Romans & histoires Smut Sex Stories

“Faster… please.” “Say my name first.” “Damon,” I moaned. “Louder.” “Damon!” I cried as he rubbed me faster. The pressure was building fast. I was so close already. He suddenly slipped his hand inside my shorts, under my soaked panties, and touched me skin to skin. “Oh my God—” I gasped. “So fucking wet,” he groaned, sliding two fingers up and down my slit. “This is what friends don’t do, baby. But I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

Julia demands, grinding down hard. I shake my head, teeth clenched tight. I shudder violently. My cock erupts, pumping thick, hot spurts of pent-up semen deep into her womb. When I groan loudly in release, Harper giggles with delight. "That's better, Griffin... make sure you lick Mistress Julia clean afterwards, okay? You can do more tomorrow if she wants that cock again." Julia gasps above me, trembling. Maybe this was her first time in a while. I had never known her to date much before.

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Liam slammed deep one last time and came with a guttural roar, pulse after pulse of thick, hot cum flooding Nina’s pussy until it overflowed, running down her thighs in sticky rivulets. He stayed buried inside her, grinding, making sure every drop stayed deep. Then he pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from her gaping, ruined hole. He scooped some onto his fingers and shoved them into Nina’s mouth. “Suck,” he ordered. She did. Eyes glazed, tears and mascara streaking her cheeks, tongue swirling around his fingers like it was his cock. Rita crawled forward, licked a stripe up Nina’s inner thigh, gathering the leaking cum, then kissed Nina slow, filthy, feeding it to her.

Lucan fucked me through it, never slowing, drawing out my orgasm until I was sobbing with overstimulation. Only then did his rhythm falter. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding my spasming cunt with hot, thick pulses of his seed. We collapsed together, panting, sweat-slicked, and trembling. For long moments, the only sound was our ragged breathing and the crackle of the fire. Lucan pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to my temple, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Best decision I ever made.”

The shame hit right after orgasm but the money in my account overshadowed any guilt I felt at that moment. I streamed three more times that week. Each one grew and by the fourth night, I had low lights and my favorite toy slick with lube on the nightstand and Regular47 was there every time, tipping bigger and typing what I craved to hear. “Spread wider for me, Velvet. Let me see that pretty cunt drip.” And I obeyed, knees falling onto the sheets and the camera angled so they could watch my finger glide through my folds. I was soaked, and the wet sounds filled the quiet room. My clit throbbed under my thumb while I pushed two fingers inside curling them to my satisfaction.

“Tell me how lunch felt. With her sitting right there.” Shame twisted in my chest, sharp and sweet. “Humiliating,” I whispered. “I could barely speak. Every time you touched me I thought she’d notice.” “But you stayed wet the whole time.” It wasn’t a question. His fingers dipped lower, parting my folds and finding the evidence. He circled my clit slowly, teasing. “You came so close at the table, didn’t you? Clenching around nothing while Victoria talked about her perfect day.” I nodded, breath hitching as he slid one thick finger inside me.

She wanted to feel April's pussy lips against hers. "Sure, which position do you want to try out?" April asked. She had really enjoyed the feeling of Josephine's fingers and lips on her pussy so she wanted to keep going. "It is the scissors sex position. Is it ok with you if our pussies touch? Because the position allows me to rub my pussy lips against yours. I promise you that you will love it." Josephine said hesitantly, thinking that April would say no. "Yes, Josephine, I am totally okay with it. I want you to touch me, fuck me, rub your pussy against mine. I fucking want more. Please touch me, Josephine." April said. Josephine could see April's need and desire in her eyes.

She sat on her towel; the groin of her bathing suit was soaked with cum as it moved from her. Sure that her new steam room accomplice would have the option to smell the fragrance of Dante's seed, she folded the towel over her midriff and rushed to the evolving room. Semen actually streamed from her swollen lips as she showered; she was jumpy that individuals would have the option to see it; to tell that she had been definitely screwed inside the dividers of the club; however, no one took note. She dried, dressed, and drove home. She tossed her bathing suit and workout clothes into the clothes washer, peeling off the underwear she wore, presently clammy with Dante's semen. She breathed in his