Debt Erotica Novels & Stories

From the threat of him kicking me out and the twisted part of me that wondered what he'd do instead. I push two fingers inside myself and bite my lip hard. My eyes close. I picture his rough hands instead. Those tattooed fingers stretching me open, claiming every inch. I imagine him shoving me against this door, yanking my legs around his waist, fucking the debt right out of me until I scream. A soft moan slips out. I work my fingers faster, thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit. My legs start trembling. In my mind he's growling in my ear, pinning my wrists, telling me this is how broke girls pay rent.

His hand settled on my hip, his fingers pressing in possessively through the fabric. “Yeah, we can work something out,” he murmured. “The kind where you bend over that workbench and let me use that pretty body until the debt is settled.” A shiver ran straight down my spine and settled between my legs. This was insane. He was my landlord, more than twenty years older than me, and I was about to trade sex for rent. The sheer wrongness of it made my pussy throb and grow even wetter. I didn’t say no.

She thrusted her fingers fast stretching and fucking herself hard, moaning softly. Dave came in early today, heading to his room when her loud moans got to his ears. “Arghhhh…. Fuckk…. Yeahhhh” she moaned as she curled her fingers faster. He knows his dad won’t be home. “She must be a cheating bitch” he said to himself, tiptoeing to her bedroom. Her door was wide open, and he saw she was alone. He has never watched a woman touched herself, except in pornos. He drooled at the sight of her fingers curling in her dripping pussy.

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."

“Already fucking dripping. You been clenching that nerd cunt all day thinking about getting wrecked again?” Lia moaned shamelessly, spreading her legs wider. “Yes… I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” Ethan smirked in the rearview mirror. “Tonight we’re breaking you completely, whore. Two cocks are gonna ruin every hole until you can’t even walk straight.” They drove to the old equipment storage room behind the arena. The second the door slammed shut and locked, they were on her like animals. Ethan ripped her top off, grabbed her tits hard and slapped them.

“Doesn’t matter what he meant. Debt’s debt. And right now, you’re the payment, sweetheart.” My breathing turned shaky and fast. Jax’s thick fingers slipped under the hem of my tiny shorts, grazing the bare curve of my ass, then dipping between my cheeks to brush against my asshole. Marcus’s hand moved higher, his fingertips pressing right against the damp crotch of my shorts, rubbing slow circles over my swelling clit through the denim. I bit my lip to stop a whimper. “Come on,” Victor growled. “Garage. Now. Don’t want to wake your old man.”

“You don’t trust me very much, do you?’ Nero pouted like a thwarted little boy. It didn’t suit him, thought Kate. Not at all. He seemed to realise this himself and changed his expression. Now he was the Nero of old. Slightly supercilious. Knowing. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘I agree that when I found out — totally by accident I may add —that there was a lady answering to your description performing this charming. . . service, I was intrigued. I thought I had to come and see for myself that I had been right about you from the moment I first set eyes on you. That you were a true voluptuary.’ ‘I do this for money, Nero.’ Nero stood up and approached her. ‘I don’t think that’s quite true, do you? You don’

He frowned. I smiled. “Dad was in huge debt. He owed about five million dollars to Mr Luciano’s family. And when Mr Luciano came to collect the money, he made an offer since dad didn’t have it. He said he would clear the debt if I married him and took care of Luca and Lovie.” “So you are married to him?” He asked, with a deep frown. “I won’t say that. I am only here to take care of Luca and Lovie.” I said, pecking his cheek.

His lips remained on my ear, his breath caressing my skin like a gentle touch I could never get enough of. “Touch yourself,” he whispered. “Let me see you touch yourself.” I obeyed. My lips fell open as my thumb reached my clit. The sounds that came out of me were shameless. I was dripping, and these juices did exactly what they were supposed to. I pressed my palm against the whole of my pussy, rubbing the wetness on every spot I could find. Lucas pushed his leg in between mine, spreading it wide for me. His mouth was on my breast, his tongue teasing my nipple endlessly.

His eyes moved over me slowly, from my modest knee-length skirt up to the high collar of my blouse. “You look so pure standing here,” he said quietly. “Like the perfect deacon’s daughter everyone brags about. But I know the truth. Masked Barbie spreads her legs and moans like a whore for strangers online. How much do they pay you for those videos, Lira?” My face burned. I crossed my arms tight over my chest. “What do you want? Money? I can give you some. Just delete everything and leave me alone.” He laughed low, almost soft. “Money’s a start. But not enough. I want more than that.”