Contos Eroticos Com Fotos Novels & Stories

Ryder and Luca painted my back and breasts with hot ropes of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My pussy throbbed, red and swollen, thighs sticky, lips puffy and sore. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. Zane stroked my hair almost gently, his voice low and satisfied. “Good girl, Scarlet. You took all of us so well.” I lay there panting, mind fuzzy with lingering pleasure and shock. What have we done? But as their hands soothed my skin and they pulled me into a warm, tangled pile of bodies, a dark, secret part of me knew I’d crave this forbidden trap again.

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. Hours passed like that. I reviewed documents and prepared notes while my body stayed constantly stuffed and stimulated. Every hour I sent another picture. Sometimes with the dildos pushed deeper. Sometimes with my fingers spreading my holes to show how stretched I was. The humiliation of it all only made me wetter.

Tonight those eyes held something far more dangerous, it held possession. “Close the door, Lila,” he said quietly and I did, the soft click resounding like a gunshot. My heels clicked across the polished floor as I approached him. He didn’t speak at first. Instead, he tapped his phone, and the large screen on the wall lit up with the photos — enlarged, crystal clear, every detail of my bare ass and the stranger’s thick cock disappearing inside me visible in high definition. Heat flooded up my face and my nipples tightened painfully against my lace bra. Between my thighs, a treacherous slickness began to gather.

Her shirt was unbuttoned, exposing her big boobs, her skirt raised up to her waist. Leo's trousers have been unbuckled down to his knees, his nails digging into the hostess waist as he thrusts into her from behind. She moaned, giving a slutty look. "Yes Daddy, fuck me harder." She begged as she rubbed her ass all over his hard meat. Despite rage burning into my veins, I could feel my nipples hardening underneath my T-shirt as I watched Leo spank the air hostess as she creamed all over his cock. He removed his dick and the air hostess pouted, obviously displeased.

I don’t know how I'm going to make it home before I blow my load, or even worse, before someone notices my hard-on! I decide to make a quick pit stop at the town library and use the combination of their public toilets and the free Wi-Fi to relieve myself. I quickly lock the only cubicle in the men’s bathroom and sit down, I put my earphones in and immediately go to my phone's videos where I store a large amount of p**n. I quickly click play on one of my favourite screaming videos and start to jerk my 8” cock. I’m already ready to blow my load and the screaming and hot ladies aren’t helping. Suddenly I imagine Mrs Sinclar jerking me and it’s all too much as I shoot stream after stream of cum

The shame hit right after orgasm but the money in my account overshadowed any guilt I felt at that moment. I streamed three more times that week. Each one grew and by the fourth night, I had low lights and my favorite toy slick with lube on the nightstand and Regular47 was there every time, tipping bigger and typing what I craved to hear. “Spread wider for me, Velvet. Let me see that pretty cunt drip.” And I obeyed, knees falling onto the sheets and the camera angled so they could watch my finger glide through my folds. I was soaked, and the wet sounds filled the quiet room. My clit throbbed under my thumb while I pushed two fingers inside curling them to my satisfaction.

Her phone blinked with profiles of men on the dating app: Marcos, muscular with gym photos showing defined abs and a bulge in his pants that promised thickness; Pedro, 35, tattooed with stubble and mischievous looks in bar selfies; and Thiago, 30, tall and well-endowed, with previous messages full of promises like "I'm gonna wreck you until you beg." "I want real cocks, filling everything, cum dripping from my mouth, pussy, and ass like a slut in ecstasy," she thought, juices already dripping from her slit as she imagined the gangbang, three men using her mercilessly, cocks invading orifices, hot semen filling her until it leaked.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

Fernando was not going to be able to delete them from my cell phone since I had a password and I did not have the preview activated when my cell phone had the screen locked. I sent many photos and videos that I was surely going to use at future times to masturbate, close-up photos of my cousin's cock, videos where you could see how his cum came out of his cock, videos where he masturbated and talked dirty to his ‘sluts’ and different photos where he was naked, showing his muscles and with an erected cock. In total, I sent about 8 videos and about 20 pictures.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.