Sexfighting Stories Novels & Stories

I stepped off the boat to the wooden dock, and the warm night air hit me like a slap. My heart was pounding hard already, and my pussy was getting wet just from the smell of the ocean mixed with that thick, musky scent of sex that hung in the air. This was The Cock Fest. No names, no talking about feelings, and no tomorrow. It was just pure fucking for a whole week. I had dreamed about this for months, fingering myself every night, thinking about big cocks stretching me open until I couldn’t walk straight. Now it was real.

My pussy clamped down, juices dripping messily down my thighs, making the slap of skin even filthier. Zeke grunted, teeth scraping my breast. “I’m ruining this sweet little pussy till it can’t take anyone else.” Zade slammed into me harder, forcing me against his brother’s chest. “And I’ll wreck her ass till she can’t walk.” His thrusts grew sharper, brutal, my body bouncing helplessly between the both of them as they chased the rhythm. My screams tore out, louder than before, mixing with their groans and the obscene sound of wet skin colliding.

Before he could finish shouting, he was already pushed to the ground by the enraged Fia. The two little fellows were wrestling. Felix rushed over and saw this scene. Fia and Kenny were equally matched. When she saw Felix at the door, it was as if she saw her savior. "Felix, hurry up and help me beat him up!" Felix frowned. "Why are you guys fighting again?" Fia said as she fought, "This kid said I'm lying!" "You don't have a new mother at all! You're lying!" This time, Fia didn't need to ask for help anymore. The usually calm and aloof Young Master Felix rolled up his sleeves and joined the battle. . .

Only someone mentally deranged would gain pleasure from hurting others. I was trembling as I pleaded with him using my eyes. He spread my legs with his knees and adjusted himself. So this was it for me. I closed my eyes, not wanting to feel or see anything. I waited for him to thrust into me, but it didn't happen. The next moment, I heard a bang. My door flew open, and the next second, Felix was off me and sprawled on the floor with someone on top of him, landing punches on his face.

His friend, eyes red and angry, moved his hand to slap me but I ducked, allowing him to hit his hand on the hard wall. I was in my underwear in the women’s bathroom, fighting two horny men. Could my day get any worse? I made a beeline for the door but was grabbed by my ankle. I lost my foot and fell face-first on the floor. I tried to kick away but it was no use, my legs were trapped and he was on top of me, pinning my hands to the ground. “You are a sexy little fighter, aren’t you?” one of the men growled. “I like fiery women.”

She reached down to the garter belt, slid a gloved finger into Fabienne’s groin and pushed the lace triangle covering her sex aside. Taking hold of Fabienne’s pubis she tugged at the dark fleece, claiming the tight little plum with a force that bordered on cruelty. Fabienne whimpered and almost cried out. Ah, how she loved this game, this sexual sparring, this exchange of energies. It was something she had neverbefore found with a woman. And with many men, the dominance was too crude, too pure.

she asked, with no loopholes for me to refuse. I murmured softly, thinking about some of my worst moments to report. I had gone through every absurd thing, even living on the streets for a few days, that it was difficult to find something less indigestible and sensible to tell a woman that I had more than a friendly interest. "Once upon a time I got into an illegal fighting championship," I counted on a giggle, lowering my eyes to my lap. The usual uniform seemed to be almost unfazed under that strong light of the office, so thin it appeared to be. There was the reason for my cold nights. "It's nothing like movies, you know? Brazil does not tend to focus exclusively on martial arts fights, s

“You heard the whore. Let’s really corrupt this cumdump.” They flipped her onto her stomach and hauled her ass up. Damien and Jax forced her legs wider. Damien shoved three fingers into her already sloppy cunt, then four, then his entire fist—twisting deep until his wrist disappeared inside her stretched hole. Rebecca screamed, the brutal fisting making her belly bulge obscenely as he punched her cervix.

“Fuck, you taste better than I remember.” I let out a loud moan, reaching down to play with my pussy. Anthony nodded, picking up pace. “Touch yourself, yes. Be a naughty girl for me. Ohhh fuck,” he shuddered. “You're going to be the death of me. God.” His head fell back, groans echoing out of his lips with every thrust. I tried to watch him, but it was hard to keep my eyes open with the amount of pleasure coursing through me. My body betrayed me once again. The orgasm this time was more violent. I couldn't hold back the scream or his name that sounded like some sort of prayer.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.