Nsfw Short Stories Novels & Stories

I had earned it through hard work. I had also earned it on my knees, on my back, and bent over a copy machine with my boss’s cock buried deep and his cum filling me while the rest of the world went about its ordinary business. Some nights I still can’t walk past that room without getting wet. Some nights he still texts me a single word—Now—and I go. The risk is still there. The hunger is still there. And I have no intention of stopping. Because once you’ve been fucked over a copy machine by the man who signs your reviews, ordinary sex starts to feel like a pale imitation.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

The table has been pushed nearly halfway to the wall, leaving long, scuff marks on the hardwood floor. I stand there, naked and dripping, my breath coming in hot, white clouds that seem to hang in the air. My cock is already twitching back to life, the head swollen and sensitive, still coated in Skyler’s slickness and the remnants of my own come. I look at Adam. He’s leaning over Sloane, his hands still holding onto her hips, his massive ten-inch cock sliding out of her pussy with a heavy, wet squelch.

'I want you to take me to bed and go down on me. Sandra never used expletives, not the bad ones anyway; this was about as dirty as her talk got, so I was immediately aroused. Besides, I loved performing cunnilingus on her, loved the sight of her glorious red bush and light brown cunt lips. Loved the taste of her juices. She'd said once that her husband had refused to lick her out, stating that she "smelt horrible down there, like all red heads". It was an awful thing to say and totally untrue. Sandra's scent was strong but highly arousing and I loved it. I was only just beginning to realise how much trauma she had suffered at his hands.

Down the hallway, in his bedroom, Alex lay on his bed with his shorts pushed down to his ankles. His thick, hard cock stood straight up, throbbing in his fist as he stroked it slowly. The room was dark except for the glow of his phone screen, but he wasn’t looking at it anymore. His eyes were closed, lost in the same forbidden fantasy that had been tormenting him for months. “Fuck… Lena…” he groaned quietly, his hand moving faster along his shaft.

Natasha's POV "Fuck yes!" I screamed as Richard slammed into my pussy. "Do you like that?" He asked. "Yes, I like it very much." I screamed again as he slammed into me. He grabbed my legs and brought them to either side of my neck, holding them there as he continued pounding inside my pussy. His study couch creaked beneath us at his thrusts. My hands found his back, gripping it for support as I continued moaning. "Holy fucking shit!" I screamed as he grazed my G-spot, almost sending my orgasm ripping away from me.

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

Kael joins in, snatching a few sheets of paper, his grin wide and wolfish as he writes, occasionally glancing up at Thalia’s tits, then over to Elara’s legs. “This is gold. Imagine pulling something like, ‘Suck off the person to your left for five minutes.’ Or ‘Let everyone watch you finger yourself until you cum.’ My mind’s already spinning with possibilities, and yeah, my dick’s getting hard just thinking about it.” He shifts in his seat, hand pressing down on his crotch briefly, a low groan escaping him, and the casual way he admits it makes the air feel even thicker, like we’re all teetering on the edge of something irreversible.

All he knows is that I’m a thirty-two-yearold scientist with a kinky side. The only thing I’ve been honest about is my kink. Through my texts, I’m brave. I write my heart out. I tell him my innermost thoughts and the most depraved of my fantasies. I don’t know if I can be that way in real life.

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