Mature Perv Novels & Stories

An adult shouldn't be taught what is right and what is wrong. “Her skin is soft, pale as ever, and her chest… fucking heaven.” When I took a swift serve, I saw two fat-ass old drunk men behind. “Too bad she's not for sale. I'd rip her pussy off when I got the chance.” These kinds of comments were harmful, and I wasn't used to hearing one until I got used to it. People squeezing my butt, offering indecent proposals, and paying me fifty thousand just for a night has been a routine I've gotten used to.

I've never felt so amused seeing someone sleep this peacefully. Yes, I'm a pervert, a pervert towards my mate and I don't think I would be stopping any time soon.

“But I was too busy getting fucked to enjoy it.” I cuddled into his side and slipped my leg between his. “How do you get up in the morning?” “Easy. I think about you.” He moved his fingers through my hair and grinned. I gave him a playful slap. “Perv.” “I’m a perv?” he asked. “I don’t wipe away a man’s come as it drips down my thighs then lick it.” “That doesn’t make me a perv. I just didn’t want it to go to waste.”

I froze, trying to process this novel, unexpected experience, while Jeff panted above me. Early exposure to a particularly unfortunate strain of commercial p**n had discouraged me from ever trying this before. Said p**n involved straight guys who were perfectly willing to let their carrot be waxed by another man for money, so long as they didn't have to do any of the dirty work themselves. So rimming had become synonymous in my mind with a particularly submissive (okay, guilty as charged, but, please!) kind of guy who'll do anything to get a man off without expecting any reciprocation.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit age-gap and cheating content involving an 18-year-old girl and her best friend's married father, including graphic descriptions of fingering, oral elements implied, virginity loss, rough vaginal sex, creampie, daddy kink, dirty talk, and breeding themes. Intended for mature audiences only. CHAPTER ONE "You have to be quiet. There are others trying to sleep in the house," Mr. Miller said. "Sorry, Mr. Miller," I squeaked from behind my covers. It was the middle of the night and Rebecca and I had been sneaking into each other's room and giggling non-stop.

Almost scary, that is if I’ve never taken something that big before, but still. I salivate, drooling at his member. I can’t seem to take my eyes off it. A deep chuckle reverberates in my ears causing my eyes to trail up to meet his. “And you may think I am the perv.” He mouths. My lips curl in a wavy line. Oh honey, when you get to know me, you’d realise I’m the most unhinged, horny lady as perversion gets. “Tell me how you want to be fucked.” Cameron asks, his dick prowling at the entrance of my needy vulva.

The cute little shewolf I’m going to absolutely destroy when I get my chance. Me- I don’t need to know that. Calvin- like you aren’t thinking about breaking your mates hymen and molding her virgin pussy to only accept your dick. Me- okay a little too graphic there pal. Calvin- oh buddy you have no idea how graphic I can get. I’ve been dreaming of our mate for years. Me- Pervert! Calvin- hey don’t tell me earlier during training your eyes didn’t check out her ass as she did that cartwheel to get away from us. I see, what you see.

“Did you feel happy when you saw how helpless I was in the cellar?” “Am I some depraved pervert in your eyes?” “You’re the textbook definition of a depraved pervert.” Adam’s eyes were full of dejection. He took a drag of his cigarette. “If I were really a depraved pervert, I would have forced myself on you and made you mine! Titus Black would not have gotten into the picture at all!” “You wouldn’t dare!” “Just so you know, I actually would dare, I just scoff at the idea of doing it. I escaped the clutches of death and was even addicted to alcohol in the past. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do now.”

~~~ This chapter contains mature content (18+) and some violence. Read at your own risk and feel free to skip it if you are not comfortable with it. Thank you 🤗 And no bad comments, please!!!🤪 Author's POV "I hope this time, our Mr. Dumb would get closer to her," Peter sat on the stool and said while opening a new bottle of beer. He took a sip and Dave smirked wickedly. "Of course, he will. I had drugged him, and this time the dosage is - new aphrodisiac," Dave swallowed his shot at one go and another side, Peter threw beer, he had just drunk a while ago.

He was my own personal heaven and hell, sent to torment me into delicious, soul-consuming submission. "No, you can't finger fuck the sense out of me," I said. My voice came out a bit breathily. "We need to have a mature conversation." "Mhmm." He palmed my sex and I jolted, my ass still a little sore from the spankings yesterday. His thumb pressed down on my slit through my panties. "Why can't this be a mature conversation?" I whimpered but quickly swallowed back the pathetic little noise. "N-No. You know I can't think straight—fuck."