Raunchy Short Stories Novels & Stories

Only Randell closed his eyes. “You know you want me,” I whispered, wiggling out of my shorts. Now I was only clad in matching bra and panties. I slowly drew the lacy scraps of my thong down my ass and stepped out. Then, I unclasped my bra and let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of the tiny little puddle of lingerie and cupped both breasts. “Look at these tits…have you ever seen such ripe, pretty and perfect titties?” I pinched both nipples and gasped as they pebbled. “And how about this pussy? Sweet and tight, I promise. You know you want to taste. Why fight it?”

The room was a symphony of filth: wet slaps, muffled moans, the creak of desks, the squelch of cocks plunging into stretched holes, the occasional sharp slap of skin on skin. Marcus sped up in Ava’s ass—short, brutal thrusts—then buried deep, groaning as he came again—hot pulses flooding her back hole. He pulled out slowly—cum leaking from her gaping ass, dripping down to mix with the mess between her thighs. Ava came again—screaming into Lila’s cunt—body convulsing, ass clenching around nothing now. Lila followed—hips bucking, squirting over Ava’s face. Ethan slammed into Jade one last time—came with a low growl—filling her cunt again until it overflowed, running down her thighs.

Before saying words that made me so embarrassed I almost cried. “You think I don’t notice your overly short skirts and dresses? your tight shirts that barely hold your titties? How you always intentionally push your titties in my face? You think I don’t see all that?. Do you want me so much that you now masturbate with me all over your head?. “Sir I’m so sorry, I just..” I swallow hard when Rehnan suddenly walks up to me and grabs my throat. He squeezes hard and turns me around so quickly I gasp when my chest hits the table and he pulls my skirt up exposing my ass.

Kael joins in, snatching a few sheets of paper, his grin wide and wolfish as he writes, occasionally glancing up at Thalia’s tits, then over to Elara’s legs. “This is gold. Imagine pulling something like, ‘Suck off the person to your left for five minutes.’ Or ‘Let everyone watch you finger yourself until you cum.’ My mind’s already spinning with possibilities, and yeah, my dick’s getting hard just thinking about it.” He shifts in his seat, hand pressing down on his crotch briefly, a low groan escaping him, and the casual way he admits it makes the air feel even thicker, like we’re all teetering on the edge of something irreversible.

The long slit revealed my perfect thighs, accentuating my curves as the fabric hugged my skin. Creating little or no room underneath. Before I could say jack, he grabbed the hem of my dress, ripping the fabric to expose my skin. I gasped. My whisper dissolving into thin air “Mason” I breathed. “F*ck!” He cursed, the moment he touched my soaked panties. “Your body beckons me” he whispered, his voice husky. “Mason… someone might…. I whispered, my voice trailing off. My gaze locked on him, as he sucked his lower lips, gentling, rubbing my clit through my panties.

Deep down I’ve always been a slutty, horny mess. I tried to keep myself busy for a week, pining away with anticipation of my night of fun. I didn’t make my waiting any easier when I decided to text Vince. We exchanged numbers at the party. Of course things got dirty, quickly turning my pussy into a puddle in my panties as I read through Vince’s descriptions of how he was going to claim my cunt. I told him I was being a good girl and not playing with myself in anticipation of our night together. That was quickly followed by Vince sending me a picture of his throbbing cock.

These were just fantasies. This went on for over six months. I would come home from work, shower, fix a little dinner, and then sit down at my laptop to watch sex videos, read stories like Poppy’s secret confession or other sex stories about daddy’s, or cruise the M2M ads, looking for the excitement that came from these fantasies. I had discovered a local M2M chat room and would chat with guys, telling them my fantasies. Most were either looking for the same thing or didn't want to waste time chatting once they knew I was scared to actually try anything.

Wanted someone to use me so hard I forgot my own name. His message was already waiting. Ryan: Your profile says you're new to this. But your kink list says otherwise. Degradation, rough play, orgasm control, anal training. That's not a beginner's wishlist. So which is it—are you actually new, or are you just another sub looking for someone to feed her fantasies? Direct. Blunt. No bullshit. My pussy clenched. I typed back with one hand, still touching myself with the other. Me: New to the community. Not new to wanting to be treated like a whore. Does that answer your question?

Earth, grass, sweat, and raw sex. I opened my eyes.. and looked around. “Shit,” Max whispered, eyes wide. “How long were we…?” We scrambled up. My legs were jelly. Cum ran in thick streams down my inner thighs as I yanked my skirt down. I tried to wipe it away but only smeared it more. My hair was wild, full of grass. My tank top was twisted, one nipple still out. Max’s face was shiny with my juices, his shorts barely zipped.