Pinkydoll Sex Novels & Stories

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.

no panties this time. 'Pulse is racing,' I teased, slapping my cheek lightly, the sting making me gasp. Tips chimed. 'Spread for us.' On all fours, I reached back, parting my pussy lips, dipping a finger in. 'Mmm, so tight and ready.' 'Use a toy.' another filthy order. I'd bought a dildo that day, pink silicone, veined, 7 inches. I held it up. 'This what you want?' Sucking the tip first, tongue swirling, imagining it was real. Then, on my back, legs wide, I rubbed it along my slit, coating it in my wetness. Pushing in slow, the stretch burned sweet.

“You didn't wear anything new? I asked, eyeing her tight little pussy still glistening. Dried cracks of my cum stained on her “Fuck me. Please…x. She, her, her hole – a thick wet airkickish trail dripped down to her thighs. I kicked off my pants before pushing her to stand on her feet and bending her forward, her fingers touching her toes, giving me a perfect view of her ass. I plunged my already throbbing cock into her pussy, warmth and tingles crawling over my spine, feeling her insides clench onto my cock, my balls babbling out and firming up. I inched out, watching her pussy drag against my cock before I fucked into her again, burying my cock down to the hilt. “Yess, fuck…more. Fucking g

Did they think she didn't know what they were doing? Nick picked up the vibrator it looked like a modern work of art, a smooth curved pebble shape, cold metal and warm pastel silicone. Nothing like the convoluted plastic rabbits sold in many high street sex shops, some of them looked more like instruments of torture than instruments of pleasure not to mention that they were all such disgusting colours. Nick switched it on as it emitted a low soft hum. He ran the more pointed end of the pebble down her thigh making her jolt in surprise, giving her a few seconds to get used to the idea he then ran it along the creases of her leg and body. Millie shivered and shuddered as he got nearer to his g

" Destiny shook her hand and introduced herself as well. Jewel giggled nervously and said, 'Honesty I'm not sure where to begin. I guess I'll just start with a bit of my history. I work at a very busy and demanding job. I don't have much of a social life. When I do go out though I like to have sex. Just being honest so please don't judge me. I love my work, but all the stress gets to me through the week so on the weekends when I can find someone, I will more often than not take advantage of the opportunity. Sex relaxes me like nothing else especially good sex. Unfortunately, I've hit a dry spell lately. The few sexual partners I've had have been way too quick and then out they go. I must fin

“Ebony? Daddy kinks? Or BDSM?” Grace grinned a little. “Daddy kinks.” I picked a good video and started playing it on the big TV. The sounds of moaning filled the room. On the screen, a young girl was calling a man “Daddy” while he fucked her. I slipped my hand between Grace’s legs. She was already wet. I rubbed her pussy gently first, then pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned loudly and pressed her face into my chest. “That’s it,” I whispered. “Feel Daddy’s fingers.”

My thighs fall open on their own, the cool air hitting the damp heat between them. "Fuck," Kirly breathes from her table, the sound raw. I risk a glance, her masseur, a woman with ink-black hair and a mouth like a sinful promise, has two fingers buried inside her, Kirly’s hips rolling in slow, desperate circles. Dante’s fingers hook under the lace of my panties, tugging them down my legs with agonizing slowness. "Such a pretty pussy," he growls, his thumb parting my folds. "Already wet."

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

Domica logged in. Her inbox was still full. But one request caught her eye. Client ID: PetalX Session: Private Request: “Please, Mistress. Let me be pretty for you tonight. Use me how you like.” Gender: F Experience Level: Submissive. Oral. Edge-trained. Good at staying still. Needs to feel beautiful.” Domica’s lips curled slowly. She selected “Accept.” The screen split open to reveal a woman on her knees. Young, maybe twenty-five, with cinnamon-brown skin and breasts she clearly wanted noticed. Her nipples were pierced—silver rings gleaming under a soft mesh bralette. She wore nothing else but black lipstick and a velvet ribbon tied in a bow around her throat.

I explained to him like one will do a little kid — not that he's a kid. “So….” “I've always wanted to do something.” I pecked him on his lips and got down from the bed, smiling at the confused man sitting on the bed. “What's it?” “Have you ever fantasized about watching me pleasure myself?” I asked, seductively biting my lower lip as I tried to look as alluring as I could. “Uhm… What… Doll?” He swallowed, looking rather uncomfortable as his ears turned blood-red in embarrassment. “I've always fantasized about it. It's a kink of mine.” I went over to his closet, opened it and got one of my pink silicone vibrators.