Anal Erotica Novels & Stories

He stepped back, his voice filled with mockery. Azrael moved towards me and slowly slipped the massager inside my hole. I couldn't resist or shake, the strap held my body in place. The moment it turned on, my body seized and a loud guttural moan ripped through my throat. Drool slipped down from my lips as my head dropped. The massager vibrated on my prostate mercilessly, stopping every ten seconds before starting up again after a ten second pause, all while my prostate kept getting edged and denied.

“Run the index finger of your right hand down your neck. Good girl. Now circle your nipples. First the right, then the left. God, Keyah. Your breasts are magnificent. Your nipples are turning into hard little pebbles. Fuck!” Keyah's finger was flicking her nipple with wild abandon, moaning deeply. “Stop. Now put that finger into your mouth. Suck.” When Keyah’s lips wrapped around her finger, Aaron sank back into the pillows, closing his eyes briefly. It was probably the most erotic thing he had seen all day. “Fuck. You’re so sexy. You’re driving me nuts, Keyah. Run that wet finger down your body. No, don’t touch your clit. Did I permit you to do that?”

And as I played with hers, Aera kept making an erotic moan and gasped which turned me on. When I felt her walls even tighten on me, that’s when I knew she was at her pinnacle same as I am. I traced my finger on the valley of her breast down to her stomach and even down to brush her clitoris. I played with it by giving it patterned circles and I got the most arousing reaction I have seen from Aera. She moistened her lips and looked at me with so much need. “Oh, fuck... I miss that finger on my clit.”

Pressing his tip against my entrance, he pushed his cock forward just enough to stretch me, the ache was delicious and maddening. Then he pulled away, leaving me gasping for more. They alternated, one teasing my pussy, the other rubbing against my clit or ass and always stopping at the brink. My juices coated their cocks as the room filled with the wet sounds of my denial. I was trembling, my orgasm built and receded like a tide. Gerald's fingers found my clit, circling it fast while the coordinator's cock pressed against my asshole, teasing the tight ring. My body convulsed, a dry orgasm ripping through me without penetration. I collapsed onto the bed, shaking. Gerald and the coordinator bo

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Fingertips tracing the back of her thigh, inch by inch, until they reached bare skin above her stockings. Elena’s eyes fluttered closed. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Higher. His fingers kept moving, teasing the lace edge of her panties, then slipping under. She was already wet—embarrassingly so—and when he discovered it, he made a sound. Not a word. Just a low, rough hum against her hair that made her clench. One thick finger traced her seam, parting her gently, gathering slickness before circling her clit with agonizing precision. She bit her lip to stay quiet.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

As if enjoying a double penetration was not enough, Dahlia got closer and leaned forward and without a second thought, she started massaging Athena’s clitoris. An overwhelmed Athena screamed in bliss, certain that yet another climax was seconds away as the desert echoed with her blissful cries and her moans reverberated all through.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.