30 Sex Stories So Hot They’re Better Than Foreplay
Welcome to the randy reading renaissance.
Fact: In a simpler time—long before an unlimited amount of pornography flooded the Internet—it wasn’t unusual for people feeling frisky to read their porn. From the bodice-ripping sex stories of the 19th century to the modern-day Penthouse Forum, those looking to arouse themselves delighted in steamy reading that took them to far-off settings and scenes.
Today, we’re seeing a return to form of sorts. Thanks to sites like Bellesa, Lush Stories, Novel Trove, and, of course, the Porn Hub of sex stories, Literotica, a randy reading renaissance is thoroughly underway. Fiction, nonfiction, straight, gay, bisexual, transexual, interracial, BDSM, one-night stands, group sex, cheating, cuckolding, fetishes, fantasy (as in: You’re into foot stuff), fantasy (as in: You’re into, um, lightsabers), masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, big boobs, big dicks, MILFs and DILFs and GMILFs and GDILFS—just like the visual stimulation you’re used to, porny prose also has it all.
If, like video porn, you don’t even know where to begin, know that we’ve collected the 30 hottest stories from around the web—tales so scintillating, you’ll be in the mood before you even finish the first one. So if you ever want to turn off the visual, give any of these stories a read. (It should go without saying, but all text within is NSFW.) And for more piping hot stories, check out the 15 Best Free Literotica-Style Websites for Heating Up Your Reading.
She flicked off the lights and pushed him against the wall. A frame fell face down on the floor and shattered next to them. She didn’t allow him to take notice. She bit at his bottom lip, tugging his face, commanding him to follow her lead as she walked backwards down the hallway, deeper into the darkness, her darkness. And he, submitting to her bestial strength, simply weaved his fingers into the rust of her hair and bowed to her dominion. Like a lowly, unassuming insect, captivated by her hellfire glow.
Halfway down the hall, she slammed him back first into the wall again, harder than before — no frames there that time. She clawed at his chest under his shirt as she ate his kiss once more and bit down his neck; the groans he breathed out into the obscurity flinched sharply as her fangs grew less and less forgiving.
His buckle caught the flash of lamplight seeping in from somewhere outside as she tugged at the leather strap of his belt. She ran her fingers up and back down the front of his chest, back down to his waist, and unclasped his belt, plucking it from the loops with a single sliding pull. Feverishly, she tore his pants open and moved them, along with his boxers, down just enough to reveal his smug erection. With both palms on his board-firm chest, she smirked at him, kissed him once more, a little softer than before, and squatted down before him.
He held his dark girth in his hand, stroking it as he presented it to her. She swatted his hand away.
“No,” she snarled. “Don’t touch. That’s mine until I’m done with it.”
She picked his belt up from the floor and wrapped it around his wrists, binding his hands behind his back.
“You will touch me when I say so,” she said and kissed the corner of his dark lips.
She never let people tell her what to do. Never. But… today was about breaking rules, right?
She rested her palms against the glass and let his fingers resume their trail up her legs. She looked out at her coworkers, repeating to herself, they can’t see you. And she knew they couldn’t. It was a mirrored window and she knew no one could see in. But being able to see everyone else caused her adrenaline to spike. She was shaking with anticipation.
When his fingers pushed up against her panties, she felt the wetness of her desire soak into the fabric. He tucked his fingers under the wet fabric and between her throbbing lips. She gasped loudly and squirmed, but kept her hands on the glass.
“Yes,” he whispered into her ear. “I think maybe you do want me.”
“Yes,” she echoed as his fingers found her clit and massaged around it. He worked his other hand down the front of her shirt and into her bra, finding her nipple with ease and pulsing his finger and thumb to squeeze her nipple as he sped the rhythm of his fingers in her panties.
She was panting as the pressure built. There was so much danger of being caught, doing this in the middle of the day in the breakroom while everyone else was right outside the window.
Which only made it hotter.
“The Birthday Bash”
Once on the bed, she takes the lead. She moves in slowly towards you, looks back at her boyfriend for a moment, and kisses you softly on the lips. You start by making out with her. He is almost instantly hard. She kisses him. She kisses you again. She invites you guys to kiss each other. You realize she’s already in her underwear. She looks like a goddamn porn star.
You take off your own top. You help him remove his dumb plaid shirt. But you hold back to let her pilot you through this experience. It is her boyfriend after all, and you know that she can be pretty fierce and protective, especially when it comes to her man.
She teases him with her hands and her mouth through his boxers. He runs his hand through your hair. You look down as she shimmies his boxers right off his body and his erection springs back to point up at you. You’re a little shy at first, but your friend gives you a reassuring look. “It’s okay. Go for it.”
“The Night Crossing”
“You know the best way to warm up is for you to take your shirt off, too. Skin against skin,” Emma tilted her head back and nuzzled Rachel’s neck.
“You are insane.” Rachel’s embarrassment was hard to hide. Nonetheless, a twinge of excitement raced through her. She had never experienced this side of Emma. And while perplexing, there was an unexpected allure.
Both regularly dated men, with whom they had varying degrees of success. Never, though, had Emma hinted that she might be interested in anything more than a platonic relationship with Rachel. Or any other woman, for that matter. But maybe tonight, the chill, the fatigue, the Baltic air, and the whiskey was just the tonic to send Emma into a state that Rachel was beginning to feel would be hard to undo.
And so, despite her nagging apprehension, Rachel permitted herself to do what she could have never anticipated. She stripped off her sweater and t-shirt. Her body, thicker and more athletic than Emma’s, had always been a source of unhappiness for her. Tonight, though, an ocean away from home, she decided to embrace it all.
