Sex Maker Novels & Stories

That is more mortifying than anything could be. I leave the club entirely, leaving the patrons to the demented things they like most. To me, this is strictly for business and I’ll keep it that way. They want somewhere to indulge in their sexual fantasies without the fear of anyone seeing them or anything, then once a week I open up this part of my pack and make that dream a reality. It makes the pack a shit ton of money because you don’t know just how much men are willing to pay to get their dick wet. It works for me so by all means, they should go ahead and do whatever they like.

She knew they needed her and she also wouldn't deny herself being needed by these two hot guys who would usually turn heads anywhere they go. He pulled his finger out of her and got into position in front of her back entrance, putting the head of his cock in front of her willing hole. Suddenly he rammed into her. Her scream was muted by the fucking from Reeves, sounding as a strained and broken cry. Dex did not even take the time to allow her some adjustment to his size. He established a cruel rhythm from the get-go, his hips moving like pistons as he slammed himself down inside her rectum, his hands tightening painfully around her hips as he forced her backward into each of his strokes.

“Torture sex.” Another wave of shock hit me. “Torture sex? But why?” “If you can handle sexual pain, you can handle anything else.” I thought for a second, and he was right. “Sounds crazy, right?” “This is craziest thing I have ever heard.” “Welcome to Doxante magic. We would be having two intense sessions tomorrow and next, and you should be expecting your pussy being stretched to the limits and your body reaching the limits of it's orgasm too!”

Kinks: gloryhole, multiple cocks, rough sex, exhibitionism Sara's heart thumped wildly in her chest as she and Mia entered the dimly lit, pulsing gloryhole bar. The heavy bass reverberated through the walls, vibrating every nerve ending in her body. The humid air hit her skin like a caress, carrying with it the scent of sex and taboo promises. It was their 27th birthday, and this was the ultimate gift they had fantasized about for months - a night of pure, anonymous indulgence.

My heart was pounding, a mix of anger and something sharper, jealousy, maybe that I didn’t want to name. Adrian just smiled, unfazed. He didn’t flinch at my sudden outburst instead, he slowly sat down, grabbed the cup of coffee, and took a slow sip, savoring it while his eyes stayed locked on mine. "Relax, Ethan. I don’t know why you’re getting all worked up. Anyway it would be pointless explaining it to you, but I’ll try my best to say it in words that you might be able to understand. Well, in case you don’t know, I have a master’s degree in psychology and what better way to put that into use if not by diving deeper? So, you know what I did? I ended up becoming a sexologist. Now, you may be

“I don't want to do that because it doesn't feel good. I prefer playing without using a condom and taking it out inside. So I don't want to play with you if we're not married.” “What? Do you prefer playing without using a condom? Does that mean you've played in bed with other women?” “I'm just playing in bed with paid women.” “Jeez, Axel. What if your hired woman becomes pregnant with your child because you expelled your seed in her womb?” “The paid woman will not let herself get pregnant. She will always throw away the fetus so that it can continue to work smoothly.” “Why do you do that? That sounds disgusting.”

"We could be so good together." Oh Lordy. "It's not going to happen. You've already admitted that you're having sex with ten other women." "Vampire sex. It's an impersonal experience. Each participant is alone in his or her bed." Participant? Like a team of soccer plaYers, working one feast down the field? "Are you saying you do it with all ten at the same time?" He shrugged. "It's the most time efficient method of keeping them all satisfied." "Oh my God." Aya slapped a hand across her forehead. "Assembly line sex? You'd make Henry Ford proud."

This is precisely why I pay for high-priced escorts—they understand that sex is transactional. At my sex club in London, I have a few regulars who are open to exploring kinkier activities with me. It provides a refreshing change of pace. I enjoy variety—spanking, bondage, sex toys, you name it. Every now and then, I indulge in these play sessions when I have the time. However, most encounters are the usual: sex from behind, against a wall, desk, sofa, bed, or any available surface. Once it’s over, I pay the woman and she departs. Hasta la vista. No overnights. One and done. No commitments.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

“Harden, this is fun, but I can’t keep up. You’re like a machine. Maybe you need professional help.” I thought he was joking at first, but he wasn’t. The next day, he slid a business card across the breakfast table. “Dr. Elias Voss,” it read. “Sexual Health Specialist.” Tyler explained he’d heard about him from a friend—some famous sex doctor who dealt with addictions, sensitivities, all that stuff. “He’s got a rep for fixing guys like you,” Tyler said, smirking. “Or at least channeling it productively. And hey, he’s hot as hell, from what I hear. Might be right up your alley.”