Dilf Erotica Novels & Stories

CONTENT WARNING: This is a delicious disaster where virginity auctions meet DILF dilemmas, with a side of "oh shit, it's him" humiliation hotter than hellfire. Brace for paid-for power plays, mouth-fucking marathons that swallow pride (and more), nipple worship that'd make saints sin, and a deflowering so deep you'll feel the stretch. Age-gap alert: he's twice her world-weary years, all smug control and shower sequels. If taboo "daddy" vibes or consent-blurring bids make you squirm, this one's your kryptonite. Grab a fan, not the bid button.

He reached up, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them rough, his fingers digging in, then sliding one hand down to finger her pussy while she kept riding, his thumb circling her clit, making her arch back and cry out even louder. I stood there, watching him fondle my fucking best friend, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the room, and I felt sick, used, like everything we’d had was just a lie. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, my voice broke as I whispered, “Alex… Alex!” Tyla’s eyes snapped open, she froze for a second, then scrambled off him, her pussy still glistening from how wet she was, his cock shiny and hard, pointing up like

She may have been crying so hard that one of her hands slipped down and touched her jewel's hot cut. Her body was automatically lifted when she felt her wet femininity. She knew what that meant because the dancers at the bar always talked about sex. She got up again but remained kneeling on the floor. She knew her eyes seemed to be on fire as she didn't take her gaze away from the man in front of her. She inserted her hand inside her undies. "Ungghhh ... Ahhhh!" She couldn't help but moan when a finger touched her wet opening. Her eyes were still tightly closed to what she was doing.

Show me how wet you are. I hesitated, pulling my fingers free, slick with my juices. No, I couldn't. Sending a picture? That was too far. He'd see the differences. But another text popped up. Dylan: Come on, baby. I sent you my dick pics... twice now. Give me something. Your tits? Just a peek. I need it. My tits. We wore the same size bras, but mine were fuller, heavier and spilled over the cups more than hers. In a photo, angled right, he might not notice.

She ground her pussy harder on Lena’s thigh, the friction making her pant and shudder. “Do it back” Dora moaned, biting Lena’s lip. “Make me cum on you.” Lena’s trembling hand slid between Dora’s legs, pushing aside her panties until her fingers found the wet heat underneath. Dora gasped, her whole body jerking but she pressed harder against Lena’s touch. “That’s it,” the man growled. “Rub her pussy. Make her squirt for me.” Lena’s fingers slid through Dora’s folds, slick already coating them. She circled her clit the way Dora had done to her, rubbing fast, messy circles until Dora cried out against her lips.

Lil’ D gives me his shit-eating grin, “So, what you’re saying is that I shouldn’t tempt you with it beforehand?” “Yes, if you are truly my friend then you will not be evil like that.” “Okay, okay,” he eyes me, “Is it the same for anal sex? You’re refraining from fucking my girl in her tight little ass as well?” “ARGH! You’re killing me Lil’ D!” I growl and moan at the same time. Holding up his hands, he laughs, “Okay, my bad! No fucking Ella’s pussy or ass until further notice...got it!”

“I did some investigations. The staff who were all relieved of their contracts in the house were brought here to interrogate. All of them said the same thing. They walked in more than once to find him rutting her like a stag while she lay there crying. One of the women told me it wasn’t uncommon for Delfina to be unconscious while he was still atop her fucking away like he was chasing a world record. One of the girls would bring her ice packs and heating pads to help with her discomfort when Ercole would leave the house for work. The staff all pitied her. They would help her in and out of the bath.” “Holy shit, Furio. What was wrong with him?” “So many things.” He rubbed his head. “How did y

Riley smiled against her skin and slid one hand between Lila’s thighs, finding her soaked and ready. “Still so wet for me,” Riley said, voice husky. She rubbed Lila’s swollen clit in slow, teasing circles before pushing two fingers deep inside her. Lila gasped loudly, her walls clenching tight around the intrusion. Riley started thrusting steadily, curling her fingers to hit that sweet spot with every stroke. The wet, obscene sounds of her fingers pumping in and out filled the room.

His hips rolled against my ass, cock dragging perfectly along my inner walls. One hand reached under me to rub my sensitive clit again. The other gripped my shoulder, holding me in place as he fucked me with those hypnotic, rolling thrusts. The pleasure returned fast. My moans turned into desperate whimpers. The fishnets dug into my skin as my thighs trembled. Damien leaned over me, chest pressed to my back, lips against my ear. “You’re so beautiful when you let yourself feel,” he whispered. “Give the house more, Emily. Give me more.”

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.