Sexual Fantasies Stories Novels & Stories

"It seems this little slut enjoys the pain, don't you?" I whimpered, trying to pull away from Carlos as Carl knelt and sank two fingers into my cunt. Despite my mind screaming for me to escape, all I could register in that moment was how good it felt to have his fingers inside me. I'd imagined him fucking me with Carlos a lot of times. The twins were definitely an eye catcher on campus, but they were my best friends and anything sexual would have been weird. I never imagined I'd fulfill my fantasy here in front of all these people.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

He palmed one roughly, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers until I cried out into his mouth. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, sucking hard at the sensitive skin just below my ear, no doubt leaving dark hickeys that would mark me as his for days. “Tell me more,” he demanded, voice husky against my throat. “Tell me every dirty fantasy you’ve had about me. I want to hear how you moaned my name alone in your room while you fucked yourself with your fingers, pretending they were mine.”

They unbound me, lifting me to stand, and formed a circle, each man taking turns kissing me, fingering me, sucking me, their hands and mouths a relentless tide. Marcus produced a final toy, a clitoral stimulator—my fantasy bending—pressing it against my cock as they all touched me—fingers in my ass, mouth, and chest, tongues on my skin—driving me to a final, earth-shattering climax, my scream muffled by their kisses. We collapsed, entwined on the mat, the retreat silent but for our ragged breaths, the Sapphire Retreat’s rapture a sacred bond etched in our flesh, the night a testament to our shared ecstasy as the stars faded into dawn.

I almost laughed, but I bit it back, Instead, I leaned even closer, my lips nearly brushing the screen. "But Father, it's so hard. These fantasies... they get worse every time. I dream about him pinning me down, fucking me hard and wild, his dick slamming into my womb, like he can't control himself. I want him to grab my throat, to slap my ass while he pounds into me from behind. I wake up wet, my pussy throbbing, and I have to finger myself just to get through the day, but the thought of wanting him even while fingering myself is something I don't know how to explain"

Tyler leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide. “Good girl. Tell us one fantasy you’ve never told your husband. Something dirty that gets that married pussy wet when you’re alone.” I laughed a little, shifting on the couch, feeling the damp spot growing in my panties. My mind raced back to nights touching myself thinking about rough hands and filthy words. “Okay, truth. Sometimes I imagine getting fucked by more than one guy at once. Not gentle. Hard, pinning me down, taking turns until I’m shaking and dripping everywhere. Jake would freak if he knew I thought about shit like that.”

I was dripping, actual strings of slick running down my inner thighs. “Fuck, look at you,” he growled, eyes devouring every inch. “That pretty pink cunt is soaked. Clit all swollen and peeking out like a desperate little slut.” He reached down and dragged two thick fingers through my folds, spreading my juices everywhere. “So fucking wet for your tutor’s cock. You’ve been fantasizing about this since the first spanking, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned, hips jerking forward as he circled my clit slow and teasing. “Every night. I touch myself thinking about you spanking my ass red then fucking me stupid. I cum whispering your name like a pathetic little whore.”

Without a word, they moved into position, the air was thick with anticipation, and the musky scent of our mixed arousal. My tight unfucked ass was about to be claimed. I shivered, pushing myself onto my hands and knees and presenting myself like the eager consort I was in this twisted fantasy world. How would I get back? I brushed the thought away immediately focusing on the fun about to happen; getting my three holes pulverised by their monstrous cocks at once! Lucien stepped up first, that veiny cock of his was thick and curved like a banana. He had been stroking it the whole time making pre-cum drip from the slit, and my mouth watered at the sight.

Elena’s voice was a soft, breathy whisper. "I want you to throw me against the wall," she whispered. "I want you to rip that red thong off my body. I want to feel your hands everywhere. I want you to lick my pussy until I’m screaming your name so loud the neighbors hear. And then, I want you to fuck me until I can't stand up. I want to be your toy, Dante." Dante’s breath hitched. He felt like his heart was going to explode. The erotica of her words was too much. He couldn't sit in his office anymore. He was a man of action, and his wife had just issued a challenge.

The panties stayed pressed to my face, her scent filling my lungs with every breath. In the fantasy, she leaned forward, palms braced on my chest, nails digging in just like before. Her tits bounced with every bounce, her nipples hard, begging to be pinched. She rode me harder, faster, pussy clenching around me like she wanted to keep me inside forever. “Fuck me deeper,” she gasped in my mind, her voice wrecked and needy. “Use me. Fill me up. Make me yours one last time.”