Well Written Smut Novels & Stories

No one sees his hand slide beneath my skirt. His fingers find me instantly, all wet and throbbing, and he smirks. “Such a good little slut. You got on this train for me didn't you?” I shake my head, but my hips betray me and instead of stiffening at his touch, they begin rolling against his hand. Suddenly he pushes two fingers inside me and I gasp, grabbing his arm, but he doesn’t stop. “You’re going to come right here, where anyone could see you.” “This is---- ah---- wrong-----”

My eyes drifted over her bare pu**y, up her fit belly, to her mountainous, jutting bre*sts, before I met her smiling face. "Callum, we are together now, whether you like it or not. I am your slut now. We have gone too far to go back. The only choice you have, if you want to be able to keep working this job, and to keep going home to that sweet, pretty girlfriend who loves you... is to make me your slut, permanently. You have already f*cked me, baby, and that is not going to stop. It cannot stop. It feels too f*cking good to stop now. That was the best sex of my life... who would have thought I would get that from you? You are like me now... you need sex constantly. You cannot walk away from

Sarah moaned with pleasure as she felt her pussy continued to get moistened. Sarah was close to her climax and her hips were wiggling and grinding harder and harder against his dick that was already deep in her pussy. This reaction made Mr. Smith feel like he was about to bust a nut. Sarah screamed out “oh yes sir I am cumming I am cumming your dick did this to me.” Mr. Smith felt his cum approaching as well so he pulled out and sprayed his warm cum on Sarah’s ass. After they were done they laid on the bed naked beside each other. Sarah said “sir you are the best thank you so much for making me cum.” Mr. Smith smiled and said “it was my pleasure.”

“You’re so wet already just from thinking about him.” She dipped two fingers lower, sliding them through my dripping folds before pushing them slowly inside me. I gasped as she curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside while her thumb kept rubbing firm circles on my clit. The wet, squelching sounds of her fingers pumping in and out filled the room as she worked me open, adding a third finger when my hips started bucking desperately against her hand.

“You looked so perfect with your mouth wrapped around me. Like a good little slút who knows exactly what her mouth is for.” “I am a good little slút,” I purred, letting the words drip from my tongue like honey. “Especially when I’m on my knees, sucking your cóck like it’s my job.” He stepped in close again, like he was about to take me right back onto that desk, consequences be damned. But instead, he just looked down at me with that same wicked half-smile.

His cock throbbed angrily in her still hand. “That’s better,” she murmured. She resumed stroking, rewarding him. “You’re leaking so much. Your cock is dripping for me.” She collected some of the precum on her fingers and brought her hand up to his mouth. “Open.” Luca parted his lips. She pushed two fingers inside, letting him taste his own salty precum. He sucked obediently, tongue swirling around her fingers while she continued slow strokes on his cock with her other hand. On the screen the scene grew more intense with the bodies moving faster, hands gripping, mouths open wide. Sofia matched the rhythm on the screen with her hand, stroking Luca faster now. His balls tightened in her palm.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

He is hitting me deep, and I am truly going crazy from the pleasure of his f*cking. “More! Ahhhh! More! Keep going, honey! You’re so good at fcking! I’ve wasted so much time! Fvck me! Fvck me all the time! Ahhhh! Ahhh! Hnnnnn! Ahhhhh!” I say seductively, grinding my hips back at him. It’s like I already know what to do because my mother had me read some of her smutty books. I contract my pvssy muscles, squeezing his c*ck inside me, and he lets out a moan. I smile at the sound and move my hips to meet every thrust. I shriek and laugh when he swats my behind. He stops moving and pulls out his long weapon. He flips me onto my back on the bed and immediately smothers me with passionate kisses. I

He was really going to make me his in this salon that at any moment a stranger could walk in and catch us in our act of pleasure. A danger that only makes it more interesting and if I had any doubts about whether or not I should expose myself in this way, it was overcome by Adam's caresses as he approached. As she kissed my neck, certainly delighting in my perfume, I felt her body adjusting to mine. “I have desired you so much Chloé…”,he confesses over and over again next to my ear, his hands touching my skin with gusto, making me feel truly desired like treasure in the hands of a pirate.

I screamed, throwing my head back, sinking into the pillow while my orgasm hit. A stream of juices shot out of my cunt, wetting Sven and the bed, making a mess everywhere. “See that? There's a good girl. She squirts so fucking good.” he murmured and I flushed. I loved it when he praised me and talked dirty. Doing the same in both sentences had to be some aphrodisiac. Sven withdrew for a while. I heard the sound of tearing and frowned. Was he using a condom? He had never used a condom with me, so why now? I pursed my lips, thinking about what I may have done wrong, and maybe this was another punishment.