Sex Prank Novels & Stories

Here's what they said: "Lovely, lonely secretary, our eighteen cocks ache to make your fantasy come true. We are a group of handsome single guys who play soccer together. We work hard and play hard. We will strip you down and cover you in cum. Then we will rape you, repeatedly, until you beg us to stop, but we won't (unless you use the safe word "red light", at which point we will stop immediately.) Unless you safe word out, prepared to be fucked so thoroughly you won't be able to walk straight for days. It will take at least three showers to wash all the cum out of your hair. You will be whipped and degraded for the whore that you long to be, and you will love every minute of the attention.

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.

“There must be something we can do. We need to sit down and make Jane aware of what is going on. Rhonda has gone to another level by getting your phone number and sending you all these messages. This is bordering on stalker. It is never good to have a stalker. They are unpredictable and can be very dangerous.” His moist lips hover over my bare shoulder, while his warm breath cascades along my sensitive skin. Goosebumps explode across my body. In a deep, husky voice, he says, “Turn my phone off. I’m not done savoring you. I need another round, and I’m not letting that crazy witch ruin tonight for me.” His plumps lips clamp onto my shoulder, ravaging it, while his thumb rubs over my h

I had lost patience and wanted him to fuck me, but I wasn’t prepared for whatever he had in-store for me. “I…” I licked my lips and said, “I was just joking, Daddy.” Sean cocked his head. “Oh, so it’s Daddy now and not an old man, hm?” “It was a joke,” I said, trying to wiggle my butt and move back. Trying to get away from him. “Don’t worry, Princess.” Sean smiled, wrapping his hands around my ankles and pulling me back to him. “Daddy is also joking about making you cum fourteen times.”

I spat. "Not everything." He leaned forward and tried to nibble and kiss on my neck but I sank into the couch away from him, shoving at his chest. I was completely disgusted. "What? Not even a little kiss? Ah, come on, lynn. You're acting like a real prude for a woman who's sleeping with a porn star." His smirk twisted into something dark. "You know it won't last much longer, right? Drake doesn't settle. He never has and he never will. You're a convenience for him, but once you bore him or run out of money, you'll be kicked to the curb like everyone else in his life."

He was supposed to blank his expression and do the Alex’s bidding. In the porn industry, there’s nothing like straight or no straight people because whatever is been done is mainly for the viewers. Except, Alex and Aiden doesn’t want to fuck Kate for viewers entertainment rather for their own pleasure. Alex cocked his brow, counting time as he stared at the clock above. Then the shocked guy sank to his knees in front of Owen, whose cock was already jerking alive and precum beading the crown of his cock.

Somehow, they all came together to arouse intense irritation in me. Doesn't this man have any emotions? I felt an intense need to rile him up, to break his mask of indifference. And the first thing that came to mind was well…stupid. I had to admit I have never been particularly good with riling up someone. But hell, a woman's body was a sure way to get a man to react, no? Everyone on earth knows that. So I did the stupidest thing I've done yet, which includes the one night stand that got me into this mess in the first place, and plastered my whole self against Mr Benedetto's lusciously masculine body.

I swallowed hard, desperately trying to maintain my composure. "Uhmmm," Sandra began, a nervous energy radiating from her. "Since you work in that clinic, I'm curious... do you also offer that kind of service to your clients?" I choked out a laugh, shaking my head vigorously. "No, no, I’m not offering that kind of service. It's solely Damien's...personal devotion as a sex coach. But if you have a problem with your urinary tract, I'm your guy." It was a pathetic attempt at humor, a desperate attempt to inject some levity into the increasingly suffocating atmosphere.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

his voice low, “I should make you cùm again. Rub that needy pússy of yours until you get tired of wanting more.” I moaned, grinning from ear to ear, “Please, do whatever you want. You owe my body, my pússy,” I said, palm slapping my pússy as I spread my legs wide open, “Fúck me, Axon.” We were careful not to wake Sarah up with our moans. He pulled me over, as I knelt with both hands and knees to give him his favourite dodgy style. Sarah talks about their séx life a lot so I wanted to give him the best séx in his entire life.