Marathi Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Maxwell followed suit, spilling his seed all over my lips and face. I collapsed onto the bed, sweaty, messy, wrecked, and dripping with cum. All my muscles and nerves felt sore, my pussy throbbing, my legs couldn't stop trembling with aftershocks. I had no idea, sex felt this good, shouldn't have waited till now. Just when I thought it was over, the brothers switched positions. Ethan slammed his lips against mine, hands fiddling with my breast while whispering into my ear, “This is just the beginning.”

My back arches as he sucks my clit, and I stretch my arms up over my head, filling my lungs with air as my orgasm comes crashing down on me. My hips twist, grinding against his face as wave after wave of pleasure rock me. Back when I worked at the diner, some of the older women used to tell me that married couples eventually get tired of having sex with each other. “You just get used to it,” they would tell me. Maybe that’s true for some people, but for me and Malcolm? Never. If anything, our lust for each other has grown. We can’t keep our hands off each other, which is a bit of a problem now that we have our little baby boy running around the house.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

It drowned out the smell of the sex for a second, but I could still feel the sticky warmth of his cum sliding down the insides of my thighs, trickling toward my knees in thick, white streaks that stained the expensive rug. I stood up on shaky legs, my balance uneven. I gathered the tatters of my ruined robe, clutching the torn silk to my chest like a shield. I slipped out of the room, looking both ways down the hallway. I padded down the corridor barefoot, every step a reminder of the mess between my legs, the wetness of his release soaking into the hem of the white shirt as I hurried back to the safety of my own bed, feeling the weight of the secret I was now carrying between my thighs. I r

In and out, slow at first, curling upward to hit that spot that made my toes curl. I added a third finger, stretching myself, thrusting faster while my thumb kept up the pressure on my clit, flicking and grinding until my breaths came in short, ragged bursts. The bathroom echoed with the soft, wet sounds of my fingers working me over, pushing me closer to the edge I'd been denied earlier and it didn't take long before I was cumming in my bathroom with my husband snoring on the other side of the door. I'd married Marcus for love. He made me laugh, supported my dreams, and treated me like I was the center of his universe in every area except this one.

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.

I loved this nasty side of her. I kept my mouth to her ear, still talking. "You'd get so wet for them, baby. Your married cunt would squirt so much with a huge cock in there. The second guy would bend me over and lube his massive cock, stretching my ass wide while you also watch. Fuck!! They would fuck us bare so we would feel all their veiny inch." "Callum...that's so...so wrong...." Her cunt still clenched hard around my fingers, slick soaking up my hand.

A SEX SLAVE FOR MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND 1. My name is Sami, and I am 33 years old. I have been a slave for about three years. Prior to that I was married to a nice, but VERY vanilla man. He had been brought up that having sex was for making babies, and that's it. He didn't follow that to the letter, as we did have sex occasionally...but certainly not often and definitely not very exciting. The master has asked me to write about our relationship from the beginning until now. Sharing it with you is part of the task as well. Just like any task that I do, there are rules. The rules for this are as follows:

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.