Written Smut Novels & Stories

I responded. End of smut scene!

I shouldn’t have been able to enjoy it like that while being mated. “Sensational,” Mr. Smith whispered. I turned to look at the screen and he was wiping his seed off his member. Some of the men around him were doing the same, or something similar, and some even had women there they were now fucking. It was a wild scene. I felt like I was the one watching porn now. “It was worth every euro sent. I don’t think we have ever bought a more invigorating hour. Before I book the two of you again, I have one last request.”

fingers thrusting in and out of my hole, my teeth grasp onto my lower lip as I tried to muffle my scream “Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers like a little slut?” hands swiping all over my pussy as he trusted the third finger, “Yes, yes please fuck me harder” my eyes rolled to the back of my head, mouth wide open, my legs unconsciously spreading wilder, “You're a freaking little slut, my fucking slut, is that understood?”

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.

I said, "I'll show you." I got off the couch, went back to my bedroom, and grabbed the iPad. I'd long since surfed away from what I'd been reading, so I navigated to the front page of the site and handed it to my sister. Her eyes went wide. "Erotic literature?" "It sounds fancier than it is," I said, "It's just dirty stories. Word smut. But it works for me. I guess it kind of gives me the best of both worlds. The stories are hot, but they also engage my imagination. I'm sorry. I hope this isn't creepy. Maybe I shouldn't have shown you this."

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."

I was wet; I knew I was, and so must he, so close to my swollen p*ssy. “Bring your fingers closer. Closer. Touch yourself. Touch that beautiful flower. Spread the petals, baby—spread them wide for me.” “But I’ll smudge it. I’ll smudge the paint.” “I’ll fix it if you do.” I followed Silver’s instructions, bringing one hand down to spread the petals of my swollen flower. “Touch yourself. With the other hand, bring your finger down and run it down your beautiful wet sl*t for me, darlin’.” It didn’t occur to me to object. I did as I was told, slicking a finger through the wet lips up to the edge of my pink painted cl*t. I shuddered at the touch, close—so close—to orgasm.

Garrick’s huge amount, overflowing my mouth, dripping. I swallowed all, licking lips. Finally, they faded to smoke, back to pages. I lay spent, body sore, holes gaping and cum-covered. Rain pattered on. I smiled weak, touching the mess. My fetish alive. Can’t wait for next time.

Her scent filled the air—a musky, dirty aroma of pent-up desire. "Look at this, Lucas. My wet pussy, all ready for you. You left me like this all day, you naughty slut. Now, dive in. Lick it like your life depends on it," she ordered, spreading her legs wider, exposing herself completely. Lucas moaned softly, bringing his face closer, inhaling her scent before touching. His hot breath brushed the sensitive skin, making Mariana arch her back slightly. "That's it, smell my sweaty cunt, feel how soaked I am because of your hard cock."