Machine Sex Novels & Stories

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.

Trigger warning: this chapter contains scenes of sexual abuse, and it's suitable for mature audiences aged 18+. Read at your own risk. Master X felt as if her cries and pleas were music to his ears as his fingers skimmed across the assortment of sex toys in the drawer. He pulled out two monster dildos and walked back to the woman who had crawled away to the other side of the bed. “Come here on your own, Samantha. You wouldn't want me to pull you back here by myself,” he said in a lazy tone.

I let out a low groan, my hand now slipping inside my pants to stroke myself slowly, matching the rhythm I knew he'd be using. My eyes glued to the screen as heat built in my core, every word from him stoking that fire. He added, “Tell me you're touching yourself, Fred. Please baby, let me hear you say it.” And I bit my lip, typing hastily, “Yeah, I'm stroking, you bastard, thinking about your cock buried deep.” The exchange pulled me under, my breaths shallow and my body arching slightly on the couch as the fantasy wrapped around me like his arms.

He knew she wouldn’t be able to refuse him, not when she was leaking. It had been four months since Mara last had sex, four months of her husband leaving her to her device while he did whatever he wanted, without caring about his wife. Her lips parted, but nothing came out. The word ‘brother’ lodged in her throat, too heavy, too true to speak. They both knew they shouldn’t be doing this, but were too deep to stop. Matt smiled, dipping his head, knowing he had won the battle. He licked a broad, slow stripe from the underside of her breast up to the damp fabric of her bra, tasting the salt of her sweat, the sweet tang of milk that had seeped through.

“Fuck me like a real man would. Slam that cock deep. I want to feel it in my womb.” Kate thrust aggressively, their soaked pussies slapping together. “Imagine Frank from next door. I bet he’s got a monster cock. I’ve seen the bulge in his sweatpants. He’d split us open. Breed both his little college sluts until we’re full and leaking.” The dirty fantasy pushed them over the edge again. They came together in a screaming, squirting mess, their bodies shaking, fluids everywhere, the sheets completely ruined. Afterward, they lay tangled and panting, bodies slick with sweat and girl-cum. Mira traced lazy circles on Kate’s thigh.

I can hear some more shuffling and then he was telling me, "Yes, mistress, I'm naked." Mistress? I sighed internally. You seriously wouldn't believe how many men were into the whole dominatrix kink. In the beginning, it was kind of fun but by now it was getting pretty old. Mentally awakening my inner dom, I relaxed further into the sofa and flipped through the magazine."Good boy," I cooed, finding a 20 sex tips for women article. Huh, how fitting. "Now, here's what I want you to do, and you better listen closely, pet."

Gillian Cook, my roommate, asked me to join her group order for a Black Friday online sale. It was a small request, but I turned it down immediately. I knew that if I joined the order, I would end up receiving a pile of unsealed adult toys. In my past life, Gillian tricked me into joining the group order to destroy my mental state and steal my early admission offer slot for grad school. When I went to the campus mailroom to pick up my package, the tissues I'd ordered had somehow been replaced with a pile of unsealed adult toys. Quite a few people got my phone number off the delivery label and messaged me with malicious intentions. I tried to explain that the items weren't mine, but Gill

"I want you to fuck me in front of that open window." The rest of the evening was like the pages from the Kama Sutra re-written. Their sexual escapades utilized every position in every room they could imagine. Their bodies embraced, explored and conquered each other, playing their taboo games. They licked and sucked, nibbled, fingered, teased, stretched, pounded and pleased. They fucked hard and soft, fast and slow. Rachel ever the teacher and her son the willing, energetic student.

I jumped, spinning around. He was standing there in the dim lamplight, arms crossed, looking equal parts shocked and annoyed. “You can’t learn sex from videos. It’s not a chemistry class, for fuck’s sake. Those are actors, staged for cameras. Real sex? It’s messy, personal, about connection and communication. Not some formula you memorize.” My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I stood up, facing him. We were close…too close. Close to the point I could smell his body wash.

She was cumming, a violent, helpless orgasm that ripped through her, her juices gushing around Marcus’s dick, her throat constricting around Jax’s, her ass clamping around the thick intrusion behind her. The cameras caught it all. Her eyes rolling back. Her mouth forced wide. Her body bucking between the three men. The stream chat was a frenzy of celebration. She was theirs. And in the dizzying, shameful, ecstatic aftermath, as the cocks kept moving, prolonging her climax into a continuous state of overwhelmed bliss, she knew—with a horrifying, thrilling certainty—that she liked it.