Bisexual Erotica Stories Novels & Stories

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

Those lips are as soft as I imagined, and he’s a good kisser. I must say Thirst Trap really knows how to use those hands because the pleasure coursing through me is on another level. It doesn’t take long for pressure to build in the pit of my stomach. The scent of me fills the air, and it makes me even more aroused than I already am. Thirst Trap’s cock twitches against my lower back, and that is the deal breaker. My legs start to quiver, and I feel a climax approaching. “Noo!” I cry out when they both stop touching me right before I can climax. I was so close!

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

I eagerly awaited a response from Dave, hoping maybe he would be cool with it and might be willing to send some more dick pics but I got nothing back from him. The next time I saw Dave, I was coming home from work. I opened the door to my apartment to find Dave and Nicole sitting across from each other. Nicole was supposed to be there but seeing Dave surprised me. When I walked in I noticed both of them quickly stare at me intently. "What's going on?" I asked. "Honey," Nicole said. "Dave has just been telling me you have been having bisexual fantasies about him and I. He told me some very private details about some of the times that you and I had made love. He also showed me some of the role

I gripped the wheel tighter. Halfway home, i realized she was still leaking into my underwear. My face burned. I shifted in the seat, pressing my thighs together, but it only made it worse—that dull, aching reminder that I’d been stretched open and filled in a way I hadn't felt in months. Maybe ever. I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex and killed the engine. For a minute, I just sat there. Derick was inside. Derick, who kissed me softly. Derick, who asked about her day. Derick, who had no idea what I have just done.

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.

The basement air clung to their skin like a second lover, thick with the scent of sweat, leather, and the sharp metallic bite of lube and cum. Maya lay curled against Étienne’s chest on the wide leather chaise, blanket draped loosely over her hips, her body still humming from the last brutal wave he’d dragged out of her. Every breath pulled at the fresh welts across her thighs, the deep ache in both holes, the sticky film that coated her from navel to knees.

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

Jade started riding—slow rolls at first, then harder—her pierced nipples bouncing as she bounced on his dick. Lila slid off the desk—crawled over to Jade—kissed her deep while Jade rode Ethan. Their tongues tangled; Lila’s hand slid between Jade’s legs, rubbing fast circles on her clit while Ethan thrust up into her. Ava’s moans turned muffled around Riley’s cock. Marcus slapped her ass—hard—leaving red handprints. “Come on my dick,” he growled. “Let everyone hear how much you love being used.”

His thoughts of what could become of their little hookup were disrupted when Toussaint dropped him on the queen-sized bed where he claimed Jace’s sore lips without mercy. The kiss wasn’t harsh; no. It was simply lustful and beautiful. Toussaint was like a beast with an insatiable desire and Jace was willing to be his prey. They could never get enough of each other. Jace gave in to the pleasure as their tongues clashed, their body melding into one as sweat and cum and sex lingered thickly in the air. Toussaint broke the kiss abruptly and reached for the nearest drawer on his left, his hot gaze never leaving Jace. He pulled out a lube and condoms; the latter he tossed on the bedside table as h