Sex Story Short Novels & Stories

**Story 16: The Breeding Festival** **Chapter 2** The roar of the crowd was deafening. Serena lay on her back on the cold stone altar, legs still spread obscenely wide, her body glistening with sweat and the cum of five powerful men. Her pussy throbbed and leaked a steady river of thick seed down her ass crack onto the ancient stone. Her full breasts heaved with every ragged breath, nipples hard and sensitive from being pinched and sucked.

The stage is filled with half naked girls dancing around the polls just to satisfy men. Some had such glimmers on their face that could make men bow on their feet. It was a brothel. A woman and a man sat by the corner chatting and drinking. They seem to be serious with their talks. "So, here is the payment," the man the suitcase to the woman with a smirk on his dirty face. He has that kind of old and ugly face that made every women who sees him almost puke. This man also has a pot belly with a weird shape of himself.

He ripped her flimsy underwear and entered her in one powerful deep thrust, and he began pounding her core with wild abandon. His powerful thrust into her silky wall brought her to the edge of Nirvana; her body clenched as she reached her climax. His body shuddered as he emptied his seed inside her, then rolled on the other side, facing the wall, putting a safe distance between them. Sherry stared at his back, her eyes flashing with anger. "Was sex better with her?" she asked, misty-eyed. Axel quickly turned his head, and his eyes widened in confusion. "Huh? What the hell are you talking about?"

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She knelt beside him and wrap her fingers around his length. "Relax big boy...don't groan too hard yes?" She grin as she slowly stroked her fingers up and down his length. Bill clench his teeth as he groans. He's never felt this way during sex, this was different... it felt like though it weren't done by a random lady, done by someone...more powerful. He couldn't stop his self from groaning loud when she clamped her mouth on his length. He watched her as she whipped her head in and out, giggling and smirking up at him. Her tongue felt warm as it stroked his cock and his veins throbbed painfully. He felt guilty, having sex with a lady on the morning of his boss death. But he couldn't help him

What our story is, from what I myself have just said, I already have the answer, but I wanted to hear from his lips, to know what he thought our story was. "I'm the one asking you that question, Ethan!"--- I take my cup.--- "What our story is to you." "An erotic, almost sexual poem."--- He begins to answer.--- "It is short like a poem, where most of what it tells you is about that, sex. But not just any sex, one that you forget after a few minutes. One that is remarkable, with orgasms so powerful they take you to the moon with such. They are remarkable moments despite everything, despite the short time you have together. You will know that it will soon be over, but you will remember every mo

If she could just break through that last barrier to being whole… “A good man would teach you ‘sexy’.” Summer’s mouth twisted into a naughty grin as her eyes flashed fun. “Now, turn the radio on. ‘Speaking of Sex & Lust’ is about to start.” Rowena groaned. She had a love-hate relationship with ‘Dr. Lovejoy’ and his… radio show. There was something about that man’s voice that made her insides tingle and turn to goo. Listening to him talk about relationships and sex for hours every night drove her insane. Of course, Rowena supposed it was self-torture, considering she’d given up all hope of ever having sex again.

The older woman continued, “Twenty four years I spent with him, and the only time he ever touched my pussy was when he was trying to fuck me. I always knew when he wanted sex because he would climb under the covers, then pull his pajama bottoms off. Then he would climb over me and start humping away like a dog. I was just glad that his cock was so small because I was almost never wet when he started, and he always finished so quickly that I never got any satisfaction. He would tell me that sex was for procreation only, but the limp prick never did get me pregnant.” She laughed as her hands slowly stroked. She had both hands wrapped around it and the head was still sticking out. Struggling to

Wanted: sexual mavericks, exhibitionists and voyeurs. Win the prize of your dreams. Apply within. I woke up giddy with excitement, my heart beating rapidly. The warm light of the sun had crept between the cracks in the curtains and had gently nudged me from my slumber. Today was the day. Ii had felt like such a long wait and now that it was finally here it didn’t seem real. It had been two weeks since I had seen the small handwritten sign in the derelict looking shop window. Two weeks since I had entered the shop only to be surprised by its luxurious interior and grand size. Two weeks since me and my husband had discussed the prospect of entering and me being thrilled that he agreed. Fourtee

His cock was swelling painfully inside his pants. Selena turned her back to him, giving him a full view of her ass. The tiny thong she wore didn’t hide a thing. The thick, perfect curves made his mouth dry. He imagined holding her down, driving himself into her until she screamed his name. He groaned low in his throat. “That’s not necessary,” she murmured. “Selena....” “Besides,” she said, turning to face him, slow and deliberate, “maybe he’s right. Maybe I am a whore.”