Steamy Sex Story Novels & Stories

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

Pity? "I'm gonna warm this up for us," said Em. Em padded into the bathroom and Sarah heard the water running in the sink. Em came back and walked up to Sarah, still seated in an easy chair. She squatted down to Sarah's level and looked her in the eyes. "Sarah, I promise to make this as pleasurable as possible and once we get started, I know you'll be good with it. Surely you've done some homoerotic photo shoots?" "Y-yes," confessed Sarah. "But those were all staged and posed. We weren't actually having sex while someone took pictures of us fucking."

His eyes are darkened by shadows and lust, and I spread my legs apart, giving him enough room to fit his tall frame between my legs. “You’re so fucking hot, Heidi,” he tells me, starting to slide his boxers down his legs. I watch him, swallowing hard as I wait for him to finally get rid of all the layers of clothing and get back to me. The whole scene is so sexy and effortlessly arousing that I can’t recognize myself and my dirty thoughts. It feels like a scene straight out of one of those steamy romance books I like reading so much. Having read so many of them is coming in handy right now. Otherise, I’d have no idea what to do to make Cal feel as good as he’s making me feel. I don’t want to

Emma’s face burned, her nails digging into the desk edge as her body convulsed. “I’m…I’m going to cum, Mr. Carter!” “That’s it” he snarled bouncing her harder, his cock slamming deep inside. “Do it cúm on your boss’s cóck. Show me how bad you want this job” Her body snapped, pleasure ripping through her in violent waves. Emma screamed, her pússy gushing around him, soaking his cóck and dripping down her thighs. Her whole body shook, tits bouncing in his grip, ass stinging red from his handprints.

Becomimg Gay At The Club (5) And then... the door opened, and a gust of steam rushed through the gap. We both jolted in shock. Luckily, the steam gave us a few seconds to compose ourselves. We sat next to each other, and I quickly covered myself with a towel, though I could feel Ben's cum leaking out of me onto the fabric. An older couple walked in and sat at the far end of the room. My heart was racing—I had just had sex with a man in a steam room, and we had almost been caught. Jesus, I could still feel him inside me. Fuck.

He buried himself deep and came with a low groan, filling Sarah with thick ropes of cum. I pulled out of her mouth just in time, stroking myself furiously. Elena dropped down and took me into her mouth, sucking greedily until I exploded, pumping my load across her tongue and lips. She swallowed what she could, the rest dripping down her chin as she smiled up at me. We were all panting, bodies slick with sweat, the room heavy with the scent of sex. Sarah lay sprawled on the table, thoroughly used, cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy, a dazed, satisfied smile on her face.

I had never felt such powerful pressure before. Even my hair stood on end with pleasure. A violent wave of comfort exploded through my entire body. My feet trembled violently from the fierce impact. The other men slipped off my little leather shoes and began fondling my feet wantonly. They were soaked with their spit and sweat. They tore open my clothes, revealing my full breasts. The mounds kept changing shape beneath their palms. Round one moment, flattened the next. I didn't know how long passed before Steve finally climbed off me, satisfied.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

“I’ve only given you two loads each so far. I’m not leaving until every single one of your greedy little cunts is completely ruined and overflowing with my seed. Get on your backs again, legs up to your shoulders. I’m going to breed all three of you back-to-back in one final marathon. No pulling out. No mercy. I want your wombs packed so full you’ll be leaking for days.” The girls moaned like broken whores and quickly obeyed. They lay side by side on the floor, pulling their knees all the way to their chests and spreading their legs as wide as possible. Three dripping, cum-filled pussies were presented to him like offerings — Emma’s fat, creamy hole, Mia’s tight petite slit, and Zoe’s long-l