Mature Perv Novels & Stories

He didn't touch it, he didn't dare, for tonight his cock was the property of His Lady and no one else. Graham had been the online slut of His Lady for six months now, complying completely with her perverted demands. He had never met her but they had exchanged pictures. Graham loved the way she allowed him to express his sexuality without judgement and he had done some eye-watering things over the last few months. Things that would cause even the most broadminded person to raise an eyebrow.

I think that I always knew what I wanted, even before I had the words to describe it. I have always wanted to be a slut. I know that it sounds strange, but I dream about it and it’s all I ever wanted. I guess that makes me a natural. Even at eighteen, with my virginity still frustratingly intact, I dreamed of rough gangbangs with even rougher men. I dreamed of being punish fucked, of my body being used in ways that brought me the most perverse kinds of pleasure.

The contact makes my back arch, and a sound comes out of me that I've been holding in for three years. "These tits," he says, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me cry out. "I've stared at these through every shirt you own. At dinner. At the pool. Through that wet shower curtain you thought was hiding something." He pinches the other one and rolls it and my pussy throbs. "Nothing hides from me, Ava." "You're a pervert," I gasp. "And you're dripping on the sheets, so what does that make you?" He tugs both nipples at the same time and I moan so loud I slap my hand over my own mouth. He pulls my hand away.

Right on cue, a heavily pregnant woman walked by, and Albert’s eyes didn’t hesitate to settle on her ass. I smacked his stomach. “Stop. She’s pregnant, you perv.” “That only means she puts out.” The male mind was an enigma. “What is a perv?” he asked, his gaze following the woman down the sidewalk. I laughed softly. “You know, a pervert.” He still looked confused, so I continued, “Today, it just means someone with sex on their mind all the time.” “That is every man.” “Maybe, but not every man wants to gag and spank women, Igor.”

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"Awake again, are we? Well good." He walked over to the side of the bed. He let his eyes roam over her body for a minute, taking in every aspect of her lovely form. Her slim body, her well shaped legs, he large breasts. He took a sharp breath in. What a beautiful slave I have, he mused to himself. Suddenly he reached down and tore her panties and bra off. Erin gasped at the forceful removal of her remaining cloths. Erin's arousal was obvious. Percival reaches down and slide a finger into her cunt. He pulled it out and sucked the juices off.

Recovering, she pulled back and gave him a nasty look. "You're so—! You haven't changed at all! Even when you were in MNA and your memories haven't returned, you're like this! Whenever the two of us are left alone, all you want to do is to—" "To…?" "Ugh! Nevermind! Pervert!" Kieran shrugged. "Yes, I admit. But only to you. I guess it's my second nature." "Are you saying it's inborn? A pervert since birth?"

In the hushed darkness of his parents’ master bedroom, Marcus quietly stepped out of his boxers, his massive eight-inch-plus erection springing free and bobbing heavily against his toned abdomen. The thick, veiny shaft pulsed with raw teenage hunger, the swollen purple glans fully exposed as his foreskin had already retracted from sheer stiffness. Marcus had every right to be proud — that fat cock had already conquered several girls at school, leaving them trembling and creaming all over his relentless girth. Tonight, however, he was after something far more forbidden and intoxicating: the very pussy that had given birth to him eighteen years earlier.

“Louder. Tell me what a depraved slut you are for your father-in-law.” “I’m your depraved slut!” I cried. “I’ve been fantasizing about your cock since you moved in. I touch myself thinking about you while Mark is at work. Please, make me squirt all over you!” That was all it took. He drove into me with punishing force, his thumb rubbing my clit mercilessly. “Come,” he growled. “Squirt on my cock right now.”

Ava POV. MATURE CONTENT !!! Adjusting my ass right under his protruding hardness through his dark trousers, he starts to rub himself on me, creations slow thick friction between my ass and all the way down to my dripping entrance, making me cry out in anticipation and desperacy to have him fill me up right now. “Serge..” i moan out, my voice resembling a throaty chocked up breath. “Only good girls deserve a good fuck.” He howls out before spanking my ass so hard that it makes me arc my back even further for him, spreading my legs and begging him to have his way.