Novel & Cerita Porn Stoires

Uncontrollable tears streamed down my face as I stared at the numerous photos spread out on Mr Voss's million dollar table at his penthouse. Photos of Daniel fucking a woman in his car—the one I fucking bought for him. Photos of him kissing her. Photos of him taking her in all different positions in the car. Photos of his face scrunched up in pleasure, his mouth open, his skin glistening with sweat and I couldn't help the tears that kept rolling down my cheeks no matter how many times I told them to stop.

I came with a sob, hips bucking wildly against their faces and hands. They kept me there, on the edge of overstimulation, for what felt like forever. Mouths and fingers everywhere. Four hands on my tits at once. Two tongues taking turns on my clit. Fingers rotating in and out of my pussy—sometimes two, sometimes three, sometimes four stretching me open. They talked constantly, their voices low and raw. “Such a greedy little slut.” “Look how her holes are clenching.” “Bet she’d take all our cocks so well.”

“You two always collect payment like this, or am I just special?” Roy’s laugh was low and dirty. “Special enough. Most girls don’t bend over this easy.” Hank’s thick fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and tugged once, testing. “Mouthy little thing. Bet that mouth does more than talk.” I felt the heat between my legs spike. My secret kink—the one I never admitted out loud—was already throbbing. Older men. Rough hands. Being used like I was nothing but a warm hole on the side of the road. These two had walked straight out of every filthy fantasy I’d ever gotten off to alone in the dark.

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

while making exaggerated stretching motions with their hands. Tears spilled freely down my cheeks now, hot and unstoppable, ruining my carefully applied makeup in dark streaks. I felt like I was going to throw up right there in the middle of the hallway. This wasn’t what happened. He had been gentle at first, then rough and perfect. He had praised me nonstop—called me tight, perfect, the best he’d ever had, addictive. He had made me cum over and over until I was shaking and squirting. Why was he destroying me like this? “Aaron…” I whispered, my voice cracking painfully, barely a sound. “Why are you lying? That’s not how it happened at all… You said I was the best… You said my pussy felt incr

“That’s it… eat each other’s pussies. Fuck, I’m so hard watching my stepsister and stepmom like this.” Sarah lifted her head long enough to gasp, “Come closer, Jake. Stroke that big cock for us.” He did, moving right beside the couch. I could see his heavy balls swinging as he jerked himself, precum dripping. The sight made me lick Sarah even harder. We shifted slightly, still in 69 but now rubbing our pussies together too. Sarah pressed her soaked cunt directly against mine—hot, slippery, clit to clit. We tribbed hard, grinding in messy circles, our juices mixing as our pussies kissed and slid together. The friction on my clit was intense, building fast.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

It wasn’t Nathan. Bruno was sitting there, shirtless, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth parted in silent pleasure. His right hand was wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly, deliberately. Even in the dim blue light of the television, I could see the thick, glistening head and the precum shining at its tip. He was bigger, much bigger than Nathan. I froze. I had never seen anything like it before. The sight of my boyfriend’s father touching himself was so raw, so erotic, that I couldn’t look away.

Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire. They spent the next hour exploring every part of her, moving from the sofa to the soft rug on the floor. Her breasts were squeezed and kissed until they were flushed red, and her thighs were bruised from the grip of their hands. She felt like a queen in the middle of her own private storm. Every time one man finished, another was ready to take his place, keeping the fire burning bright. By the time the lights in the club started to dim and the morning was close, Layla was completely spent. She lay on the floor, her hair a mess and her body glowing with the remnants of their passion. The three men sat around her, lookin