Smut Sex Stories Novels & Stories

“Hi Claire we are glad you are ok” “Thanks… I missed you bestie” “How would you miss me when you have been in the master's arms?”she pouted. “Seriously? That?” “So tell me.Did you guys have sex?”she giggled. “Hell no.Geez let’s just talk about other things. How did you manage to get me out?” “I had help from Xìng ér,Samantha,Julie and Julia.We all came to beg for you” “Really? Thanks a lot for that”I hugged Xìng ér.

"I love it. Fuck me with those fingers harder, Jake. Make me cum in front of everyone so the boss can see what a messy little whore I am." Jake groaned and pumped faster, his thumb rubbing her swollen clit. "That’s my dirty girl. Cum on my fingers like a cheap whore." Susan’s legs shook as she came hard, moaning loud enough for nearby colleagues to hear. Her juices ran down his wrist while the party lights flashed around them.

After a while, Dad started shaking and hugged Samantha tightly. "Oh god! Samantha!" My father groaned loudly. Samantha also moaned as their lips meet. Dad definitely came inside her. After a while, Dad slowly stepped forward and then left behind her. I saw a lot of semen dripping from the Samantha's wet pussy. "Come here." Dad called and pulled Samantha. I ignored them and looked at my penis, which was dripping with semen. I panted heavily, closed the door, and then quickly left.

The feel of my skirt shifting up, followed by Simon's fingers slipping lower, finding my wetness underneath my panties. "Fuck, you're soaked," he said, his voice dancing on the warmth of my skin. Henry's mouth found mine again, his tongue exploring. Simon's fingers moved inside me, and I cried out, my hips bucking against his hand. "That's it, baby," Henry murmured. "Let us make you feel good." I nodded, speechless as Simon's fingers moved faster, his thumb circling my clit. Henry's mouth descended, his lips finding my breasts, sucking my nipples, grazing them with his teeth.

A loud cry escaped through my lips and got muffled against the chair. Lucian didn’t move immediately. He let me tremble against him, let me feel every wave of aftershock before he slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips. He met my dazed stare as he licked them clean. A blush seared my skin. He smirked. “That was only the beginning.” I was still breathing heavily, my body trembling from the aftermath of the sex my my mind was in a mess. If just him barely touching me was was as good as this, then how would the sex be?

"Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married." Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop. Perhaps he was shocked. Maybe. The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating. Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs. "I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"

He fucked me deep and steady, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my soft belly and pulling me back onto him with every stroke. Lucian moved in front of me on the couch, unzipped, and offered his cock to my mouth. I opened willingly, sucking him while Damian pounded into me from behind. The wet sounds of sex filled the quiet penthouse. Ronan’s hand stroked my back, my ass, then reached underneath to rub my clit in tight circles while his brother fucked me. It was too much and not enough. I came again around Damian’s cock, moaning around Lucian’s length. Damian followed soon after, burying himself deep and pulsing hot cum inside me with a low groan of satisfaction.

Lucas was smiling at me, the same charming smile that was one of the reasons I'm here. I tried to smile back but it was hard to when all I could think about was how much I wanted to be fucked by these two men. “You gave yourself the first orgasm,” he said, hooking his fingers under my chin to make me hold his gaze. “Now, we'll give you many more.” My stomach fluttered so hard I almost doubled over. Butterflies, nahh? More like fucking elephants. They led me to the bed, one person's hand securely on my waist, the other gripping my ass like it was some treasured possession he didn't want to lose.

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