Doctor Erotic Story Novels & Stories

I heard him tell Benjamin who only grunted in response, and I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me that he was already jerking himself up. Moving my free hand to my pussy, I spread my wet pussy lips open and hoped he would notice. “Oh, we hit the jackpot with this one, I’m glad we agreed to come fix her sink.” He noticed. “She wants me to use her cunt while she sucks you off.” He told Darrel who could barely say anything with the way my tongue was twirling around his balls and my hand moving from the base to the hilt of his dick. “Well—” Darrel hissed, “what. are. you. going. to. do?” He managed to let the words out, and without hearing another response, I felt something thick invade my openi

In one swift motion, he shoved it in. Pain exploded in my as his manhood rip through me. I instinctively dug my nails in his back. He didn't react, only his body moved up and down slamming my insides. Tears stung my eyes but he only increased his pace. Tossing me and turning me in various vulgar and erotic positions. In one loud grunt, I felt something hit rush into me as Derrick collapsed on the bed. His steady breathing showed he had fallen asleep.

I nodded as I grabbed my boob and pinched my nipple slightly. I curled my toes, reached back, and clawed at his arm. "Cum, slut" My body obeyed the command at once. I screamed, my cum sprayed everywhere. In a few seconds, Damon slammed his cock into me a few more times. Then she released shots of his hot cum into my ass and pulled out. His cum dripped out of my ass onto the floor, mixing with my cum. We lay down side by side, catching our breaths. "Ella"

he said. "It's called a cock, son. A big, and I am guessing, still really hard cock. Big..." I smiled, standing up. "...stiff..." I continued stalking slowly around the table towards him, "...cock," I finished, arriving next to him. He stared up at me, speechless. Standing above him in a position of authority, I looked down past my naked breasts at his face, changed the subject and started asking a few rhetorical questions. "So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?"

What do I tell the doctor when he asks what was wrong with me? Okay. Doc, I don't know but I feel this tingling sensation whenever he touches me. I get wet for him every time. He makes me go crazy and whenever I sleep, I dream of him. I get thrusted in an erotic dream whenever I sleep. He slams my wall in a way, that leaves me begging for more. Wait, is that okay? Yes and that's stupid. What do you think! How was I going to tell the doctor all of these shit?!

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

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.

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

"Erica, I was ashamed. How could I explain that I had an erectile dysfunction from an explosion? It was embarrassing. The times I went out, it was to my doctor and the time you caught me in the bathroom, I was so frustrated that I was trying to force an orgasm. It worsened my situation.” He squeezed my hands even tighter. Something about his story felt off. When I saw him in the bathroom, his cock looked fine to me. Maybe it was my mind playing tricks on me, making me see what it wanted me to see. "Erica, I appreciate everything that you did today–” He kissed the back of my hand tenderly. “–It means a lot to me. I just need to get better." I felt a strange feeling in my chest. I wasn't angry

“Please.” He relents to my pleading. My eyes roll back as he slides into me with a little more pressure, but still in slow motion like the first time. I tilt my head backwards and part my lips to allow uncontrollable moans to escape. My toes curl as he slides in and out of me with such skill that can rival the Greek gods – not that I’ve had sex with the Greek gods, but this is how I imagine it. My fingers dig into the sheets, and I can no longer string a word. Moans and gasps are the only things I know how to say.