1950s Erotica Novelas e Histórias

He bucked his hips into my hand. "You like that?" he growled. "Like feeling how hard you make my cock?" "Yes," I said, squeezing him tighter. "I want it now." He yanked my dress up to my waist fast. My black lace panties were dark and wet. His fingers hooked the edge and slid under. He found my swollen clit and rubbed slow circles. "So wet," he said, voice thick. "Your pussy is dripping for a stranger. Begging for my cock already." I whimpered and my head fell back against the door with a thud. "Don't stop... please."

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

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

“My after-class project. My desperate little slut who traded her dignity for a letter on a page.” His words were filth, and they poured over her like hot oil, searing her shame and transforming it into fuel. Her climax built with terrifying speed, coiling from the very brutality of his fucking. She was sobbing, pleading, begging for it, for him, for the oblivion he offered. “Please…” “Come for me, Elara,” he commanded, his own control fraying, his thrusts becoming wild, uncoordinated. “Come on your professor’s desk. Show me you accept your terms.”

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

They were also filthy rich and were amongst the top 10 list of most eligible, rich and youngest bachelor in town. Every lady craved them and constantly threw themselves at their feets. I wondered why, until, I caught Killian, during the company's 10th year anniversary party in the restroom, using just his finger to make Brittany, a fellow worker cum like crazy. Her legs were literally shaking, tears rolling down her cheeks as his fingers pumped into her hard. Afterwards, he made her kneel and suck his cock. Killian fucked her throat hard, gripping her neck tightly till she couldn't breathe and was coughing badly.

My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion. I pushed off Dante one more time, another fountain of my release spraying so far it almost cleared the bed. I was beyond gone. I sank back down, gripping Kael’s length to stroke him while Jax grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept his hand on my throat, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity. "You like being our little secret, don't you, Ariel? You like being the family slut."

Just thinking about that huge dick made my pussy throb and leak through my silk panties. Ever since I turned Forty-five years old, I had to try harder to stay fit with yoga, but my husband Richard has been useless in bed for years. He always complained about not having enough strength to keep up with my high libido. I had always had high sexual hunger that never goes away. I needed that young blood energy. I needed a big dick to fill the hole Richard left empty. I wanted to feel a real man inside me, stretching me and making me scream. It was Emily's birthday tomorrow and Leo and I had planned to go shopping for her birthday gift.

Her high-pitched moans echoed beautifully in the quiet office. This was exactly what Mira lacked. The woman in front of me didn’t care about pride or dignity. Right now, Sandra belonged entirely to me, acting like nothing more than a bitch in heat. “I’m cumming,” she gasped, the wet, friction-filled sounds of her body filling the room. “Yes, give it to me, baby,” I growled, leaning up to bite hard on her earlobe. I drove my fingers in deeper, curling them upward. With one last, hard thrust of my hand, Sandra shuddered violently, her body tightening as she emptied her wetness all over my fingers.

He stood between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers, a mix of hunger and dominance in his gaze. With a swift, aggressive movement, he positioned himself at her entrance, his lengthy dick pressing against her wetness. "Please, Daddy," Bianca moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "Fuck me and tpear my pussy apart." Dr. Kendrick didn't hesitate, he entered her, filling her wet pussy completely. Bianca screamed, her back arching off the table as he hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. "Oh god, yes! Please, ohhh my pussy tear it Daddy, don't have mercy on me!"