Porn Stoires Novels & Stories

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

Stefan walked to the bed and came straight for my pussy with his mouth. I grinned against him as he devoured my pussy like a starving man. Besides, I could see Rob's hardness through his jeans and soon he began to stroke himself. “Enjoying yourself, baby?” he asked as he continued to stroke his cock. “Yeah,” I replied and reached for him, kissing him with every fiber of my being. Stefan continued eating me and soon he stood up and took off his clothes, showing off his huge and hard cock. Suddenly, he plunged into my pussy and I cried out in pleasure.

I don’t know how I'm going to make it home before I blow my load, or even worse, before someone notices my hard-on! I decide to make a quick pit stop at the town library and use the combination of their public toilets and the free Wi-Fi to relieve myself. I quickly lock the only cubicle in the men’s bathroom and sit down, I put my earphones in and immediately go to my phone's videos where I store a large amount of p**n. I quickly click play on one of my favourite screaming videos and start to jerk my 8” cock. I’m already ready to blow my load and the screaming and hot ladies aren’t helping. Suddenly I imagine Mrs Sinclar jerking me and it’s all too much as I shoot stream after stream of cum

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

“Gonna fill you up, baby… pump every last drop into my girlfriend’s womb… mark you as mine.” Layla came violently, her pussy quivering and milking him as she screamed his name. Tony roared and exploded inside her, flooding her depths with thick cum that overflowed almost immediately, leaking down her ass in creamy streams. He barely gave her time to catch her breath before pulling his cock free with a gush of mixed fluids and pounding straight into Elena. “Your turn, Mommy whore… take Daddy’s next load deep.” Sophia begged hoarsely, her voice raw from screaming, eyes glassy with need. “Yes… breed Mommy’s slutty cunt… flood me with your potent seed… make me leak your cum for days… I’m your br

Saliva bubbled at the corners of my lips, dripping onto Thorne's legs Lucien and Draven stroked their dicks faster as they watched us. Lucien's red hair fell to the side, as he stroked the tip of his cock hard. "Look at our brothers using up her holes", he groaned. Draven grunted in agreement, his hand stroking his cock even faster. Their dicks were driving me crazy. Thorne thrusted his hips beneath me met my own movements in rhythm as his dick pounded my cervix. Cedric's dick fucked my throat hard.

I have always been able to trust Sammy. But how can I tell Sammy about how I am changing? How my interest in sex is pushing me beyond the normal limits that people have; how my Onlyfans account was veering further and further away from hers, which is strictly suggestive bathing suit pictures; how, when I masturbate now, which is currently about three times a day, all I can picture is my stepfather's face... my stepfather staring at me, his eyes glazing over with lust, as he cums? A wave of sadness washes over me. My stepfather, whom I love, and who now can't look at me because of the way I've been acting. The things I've done.

I was already soaked, my pussy lips were swollen and slick. He watched every move I made. Then he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, it was thick and hard. The head was already wet with precum, he wrapped his hand around it and started stroking slowly. “Tell me what you wrote,” he said. I kept rubbing my clit in small circles. My breath came faster. “I wrote about a man coming in after closing. He bends me over the desk, he pulls my skirt up and fucks me hard.” He stroked faster. “Keep going.”

“Every time you came over to the house to drop something off, every time you smiled at me like I was just ‘Mr. Rossi’. I told myself I was imagining things. That I was sick for noticing how your shorts rode up whenever you sat on my couch during summer holidays after college. How your tits looked in those tight little tank tops. I wanted to bend you over the kitchen counter more times than I can count.” She moaned softly as my fingers slipped inside her, washing away the evidence of our first round while teasing her at the same time. “I tried to be good,” I continued, the confession pouring out now that the dam had broken. “I tried to see you as my daughter’s innocent friend. But tonight, se

“I was on fire that night; I had a lot to drink before. You see, these men were special, VIP. They paid for me and I gave them a darn good show. I had on my favorite gold bikini set. It’s basically a strip of clothing; doesn’t cover anything—” I squeezed my eyes shut, my thumb digging into a wooden bead. “Candy, please. This is not—” “The lights in the VIP room were so dim I couldn’t see their faces,” she continued, ignoring me. Her voice was low. “But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties