Car Sex Erotica Novels & Stories

The man whispered to her and pulled her closely to his cock. “Please let’s go back to the car. I want to experience the car sex.” She pleaded, Robby smiled and granted Maria’s wild and hot fantasy. She sat again on Robby’s lap and continued in moving upwards and downwards. The two of them do not care if they are having sex outside the house. “Ohh Mister!” Maria moaned with thirst. “I said, I’m Robby.” He said and laid down the driver’s seat so he could get it on in a hard way.

Even if it's like this, my body will ask to have sex with her. "My baby is so naughty." he slapped my ass with his ladder he looked at me annoyed and I winced in pain and cried. "Can't you just one day not be naughty? No makes a trouble? What do you want? Don't complicate things, dear." Vero pinched my ass again. "Vero, caress me now." "I won't! I don't want to caress you anymore. You already have a tio as your lover. Go, ask your lover to caress."

Margaret's pov: “I want you to fuck me until I am unable to walk anymore. I want you to fuck me until I reach my peak several times and do not have strength to get there anymore. Fuck me, baby” Gasping, his hands stroked her pussy gently, Caroline quivered with excitement, she felt yet another squirt erupt from her. She saw Bryce's swollen cock and reached out to suck it like a child sucking momma's breast. Bryce placed Caroline on his hard swollen cock jerking out moans. “Fuck me!” “Fuck me daddy” Caroline moaned out. After a series of hardcore sex. Caroline laid on the bed having several thoughts, “did I just have sex with a boy young enough to be my son?” "Is this right?” she thought.

"You're so tight, and I love it... Your p*ssy's making me feel so good and I know my d*ck's also making you feel awesome too. You must be dying to scream out of fear and pleasure, no?... But the ride is still long, we can't let the taxi driver ruin our happy sex, so stay quiet okay? I am here to give you the greatest car experience you would ever have..." "Hhmmm... mmm." "More, faster, you say?" At the backseat, the scene turned crazy as the lady peaked a couple of times because of somebody she assumed to be a ghost, a very horny sex god of a ghost. Meanwhile, inside the hideout of the storage house.

I wrap my wet fingers around the thick base of his cock and move ever so slowly. "Arhg! Uh…!" He groans, grabbing onto my hair tighter. I ignore the pain. Instead, I feel a heady sense of power as I watch him struggle to maintain his composure. The pleasure on his face is so arousing, I rub my other fingers against my pussy to ease my almost painful arousal. The car continues its onwards journey, the driver blissfully unaware of the sexual carnage that is going on in the back seat. "Faster, Mira. Fucking go faster." He growls.

Carissa cried out in sharp pain and swelling discomfort, unable to contain her screams as her mind went blank. "See, there's a response from you," Xavier remarked, sensing the wetness beneath him. His excitement grew even more as he stroked even faster. As Xavier reached his climax, he grabbed a magazine from the sofa and used it to cover Carissa's face while relentlessly moving his hips back and forth. After reaching the peak of sexual pleasure, Xavier disengaged from Carissa, cleaned himself with tissue from her desk, and dressed himself. He then took the camera from the door and placed it in his pocket.

"Ezra, listen to me. I get it—the guilt, everything you can think of. But I've tried ignoring it. Every day in that garage, seeing you, it builds. And my fantasies... they're not just dreams. I imagine us here, in this car. You pulling over like this, but instead of stopping, you grab me, shove my face against the window, yank my jeans down, and fuck me from behind. Hard. The glass fogging with my breath, your hand over my mouth so no one hears. Or me straddling you, riding your cock while you drive, the risk making it intense. Snow falling outside, but inside, sweat and cum and moans. I've come so many times thinking about it, fingers deep in my pussy, whispering your name." Her words wove

The air around us crackled with palpable heat, the confined space of the car amplifying our passionate connection. As our bodies melded in a symphony of moans and heavy breaths, the car seemed to pulsate with the intensity of our lovemaking. The heat between us was palpable, igniting a wildfire of passion that threatened to consume us both. "I'm on the edge, Sam," Marius rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his impending release. "More! Please—take me there, Marius," I pleaded, my grip on him tightening as I surrendered to the relentless waves of pleasure crashing over me. "Don't stop...don't ever stop."

I told him “Car sex is not as uncomfortable and shameful as it sounds” he told me but let go of me, settling back in the car. “You would know of course” I muttered, my head whirring with the various possibilities that he had done this with thousands of women. “You are wrong” he interrupted my thoughts “What?” “I haven’t done it with thousands of women as you may be thinking. I prefer my women, naked on their knees with my mouth wrapped somewhere quite needing of their attention” he murmured, his eyes dropping to my mouth.

Dexter groans, his voice husky with desire, as he drove into her with primal intensity. The rhythmic collision of skin against skin, accompanied by the enticing squelching sounds of her arousal, created a primal rhythm that synchronized with the rapid tempo of their hearts. "Damn you're so wet for me," he mumbles lustfully as he reveled in the sight of her arousal coating his manhood. The room was permeated with the heady scent of passion, a captivating blend that fueled their carnal dance. As his manhood plunged into her core, the friction, and heat intensified with each rhythmic movement, sending waves of rapture coursing through their entwined bodies.