Sex Machine Sex Story Novels & Stories

She said, pointing at her stomach. "What if this isn't a real baby inside me, what if it's a balloon or something?" She asked. "Have you had sex before?" He asked to be sure. "Yes, three times." She said without a pause. "Okay. So now, let's get some thing straight. If you've had sex three times, then it means this is no balloon but a baby in there, a very fast growing baby." "Hold on a second, doctor, I wanna understand where exactly you're heading to. How the fu*k is that possible?" She asked, confused.

He was pounding me pretty fair. "Excuse me, Mister Thornhill," Shasta said, right next to me, "I was wondering if I might ask a favor of you?" "What do you need, Shasta?" "Not money," she laughed, "but I've recently started having sex with men again thanks to my slave, but several of my friends, including the little slut sucking your dick, say being triple penetrated is a very enjoyable experience for a woman. I only have the one slave myself, so would need a couple other cocks to complete the experience for me. I was hoping for one of them to be yours."

The challenge had been simple, thirty days without sex, I’d barely made it past four. I shut the journal, slid it under my pillow, and lay back, staring at the ceiling, my body ached not just from denial, but from the mental exhaustion of fighting myself, I’d tried every trick, cold showers, breathing exercises even reading books that bored me to death, None of it worked, My mind was a movie reel of everything I craved, the stretch of skin under my hands, the taste of sweat, the sound of a low, deep moan in my ear. By nightfall, I couldn’t take it anymore.

Xavier: Say that when you're bending over my desk with my cock inside that tight pussy. I bite my lip, instantly becoming horny with the text. We have been having sex like maniacs these days. My hormones keep me horny all the time and Xavier is much obliged to fuck me whenever I ask him. We had sex like six times this morning itself and yet, I can't help but squeeze my thighs together as the heat starts to pool between my legs. Me: When should I come? Xavier: On my cock or my tongue? I smirk and type back. Me: Your wish

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

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.

I came hard, shooting across the lockers while my hole clenched around him. Jax slammed in deep and roared. Hot, thick loads flooded me. Pulse after pulse. He kept grinding, making sure every drop stayed inside. When he finally pulled out, cum ran down my thighs. He turned me around, grabbed my chin, and kissed me rough and deep, tasting blood and spit. “This is not over,” he said, voice dark. “You want your story? You come back tomorrow night after my next fight. And you bring that ass ready for me again.”

Her whole body shook, sweat-slick, the room thick with the scent of sex. “Come for me, Mummy… come with my cock in your ass,” I ordered, smacking her cheek again, the sting making her clench harder. She shattered—screaming my name, ass spasming around my shaft, pussy squirting onto the sheets. The sight, the feel, dragged me over—I slammed deep and came, flooding her ass with hot, thick ropes, pulsing endless until we both collapsed, trembling, wrecked. I stayed buried inside her, kissing the sweat on her spine.

Max brought the woman onto his body, sitting her on his lap while he kissed her breasts again. I knew they were about to do it—really do it like two adults having sex, not like me and Jack, who still had to hold back because of the principles I held. And when it finally happened, I sped up the movements of my fingers, thrusting in and out of my pussy. “Ah…” Damn it. I quickly covered my mouth when I accidentally moaned in my hiding spot. My heart pounded violently when I realized how stupid I’d been. “Who’s there?”