As she submitted, the hair on her arms bristled, and she wondered if it was the sharpness of the cold air or the feel of Emma’s soft warm skin on her body. While pondering the newness of it all, Rachel was ripped from her thoughts when the harsh glare of the florescent lights suddenly turned off and was replaced by tiny track lights that lined the corridor. Rachel glanced at her watch. It was 1:00. The silence of the hall and the protection of the shadowy light was all Rachel needed now.
The last of her worries faded and the sensations of her body took hold. A crescendo of excitement was growing inside of her. Emma’s skin against her body and her hips between her legs sent Rachel’s mind reeling.
“You feel nice,” Emma cooed, sinking deeper into Rachel.
Rachel pushed Emma’s long dark hair to one side and began rubbing her shoulders. She moaned with every new part of her back and shoulders that Rachel touched. Emma’s soft groans of relaxation only added to Rachel’s arousal. And now, Rachel allowed her feelings to go where they pleased.
As Rachel continued to caress Emma’s shoulders, Emma whispered, “That feels amazing. Thank you.” She reached back and took Rachel’s hands. “Your hands are so warm.” And then, “I want to feel them other places.” She cocked her head back and whispered her request into Rachel’s ear.
“Tease and Taste”
The sound of a match strike caught my attention and I opened my eyes to see Dan lighting candles around the bedroom. It cast a soft, warm glow, the flickering making dancing shadows on our skin.
Including Dan’s naked form.
I had always thought women’s bodies were beautiful and men’s bodies more utilitarian. I had never looked with desire on another man.
But Dan was toned and fit; his muscles moving with a grace I had not noticed before. He was hard and sticking straight out; I could not help but look at his shaved cock, nicely large with a big, bulbous pink head. Truthfully he was quite handsome naked.
Val looked up and noticed where my eyes were. She waved Dan over so he stood beside the bed, his cock within her reach.
She began to alternate between us, sucking one while stroking the other. She never rushed, always changing her technique moment to moment. She wasn’t just good, she was an artist.
“Three Times Lucky”
“What’s the R for?” I asked in an offhand way, hoping to convince her that I didn’t care all that much.
“Oh, that,” she drawled, then gave a soft laugh, turned her head to look over her shoulder like she’d forgotten it was there. “Dumb stuff you do when you’re young.”
Amalia sprawled on her stomach, naked save for the white sheet that had wrapped itself around one beautiful, tanned calf. Her loose dark hair slid over her shoulder and the perfectly executed R of a scar was gone.
I wanted to ask her what the initial stood for, but she looked at me through hooded eyes, and quirked her lips. As if she wanted it again. As if we hadn’t just fucked. My dick told my brain to shut up and stop using up so much blood so I could get hard again. Amalia wasn’t one of those women who would hang around long if you didn’t give her what she wanted. I was pretty sure of that.
Here I lay in silence, waiting, anticipating . . . listening for the sound of your slow, confident footsteps. As I wait I remember the last time. Was it an hour ago? Was it two? I try to sense the dryness in my mouth. But how dry is dry? And how long did it take it dry out the last time you wetted it?
Ah, you wetted it and I spat. I spat out the cum in proud insolence. I wanted you to know that I didn’t need your help . . . your pleasure . . . your favors. I saw the shadow cloud your face. Your eyes still bright with desire, yet cold with anger. Your dark eyes bored into my very soul and then you smiled and went to the foot of the bed.
I thought you would take the crop and thrash my quivering pussy. I thought that you would make me thank you for every lash as you had so many times before. I could hear my voice in the past screaming with each new sting of the lash and then yelling, “Thank you Master! Please Master, again.” A second lash, a second scream . . . “Thank you Master! Please Master, again.” But you didn’t pick up the crop.
Instead you stroked my pussy gently, planting the seed of fire. Your touch like the gentle breeze that makes the fire burn hotter and hotter, intensity building and flaring and then . . .
Back at the house Bill made us drinks and he and I sat on the sofa while Marnie sat in the chair across from us. I kicked off my new shoes complaining my feet were sore. At that point Bill knelt on the floor and started giving me a foot massage. Marnie said, “He never does that for me,” as she laughed.
Soon however, his hands left my feet and started working their way up my legs. They pushed my dress up and I opened my legs, exposing my pussy to both Bill and Marnie. Bill started licking my labia as his hands parted my lips, his tongue entered me.
I leaned back moaning in ecstasy. I watched as Marnie pulled up her dress and put her hand inside her panties as she watched her husband licking her neighbor’s wet pussy.
Bill was good. He buried his tongue deep inside me, then gave my labia long slow licks, as he repeated the process. He then started using his fingers to play with my clit. That sent me into my second orgasm of the evening.
Bill sat next to me and held me as we watched Marnie stand up and remove her dress. Smiling as she undid her bra and released her large breasts. They were stunning and sumptuous. She then slipped off her stockings and panties and walked over to us and hugged the two of us as we were hugging and kissed us both and returned to her seat. Bill and I watched as she opened her legs and began to finger herself in front of us.
She appeared to forget about me for a moment and stared at a point somewhere over my shoulder, then I saw her mouth soften and her lips part. “Oh, wow,” she said. My eyes narrowed and I turned to see what had inspired that reaction, discovering a blonde man and a woman with red hair leaning against the opening to our booth, kissing in a way that made me think they’d be looking for somewhere private pretty soon.
I noticed the man’s hand slide up his partner’s short skirt, the material bunching over his wrist and leaving her pink panties on display. His fingers swept around to the front and dipped into the elastic at the top of her thigh. The heat in the room seemed to climb a few degrees and I took a deep breath, holding it as I watched his hand begin to move.
