Sexy Women Stories Novels & Stories

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

“Since I was seventeen. Older women are my thing. Married ones especially. They’re always so pent up, so grateful when you give them what their husbands won’t. They come harder, beg louder, do things they’d never admit to in the daylight.” The words hung between them, heavy with implication, her pussy clenching so hard she had to shift in her seat, her thighs slippery now, her nipples aching for his mouth. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how his words painted pictures in her mind of him taking her the same way, and the smirk that followed told her he saw every flush, every squirm.

I'd never been turned on by another woman before, but this was different. "I miss your long, hard dick inside my pussy, Frank. You're the only guy who's fucked me till my legs shook, till I couldn't walk. My pussy is so hungry for your big, fat, long cock, Frank," she said, putting her fingers to her lips and coating them in saliva. She teased her pussy lips with them. "Oh, fuck," she closed her eyes in ecstasy. I could see Frank's cock stirring in his pants, and it was fucking huge!. Maybe that's why my mom married him, after all he doesn't even have a stable job!

"Fight for it, sluts. Winner gets my load first." They rolled, Vanessa on top pinning Valerie's arms, her pussy on her twin's thigh. "He's mine." Valerie bucked up, flipping her, tits bouncing wild. "No, mine." Fingers dipped into each other's holes, moans turning filthy. "Breed me more," Vanessa begged, pinching Valerie's nipple hard. Valerie slapped her ass. "His cum fits my womb better."

"Why not? It's outdoors enough, just you and I, isn't it exciting plus the risk involved. Fuck, she was right. Having sex outdoors was on my bucket list, best I give it a try, spicier knowing she's a stranger. I held her waist, supporting her as she straddled me right there in the seat, her huge ass pressing down on my lap, I could feel the heat generating through our clothes. “You know, you are one hell of a bad girl.” I murmured, licking the spot under her ear. She smiled, grinding me slowly, biting her lips partly. “You have no idea how bad I get sweetie. Tell me what you want. “

“Take this fat cock while your boyfriend is away. You love being a filthy little slut behind his back, don’t you?” “Yes,” I cried out, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I love it. Fuck me harder. Make me your dirty secret.” He pounded into me faster, the wet slapping sounds of our bodies filling the room. His hand reached down to rub my swollen clit. “That is my nasty girl. Scream for this dick. Tell me how much better it feels than your boyfriend’s pathetic cock.” “So much better,” I moaned loudly. “Bigger… thicker… deeper… oh god, I am going to come again already.”

To my filthy girlies… this isn’t a love story. It’s a confession. Every story in this book is about women who were ‘good girls’ until they met a man who didn’t want good. He wanted wrecked. If you like it slow, go read a romance book. If you like it raw, if you like the sound of a spank echoing off a bathroom tile, if you like a man who looks at you like he wants to eat you alive… Then stay. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.

But this… this was next level. “I need it,” Rebecca whispered, voice husky. “Threesomes aren’t enough anymore. I want to be ruined. Six men, Aiden. Six thick cocks destroying every single one of my filthy holes. I want them to stretch me until I can’t walk. I want my pussy, ass, and throat pumped full of cum until it leaks out of me for days.”

she whimpered, the word slipping out before she could stop it. Julian froze, a smirk playing on his lips. He loved hearing her break. He loved knowing that the most feared woman in the firm was reduced to a shaking mess beneath him. He stepped back just enough to free himself from his trousers, his cock thick and pulsing, straining against the air. He didn't use a condom; he didn't care about the risks, only the reward of claiming her completely in the middle of her own sanctuary.