Mfm Sex Novels & Stories

[Mia's POV] My name is Mia Monroe, and I’ve been a professional p**n star for six years. At 29 years old, I’m one of the most popular performers in my niche. Fans love my curvy, all-natural body: big, soft 36DD tits that bounce hypnotically when I ride cock, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and a thick, juicy ass that I can clap and twerk on command. I have long dark hair, full lips, and a filthy mouth that knows exactly what to say to make viewers explode. I do mostly hardcore scenes now — rough sex, deepthroat, creampies, anal, and occasional gangbangs. My fans can’t get enough of how loud I moan and how greedily I take dick.

My words only made him go hard, hitting me harder and faster, while holding into my boobs like his life depended on it. After over thirty minutes of fucking me from behind, I finally let him stop. I pushed him back to the mat and let him lay there. I wanted to ride him now. I climbed over him and sat on his cock, riding him just as quickly as he fucked me. It was all about returning the favour. In my life I had many men before working with the Madsun kingdom. I would fuck me off all species, werewolves, vampires, humans, dwarfs, orks, to mention just a few. I was a sex freak and I couldn't help it.

he said, and she laughed. “That’s exactly what Miriam said in her book.” “I’m sure, since she’s the one who told me.” “Miriam thinks that men and women should discuss their hidden fantasies and act them out, to understand what it is the other person needs out of a healthy sexual relationship. She has a clinic set up just outside of Paris where she takes couples and helps them fulfill their desires, whether it is positional inhibitions, or a fantasy about same-sex relationships or multiple partners, even desires for different eras, or famous people. She says there are rooms set up for specific fantasies like medieval, sci-fi, even a barn’s hayloft. She claims it is all to help her clients add

"In college she fit the model, but I also wonder what real freedom would do to her. It is subtle, but in a way it is more powerful than money." This did not make a lot of sense to Jace, but I knew what Deni was thinking. MFM threesomes were not the only threesomes we had talked about. My wife was eager to reprise some of the gentle sensations from her college sleepovers. The sexual freedoms of this place was like part of the air you breathed, and as hard to avoid.

I turned away, hoping to catch a glance of another aspect of the club but he turned the seat back until I was facing him. “You don’t look away when I’m talking.” “And you don’t talk to me like I’m a child,” I countered. “Who the hell do you think you are?” “I suggest you bring your voice low, people around here can get off from hearing you.” I swallowed hard. I understand I walked into a sex club but what the hell is with their vocabulary? “MF is male and female. MFF, one male, two females, and FMM is one female, two males.”

I stroked him again just to hear it, then lined him up with my hole and sank down on him myself. Damon's jaw went tight. "Tyler." He grabbed my hip hard enough to bruise. I didn't stop. I took him to the base and sat there a second, breathing through the stretch, then lifted up and dropped back down. His cock dragged through me, deep and thick, and I set the pace I wanted. He tried to thrust up and take over. I met him anyway, slamming down when he pushed in, using his chest for balance. The wet sound of it filled the dark room. My own cock slapped against his stomach, ignored and aching, and I still didn't let him flip me.

I’d rather not spend the rest of my life wondering how many children I’d fathered if I stopped using protection. She moaned and said, “Yes, Sir.” I grasped my cock and pumped it a few times before plugging it into her pussy. She screamed as I sank further into her. “Fuck you’re wet,” I exclaimed. She elevated her bottom to seek deeper access, and I tightened my grip on her hip, yanking her closer to me. As I began my back-and-forth motion, her moans filled the office. Anyone on the floor could hear her because the door was wide open. I didn’t mind that everyone knew about my exploits, but for her, it was all about her kink.

“That’s it, Delfina, take my cock like the good girl you are. Oh, you’re so fucking good, aren’t you?” Furio Matrone was giving it his all and she knew it from the raspy breathing and the heavy panting. The sound of flesh on flesh, whipped around them. The windows steamed and the hot musky scent of sex and sweat clung to the air. This wasn’t a quickie. This wasn’t a two-minute hump and dump as Caprice coined not so long ago. This was a man on a mission to prove he could do what she swore she hadn’t been able to do on her own and fix her fear.

maddeningly sweet and filthy. Between each thrust, Raphael chanted the words Xavier hated most. "I hate you.....I hate you, your ruined me, you ruined us." Raphael cried again and again, nails raking over Xavier’s shoulders, leaving red trails like desperate pryrs. "Then hate me on my cock," Xavier grunted, thrusting deeper, faster, mind unraveling. The room filled with sweat, musk, and the sound of skin slapping. Wet. Primal. Obscene. Xavier devoured him.

He glanced down, a wicked glint in his eyes, and mouthed, "Deeper." My hands gripped his muscular thighs through his pants as I took more of him. The sounds were obscene, wet slurping, my muffled breathing. Damien's free hand rested on my head, guiding me into a steady rhythm while he discussed numbers and deals. "Yeah, send me the revised figures," he said calmly. "No, everything's fine here. Just handling some urgent... personnel matters." He thrust harder, fucking my face in short, controlled strokes. Tears leaked from my eyes, but my own cock strained painfully against my slacks. I hated how turned on I was, how much I wanted this.