Orgy Novels & Stories

I demand. No more words are spoken as he moves between my legs, spreads my core, and enters it. The sudden fill is only painful for a moment before he starts moving. This time, he stays on top of me and slowly builds us up to our climax. “Onyx!” I call out to him as my orgasm rips through my body, and his teeth simultaneously bite into my neck, marking me as his. My orgasm strengthens from the sensation and flows like a waterfall over his erection. As his teeth remove from my neck as he begins to climax. “Briar!” He calls out and bares his neck to me. I immediately mark him the same way he did me and feel his body begin to shake in pleasure.

He fingered her deeply, grazing his teeth against her clit. she could feel her orgasm building up quickly, and she was squirming underneath him. Suddenly, he curled his fingers, hitting her g-spot, and she was suddenly teetering on the edge. she squirmed underneath him, crying out loudly. As she did, Mr. Orton twirled his tongue around her clit and sucked, pushing her into her second orgasm.

Her body shaking and falling forward as she orgasms, his hips moving faster. "I want that floor wet Kitty, I want to see just how much you love when I do this." Anaya tries screaming as she orgasms, his hand holding her head against him as she struggles to breathe. His hips starting to move again. The vibrations from her moans, sending him closer to the edge. Anaya's body growing more tired as she keeps having orgasms. The orgasms slowly turning painful as Marcus's hips speed up, his hand holding her head against him as he cums.

The manor’s chamber glowed with the soft flicker of renewed candles, the velvet curtains swaying slightly in the draft, the air heavy with the musk of our earlier passion. My body lay sprawled on the mat, cum and sweat coating my skin, pussy and ass aching with a delicious soreness, my mind reeling from the Coven’s initiation. The women surrounded me, their robes and lingerie disheveled, eyes glinting with a renewed hunger, ready to deepen the bond forged in the night’s shadows. The thrill of their collective dominance, the taboo of this sacred orgy, pulsed through me, my clit throbbing despite the exhaustion, a testament to the insatiable desire they’d awaken

I’m the birthday whore tonight, twenty-five today, and I decided the only way to celebrate properly was to throw the filthiest, most depraved bisexual orgy Rio de Janeiro has ever seen. This penthouse in Rio is about to become a war zone of sweat, cum, and raw need. The second the door clicks shut, the four gods walk in: Filou in a black tank top, his thick black cock already heavy and swinging between his powerful thighs; Maximo shirtless, veins bulging across his chest and arms; Alfie blond and smirking, his carved abs glistening under the low lights; Malik silent and heavily tatted, the massive outline of his dick straining visibly against his pants. Behind

The room reeked of pure sex, moans echoing off the marble walls, the mirrors reflecting the depravity: Pathy in the middle, cocks sliding in and out, fluids flying everywhere. The chapter culminates in a collective climax: they sped up, fucking like animals. Pathy came one last time, squirting hard, and they exploded, pulling their cocks out and cumming all over her—hot jets on her face, tits, ass, and pussy, cum splattered across her mouth, hair, and silk sheets. Their bodies collapsed into a sweaty, sticky pile, exhausted but satisfied in their endless orgy.

Orgasm crashed first—waves ripping through, pussy spasming, milking his dick as she shuddered, vision blurring. Vardo didn't stop, pounding through her clench, sweat beading on his brow. 'Again. For us.' He hooked her legs over shoulders, folding her, driving deeper. Dickhead battered cervix, relentless. Nia's second peak hit like thunder, body arching, claws shredding his shirt completely. She bit his palm, stifling screams, walls fluttering wildly.

It was alittle awkward as we were just on our p@nties buh it was emotional I almost cried as I already thought she would h@te me after what happened The MC resumed speaking after the girls had finished dancing. Hi there, everybody. At twelve in the morning, it's time to get to the main reason we're here: the 0rgy. He said I said, "Wait, what did he mean by 0rgy?" to nothing in particular. The lights were turned off as soon as he said that, and I could already see Naomi chasing two men away. Four guys were already approaching when I turned to my left. Mia Natasha and I "WTF is happening," I exclaimed, drawing Mia near to me.

Katarina’s POV: Back at Velmorra "You're staring again," I muttered. Vittorio didn’t answer. Because, of course, he was. We stepped through the threshold into madness. And I do mean madness. It wasn’t just an orgy—it was art. Chaos wrapped in silk and sweat. Velvet curtains. Red haze. Bodies writhing to slow music that pulsed like sex. Skin on skin, hips grinding, tongues everywhere. The air smelled like jasmine and sin, and moaned like it had a pulse of its own.

Damien and Delilah knelt beside chairs, grinding desperate against the vibes, moans muffled around forkfuls. Dessert kicked off proper in the lounge orgy pit, mats laid thick and absorbent for all the inevitable spills. Zeke took charge sharp, voice commanding the room. "Damien, eat Delilah's plugged cunt. Noni, rim Eli deep. Eli, deepthroat me now." Bodies tangled slick and fast, sweat already beading. Delilah's skirt hiked high over her hips, exposing the buzzing plug wedged in her asshole. Damien dove in, tonguing her sopping pussy around the toy's base, lips sucking her clit swollen and red. She bucked against his face, juices smearing his chin. Noni burie