Erotic Clinic Novels & Stories

he said calmly, "this is medical treatment. Therapeutic tension release. Your husband won't find out unless you tell him." "But this isn't...." "Your body is holding severe tension," Marcus continued in that clinical voice. "I can feel it. You need release...physical, emotional, sexual. That's what I'm trained to provide. This is therapy, not infidelity." "I don't know..." "Let me show you." His fingers slid through her wetness, finding her clit, circling it with expert precision. "Your body is responding because it needs this. Because you need this." Elena moaned, her hips lifting involuntarily.

three times in two weeks. Rachel, twenty-eight, who'd brought her husband for "erectile dysfunction therapy" and now came alone twice a week. Elena, twenty-five, whose boyfriend couldn't make her squirt....but Dr. Stone could, and now she was addicted to the sensation. They all knew why they were there. All knew what happened behind that closed office door. All knew they couldn't stop coming back. One by one, they were called in. One by one, they were thoroughly fucked.

“This pussy belongs to me-“ he growls “-not Eric , not anybody else, Mine!” He slaps my clit continuously, his dick taming into my insides at the same time. I’m going to cum” I cried out eyes rolling to the back of my head His thumb picks up pace, his dick dragging against my front walls “yess baby, cum on this dick, cum on my cock like a good girl” . I came hard, harder than all the other times , my whole body shaking as my pussy clamped down on him hard.

I could feel something coming and I knew that I was about to climax. “Just cum…forget everything. Just stay with me…” EROS whispered sweetly to me. My eyes widened and I cried out his name loudly when his other hand began pinching my clit. My legs spread even wider apart as my whole body writhed from the unbearable pleasure of his double stimulation. This is just too much…

"Good evening, Mr. Dervishi." He didn't bother to respond—his demeanor was colder than ever. The club was exactly what you'd expect from him. Dark, full of low lights and a heavy atmosphere, charged with desire and pleasure. As he entered, the sound of music enveloped him, bodies moving to the soft rhythm of the bass. The clientele enjoyed the atmosphere, the freedom the walls granted them, and the available bodies around them. It was one of Eros's exclusive clubs—and for some reason, that night, it didn't offer him the comfort it usually did.

“I am all for teaching you, outside, Claire. If that is your thing.” “W-What? N-No,” I flushed, aware that he had only been teasing, yet unable to help myself. What on earth was I doing? I had asked myself that question two days ago, when I signed up on the Erotic Tutor website. The thought of an absolute stranger helping me be less frigid– as my ex had so graciously put it– was terrifying. Exciting, yes, but still terrifying. What if he is a serial killer? I nibbled on my bottom lip, eyeing him. What had he meant by when the lesson was learnt?

We enter it, and then forget anything but the two of us and the feeling of connection we are both experiencing, for a long, long while. He settles me on the bed beneath him, and I rest comfortably allowing my shoulders drop onto the soft marerial. Anticipating what he’s planning, but I have some idea from the way he’s looking at my skirt bunched up around my waist, my pink, throbbing pussy on full display. He lowers his head to my folds and I lose my ability to form words. “Ugh… mmm…” is all that comes out of my mouth. I’ve forgotten what I was just about to say, and I keep trying to remember and failing as his mouth closes over my clitoris, pulling on it with his lips. My groans get louder

Watching Samson and Faro chatting with each other under their breath, I narrowed my eyes, curious about what they were discussing, but Eros stuck his face in front of mine and said, “Let's go shopping for stuff.” “I don't have any money, Eros. I didn't get a paycheck for working at your penthouse,” I explained and he snorted in laughter. Shaking his head he eyed me oddly and said, “I will buy you whatever you need.” “Then I will need some feminine items because I will be getting my aunt flo eventually,” I murmured as my cheeks turned pink. Feeling his hand on my leg I peeked up at him. “You don't have to be embarrassed about your monthly courses, Tess. I'm very familiar with the female anato

Eric was close, almost uncomfortably so, staring up a few inches from where his wife's pussy was being practically split open by Dex's cock. "God, baby, his cock is so perfect," Vicky said. "Don't you love seeing my pussy like this?" "So much," he said. "I'm so glad he agreed to be your lover." Nicole whimpered, biting Dexter's shoulder as she continued to watch. He guessed that she'd just worked an orgasm from herself. Whimpering, Vicky quickly built up her own orgasm, cumming as Eric leaned in and started to strum a finger across her clit. Dex didn't feel any masculine fingers on anything of his, so he knew he was being extra careful.

Seeing she was interested, Antonio told her some of the intimate things the woman in submission could be forced to do. Then he said wistfully. "All the husbands claim there's no arousal like the one you get from watching your own wife in an erotic feminine confrontation with another woman." Smiling hopefully, he said. "It's very secretive, intimate and private. No outsiders are ever allowed. It's just what it's meant to be—a little intimate secret erotic club. "Honey... ," Molly said, smiling up into his handsome face. "I have a little secret to confide to you also," She giggled, "it's kind of embarrassing."