Violent Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Saliva dripped down our chins…our hands found each other and we held on tight. He pulled out and moved to the other side of the desk. He spread my legs wider and pushed his thick cock into my pussy in one smooth thrust. I cried out. He felt even bigger than I imagined. He fucked me with steady, deep strokes while his fingers rubbed Sophie’s clit. “Touch each other,” he ordered. I reached over and slid two fingers into Sophie’s wet pussy. She was dripping. She moaned and did the same to me, fingers curling inside me while Professor Voss kept pounding my cunt.

Girls that had sexual sex, much more enjoyable than my awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the moment. The story that stood out for me was based around a girl who went camping with her husband. They bunch made a couple of friends and one thing led to another with five guys fucking her, filling her with cum. The following experience came in the shape of a p**n movie among my immature man friends who’d put on during a party. In the lady's bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it dropped into the class of fake. Certainly not a turn on like the aforementioned narrative, but seeing her take on four giant cocks somehow made the dream a little more genuine.

‎ ‎"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."

The doctor fucked him through it, his pace turning frantic. “Take it,” he snarled, his control shattering. “Take all of it. You wanted this. You wanted to be filled.” With a final, brutal drive, he buried himself to the root and went rigid. Richy felt the hot, pulsing rush deep inside him, a flood of wet heat that marked his violation as complete. Dr Stanley groaned, his body shuddering against Richy’s. He stayed there, panting, his cock still lodged inside, dripping into Richy. The silence that followed was broken only by their ragged breathing and the drip of fluids onto the floor.

Every thrust hit her cervix, making her see stars. “Your husband could never fuck you like this, could he?” Victor taunted, voice dark with lust. “He couldn’t even keep you satisfied. That’s why you’re here, legs spread for me, taking my cock like a desperate little slut.” The dirty words sent her spiraling. Lena came a third time, screaming as her pussy gushed around him. Victor fucked her through it, then pulled out and moved up her body. “Open your mouth.” She obeyed. Victor stroked his cock twice and came hard, painting her tongue and lips with thick ropes of cum. Lena swallowed what she could, the rest dripping down her chin onto her breasts.

Sitting down in the alley a block or two away, I figured it wouldn't hurt to relax for a while as I waited for the restaurants to close. I don't know when I drifted off, but I know I regretted it more than anything. The weight and scent of some drunken jaguar shifter pressed me to the ground. My body was shaking as flashbacks of Marren on top of me rushed through my mind. I couldn't focus as I tried to push him off. He grabbed my left wrist, pushing it above my head as his other hand tried to pull my jeans down. I wanted to scream. I tried to scream. My voice was stuck in my throat. His breathing was ragged and his scent was heavy with arousal. Tears ran down my face as he finally undid the

Wet sounds filled the kitchen, loud, obscene, and filthy. “Fuck…Victoria…” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Say it,” she growled against my clit. “Tell me whose pussy this is.” “Yours,” I gasped. “It’s your pussy. All yours. Fuck it…please fuck it harder.” She added a fourth finger, stretching me wide. The burn was perfect and intense, making my thighs shake violently. She fucked me deep and fast, wrist twisting, fingers scissoring inside me while her tongue lashed my clit in quick, rough strokes.

☆ Graphic violence mixed with sexuality: Rough sex, violent thrusting, slapping, hair-pulling, biting, marking, bruising, light to moderate injury during sex, CNC with resistance and struggle, primal play, predator/prey dynamics, and consensual violence within erotic contexts. ☆ Power dynamics and extreme dominance/submission: Total power exchange, 24/7 lifestyle D/s, master/slave relationships, pet/slave training, sexual servitude, free-use households, harem dynamics, and complete sexual ownership. ☆ Explicit bodily fluids and functions: Large volumes of cum, multiple creampies, cum inflation, dripping, leaking, spitting, snowballing, rimming, golden showers (watersports), scat play (in som

She would practically tear my clothes off me while keeping up a running line of dialog: “Hurry lover, hurry. My husband can’t wait to see you shove your big meaty cock into me. He loves to watch other men fuck me, make me scream and then shoot their cum in me. He gets off on watching hard cocks slide into my sexy body. He wants to hear me scream for you to fuck me harder, to beg you to go faster and to shoot your cream deep inside me. Look at him sitting over there in that chair playing with himself while you fuck his woman.”

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last