Novel & Cerita African American Erotica

It was a wild mess of muscle and skin. Ava was being fucked from every side. She was never empty. There was always a giant cock inside her, stretching her and filling her. She felt the different shapes—the width of Bane, the length of Mako, the heat of Tane. The erotica was loud. The men were shouting and groaning. The sound of their bodies hitting was like a drum. Slap. Slap. Slap. Ava was lost in the pleasure. Her brain was gone. She was only a body, a Goddess being used to save the world.

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

Amara bit her lip hard, trying not to make noise. The other girls were watching through the big window; Sophia and Riley, faces pressed close, and eyes wide. Daniel turned the vibe higher. Her hips twitched. She hated it. Her body started getting wet anyway, the squelching sound loud in the quiet room. “See that?” he said, loud enough for the others to hear. “Doctor’s cunt likes being opened up.” Amara shook her head, tears leaking through . “I hate you.” “Good.” He left the speculum in and the vibe buzzing while he unzipped his pants. His cock came out, thick and heavy. He stroked it a couple times, then climbed between her spread legs. The stirrups kept her wide open for him and gaping.

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."

It was time to let all of those feelings, thoguhts and imaginations take over. He stroked his long shaft and teased Aria’s dripping core with it. She moaned loudly, “Please…” she begged. “Please, what Aria..” he wanted her to say it, he wanted Aria’s permission to take her whole… to complete this longing. Aria kept moaning, unable to stay still, unable to open her eyes. “Please take me.. Don’t make me wait,” she begged again, but Victor wanted more … “What I want to hear is Fuck me, Victor!” he commanded, “Fuck me, Victor!” Aria obliged.

The unmistakable bulge is there, straining against the gray fabric, thick and impossibly long. "Uncle Samson." I take a step closer. "Aria, I— no. God… yes." I move closer, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts, and drop them to the floor, revealing my bare, glistening pussy. The lips parting, slick with arousal, the scent of my need filling the space between us. "I'm so wet for you, Uncle Samson." Thunder rumbles outside, shaking the windows. While he stood there still, frozen, I grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to my soaked cunt, pressing his rough fingers against my slick folds. "Look what you do to me."

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

My eyes glued to the movement, every slide causing a reaction in my body I had no right to feel. I palmed my cock to keep it from already feeling it ache. She was touching herself to a video on her laptop— A blackman with an unimaginable huge cock, pounding the shit out of a white female student with huge round ass. Her hands were tied behind her, her mouth was gagged with a scarf and she had a leash on her. The girl laid against a wall, struggling for breath as she arched to take him in. The man tugged at the leash, tightening it around her neck every time she dared protest.

“That’s it, suck your stepdaddy’s dick like the filthy slut you are.” He pulled her up, bending her over a workbench and slamming into her pussy again. This time he was merciless, pounding her with long, powerful strokes that made her ass ripple. His hand wrapped in her braids, pulling her head back as he railed her. The other hand reached around, rubbing her clit while his fingers teased her tight asshole.

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.