Shemale Story Novels & Stories

Trigger warning: Stage Rape content. Please, if you're too sensitive to noncon-con, or it's not your fetish, I'd suggest you jump to the next story. This is brutally unapologetic. Much love from my end 💖 Theme: Rape fetish, magic, freeze and fuck, bestie fantasy, multiple orgasm, masturbation... AMAYA.

But please don't tell her Mom until Sheila broached the subject with her, since she hadn't yet figured out a good way to do it. One thing led to another, and soon all four of them were fondling themselves for their own and each other's pleasure, while they all shared stories about the many sexcapades each of them had taken part in. Then Sheila was double penetrated by sitting face up on Charlie's cock while he ass fucked her, and Essence fucked her pussy with a strap-on, with Hatsumi looking on. And then all four of them played with themselves... Hatsumi employing a big blue dildo... and they watched each other until they all came.

Nothing about it was fair any more. These past few years Jane had begun to accept the fact that she wasn't one of the Waleskis. And she had started writing a book called the Unfair Life of Jane, Plain, and Short. It wasn't a real book, just a list of experiences and even that made Jane wonder whether the universe had something in the particular against her. For example:

It drowned out the smell of the sex for a second, but I could still feel the sticky warmth of his cum sliding down the insides of my thighs, trickling toward my knees in thick, white streaks that stained the expensive rug. I stood up on shaky legs, my balance uneven. I gathered the tatters of my ruined robe, clutching the torn silk to my chest like a shield. I slipped out of the room, looking both ways down the hallway. I padded down the corridor barefoot, every step a reminder of the mess between my legs, the wetness of his release soaking into the hem of the white shirt as I hurried back to the safety of my own bed, feeling the weight of the secret I was now carrying between my thighs. I r

She decided that she was telling Matthew the whole story, every truth that has been hidden from him. After she's had enough and felt clean, she turned off the shower and wiped her body dry before putting on the royal-blue nightgown. She walked out of the bathroom. There was a tray containing two covered plates, a white Chinese jug, and a cup. Matthew must have ordered something while she took a bath, a small smile appeared on her face. Despite how angry and strange Matthew must be, he was still concerned for her well-being. But the earliest she told him the truth, the better they get on to their real lives. Besides, she won't be able to stomach the appetite to eat, knowing that he was probab

She felt the shudders begin, deep and undeniable, rippling through Anya’s entire frame. With a final, broken cry, Anya arched violently against Sandra’s mouth, her body convulsing in a powerful, all-consuming orgasm. Her legs clamped down, trapping Sandra for a moment in the sweet, hot aftermath, her fingers burying themselves in Sandra’s hair. Anya gasped for air, her body trembling, completely spent.

Selena’s moans grew louder, more broken, as unwanted orgasms tore through her. They passed her around like a shared bottle of whiskey. A French aristocrat made her suck him under the table while another man fucked her from behind. Two men took her at once: one in her pussy, and the other one forcing his way into her tight ass despite her sobbing protests. The burning stretch turned into a dark, overwhelming fullness that made her come so hard she nearly blacked out. Samson watched it all from his throne-like chair, slowly stroking his massive cock. When they’d used her thoroughly, leaving her dripping with cum from multiple men, he finally claimed her again.

She screamed, soaking his shaft with her juices. But Romero wasn’t done. He kept fucking her until he loaded his seeds deep into her. Then they both collapsed to the floor of the red room, sweating and panting.

“Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut right here on the rooftop. Anyone could walk around this corner and see me ruining your tight cunt.” Her dirty words sent a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs. I clenched hard around her fingers, my legs trembling. Lena removed her hand from my mouth and grabbed my throat instead, squeezing just enough to make my eyes roll back. “You like that, don’t you? Being my secret whore.” She leaned in and bit my bottom lip hard. “Say it.” “I… I like it,” I moaned. “I’m your secret whore.” “Good girl.” She dropped to her knees right there in the shadows, yanking my dress up to my waist. In one rough motion she ripped my panties down my legs and shoved the

She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.