Sexy Pirates Novels & Stories

But the only moves I wanted to see were from a bratty girl in my house in Italy as I fucked her. “The Americans say they’ll be here with the cocaine in five minutes,” Amber said, pulling away from me. That was something liked about Amber. She understood that casual sex was just that. “And Theo… you know where to find my girls.” She blew him a kiss before walking away. I returned my attention to my phone, though I could feel their eyes on me. “What?” “What have you been doing on your phone for the past hour?” Theo asked, wiggling his eyebrows in a way that pissed me off more than it should.

I looked like a total wreck and I did not care. Sienna pulled me into a deep kiss while two guys took turns fucking me. “You are doing so well, baby,” she praised between kisses. “Such a perfect little cumslut for us.” I laughed breathlessly when they gave me a tiny break to drink water. “I came here for a yacht party… not to become the official fucktoy of the Mediterranean.” Cole chuckled and spanked my ass. “Best decision you ever made.” Damon pulled me back to him. He fucked me slow and deep now while everyone watched. “Tell them who you belong to tonight.”

Her mouth was open for my kiss by the time I reached her. I loved the taste of pussy and cum in tandem – the polarities of pure sex, in the beautiful twist of tongues. This particular set of polarities was perfection in human form. We laid together on the chesterfield awhile in the aftermath of orgasm, with me at her back, my arms holding her tight. I breathed in the scent of her coconut hair as we calmed together, and it was a peace I hadn’t known in months. I, Julian Lockley, am a sex addict, who likes the degradation of barely legal girls.

The house is still, but everything feels unsafe. I stand on the deck, moonlight bouncing off the water like shards of glass. Aria joins me, wrapped in my robe over her nightdress. She’s pale, vulnerable. “Reyes shook my world,” she says softly. I wrap an arm around her. “We’ll handle it.” Rays of moon cross her face. “What are you hiding?” I swallow and look away. “Phoenix Requiem. It’s built from everyone’s sins, including mine.” She stiffens. “Are you one of them?”

“Your royal little fuckholes were made to be stretched and owned by big black dick. We’re gonna ruin you so good no other man will ever satisfy that greedy cunt again.” They fucked her relentlessly against the window, the city lights twinkling far below as they used her body. Sophia came again and again, her screams muffled around Marcus’s cock as waves of mind-shattering pleasure crashed through her. They carried her to the leather couch, bending her over the armrest. Darius took her ass this time while Leon claimed her pussy, stretching her in new, devastating ways. Marcus fucked her face, making her gag and drool. “Beg for it, slut,” Darius demanded, slamming into her ass. “Tell us whose

“I need it. I need your cocks so bad.” They didn’t move. Instead, they formed a loose circle around me, slowly stroking their thick, hard cocks. Marcus’s was the one I knew best — long and heavy. Victor’s was slightly long and brutal. Jake and Tyler were both thick, veined monsters. All four of them were leaking precum, but none of them touched me. “Beg better, Sophia,” Uncle Victor said coldly, stepping just out of reach when I crawled toward him. “Show us how much of a desperate little nympho you really are.”

“My girlfriend is right down the hall and you’re dripping all over my fingers. You want to get us caught.” Sandra arched into him, hands sliding up his chest. “And you loved every second. Admit it… you want to fuck your stepmom while your girlfriend waits for you.” William’s breath hitched. His hand slid between her thighs again, two fingers pushing back inside her easily. “You’re soaked because of me. Not him. Not anyone else.” Sandra moaned softly, hips rolling to ride his fingers. “Take what’s yours, do what your Father cannot. Bend me over your bed and fuck me properly.”

"So...how did it go?" "Bad," Paige replied. "I knew that director b@stard would do something stupid," "And he did. He is really a b@stard." "So, what are you gonna do now?" "I was thinking of trying again with the diva's restaurant," "Good girl!" Shelby exclaimed. "Now you have come to your right senses. You just picked the right thing." "Not all people can be rich. Well, mind me, we are both middle class girls, we are not like that rich asshole, Sasha, who would give up her enlarged p*ssy for some dollars,"

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.

Shaking my head, I turned a corner and saw Marcus chatting it up with a girl from our class, Stacy Porsey, I think, while taking a sip of some spiked-up juice from a red plastic cup. I weaved my way around people dancing like monkeys, dodging a couple of drunk girls as they tried to grab my shirt and I stood next to Marcus. "Hey, you summoned?" He turned and grinned at me. "Hey man!" He shouted over the booming bass. "Glad you could come! This is Stacy!" He gestured to the girl, who gave me a flirty smile and a wink. I dipped my head in acknowledgment and gave a tight, closed-mouthed smile.