Penthouse Porn Stories Novels & Stories

“Begging for my cock with your eyes in front of everyone.” He pulled the vibrator and replaced it with two thick fingers, finger-fucking me brutally. I was so close. He pulled his fingers away and replaced them with his massive cock in one thrust. I screamed in pleasure as he pounded into me, the wet slap of skin echoing through the penthouse. When I was right on the edge, he pulled out completely. I sobbed in frustration. He carried me to the bedroom, tied my wrists to the headboard with a soft rope, and spread my legs wide.

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

Tomorrow night, the three of us were going to walk into Richard Caldwell’s luxurious penthouse and let him gangbang us for hours. We were going to get fucked, used, and filled with his cum — all for money. And the scariest part? A secret part of me was already getting wet just thinking about it.

I talked and flirted with her and after a few drinks we both were ready to head back to my penthouse to get some much needed action. Jeez, Why am I not attracted to this woman. She got great tits. Maybe you want someone else’s. We were at my penthouse in my room. There was a lot of kissing and touching and groping but none of it was fulfilling. So we just fast forwarded to the main part and started removing each other's clothes. In less than a minute, we both were naked and I was hovering over her covering her body with mine. I was kissing her on her lips and then moved to her ear while leaving a trail of kisses on her jaw while my hands were playing with her nipples. Then I moved my hands s

"Because I was bad. Because you asked a question and I didn't answer." He nodded, still frowning. "Maybe I should just call Penelope back here. She knows how to take a spanking and my cock without whimpering like a bitch." I curled away, whimpering and proving his point. Penelope was his skinny model girlfriend who came over here to get fucked only for him to kick her out right after. She never seemed to care that he didn't love her, and he fucked her nice and hard all the time. They both benefited and got what they wanted.

Then Mike pulled out and pressed his cock against my asshole. “No—no, not there—” I begged. He didn’t listen. He pushed in slow, forcing my virgin ass open around his thick shaft while Tom kept pounding my pussy. The fullness was overwhelming. I screamed, but it turned into a broken moan as my body gave in completely. “Both holes stuffed like a proper whore,” Dave said, stroking himself while he watched. “Your dad would die if he knew his baby girl was getting double-penetrated by his poker buddies right under his roof.”

She groaned, "Give me that pornstar...fuck me...fuck me...yeah, fuck me...fuck me with that big cock!" Pete teased her, "Sweetie, let me remind you...you've got Anton...Isiah...Magnum...and a very well-hung husband...you got your very own pornstars." She grinned, "Mmmm...after tonight...I know that!" She immediately went back to the fantasy cock she had fucking her. Pete plunged the dildo in and out, while Jo reached for her bud...deep red and engorged, it looked ripe for the picking. Aching for release, her fingers circled it slowly and she shuddered, moaning, "Mmmm yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...fuck yeah!"

Every breath carried the low growl of his voice in my ear: Look at yourself… dripping for me while my fiancée waits. By 7:15 p.m. I was back at his building, wearing a loose black sweater dress that fell to mid-thigh. No underwear. The notebook burned in my bag like contraband. I told myself this would be the last time. One more night of filthy vows and mind-shattering pleasure, then I’d find a way to extract myself from this job before the wedding planning spiraled any deeper. The lie felt thinner than the lace I’d stopped wearing. The penthouse lights were dimmed to a warm amber glow tonight.

Cristina's POV. "Ahhh, Mmmm." A loud gasp came from the other side of the door, followed by rasped heavy breathing. That was exactly what I needed. Heat bloomed low in my core as I shoved the door open. The scene before me was like something out of my wildest fantasies and my nipples hardened under the tight leather gown I'd thrown on. In a corner was a woman, her legs spread far apart. One man pumped his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, making her quiver beneath him while another guy fucked her throat hard, slamming against her again and again as his groans escaped his mouth.

I headed straight for his room and that was when I found the drawer. It was slightly open. I shouldn’t have looked, but curiosity won. Inside were neatly organized sex toys; thick vibrators, metal clamps, a leather whip, cuffs, and plugs of every size. My mouth went dry and I felt my core twitch nonstop. Just when I thought he couldn't tempt me anymore, my eyes landed on the photos. Dozens of them. Women in all sorts of positions; naked, tied up, legs spread, with toys buried in them. The expression on their face and the glistening fold told me they were having the time of their lives and my pussy clenched so hard I pressed my thighs together.