Serena Becker Sex Novels & Stories

"It would be more of a problem if Master was still adamantly opposed to us fucking other men. If we can get the occasional cock somewhere else, it's not as big an issue as it was before. In the last three weeks, most of which Master's been gone, I've fucked Bill, Chen, Ricardo, the dance instructor, Sean, and Dan. Obviously, you've had it worse because no one else but Master can fuck your cunt, but that's temporary. Once you're pregnant, you're open game, too." Lisa laughed. "I can't believe the shit you talk me into. She is sweet. I can't believe how quickly she's learned to lick as well as she does." "My ears were burning," Becky said, rejoining us. "Were you talking about me?" "Yes," I re

There was no way Alexander wouldn’t notice—and no believable excuse she could give. Serena’s breath caught. The air in the room suddenly felt thin, suffocating. She gripped the sink until her knuckles whitened, trying to steady the storm inside her chest. Work could wait. Thinking could wait. She needed to clear her head—but fate, as always, had other plans. --- Across town, Beatrice’s phone buzzed. An anonymous message popped up on her screen. “Serena has indeed been with a man these past two days. Her first love. They stayed in a hotel for two nights while Alexander was abroad.”

Victor's POV I came home two days early from my business trip. The penthouse was quiet, but as I walked toward the bedroom, I heard loud moans. Serena’s moans. I stopped at the half-open door and looked inside. My beautiful wife Serena was on all fours on our bed. My best friend Marcus was behind her, fucking her hard. His thick cock was sliding deep into her pussy again and again. Serena’s ass bounced every time he thrust into her. Her moans were loud and shameless.

I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually. “Lisa, no one wants to see me naked. I’m sure of it.” Lisa waved her hands. “Oh, please girl! You still got hips that won’t quit, big titties, and a beautiful face. Someone is going to want you.” I raised a brow. “I see you didn’t mention my ass.” “Uhm. You aren’t working with much in that department, so... Thank God you were blessed with a pretty face.” Lisa’s phone pinged as she took it. “Holy shit! Remy just posted” she came to me, showing me.

To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

I said and hung up. The pictures probably contained Serena shaking hands with other actors. I opened the documents and I started shaking, I thought I was ready for what I was about to see. It was a video, a sex tape and it looked fucking real. My hands vibrated as I pressed play. My eyes went wide open and my stomach growled with anger. Serena was having sex with another fucking man. " Argggggggghhhhhhh" I screamed, slamming my phone on the wall. I scattered whatever I could thinking I'd calm down but I didn't.

Fig, honey, and wonderful glycerine richness, this has enormous intensity and concentration, yet absolutely ravishing acidity, the cleansing length of the finish is extraordinary and I love it. She leaned on the railings while facing me forward and offered me a hand. "By the way, Frieda Becker." "Serena Hert." Of course, I have manners, so I accepted her hands. "Oh, you haven't re-married yet?" She asked in surprise. Damn... Marcus didn't disclose the whole setup we were in. Whether we're girlfriend/boyfriend or fiancee thingy. "S-Soon maybe."

No matter how many times she begged him not to have his men follow her around, he still insisted on sending them. "Should we sneak out the back door?" Serena said lazily as she watched Becky push her way through the crowd. "Be nice," Ally scolded her. But Serena didn't want to. Being nice wasn't her forte. She was known as a cold bitch throughout high school and college but she didn't give a flying fuck about it. "I made it!" Becky chirped. "So you did," Serena said and looked at her with a bored expression. Serena didn't like Becky at all. She found her loud and annoying but she was Ally and Ariana's friend so she was willing to tolerate her.

I needed a little space. “Mummy are you stepping out?” Akira asked, and I nodded my head, “Mummy, bring anything for me.” “Your mummy is going to bring anything,” I said then planted a kiss on her head. “Since when are you my daughter’s Mother?” I pulled away when I heard Serena’s voice, “You are not even her Father’s wife so what are you doing here? Is Beckham aware that you are here?” “Serena…” I called as I stood up, “I…. I….”

He'd kept his face cold and hadn't said a word to me all night. His friends had gone to town on me. Doormat. Sad puppy. A woman with no self-respect who'd crawl on her knees if Sebastian snapped his fingers. Now he wanted me to do it again. "Sebastian," I started. Something rustled on the other end of the line. Then Serena's voice. "A few years away and you've really developed a taste for the kinky stuff, huh?" Her voice was right up against the receiver. Then she let out a soft moan.