Erotic Black Stories Novels & Stories

The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with her whimpers and his low, filthy praise. “Such a brilliant fucking girl… taking my cock so well… gonna come inside this tight little cunt and make you sit through tomorrow’s seminar leaking me down your thighs…” The threat pushed her over again. She came with a silent scream, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. Blackwood followed seconds later, burying himself deep and spilling hot, pulse after pulse, groaning her name like a curse and a prayer. For a long moment the only sound was their ragged breathing.

We like to pretend it's because we hate each other that we glare like this but it's obviously sexual tension hanging thick in the air between us the same way my pussy is soaking wet between my legs. My mouth and mind can keep cursing at him and insulting him for being a morally grey bastard but my body is always saying otherwise and going against my brain and logic. The boss of my mafia clan is insanely dangerous and insanely attractive at the same time. He is crazy in all the best ways and no one can come close to the level of sinfulness he brings to the table. I have seen him fuck two girls at a time and not get tired, I have seen him take a woman raw and he did it right in the middle of h

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

My muscles are taut as I try not to get my cock into her pussy like I want to. Layla rubs her tits against my face, moaning and shuddering as the orgasm crashes into her. Her pussy gushes against my thigh, her release all over me. Everything becomes quiet in that moment, till it’s just her breathing mingling with mine. Maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe I could give in to this power that we’ve created, and it would be okay after. She wants me too. I could show her what big, bad Daddies do to their little girls. But a flash of lightning illuminates the pink in her hair.

“Bondage, discipline, dominance, submission but in my domain it’s my rules. You sign the contract you follow them.” He pulled out papers from a drawer. “Here, read it.” I took the papers. It was typed out clear. It said Elena Harper agrees to one night with Alexander Black. Physical acts include restraint, spanking, light pain play. No permanent marks, payment upon completion. Confidentiality both ways and no emotional attachment. I looked up. “This is strict. What if I can’t do something?” “Then you say red,” he said. “I stop, but if you sign, you try. No backing out halfway unless you safe word.”

Kissed her forehead, then her mouth, slow, tasting of copper and possession. “You’ll wake in my bed at dusk,” he said softly. “And every night after.” Elara’s eyelids grew heavy, hypnosis, blood loss, pleasure too intense to fight. She curled into his chest as he lifted her again, carrying her up the grand staircase toward shadowed chambers. The storm raged on outside. Inside Blackthorn Manor, something ancient had finally claimed what it had waited centuries for. And she had let it happen, willingly, eagerly, forever.

He moved closer and, still fondling his bulge, Karen sat back in the chair, one leg thrown over the other, squeezing her thighs together to bring pressure to bear on her clitoris. There was something powerfully erotic about the glorious interior of Blackwood Towers. Generations of Burnets had fucked there — not only husbands and wives but, no doubt, a multitude of illicit lovers as well. It was as if the tumescence, liquid arousal and violent pleasure of these people from the past had impregnated the walls. She could almost see them dressed in period costume, ruffles and lace, trooped skirts and powdered wigs. Her mind slipped notches, filled with swirling coloured lights and images of forni

NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> I love pornography. I regularly d******d videos and pictures from the Internet and love reading erotic stories. I am particularly drawn to pictures of black women with their chocolate brown skin, nearly black nipples and velvety pubic hair. I am a white male in my thirties and have never been with a black woman. I've been married for about ten years and my wife and I enjoy an adventurous sex life. She gets turned on watching x-rated movies and reading erotica as much as I do, but doesn't understand my fascination with dark skinned women.

Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance