Violent Sex Stories Novels & Stories

"I can feel your pussy dripping all over the couch while I'm railing your ass. You're just a mess for me." "I am... I'm your mess," I whimpered, my eyes rolling back. "I've wanted this... I've wanted you for so long." Vence didn't slow down. If anything, he got meaner. He started hitting me faster, shorter, more violent strokes that felt like they were trying to punch a hole right through me. I could feel my internal muscles clamping down on him, trying to hold onto every single inch of his thick cock. I was on the verge of another orgasm, but this one felt different. It felt heavier, more desperate.

She had to grip the couch harder to stay upright. "Oh fuck. You guys are killing me," Vivian moaned against Brie's lips. Her voice came out shaky and broken. "Yes, let Mommy play with you while your stepbrother fucks you. Such a naughty little girl taking his cock like a slut." The dirty talk turned Vivian on. Fresh wetness flooded around Bruno's shaft. Her pussy clenched tight. Bruno groaned loud at the sudden squeeze. He slammed into her even harder. His heavy balls slapped against her with each thrust.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

A masked highway-man pressed a lady against a carriage, her skirts whipped high as he penetated her with a weapon longer and thicker than his pistol. The study seemed to vibrate with the heat and grind of passion as Karen viewed the hump backed beast, transvestites, flagellation; dirty old men with grotesque, distended members and huge sagging testicles; beautiful youths with spritely cocks springing eagerly from thick pubic hair, their balls firm and taut. No aspect of physical congress was left unexplored. Women with women, men with men, women with men, every variation under the sun depicted - a seething bacchanalia.

“I love being your filthy good girl while my jealous ex-best friend watches me get finger-fucked.” I cum hard on his hand, pussy clenching and gushing all over his fingers as I scream. The live chat is exploding with tips and filthy comments. Victor stands, stripping quickly. His thick, veiny cock springs free — massive, dripping with precum. He bends me over the bed right in front of Lena’s face and slams into my dripping cunt in one brutal thrust. “Fuck— yes, Sir!” I scream as he starts pounding me mercilessly. Every deep stroke hits my cervix. His heavy balls slap loudly against my clit. Lena is forced to watch my tits bounce inches from her face as her ex-fiancé’s replacement destroys my

“You like my dirty farmer’s cock in your pretty little asshole?” “Yes! God, yes! More!” she begged, pushing her ass back towards him, seeking more of the violation. He gave it to her. He began to fuck her. Hard. Each thrust was a punishing slam, driving his cock deep into her colon, the slap of his pelvis against her cheeks a rhythmic, wet beat in the hot air. The hut shook slightly with their violent motion. Her cries became a continuous stream of filthy encouragement. “Fuck my ass! Ruin it! Make it yours! I’m your slut! Your fucking ass-slut!”

The wet squelching sounds were absolutely obscene. “You’re such a disgusting little fist slut,” she laughed. “Taking my whole hand like a cheap whore. I bet Maya would die if she saw her best friend getting fisted by her big sister.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came violently around her fist, my pussy gushing and squirting all over her arm and the bed. Lena kept fisting me through it, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. She finally pulled her hand out slowly, leaving my cunt gaping wide open. She brought her soaked fist to my mouth.

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Williams pushed his cock from side to side, stretching her out, then pulled out, only to ram right back in, making her gasp as he hit her cervix harder and groped her breasts tightly in the same movement. “You like that, you little slut,” he observed, and did it again. Twice more and then faster, and faster still, fucking her harder and deeper, her huge tits bouncing up and hitting her in the face with each thrust as he held on to her hips, making her take it. “Ah, ah, ah, ahhh!” She screamed in a sort of panting sound as she came, gripping the sides of the sink, explosions rippling through her brain and cunt. The thought crossed her mind that she might’ve been too loud, but hopefully the mu

Roy growled and started fucking me harder, faster, the thick length of him pistoning in and out of my dripping cunt. I was already close. The stretch, the rough hands, the way they talked about me like I was nothing but a hole—it was everything I’d ever secretly wanted. My thighs started shaking. Roy felt it. He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight, filthy circles while he kept pounding into me. “Come on that cock,” he ordered. “Let us feel it.” I came hard, moaning around Hank’s dick, walls clamping down in helpless pulses. Roy fucked me straight through it, not slowing down, drawing it out until I was whimpering and oversensitive.