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.

Values and morals did not matter anymore. A smirk appeared on Russell's lips. "What a brave daddy's girl. I'm intrigued. But you see, sweetheart... I'm an impatient man." He moved away from her and turned his back on her. He walked to the right side of the room, where one of his men was standing. The man moved away, giving Russel the space to look at the picture frame that hung on the wall. It was Sasha's picture. It was taken at a time when she was much more carefree. The glint of ecstasy in her eyes and the smile lit up her olive toned face. "I gave your dearest daddy five months. He could not pay me back. So now, I want the payment. And I think…" his voice trailed away as he turned around

“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.