The Outsiders Smut Novels & Stories

Between my legs, the pimp buries himself, groaning and sweating profusely, while slamming into me like a sl*t he paid for a night. The smelly thing, the bloody casanova, kisses me with renewed passion that makes me want to throw up on him. Every time his lips comes over my face, his breath reeks with a putrid stench. my guts twist, but my lips part voluntarily for him, moaning as they ravaged me from all corners. One gropes my breast. The other sucks hungrily from the other corner and minutes later, the pimp isn't halfway through to a climax.

The slick heat of cum being forced deeper, the sticky press of sweat-soaked skin, and the overwhelming smell of sex pushed their minds into oblivion. When the men finally unloaded, they flooded both sisters’ wombs and guts with massive, thick loads that overflowed instantly, pouring out in heavy white rivers down their bodies and pooling on the filthy floor. Sophia and Aurora lay side by side in the disgusting mess, bodies trembling, covered head to toe in layers of warm, sticky filth. Sophia looked into the camera with glassy, euphoric eyes and rasped: “We’re not people anymore… we’re just holes for you to use.”

Sweat poured from my forehead. She stood up then leant forward to help me up. Standing up was not easy. My ass was ore, my legs were shaky and I was wearing heels. She held me up as we walked back to the stool. I could barely put a foot forward. I could only take small steps. We both sat on the stool. She pulled me into her and hugged me. I was leaning almost sideways towards her chest. Her arms stopped me from falling all the way forward. I was looking down. I could see her cock with the condom still on full of cum. She spread her legs slightly and slowly pulled the condom off with one hand. She rubbed the back of my head and forced my head down. Her cock went straight to the back of my thr

It's engraved in his skin like a brand seared into flesh. I gulp dryly and resume drawing. Down to his hip, I start tracing the outline of his shorts. The discarded one. Yes! The same one I stole and I fucked myself with, every damn year. It's not the usual neat and sweet-smelling boxers his fans are used to, this one is dirty, filthy… nasty. A perfect combo of what a girl needs to ride her pussy on and happily drip on daddy. So I give them that pleasure. I sketch out damp areas that signify a dose of his spunk, and thin slimy areas that lead to big darker areas, these one signify a lady’s wetness drooling all over.

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Sensory details overwhelmed: the glass cold on my skin, his rough hands bruising my hips, the musky smell of sweat and oil, the distant sounds of the street mixing with our grunts. He leaned in, biting my shoulder, marking me as his. His cock swelled inside, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. Emotions poured out—release from loneliness, the joy of submission. 'Cum with me,' he commanded, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing circles slick with our mess. I shattered, pussy clamping down on him, waves of orgasm ripping through me. He followed, groaning low, flooding me with another hot load, spilling out as he kept thrusting. But even as we trembled, his hands didn't stop r

I beg with everything I have. “Please.” He thrusts in hard. The new angle hits untouched spots. My pussy swallows him whole. He fucks me with raw power. His hands grip my hips. He leaves red marks on my skin. I feel the orgasm cresting. It rises like a beautiful wave. The romance threads through the raw smut. He leans over me. His chest presses against my back. His hot breath fans my neck. He reaches around. His fingers find my clit again. He rubs slow now. He prolongs the torture. My tits scrape the desk. My nipples turn raw from the friction.

He paused, then read out loud again. “I can't believe how my heart melted the moment he flipped the hockey stick. Gosh! I'm about to have an orgasm” He looked up to me with disgust. I lowered my head to the ground and my cheek burned with so much embarrassment. I prayed the ground should open or I could have a magical ability to disappear but none of that came. “Hey…is not what you think” I stammered, unable to admit it myself. It felt so disgusting to know that I was crushing on my step brother and I got off the hook by writing smut and fantasy the way I wanted him to touch me.

His hands slid under my hoodie, grabbing my breasts through my bra, squeezing them roughly. “Damian… please… someone will see us…” I gasped, trying to push him away. “Let them,” he smirked, sliding his hands under my bra to pinch my nipples. I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud. My pussy throbbed, my panties drenched with shameful desire. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” he whispered in my ear, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach. “Look how wet you are just from me touching you.”

Embry mentions while reaching between Osric and I to rub his cock. “Maybe, I finally have you home,” I smirk up at my mates, enjoying their hands on me as Jonathan grinds his hips against my backside.