Dilf Erotica Novels & Stories

“Fuck me harder, Lila. Pound my pussy.” Lila picked up the pace, slamming into me harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. She leaned over my back and whispered filthily in my ear while still fingering my clit. “That’s my good whore. Take every inch. I want you to cum all over this dick while Dorla watches.” I was moaning shamelessly now, my breasts pressed against the table as Lila fucked me deep and fast. From the corner of my eye, I could see Dorla still sitting there, watching with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

* Delilah was panting now, fingers plunging deeper into her wet cunt, chasing the edge as the book exposed her completely. Every chapter peeled back another layer of her secret life. Affairs. Orgies. The raw, depraved nights she thought only she, Jax and Silver shared. Her squirting orgasms, the way her pussy fluttered when overstimulated, the raw smell of sex and sweat, the sounds of her screaming names as she came. She was staring at every explicit detail of her secret life, plastered and written in lush words in Emilia’s book that had gone round Paris. Her hand trembled as she turned another page.

I had left so conspicuously on the side table. I had spent an hour choosing that specific dildo. Polished ebony, heavy, its curves designed to mimic a man's anatomy with unapologetic precision. I knew she couldn't resist it. She was too curious, too repressed, too much of a coiled spring waiting for a reason to snap. "Come on, Moh," I whispered to the empty room, my voice a low rasp. "Show me what you are."

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

We both watched the saliva string slide from my clit down to my asshole. Slap! He brought his palm down against my pussy. The sting sent a wave of pleasure through me that made my entire body vibrate. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his eyes dark. "You like being my little secret?" He stuck his fingers deep inside, pulled them out to lick the juices off, then shoved them back into my mouth. "Spit for me again, Daphne. Give me more." I spit into his palm, and he transferred it back to my clit, massaging it side to side until I was a wreck.

he whispered, his hands sliding under my skirt. He didn't waste time with a gentle touch. He ripped my lace panties aside, his fingers finding me instantly. I was already soaked, a glistening mess of want that he greeted with a dark laugh. He slid two fingers deep inside me, his thumb circling my clit with a sweet, relentless pressure. "Oh, Elena... you're a goddamn fountain," he breathed, his head dipping to find the sensitive spot on my neck.

he growled, his voice deep with desire. Andrew, the one with the dark eyes, watched with a smirk, his hand stroking his own erection. “She’s a good little slut, isn’t she?” he commented, his eyes glinting with lust. Camila moaned around Lopez’s cock, the sound vibrating through him. Van’s hands moved to her ass, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheeks before sliding between her legs. She gasped as he found her clit, his fingers rubbing and circling, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

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.”

“Does Felix finger this married pussy the way you need? Or does he just give you quick, polite little fucks?” “N-no… he doesn’t,” I moaned, pushing back toward his hand despite myself. The confession made me feel filthy and alive. David chuckled darkly. “That’s what I thought.” His thick fingers teased my slick folds, spreading the foamy soap over my swollen clit. He circled it slowly at first, then plunged two rough fingers deep inside my pussy without warning. I cried out. God, the stretch was immediate and intense. He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that sensitive spot that made my toes curl.

He began to feel her soft, long, manicured fingers trailing the arch of his chest, past the hairy steam, down to his private chambers, until she was in close contact with his dick, which was already erect due to the cold water bath he was currently having. "It appears that someone missed me..." Delilah drawled seductively, her fake, almost Italian accent showing, but he remained silent, unable to find the words to tell her that he was not in the mood for anything she was thinking. She grabbed his dick and began to stroke slowly, and despite his manhood becoming more erect, Darius stood stiff and unmoving as she stroked him again, this time faster. The action continued for several minutes, wi