Sultry Stories Novels & Stories

Each time slower, more intense, his dirty talk getting darker. “You’re leaking everywhere, Kai. Such a sloppy mess for your rival. Bet your teammates would lose their minds if they knew their star striker was getting bred in the next room.” “Shut up and fuck me,” I snapped, but my voice cracked with another moan as he hit that spot again. He stayed the whole night. No sneaking out. No pretending it was quick. He held me down through two more loads, filling me until I was overflowing, then pulled me against his chest like he wasn’t planning to let go.

“Lying to your boyfriend while you’re full of your boss’s cum and kissing his wife.” Sophia broke the kiss and moved lower, sucking on my nipple while Alexander fingered me faster. The obscene wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of my dripping pussy filled the luxurious office. I came again within minutes, shaking between them as my pussy clenched around his fingers. Alexander pulled them out and offered them to Sophia, who sucked them clean with a moan. Then they both moved. Alexander stood up, stripping off the rest of his clothes, revealing his powerful, toned body and thick, still-hard cock. Sophia did the same, her elegant black dress pooling at her feet. She was stunning with

The wine had me flushed and bold, my pussy tingling with that slow, forbidden ache I’d been ignoring for months. Sarah moved like she owned every inch of the room. At forty-two, she was fucking stunning—voluptuous in all the right ways. Her deep crimson silk robe clung to her heavy, full breasts, the deep cleavage on full display as the tie loosened with every step. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, flashing smooth tanned skin and the occasional glimpse of her bare pussy when she shifted. No panties. I knew because I’d caught the flash earlier in the kitchen. Her long auburn hair spilled down her back, and those full, wine-red lips curved into a knowing smile as she caught me staring.

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.”

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When I bounced on his thighs with his dick sliding in and out of my wet pussy, it made my heart flutter I picked up my phone again and began to go through his pictures I had earlier saved from his social media. God, I couldn't believe I actually had sex with the hot Adrian. The apple of literally every girl's eyes. And he had wanted me to. I remember Brianna telling me he always brushed women off, pretty or not pretty. She even said she suspected he was gay. Then, why did he get horny just by seeing me finger myself in his bathroom? Had he too been crushing on me?

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3