Sex Story Audio Novels & Stories

Calix laughs. “You’re laughing now, but I hit play on my playlist, Grant was there. This is what he heard.” I find the song and hit play, I watch their expression at the woman talking about squirting, and their eyes widen. “My whole playlist is songs about sex, bondage, and fucking. Why?” They must know. “How about puddin, you go find D, he’s in the torture room.” Marc looks at me. “No, I don’t trust you right now, or him.” I don’t, something is going on.

He has millions of subscribers who tune in with each audio to hear him narrate a sexy story, accompanied by his groans and moans. I hit play on a threesome audio he has recently released and lie down, my eyes closed as I let his voice wash over me. Since it is only his voice, I usually have to picture a face to accompany him, and today, as I move my fingers to my coochie, starting to rub my clit with soft circles, I imagine Nikolay. His face, his hands, his body. I could map that man if given a chance, lap him up like he was my tool for getting off.

Tyler said and his sexy voice reverberated room, it was like an invitation to get hornier, but besides his voice, what he said made sense, he was asked to 'Fuck her to cum twice' and not finger. Scott's eyes widened, 'Damn!' he screamed inside his head, how could he forget, "It was left for you to correct me earlier but you didn't, it has long gone so it's invalid now" Tyler said, his words were like a sex drug entering everyone's ear, every word from his mouth sounded like a seducing groan of sex but they didn't fail to get what he was saying. As Tyler was clearing the misunderstanding, he was still ramming in and out of Claudia, the pretty has been fucked to her last strength and even with

“Eat me. God, your husband has no idea what a filthy slut his wife really is.” Norma moaned into her cunt, the shame only making her wetter. They fucked like that for hours, trying every position, using every toy Norma had brought — the wand buzzing against swollen clits, the strap-on filling them both, scissoring until their thighs were drenched and their voices hoarse. Every orgasm left them needing more, greedy for another, like the sex itself was a secret drug. When morning came, Norma’s phone buzzed with a text from her husband: Hope work isn’t too crazy. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

“Wish I could taste you right now baby. You sound so perfect right now, those pretty sounds. Don’t hold back. Let me hear you, all of you,” My fingers picked up, the sounds of my pussy getting wetter. I didn’t hold back my moans, letting them echo through the walls of bedroom. Xavier’s breathing came through the speakers, harsh and fast, the rushing water barely able to conceal the slick sound of his hand pumping his cock. The image imprinted in my mind. My mouth watered. I spread my legs further, using my free hand to touch my body in a feeble attempt at mimicking his rough touch.

Couldn't look away from that connecting door like it might burst open at any moment. "Yes—" Celeste's voice, high and breathy. "Right there—oh gods—" The unmistakable sound of bodies moving together. Skin against skin. The rhythmic creak of a bed. "Fuck—" Orion, his voice raw. Guttural. "Harder—" They weren't even trying to be quiet. The sounds intensified. Celeste moaning, practically screaming. Orion groaning, saying things Adrienne couldn't quite make out but could definitely imagine. The wet, obscene sounds of sex echoed through the wall—flesh slapping against flesh, desperate and primal and absolutely shameless.

That made me swallow hard. And then, before I could stop myself, I blurted it out. “Sometimes… during sex, I don't feel like myself.” His expression didn’t change at all. No surprise, no judgment. I continued, my voice trembling. “It’s like… I’m still there, but not really. I’m staring at the ceiling, feeling numb, just waiting for it to be over. It’s like I hit pause on myself, and my body just... goes through the motions. And afterward, I don’t feel real. I feel used, even if they were gentle.”

Felix. Before I could continue, the speaker screeched with feedback — then came moans. Loud. Filthy. Raw. My voice, hers— on repeat. Gasps. Murmurs. Laughter. I stood frozen. “Turn it off! Shut it down now!” I barked, but the damage was done. Everyone looked at me with so much disgust when the audio got louder of me having sex with a woman with different angles of moaning pouring out. People began murmuring to each other about how I was such a big disgrace, while others used their phones to record the horrific night that shattered me.

I saw the flash of the condom wrapped around his cock as it vanished back into her. ​Thwack. ​The sound of his hips slamming against hers was loud in the quiet room—a rhythmic, brutal sound. He didn't look like the Enzo who teased me. He looked like a sex god. ​"Enzo... God, Enzo," Sasha moaned, her voice a broken, breathless moan. She arched her back, her chest pressing against the desk, her eyes fluttering shut in a trance of pure pleasure.

A very clear pair of blue eyes. The accounts are done. I close my eyes and realise that he hasn't realised I've seen it because he doesn't run away, he just stands there and watches, while the Dominatrix on the video whips her slave and I touch my clitoris until I reach climax. Ahhhh. Ah. Ah!! And the orgasm fills me with all its warmth from inside, while with my screams I cover the sound of Alexander's voice from the other side of the wall, which by now being aware that he is on the other side of the wall, I can perfectly distinguish.