Smilemakers Erotica Novels & Stories

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

"This might feel a bit uncomfortable at first." I didn't want to care, but I was sure normal sized cocks didn't look like his. Would it even fit? "Will it hurt?" I asked. "Ordinarily, it would," he said plainly. "But I can make it so it doesn't." "How?" He rubbed the smooth head of his cock over my sopping wetness, and my legs spread wider, silent begging him to make me feel good. "Sweetheart, I'm an Incubus." He grinned. "I can make you feel so good, you won't even feel the pain."

“Oh my God…” She presses on, her eyes holding mine, her voice raw. “So I suggest you just do as they say. Honestly, it’s not like it will kill you.” Her next words slice me open. “It’s just pleasure, Anita.” I recoil, my lips trembling. She continues, her tone strangely matter-of-fact, almost rehearsed. “I mean, you’ve already been with him once. And… he is very good in that aspect. He knows how to give women pleasure, the kind they can’t forget. That’s why they keep coming back. I’ve… I’ve lived with it for two years now. So, no, it won’t kill you. It won’t hurt you. And he’s very clean—trust me. No diseases, nothing to worry about. And he’s generous. Very generous. If you satisfy him, he’l

"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.

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.”