Playboy Stories Novels & Stories

I was now resting on my girlfriend's laps, on the floor. She was looking at my stomach and covering her mouth with her bloodied hands. Scott!!! She suddenly screamed my name again and her tears were overflowing. I heard her friend talking and it seems like she's calling for help. "Oh my God! Scott!" She whimpered like a baby and seeing her looking so miserable and scared, I felt regret. I have always been a Playboy and was proud of it. I was proud of it, because I'm aware I'm doing something wrong. I've embraced it, so I never felt guilty.

And as we lay entangled, our bodies still humming with pleasure, a sense of fulfillment washed over us. My heart pounded in my chest as I lay in Reuben's arms, my breathing gradually returning to normal. The rush of pleasure that had consumed us moments ago now gave way to a wave of uncertainty and regret. I couldn't help but question my decision to give myself to Reuben before our marriage, knowing his reputation as a playboy.

In the twinkle of an eye he was gone, the door clicking shut soft behind him As my breathing evened out it began to really sink in that I had just had sex with Leo. Leo who was 33. Almost two times my age. And I felt good about it. Really good. In fact I wanted more. I wanted to feel him in my pussy, sliding in and out and stretching me there, filling me completely

"No, sweetie. That's not what I mean. My parents didn't know about us. They'd known the truth about—" "About what? Answer me please directly..." I begged him to say it directly without saying anything which is not necessary to talk with. He took a very deep breath again. "My parents found out that I was a playboy and I hurt and cheated on a lot of women," he announced at me. I wasn't surprised when he said those revelations because I was expecting for it before. He's not yet crying, but I can feel his sorrow. "How did they know? Who told them that you're a playboy and you hurt and cheated on a lot of women, huh? Can you give me the name of someone who told your secrets to your parents?" I sa

Something bloomed. He still teased. I still blushed. But now, the world called him Dr. Rathore. I just called him mine. And that was the end of our story. The end of Playboy vs LoveGuru. I am glad that I sought help from the love guru to make the playboy fall for me.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Good girl, I wish I could see my dear friend eating you out with my cum still dripping from your pussy. What a sight that would be.” He asked me how many guys I had fucked in my life, and he didn’t want the husband or boyfriend answer of two or three. “Real number, Poppy,” he said, tweaking my nipple. “How many cocks have actually owned this body?” I looked at him and told him 2, which was a lie. And then went ahead to tell him I couldn’t remember every hand job or blow job I gave during school games, but 2 had my cunt. “Only two ever got this pussy?” he laughed softly, sliding two fingers inside me like he was proving the point. “Lucky fucking bastards. And now one of the

I was bouncing hard on his thick cock when another guy pushed into my ass. Triple stimulation made me squirt all over Jake’s balls. Lena leaned forward and licked my clit while I got double-stuffed, sending me into another shaking orgasm. They fucked us in every position imaginable. Doggy train — all the guys lining up to take turns in our pussies and asses. Standing spitroasts. One guy holding me up completely while two others fucked my holes. Lena and I were passed around like toys for hours.

I gasp in pleasure, hardly knowing where to focus my attention. Then he’s pulling out and flipping me around, lifting me up. My legs encircle his hips on instinct, and he plunges me down onto his cock. “Oh god,” I grit out. “So good. Gabriel, so good.” It’s all I can say as he lifts me and lets me drop, swiveling his hips as I dig my heels into the skin above his ass for leverage. “Tell me you like it,” he demands. “Your cock is the best thing I’ve ever felt,” I say, the words falling past my lips as my head tips back, the top of my head banging against the glass with every thrust and push.

Badly. During my lunch break I locked the front door, flipped the sign to “Back in 30 minutes,” and quickly grabbed one of the new toys from the display shelf — a thick, realistic dildo with pronounced veins, a strong suction base, and a slight upward curve that was designed to hit the G-spot perfectly. It was heavy in my hand, almost the same size and girth as the cock that had fucked me so brutally last night. My hands were shaking with excitement and nervousness as I carried it to the staff bathroom at the back of the store.

My cock throbbed. “So I ask you one last time, Eli. Can I break you?” His voice was low as he stared down at me, my neck stretched up as I nodded without thinking. “Yes, ruin me. Sir.” He walked away, my asshole breathing, my cock in pain. I needed that release and I needed to get it through whatever means or I’d lose my mind. Some part of me thought what would Maxwell do that would demand my full consent? I had taken my boyfriend’s cock so this was nothing new. Taking Maxwell could be a sport because damn was he huge but still, I could do it.