Conto Erotici Novels & Stories

It lit up nerves in a raw, electric way. “Fuck her ass, Kael,” Leo encouraged, his own hips twitching as Sasha’s hand worked him. Kael’s pace intensified. His hands gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place as he drove into her. The wet, slapping sounds of their joining filled the alcove, a vulgar, rhythmic music. Abegail’s moans became continuous, low and ragged. The stretch had transformed into a deep, rolling pleasure, a sensation that built in her core alongside the throbbing ache in her pussy.

The sensation was overwhelming; Marcus thick cock and Sarah’s tongue teasing my clit. I came again, harder this time. Marcus switched again, pulling out and positioning Sarah on all fours on the desk beside me. He fucked her roughly while I watched. Sarah’s breasts bounced with every thrust and her moans were loud and needy. “Elena,” he commanded. “Come and lick her clit while I fuck her.” I obeyed, sliding underneath Sarah in a sixty-nine position. Her pussy hovered over my face, glistening and dripping from Marcus's cock. I licked her eagerly, tasting her sweetness, she moaned and lowered her mouth back in my pussy, licking me in return while Marcus kept slamming into her.

His tongue attacked her swollen clit with brutal precision while two thick fingers slammed into her soaked hole. He sucked and licked like a starving man. His fingers curled against her G-spot until her legs shook violently. “Fuck! I’m going to cum!” Emma screamed. Romero stopped immediately. “Not yet. You cum when I say so." He leaned back and enjoyed the view. Her ass was high in the air, pussy exposed and dripping. He spanked her hard with his bare hand a couple of times. "I want your cock daddy. Fuck me!” she begged. Romero finally freed his massive cock from his pants.

Saliva dripped down our chins…our hands found each other and we held on tight. He pulled out and moved to the other side of the desk. He spread my legs wider and pushed his thick cock into my pussy in one smooth thrust. I cried out. He felt even bigger than I imagined. He fucked me with steady, deep strokes while his fingers rubbed Sophie’s clit. “Touch each other,” he ordered. I reached over and slid two fingers into Sophie’s wet pussy. She was dripping. She moaned and did the same to me, fingers curling inside me while Professor Voss kept pounding my cunt.

he whispered, each word a razor against my skin. “And what if I want to?” I breathed. His thumb brushed across my lips, smearing the lipstick. “You don’t decide that, Isha,” he said, voice darkening. I felt heat coil in my stomach, something primal and terrifying. “When I take you,” he continued, slow and deliberate, “it will be when I decide to. You’re about to be tortured more than you ever imagined.” The words were ice and fire, possession and promise. I reached for his belt, reckless.

My skirt is hiked up to my waist, my legs spread out wide as I lean back on my elbows, my pussy weeping for his touch. “So wet and so creamy just for me. Is that right Bethany?” he asked with a deep, dark West African accent that only emphasized on the torture he was just about to unleash on me. “Yes, yes!” I breathed, biting the bottom of my lip to keep myself from moaning. Atiza drops to his knees between my thighs. He doesn't hesitate; he dives in, his mouth immediately finding my clit with a precision that makes my knees buckle.

“Love you too. Please, Damon. I need—” “I know what you need.” He picks up the pace, driving into me harder, faster. One hand moves to my clit, rubbing in perfect circles. “One more,” he growls. “Give me one more and then I’ll fill you up. Fill this perfect pussy with my cum.” The dirty talk combined with his skillful fingers pushes me over the edge. I come one final time, my pussy clamping down on him like a vice. “Fuck!” He buries himself deep and I feel him pulse, flooding me with his release.

said Rebecca with a hint of mockery. Caterina was silent for a moment and imagined herself in the same bed as that sensual man, the colors came back to her cheeks and she felt completely embarrassed once again. “You’re crazy, I will do no such thing, I hardly know him” Caterina replied with a frown. “That’s precisely what makes it more interesting, you know nothing about him and he knows nothing about you, casual, pleasurable sex with no strings attached, it's much better that than

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

She lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and hummed her favorite song. That same night, Tiodor returned. Frowning, he walked over to the mattress. When the young woman realized he was there, she sighed and approached him. Without saying a word, she unbuttoned his pants. Lison let himself be carried away by his impulses. She began her maneuver, his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back, only to bring it forward again. Libia looked up, her eyes meeting Tiodor’s. This man was wicked. It was wrong, but it felt so good.