True Sexy Stories Novels & Stories

Caleb Angeles, 37 year old man, has a huge cock, married as well, and he was so fucking good. I loved his cock. He loved my cunt. We had five to seven videos together and the viewers loved it, so Jayson paid me for another bonus. I actually love this job. I am being satisfied on sex and they are paying me well as well. It was better than to stay at home and wait for my husband’s little cock. “Are you free tonight? I want another round.” Caleb whispered to me after cumming in my pussy. I wrapped his cock around my fingers, he moaned. The director already said cut but we still want more.

“Fúck, you are perfect.” Sienna’s moans echoed in the room, bouncing between the two men’s voices. Her hands clutched at the carpet as she cried out again. “Yes, yes, fúck me harder. Fill me. I want all of it.” Adrian’s groan broke as his release built. “I am close. Get ready.” Sienna opened her mouth wider, tongue out, moaning like a whore begging for it. “Cúm for me, Adrian. I want to taste you.”

“But only if you’re sure. Tell me the truth.” “I’m sure,” she whispered, tightening her fingers on his shoulders. “Please, Levi… I want you to fuck me.” Levi reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a condom, rolling it on with quick but careful movements. He settled between her spread legs, his hard cock resting heavy and warm against her entrance. Instead of pushing in right away, he rubbed the thick head slowly up and down her wet folds, teasing her clit with each pass until she whimpered and lifted her hips for more.

He filled her up until she felt like she couldn't take any more, and then he pushed even deeper. "Ahhh! Julian!" Sienna cried out. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him as tight as she could. He started a slow, deep rhythm. It wasn't the "thud-thud-thud" of the kitchen table. It was a rhythmic, emotional grinding. Every time he moved, he looked into her eyes. He wanted to see her soul. The erotica of the final melt was powerful because it was full of love. Julian’s muscles were rippling as he supported his weight above her. He was hitting her G-spot with every slow thrust. Sienna felt her heart beating against his chest. She felt like she was part of the mountain, part of the woo

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

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

The brunette giggles, her own hand sliding between her legs, fingers pumping fast as she watches the scene unfold. Another girl, tall with dark curls, straddles his face, her pussy hovering over his mouth. He eagerly laps at her, his tongue swirling, sucking, while his hips never falter, driving into the blonde with relentless force. The air is thick with the scent of sex—sweet sweat, musky arousal, a hint of coconut oil from the lotion they’d used earlier. Their voices overlap, a chorus of dirty talk and gasps: “Fill me up,” “Harder, deeper,” “I’m gonna cum all over your cock,” “Yes, fuck me like you mean it.”

‎ ‎"You could do all that? You could be so f*****g sexy in bed, and yet I had to tame myself for you? I had to lie and regulate the way I f*ck you? Do you know the amount of times I wanted to take you up against the wall?" ‎ ‎He closed his eyes to breathe in, and it looked like it wasn't working. "Do you have any idea how much I have wanted to f'uck you in the bathroom and on the stairs? Do you know how many nights I went to bed beside you, watching you sleep and all I could think about was tying you up, and having my way with you? And yet look at you, being gagged and f****d to f*****g oblivion, writhing and begging for more, while I had to hold myself back."

Jacob let out a breathy laugh, his dark eyes locked on her. "Condom?" she asked, arching a brow. “Trousers," he replied, holding in a strangled moan. Reaching for his discarded trousers, she pulled out a condom from his wallet and rolled it onto him with care. She climbed back into position, her legs bracketing his hips as she prepared to take control. His hands gripped her waist tightly as she lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate him. It had been a long time, and the tightness was uncomfortable, but it was mixed with a delicious pleasure that made her shiver. "You feel so good," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. Jacob responded with a sharp s

Hot and thick come flooded my pussy marking me from the inside. He kept thrusting through it, slow and deliberate, like he wanted every drop to stay where it belonged. I loved it. The way he fucked me senseless, like he’d been starving for me as long as I’d fantasized about him. We stayed locked together for some moments, breathing ragged with the smell of sex and old books hanging in the air. My body felt deliciously used and sore in the best way. Dr. Marcus finally pulled out, cum leaking from my inner thighs.