Short Horny Stories Novels & Stories

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

"I'd suck on these pierced nipples while you ride me, looking full and pregnant. My son's wife, carrying his own sibling in her womb. Doesn't that turn you on, you dirty little slut?" "Yes, oh God, yes," I whimpered, my voice breaking into fragments. His fingers sped up again, curling deeper and hitting my G-spot. The breeding talk sent fresh shivers through my nervous system, feeling taboo and filthy. It made me drip even more liquid down his hand. I was grinding against him shamelessly now, my ass pressing into his crotch with each roll of my hips. I could feel his grunts of effort vibrating against my spine. "Daddy, I'm so close... Please just let me cum."

Grabbing one of her boobs, Emily grunted when she felt her orgasm was slowly disappearing before she could even get to it, and that wasn’t what she wanted. Frustrated, she reached for her phone and after searching for only a few seconds, she finally found a video that suited her taste amongst the multiple ‘hardcore rape’ videos. She returned to the table, and as the video played, as the woman struggled with the three men that were about to fuck her, their big cocks dangling in her face as one of them slapped her so that she would open her mouth and take the dick by force. While the woman had put up one hell of a fight, she was no match for three men stronger than her. One of them had her pin

The Italian rolled off his tongue so easily and the goosebumps spread across my arms and up the back of my neck so fast it startled me. The cold office suddenly felt several degrees too warm. "What does that mean?" I whispered before I could stop myself. "Why don't you come to my office right now and take my cock into that sweet little mouth of yours. Maybe then I'll tell you what it means." His voice rasped hotly. My breath hitched. Hot heat rushed between my legs immediately and crossing them tighter right now was not helping in the slightest. "Why don't you go pay a sex worker to come suck your cock day and night,

Rita watched, thighs rubbing together under the sheets, voice syrupy thick. “Pinch them harder, baby. She likes it rough. Don’t you, Nina? Tell him.” Nina could only sob, nodding as Liam twisted both nipples between his fingers, pulling until her breasts stretched into obscene cones. “Please...” she finally whimpered. “Please what?” Liam growled against her sternum, licking a hot stripe up between her tits. “Please stop? Or please don’t fucking stop?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He shoved her higher up the bed, climbed on after her, and straddled her waist, trapping her beneath six-foot-two of drunk, horny male. His cock was a steel bar against her belly through his jeans, leaking a wet sp

My nails raked down his back, my body betraying me as I rocked against him while he tore my shorts aside and his fingers slipped between my wet folds and pressed on my already sensitive nub. I gasped, rocking against his fingers slowly. “Already wet for me,” he rasped, clearly satisfied at that revelation. I hated that he was right. Hated that my body was already his, whether I wanted it or not. But I wasn’t stopping. Not this time. “Ronan,” I breathed, fingers tangling in his hair. “Fuck me.” He groaned like the words physically pained him, dragging his cock against my slick heat, teasing me and torturing me.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

The woman's holes gaped when he pulled back slightly, clenching visibly before he plunged in again, forcing another gush that soaked the furniture. Lara's gaze flickered over just in time to catch another scene unfolding a few feet away, two guys locked in a heated 69 on the floor, their muscular bodies tangled and slick with sweat. One was on top, his mouth engulfing the bottom guy's cock in deep, throat-bulging sucks, bobbing with enthusiastic slurps while his own shaft disappeared into the bottom guy's eager mouth. They deep-throated each other without mercy, gagging noises mixing with hums of pleasure, and balls resting on chins as they took every inch, but the real kicker was the girl s

My cock bobbed despite the cold air, my hips jabbing into the air unconsciously. He hugged my head tighter, his other hand pinching my nose together as he thrust hard and deep, my throat still dry heaving every once in a while before he pulled out, staggering in his steed. “Shit!” He gasped while my hand flew to my cock and rubbed profusely, eagerly… “I see you're horny, what do you want?” He asked in a low tone, holding his cock tight and shaking it. I stared at him, breathily heavily, my face coated in sweat and tears while my fingers stroked my hard length.