Dilf Erotica Novels & Stories

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

When I pulled a large strap-on out of a nearby drawer and buckled it around me, her eyes went round with excitement. “Oh my God,” she breathed, almost shaking as I sank to my knees behind her and sank the dildo all the way into her with a long, slow, steady push. The withdrawal stroke aroused her even more, and soon she was whimpering, then grunting with each thrust. Sweat glistened on both our bodies as I increased the pace. At one point Lily looked back at me, licked her lips and declared with a saucy grin, “Ride me, cowgirl – ride me over the fence!”

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.

Lena trembled in my arms, her body limp, her breath shaky. Mine. My fingers trailed along her spine, slow, possessive. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" I murmured. She didn’t answer. Didn’t fight me. She couldn’t. I turned her in my arms, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes were distant, glazed over with the horror of what she had done. But there was something else there too. Something dark. Something that would grow. I grinned. I brushed my lips over hers—not quite a kiss, more of a claim.

Elora breathed as Helena’s body exploded, she came with a fierceness like before, and even before she was done, Elora had already grabbed one of her legs. Helena didn’t need anyone to tell her what was about to happen next, Elora straddled her, positioning her pussy right in front of Helena’s pussy, and both their bodies shook at the contact. Elora moved her hips back and forth as she tribbbed Helena’s cunt, their pussy juice mixed with each other, their clits grinding and both of them saw splashes of light explode in front of them. Their orgasms were heightened, their bodies shook violently as they held onto each other and cum on their pussies. The room filled up with the scent of their dir

It was bigger than I’d fantasized. My pussy fluttered at the sight of it. He stroked himself slowly, watching my face. “You want Daddy’s cock, Lila?” “Yes,” I breathed, voice trembling with need. “Please fuck me.” He climbed over me, settling between my spread thighs. The blunt head of his dick nudged my entrance, hot and ready. He pushed forward slowly, stretching me open inch by inch. The burn was so intense, I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he sank deeper, filling me until his balls rested against my ass.

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 knew the desire was already obvious on her face as well so she didn't hesitate to do as he said. She began to grind and even brought her protruding jewel closer to his masculinity while still sitting on it. She moved to rub her femininity with only thin panties covering it. She was not afraid to do that because she knew that his maleness was also lifeless because of his condition. His two hands were holding her waist again to help her move her body against him. "Damn! Aaaghhhh!" his violent growl was quite loud.

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.

I moan out loud. I can almost feel the scrape of his day old stubble on my inner thighs, the way he’d growl against my pussy saying, “You’ve been touching this needy little cunt thinking about me every night, haven’t you, Lila? Such a desperate, dripping slut for your best friend’s brother.” My free hand flies to my breast, playing with the nipples until it stings. I push the dildo impossibly deeper, chasing that brutal spot inside me that makes my vision blur.