Short Smut Stories Novels & Stories

she rubbed her hands together like a evil genius which scared the hell out of me. "What if this don't work" "Oh...trust me it will work...with you beautiful face and skin,no man will be able to resist you" "I think I should just find another work it won't be that hard and to avoid any complication. I won't endanger my heart. This isn't a story Angela this is real life. Tomorrow morning am going to tell that jerk that I quit even though it hurt." "Just think about it Sammy... You give that jerk a taste of his own medicine and in return you get a rich handsome billionaire in return."

He thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, making my orgasm build embarrassingly quick. Gavin thrusts a little faster, leaning over to whisper. "Do you like that babygirl?" I bite my lip and nod my head slowly. He smiles, and whispers. "Do you want to cum on my fingers babygirl? Let me taste you!" A soft moan escapes my lips and I close my eyes, nodding my head. He thrusts a little faster, pressing hard on my clit and my eyes fly open. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum, on the couch, watching a scary movie, with my brother's dad's fingers inside me. The worst part, I am loving everything he is making me feel right now.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

he crouched beside the couch and lifted her feet, grabbing a pair of scissors from the side table, he cut through the thick mummy bandages that her feet were held in, cursing Fred "Haven't you heard the story about the old man who was woken up from his deep sleep by his neighbour’s son, he was so angry that he cursed the poor kid to become a frog,” Samaira looked at him with a deadpan face as he stood up and discarded the bandages in the bin, then sanitised his hands and looked at her, had it been Shain or someone else who would’ve told her this so called ‘famous’ story which she had never heard before, she would have laughed, however, it was Siddharth Kapoor the ever royal, ever elusive and

He smiled stupidly at me as he held onto his stomach in pain. "Who did this to you?" I asked as I walked up to him. "Tell me who did this to you!" "I just tripped." He replied. "I'm not an idiot, Ivory!" "Nothing will happen even if I tell you!" He suddenly exclaimed as he wiped his eyes, and right after he did, the bangs that were covering his eyes were swept to the side, revealing his sharp yellow eyes that were filled with tears. "It's nothing, so please don't do anything. Please just forget about it."

Title: I Bred My Girlfriend’s Twink Brother Chapter 3: Sunday came too fast. Sarah would be back by evening, maybe around seven. That gave us only a few more hours alone. Liam knew it too. All morning he stayed close to me, touching my arm or leaning against me on the couch. His walk was still a little funny from everything I had done to him the day before. Every time he moved I could see the small wince, and it made my cock twitch with pride.

He slapped his cóck against her cheek, making her flinch. “Beg me for it,” he ordered. “Beg me to cúm all over you.” Emma’s voice broke, filthy words spilling out as she clutched her tits around his cóck again. “Please, Mr. Carter, cúm for me. Cover my tits, my face mark me. I want to wear your cúm all day. I want everyone in this office to smell it on me.” His groan was a raw, primal sound ripped from his chest. It was the sound of a predator claiming its prey. Emma’s words, her filthy, desperate begging, had pushed him over the edge.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3