Videojuegos Sexuales Novels & Stories

I’m alone in their massive house, horny and determined to make Damien lose control tonight. I start looking through their media room for something to watch… and I hit the jackpot. A hidden folder on their TV called “Private.” Inside are dozens of high-quality p**n videos — rough sex, cheating husbands, babysitter fantasies, creampies, degradation. Exactly my kind. My pussy throbs instantly. I put on one of the filthiest ones — a young babysitter getting brutally fucked by the married dad while his wife sleeps upstairs. The girl on screen is moaning like a whore, getting her pussy pounded mercilessly.

“Why not? We’re both single. It’s just us here. Come on, it’ll be funny.” Harper bit her lip, thinking about it. She took another sip of wine and shrugged. “Okay… but nothing too crazy.” Ava grabbed the remote and opened one of the popular p**n sites. She picked a straight video that looked normal; a fit guy and a girl with a nice body having sex in a nice bedroom. They started watching in silence at first. As the video played, the room slowly got quieter. The girl on screen was moaning loudly while the guy fucked her hard from behind. Ava felt a familiar warmth between her legs. She noticed Harper shifting uncomfortably beside her, pressing her thighs together.

As she walked out of the shot, headed to put her computer away, I wheeled my chair over to where I could pull some tissues from the box, and clean up the jism that was about to run down my sides. As I mopped up the thick goo, I fast-reversed the video to the shot of the laptop screen. After a couple of attempts, I got it frozen on the right frame, and then I zoomed the screen to blow up the image. I recognized the shot as being near the end of a hot girl-girl scene from a p**n video called Extreme Sex, Part-2. It featured a sexy female teacher coercing a young-looking innocent-acting female college student to have sex with her in order to keep from being expelled.

Another board member rose to speak, but before he could, Trevor's voice blasted through the room. "Fuck! God, you feel amazing, your pussy feel so good, so tight!," Gasps filled the room once again as everyone's attention was now drawn to the video, as Trevor relentlessly pounded his cock into the voluptuous woman. while another lady lay on the other end of the bed, a large sex toy thrusting in and out of her. His heart raced as he backed away, his eyes darting nervously to the display above. The room fell silent, the only sound being the unmistakable groans of pleasure coming from the screen.

I finally gave up and just decided to enjoy my friendship. Jim called that night. We had video phone sex. I feel so nasty doing it. Fucking myself with a big fake cock while my husband fucks his fake pussy, and we share filthy talk. I cum so hard. I woke up in the morning, the sheets just over my ankles, my mini wand, and vibrator still on the bed and my plug still up my ass. He's gonna get it so bad when he gets home. I left the plug in my ass, slipped on my briefs, and started my day.

Instead I locked myself in my room, laptop open, scrolling for something filthy. I soon found a threesome video with a girl sandwiched between two black guys, one older, one younger, taking turns stretching her out, then both at once. I quickly stripped naked, lay back on my bed with my legs spread wide. My fingers slid right in, two at first, easy because I was already wet thinking about them then Thumb on my clit, circling the head. The girl on screen moaned as the older guy slammed her from behind, calling her his little slut while the younger one fucked her mouth. I pumped faster, added a third finger and stretching myself, imagining Victor's thick cock and Jamal's long one filling me.

I slipped into my room, locked the door, and yanked the curtains shut until the room was dim and secret. My hands shook as I pulled my favorite dildo from the nightstand—the thick, veiny eight-inch one I’d only ever used thinking about girls like her. I shoved my shorts and panties down in one motion, kicked them away, and fell back onto the bed, legs spread wide. I opened my laptop, clicked straight to my favorite lesbian video—the one with the girl getting a massage and a proper fucking after. The moans filled the room. I didn’t even bother with foreplay. I rubbed my swollen clit in fast, desperate circles, then slid two fingers deep into my dripping hole, pumping them while I watched the

He shared the same, talking about how our sexual addiction strengthened every part of our relationship, trust, adventure, emotional intimacy amid the filth. New kinks emerged. We tried sensory deprivation, earplugs, blindfold, headphones with moaning audio, while he teased and fucked me unpredictably. The lack of senses heightened every touch, every thrust. I came endlessly, unsure where the next sensation would land. Food play intensified: he covered my body in chocolate syrup, licking it off my clit, nipples, and asshole before filling me. We filmed private videos for our eyes only, me riding him, squirting, taking double penetration, watching them later to masturbate together.

The chat was titled "The Video and Sales Hub." When I opened it, I saw that every video shared there was softcore porn. Several clips even featured Victoria and Bradley together. The members used the chat to discuss camera angles, techniques, positions, and other details. They also talked openly about how much each video sold. I could hardly believe it. They treated the whole operation like a legitimate business. According to the messages, the group planned a large filming event the following Wednesday. They described it as a kind of hackathon. Everyone sounded eager to outdo their competitors. They promised to make their videos more extreme, novel, sensual, and stimulating than anything bef

Set the scene. And then I waited for his 11 PM patrol. I left my door open. Not cracked this time, fully open, an obvious invitation. I turned on my laptop and navigated to the folder I’d been building for the past week. Videos I’d carefully curated. Not just p**n, that had been day three. This was different. These were videos of me. I’d recorded them over the past few nights. Lying in this bed. Touching myself. Moaning Aurelius’s name. Saying all the things I wanted to do to him, wanted him to do to me. Filthy, explicit, desperate.