Racy Stories Novels & Stories

Lily was soaked, her folds slick and swollen with need. Zara plunged two thick fingers knuckle-deep into Lily's dripping core without preamble. The petite waitress cried out sharply, back bowing off the couch as pleasure bordering on pain lanced through her. Zara pumped her digits ruthlessly, curling them just so to stroke that spongy spot inside that made stars explode behind Lily's eyelids.

He started fucking me hard and fast, hands digging into my hips so tight I knew I’d have bruises later. The rhythm was filthy. Miles using my throat like it belonged to him. Chase pounding my cunt like he was trying to break me. My fingers working Roxxie’s clit while my tongue fucked into Mia. Wet sounds filled the whole room. Skin slapping. Moans. The loud squelch of Chase driving into my messy hole over and over again.

I ran two fingers through her folds, coating them in her slickness, then pushed them inside without warning. “Fuck… so tight,” I groaned. “You’ve been saving this pussy for me, haven’t you?” “Yes… Dr Hale…” she whimpered, pushing back against my hand. I curled my fingers, stroking the spot that made her cry out. “Call me Marcus when my fingers are inside you.” “Marcus… please…” I added a third finger, stretching her while my thumb circled her swollen clit. She was dripping down my hands and the wet filthy sounds filled the library.

Story 8: The Secretary’s Secret Mr. Voss stroked his thick cock lazily as he watched the two naked women fingering each other, their breasts pressed tightly together, nipples rubbing sensually. “Anything goes,” he said darkly. “Use your fingers, your mouths, your bodies — do whatever it takes to make the other cum first. The one who cums loses and gets fired. Begin.”

It’s just that sometimes I feel like she’s the tortoise to my hare. Maybe it’s because in the pageant world, scandals are a no-no, so we’ve had to keep our relationship hush- hush. But I ask you: would anyone really be surprised? I’m surprised there hasn’t already been a sapphic snow- ball effect. I mean, here you have a bevy of beautiful women who grin and bare it backstage, treating each other to flashes of flesh and snippets of skin, and— “You still haven’t answered my question,” Taryn tells me. She lies down on her bed, beside a new pantsuit that wasn’t there a minute ago.

He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

Forgot to give this friendly warning… This story contains: Gangbang, Anal, DP, TP, dirty language, and some others. Read at your own risk… . . Maddison stepped into her favorite underground sex club, hidden deep in the city’s seedy underbelly, and the second she crossed the threshold, the air hit her like a drug. It was the only air she’d ever truly breathed since she first started having sex. Inside, the energy was chaotic, every corner a fuck-fest begging to be joined, and her mouth watered, her body aching to dive in.

Jade started riding—slow rolls at first, then harder—her pierced nipples bouncing as she bounced on his dick. Lila slid off the desk—crawled over to Jade—kissed her deep while Jade rode Ethan. Their tongues tangled; Lila’s hand slid between Jade’s legs, rubbing fast circles on her clit while Ethan thrust up into her. Ava’s moans turned muffled around Riley’s cock. Marcus slapped her ass—hard—leaving red handprints. “Come on my dick,” he growled. “Let everyone hear how much you love being used.”

I squeezed out a generous amount of lube on the woman's ass especially that tight chrysanthemum that was calling out to me. I slipped a finger into her chrysanthemum making her grasp the edge of the desk tightly with a moan that was between painful and pleasure-ful. “Is it bearable baby?" I asked her as I thrust in with my big finger as though searching for something and when I found it I graduated to two then three fingers slowly, preparing my woman for a good fuck. Such stimulation had me desperate for a release as my dick felt jealous of my fingers. “Fuck me Daddy... I wantyou to fuck me… Ah-, pl… please fu-fuck me," said Sera in a slutty tone while grinding against my fingers.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."