Shemale Story Novels & Stories

He thought there was something bad happening on her daughter until he heard Shaine moaning Raphael’s name… screaming that she wanted to be fucked hard by Raphael. That night, Shaine was so horny that she tried to call Raphael many times. Unfortunately, he didn’t answer any of her calls so she ended up having video call sex with her dad’s other friends—Alex, Marhenry, Noel, and Charles. She had three orgasm that night but still felt unsatisfied, she thinks that only Raphael’s cock would ease her lust. Shaine waited in their house for almost five days, when Friday came, she couldn’t afford to wait for another anymore so she rode a taxi and went to Raphael’s home.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

A slut who fucked her friend's son on her husband’s bed. She scrambled out of bed, her legs unsteady, and fled to the bathroom. She locked the door, a flimsy, useless gesture, and turned on the shower, cranking the water as hot as she could stand it. She stepped under the spray, desperate to wash him away, to wash the shame from her skin. She scrubbed her body until it was red and raw, but it was no use. She could still feel him. The ghost of his hands on her hips, the phantom stretch of his cock inside her, the memory of his filthy words echoing in her ears. You’re my little whore now, tía.

he took my hand which I hadn’t extended and kissed it, licking a bit. Ugh, that was gross. I nodded coming closer to Vadas. I secretly whipped my hand against his pants, and he smiled pressing me closer. They exchanged usual formalities with not so much enthusiasm. His female, I instantly forgot her name, was almost naked in her blood-red, tight dress. It hardly covered her butt. And she desperately tried to gain Vadas's attention to her breasts. She was beautiful, however, he doesn’t seem even slightly interested. That made me smirk for some reason.

He was shocked by my story, and also laughed because of what I did. "If only you could see their faces." I said laughing. I always laugh whenever I remember what I did before. I have told this story to Gina and she also cracked at what I did. "Slap is used, so I improvised another scene." I said. "What happened next?" He asked. "The chili paste was all over their body, specially on their private part. I targeted their private body parts." I said. He laughed and shook his head.

I rolled over and grabbed my journal from the floor. I told myself I was going to write about what happened today. About how Lane saw through me. About how it made me feel exposed, vulnerable, disgusting. But that’s not what came out. Instead, I wrote a story. A scene. A fantasy. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until I was already halfway through describing how he stood up from his chair in his office , walked right straight to me, and pinned me to the wall. His mouth found mine like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands undressed me with a quiet kind of urgency, as he plunges his dick into my pussy.

Seeing she was interested, Antonio told her some of the intimate things the woman in submission could be forced to do. Then he said wistfully. "All the husbands claim there's no arousal like the one you get from watching your own wife in an erotic feminine confrontation with another woman." Smiling hopefully, he said. "It's very secretive, intimate and private. No outsiders are ever allowed. It's just what it's meant to be—a little intimate secret erotic club. "Honey... ," Molly said, smiling up into his handsome face. "I have a little secret to confide to you also," She giggled, "it's kind of embarrassing."

But no one knows about the other side of me. At night, when the house is quiet, I hide under my covers with my phone and read the kind of stories that would make my mother faint. Dark. Filthy. Full of dominant men who take what they want. Girls who beg for it. Degradation that makes my thighs press together and my heart race. I touch myself to those stories, whispering things I would never say out loud, and then feel crushing guilt the next morning. I’m supposed to be pure. Innocent. The perfect daughter.

It started to do weird things to my system. We walked past the Jogging Grandma, who had just returned from her daily run. "Is that your girlfriend?" she whispered to me because apparently everyone in the building knew about three lesbians from Russia living in Apartment 2B having a girlfriend, except they didn't know which one. Trust me, I didn't know which one either. "No, she's everyone else's girlfriend," I whispered back. "She only drops by every now and then to let me do her work." We found Celie bending over on the counter. Why was she leaning like that?