Erotic Ai Story Writer Novels & Stories

Sinbad roared. 1..." "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The sky exploded in a riot of gold and red fireworks. At that exact second, my body went into a violent spasm. I was having a literal seizure of pleasure, my walls clamping down on them like a vice. Sinbad let out a guttural roar, sucking on my neck as he emptied his hot load deep inside my ass. Simultaneously, Killian crashed his lips onto mine, muffling my screams as he bucked one last time, filling my pussy to the brim with his thick sticky seed.

I was already soaked, my pussy lips were swollen and slick. He watched every move I made. Then he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, it was thick and hard. The head was already wet with precum, he wrapped his hand around it and started stroking slowly. “Tell me what you wrote,” he said. I kept rubbing my clit in small circles. My breath came faster. “I wrote about a man coming in after closing. He bends me over the desk, he pulls my skirt up and fucks me hard.” He stroked faster. “Keep going.”

Those lips are as soft as I imagined, and he’s a good kisser. I must say Thirst Trap really knows how to use those hands because the pleasure coursing through me is on another level. It doesn’t take long for pressure to build in the pit of my stomach. The scent of me fills the air, and it makes me even more aroused than I already am. Thirst Trap’s cock twitches against my lower back, and that is the deal breaker. My legs start to quiver, and I feel a climax approaching. “Noo!” I cry out when they both stop touching me right before I can climax. I was so close!

Pushing my hips forward, I slowly began grinding against his face, head thrown back due to ecstasy. He groaned against my clit, the vibration sending waves of pleasure ripping through me. He pressed his tongue deeper, sucking and flicking me with practiced strokes. My fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him close. Ethan had removed my gown now, such that it was hunched up at my waist and my nipples were bare, standing proudly under the dim kitchen lights. His large hand moved to caress my left breast before taking the other bud into his mouth. The dual sensation made me let out a loud moan.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

I stood where I was, cold the whole time, not a word to stop him. A worker stepped forward, apologetic. "Ma'am, older AI units develop a willful, paranoid consciousness, which is why they defy their owners. We can replace him with a next-gen model, free of charge." I rubbed at my throbbing brow, weary. "No need. I've stopped expecting anything from these machines." The worker looked at me, guilt flickering across his face, and kept bowing. "I'm truly sorry, ma'am. Our product gave you a terrible experience. But I promise, the new model has built-in restraints, with no agenda and no paranoia, and if anything's off, one remote tap locks and destroys it. It stays fully controllable."

“She milked every drop of cum from his cock… taking everything he had…” Elias groaned my name and came hard, filling me with thick, hot spurts. I kept riding him slowly, drawing out every pulse until he was trembling beneath me. When we finally caught our breath, I untied him completely and kissed him deeply. I opened my laptop right there on the bed, still sitting on his cock, and published the full story under both our names. “Written by Amaya Vale & Elias Voss.” I leaned down, kissed him softly, and whispered against his lips. “Now you’re my muse.”

He was savoring her, taking his time, letting the warm water and the night air heighten every sensation. Emma moaned softly, her head falling back as she met his rhythm. She rolled her hips in time with his, grinding down on his cock while the water splashed gently around her waist. Marcus leaned down and kissed her, deep and slow, his tongue sliding sensually against hers. The kiss matched the steady grinding of his cock, making everything feel connected and intimate. Emma kissed him back hungrily, her hands sliding over his broad shoulders and into his wet hair.

We kissed, and this could be the end of the journey for the therapist and the patient’s story, but a new beginning for lovers who find their path. “I must say, you fuck too good.” I bit my tongue. “I want more, daddy,” I sounded way more seductive than my looks.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3