Shemale Story Novels & Stories

She blushed and stared at all of us, her face turning a slight red. “C’mon, this is a safe space and you know we are your friends so you can definitely trust us with anything.” “Okay…” She coughed out and looked down, playing with her fingers probably out of shame or nervousness. “One time, after i watched an erotic movie, i was so turned on and i did not have a dildo. I really wanted something inside of me. I spread my legs as widely as i could and insterd two of my fingers inside. It felt really good because i got to control my thrusts.”

She pushed her hair behind her ears, her cheeks burning. "Oh, I see, he wants to have sex." She bit her lip and leaned forward, staring at Shamia. "You had sex with him, didn't you?" Shamia asked. "Yes, we had sex before last week. But it was bad really bad sex, I hated it. I never had an orgasm and we turned the lights off. It was sex to get pregnant." Shamia wrinkled her nose. "It's bad, it's really bad, I hate it." "Wait, did you say that before last week?" Shamia asked curiously.

With the door to talking about sex cracked open, she added, "I enjoy a good sexual fantasy as much as the next woman, I guess. Which genres of stories do you like most?" "Normally it would be the hot-wife stories," Cheryl answered, "But I was reading a really hot incest/taboo story there the other day where the characters happened to be named Darlene, James, and Shannon." She looked Darlene in her surprised eyes and with a suggestive grin she added, "It's hard for me to imagine that's just coincidence. Did you write that story? Is that your taboo fantasy I was reading?" Darlene was a bit taken aback by her friend's blunt question, but her tone and the look on her face were certainly not judg

Samantha 4months ago Don't cry Samantha,be strong. That bitch doesn't deserved your tears. The problems is I wasn't crying for that bitch did to me no. I was crying because of what I couldn't do to her that shameless hoe. My evil step sister was at it again..this time not just sleeping with my boss but with my one month boyfriend Noah. I was coming back from the mall were I but some grocery to prepare a special diner for Noah in his house. Then I walked into the house singing happily at the thought of cooking my signature fried rice and chicken for him .

Unfortunately, the captive woman was able to finish off her second visitor, so she was left unsatisfied. Shamira lost track of the next hour, but she was visited by everyone still in the house at least once. She had orgasmed two more times, swallowed multiple men's seed, and was dripping more down the inside of her thigh. Her face felt sticky from all the female expenditures that she had coaxed forth. She knew Renata wasn't there, and she thought Banshee and Reaper were both off on business, but that left Shane, Monique, Raul, Bjorne, Lillian, and Clara --

I saw the tips trickle in, I told myself it was just for money but when the first tip hit—it was fifty dollars from someone named Regular47. Then he typed—“show us how wet you’re getting, beautiful.” My breath hitched. I slipped the strap down my shoulders, then the other, letting the lace slip away until my breasts spilled free. I rolled my nipples between my fingers until they ached. The first night I came quietly with two fingers buried deep inside me while the camera caught only my mouth parted and my thighs trembling. I whispered things I’d never said out loud to Mark. “I need to be filled… I need my pussy to be stretched until I couldn't think.” The shame hit right after orgasm but the

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

Saliva from his mouth on my neck, trailing down. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." Uncontrollable shivers. Fingers slid deeper, parting walls. "Oh yeah... harder... add another!" Hollered whisper. He pumped three now, stretching sore pussy. "Dirty girl three fingers for brother's anytime hole. Love the pain? Beg for cock again." "Yes, fuck more!" Another small climax, body trembling. He chuckled, pulling fingers out, making me suck them clean tasting us mixed. "Good slut. Sleep now, dream of me using you."

Jasmine moaned as the cock slowly filled her while lowering herself onto it, "Yes, Mistress, I'm your slut teacher, your pet teacher, and your whore author." "I think this will be a good story, don't you think?" Dana asked, watching the beautiful woman's facial expressions as the cock filled her. "Fuck, yes," Jasmine moaned, the eight inch cock now completely in her cunt. "Fuck, yes, you will write the story; or fuck, yes, the cock is deep in your slut box?" Dana asked to clarify. "Both," Jasmine whimpered, as she began to slowly move up and down on the plastic cock, her eyes closed.

Rita sat pressed tightly against me, her breathing already faster. I started steering the conversation. “So boys,” I said, leaning forward so my tits nearly spilled out, “have you ever destroyed a proper Luna before?” The energy at the table changed instantly. Growls rose. They wanted more. I started telling them my sluttiest stories — how I loved being gangfucked, choked, knotted, and pumped full. Rita’s face flushed deep red, but she didn’t stop me. One rogue with silver eyes stared at her. “What about you, Luna? You smell like you haven’t been properly bred in a long time.”