Cnc Erotica Novels & Stories

The room reeked of sex, sweat and pussy, her body trembling as another orgasm built. Richard growled, slamming deeper, his cock throbbing inside her. I edged closer, stroking furiously, whispering more dirty encouragement. "Cum on that black dick, Jess. Let him flood you while I watch." Her eyes stayed on me, wild and locked, the cuckold thrill surging through us all as he drove her toward the edge, her tight cunt pulsing relentlessly around his relentless thrusts. This filthy night was far from over, her screams echoing as the climax built, promising more raw, interracial destruction.

I continued my dance , swaying my hips and teasing him . Slowly, I started taking off the lingerie from the bralette, revealing my firm, round breasts and my nipples which were already hard as stones. Nathan’s breathing grew heavy as he watched, completely mesmerized by my erotic display. He reached out, tracing a finger down my stomach, pausing at my waist . I moaned softly as his fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, my body trembling in anticipation. He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I reached for the waistband of his pants, undoing them with practiced ease. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, stroking it firmly.

All she wanted was for that smooth, perfectly timed caressing of her love-bud to continue till she erupted. ‘We all know him, don’t we, girls?’ Celine looked up to say. ‘We do,’ they chorused. Armina was seated on a chair, legs spread wide, running a huge black dildo across her slick-wet avenue, dallying to circle the head of her clit. It was a perfect model of a penis; veins running up its stem, knotted and realistic and a rounded, bulging cock-head. It hummed persistently, and she flicked a switch to make it move faster.

The pain and pleasure mixed until I could not tell them apart. “Again,” Marcus demanded. Lila grabbed the powerful wand vibrator. She pressed it mercilessly against my clit while Marcus pounded my cunt and Lila worked the dildo deep in my ass. The triple stimulation felt overwhelming. My body could not handle it. . I sobbed and shook. My holes clenched and fluttered around both intrusions. I tried to beg for mercy but only broken whimpers came out of my mouth. Tears ran down my cheeks. Marcus pulled out suddenly. His cock shone with my cream. Lila immediately took him into her mouth. She deepthroated him clean. Then she guided him back to my gaping, dripping pussy.

I moaned loudly as I adjusted to the fullness. I sat at my desk completely naked, both holes filled, the nose retainer still in place, my body covered in welts and cane marks. Every time I shifted in the chair the toys moved inside me. I tried to focus on the case files, but it was nearly impossible. My tits ached, my ass burned, my cunt throbbed around the dildo. I took the first picture for Ciara — me sitting at my desk with my legs spread, showing the toys buried inside me — and sent it with trembling fingers.

There were high glass tables everywhere, topped with bowls of every essential you could need for a night with Nancy. Complementary vibrators, butt plugs, ben wa balls, cock rings, ball-gags, the list goes on, and of course, condoms. As I said, Nancy wanted others to get a taste of what it was like to live like her, and she knew exactly how to feed you. Walking up the staircase, I let out a hushed gasp as we entered the exhibit centered around erotic photography, seeing that it was no longer made up of past pieces, but rather present, in the moment, artwork. There was a photo booth, a photographer, and a lot of bodies, some naked, waiting to be worth a thousand words.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Her scream is hot against his palm, a vibrating roar that speaks of utter surrender, of profound, unbidden pleasure. That’s the truth: she wants it. The undeniable proof of her body, the raw, visceral response, screams it louder than any denial from her lips. Her hips grinding against him, the wetness between her legs, the shattering climax—it all speaks a truth that cannot be denied. Her eyes say no, wide and filled with tears of humiliation and rage, a desperate plea for escape. But her cunt says yes, throbbing and sensitive, a testament to her undeniable arousal.

Cameron moaned, his touch flooding Aislen with the conflicting pain/pleasure, and the heavy, mind melting bliss he experienced in the utter surrender and trust of his body into Talen’s skilled hands. Aislen looked up at Rhett over her, and Heath, his head thrown back as he ground himself into Rhett. She had to draw this, she thought. Was there a point, however, when art crossed into pornography? And did that matter at all when she knew for sure that her regular readers would be drooling on their tablet devices. She’d draw her men, she decided, in all their f-kery, and show them after it was done, so they could get off on knowing that their images were getting hundreds of readers off.

I clicked on a video of a busty brunette in her late forties fucking her young neighbor. I pushed my shorts down and wrapped my hand around my cock. I was already leaking precum. The woman in the video had big soft tits and a juicy ass. I stroked myself slowly at first, squeezing the base, imagining it was Gwen’s pussy instead. “Fuck…” I muttered, eyes glued to the screen.