Bisexual Erotica Stories Novels & Stories

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Reid flipped me onto my back and fucked me with long, deep strokes until he came inside me again. After breakfast he bent me over the desk. He spread my legs and pushed his cock back inside me from behind. He fucked me hard, his hips slapping against my ass. One hand reached around and rubbed my clit fast. I came twice like that, moaning loudly. He finally came deep inside me, holding my hips tight.

I moaned as he pulled his fingers back from in-between my thighs and slowly caressed my butt cheeks where the flogger had just landed. "Arrrgghhh! Yessss!" I moaned as another one landed on my ass. He caressed my butt cheeks again, my eyes snapped open just to see him drop the flogger to the ground and drop to his knees. He pulled out a vibrator from the bag, turning it on and trailing it from my ankle until he got in-between my thighs. "Mmph..." I moaned, my heart racing with anticipation as he settled the Vibrator between my thighs. "Please Julian."

The train shifted fluidly — each man taking turns in my holes while the one behind kept the chain going, their bisexual energy making everything smoother and filthier. They passed me around like that for what felt like forever. One brutal fuck after another. My legs stayed pulled up high, flexible body on full display as they railed me without mercy. I squirted three more times, each one stronger than the last, until the bed was soaked and my voice was hoarse from screaming and sobbing. “Beg us to breed you,” Kai demanded, choking me lightly while Tyler fucked me deep. “Please…” I whimpered brokenly, tears streaming. “Please breed me… fill me up… I want all your cum inside me…”

Please…" she begged. "No... I think it's time you have a taste of a cock. It feels so good when a cock goes inside of that pussy of yours. All your life, you have never had sex with a man and I think you should try it. It's pleasurable. Being bisexual is overwhelming because you will have to taste a man's cock and pussy. They both feel so good. I think you should get a dido for yourself and thank me later." Said Crystabel as she brought down her dress that was raised by Anita.

Lexi They kept fucking me like that for what felt like forever—long, deep strokes that kept me teetering right on the edge without letting me fall. My whole body was shaking, sweat slicking my skin, my pussy making the wettest, most obscene sounds every time they bottomed out. I could feel their cocks throbbing inside me, both of them fighting their own orgasms, veins pulsing against my walls. “Please… please…” I was crying now, actual tears of overwhelming pleasure and frustration. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m so close… Zach, Julian, please let me cum…”

She came hard, thighs locking around my head, a long broken sound leaving her throat as she pulsed around my fingers. I crawled back up and we kissed again, slower this time, bodies still humming. We lay tangled for a while, trading soft touches, learning the maps of each other’s skin. Eventually desire rose again. She reached into the nightstand and brought out a slim, curved vibrator. She switched it on to a low hum and pressed it between us so that it rested against both of us when our hips met. We moved together, grinding, the vibration traveling through slick flesh. I kissed her deeply while we rocked. The dual pressure and the steady buzz pushed me toward another climax faster than I e

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them and hide. The cool air against my wet folds made me shiver. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my already swollen clit. The wet sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I forced my eyes open, releasing my bitten lip. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me as I circled my clit faster. My hips began to rock against my hand without permission.

Chris and I had been close coworkers for years, sharing every sexual story — except my bisexual urges. I’d sucked a guy off long ago and still fantasized about it. I was definitely attracted to Chris — tall, well-built, and hung. I’d joked a few times about “getting why some guys go gay,” but he always shut it down. Even when I hinted at a threesome where I’d suck him, he wasn’t interested. One night his wife was away and he invited me over to hang out and play games.