Penthouse Porn Stories Novels & Stories

He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing every drop as deep as possible, marking her thoroughly as his. They didn’t stop. For the next two days, the penthouse became their personal playground of depravity. They fucked on every surface, in every room, losing count of how many times they came. In the luxurious shower, Seb pressed her against the steamed glass and fucked her hard from behind while hot water cascaded over their bodies. He pulled her hair and whispered filthy things in her ear as she came around him. On the kitchen island, he ate her pussy until she squirted across the marble, then bent her over and railed her until her legs gave out. On the balcony at night, under the glitt

Xavier began to smile at Penny's touching loyalty to him but it hurt so he just groaned instead. "Ok, honey. Show us what you can do," the third man, a lankly redhead, ordered her. Xavier lay back, pretending to be insensible but made sure he could watch Penny kneeling down in front of the men. Quicker than he could have imagined, she was tossing off a cock in each hand while bobbing her head up and down the blond's thick member. Xavier furtively adjusted his growing erection as he watched the girl-next-door, the sweetly innocent Penny Love suck on three strangers' dicks as if she were an experienced whore. And all for him. If only Bobby could see her now, he thought to himself callously.

Broken and Denied No More After my long desperate begging filled the luxurious penthouse suite, my voice was raw and cracking with need. I lay face-down on the rumpled sheets, ass still raised high, and my body still trembling violently from the relentless edging Kai had put me through. The thick black vibrator buzzed mercilessly inside my soaked pussy, its powerful vibrations hammering my G-spot with every brutal thrust of Kai’s hand. I felt my juices coated the sex toy and dripped steadily onto the bed beneath me.

So he could sneak off and masturbate to a bunch of blonde whores who wouldn’t in a million years do the things they did in those videos to him. It got worse. As I was scrolling through his history, I saw that he’d spent time on Fans Only, where he paid for a premium subscription with a woman calling herself Alexa Villasario. I went into their messages, and saw that he’d also paid for “custom videos”, which were 30 second clips of her masturbating with a dildo and moaning his name. He’d also sent her pictures of his private parts for “dick ratings”. She called him daddy, and they literally had conversations about me, talking about how I drove him to her, and how he loved her with all of his h

I kept my eyes shut, pretending to be lost in it, but I watched through the slit of my eyelashes as the door nudged open just an inch. There she was. Penelope. Her eyes were blown wide, pupils huge, fixed right on my cock as it disappeared into Sara’s mouth. She looked terrified and hungry all at once. Then, I watched her hand slide under that short denim skirt. I saw her shoulder shaking as she started rubbing her clit right there in the hallway, watching me get mine. The sheer boldness of it, the way she was soaking her fingers with her pussy juice while her stepbrother got sucked off made me want to cum. I didn't look away. I snapped my eyes wide open and locked them onto hers. I stared h

Swollen to record size, drooping with the enormous weight of multiple millions of sperm, he was again supercharged and READY! Sarah his loving mother positioned herself in the middle of the bed. She lifted her shapely legs up, her lovely feet pointed to the ceiling. She placed her graceful hands over her entrance, making a triangle, sort of a target. Pete was again in a daze, driven by overpowering sheer lust. He connected his hose to the wet excited entrance to his mother's garden of delights. Plunging in as he gently rolled her up, his mom was again in an 'L' shaped position, legs high, pussy forced wide, and penis pushed deep. Again and again, he dragged the sensitive head of his cock aga

Chapter Three – Penthouse Climax The night deepened, the penthouse a realm of shadows and silk, my body a map of his desire—bruises on my hips, cum drying on my skin, pussy and ass stretched from his relentless games. My daring spirit craved more, and he sensed it, his dark command a challenge I couldn’t resist, turning the suite into our erotic battlefield.

Scrawled in his messy handwriting were the lines I knew I'd have to chant while they used me: “I'm your cum dumpster, fill me up.” “Pound my worthless holes harder.” “I'm a leashed bitch who begs for cock.” “Use me, own me, break me.” And at the bottom: “Warehouse on Elm Street. 8:00 PM sharp. No delays, or we'll come get you and make you regret it.'

It's safe to say my husband is a pussy tycoon, a pussy dealer. I’m my husband’s bargaining chip, he auctions my pussy to the highest bidder and oh, he loves to watch men with big cocks stretch out my cunt and fuck me. You may be wondering about me… I love it! It's all about seeing my pussy stretch around their big cocks, and most especially, moaning to my husband stroke his cock and jerk off on me when they’re done.

Hank lay sprawled on the king bed in the master bedroom, sheets tangled around his hips, the faint cherry-vanilla haze of their shared vape still curling in the air. His girlfriend Penelope was pressed against him, her soft, curvy body radiating heat. She’d been grinding her thick, juicy ass back against his cock for the last ten minutes—slow, deliberate rolls that had him diamond-hard and leaking pre-cum onto the inside of his boxers.