Smilemakers Erotica Novels & Stories

"I'm not going to hurt you. But I think you are a woman who really needs a little release." "Dante" He smiled. "I like the way that sounds on your lips." Emma blushed. He came back to the table and gently pressed her shoulders back down onto the table. He bit open the package of lubricant and dabbed a little onto his pinky, smearing it against her bottom lip. "Cherry," he said. "One of my favorites."

I screwed the sex toy in. "Climb on." I held out a hand to Kiema. Her silvery eyes gleamed as she scrambled over. "But how - " her words dissolved into a moan as I hit the power button. Her eyes flitted shut as the machine began fucking our mate. "Fuck me," Kord said. "No," Kiema said with a smile. "It's fucking me. Does it go faster?" "What do you say?" I taunted her. Her cheeks went pink. "Will you make it fuck me harder, please, Mr. Smok?"

Her hands tightened around my head and she started moaning. I switched to the other nipple and did the same thing. Her legs were shaking but I decided not to have mercy on her ,this was what she wanted after all. I let my free hand slowly roam from her waist to her butt , giving her a really hard smack . "ahhhhh,Matt" she cried out . "You like that ?" I asked and proceeded to smack her again without waiting for an answer . "Yes " Clara cried out . I let my hands play around her thick thighs before finding the middle of her legs and slowly sliding up till I found her warmth.

⚠️Content Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of explicit sexual acts, including oral sex, anonymous encounters, public restroom settings, gloryhole scenes, multiple partners, and themes of sexual degradation, exhibitionism, and female submission. The content is intended for mature audiences aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is strongly advised. All characters depicted in sexual situations are consenting adults over the age of 18. This is a work of fiction and should not be interpreted as an endorsement of unsafe or non-consensual sexual behavior.

My asshole was gaping, while spit and tears covered my face. At one point they had me on all fours like a fuckin puppy 🐕. Marcus was destroying my pussy from behind while Victor fucked my throat. Jax was filming it on his phone. “Smile for the camera, Mrs. Cross,” Jax laughed. “Damien needs to see what a nasty anal whore his wife really is.” I came so hard my legs gave out. Like I literally couldn't feel them no more, but even then they didn’t stop--they just kept using my body ruthlessly.

"So, did you ever think you'd be offered a job because your dick is bigger than the last guy?" Russ chuckled. "I never thought about it." "That's not the only reason. You're also, according to Lan, handsome, well built, and have a reputation of being a nice guy. I do, essentially, what my mom and sister do. I give massages. By choice, I only do females. About half of them just want massages. The other half are the regulars. They want the special services we offer. For women, it's fingering to orgasm, eating them, and rarely vaginal sex. For vaginal I always wear a condom. Safer for me and for them. For oral, I use a dental dam about half the time. Do you know what that is?"

She glared at me with such hate that it gave me a weird sense of satisfaction. Xavier pulled out his cock from my mouth, with a smirk on his face as strings of spit connected his member to my lips. I stood up seductively, eyes locked onto Angels, bit my lips and spoke with a sultry voice. “Wreck me, Xavier. Fuck me till I’m dripping and ruined…” Caressing my nipple with my left hand, I slowly opened my skirt till it pooled beneath my legs. “…Stretch my tight cunt wide open. Pound me deeply till I’m shaking and leaking all over.” My words had the desired effect as Angel let out a broken whimper, hands going in-between her legs.

“Still full of my cum from last night.” Someone in the crowd groaned. I whimpered, pushing back onto his fingers. He added a third, stretching me, then replaced them with the thick head of a glass dildo he’d brought. It slid in easily, cold and heavy. He fucked me with it in long, deep strokes while his thumb circled my clit. Pleasure built fast under the watchful eyes. My moans grew louder, unrestrained. Damien leaned down, his breath hot on my ear. “They’re jealous. They see how perfectly you submit. How beautifully you break for me.”

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

Her walls milked his cock, drawing out every pulse. She stayed on him for a moment, letting him feel her warmth. His cock twitched inside her as the last drops leaked out. Her pussy felt slick and full. Siren lifted herself slowly. His cum dripped from her pussy down her thigh in warm trails. She smiled at the crowd through the glass, proud of the show.