Dilf Erotica Novels & Stories

* 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 stood between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers, a mix of hunger and dominance in his gaze. With a swift, aggressive movement, he positioned himself at her entrance, his lengthy dick pressing against her wetness. "Please, Daddy," Bianca moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "Fuck me and tpear my pussy apart." Dr. Kendrick didn't hesitate, he entered her, filling her wet pussy completely. Bianca screamed, her back arching off the table as he hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. "Oh god, yes! Please, ohhh my pussy tear it Daddy, don't have mercy on me!"

I typed carefully again: “EROTICA NOVEL…” Suggestions filled the screen. Some titles were flowery and romantic, full of soft promises and long courtships. Others were blunt. One in particular sat near the top of the list, its cover image dark and suggestive, the title in bold white letters: “50 EROTICA COMPILATIONS, WRITTEN BY WORLDCUP.

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.”

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

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

Watching her ride me, chasing after her own pleasure was more fun for now. "Hmmm, your dick is so good." She bent to whisper into my ear as she licked my earlobe, while bouncing on my cock. She moved her hands away from my neck, throwing her head backwards as her nails caressed her nipples while riding me hard. I bit my lower lip, trying to stop myself from groaning as pleasure flooded my brain. Diana was a pro at taking my cock in that lustful, dirty pussy of hers. Her moans were like sensational music to my ears, her touch like a spark of fire, igniting the volcano inside of me.