Erotic Cougar Stories Novels & Stories

“You’re doing so well. Taking everything I give you.” The command broke me. I came hard, harder than before, crying out as my body clenched around him. My arms gave out and I collapsed forward, but he never stopped. He kept thrusting through my orgasm, chasing his own release. I felt him swell even thicker inside me. “Fuck — I’m close,” he growled against my ear. “I’m going to put my seed in you.” His hips snapped harder. “Do you want me to make you the mother of my pups? Do you want me to make you my queen?”

I call to them. I can’t move. If I take my hand off Bernard he bleeds out, so I'm giving orders to a wall of muscular men from my knees. "Please stand in front of that tape behind me and don’t let anyone slip past you. The cougar is probably long gone, but we can’t take any chances, and there’s always someone who wants to play hero." That's several lies. The cougar is a redcap and he’s dead, but my mate’s somewhere in there, naked and worse for wear.

Derick, who had no idea what I have just done. I touched my lips, then my neck, then lower—just once, through my skirt—and felt her breath catch. I grabbed my bag, got out of the car, and walked toward the apartment. I walked into the apartment still feeling Mr. Grant’s cum leak out of me with every step. Derick was on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and smiled. “Hey, baby. Long day?” “Yeah.” I went straight to the shower, but I didn’t wash between my legs. I left his cum inside me on purpose. When I came out in just a towel, Derick was already hard. He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me like he always did—soft, familiar, safe.

"Well, to be fair, you are as greedy as a whole bunch of no-furs on your own. But there is a lot of me and all of it wants your undivided attention so I guess I like it too." Spitfire gave Guru another smile. But there was a part of him that was already bracing for the letdown. He talked a good game. He could play with Guru like there was a chance they could be everything the tom wanted. He'd heard the stories from the older no-furs who tended to the young, fertile ones at the Rodeos. There were stories of toms who loved and adored their no-furs behind closed doors. Stories of forbidden romances and sweet families raised in secret with a no-fur and tom together.

This feeling is unfamiliar, but I understand that any misstep could lead to serious consequences. Erica is not quite open-minded when it comes to casual sex. This woman still believes in the old-fashioned one-partner for a lifetime nonsense. Despite the undeniable attraction between us, she won’t give herself easily. I need to present my intentions more appealingly to encourage her to abandon this long-overdue myth about fated mates. 'A lot of work lies ahead, but I’m certain the reward will be unmatched," my wolf reminded me eagerly, licking his lips at the prospect of owning her. 'Just watch and see what I can do with her little sexy ass of hers.’

“Squeeze that pretty little pussy for me.” That was all it took. The coil snapped. My orgasm detonated, a white-hot wave of pure ecstasy that ripped through me. My cunt spasmed around his shaft, gripping him in rhythmic, pulsing contractions. I screamed, my vision whiting out, my legs trembling so hard I would have collapsed if he wasn’t holding me up, still fucking me through the incredible, shattering waves.

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

He nodded and continued, "Yes. The cougar does have that urge—not half as much as its urge to kill, but it's there somewhere. When we make love, the wolf participates but the cougar does not. Afterward, the wolf feels peaceful while it becomes very restless and cranky. Sometimes, after we make love, I have to go out for a run or go hunting before it gets sated enough to settle inside me." "Oh... So, with sex—" she began. "Whatever you are going to say, don't even say it. I am not going to allow it to happen." He was going to stop there, but seeing her face fall, he added, "You will die even before you get your message of offering yourself like a sexual, sacrificial lamb, across to the cougar

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 tent filled with the wet sounds of their bodies and Sophia’s increasingly desperate moans. Cole leaned down and bit her shoulder lightly. “You take us so well,” he growled. “Such a greedy, beautiful woman.” Luca thrust up harder. “Come for us again.” She did ,screaming as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. The clenching of her holes pushed both men over the edge. Luca came first, groaning as he flooded her pussy. Cole followed seconds later, burying himself deep in her ass and filling her with hot spurts.