Novel & Cerita Contos Eroticos Para Mulheres

I didn’t care. I slid my lace panties, pussy juice soaked, to the side and let my four saliva dipped fingers rub over my wet clit vigorously in motions only I could decide. As I followed through with the instructions that were given by the female lead in my audio erotica.

The ad flashed an image of a dimly lit room, surrounded by mirrors, with the tagline "Experience your deepest desires in the mirror room." Curiosity piqued, Bella clicked on the link and was led to a website that promised the ultimate sexual experience. It was a place where one could live out their fantasies of being ravished by a mysterious entity while watching themselves in countless reflections. Intrigued, she signed up for a session, eager to explore this new world of pleasure.

I’m watching this sex carnival from the margins. The room is color saturated and molten, light sliding over costumes that gleam like liquid. A woman with orange hair in a beetle-black catsuit is giving head to a guy reclining in an elaborate leather chair raised on chrome scaffolding. His wide-spread legs are hooked over padded arms. His eyes are closed. The chair makes me think of my last gynecological exam. I asked her not to use K-Y because it gives me a yeast infection. She opened a drawer packed with little sachets. “It’s the glycerin,” I said. “Sugar upsets my vagina.” I meant the PH balance, but she understood.

She used another finger to circle around her clit the way she had when she was lying on the bed. “If you start now, Juliette,” he warned. But, she continued. Her nipples were dark buds against the cream colored lace and with a light tug he released them to the air. “The breeze feels good,” she sighed, leaning against the building, touching herself, as her breasts tightened in response to the spring air. “I’ve been wet all day,” She said her eyes hooded and full of honest desire. “I’ve been vibrating, pulsing for more. I tried earlier to satisfy myself, but I can’t,” she complained, and stuck a finger inside herself.

The room filled up with the scent of their dirty sex, the sound of their voices, and the aroma of their cunt. “I could fuck this pussy all day. I want more, Helena. I want more of your wet, slutty cunt. I want you to slut me out. I want you to fuck my pussy until my legs are shaky.” Helena wanted more too, but they needed to keep to time. “Come on, Elora. You’ll have more when we get to the hospital.” She smiled down at Elora. “And don’t forget, we’re going to suck and fuck those men like the sluts they are. They’ll be begging us to get off their cocks by the time we’re done with them.”

The way her breath had caught when I touched her last week, the soft swell of her mound under my gloved fingers, the faint sheen of arousal I’d seen between her thighs when she thought I wasn’t looking. I leaned against the wall in the private room, unzipped my jeans, and pulled myself out. Thick and already leaking. The head flushed dark, a bead of precum sliding down the underside. I wrapped my fist around the base and stroked once—slow, deliberate—picturing her on my table again. Soft curves. Full tits straining against her bra. That delicate flush creeping up her neck when I’d said her skin took the lines beautifully. I remembered the others: Claire, married ten years, wedding band flash

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.

Nothing prepared me for the sight in front of me, he didn't even bother to close the door. Clutching my book to my chest, I watched as my handsome tutor lounged on a sofa, cock visible to my eyes. I was right, his cock was long but not too fat. A bottle of oil sat next to him ontop of the table and lastly, a laptop screen that showed a woman sprawled on a kitchen counter, her partner was behind her, his large thick cock sliding in and out of her glistening pussy as a torrent of raw sounds poured out of their mouths.

The woman's eyes widened as she screamed in pleasure. The two women laid Rosette down and the short-haired girl sat on her face, allowing her to eat her there while the other girl was busy finger fxxking her cunt. Rosette put her arm around the thigh of the woman with short hair as she grinned and pressed herself even harder on her. Their erotic moans of pleasure, giggles, and groans filled his room.

The vibrations of her scream traveled down her throat, massaging his cock, and it was too much. He tore his mouth away, gasping. “I’m gonna—” “Not yet!” she commanded, sliding off him with predatory grace. She was panting, her skin sheened with sweat, her eyes wild. She turned, presenting her back to him, and bent over the arm of the sofa, spreading her cheeks wide with both hands. The view was obscene: her swollen, dripping pussy below, and above it, the tight, pink star of her asshole. “You said you didn’t know fucking a woman could be better,” she taunted, looking back at him over her shoulder. “Prove it. Fuck my ass. Come inside it.”