Sex Story's Novelas e Histórias

Sean “Okay, here’s how it’s gonna play out. This is the last time I’m asking you to sit on my lap. There won’t be a next time. However,” I raised my voice, patting the bulge between my thighs, which was becoming thicker and bigger by the second, “if, at some point, you end up coming to me asking for sex—and call me a psychic, but I have a feeling your pussy didn’t get the last word when it comes to my cock. I’m going to torture you with so many orgasms, you won’t be able to feel your cunt for a month. It will not be pretty.” I shook my head gravely, my eyes still holding hers. “Not pretty at all. I can let you talk to one of my victims. She survived to tell the tale, and now she can’t have a

He knew she wouldn’t be able to refuse him, not when she was leaking. It had been four months since Mara last had sex, four months of her husband leaving her to her device while he did whatever he wanted, without caring about his wife. Her lips parted, but nothing came out. The word ‘brother’ lodged in her throat, too heavy, too true to speak. They both knew they shouldn’t be doing this, but were too deep to stop. Matt smiled, dipping his head, knowing he had won the battle. He licked a broad, slow stripe from the underside of her breast up to the damp fabric of her bra, tasting the salt of her sweat, the sweet tang of milk that had seeped through.

"He's hitting the very back of me... his cock feels like a hot iron rod stretching me open! Vanderbilt... look at how wide I am for him! I'm swallowing all of him, and you can't do anything but sit there and watch! You want it, don't you? You want to feel how wet I am? But you'll never touch me! I'm his property! I'm his slut!" Huxley let out a muffled groan, his hand moving frantically now. He didn't even care that we could see. The room was thick with the scent of sex and the raw, animalistic power Soren was exerting. "I'm going to fucking cum," Soren announced, his voice a deep, vibrating roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the building. He grabbed my hips, his fingers diggi

“She’s still so wet. This breeding cunt just keeps getting wetter.” They worked together perfectly. Dominic tortured my nipples — sucking, biting, pulling them until I was shaking — while Sasha finger-fucked me and licked my clit. I came again hard, soaking Sasha’s face while I screamed. But they didn’t stop. Dominic pulled me up and made me straddle him reverse cowgirl. He slid back into my cum-filled pussy and started bouncing me on his cock. Sasha stood in front of me and grabbed my hair, pulling my face into her pussy.

“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...

The sex club smelled like sweat, cum, and leather. Sariah stood beside her husband, tight dress clinging to her thighs, panties already damp just from the moans echoing through the dim room. She wanted to feel something. Anything. Keon hadn’t touched her right in months. Their fucking had turned soft, forgettable—quick strokes, no filth, no hunger. She missed being wrecked. Screamed for. Fucked until her pussy gushed. A couple moaned near the back room, the woman tied to a beam, her tits bouncing while some stranger slammed into her soaked cunt from behind.

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.”

Max brought the woman onto his body, sitting her on his lap while he kissed her breasts again. I knew they were about to do it—really do it like two adults having sex, not like me and Jack, who still had to hold back because of the principles I held. And when it finally happened, I sped up the movements of my fingers, thrusting in and out of my pussy. “Ah…” Damn it. I quickly covered my mouth when I accidentally moaned in my hiding spot. My heart pounded violently when I realized how stupid I’d been. “Who’s there?”

He let out a low, animalistic roar, his body stiffening as he spilled himself deep inside me, his warm seed blooming against my cervix in heavy, rhythmic pulses. He kept me pinned there for a long time, his chest heaving, his face buried in my hair. We were both covered in sweat, the cool air of the library chilling the moisture on our skin. Slowly, the world stopped spinning. The silence of the manor returned, heavy and judging.