Pornographic Audiobooks Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 3 The hooligan laughed, slowly taking off my panties and completely exposing my entrance. He rubbed his nose a little bit, ducking it. He reached my sleeping clitoris, lightly licking its tip. “Do you like it?” In reply to his question, I moaned again until he shoved one of his artistic fingers into my pussy. I felt like everything was burning inside me. “You’re such hot stuff,” he snorted, sliding his tongue on my neck. At the

“Ah... Your c*ck is too big... You’re going to break me...” Eric was startled by her groaning, and he hurriedly covered her mouth with his hand. “Be professional,” he scolded her. “Those don’t sound like sex noises. They sound like the noises someone would make while being abused!” Crystal thought about it for a minute. She tried to remember what the heroines in porn sounded like, and she tried again. “Hmm...” she groaned. “I’m hot... Yes, yes... that’s it... that’s it... That’s what Momma likes...”

I couldn’t help but wonder what would matter more if I was caught. My awkward posture or the sight of my horny face and the sound of my fingers hitting the walls of my wet pussy. Fuck!! That was all the fuel I needed to work it harder. I didn’t care that my slippery music was now louder or that my hand had involuntarily slipped away from my mouth, allowing loud moans to escape from it. You should care if you’re touching yourself in a public bathroom. At least dignified women do….but like I said, it’s a craze.

I delicately put one of the earbuds in, and then the other one followed. I took my phone and let it face the room so I could once again check if there was anyone besides me in it. When I convinced myself I was alone, I opened the incognito mode on my browser and searched for my favorite artist on the hub. While I was a visual person, sometimes I liked my p**n with audio. I played a random video, whose description I liked, and then I left my phone near my head. A male voice spoke, and I let it engulf me. “Are you ready, babygirl?” The voice was deep and hoarse and instantly made my panties wet. “Because I’m about to take you for a ride.” I sighed and lowered my hand to my lonely pussy. I st

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.”

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

“No… that’s not… I’m not—” “Shh.” I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I remember how wet I got the first time I watched someone fuck. The way his cock looked sliding in and out… the sounds… the way her body shook when she came.” I let my voice drop lower. “You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you? Professor Harlan’s thick cock stretching me open, pounding deep while I dripped all over his desk.” She swallowed hard, her breathing getting faster, but she didn’t move away.

I’m alone in their massive house, horny and determined to make Damien lose control tonight. I start looking through their media room for something to watch… and I hit the jackpot. A hidden folder on their TV called “Private.” Inside are dozens of high-quality p**n videos — rough sex, cheating husbands, babysitter fantasies, creampies, degradation. Exactly my kind. My pussy throbs instantly. I put on one of the filthiest ones — a young babysitter getting brutally fucked by the married dad while his wife sleeps upstairs. The girl on screen is moaning like a whore, getting her pussy pounded mercilessly.

I assumed it was work but when I glanced over, I caught a glimpse of the screen. P**n. A woman on her knees, her mouth full and her eyes watering as a thick cock fucked her throat. The volume was low, but the wet sounds were unmistakable and even Nica didn’t try to hide it. He kept watching, his jaw tight as his thumb scrolled slowly. Heat flooded my face and my nipples tightened against the thin dress. I knew I should have looked away, but I couldn’t. The sight of him getting hard while watching such raw filth made my pussy clench.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.