Written Smut Novels & Stories

Wayne’s groan almost sounded like a howl as the vibration coursed through his body. While my own orgasm subsided, a feeling of satiation surged through me. ͞ ! WARNING: CHAPTER― SMUT SCENE - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- ELSPETH’S POV

“You’re still not saying it right, princess.” Her eyes fluttered. “Say the right words.” She blinked, lips parting. “Please, sir… let me suck you off?” I chuckled, amused, tilting her chin higher. “Not quite right.” My voice dipped. “You know the word I want, princess. You know you want to say it.” She stiffened. Her fingers curled around my zipper. “You want to say it, but it feels too dirty, doesn’t it? Too smutty. Not proper enough for you. But I want it.”

A throbbing pain radiated through my nerves as various distorted faces magnified before me: "Just as I thought, it's you, the shameless homewrecker Samantha Jewel!" "How dare you, this brazen slut, show your face again!" "Dressed like a tramp, for sure, you're out trying to snatch another man!" "You cuckolded our perfect Mr. Long! I swear I'll beat you to death!" "Scram already, prostitute! Your very existence pollutes the air; why don't you drop dead!"

I added. I realized that there was no use hiding it anymore. I mean he looked like he already knew, he probably just wanted to hear me say it. We stood there for the longest moment, just staring at each other and when I couldn’t take it anymore I resulted to say; “Are you going to say something?” I was a bit irritated by his silence. “Does it help? The book, I mean.” I scoffed. “You really think reading smut is enough to get me off? No, it doesn’t help.” I spat.

The musky scent of her hit me and I licked my lips involuntarily. She climbed between my legs, yanked my soaked panties off, and spread my thighs wide. “Look at this pretty married cunt,” she said, running her fingers up my slippery slit. Then she pushed two fingers deep inside me and started fucking me hard while rubbing my clit with her thumb. I came like a slut within minutes, screaming and gushing all over her hand. When I came down, Angie lay back, spread her legs obscenely wide, and looked me dead in the eyes.

“Open.” She obeyed, lips parting around him, her tongue tentative as she tasted salt and musk. He hissed, gripping her hair, guiding her slowly. Damien stripped off his shirt, muscles flexing. He lifted her skirt higher, stroking himself as he watched her take Cowin’s cock. “Beautiful little slut.” Rylan rose, kissing her thighs, whispering against her skin. “We’ll ruin you, but you’ll beg for more.” Cowin groaned as her mouth grew braver, sucking harder. Damien couldn’t wait—he knelt between her legs, pressing his cock against her entrance.

I don’t even know what I want, he's ruining me so sweetly. He reaches under my body, finds my swollen clit, and starts rubbing tight, mean circles while he keeps pounding into me without mercy. “Damom, pull out…” I try so hard to hold back my orgasm but the pressure builds so fast and so high it borders on pain. “Damon!” I screamed in pleasure but he kept banging me, doggily, his balls hitting my skin. “I can feel you getting tighter. You’re right there, aren’t you? Poor little good girl trying so hard not to come on this cock like the desperate slut you really are.”

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.

Rose Pov “Dare me again,” I whispered, my voice dripping with lust. I was lying on my back on the rug, legs spread obscenely wide, cum leaking from both my pussy and ass. My fingers lazily rubbed my cum-smeared clit, spreading their warm seed all over my swollen lips. I felt like a dirty, used slut — and I fucking loved it.

“Madam Smith, you need to let us wash you. Mr. Smith said, you had not taken your bath in two weeks and you stink.” her eyes widened in embarrassment, was that what he said? That bastard… “I don't stink, I only smell like drugs.” She defended herself, she held the top of her dress together, they had tried to force her to take the dress off, but because she was struggling too much they left her alone and tried to convince her with words. She clutched the dress even closer to her chest, preventing Petra, Sheryl, or anyone else from touching her.