I couldn’t believe they were doing this right here in front of us. Katie swore softly beside my ear. Nathan followed our line of sight, his eyes widening at the view. We watched in silence as the woman’s hips rocked against the man’s stroking fingers, both of them lost in their own world while the noise and activity continued on around them. The idea of doing something like this in a crowded place caused a rush of excitement inside me.
Katie’s hand moved higher on my thigh and my legs relaxed without me even being fully aware of the movement. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the couple. The woman tilted her hips and pushed closer to the man’s body. They were both so into each other they didn’t appear to notice or care that they had an audience.
I stole a quick glance at Nathan. His searing gaze sent warmth spreading through me. I looked back to the other man and noticed his fingers had picked up their pace. The woman’s hips ground against him as their kiss grew in intensity. I shifted in my seat, uncomfortably aroused, watching as she pulled her mouth free and pressed it against his throat.
Her chest moved with her heavy breaths. He looked to be struggling, too. His head lifted and he swept his gaze over their surroundings as if he’d only just realised they were in a public place. His attention suddenly came to rest on me and my heart thumped so hard I could feel it without even touching my chest. Kissing her had left his lower lip moist and swollen. A slight smile crossed his face as he watched me. Our gazes remained connected until the woman finally let out a strangled cry, coming with a shudder against his hand.
I could feel Katie’s breaths against my neck as the woman’s knees wobbled. The man wrapped his arm around her to hold her steady, then kissed her cheek and spoke to her in a voice so low the words were drowned out by the music. Although the urgency had faded, they indulged in another long kiss, then while my breaths were still coming quickly and my pulse continued to race, he took her by the hand and led her way.
I watched in stunned silence as a group of rowdy guys filled the space they’d vacated. They stood with their backs to us watching the action on the dance floor, effectively blocking off the exit and our view of the rest of the club.
The couple’s departure left me feeling restless and needing release. It had all felt so surreal that if my body hadn’t been telling me otherwise I would have been convinced it had never happened. Beneath the table my legs spread even further and Katie’s hand slid up the inside of my thigh, stroking my sensitive skin. I looked down in surprise to see it there.
“Fuck, that was hot,” she said. “Did that turn you on?”
Unable to speak, I nodded quickly and kept my eyes on her as she touched her lips to my hot cheek.
“Take your panties off,” she said.
– by Lisa
“Cuckolding My Husband”
Waking up first this morning, I quickly jump into the shower, wanting to make sure my husband watches me dress. When I get out of the shower, I’m dripping wet and wrapped in a towel. I come back into the bedroom and see Dale, my husband, on his phone. He, as he always does, is checking the news before starting his day.
“Good morning honey, sleep well?” I ask casually, dropping my towel on the end of the bed. My nipples harden instantly under the wash of air coming from overhead fan humming above me.
“Mmm, yes. Like a rock. I always sleep well when you make meatloaf the night before,” he smirks, looking up at me and admiring my naked body.
“I’ll keep that in mind. You know I’d cook more often if I didn’t work so late, dear,” I sigh, wishing I did indeed have more time.
“No one is stopping you. Quit your job and become a housewife. I don’t mind at all,” he repeats himself. This is a conversation we’ve had many times since we’ve gotten married. He makes more than enough to take care of us, but I was raised to work for what I want.
“Don’t start with me, Dale, please,” I sigh, heading towards the closet. I look through my wardrobe, searching for my knee length, pencil skirt. “Besides, if I did that, I’d have to start fucking the milk man, or the paper boy,” I giggle.
“Hey, no issues by me, as long as I can watch,” he laughs with me. I know how serious he is. However, he has no idea what is in store for him later in the evening.
Pink bubblegum rolls on my tongue as I walk along the black asphalt that’s still steaming from the warm August rain. I can feel it wet along the edges of my toes as they push forward in my white stiletto sandals, the leather damp and just beginning to stretch. The moisture is everywhere and the humidity is high. It’s under my skin. The back of my neck is hot under the weight of my long blonde hair that’s quickly losing its glossy perfection and becoming tousled and wavy. It’s that just-fucked calling card that makes people take a second glance at me as I turn the corner onto your street. But I haven’t been fucked. Not just yet.
Still, maybe they’re noticing the flush in my cheeks, the vague smear of anticipation and lusty rush of arousal in my eyes. Maybe it’s the way I’m walking, taking the opportunity to press my thighs together as I slow my pace so that I can feel the deep throb right down in my core. I’m even enjoying the way the white boyshort panties ride tightly against the curve of my slit. They’re cut high over the apple bottom swell of my ass and I feel the warm night breeze under the short hem of my skirt. The snug crotch of the panties is nestled firmly in between my swollen pussy lips, rubbing back and forth against my clit as I walk, teasing me and keeping me constantly aware of my own sexuality.
Inspired, I reach into my tiny purse, finding my cell phone before ducking in between two buildings. The alleyway is dark and wet and altogether unsavory but I don’t care. I lean against the dirty wall and push the phone under my skirt, pulling the soaked fabric of my panties aside to expose my wet snatch for the lens. I hear the click of the camera as I slowly blow a bubble with my gum, taking a few more shots as I slide my fingers along the silky smooth wet lips. I push a finger or two inside, feeling the familiar hot warm gush of anticipation and the way my pussy pulses eagerly around my fingers like a carnivorous little flower greedily sucking my fingers. The bubble pops as I decide on the best picture to send you. When I’m satisfied, I attach it to a quick text that’s right to the point.
‘Your slut cums in five.’
“Leave your purse here,” Neil murmured. “No phones.”
I frowned. “What? Why not?”
