Sexty Stories Novelas e Histórias

They dragged me to the couch, the host barking, “Time for the main event! Selena's gonna unwrap her own gifts.” My stomach twisted, but the wad of cash in my purse…already a couple hundred from tips made me stay. I let them pull me down, straddling the bearded guy's lap first. His hands were rough, yanking the dress up to expose my bare pussy to the room. “Fuck, no panties? You're a naughty elf.” Laughter rippled, but his fingers dove in, two thick fingers plunging into my wetness without warning. I gasped, rocking against him as he pumped, the slick sounds mixing with the crackle of the fireplace. The others came closer, cocks out now, stroking themselves to the show.

“Personal… Naughty…. Things….” Shit. My eyes widen. I want to protest, but the look of triumphant in her eyes warns me to stop lying to her. But how does she know? My stomach sinks, and my mouth suddenly goes dry. She leans a little closer to me and whispers, “Some were even close to being sexting.” SHIT!! SHE KNOWS!!! I open and close my mouth, but nothing comes out. What do I even say? I want to deny it, but she knows I’m lying.

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

I kept my eyes trained on that bulge as I brought my fingers back to my slit and began rubbing softly. “I’m sure there’s… something I could do to get out of trouble, Daddy,” I murmured. The words felt foreign on my tongue, but also intoxicating. I was good at sexting, so why not dirty talk? It was the same principle, after all. My stepfather grunted quietly. He couldn’t look away from my show, not even if he’d wanted to—which he obviously didn’t, given how his dick lurched the second I started playing with myself. I smirked a little. So, the perfect guy has a dark side, after all…

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.

"Gonna make you cum on my dick." Tyler’s mind blanked. Rivalry, anger, everything faded except the raw feeling of being claimed. Sweat dripped down his chest. His balls tightened. "I’m close," he gasped. "Cum for me," Jax growled, thrusting harder. Tyler shattered. His cock pulsed, shooting thick ropes across the bench. His hole clenched tight around Jax. Jax groaned, burying himself deep. "Fuck, Tyler!" He came hard, flooding Tyler’s insides with hot cum. The sensation made Tyler shudder with aftershocks.

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

Sophie pov Frank soon realised where my eyes rested, he quickly guided his dick back to his pants. "Don't..." I said before I could stop myself He gave me a look. "I mean, you'll get precum in your trousers. Whatever...". I murmured, turning away. "I'm frustrated,you know?. I haven't landed a large contract in years, even though I work so hard. I know I can't be a proper dad, or even have a house of my own..." Frank trailed when I noticed the bottle of alcohol beside him.

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

“Do it. Take her cherry. I want to see her bleed on your cock. I want to watch my pure little wife get ruined.” Tyler moved between my thighs first. He started rubbing the fat, leaking head of his cock up and down my slit, coating himself in my virgin cream, bumping my swollen clit over and over until my hips jerked and I was shaking uncontrollably. “You ready, slut? This is gonna hurt at first. But then you’re gonna love it. You’re gonna crave it.”