Erotic Clinic Novels & Stories

My head fell back as I placed my finger on it and began rubbing it back and forth, getting myself closer and closer to my peak and I could feel my orgasm ready to push me over the edge. “You see this baby? I need you to lick over it.” I told her as I kept rubbing my clit and without much thought her dainty mouth closed over my nub and sucked it in. “OH FUCK!” I couldn’t hold back my scream as my hips bucked off the bed and I grabbed onto the sheets for support but that seemed to have scared Margot because she backed off a little at my reaction.

He turned up the intensity on the fuck machines so her ass was being pounded hard and she was shaking she was so close to cumming. He slapped her slit again. She moaned. He slapped it again, harder. She cried out. “Please gosh, I want to cum!” He slapped her clit three times, paused so she came just a little bit back from the edge, then slapped three times again. Then he put a device on her that spreads the labia and clitoral hood to expose the clit. Then he slowly rubbed it with little circles. She moaned, she could feel herself getting closer and closer. He pulled out his own hard cock and rubbed it with one hand while motioning for Derrick to come closer. “If you last until I say zero,” h

“We’ll start with the consent process. I need to ensure you’re fully informed and comfortable.” He handed me a thick stack of papers. Page after page of clinical language: “voluntary exposure of erogenous zones,” “manual and instrumental stimulation,” “orgasmic response documentation,” “potential for prolonged arousal states.” My cheeks burned as I read terms like “clitoral engorgement,” “vaginal lubrication measurement,” and “cervical sensitivity testing.”

She moans, "Yesssssss...Sweetie, that's it...yesssss...eat my pussy...eat my clit...eat it...mmmmmmm...yessssss...yessssss...that's good...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh!" Eric, grabs me from behind and starts pumping the hard flesh, "Here...sweetie, I'll take care of you." , While I worked her clit and Eric stroked, our moans filled the shower. He knew exactly what I needed; his fingers barely wrapping over the shaft, worked back and forth over the corona.

I don’t care if she never speaks to me again, as long as she’s supporting him that’s all I care about. Because we’ve all been working hard, we’re treating ourselves to a night on the town. We all decided to hit one of the human clubs we love to go to and while we may have had to sneak in a couple flasks of Tezus just so we can feel a buzz, we’re still having an absolute blast. “Have you ever hooked up with anyone here?” Eric innocently asks. “Why, you offering?” Vitali smirks leaning in placing a kiss on Eric’s mark, making him shudder.

“I love making you cum. Cum for me once more. Cum all around my face, in my mouth.” Erica was holding her legs behind her knees, pulling them and shaking her body. Recognizing tongue from lips, nose, or chin was hard. Erica's face was all in her spread twat. On the off chance that she was licking her butt-opening, her nose was crushing her clit, and if her tongue was smashing into her pussy, her upper lip was getting it. Never did Erica let up, regardless of the amount she implored her to stop. Many climaxes beat her detects, and she had no clue about how much commotion she was making or how long was passing.

In response to this sentence, Eric, who was similarly perplexed, immediately waved his hand and said: "No way! What exactly is wrong with this piece of paper? I do not have a venereal disease." Mr. Joe gave a knowing nod and responded, "Before beginning their shifts, both customers and workers at Happy Hill Pub are transported to a nearby clinic for routine checkups. Stephen, there is simply no way that this could ever take place!" After hearing that, Ryan immediately followed it up with a sentence: "You got that right! Eric's medical needs are not only attended to by the clinic that is located in the lobby of the Happy Hill Pub, but also by a physician by the name of Tommy! If he does have

Genre: Erotica / Public Play / BDSM / Exhibitionism Tropes: Secret Underground Sex Club Public sexual display Multiple Female Characters First-person POV Anonymous Dom Fast-paced, no strings, unforgettable climax Tone: Raw / Explicit / Dark / Dominant / Quick buildup Chapter One: When I entered The Orchid Room, an underground sex club so exclusive that it didn't advertise, didn't take applications, and most definitely didn't appear on any map, I had no idea what to expect. A gentle crimson light filled the room.

“Now.” The woman on the other end sounds professional, unbothered. “Of course. Is the client currently in rut?” “Yes. Very much.” “There’s a surcharge for rut services,” she says pleasantly. “But our providers are trained for all intensity levels. What are your preferences? Personality, scent profile, male or female, any fertility restrictions?” I almost laugh. The absurdity of it. “Submissive. Gentle. Omega. Fertility and gender is irrelevant. Just send someone who can handle a serious rut. Location is The Crescent Hotel, room 709.”

The ever-efficient Martin showed up yet again in the nick of time to take them to the spa. In his usual cheerful manner, he gave them a brief overview of the spa they were going to. He gave them a rundown of some of the services the spa rendered. Vivian’s ears perked up when she heard the spa also offered erotic massages to couples. “Doesn’t that sound exciting?” She asked Oscar with a naughty smile. Oscar didn’t seem so excited. “Are the masseuses male or female?” He asked Martin.