Cerita Erotis Selingkuh Novels & Stories

"Let me hear how much you love cheating on your sister with her husband's cock." I pulled off just enough to gasp, "I love it, Mark. Your cock tastes so good. Fuck my face." He thrust deeper, using my mouth while I fingered my own clit through my shorts. He hauled me up and spun me around, bending me over the bed. My shorts and panties hit the floor. Mark lined his cock up with my soaked pussy and slammed in deep in one thrust. "Oh god, yes!" I cried out, loud enough that it echoed. "Pound me hard, fuck your wife's sister!"

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I rasped. I hiked her skirt up, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She was already soaking, her juices glistening in the dim light of the bathroom. I dropped to my knees, my hands prying her thighs wide. I didn't hesitate; I buried my face in her, my tongue finding her clit and swirling around it with a hard, rhythmic pressure. Tinashe shrieked, her head tossing back against the wall, the sound muffled by the music outside. "Eric! Oh, God, right there!"

Rolled us spooning, cock staying in lazy thrusts, pain and pleasure humming. "Anytime means now, baby.. feel me own you slow?" He whispered dirty in ear: "Woke you fucking, now sleep with brother's cum inside. Tomorrow? More.... kitchen, pool, whenever. You're my forbidden slut." I moaned soft, wiggling against him, intoxicated still. He dropped wet kisses on shoulder, hand sliding to core, fingers circling clit gentle then rough. Buried fingers inside beside his softening cock, battling slow. "Ahhh... just like... don't stop fingering!" Screamed quiet. Saliva from his mouth on my neck, trailing down.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

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Her nails, trapped against the wall, scratch against the paint, leaving faint, desperate marks. He fucks her like she’s a sin he’s confessing through flesh. Each thrust is an act of violent absolution, a purging of the twisted desires that have consumed him. He pours his rage, his obsession, his desperate craving into her, making her body bear the weight of his torment. He feels the friction, the wet heat, the slick slide of skin on skin, each movement a testament to his dominance, to her involuntary submission.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

He promised as he began to kiss me hard, twisting his tongue into my mouth as we exchanged saliva, distracting me from whatever Kieran was doing with my asshole. "You are cheating Kendrick. That mouth should be on my dick now." Killian said and a moan slipped out of me when Kieran added another finger in my hole, stretching me. Kendrick cock was still in my pussy and I was slowly bouncing on it as pleasure was beginning to overwhelm me. Just then Kieran removed his finger and replaced it with his big dick, almost tearing me open as I shut my eyes, trying to remember Kendrick's words. He said I would enjoy it so I just have to be patient, right?

He comes back with a bottle of lubricant. My stomach flips. He coats his cock, then presses two slick fingers against my asshole and pushes them inside. The stretch burns. He works them in and out until the muscle starts to give, then adds a third. I’m panting into the cushion, wrists still bound, my ass still stinging from the belt. “This is the part you don’t get to give away to anyone else,” he says. “This stays mine.”