“No cameras,” he said, as though it was obvious. “Hey, put your mask on.”
No cameras? I fumbled with the mask as he slipped out of the car and came around to open my door. He held out his hand and I took it unthinkingly as we walked up towards the French limestone mansion.
No phones? Masks? I looked back towards the car but it had disappeared. Neil’s hand felt reassuringly warm but unease filtered through me.
A guy in a tux and a woman in a cocktail dress worked the door. Neil seemed to know them and we walked in unhindered. The swell of music welcomed us. My mask wasn’t sitting right and I had half a mind to take it off but as I reached up to touch it, my hand froze. Immediately in front of me, two girls wearing bunny ears and nothing else were making out and fingering one another urgently.
“What the fuck?”
I seemed to be the only one shocked by the display. People watched interestedly.My eyes darted around the room. Almost everyone had a mask on and the level of nudity was shocking. Women wandered around in lingerie.I felt thoroughly overdressed. Everyone was indecently attractive.
Everything suddenly made sense. More fun. Masks. No phones.
We were at a sex party.
“Twin Extra Long”
Heather and Mark had arrived back from a party. They stumbled into the room and fell onto her bed not noticing that I was there. Too tired to say anything, I just turned up my music and pulled my headphones on tighter. I thought I’d just fall asleep, but hearing the bed creaking over my music curiosity got the better of me. I rolled over and started to watch.
Heather had pulled off her clothes and was undoing Mark’s pants. She yanked them down, and pushed him back onto her bed. She climbed on top of him and straddling him, lowered herself onto his very hard thick cock. She started to ride him up and down, while rolling her hips back and forth. Taking his hands, she placed them on her bouncing tits. Rolling her nipples back and forth between his fingers and tugging on her breasts, he thrust up into her over and over again as Heather threw her head back moaning loudly.
Watching them had an effect on me I hadn’t expected. I found one of my hands traveling up to lazily play with my nipples. My other hand slowly rubbing the lips of my pussy, feeling myself beginning to get wet.
After some time had passed Heather climaxed loudly. Leaning forward she started biting Mark’s nipples growling at him to cum inside of her. From the sounds he made I could tell he did as he was told. They both then collapsed on the bed and laying together their legs entwined, fell asleep.
Finding myself still aroused, I slid two fingers into my very wet pussy. Using my other hand I rubbed my clit and came several times; the picture of Heather on top of Mark etched into my brain.
The next morning I got up early and left before they awoke. Heather and I never talked about it although the same thing did happen from time to time during the semester.
One night a few months later I arrived back to our dorm to find Heather sitting on what was left of her bed. There was splintered wood everywhere. Her mattress was on the floor covered in debris. She told me she and Mark had been goofing around. Jumping on the bed when the whole thing just collapsed. He had left leaving her to clean it up.
I went over and tried helping her. We soon realized we were both a little too drunk. We weren’t going to get anything done that night.
Laughing I told her, “You can sleep with me tonight. Tomorrow we’ll figure out what to do.”
“Wife Shows Her Sexual Freedom to a Friend”
Just as they left Carrie said, “Amy, what are you doing?”
“Having fun,” Amy replied excitedly.
“What about Mark?”
Amy bit her lip for a moment and smiled. Then she confessed to Carrie, “Mark said I could come out and have fun. As long as I told him all about it.”
“And he’s okay with you kissing strangers?”
Amy nodded then followed up with, “He gets turned on when I tell him about my past experiences and said he thinks about me with my past men a lot. He loves the thought that I am out like this.”
Carrie eyes conveyed a bit of shock and jealousy. “I need to find a man like Mark,” Carrie sighed.
After a few more drinks and as many rejections by Amy of men who approached her, the club situation shifted into a higher gear. Amy and Carrie strolled around the club’s many areas and saw a variety of couples progressing further along the sexual spectrum. Woman were rubbing the hard cocks of men through their pants as they kissed them, and men were slipping their hands under the tops, skirts, and dresses of women. Then they ran into the hot dark haired man Amy had spotted at the beginning of the night.
“A Vulnerable Housewife – Chapter 2”
I held Tom’s arm as he escorted me through the hotel lobby. He waited until we were on the elevator before thanking me.
“Connie, I do not know how to thank you enough. You saved the company tonight.”
“I was glad to do it. And I really didn’t do anything. I just flirted with him, made him feel like a Don Juan, and rubbed myself against him on the dance floor.”
“No it was much more. I was really worried about losing this account. But when I saw you on the dance floor with him, I was worried that you were going to get pressured to do something more, something I would not want you to do.”
“Tom, I told you, I can be persuasive. I knew just how far to push him where I could still extricate myself. I wasn’t going to let this get out of hand.”
Tom nodded and smiled.
He walked me to my door, and watched me enter my room.
Upon entering my room, I saw that we had left the doors connecting the adjoining rooms open. I stood there staring at the open door leading to Tom’s room.
I heard him enter his room, and approach the open door. “I guess I should close this, huh?”
I took a deep breath. My heart was pounding in my chest as I heard myself utter the words, “You can leave it open if you want.”
I felt myself blush at my boldness. Tom was my boss, and my father’s friend. I was a married woman. What was I thinking?
“You want me to leave it open?” Tom asked nervously. He was making sure he understood what I was saying.
Perhaps it was the three glasses of chardonnay and the two mojitos, or perhaps it was the fact that my husband had not touched me intimately in over three months, but I was very attracted to Tom at this moment. I did not want this evening to end. I did not want to be alone.
“I think you still owe me a dance, remember?”
He smiled and replied, “I do remember something about that.”
