Novel & Cerita Village Sex Stories

“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.”

"I definitely knew a lot of the maidservants had eyes for me and I didn't force anyone. Actually, they are the ones who came asking for more but I don't dick a pussy twice" "You're the first woman I have had sex with countless times" "I am? what about Zasha? I thought she was your girlfriend?" "I was reluctant to sleep with her but she asked for it and after that, I got tired and didn't touch her again" "No wonder she cheated on you" "Like I care. I had no feelings for her" "Who is this guy?" I asked referring to the black guy whose image was now on his computer. "Williams Wale. He's a Nigerian and also very troublesome but very hard working. He can do the work of three people at a time. Him

That was when I saw her, spread naked on her bed with one hand pinching her tit, while the other was thrusting the dildo in and out of her pussy. ‎Ever since that day, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about her after what I witnessed. Since then, I had always loved going to visit Juliet at her mom's, not just to see Juliet, but also to catch a glimpse of her mom and wonder how her cunt would feel around my cock. ‎From the way she was moaning that day, and thrusting that big, fat dildo in and out of her pussy, I knew she was having sexual problems. ‎Tonight, I was invited by Juliet to come spend the Thanksgiving night at her place. After the Thanksgiving dinner, we all retired to bed.

Now he was in college and met a lot of hot coeds, but churches were still his favorite place to meet women. The church he was attending was in the college town where he went to school. During the first semester he dated three girls he met at that church and had sex with all of them. Gossip spread to the other women in the church that he had a big cock and knew how to use it. He started to quietly get a lot of attention from women in the church and community. They weren't just high school or college girls either. Women in their late twenties and early thirties were flirting with him and some of them were even married. The more women he fucked the more his reputation as a great lover grew. Luk

” Maximus said and abruptly paused… He gulped down his saliva when Jasmine asked with shallow voice “And also what?” “AAann…. And Women’s…. during our early days in this villages… we were provided with our numerous women to satisfy our hunger for lust… seeing those beautiful women we… we … could not help ourselves form keeping our hands of them.. the only thing that we did were eat and have sex… tremendous sex with those beautiful women’s…. me, Jacob, Bartos all were enjoying our heavenly life in this village until one day we saw real faces of this peoples…

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

“I was on fire that night; I had a lot to drink before. You see, these men were special, VIP. They paid for me and I gave them a darn good show. I had on my favorite gold bikini set. It’s basically a strip of clothing; doesn’t cover anything—” I squeezed my eyes shut, my thumb digging into a wooden bead. “Candy, please. This is not—” “The lights in the VIP room were so dim I couldn’t see their faces,” she continued, ignoring me. Her voice was low. “But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties

"I'd suck on these pierced nipples while you ride me, looking full and pregnant. My son's wife, carrying his own sibling in her womb. Doesn't that turn you on, you dirty little slut?" "Yes, oh God, yes," I whimpered, my voice breaking into fragments. His fingers sped up again, curling deeper and hitting my G-spot. The breeding talk sent fresh shivers through my nervous system, feeling taboo and filthy. It made me drip even more liquid down his hand. I was grinding against him shamelessly now, my ass pressing into his crotch with each roll of my hips. I could feel his grunts of effort vibrating against my spine. "Daddy, I'm so close... Please just let me cum."