Sex Maker Novels & Stories

Alexander walked to the side of the bed, his fingers ghosting over the controls of the various devices attached to the Alpha’s body. "Now, I am going to start one of these three vibrators inside you. You choose: the butt plug vibrator, the urethral vibrator, or the nipple clamp vibrator. I will call them one by one, you jingle your ass and choose one. I will only say it once, so choose wisely." Sean’s heart hammered against his ribs. He waited, his muscles coiled, ready to signal for the butt plug, the least invasive of the three evils. He expected Alexander to follow the rules he just laid out, but the Master of the World was a master of manipulation.

he explained, adding, “You will not have to look for clients, the guys I will pay you directly and I won’t earn anything from you.” I said, “To be honest, the only man I want to sleep with is you.” Tom: “We will have sex, do not worry, the fact that you have sex with other men makes me want you even more, that’s why I am asking you. And the fact that I will be the only one leaving the sperm inside me connects us deeply. If you allow other men to cum inside you, this deep connection has no meaning.”

Allister asks with a grin. “No, nothing like that. It’s just. You ever have like flashbacks of one woman when you are with another?” I ask them. “Not that I would ever to admit in front of a woman. But hell yeah. There are only so many sex positions. At some point you will have overlap and remember how woman A sucked you off as opposed to woman B.” Camden speaks while looking over the papers and writing notes. “Well, I think marriage is just scaring the hell out of you and you may be wanting to see things. I mean come on do you really think Selene would ever be caught dead in a place like this. A sex club?” Allister asks.

I can see the disappointed expression on his face "I know, you must not understand what partner sex is, right?!" "I know, Sex friends." He answered my question correctly, his voice sounded sad "That's right, you're smart huh." He hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder "So warm." he said making my heart very touched, my hands tightened the hug around his waist. We hugged warmly in the toilet waiting for the pain in my hole to go away, then I fell fast asleep in his warm embrace which made me very calm.

I say, squirming at the thought of what Axel interrupted earlier. He chuckles and gives my nipple a tweak. “Wouldn’t Axel shit himself if we turned you into a regular club whore?” “What’s that?” I ask. He rolls onto his side to face me. “What we like to do to them,” he says, running his calloused fingers up my side, making me shiver. “Is one of us wrecks their cunt while another fucks them in the ass. Sometimes the third one fucks their face at the same time. Then we switch around. Keep going all night until they’re overflowing with cum.”

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

“The climax comes after the chase ends. It pushes us to seal our bond through sex. We can ignore it, but it’ll last longer and be more painful.” “What kind of pain are we talking about?” I checked. “The kind where you’re really, really, really horny.” He didn’t so much as hesitate, and he didn’t look embarrassed about it. The bastard had probably slept with dozens and dozens of women—supermodels, probably, given the way he looked. “Ugh.” I made a face. “I’ll buy a vibrator.” He snorted. “If that worked, there would be a lot more single men in Moon Ridge.”

She wiggled her brows and parted her lips into a wide toothy grin. I chuckled, feeling embarrassed, but not as much as I did before. This woman was so easy to talk to, like I could spew all my secrets to her about my bedroom antics because she seemed to know what she was talking about. “No . . . not really. They all have specific sexual tastes, and I try to cater to them all. Not that I'm complaining. I'm getting the best sex of my life, and it helps that they are all hung like Trojans. All four of them. How lucky am I? I've got a passionate one, a Daddy Dom, one who's into BDSM, and a wild beast. Oh, and he likes to shift during sex. It's nothing too creepy, it just makes him look excessive

How could you let me bleed? I arched into him, my hips lifted to welcome the deep, stretching fullness of him, my legs wrapping tight around his waist, locking him to me. “Fuck, Bela…” he groaned, his hand digging onto my skin. Seb’s breathing was a ragged, broken sound in my ear, his possessive grip on my hips bruising the flesh as he anchored me to the bed, driving himself deeper and deeper until I begged him to stop. The climax didn't bring peace, it broke over us like a violent storm.

He added nipple clamps with weights and electro-stim pads on my clit, the shocks syncing with the machine’s thrusts. Alex was invited for the housewarming voyeur session. He arrived as we moved to the bedroom. In our new, private space, Marcus suspended me fully in the sex swing from the reinforced ceiling hook. Floggers danced across my tits, ass, and thighs, turning my skin a beautiful shade of red. Hot wax from fresh candles dripped onto my nipples and stomach. Marcus fucked every hole while swinging, deep pussy pounding, brutal anal reaming, throat fucking, while Alex watched silently from the chair. “Look at her gape for me in our new home,” Marcus commanded, pulling out of my ass to sh