“The Little Black Choker”
I walked him to the door. We hugged and kissed goodnight. I loved the feeling of being naked and kissing a fully clothed man.
“Maybe I should stay a little longer,” he said holding a breast and sucking on my nipple.
I pushed him out the door and went into the bathroom to shower.
After getting the water temperature perfect I stepped in to the flow of soothing water, letting it envelop my body. I love the feeling of the warm water cascading through my hair, following the curve of my back, and curling around my ass as it dribbles away from my pussy.
My old fantasy of joining a swingers club started to return. Were they really like I imagined? Groups of beautiful naked bodies twisting and cavorting in ecstasy? Strangers staring at my body with desire and probing me with their fingers among other things?
I shifted my stance in the shower changing the warm flow. The path now took the water mostly down my front ending with the water dripping off my hard nipples. I loaded my puff with bath lotion and started slowly caressing myself, lost in fantasy.
I imagined that two way mirrors hid club members from my view as they watched me showering. I gently tugged on my hard soapy nipples.
I felt their eyes on me. I was sure they were naked too and becoming as aroused as I was. I started to lather my pussy. It felt so good as I leaned back into the warm tile wall. My left hand was massaging my lips as my right hand tugged at my nipples.
One by one, my fingers started to penetrate me, curling up to my g-spot. Oh my god, I loved this so much.
Slotting the disc into the computer, I waited for something to happen. Dane played with my hair, kissed my shoulder, made me laugh when he said, “Would you tell your wobbly ass to quit making my dick hard, please?”
I wriggled on purpose, squashing my cheeks against his burgeoning cock. He responded by grabbing my tits, thrusting forward and making ridiculously fake sex sounds. I joined in and we laughed, until we heard a soft, feminine giggle.
My head whipped around, my eyes found the screen. I stared, nipples still between Dane’s fingers, stunned by what I was seeing. Louise and Robin on a bed that was almost identical to the one behind me, both naked and shaking their tits at the camera.
“This is for you, Crystal,” Louise sang. “We know you’re too proper for porn, but we thought you might feel different about porn made just for you.”
I wanted to turn it off. To snap the disc into a million pieces and mail it back to the shit stirrers who had sent it. But I couldn’t, because Louise was playing with Robin’s nipples and I was mesmerised. I watched her plump lips wrap around a rosy bud, sucking, licking, baring her teeth and stretching it until Robin spasmed.
Dane was silent behind me, and I wondered how this made him feel. Watching the two of them touching each other, seeing how they moved, and how they sounded. Did it turn him on? Of course it did, how could it not? Both women were stunning, there was no escaping that.
We met freshman year and got along with each other right away. We had a couple classes together and found ourselves hanging out a lot. One day we were talking and she just groaned and announced that she needed to get laid. I laughed and asked her about her boyfriend who went to another school a couple hours away. She said that she needed something closer and ASAP! Then she looked at me and simply asked if I ate pussy. This was in the student center, by the way. Needless to say, we were back in her room 10 minutes later.
We became roommates sophomore year, and our room became the nudist room fairly quickly. Everyone was welcome, but everyone had to get naked. And group sex was very common in that room.
One day, just before Thanksgiving, I was in our room studying with a guy named Brad. Samantha was in class for a couple hours, so Brad and I started fooling around.
About the time that my shirt and bra were off, and Brad was sitting on the bed with his cock in my mouth, I heard the door open, and Brad started squirming to get me to stop. I held onto him and looked up to see Samantha standing in the doorway.
She proceeded to undress as she told us that her professor never showed up, so everyone left. Needless to say, Brad was a bit surprised. I laughed and told him to relax. I explained that we usually went naked in our room. Then I went back to giving him head.
Samantha then told him that he wasn’t the first naked guy in our room either, nor the first college threesome we have been in. She sat down next to Brad and started talking about how she loved watching me suck cock. She then asked if she could have a taste.
– by Lola
“Husband Watches Me (Wife) Hook Up with Complete Stranger”
So we decided it would be hotter if he was to catch us in the act, so he went to a strip club to get warmed up while I meet my friends for drinks. I promised him I’d text him when we were on the way to the house, and we let him know by sending a pic of my friend in his driver’s seat with his cock in my mouth. I knew I wanted him to last and make my husband watch as long as I could, so I sucked him off in the parking lot of the bar and made sure I swallowed every drop of cum before we headed to my house.
I stroked his cock all the way home, and by the time we pulled up in the driveway he was hard as a rock. We decided to strip and jump in the pool to mess around, knowing my husband would be home any time. He laid me out on the steps and buried his face between my legs, licking and sucking my clit so hard I was almost convulsing. He pulled his head up to let me know we had a visitor, and I turned around and saw my husband’s face watching us through the window. I knew he was probably already jerking off, so I grabbed my friend’s head, shoved it back down to my pussy and started grinding against his beard as he tongue fucked me. I came loud and hard, and when I was done he stood up, grabbed my arm and dragged me inside.
“I moved in with my pretty sex-crazed girlfriend”
Having my clit stimulated has always been way better for me than penetration. I love to be rubbed and fondled and licked. But she loved to be penetrated. Banged. Fucked, really. She’d never been with a guy at all. Never on a date, never kissed a guy or anything. But she loved to get fucked really hard. When I would touch her pussy after a few seconds of “warm up” she’d be reaching down and trying to push my fingers inside her. I liked how wet she got. I got addicted to the feeling of making a girl all crazy with arousal. No wonder guys are such insatiable sex hounds! Having a girl panting and making sexy noises and wiggling around under your touches is fucking incredible.
