Raunchy Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“Such a tight little whore. Your cunt is sucking my cock like it wants to keep every drop. Beg for my cum, slut.” “Give it to me!” Mia sobbed. “Pump your hot cum into my fertile womb! Knock me up! I want to leak your seed for days!” He filled her with another thick load, then moved to Zoe without pulling out completely. Zoe was waiting, ass high. “My turn! Breed my athletic cunt! Ruin me too! Fill every one of us until we’re dripping like the dirty whores we are!” Jax slammed into her and fucked her savagely. “You three are the sluttiest group of college bitches I’ve ever bred. Lying here with your asses up, begging a stranger to knock you up. Your pussies are ruined and leaking my cum every

The stench of sex filled the air, and there were so many couples fucking themselves in the dim little arena while others watched. I gasped when I saw a lady on her knees, getting rammed from the back while another man had his dick lodged deep in her throat. "That's not... That's not right," I mumbled, pressing my thighs together when the ache between my legs grew stronger. I got led to a bench where we could see everything else happening

I told him, but he just gripped his drink tighter. Time moved slow. I ordered another round, sipping slower now, letting the heat build between my legs. The club got fuller, people touching and kissing in corners. One section had a girl on her knees sucking two guys at once, heads bobbing, spit dripping down her chin. Another area showed two women fingering each other on a couch, moaning loud and rubbing their wet cunts together. I watched it all, my own pussy getting soaked, clit throbbing against my thighs.

I writhed on his lap, making my intentions known but unfortunately, he had other plans to drag this out as long as possible. “Tell me… what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done during sex?” Tom twisted the crotch of my panties around his fingers. He pulled it to the side. In doing so, his knuckle rubbed against my clit and I nearly saw stars. I bit my lip, hard enough to bruise. “I t-thought you wanted me to turn my thoughts off,” I spluttered. My hips bucked off his thighs for a second. Fuck, I needed release. I needed it so bad, I was two seconds away from begging.

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

“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?”

The Italian rolled off his tongue so easily and the goosebumps spread across my arms and up the back of my neck so fast it startled me. The cold office suddenly felt several degrees too warm. "What does that mean?" I whispered before I could stop myself. "Why don't you come to my office right now and take my cock into that sweet little mouth of yours. Maybe then I'll tell you what it means." His voice rasped hotly. My breath hitched. Hot heat rushed between my legs immediately and crossing them tighter right now was not helping in the slightest. "Why don't you go pay a sex worker to come suck your cock day and night,

When she came, clenching hard around him, he followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling into the condom with a shuddering groan. They collapsed onto the couch afterward, laughing breathlessly at how desperate they’d been. Dinner was forgotten in favor of slow, lazy kisses and conversation that stretched late into the night. Julian talked about his early career struggles; Maya shared her fears about grad school applications and what the future might hold. The sex was incredible, but these quiet moments afterward—naked limbs tangled, his fingers tracing her spine—deepened the connection in ways neither had expected.

My family would have been humiliated. So I married him knowing he would never really want me. Never really satisfy me. Never give me what I needed in bed. And I decided right then that I wouldn't settle for a sexless marriage just because my husband preferred dick. The mechanic doesn't know about the neighbor's brother. The neighbor's brother doesn't know about the mechanic. My husband doesn't know about either of them. And I'm keeping it that way. Because this arrangement works. I get the hard rough sex I crave. I get variety. I get to explore every kink and desire my body has without judgment or hesitation.

“Okay, fine. He had me bent over the couch in the open area for half the night. Fucked me so deep and slow at first, then got rough when I told him to, he pulled my hair, choked me just enough, made me squirt all over the floor while people watched. Then he flipped me and made me ride him until my legs gave out. I think I left claw marks on his back. Worth it.” I laughed, the sound bubbling up light and free. “Look at us…three walking disasters who finally got properly dicked down. My ex could barely last thirty seconds and here we are, limping like we ran a marathon on dick. I’m never going back to quick, boring sex again. From now on, it’s rough, tied-up, make-me-scream-or-don’t-bother sex