Novel & Cerita Sex With Strangers Stories

I didn't wait for Helen to come home before I made my way to bed ignoring every other thing. Helen came back later that night really late, I only slept off after opening the door for her. The next morning, we just about how our night went in the club, she gave me full story about the hot guy she met and had sex with in the restroom and I couldn't help but wonder how she freely goes around having sex with strangers

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He bucked his hips into my hand. "You like that?" he growled. "Like feeling how hard you make my cock?" "Yes," I said, squeezing him tighter. "I want it now." He yanked my dress up to my waist fast. My black lace panties were dark and wet. His fingers hooked the edge and slid under. He found my swollen clit and rubbed slow circles. "So wet," he said, voice thick. "Your pussy is dripping for a stranger. Begging for my cock already." I whimpered and my head fell back against the door with a thud. "Don't stop... please."

We had sex two more times before we finally fell asleep…once in the shower where he fucked me against the wall, and once slow and deep in the middle of the night when I woke up with his fingers inside me. By the time morning came, the sheets were messed up and the room smelled like sex. My legs felt weak. There were marks on my breasts and ass from his hands and mouth. Reid looked at me and smiled. “Checkout is still optional.” I smiled back, already feeling heat between my legs again.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Luna answered. Sam raised his eyebrows in confusion. But now he understood what Luna meant. "What about you? What kind of men have you dated?" Sam looked at Luna inquisitively. After shrugging her shoulders lightly, Luna looked up at the stars above the sky. It's very rare to find that many stars in the Jakarta sky lately. Very beautiful. "The men I date are totally random. I've dated nerds, gamers, basketball team captains, and even weird guys who really like being lazy! Completely random. Until now I still wonder what happened made me like them." Luna answered then took a deep breath.

She screamed when she had the chance to go near me. I acted shocked, then laughed. “Oh yes, I am. If you want to find further details, go ask your boyfriend how his hard cock satisfied this pussy of a whore. That might help you to pleasure him more so he wouldn’t need to look for a new pussy to fill in with his cock.” Then I walked away. Our forbidden sex continued for the rest of the trip. There were times when we’d do it in the bathroom, on the outside, in the darkest area of the island, and more.

Something much, much bigger. Willow felt the unmistakable sensation of a bulbous cock head pressing against her lower lips. She couldn’t tell if he was wearing a condom--she guessed he wasn’t--and she didn’t care. She didn’t care that she hadn’t been on birth control for months because Greg had begrudgingly agreed to try to have a baby with her. All she cared about right now was having this stranger’s cock inside her, consequences be damned. When he finally shoved it in, he wasn’t gentle about it. Despite how wet she was, and how ready she was, it hurt like hell when it stretched her out, and she pulled away from the cock in her mouth long enough to cry out in pain.

We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was two strangers on separate roads. From here on, his torment, his regret, his loneliness had nothing more to do with me. My road, my love, my gaze: everything lay ahead of me, as it always had.

I can’t fight him and he does have a big cock, so I open my legs and he put his cock inside me. I wrap my legs around him and say fuck me stranger. We both came a couple of times and now it’s daylight and he say I’m leaving but I may come back. Oh yes please do. I’ve had sex with everyone from the pool man to the delivery man. I just can’t help myself. My hubby says to me I’ve created a monster. I laugh and tell him your monster now come over here and fuck me. I’ve had sex with so many men, but hubby fucks me the best. I would never leave him for another man. I love being fucked by strangers.