Black Erotica Stories Novels & Stories

“This tight little cunt was made for my cock. Gripping me like you never want me to leave. You’re gonna come all over me, aren’t you? Gonna soak my dick while I choke you and breed you against this fucking wall.” “Yes! Yes. Choke me harder,” I begged, tears spilling again, voice wrecked. “Make me come. Please let me come. I’ve been good. I’ve sucked you; I’ve taken every inch—please, Mr. Black, I’m begging—let me come on your cock. I need it so bad—please please please—" His fingers tightened around my throat, the perfect pressure I needed. Stars burst behind my eyes—and he slammed in one last brutal time, grinding deep, hips circling so the base of his cock mashed my clit relentlessly.

He was stroking himself, his hand moving in a frantic, blurred motion, the friction of his palm against his sensitive head nearly driving him to an early release. "That’s it," she whispered, her voice husky. "Look at it. You’ve fucked ninety-nine girls, Carter. You’ve seen everything, right? But you’ve never seen me." She was getting louder, her movements more frantic, the friction of her fingers against her clit turning into a rhythmic, punishing pace. She was right on the edge, her back arching, her breasts swaying in the dim light. Carter’s breathing was ragged, his eyes rolling back in his head as he watched the wet, rhythmic slide of her fingers. He couldn't take it anymore. The restrai

Rita leaned in, whispering filth right against Nina’s ear. “Listen to how wet you are. He’s gonna ruin this little cunt, baby. Gonna make it so only his cock ever feels good again. You’ll be sneaking in here every night begging for it, won’t you? Begging your brother-in-law to breed his wife’s slutty little sister.” Nina came with a wail, pussy gushing around Liam’s fingers, thighs shaking so hard Rita had to hold her down. He didn’t stop. He kept licking, sucking, fingering her through it until she was sobbing from overstimulation, until another orgasm crashed through her before the first one even ended.

She was winning. Days turned to weeks. More accidents: Bending over in the laundry room, ass up as she “searched” for a sock, pussy lips peeking from under shorts. Brushing past him in narrow halls, her hand “slipping” to graze his cock. Each time, Ethan’s fantasies grew darker—tying her up, edging her until she begged, then fucking her raw. Lila reveled in it, masturbating nightly to the thought of him begging, “Please, Lila, let me fuck you. I need it.”

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

“Imagining sucking them while you rode my cock under the desk during a board call.” Elena arched into his touch, gasping. “Then do it.” He yanked the bra cups down, mouth closing over one nipple in a hot, wet suction, tongue flicking hard and fast. Teeth grazed just enough to send a jolt straight to her clit. His other hand slid between her thighs, found the soaked lace, pushed it aside. “So fucking wet,” he muttered. “This pussy’s been dripping for your boss all day, hasn’t it?” “Yes,” she rocked shamelessly against his fingers as two thick ones plunged inside her, curling perfectly against that spongy spot. “Every time you looked at me. Every time you said my name.”

I had never seen a grown man naked before, and I was dying to see what that looked like. “Are you blackmailing me?” “No,” I giggled, “how could a cute girl like me blackmail you?” I traced my fingers along his spine. “I merely want to admire god’s creation.” “Fiine.” He gave in, reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it up, revealing that delicious, well-defined body. I moved off him and gave him the signal to take off his bottoms too. He hesitated for a second as if battling with his conscience. We had already gone past that. I gave him those puppy eyes he couldn’t resist. He hooked his finger into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down together with his boxers in a very ag

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Saliva bubbled at the corners of my lips, dripping onto Thorne's legs Lucien and Draven stroked their dicks faster as they watched us. Lucien's red hair fell to the side, as he stroked the tip of his cock hard. "Look at our brothers using up her holes", he groaned. Draven grunted in agreement, his hand stroking his cock even faster. Their dicks were driving me crazy. Thorne thrusted his hips beneath me met my own movements in rhythm as his dick pounded my cervix. Cedric's dick fucked my throat hard.

My fingers dug into her breasts, twisting her nipples until she cried out. “Good,” Ethan murmured, unzipping himself. “More of that.” “You watching closely?” I growled, then leaned down and bit Tara’s shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. She whimpered beneath me, her legs parting instinctively, her pussy already glistening again. “She’s wet,” I said without looking at him. “You proud of yourself?” “Ecstatic,” he said, stroking himself lazily. “But I’m not done.” He stood and came closer. Too close. His cock was hard, leaking at the tip.