Porn Stoires Novels & Stories

Pity? "I'm gonna warm this up for us," said Em. Em padded into the bathroom and Sarah heard the water running in the sink. Em came back and walked up to Sarah, still seated in an easy chair. She squatted down to Sarah's level and looked her in the eyes. "Sarah, I promise to make this as pleasurable as possible and once we get started, I know you'll be good with it. Surely you've done some homoerotic photo shoots?" "Y-yes," confessed Sarah. "But those were all staged and posed. We weren't actually having sex while someone took pictures of us fucking."

I wiped the last of the cum off my cock as I clicked on the box to open our private chat room. I couldn’t type fast enough to tell him how much his stories had turned me on. After I told him I had stroked myself to three climaxes in an hour and a half—more than I had ever been able to do before—he asked me if I would like to experiment with some online sex and masturbate together. I asked him if he was sure that no one else could read what we were doing, and he assured me that in the private chat room no one would mind—it happened all the time.

"Ishh, I want to tell you. Listen!" "What story? About your ex again? Haven't moved on from him yet?" Evi had guessed first. Lately, Dita had been talking about her ex, whom she had dumped for cheating on her while she was still dating him. Dita was the one who decided, she was also the one who was gamon. "No, I've moved on," Dita lied. In fact, she still loves and hopes that her ex will return to her. "Good. So, what's the story?" Evi asked, adjusting her sitting position comfortably.

He started pumping himself inside me slowly. As my core was ready, he paced up the speed. He started pumping himself inside me hard and fast. Every second of it was very steamy and magical. It was painful but nothing like I couldn't handle. But the pleasure was mine blowing. I moaned every time his shaft hit my sweet spot. My walls tightened around his shaft and he smiled. "Come on my dear wife, cum for me." He said. He pinched my clitoris lightly and I came again. This time, it was more intense than the last one.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

My full a*s and p**sy was soothingly exposed to Eugene as I waited for him to bring out his c**k and f**k me. Eugene unzipped his trousers and knelt behind me with his entire d**k out and ready to f**k. He put his both hands on my br**sts, our cheeks rubbed as his lower jaw relaxed on my shoulders while his d**k located my p**sy hole. As his c**k dangled at the entrance of my p**sy, Eugene licked my cheek and trailed his tongue up to my ears. Gently and sweetly sucking it, he began to push himself really slowly inside me.

"There's no story." "Oh, I disagree." She waves the polaroid in my face. The image had developed now—Simone's face half-hidden, but my profile is clear. "Damien Adams, tech philanthropist, fucks a stripper raw in a strip club. He calls himself daddy and begs her to cum." She tilts her head. "Your shareholders would love that." I remained unfazed. "This is illegal, whatever you publish would be taken down." "Who said anything about publishing?" She steps back, tucks the Polaroid into her tiny clutch purse. "You know where to find me."

I exhaled, my fingers rising to my lips. He stopped me. His hand covered mine and he raised it to his lips, pecking the back of my palm. I smiled at him, then continued. “He was a drug addict and he was too violent. He had a daughter, she was younger. He… he whipped her… every night… in the dark.” I shuddered at the memory. “I couldn't stand it so I offered to take her place… and there you go.” Noah squeezed my hand. “That’s a lot. I can't imagine how hard that must have been.”

Pussy Owner (2) Rita's POV Hilton didn’t give me time to catch my breath. He stayed buried deep inside my dripping pussy, grinding slow, deliberate circles that kept every sensitive nerve singing. My walls still fluttered around his thick shaft, milking him from the intense aftershocks of my first orgasm. Vincent sat only a few feet away in the chair, the phone held steady in his trembling hands, his own cock straining painfully against his pants as he filmed every slick inch of his best friend stretching his wife.