Voluptuous Women Novels & Stories

Beth lifted the still half full champagne glasses, and they both killed what was left, then Pam followed her from the bathroom, to see what her devious temptress of a friend was up to. Ron's cock did its best to twitch beneath the confining sheet as he took in the erotic image of the two older women. Their athletic, perfectly proportioned bodies looked straight from the pages of Victoria's Secret when they stopped at the foot of the bed, as if modeling the exotic lingerie.

I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits. I am a lésbian, loudly, unapologetically, and with a reputation I earned the hard way. I have fúcked women who were mistakes, women who were married, women who taught me things I still think about in quiet moments, and women who ruined me just enough to make me crave the next one harder. You may consider me a slút, but I’m not. I’m just a woman who fúcking loves other women, especially the pretty ones.

This is the moment I cross the line I can never uncross. Footsteps. Many of them. The bedroom door opens and they pour in — Vanessa leading, then Lena, Clara, Sophie, Mia, and two more women I don’t know yet. Seven in total. All of them beautiful, hungry, dressed like they came straight from a fancy lunch but with dark lust in their eyes. Vanessa smiles when she sees me. “Look at our pretty little housewife. Already waiting like a good obedient slut.” She steps forward and yanks the robe open. Cool air hits my naked body. My nipples harden instantly under their stares.

she bows " I am sorry sire, it has just been so long since we've shared a bed that doing this made me feel close to you " I stare her up and down, she's quite voluptuous and considering she's a Jabless, she's most certainly beautiful, they are designed to lure men to their end with their beauty but naturally that charm would not work on me. " Strip " she quickly and happily obliges without saying a word, large round perky breasts bounce around as she drops the dress down to her ankles and steps out of it, she's wearing absolutely nothing under it, how tantalizing, I step closer to her and grab her by the throat, these women love it rough and I am more than happy to meet that quota.

Vincenzo gazed at the woman before him, and for a moment, the entire world seemed to shrink to just the sight of her. The red dress hugged her curves with flawless elegance, its daring slit up her left thigh adding an irresistible sensuality. Her wavy ponytail framed her face, accentuating the delicate beauty of her features, and her subtle makeup made her eyes gleam as if they held secrets capable of mesmerizing him. To Vincenzo, Vittoria wasn’t merely beautiful—she was the perfect fusion of desire and divinity, the most sublime vision a man could behold.

Others still pleasured themselves or each other by kissing, caressing and stroking as they lay on brightly coloured cushions. Vance heard a sigh by his ear and turned to see a tall woman his height with the bronzed and sleek limbs like that of a cat. Short, black, tightly curled hair covered her head as she swayed seductively to the music. Her black eyes were half lidded as her hands toyed with her nipples, pierced by golden rings. Vance could see the pink tip of her tongue between her slightly parted lips. She wore nothing but a jewel studded slave collar as she begged he join her seductive dance. There was a moaning sigh as hands raised up for the two men from beneath them, grasping t

In front of him there were several girls with very seductive minimal clothes lying on the bed and also some on the sofa with seductive gazes. Bara and David just rushed at the women and did something very disgusting in front of their eyes. Shamelessly, David groped the women and what was even more astonishing was Valentino having to watch them make love. "Hey, don't any of these girls suit your taste?" David asked. "Oh. It is not like that. But I just did it this morning. And now I don't want anymore," Valentino said. The woman who was playing with her breasts by David could only roll violently. Meanwhile, now Bara had started rubbing hers against a woman who was very ready to be entered by

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

interesting. I couldn't wait to see her. The witches were a beauty, the sexiest of women despite their holy nature. We got them on our bed regardless and the thought of owning the daughter of Tabitha had my Cock reacting violently. Tabitha's beauty was otherworldly I've seen her a couple of times in the past when she came over to dance in the Castle and she smelled of sex pure, erotic, and blazed with passionate flames. Those women were designed for pure lust and entertainment; the essence of them screams sinful.

Outside, snow fell silently, but inside, the air was thick with heat, perfume, and raw lust. Dmitri Volkov, 47, oil oligarch and one of the most powerful men in Russia, lounged in a deep leather armchair, sipping aged vodka. Tall, broad-shouldered, with silver-streaked dark hair and piercing steel-grey eyes, he commanded empires, politicians, and lives. Tonight, he wanted to surrender control. Before him knelt three stunning supermodels he had summoned. Anya, 24, and Natalia, 26 — tall, voluptuous goddesses with long legs, full breasts, and sultry expressions. And Lena, 23, the skinny, lithe blonde with delicate features and perky tits.