Violent Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Readers should be aware of explicit sexual content, themes of power imbalance, graphic depictions of BDSM, intense physical and psychological humiliation, non-consensual undertones in a fantasy context, extreme kink practices including fisting, cock torture, edging, sounding, electro-stimulation, watersports, and double penetration, strong language, potential triggers related to authority figures, public exposure scenarios, and emotional distress, as well as the presence of dark, taboo elements that may not suit all audiences. Part 1

Consensual sex He will rip her pussy apart mercilessly if she willingly posed those fucking picture and offered him in silver platter to have her which was only his right. "What do you mean you can't tell?? Aren't you a doctor??" his thundering voice echoed through the room making her jump as his predatory gaze set on her, giving shudder to her spine. "Sir, consensual sex is hard to define if it isn't violent but in forced sex internal tissue was damaged and inner walls are bruised which is not the case with mam. I think you should t….." her words died in her throat half way as her body fell back on the floor with a loud thud with her wide-open eyes and a bullet hole between her brows.

Then he oiled the dildo slow, letting me watch it glisten. “Fuck your mother, Lily. Slow. Make her feel every inch.” I looked at Mom. She couldn’t see me, but her lips parted, breath already fast. I stepped close. The tip touched her. She was soaked. I pushed in gentle. The harness rubbed my clit with every tiny thrust. Mom moaned loud, head falling back. Victor moved behind me. His clothes were gone. I felt his cock slide between my cheeks, hot and hard. He pressed at my pussy and sank in with one smooth stroke.

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

Fuck this feels so wrong but my body is on fire his cock is ruining my pussy in the best way Daniel could never make me feel this full and desperate I’m supposed to be his wife but right now I just want Victor to keep destroying my cunt until I can’t walk straight I’m such a horny cheating slut and I hate how much I love it my thighs won’t stop shaking and my clit is throbbing so bad I need to cum again. Victor chuckled dark and mean, keeping those slow teasing strokes that dragged his cock almost all the way out until just the fat head stretched my hole wide open before sliding back in so deep his balls pressed tight against me. He made me feel every single vein and ridge, edging me mercile

He hasn’t seen anything yet. This should be classified as torture. I’m strapped down on the spank bench in the club room, arms, legs, torso pinned so tight against the leather I can barely twitch. No escape, no slack. The wand hums relentlessly on my clit, strapped tight between me and the bench, buzzing. My thighs tremble uselessly, my body already wound too tight, and it feels like the damn thing is fusing to me. This is what happens when your boyfriend is your number one subscriber. Xavier told me he had ideas for my stream, said it with that grin that made me forget the filth he’s capable of. Turns out his idea of fun is borderline criminal.

I felt the blunt head of his cock nudge against my entrance again. “Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice strained with restraint. “Tell me you want your husband’s best friend to fuck you raw while he sleeps upstairs.” “I want it,” I whispered, pushing back against him. “Please… fuck me, Victor. Take what doesn’t belong to you.” He gripped my hips and thrust forward in one powerful motion, burying his entire length inside my dripping heat. The stretch was exquisite. I moaned loudly, my walls fluttering around his thick cock as he bottomed out.

I ordered pizza for us and as they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the stories he'd been stroking to yesterday. As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire, and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story. Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbatio

My pussy stretched around him and I felt every inch. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck. “Still so wet for me.” He started moving. Deep, steady strokes that made the old couch creak. His hands pinned my wrists above my head. I couldn’t do anything but take it. Every time his dick bottomed out inside me I felt the pressure build again. “You like being used like this?” he asked, voice rough. “Yes.” “Say it louder.” “I like it…fuck…I like your dick in my pussy.”

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”