Sexy Hairy Man Novels & Stories

I groan with pleasure as Mason gags and tries to pull back away from my cock. "Keep sucking," I order as the slave on screen gets gang raped by the men beating his body. Mason goes all the way down my dick as he gags loudly and makes pleasure shoot through me. It's so warm and wet in his mouth. I hold his head down by his hair and throw my head back as the tip of my dick fills his throat.

He’s all stoic and sexy. “What sort of man?” I ask again. He snorts and leans down. “A man without control,” he growls. “A beast.” And with that, his trousers drop, he bends me forward and grabs his cock, pushing the fat head into my slick, tight hole. “Oh fuckkk…” I shudder, my legs shaking as he impales my cunt from behind. I grab onto his arms, my body tingling hot as he forces half of his massive, hot meat inside me.

Strong hands pin my hips to the mattress, and when I finally blink awake, I nearly scream. There’s a man between my legs. A stupidly gorgeous man. Six-foot-something of sun-kissed muscle, black hair falling over storm-gray eyes, cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass, and a jaw that could make angels sin. And between those perfect thighs… holy mother of god, the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, thick and hard and curving up like it’s begging to ruin me. I scramble back on my elbows. “Who the hell are you?!” He lifts his head, lips shiny with me, and smiles slow and wicked.

Ducking in time Sage follow up with a sidekick to its head. “Bitch.” Growled the man as he peeled himself off the ground. Sage looked at the man trying to take in every detail she could. He was a little over six feet with brown hair and kind eyes but that all changed when he flashed them black. She watched as a wicked grin spread across his face. “Whoever you are, you need to let that man go.” “Oh, no. I can’t do that. He is just yummy. A school teacher always has some deep dark desires and boy is he dark.”

“Is this what you do during your spare time? Kidnap helpless defenseless woman? Does it make you feel more like a man drugging a woman into unconsciousness?” “Shut up!” he shouts at me, his face contorting into something ugly. He approaches me. His steps and movement menacing. Like a tiger that was about to pounce on its prey. “Or what?” “What the hell are you doing? Stop it” Emma whisper yells, her voice fearful. “Stop taunting him” I ignore her and smirk. Looking directly at the huge man “They should cut off your dick. Any man that drugs two women is nothing but a pussy and isn’t worthy of being called a man”

The strange man held the nipple tight, pressing hard. I yelled. I yelled at the top of my voice. “You're so damn sexy”. “Raise your legs a little and slide your fingers in”. He ordered. I raised my hand lazily doing as I was told, I was a heavy drinker, I was half asleep but Gheni knew I was being taken advantage of by a random man at the club but I fucking do not care, I was going to enjoy it while it lasted, and by morning, I would be gone before he had another look at my buttocks.

A fat man is openly fucking his collared boy on a couch. A woman in a latex catsuit is leading two naked girls on leashes making them crawl. Several men stare at you with open hunger. One particularly creepy older man with approaches your Owner while staring at you. “New toy?” he asks“Quad amputee? Very nice. I have my own here, but I wouldn’t mind borrowing yours later. Those stumps look perfect for gripping.” Your Owner smiles politely but keeps a possessive hand on your back. “She’s the star tonight. Before her farewell,everyone will get a turn.”

"What?" The man straightens their collar, neck tensing, his mouth making a disgusting expression before yawning, "You smell of... semen." "Hm?" Seth chuckles, humored by the man's odd comment. "I'm Seth, mind telling me your name before you start talking about semen?" The man's teeth clatter together, leaning forward, his eyes almost seeming to dig further into his skull, "You fuck women, yes? Only impure beasts... are like you..." "What are you talking about...?"

This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane.

He would surely make a mountain out of a molehill, and she wasn't ready to deal with his another of his tantrums. Furthermore, If she knew things would go sideways, she would never have agreed to go to the club with Harris in the first place. ... As they tiptoed in the dim hallway, the light suddenly went on revealing a tall exquisite man standing half naked with only his pants on, while his upper body was bare, showing his Scorpion tattoo and writings which only he knew the meaning. Also, he looked sinfully dapper, and one would think he was one of those male models or sexy male strippers in a club. He was extremely gorgeous.