Novel & Cerita Riding Sex Stories

The dim lights of the swingers' club pulsed softly over the crowded room. Bodies moved in the shadows, laughter mixed with heavy breaths, and the air hung thick with the smell of sweat and excitement. In one corner, away from the main dance floor, sat a curious couple named Alex and Sarah. They had talked about this for months, whispering in bed about what it might feel like to share their bodies with strangers. Tonight, they decided to try it. Alex, tall with a strong build and short dark hair, held Sarah's hand tightly. Sarah, curvy with long blonde hair and a nervous smile, squeezed back. Her red dress hugged her full breasts and wide hips, making her feel both exposed and alive.

Since she couldn't, she stuck one finger in her hole, in an effort to satisfy the ache. Mr. Ryan was now sliding his hand up and down his shaft, working the tight skin. Miss Alice was still bent over the desk, waiting for what he would give her. He stuck his hand beneath her ass and caressed her p***y. Then pulling out his hand, he brought it to his face. “You're wet.” He muttered. His c**k leaping against the redhead’s ass. “You like to be punished, don't you.” Miss Alice squeaked and nodded her head, obviously too weak to speak. Jessica watched Mr. Ryan reach into his back pocket and take out a condom. He quickly opened it and slid it over his length.

she breathed, rolled her hips in circles that hit deep. I gripped her ass, thrust up hard, and the bed creaked under us. Sweat slicked our skin, her hair covered my face as she leaned down for a messy kiss. No power games, just perfect match—her gasps hit with my groans, and it built like a wave. She clenched tight, shattered again, and pulled me with her. I came hard, buried deep, vision spotted, and her name rumbled in my chest. We collapsed tangled and panting, her head on my shoulder, and she said, “That was…” She trailed off, traced my tattoos—cheap ink from college days, stories she wanted later.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the bedroom as I fucked her hard and fast. Fuck, my fiancée can't get enough; she was literally screaming for me to fuck her more. The horny whore must hаvе been just аѕ еxсitеd by rеtеlling thе story of the threesome she had at the club аѕ I wаѕ frоm hеаring it.

"Sorry, folks. Duty calls. I'll check on you two again in a little while." "Sex writers," I mused. "I wonder exactly what that entails." Noah grinned at me. "Considering a career change, darlin'?" I shook my head. "I don't think so. Although I have to say that I'm intrigued. Do they just write books about sex, or do they write erotic fiction? Or both?" "Maybe they also write scripts for porn," Noah suggested. "If that's the case, they need to up their game. Most porn is seriously lacking in storylines and decent dialogue."

Hope that is alright. Of course. Come in. We settled in the living room. The men opened a laptop and started talking numbers and timelines. I sat on the opposite couch and tried to look interested while my body did something else entirely. Richard’s legs were stretched out in front of him. Every time he shifted the shorts rode a little higher on his thighs. The polo pulled across his abs when he leaned forward. I kept staring. My panties grew damp and the ache between my legs became impossible to ignore. After a while the need got to be too much. I stood up.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

They had been having sex frequently, almost four times a day, and Jax was worried he might have overdone it. Richy felt the blunt, slick pressure of the doctor’s gloved finger against his puckered hole and gasped, his fingers clawing at the paper covering the exam table. The pressure increased and Richy cried out, instantly clamping hard, just to keep that finger from sliding into his intimate area. It felt unnatural, and he didn't like it. “Breathe out,” Dr Stanley instructed, his voice cold. The finger pushed past the tight ring of muscle and Richy’s body resisted, clenched, then yielded until the doctor’s finger was deep inside him. Richy panted, tears springing to his eyes.