Penthouse Porn Stories Novels & Stories

Taking off my uniform, I rushed to mum's room, trying out all her sexy nightwears, before settling for one with a plunge neckline. I also took a suction base dildo she'd hidden away since she got married. It wasn't as big as Frank's dick, but it would do. I leaned backwards, resting my back against the sofa as I turned on Frank's laptop. He had no idea that I knew his password. I was going to have so much fun with myself. I played the first p**n video I saw. It was a scene of a woman giving a passionate blowjob. 'Fuck, that was hot', I thought as the woman fit his entire dick in her mouth without gagging.

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

I scoffed in between the kissing. “Doesn’t mean I haven’t imagined it since minute one.” The elevator dinged and we stumbled out. “Where are we?” I whispered. “Penthouse. Perks of being rich and charming.” He slammed the door open, pushed me inside, and pressed me against the wall. “You taste like exciting trouble,” he growled. “You started it.” “You’re gonna finish it.” His mouth dropped to my neck, licking, sucking, biting. I gasped. “Julian—”

It was so ragged like I had been doing some exercise. "Jordan. I...." "This is one of my penthouses. This is the one we'll be staying in until all these..." He pointed between us. "...is settled" Last time we stayed in a hotel where we both had separate beds. It wasn't that bad. However, something about this penthouse gave me chills. Not chills in a bad way but not also chills in a good way. Oh God, I need to get laid. "Your pupils are dilated, Pumpkin" His hot breath fanned my ear, making my breath hitch. "What are you thinking of? Are you really considering my offer of fucking both genders"

“The Northern Alphas come here. They’ll pay. They always pay for fresh cunts. Here, she's a virgin. She has never been touched." That word stung. Fresh cunt. Not daughter. Not blood. Not flesh of his flesh. Just a body. Just holes to be sold off. I didn’t even know the name of this place, but I knew what it was. I’d heard stories whispered among the servants back home—rumors of an underground den where music never stopped, where girls were paraded on their knees, collared, chained, forced to spread for men who had enough money to break them in half.

"Vanessa, I'd like you to tell me in as much detail as possible what happened the night of April tenth." I ran my hands on the table and arched a brow. "My husband and I were watching porn that night." "Why were you guys watching porn that night." "Maybe to turn him on." "So you're not sure." "Am sure." "Go on." "Then something came in on the phone." I paused. "What came in?" "My porn. Me sucking on a man's enormous cock and riding on -" "Enough of the gross detail." "I feel like having a cock right now, both your cocks."

Precum smeared all over the mirror where he was jerking me. "Good boy." He pulled his fingers out suddenly, leaving me empty and clenching. The elevator started moving again. Penthouse level. We barely made it through the doors before he was on me again, shoving me toward the massive couch in his private office suite. My pants were around my thighs as he bent me over the armrest. "Spread your legs." I did, heart pounding. I heard his zipper, then felt the thick, hot head of his bare cock pressing against my hole.

He still didn't pause, just started pounding, hips slamming against my ass so hard the couch moved across the floor. "Fuck, you're tight," he snarled. "Virgin hole milking me already. Alex's gonna be so jealous when I send him the video of me breeding his little perfect cunt. To think he really believed I only needed your videos for my own pleasure. Now I'm fucking enjoying it straight from the his perfect whore." He reached around and rubbed my clit viciously while he reamed me, the wet slap of his hips deafening. I came in under two minutes, screaming into the cushions, pussy clamping down so hard he cursed and had to still for a second.

“Too strong? You were balls deep in my baby sister, pounding her while I texted you about Mom’s health scare? Elena, you let him? After all, your professional talks about perfect matches and never crossing lines? Look at you right now, skirt hiked up, dripping his cum down your leg like some cheap whore who couldn’t wait to get fucked. How long has this been going on behind my back? Did you suck his cock too? Did he eat your pussy until you screamed?” “It was today, all fucking day,” I shot back, voice rising as hot tears stung my eyes but my pussy gave another involuntary clench remembering his tongue and fingers working me over.

Like that grainy homemade porn between a granny and a guy who was of the same age range as her last son. With an irritable curse, I swipe the thong off my desk and stuff them back into my pocket, giving in to the urge to smell my hand, roughly inhaling the lingering perfume of her pussy before forcefully turning my mind back to the work I was doing. I open my mail, ready to shoot off a reply to an important inquiry, when a subject line — about five emails from the top catches my eye. WORLD CLASS BEST SERVICE. YOU CAN'T AFFORD TO PASS UP THIS OPPORTUNITY. IT PROMISES A LOT.