Romans & histoires Sex Slave Porn Fiction

Girls that had sexual sex, much more enjoyable than my awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the moment. The story that stood out for me was based around a girl who went camping with her husband. They bunch made a couple of friends and one thing led to another with five guys fucking her, filling her with cum. The following experience came in the shape of a p**n movie among my immature man friends who’d put on during a party. In the lady's bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it dropped into the class of fake. Certainly not a turn on like the aforementioned narrative, but seeing her take on four giant cocks somehow made the dream a little more genuine.

“Threw me out.” His jaw tightened. I kept talking. “I lived with a friend for a few months. Then with her brother. Slept in his bed for a while. Then another guy. Then another.” He nodded once. “That’s when it started.” “Yeah,” I said. “That’s when I realized sex could get me anything. A bed. A ride. A hug. Something that felt like love.” “And you’ve been chasing that same hit ever since.” I nodded. “And no one’s ever told you it wasn’t your fault?”

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

A PAWN WITH SOFT SKIN Marco POV "Master, I want you deep inside me," She said, moaning in a way pleasant to only her. I pulled out my hard cock and thrusted inside her just as I wanted. Her legs were trembling. Her mouth open in a whimper I didn’t care to hear. My grip on her hips tightened. The sound of our skin slapping skin filled the room. Rhythm brutal. My jaw clenched, eyes locked on the headboard, not her. I could tell the whole building could here her voice but I didn't care.

⚠️ Trigger Warning : This chapter contains explicit sexual content involving power play, dominant/submissive dynamics, and a threesome scenario. All acts depicted are fully consensual between adults, though they may include verbal degradation, intense language, and elements of coercive fantasy. Reader discretion is strongly advised. •••••••••••• Summary: A horny white housewife fantasizes about being with a black man. When she finally takes the plunge, one isn’t enough. She finds herself addicted to the thrill, fucking several black men and loving every second of it.

She was drenched, embarrassingly so, the kind of wet that made obscene sounds when she spread her folds and slid two fingers inside, then three, stretching herself the way she had earlier, imagining it was him, imagining that thick, hard length she had felt pressing against her pushing in slow and relentless, splitting her open, filling the ache that had become her constant companion. She rolled onto her back, knees falling wide, hips lifting off the bed as she fucked herself deeper, palm grinding against her clit with every thrust of her fingers. Her other hand kneaded her breast roughly, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her cry out into the pillow. She pictured his tattooed forearms

Hot and thick come flooded my pussy marking me from the inside. He kept thrusting through it, slow and deliberate, like he wanted every drop to stay where it belonged. I loved it. The way he fucked me senseless, like he’d been starving for me as long as I’d fantasized about him. We stayed locked together for some moments, breathing ragged with the smell of sex and old books hanging in the air. My body felt deliciously used and sore in the best way. Dr. Marcus finally pulled out, cum leaking from my inner thighs.

She let out a loud giggle before once more sliding out of him and looking at his still very hard cock. "Are you sure you're not on anything?" "What do you mean?" "A little blue pill perhaps?" He laughed out a loud laugh before shaking his head in disapproval. “No” “I just have a really high sexual drive and my fantasies are more on the wild side” he said, looking at me as if fearing my judgment. “What do you need from me” I asked “Are you sure, you will be up to my depraved taste?” “Yes, bring it on” I said with a smirk.

I pressed my clit hard against the firm fabric and rode it frantically, rocking my hips in fast, dirty circles while three fingers stayed buried deep in my pussy. All I could see was him. Sinclair in that bathroom stall, fist pumping his thick white cock. Sinclair watching the live feed — watching me choke on cock, watching me squirt, watching me take load after load like a desperate slut. “Oh God… yes…” I moaned loudly. “Watch me… watch your little sexy secretary get fucked…” The orgasm hit me sharply.