Erotci Stories Novels & Stories

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.

The orgy spread like wildfire. A tall, muscular male grabbed one of the younger females and bent her over a fallen log. He drove into her pussy in one savage thrust, knot swelling almost immediately. She screamed in pleasure, pushing back onto him, begging for more. Another male stepped up behind the first , sliding his cock into the first male’s ass while he continued rutting the female. Triple knotting. The sounds were obscene , wet slapping, growls, desperate howls. Selene finally lifted herself off Lucien’s knot with a wet pop. A thick river of his cum poured out of her, dripping down her thighs and onto his stomach. She stood, legs steady, and looked down at him.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

, my mouth vibrating around Draven's shaft as an orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, my ass clenched hard on Lucien, my pussy spasmed on Cedric. Waves of bliss pulsed through me as my juices squirted out drenching Cedric's thick cock and his thighs. Lucien roared as he buried himself one last time balls deep in my ass and spurted hot loads of his cum filling me up. Cedric followed as he jerked his hip ferally until he tip pushed through my cervix once more. He pumped his load in my womb, filling it up and mixing with Thorne's earlier load.

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

Lyla is having a horrible day. Cranky and emotional, she's ready to go home when Aaron bursts into the flower shop and begs for a bouquet so he can apologize to his girlfriend. Unfortunately, flowers aren't going to solve this problem. Luckily, Lyla has another idea. This story is part of the When The Lights Go Out universe. These stories do not need to be read in any particular order; they all revolve around the same event and have some connections, but are stand alone pieces.

Then he slowly pulled out, watching with dark satisfaction as his cum dripped from my well-fucked pussy. Alexander uncuffed me gently, helping me sit up on the bench. His hand stroked my hair almost tenderly. “This isn’t over, Abby,” he said, his voice low and promising. “Not by a long shot. There’s so much more I’m going to teach you. So many ways I’m going to use this body before the night is done,” he paused, then added, “and beyond.” I looked up at him, still trembling, my body buzzing with the aftershocks of my orgasm and fresh anticipation. “Yes, Mr. Rossi,” I whispered. “Please.”

“Fuck, she’s gripping me like a vice. Good girl.” They started moving. Ryan in my mouth, Ethan in my ass. Then they switched—Ryan pulling out of my throat with a filthy pop and sliding into my pussy while Ethan took my mouth. I was stuffed from both ends, drooling, moaning, orgasming again as Ryan’s curved cock hit my G-spot perfectly. “Double stuff her,” Ethan ordered after my fifth orgasm left me shaking. They moved me like a ragdoll. Ryan lay on the couch. I straddled him reverse cowgirl, sinking my soaked pussy down onto his cock. Ethan pushed me forward, lined up, and shoved back into my ass.