That feeling was amazing. I got more satisfaction out of getting Steph than I did from whatever she did to me after a while. Steph’s pussy was so tiny. She had the sweetest little innie. You couldn’t see her lips at all until she was totally spread open. They were really thin and light pink. She was always perfectly groomed – soft dark hair on top and silky smooth all around. I loved teasing her little lips open. I’d push her legs way apart and I’d do really gentle strokes from bottom to top. Adding the slightest amount of pressure to start spreading her open like flower petals. She would get sooo wet. A few little strokes with one finger like that and I’d feel the slickness dripping from her. My favorite thing was to try to get her so worked up and wet that her honey would actually drip down and disappear between the cheeks of her ass.
– by Lisa
“Would you like ketchup with that?”
Please drive up to the window,” she announced as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Show me. I repeated the words silently as I pulled up, forced to look slightly up at her, noting how perfect her vantage point was.
“Ketchup?” she asked, but from the way she smirked, her brows forming questions, I knew that wasn’t all she was asking. I could, of course, just take my meal and drive off, but something told me that, if I did, our little game was over, and I didn’t want it to end. I wanted — needed — to find out how far she was willing to take it, to be honest. Feeling my face heat up under her subtle scrutiny, I slowly pulled the hem of my skirt up my thighs until she had a good view of my naked, obviously drenched, pussy. I was so wet, in fact, that I could feel my arousal pooling under my bare ass. Humiliation burned in my cheeks. I shook, my heart pounding against my ribs. I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding my breath until I started feeling a little light headed. That’s when she nodded and dropped a pair of red packets in with my meal as well as the receipt.
“Have a beautiful day,” she said with a smile, licking her lips slowly as I drove slowly off, my skirt still raised, my pussy exposed. This time I didn’t even make it to home. This time I played with myself at every red light, unable to keep from an earth shattering orgasm half a block from my home. Not the first of the night, either, but certainly the best.
And, once again, she’d left me a note, short and sweet and to the point.
I want to watch you cum.
Your pillows smell of you.
Sliding my hand between them, I’m delighted when I detect a pocket of lingering warmth. I cling to it, push my face into the soft fabric, breathing you in and pausing between each exhalation to stop my nose getting used to your scent too quickly.
I’m still sleepy, lonely and cold, but I’m feeling something else now, too. What follows always begins with the lightest touch. Barely there brushes over a soft, flat nipple. My eyes are closed and I’m thinking about you as I breathe in the scent that is all you. Your smile. The sound of your laugh. That glint you get in your eyes when your mind strays from whatever mundane task you’re performing to something involving sex.
With those few strokes and a few innocent thoughts of you, my nipples are both hard. And I choose to ignore them, just for a moment. Instead, I stroke my chest. My collar bones. Trip the tips of my fingers up the side of my neck, just the way you do. It doesn’t feel the same, but it still feels good. So does running my hand through my hair, brushing my thumb over my bottom lip, taking my fingers into my mouth and sucking.
When I start to think about sucking your cock, I realise my hips are moving. I burrow further into the bed, leaving saliva trails on my chest as I reach for my nipples. The wetness makes them ache for your mouth. You have this way of holding them between your teeth while your tongue rolls across them that makes my toes curl. I nip, roll and squeeze, trying to make myself feel all those things you make me feel.
“The Riley Boy”
“I’ve been thinking about this for days.” Benji nearly growled the words, his biceps flexing strongly as he leaned in further and rubbed his bare chest to Marissa’s tight top. He nipped at her earlobe, drawing a surprised gasp from her. “I know you want this, too.”
Marissa’s head was swimming. The desire to take what was being offered was so great, and yet her conscience was still trying to make an argument against it. Squirming against Benji, she uttered a quiet mewl and said, “God. Shit, Benji…” She gasped again, this time as his mouth lay claim to her throat. His teeth nipped and his tongue licked at her dewy skin. Marissa moaned and tilted her head, baring her neck to his ministrations. “We shouldn’t. It’s not right… fuck!” Benji’s hands were on her thighs, his fingers trailing slowly up.
“Spread your legs, Mrs. Weiss,” he commanded, and Marissa obeyed. She was breathing so fast, it was making her dizzy; or maybe it was the crushing arousal streaking through her body. Benji’s fingers continued up, and Marissa remembered that she had quite purposefully not worn underwear. Her thighs just below the apex were already slicked with her juices, and when Benji’s fingers found nothing but bare, naked, wet flesh beneath her shorts, he chuckled and growled his approval.
Marissa suddenly couldn’t breathe. His fingers were just lingering, the tips teasing her inflamed lips, spreading her generous fluids up and around her vulva. She jumped and gasped when he so innocently flicked his finger over her tender nub, then heard an inhaled “ohh” when he found the piercing, whimpering as he pinched and tugged at it.
“You’re so naughty, Mrs. Weiss. No panties and a piercing?” Benji’s hand cupped Marissa’s chin, tilting her face so he could look in her eyes, then at her mouth and back up. Marissa was entirely under his spell, her lips parted, tongue darting out to moisten her tingling lips. Benji leaned in, his lips grazing hers as he whispered, “You’re such a gorgeous slut, Mrs. Weiss.” He bit her lower lip, tugged, and as Marissa panted a moan, he took her lips in a devastatingly drugging kiss, while his fingers continued to tease and torment her pussy.
“The Cam Girl”
‘Ever since I saw you on that subway station, I’ve wanted to kiss you.’ He whispered, never breaking eye contact with her beautiful blue gaze. ‘And everything you’ve said and done since has only made me want to be around you even more. This secret doesn’t change that.’
There was a quick succession of images on Mackenzie’s face. Surprise turned into delight, and just as quickly turned into the feral determination. Before he had time to process these changes, she pounced on him, smashing her lips against his and clawing at his hair with her fingers.
