Brazilian Erotica Novels & Stories

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

Clara said as she stuck a finger into her own folds, "especially around the ass. I want her asshole squeaky clean when I fuck it. She likes it that way, don't you?" "Yes Mistress," Renata purred, enjoying Shamira's strong hands all over her body. "Yes what?" "Yes, I love being fucked back there." Shamira was imagining what it would be like to see Renata's round, muscular ass being split and violated. It was a serious turn on for her. She wrapped her arms around the Brazilian from behind, pressing her chest against the girl's back while scrubbing her breasts, stomach, and sex. She was a tool in this, same as Renata. She just wasn't in chains. She was beginning to get a reaction as the werejag

, whichever wife gets the other woman down—and succeeds in making her give up—is declared the Winner! "The Loser is then in total submission to the Winner for an hour. During that time, the Winner makes Loser do erotic stuff while everyone watches." Antonio searched Molly's face for a reaction. "Whew!" Molly said, dumbfounded, a look of astonishment on her pretty face. I can't believe something like that really goes on. But, then again—this is Brazil," she laughed. "It's a pretty large group," Antonio said, continuing."Most of the couples are pretty well off. Most of the wives don't work. So, I think the club is their way of giving their husbands a special type of erotic enjoyment."

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

Elena The police sirens screamed closer as the board members surrounded me like predators. I knelt in the center of the study, completely naked, my voluptuous body already a sticky mess. Thick layers of cum coated my heavy tits, dripped from my swollen, gaping pussy and ass, and ran in creamy rivers down my thick thighs onto the floor. My clit throbbed visibly, red and desperate. My nipples stood painfully hard, begging for rough hands. Adrian gripped my chin, forcing my eyes up. “One last full dose before they break in. Spread those legs wide, patient. Show them how wet your stepbrother made you.”

Elena pressed one finger inside me, slowly and carefully. “Oh… Fuck.” I moaned. “That’s it,” she murmured. “Let me in.” She added a second finger, stretching me further. The burn was sharp at first, then melted into something hot and overwhelming. Elena pumped her fingers slowly, twisting and curling, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. My cock leaked steadily onto the desk, my moans growing louder. “Oh fuck, Elena.” When she pulled her fingers out, I almost protested. Then I heard the soft sound of her stepping into something. I glanced back and saw the black strap-on she had taken from the drawer, the thick silicone cock. Elena coated it with more lube, her eyes locked on mine.

I cried in frustration as the vibrator was pulled away at the last second, leaving my pussy empty The strap-on woman rubbed the fat head of her dildo up and down my slit, teasing my entrance but never pushing inside. Every few minutes one of them would comment on how wet I was or how my asshole kept winking, Lila finally stepped back and addressed the room “Let the other patrons see what a desperate, dripping, pain-hungry whore looks like when she’s properly broken in.” Lila’s fingers slid down and spread my pussy lips wide for everyone to see. “Beg for it, Rebecca. Beg these women to use your married cunt like the filthy cheating pain-slut you really are.”

A low vibrating wand was taped against my swollen clit on the lowest setting -- enough to keep me simmering without letting me cum. “Good girl,” another man praised, tugging my leash lightly and releasing the fold. “Such a perfect married fucktoy. Your holes are properly trained now.” Their mix of praise and filth kept my pussy clenching around nothing, and I was just starting to catch my breath when I heard- The front door opening. Heavy footsteps. “Sarah? Babe, my flight got canceled. You won’t believe what-” Brutus’s voice cut off mid-sentence as he stepped into the bedroom doorway.

Perfect for nights like this. I also grabbed my phone. The secret folder was right there. I opened the video of all three of them playing basketball shirtless last summer. Their bodies glistened with sweat, muscles moving under tanned skin. Mike’s broad chest, Jax’s defined abs, Kane’s powerful arms as he jumped for the ball. Their laughs, their deep voices calling out to each other, it was all I needed. I spread my legs wide, knees bent, and ran the tip of the dildo along my soaked slit. I was dripping already, the silicone sliding easily through my wetness. With my other hand I hit play on the video, turning the volume low so only I could hear.