Voluptuous Women Novels & Stories

Josie seemed to be in a dream state, laying her head back against the couch, her legs splayed out before her, enjoying the attentions of the two attentive goddesses who were seemingly intent on building her into a needy, lustful state so they could bed her before she knew what hit her. I guess that was their plan for the evening when Audra and I go out together. The three gorgeous women, all silk and nylon, traded little kisses, pawing each other constantly in slow, pre-orgasmic ritual. Just looking at them gave me a stunning hard on. There was a light knock on the door. I'd left it ajar.

The woman sitting here was something new: Damien Voss’s eager, submissive slut, ready to embrace every dark desire he had awakened in me. The future stretched ahead, no longer professional and controlled, but wild, dangerous, and utterly thrilling. And I couldn’t wait to begin it.

Zahir, a tall, powerfully built Black man, approached her with his stunning partner, Layla — a gorgeous Black woman with long braids, dangerous curves, and commanding sensuality. “You look like a beautiful princess who’s missing something big, ready to be completely claimed,” Zahir said, his deep voice rich with promise. Layla smiled seductively, tracing a finger along Ava’s jaw. “We’re going to worship and ruin you tonight, darling. Stretch you open and make you a real woman.” Ava’s pussy throbbed with need. “Yes… please take me. I want both of you to possess me completely.”

They held me captive, promising pleasures untold. Her body was a masterpiece of soft, generous swells and dips. Wide hips that swayed with hypnotic grace, a lush ass that strained against the fabric of whatever she wore, begging to be gripped, and full, heavy breasts that rose and fell with every breath. She was the kind of woman Harlequin heroes dreamed of..voluptuous, confident, utterly irresistible.

Niko walked around as he wondered if they could actually get something worth buying here. As they walked through the rows following the woman, several heads turned their way. Niko was tall and attractive while Reyna was astonishingly beautiful. She was the kind of beauty that you wondered why you were seeing her just walking around. The kind that should be in a a magazine cover. Despite her simple dress, she looked just as elegant.

What beautiful, magnificent creatures women are. They don't know how much power they indeed hold in the grand scheme of things, but I won't be the one to tell them that their attention has more power than they believe. I let the foreplay play out until I'm about ready to combust, and only then do I change things up, moving the girls to line up on all fours, ripping their clothing from their bodies, so I have three pert bottoms looking my way. And in the crevice of that three succulent and dripping pussys.

She bit her lips when the alpha winked at her before inserting his length inside the taller lady’s entrance. “Ah…” a long moan escaped the lady’s mouth. Mathew dragged his thing out and plunged it into her again. The man kissed the shorter female while massaging her breast and the lady below was nice to share the euphoria when she slid her fingers inside the other while licking her hole. Multitasking, giving each other a unique shape of bliss and performing art that could lead anyone who sees it into the abyss of lust, the alpha with his women looked like a dancing pyramid. Mathew thrust with his dick and dived his fingers to penetrate the ladies vagina. They moaned in sync like singing a si

Elena pov "You must be mistaken." I assure Velvet as I read through the letter she had just given to me. Everyone knows who Greg Dalton is, a multi millionaire with enough achievements to feed my generation so it can't be possible that he had chosen me to escort him to his family dinner, me of all people. Velvet spins in the chair that she is in and sighs, "I'm glad I'm not. I don't know why, but he wants you." Velvet runs the group I work with. We are not prostitutes but we get paid to satisfy men, or women, depending on who is involved.

I press my palm against the enchanted, door and it swings open without a sound, revealing a chamber filled with candlelight. Immediately Six women turn make their way in, their gazes locking onto Damian like a pack of wolves sighting their next food. Their robes are sheer, clinging to their curves and angles, the fabric so thin it might as well not exist. Their Nipples pebble beneath the transparent layers, dark and tight with arousal. One licks her lips, slow and deliberate, with her tongue glistening. Another tilts her head, her fingers tracing the inside of her own thigh, parting the fabric just enough to reveal the pool of wetness there.

But every man who looked at me saw anything but. Especially because I had two gods flanking me. “You’re trying to kill the old men, baby doll,” Valentino asked. I rolled my eyes. “Don’t tempt me.” Vittorio in black slacks and a collared polo, jaw sharp and expression unreadable. Valentino beside him in cream, sunglasses on, smiling like a sin made flesh. We walked in like royalty. And every bitch in there knew it. Eyes followed me like knives. The women here were polished, manicured, hungry. And they hated me. Because I had them both. Their perfume burned my nose—overpriced, overdone, over me.