Novel & Cerita Western Sex Stories

“Want me to write you one?” “No, I ain’t ready for the sanatorium yet,” Wilbarger said. “I never expected to meet Latin in this part of Texas but I guess education has spread.” “How’d you round up that much stock without horses?” Call asked, hoping to get the conversation back around to business. “Oh, well, I just trained a bunch of jackrabbits to chase ’em out of the brush,” Wilbarger said, a bit testy. “In fact some dern Mexicans stole our horses,” he added. “I had heard you men hung all the Mexican horsethieves when

Cristina's POV. "Ahhh, Mmmm." A loud gasp came from the other side of the door, followed by rasped heavy breathing. That was exactly what I needed. Heat bloomed low in my core as I shoved the door open. The scene before me was like something out of my wildest fantasies and my nipples hardened under the tight leather gown I'd thrown on. In a corner was a woman, her legs spread far apart. One man pumped his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, making her quiver beneath him while another guy fucked her throat hard, slamming against her again and again as his groans escaped his mouth.

I pushed her hands aside and took hold of her bouncing breasts, rolling her dark nipples between my fingers. Madeline's pace quickened. "Ah... Daddy... I'm... I'm going to... save me..." I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart, stretching her so wide that even her tightest hole opened slightly to me. I thrust up hard as Madeline cried out, "Ahhh..." Her body shuddered uncontrollably before collapsing onto me, gasping for breath. While the cowgirl position is less demanding, for someone with my possessive nature, it felt too passive.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

I saw the tips trickle in, I told myself it was just for money but when the first tip hit—it was fifty dollars from someone named Regular47. Then he typed—“show us how wet you’re getting, beautiful.” My breath hitched. I slipped the strap down my shoulders, then the other, letting the lace slip away until my breasts spilled free. I rolled my nipples between my fingers until they ached. The first night I came quietly with two fingers buried deep inside me while the camera caught only my mouth parted and my thighs trembling. I whispered things I’d never said out loud to Mark. “I need to be filled… I need my pussy to be stretched until I couldn't think.” The shame hit right after orgasm but the

Hessa, who was just sitting far from us, gasped and shifted uneasily beside the door, but neither of us spared her a glance. “Tell me everything,” I demanded. Lowell pulled out a chair, sat down, and rested his forearms on his knees. “You remember Knox? The werefox living in the States and becoming a famous writer and used to talk about the old wars? The ones before men wrote their histories neat and clean. The stories he told were too bloody to put in books.” I nodded once.

*SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.” “Good Girl ”. He applied ointment on her ass and gave her the pain killers . She gulped three pills in one go with water still tied up in the position. “I guess it’s paining, so I won't fuck you today. I can wait for a month or till you heal.” he says with a slight grin. “You seriously think I'll have sex with you after what you did with me. You're a psycho.” Tears pooled down her eyes as she trembled and cried in pain.

Oanez let out a guttural sound from the back of her throat as Aleric stepped trailed and slipped a finger inside Oanez's wide open p*ssy. Then the old woman laid on the floor, and she watched as her husband mounted her, his manhood disappearing and up into the woman, and appearing seconds later. Horror, fear, anger, and disgust held her in place as they continued their tryst. Dimly, she became aware that the other witches in the hall were now engaged in different sexual acts of their own. "Wanna Join, cunt?" laughed a witch in her face as another stopped dove n and began to s*ck the woman's

Elena lay sprawled on the worn leather couch, her body a slick, trembling mess of sweat and cum, sandwiched between Jax and Rico. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, the afterglow of her orgasms still pulsing through her veins like electric currents. Jax's cum dried in sticky trails across her tits, while Rico's load leaked slowly from her pussy, a warm trickle that made her thighs quiver every time she shifted.

"You’re a little monster. You’re tighter, wetter, and you take it like you were born for it. You make every other woman I've ever touched feel like a ghost." "Then make me your reality," she challenged, speeding up her pace. She started bouncing on him, her breasts swaying with the movement. Silas reached up, his mouth finding one of her nipples, sucking it deep into his mouth while she rode him. He moved his hands down to her backside, squeezing the soft flesh of her ass as she hammered herself down onto his cock. The pacing was relentless. They moved from the sofa to the floor, Silas forcing her onto her side and lifting one of her legs high so he could drive into her from an angle that hi