Messed Up Short Stories Novels & Stories

Earth, grass, sweat, and raw sex. I opened my eyes.. and looked around. “Shit,” Max whispered, eyes wide. “How long were we…?” We scrambled up. My legs were jelly. Cum ran in thick streams down my inner thighs as I yanked my skirt down. I tried to wipe it away but only smeared it more. My hair was wild, full of grass. My tank top was twisted, one nipple still out. Max’s face was shiny with my juices, his shorts barely zipped.

The basement was quiet except for our breathing. "Still think we're immature?" Mitch murmured. I laughed, weak and satisfied. "You're still idiots." "Your idiots," Hans corrected, and I didn't argue. My body still hummed with aftershocks, and the knowledge of what we had just done. I had just allowed my three younger sinfully loaded Stepbrothers fuck me in the best way ever. And I didn't regret any single moment of it. If anything, I wanted a second round with all three of them making love with me like I was the only person that mattered. This was definitely going to be the best thanksgiving ever.

“Redo it. Properly this time. And keep your eyes on the paper unless I tell you otherwise.” My face was on fire. I could feel how soaked I was, the wetness starting to drip down the inside of my thigh. I tried to concentrate on the numbers, but my handwriting came out messy and my breath was coming too fast. I got it wrong again. The ruler came down harder this time, cracking across the same spot on my left cheek and then immediately on the right. Smack! Smack! Two at once , stinging swats that made my ass jiggle and my pussy gush even more.

I had lost all track of time. Hours had blurred into one endless haze of grunting, thrusting, and overwhelming sensation. I no longer knew if it was still Saturday night, Sunday, or even Monday. The underground cage had become my entire world. The beast had taken me continuously for what felt like days without pause. He refused to let me sleep for more than a few minutes at a time. Whenever exhaustion pulled me under and I fainted, I would wake to the familiar stretch of his thick cocks already buried inside me again, his hips moving in slow, possessive strokes as he claimed both my holes once more.

I have been waiting so long for my mate. My parents abandoned me when I was about two, and I was raised in human foster homes for part of my life. When I was twelve, a man in one of those homes attempted to crawl into my bed. I stabbed him in the eye with a pencil and ran away. That was ten years ago, and last I heard, they were still looking for me. "Are you okay?" Anya mindlinks me. I glance at where she sits next to another man, looking over his wounds.

“Let’s hope nobody heard you begging for it.” Elijah was... Everything. But we broke up a year later when I had to leave. Since I've told you all this gory, beautiful stories about myself and it is time to finally close the curtains. I'm sad to go. Trust me, I am, but it's been fun sharing my deepest, sexiest secrets with you. I guess we might just call this entire book "the diary of a slut"

Lilian stared at the notification on her phone in disbelief. "No, you're not," I said. "I promised you, didn't I? You help me with this, and I'll make you rich. Now, you don't have to please another man just to get what you want." "Alaina, you're so kind to me, yet I treated you that way. I…" Lilian fell to her knees and began hitting herself. I pulled her up quickly. "It's alright. Just promise me you'll make better choices from now on, and I'll be happy for you. You can go home and build your dream house, just like you wanted."

I was so close already, my walls clenching around his thick cock, when the office door suddenly burst open. A nerdy girl from our class, with glasses, messy bun, was clutching her assignment, as she stood over there frozen, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the sight of me bent over the desk with Professor Harlan’s cock buried deep inside my pussy.

Kata laments and its my time to burst out laughing. " Don't remind me how awful everything ended when we tried that shit." I remind her and she chuckles. At some point in life when craziness was part of our daily dose, kata and I tried a threesome. The result was us walking away unsatisfied and embarrassed. It was the first and the last time I have ever done such thing. " But I would have enjoyed a threesome with the two of you. Imagine the fun and how sore our pussies would have been." Kata exclaims, clasping her hands together and I just roll my eyes.

My life slowly came back on track as I resumed my classes for the final year exams and was working hard to manage everything. I used to write short stories for the website when Warren approached me through an email to write a book that he will publish. I was not sure if I was good enough to be published, but Warren showed great confidence in me. The first story I wrote was about the hardships my grandmother faced. It was a tragic story of a selfless woman who killed herself to save her daughter from the clutches of the brothel and the sad reality of women in the eighties.