1950s Erotica Novels & Stories

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

The man on the call matched her rhythm, fist moving faster along his length, but he never spoke. Emily’s breathing grew uneven. She added a third finger and spread them, letting the camera catch the stretch. Clear fluid coated her knuckles. She pulled her fingers out, held them up to the lens so he could see the shine, then brought them back down and rubbed her clit again with firmer pressure. “That’s it,” she murmured. “Keep stroking that big dick for me. Don’t stop.” The man obeyed without a word, his hand a blur now, hips shifting in his chair. Emily’s thighs began to tremble. She worked herself faster, chasing the building heat, breasts rising and falling with every short breath.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

Elena pressed one finger inside me, slowly and carefully. “Oh… Fuck.” I moaned. “That’s it,” she murmured. “Let me in.” She added a second finger, stretching me further. The burn was sharp at first, then melted into something hot and overwhelming. Elena pumped her fingers slowly, twisting and curling, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. My cock leaked steadily onto the desk, my moans growing louder. “Oh fuck, Elena.” When she pulled her fingers out, I almost protested. Then I heard the soft sound of her stepping into something. I glanced back and saw the black strap-on she had taken from the drawer, the thick silicone cock. Elena coated it with more lube, her eyes locked on mine.

Her pussy was dripping, milky, swollen, and gleaming, and the pink folds were calling me so bad. “Come here.” She beckoned to me with just two fingers. I shuffled forward on my knees while the prostate massager dragged inside me with every movement. The vibrator strapped to my cock buzzed in low, mean pulses. The clamps on my nipples swayed right to left. When I reached her, she threaded her fingers into my wet hair, gripped, and pulled my mouth straight onto her pink pussy. "Work." That was all I needed to hear before I aligned my head to her cunt to sniff her heavenly scent in a long breath and then opened my mouth, latched my tongue on her wet fold, and dragged from down to up the little

Both girls' asses jiggled and reddened under my hands. "God, yes, alternate like that," Lila panted, her pussy clenching around my cock every time I switched back. "Fuck Emma's virgin hole then come wreck mine. We're both your dirty little daughters, Dad. Use our pussies." Emma joined in, her voice breaking with pleasure. "Please, Dad, don't stop switching. My pussy feels so empty without your thick cock. Fuck me faster, slap me more!" I kept the rhythm going, pounding Lila from behind until her juices ran down her thighs, then thrusting deep into Emma's spread legs on the desk, my cock coated in their mixed wetness.

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

ARC 27: VELVET CUFFS TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit taboo erotica, public risk, under-table foot play, bathroom sex, rough oral, forced deepthroating, degradation, CNC elements and graphic sexual content.. Mature readers only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark fiction ------- Kailani's pov Sarah's hands digs into my side for the hundredth time this evening trying to get my attention But I can’t tear my eyes off the corner where Red is practically fucking that girl in front of everyone.

What the hell kind of stuff did my dad write about? Inside that folder were literally dozens of documents. My hands were shaking as I slowly scrolled through them, reading the names of the files. It quickly dawned on me that this was not just any erotica. Every single title seemed to hint at some sort of "taboo" erotica. Maybe they were just like the one I had read the night before, about the owner's son and the intern. That was considered "forbidden" in many work environments. But no. These seemed different somehow. I finally chose one called "After School" and opened it.

“We are watching a damn kids’ movie!” “NO!” I snapped as color drained from my face at the thought of her implications. My stomach churned at how disgusting that would be. I would never live with myself if that were true. I might be a perv, but definitely not a pedo. “Haven’t it occurred to you that there could be other reasons for my erection?” “Which is?”