Her tongue made its way inside his mouth, and Jarno was quick to react, letting his body go into autopilot, as he pressed the beautiful girl to his body using his arms on her lower back. Mackenzie had her knees on the couch whilst he was sitting, which meant she was standing higher than him, her hair cascading down to cover their faces.
The small hands that were in his hair switched to unbutton his shirt with haste. As soon as his torso was exposed, Mackenzie made a point of flattening her hand against his muscled abdomen. Jarno felt her moan against his mouth. Then he was pushed back onto the couch armrest.
‘Hey!’ He complained, fearing he’d fallen off for a moment.
Mackenzie just grinned mischievously. Never looking away from him, she removed his shoes and socks, before pulling on his pants. Then, in one swift movement, she uncovered his penis by pulling his briefs down. They both gasped, due to the sheer excitement they were feeling.
Jarno could see the young woman lick her lips hungrily whilst looking at his stiff member, before going on all fours in front of it. The view of her heart shaped butt covered by her dress, as well as the ample cleavage and her piercing gaze, coupled with Mackenzie’s hot breath over his cock nearly made Jarno come there and then.
Stroking my hand down her body, I grab mounds of flesh. I squeeze her rippling belly, nip her podgy hips, revelling in how lovely she feels. As a rule, I love all bodies equally, but there’s something exciting about rounder ones. They move differently, make noises that more streamlined bodies don’t.
When I reach that black pubic hair, I take a handful. It’s damp, some of it warm, some cold. I know the cold is probably DJ’s come and that fucking inflames me. Massaging it in, I part those thick labia with my fingers, mash them around in hot, wet skin. I can hear the squelching already, and Nicola’s panting, too.
She’s a noisy one when she comes, so I make sure I have a hand free to cover her mouth when she starts. And then, curling two fingers, I sink them inside her. I don’t waste any time playing with her. The longer I fuck about the more likely she’ll wake DJ. Besides, she doesn’t need priming, she’s ready for me.
I close my eyes, letting myself concentrate on my favourite thing in the world. Gender doesn’t matter to me and never has. I’ll fuck anybody, anywhere. I love sex, love having my cock sucked, my ass fucked, and I love sucking cocks, fucking asses and eating pussy. But my favourite thing of all isn’t having my cock buried in someone, but my fingers.
Feeling bumps, ridges, ripples and patterns on my fingertips drives me wild. Everyone feels different. Some bodies are tight, some not, some are wet, others dry, soft, rough… They all behave differently, too. DJ’s ass had clamped around my fingers, and now Nicola’s cunt is doing the same thing.
“FUCK ME!” she continued to wail as she slammed into me time and time again. I reached for her large gorgeous tit and pinched the proud nipple standing erect. The painful sensation caused her to arch her back as she rode me cowgirl style. The sobs of ecstasy emanating from her were exciting me and I could feel the stirrings beginning in my loins.
Without warning, I suddenly rolled her off me and followed through the motion until I was screwing her missionary style, all without missing a beat. Ignoring her pleas to be gentle I mercilessly fucked her. My cock was sliding in and out of her tight pussy.
She signaled her approval by wrapping her long muscular legs around me cradling my body. Her hands went around my neck and she stared into my eyes as I kept fucking her. Those large sensual brown eyes peering into my soul as we rocked away. It was almost enough for me to forget the lie those wonderful eyes told.
To keep from dwelling on that, I closed my eyes, as I thrust into her body, my testicles rapidly slapping against her ass. Her moans of pleasure drifted up to me. It was another inducement to follow the laws of nature and climax. Spill my seed into this lovely creature and impregnate her. Have this woman as my helpmate, my partner, my lover, my wife, the mother of my children. All the variables of life as simplified into one simple equation: a man and a woman and life.
The fantasy excited me as I went into the end stage of our love making. A few more thrusts and I would be finished. She could tell that I was due and begged me to come in ever increasing cries. The volume of her voice began increasing as well.
Then in a well-ordered fashion, I reached my zenith and I could hold back no longer. I roared as I slammed into her a final time and my sperm shot out of my cock violently. I held my position as another stream followed, and then, another. She screamed in a climax as her body convulsed. I kept spurting until I couldn’t spurt again and collapse on top of her.
– by Oshaw
“The Most Valuable Gift”
He caught up to her and followed her out of the nightclub. They entered the elevator and she pressed the button for the 15th floor. They went down three stories, the door opened and she stepped out. Ed followed with a puzzled expression. She pulled a room key card from her clutch purse and opened the door of room 1510. She looked back and took Ed’s hand, pulling him gently into the room.
When the door closed behind them she touched a wall switch and a gentle light came up in the room down a small hallway. In the dim light in the hall Ed saw Rachel looking up at his face. “I’m sorry Tristan treated you like that.”
He just shook his head and his eyes watched her lips. “I want to kiss you.”
She smiled and he stepped forward to press himself against her body. All night he’d been wanting to do this. She tilted her head up and his lips gently pressed against hers. He sighed at how soft her mouth was against his. He stroked his bottom lip across hers and felt her breath catch. He stroked her mouth with his once more and Rachel moaned at his sensual touch. He lifted his hands and stroked the sides of her exposed neck. A shiver went through her body and she gasped. Then her tongue was in his mouth and Ed felt his body become lighter as his skin prickled with electricity. He moved his hands to her back and allowed them to slide down the silky fabric towards the curves of her ass.
Rachel’s arms tightened their grip on him as she felt his hands descend. When he squeezed her ass she moaned into his mouth and kissed him almost feverishly. She missed his hands sliding up to undo the zipper on her dress until it began to slide down her body. She caught it before it fell off and pulled back from his lips with a grin.
