Nsfw Short Story Novels & Stories

The room echoed with the panting of three naked bodies. Sara watched Vincent pull up his underwear. His cock had still not gone down. The Viagra was still working. Sara let out a satisfied yawn. The night had gone so much better than what she imagined.

Noah wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her steady and began to thrust , slow, deep rolls of his hips that rocked her against the books. The shelves creaked softly with each movement. Lila bit her lip until it hurt, fighting the whimpers that wanted to spill out. Noah’s free hand slipped under her blouse again, squeezing her breast and rolling her nipple between his fingers. The dual sensation , his thick cock filling her from behind while he played with her tits , made her eyes water with the effort of staying quiet.

He shoves me down until my chest is flat against the mahogany desk. He yanks my skirt and panties down in one rough move. They end up tangled around my ankles. I feel the cool air on my bare ass. My legs are spread wide, leaving me totally exposed. I am dripping, the scent of my arousal filling the space. He leans over me, pressing his chest into my back. Then I feel it. The broad, hot head of his cock rubs along my wet slit. He isn't wearing a condom. The feel of his hot skin against mine is almost enough to break me.

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This episode contains sensitive content. It includes dominant sexual themes and morally complex characters. The presence of death is part of the emotional stakes and plot, it is not fetishized. Reader discretion is advised. SELENE’S POV He thrust so hard into me that I squirted immediately. “Such a needy cunt,” the Don said with a cruel smile. He took the gun from me and dropped it carelessly on the leather couch. His hand slid under my ass, gripping tight and pulling me closer. My hands wound around his neck, clutching, holding on as the slick heat still dripped between us.

I experience a short reprieve as shorter brown haired man shoves him unconfidently out of the way. I’m very grateful, I must say, that this cock is quite a bit wider but far shorter at maybe only 4 inches. This little man couldn’t cover me in filth like the previous 7 inch cock, and I can’t help but beg for them to please, please destroy my body; to use me the way they would a streetwalker, a WHORE!

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.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

I felt another latch onto my throbbing clit, sucking hard and I arched my back trying my best to keep the moans down. I felt another one crawl up to my breast, the slime making it all slippery. Before I could think, it latched onto my nipple sucking and I felt the one between my legs increase its pace. I tried to stay silent, but a broken moan escaped anyway. “I’ve barely started. What a worthless, easy little whore you are, Sophia. Your friends are calling your name and here you are squirting for tentacles like a brainless fucktoy.” His words seemed to make me even wetter and I groaned, unable to take it anymore. I could still hear my friends as they tried to struggle with the door but thei

he growls, now pulling the seam of my shorts back and forth. “Ah, fuck yes. Don't stop that,” I breathed helplessly, loving the way my insides burned with need. Ace kept at his current movement, not relenting with the push and pull of my seam. My breathing fastened and my eyes closed as I focused on the way my shorts rubbed against my slits. “Ah–ah, please please, I'm–” Before the words could escape my lips, Ace released his grip on my seam, spanking me right after. My core clenched and unclenched as the wave of disappointment crashed over my body.

' I was approaching the point of no return anyway, now I felt an unstoppable climax rise up and roar through my nervous system. My senses were dulled and all I was aware of was Sandra's fingers digging painfully into me and my cock pumping sperm into her sopping cunt. The waves of pleasure subsided and I slumped onto the bed next to Sandra and she came into my arms again and we lay there as my heartbeat and breathing returned to normal. 'Was that alright?' asked Sandra. 'It was ok,' I grinned. 'Pig.' A little later we got up to use the bathroom and Sandra peeled off her stockings and we got into bed and lay under a thin duvet, in each other's arms.