Sex Story Short Novels & Stories

Whenever he had finished left the hickeys on the upper body, Xavier began to let his erected manhood be inside his mistress' pussy. With the lust covering his mind and heart, he didn't care if what he was doing might cause troubles afterwards. All he thought about currently was how he could get rid off the members inside her. "Uhmm, yeahh. F*ck me dee-perhh!" Selena moaned as she felt the huge shaft was thrusted inside her. She even rubbed Xavier's abs seductively. Following what his mistress had told, Xavier pushed his shaft deeper. Then, his thrust became faster while he felt her pussy squeezed his tip tighter than before. "Uh, so tightt.." He groaned right at her left ear.

Her pussy clamped down on him, milking him for every last drop, a silent scream tearing from her throat as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her trembling and utterly spent. They collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, his heavy weight pinning her down. His heart hammered against her back, a frantic drum that mirrored her own. The room was silent now, save for their ragged breaths and the faint scent of sex and sweat that hung in the air. He was still inside her, a warm, heavy presence. He pressed a soft, surprisingly tender kiss to her shoulder.

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Chapter 3 Mia’s POV My heart was hammering so loud that I could literally hear it in my ears as I crawled onto the ritual mattress. The dark sheet was already damp in places, sticky with Lena’s juices and the men’s sweat. The whole room reeked of raw sex; thick and sweet musk that made my pussy clench before anyone even touched me. Lena’s stepdad cupped my jaw firmly but not cruelly, tilting my face up. His thick cock brushed my lips, hot and heavy, already slick from Lena’s juices.

Every inch of her felt alive, the heat radiating off her skin in the cool air of the room. Her legs were still trembling from the force of it, but she didn't want to stop. She leaned back against Jax's sweaty chest, feeling his heart thumping against her spine. Marcus wiped his mouth and looked at her with pure hunger, while Leo, who was still waiting for his full turn, moved between her legs. The pussy was still throbbing, open and wet, begging for more. Leo didn't hesitate. He guided his own hard length into her, stretching her all over again. Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire.

"Beg for it," he growled, leaning down so his breath ghosted over my ear. "Tell me what a naughty student you are for wanting your professor to wreck this kitty." "Please, Professor... take me. I need you inside me so bad." *********** One touch is never enough. In the glittering world of forbidden nights and dangerous temptations, desire ignites without warning... and burns everything in its path. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her sinful thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of sin with no names and no limits. These scorching standalone stories plunge you into raw, insatiable passion. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a

**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?"