Mistress Sex Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

Sometimes they used the cheapest condoms from the convenience store. "I want more, Derrick, can we?" Kendall whispered. Derrick understood his wife's strong desires. Kendall had always been active in bed, even back in the day. At least there was something that made Derrick happy to have a wife like Kendall. He had to fulfill her desires so she wouldn't cheat again or become someone else's mistress. – "Where exactly are you working, Derrick? Why are you dressed so sharply?" Kendall asked, still lying on their thin foam mattress while Derrick, who had just finished showering, was getting dressed.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

My heart pounded out loud and I felt chills running through my body encountering both of my ex-boyfriends in my apartment. "What... what are you both doing in my apartment?" I stammered turning towards James. James grinned looking at me and suddenly Nicolas who was behind me gripped me and started to kiss my neckline. "What are you doing? leave me..." I struggled to break free from his grip but it grew tighter. "Leave..." I yelled again but he was not letting me go. "See Ella you know I am straightforward. So I am telling this directly you should amuse us both in the bed starting from today. In a simple sense, you have to be our mistress..." James said coming closer to me and gripped my chee

“You don’t want Maya to hear her precious best friend getting finger-fucked by her big sister, do you?” I shook my head frantically, moaning into her palm as she started pumping her fingers in and out of my tight pussy. She curled them perfectly, hitting that sensitive spot inside me with every stroke. The wet, obscene sounds of her fingers plunging into my soaked cunt were barely covered by the music from the party. “Look at you,” Lena growled, fucking me harder. “Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut right here on the rooftop. Anyone could walk around this corner and see me ruining your tight cunt.”

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

The messages were right there. Dozens of them. To a woman named “Lila.” Young, from the pictures, barely twenty-five, with a tight body, perky tits, and no stretch marks. Pictures of her in lingerie. Pictures of Marco’s cock. Videos of them fucking in hotel rooms. Promises that he was going to “finally leave the cow” soon. I felt like I was going to be sick. He was actively cheating on me — the wife who had given him five beautiful children and sacrificed her body for their family.

They made him suck their cocks to get them hard again, his jaw aching from the girth. By dawn, Cindy was exhausted but glowing, lying in a puddle of semen. She pulled Mark close and kissed him. "I love you so much for letting me be this dirty. You're the best cuck a hotwife could ask for." Mark came untouched just from her words, his tiny orgasm adding to the mess, his heart skipped a painful beat, because his mistress will definitely punish for cumming without her permission. But deep down in that throbbing dick, he anticipated his arousal.

Each second grew more intensifying, and he pried my legs open until he felt I had enough. Stefan's motive during sex was always profound, making sure I had reached a climax before climbing his way back up to get his. 'A gentleman' as he would call it. Once he had his fun with me, he licked his way back up to my lips, sealing me with a kiss before he would begin inserting his member slowly. The heat growing between us. "You want me," he chuckled as I moaned from underneath him near begging for him. I let out fake cries, "Please."

“This is what you wanted, right? Getting fucked like a slut on your future husband’s desk.” “Yes,” Lisa moaned, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. “Fill me again. Cum deep inside me so I’m still leaking when I kiss David goodnight.” Jax’s rhythm turned savage. The desk creaked loudly. Files and pens scattered onto the floor. “I’m close,” he groaned, hips stuttering. “Gonna flood this greedy pussy.” “Do it,” Lisa gasped. “Cum in me. Mark your brother’s fiancée.” With a deep, guttural groan, Jax buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of hot cum shooting deep inside her, painting her cervix. He kept grinding through it, making sure every drop stayed buried.