Stuck Sex Stories Novels & Stories

THEMES: Blackmail, Reluctance, Manipulative Coercion, Security room, Unconscious Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Forced Subduing, Trickery, Harsh treatment, Belittling, Nonconsensual KINKS: Rough sex, Intense Spanking, Hair pulling, Forced Blowjob, Degradation, Dirty talk, Lewd dirty name calling LENA'S POV Barely holding back a sigh-------- for my own good-------- I nod, zoning out while she keeps talking and scolding myself some more for spreading my legs for that smug rival.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Screw this back pain. I can't fucking have sex with my wife because it just had to screw up now. This is so fucking embarrassing and pathetic, I am lying on the floor like an idiot. I can't let Cara see me like this, other than the fact she will make fun, I don't want her to see the fact I have gotten to that stage. I badly escaped the grey hair jokes by her and the kids. I placed my hand in my pocket and dialed the last number I'll want to dial.

It comes out in ropes, seeming never-ending as it fills me up to the brim, before it overflows, dripping down my thighs. We stay there for a long moment, both of us breathing heavily. I told him that I trusted him. Was that something I just blurted out in the middle of sex or did I really mean it? He pulls out of me, making all his cream come spilling down my inner thighs. And then he spins me around, and leans down to give me a kiss. I meet him halfway, parting my lips to let his tongue meet mine. Our lips mold together, till we become one. I think I meant it.

They didn’t let her close her legs. Two men grabbed her ankles and yanked them wide, hooking her knees over their shoulders so her hips tilted up and her wrecked holes pointed at the ceiling like twin targets. Her cunt lips stayed puffy and open. A thick river of mixed loads poured out in a slow, steady stream and ran down the crack of her ass. The pierced one knelt between her spread thighs and looked straight at the mess they had made of her. “Look at this greedy little cunt. Already swallowed six loads and still begging for more.”

“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.”

The wet squelching sounds were absolutely obscene. “You’re such a disgusting little fist slut,” she laughed. “Taking my whole hand like a cheap whore. I bet Maya would die if she saw her best friend getting fisted by her big sister.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came violently around her fist, my pussy gushing and squirting all over her arm and the bed. Lena kept fisting me through it, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. She finally pulled her hand out slowly, leaving my cunt gaping wide open. She brought her soaked fist to my mouth.

The woman is twenty-three years old, has graduated from college and already has a permanent job but is still single? That status will not be a problem for Clarissa Andini or her nickname Risa and in ordinary school she is called Mrs. Risa. During the five years she lived in Spain to continue her education, Risa never bothered about her status. although previously she had several dates with men, for her no one was serious

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that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes