Public Sex Stories Novels & Stories

wall again, lifted pounding, back scraping as he slammed nonstop. Doggy on the floor next, ass up, cock spearing from behind, hands fisting hair. "Show size... take it all, crush girl." "Beg nicely... or no more. Fall in love? Mine to unlock anytime." Second climax hit, body shaking, gushing around him. He followed, pulling out to rub cum over my ass, then back in, senseless rhythm, hardening minutes later, true to the pull. Counter tease, bed tangle hours of desperate fucks, tension's fire consuming.

“So tight... so fucking wet.” They shifted to spooning on their sides, his chest pressed to her back, one leg hooked over his. He entered her slowly from behind, the intimate position letting him kiss her neck and whisper directly in her ear while his hand worked her clit. “Feel that? Every inch of me owning you. You’re going to come again just like this... slow and deep.” The slow build turned frantic as he thrust harder, bringing her to yet another trembling peak. Finally, he stood and pulled her up with him for standing sex against the wall, lifting one of her legs high as he drove into her. Gravity and his strength made every thrust intense and overwhelming. “Hold on to me,” he ordered.

“I don’t want to stop touching you like this. Not for them. Not for anyone.” Maya’s thumb moved in a slow circle against Lila’s skin. “Same.” They had started the account eight months ago. At first it was just photos—matching lingerie, close-ups of hands on thighs, the kind of soft stuff that paid the rent. Then the messages started asking for more. Videos. The two of them together. Real sex. Lila had been the one to say yes first. Maya had taken three days to answer. Now they filmed twice a week. Full scenes. Nothing held back. Subscribers paid monthly to watch the twins who looked exactly alike fuck each other on camera. No one in their real life knew. Not their parents. Not their friends

I leaned back in the deep leather chair of my private office, the late afternoon light filtering through half-drawn blinds and casting long shadows across the Persian rug. The room smelled faintly of sandalwood and clean linen, a deliberate choice to help clients feel both grounded and safe. My name is Dr. Adrian Hale. For the last six years I have practiced a form of sex therapy that most traditional therapists would never dare. I do not simply talk about intimacy. I create it. I guide my clients through their blocks, fears, and inhibitions by sharing physical connection with them, always with clear consent, strict boundaries, and their complete agency. The body remembers what words alone o

Melissa’s heart pounded as she stepped into the dimly lit warehouse in Victoria Island. The underground kink party was invitation-only, and she had spent weeks working up the courage to come. At twenty-six, she was tired of boring boyfriends who fucked like they were scared to break her. She wanted more. She wanted to be used. Owned.

The air in the office was thick, heavy with the scent of sex and the heavy, humid heat of three women breaking every vow they had ever taken. "Let's cum together," Colette growled, her voice a primal command. "Yeah... ugh, fuck," Claire wailed, unable to hold back any longer. "I'm cumming too…fuck, I'm cumming too!" Joan declared, her voice rising to a frantic, broken sob as she drove her own fingers into her own pussy, faster and harder, her body arching in sync with the other two. The three women collapsed into a single, writhing mass of sensation.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

“I mean… aren’t things… different?” He laughed, turning his head slightly and covering his mouth with a hand. “I’m sorry,” he apologised as he turned back to her. “Are human stories not filled with tales of Mer seductions? Our stories certainly are filled with sandy encounters with fisher-folk and swimmers. But, also amongst ourselves, it is frequent amongst our kind that we have sex in both forms. If you can, why would you not, after all? There are advantages and disadvantages to both.”

She then told me she was having sex after almost seven months as Mr. Mehta just does not seem to have time for her. She also told me this was the best sex she ever had. As I left her house and my virginity with her, she looked at me with a smile saying we will continue our exercise the next day, and continue what we did for a long time only it was more of a sexcercise.