Dark Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

He squeezed hard; the sharp pain sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to her clit, making her leak a fresh wave of honey onto the bedspread. "Don't you dare give yourself to any man that easily," Ryder commanded, his voice a low, terrifying snarl. "Do you understand me? You make them work for it. You make them crawl for it. You don't let some boy put his face between your legs unless he's worth it." "You... you're crazy," she breathed, but her hips were already rising to meet him, her pussy pulsing against the air. "And I told you already, I never want anyone to do something so nasty to me."

Saliva bubbled at the corners of my lips, dripping onto Thorne's legs Lucien and Draven stroked their dicks faster as they watched us. Lucien's red hair fell to the side, as he stroked the tip of his cock hard. "Look at our brothers using up her holes", he groaned. Draven grunted in agreement, his hand stroking his cock even faster. Their dicks were driving me crazy. Thorne thrusted his hips beneath me met my own movements in rhythm as his dick pounded my cervix. Cedric's dick fucked my throat hard.

No deep pressure that made my mouth fall open. He started moving, steady and careful. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned. I wrapped my legs around him and moved with him, but every thrust just made me think of the desk. The way Mr. Grant had held my hips and forced every thick inch inside me. The way he had called me a slut while he used me. Derick kissed my neck. “You feel so good.” I closed my eyes and pretended the voice in my ear was deeper. Older. Meaner.

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.

“I fucked myself with my fingers right there on the pool chair. I continued even though I knew you could see me… It made it better, I wanted you to see” He takes a single step forward, towering over me. One hand finds the countertop behind me, the other landing beside my hip. Trapping me. Caging me in. “Why are you telling me this?” His voice is a growl. “Because I wanted you to see.” My voice trembles, but I don’t step back. “I wanted you to want me.” His nostrils flare. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Harper.” “Am I?” I whisper, sliding myself onto the counter, skirt riding high. The cool granite touches my thighs. His gaze drops, lingering on the garter clips against my skin.

“Hate me all you want, little doll. It makes your pu**y taste sweeter.” He pulled me tighter against him. I could feel him pressing hard against me through his pants. My breath came faster. “Dante… this is wrong,” I whispered. “Wrong feels good, doesn’t it?” He turned my face to his and kissed me roughly. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming, demanding. I tried to pull back but he held my jaw and deepened the kiss until I was moaning into his mouth. When he broke the kiss, I was panting. He stood up, lifting me easily, and carried me to the wide leather couch. He laid me down and knelt between my legs, pushing the red dress up to my waist. “Look at these pretty p**nties,”

She licked the sweat from his throat and promised worse. The obsession sharpened in every city. Budapest: sex in the shadowed alley behind the opera house minutes before curtain, his hand over her mouth, strangers twenty feet away. Amsterdam: a midnight canal boat where he bent her over the rail and fucked her while tourists drifted past on another boat, close enough to touch. Barcelona: he tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts with the silk sashes from hotel robes and used a wand on her clit until she was speaking in tongues, then flipped her over and took her ass until she blacked out for three blissful seconds.