“Cheeky fellow!” she grinned then gasped as he moved his mouth to her neck.
He felt her pulse racing under his lips as he kissed his way down the soft skin.
Moaning she let her dress fall as she moved her hands to the buttons of his shirt.
Ed pulled back to gaze in wonder at her bounty being supported by a demi cup bra. The cups barely contained her. He placed his hands under her tits and lifted them reverently. Her nipples appeared over the edges of the cups. He immediately sucked one into his mouth and Rachel cried out in bliss from the intense sensations. He gently squeezed and tugged on the second nipple as he stroked the first roughly with his tongue.
Rachel clutched at his head and pulled him tighter against her tit, threatening to suffocate him in her soft flesh.
Ed was tenting his pants painfully so he moved his hands down to undo his pants. She pushed his jacket back over his shoulders and tugged his bow tie loose. Then off went his shirt as he dropped his pants.
She needed him, now! She grabbed his hand and moved them out of the hallway into the bedroom proper. They tugged the rest of their clothes off, dropping them at their feet, and she pulled the comforter from the bed. Ed dragged her onto the bed and worshipped her tits with his mouth and hands until she was squirming with desire.
Then he moved lower. The heat coming from her pussy was intense and he dipped his tongue into her juices as she cried out, holding his head against her.
“Edward! Please! I need you inside me! Please!” she gasped as she pushed his head away from her sex.
The second session began the same as the first. Dr. Kaur brought me into the same room with the TV monitor and attached all the same sensors she had previously. Then she pressed the button and left the room.
The progression of clips followed a similar pattern as the first session, starting with clips of women dancing, followed by women pleasuring themselves, and eventually full sex scenes. The difference was that all of the stuff I had clicked through quickly in the prior session was gone. There were no artificial-looking bimbos in high heels, no girls with lots of tattoos or piercings, no lesbian scenes. They’d clearly taken my preferences into account in selecting these scenes. But because every clip was closer to my liking, I allowed myself to be more picky. I clicked relatively quickly through clips I would have lingered on during the prior session, trying to find the ones that were just right, the girls who were particularly captivating. Several of the clips were incredibly hot, featuring gorgeous but realistic-looking women engaged in genuinely passionate sex. I watched those in their entirety. Eventually, the clips ventured into new territory: threesomes of varying combinations, interracial scenes, anal sex, and even a gang bang scene. Of those, I spent the most time watching the threesome scenes featuring two women and a man, a couple of which were quite well done.
At about the 45 minute mark, a clip came on that was shot from the point of view of a man receiving a blow job. A beautiful girl, with huge brown eyes and a devilish smile was slowly sucking the man’s cock, her eyes looking directly into the camera. After a few seconds of sucking, she would let his cock fall out of her mouth, but would continue slowly stroking it with her hand while looking directly into the camera. She would smile and occasionally say something dirty. There was something so intimate about it. She was teasing him, taking him right up to the edge of climax but not past it. There was nothing hurried. She was drawing the pleasure out. I was so turned on that I threw my gown to the floor and stood naked.
Eventually, after another round of slow suction, she let him have his release, on her terms. She held his cock up to her cheek and stroked him just enough, never relinquishing eye contact. Cum burst from the tip of his cock like a geyser, glancing against her cheek before falling back onto his stomach. That was what pushed me over the edge. I shot my load into my balled up gown.
“Straight to… Straight?”
Another girl showed up beside the first. Equally beautiful, with diametrically different looks. Blonde, short, stacked, round in all the right places, compared to the long, lean brunette.
The new girl looked up at me. “Don’t I know you?”
I shrugged. “Same campus I guess.”
“No, I definitely know you. Biology?” she asked, squinting at me.
I remembered her now. “Last semester, Bio 143, morning session.”
Her eyes lit up. “Oh yeah! You were the TA!” I remembered her very well, once she’d spoken. The little hussy had come on to me, trying to better her grades. Came on strong. No way I was going to let a little pussy ruin my schooling and career. Even if it was prime, grade A.
She pulled the door open, “Come on in. You’re really looking for a place?”
The brunette turned on her. “No way, Ashley. You know the rules. The last thing we need is some testosterone laden jerk living here.”
“Chill Heather. It’s cool. He’s gay.”
Gay? What the fuck. Where did she get off telling someone I was gay? Just ’cause I didn’t want to . . .
Heather, the brunette, looked me up and down like a piece of meat. “You sure?”
Ashley grabbed my hand and dragged me into the building. “Of course. I mean, just look at him. Tan, manscaped, dressed like that. How obvious does he have to be? Hell, two of the girls in class told me about him, when I said I was going to get him to raise my grades, you know, with a little barter. I couldn’t even get him hard.”
Damn of course not! I was shitting my pants, that someone might walk in on us. She had taken her shirt off moments after entering my office, asking me what it was going to take. I’d almost run from the room when she had grabbed my crotch.
At the end of his instructions the man looked at her, his face in earnest, tacitly asking if she were interested. The man once again assured her that he had no interest in intercourse or any of the wonderful copulations that exist between a man and a woman. He simply wanted to look at her naked body as she read to him.
Elery was mulling over the request, her tongue between her teeth in uncertain, but intrigued hesitation. The proposition was free of any conflicts of conscience and Elery, having been without any sort of human interaction with regard to the sensual these past months, warmed to the idea. Fingers absently twisting the thin straps of her purse, she then asked, “Where is the bathroom?”
“Do you need to use the bathroom?” The man asked.
“No, I need to get undressed,” Elery found her mouth speaking for her.
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