Malayalam Sex Stories Novels & Stories

THEMES: Short quick story, Nonconsensual, Reluctance, Stockholm syndrome, Hostage, Kidnapping KINKS: Gang Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Rough breeding, Restraints, Masturbation, Filthy Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Firm/ Strict/ Service Dom, Bratty Sub, Restraints, Oral, Edging, Rough sex, Multiple Orgasms, Hair pulling, Spanking, Gang Jerk Off. SHINA'S POV I whimper, pulling my fingers out to vigorously rub and circle over my clit.

I was slow at first but my pace began to increase. Even though I tried everything; rubbing faster, pinching my nipples I couldn't seem to get off. The orgasm stayed just out of reach and I slowly grew frustrated and desperate. Sameal watched for a moment, his eyes dark with lust He climbed onto the bed, grabbed my wrist to stop me, and thrust two of his thick fingers into my pussy without warning. They were large, just like the rest of him, stretching me open instantly. A scream tore through my throat as i arched my back.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Oh yeah, I forgot there are many other beautiful stories written by me, Mafia and billionaire - Destiny Rebirth and Love - Rebirth of love Fated mates and rejection - His unwanted mate, His unwanted human mate. Please try giving them a read as well and I am sure you will love them. With love, Author Sree.

I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.

That his voice alone made me wet and needy? “Muna" he called again but there was a note of warning in his tone "Ermm... nn... no" I stuttered, voice shaking. "No, what?" "No, I have not let anyone... finger or fuc... me" my voice was barely audible, shame and heat mixing in my chest. "What about pleasuring yourself in another man's bed?" he pressed. "I have never" "That's very good. Now come here" he said again, same command, same calm

I had soaked the sheets down to the mattress. The faintest grin crossed Nathan’s face. “You need some kind of pleasure in your life. I can’t give it to you. Not like this. Remember all the fun we used to have? All the sexy shit we used to do.” A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about Nathan in healthier times. Our love life had never been an issue. No matter how broken we were, or how petty the argument, our sex life was something that never suffered. Sometimes we would fight over the smallest of things just to end up fucking like rabbits. It was a miracle I didn't get pregnant.

But I don’t even have time to process it. I look down as he strokes himself, balls to tip, and sprays rope after rope of cum all over my tummy and tits. It’s like thick white paint fountaining out of his swollen tip, landing everywhere. “Oh my God…” “You sexy little brat,” he grunts, every muscle in his body twitching as he unloads. I watch in awe as I swell with pride. That’s for me. I made him do that. I may not know much about sex, but Maybelline is always talking about how guys basically just pass out after coming. So I reach out to cradle Malcolm as he lies down on top of me.

I flipped our position with my cock still buried in her, making her grab the couch for support as I rammed into her. But I was being careful, I didn't want anything that would put her or the baby at risk. "Mmph, yes Lucian." She moaned out as I continued slamming into her repeatedly until we both cummed down from our high. "I love you." I muttered, as she slumped down on the couch. "I love you too."

My body betrayed me completely, pushing back to meet his thrusts. He reached around and stroked me in time with his pounding. "Look at you, dripping everywhere. You love getting fucked by your boss, don't you?" "I…I do," I admitted, voice breaking. The couch creaked under us as he railed me faster, deeper, one hand fisting my hair to arch my back. "Say it louder." "I love it! Fuck me harder, sir…please!" He growled and gave me exactly what I begged for. Brutal, relentless strokes that had me seeing stars. Sweat slicked our skin. The smell of sex filled the air, musky, dirty, addictive.

The wet squelching sounds were absolutely obscene. “You’re such a disgusting little fist slut,” she laughed. “Taking my whole hand like a cheap whore. I bet Maya would die if she saw her best friend getting fisted by her big sister.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came violently around her fist, my pussy gushing and squirting all over her arm and the bed. Lena kept fisting me through it, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. She finally pulled her hand out slowly, leaving my cunt gaping wide open. She brought her soaked fist to my mouth.