Erotic Dhort Stories Novels & Stories

I reached back and grabbed his thick, muscular arms, trying to pull him even deeper. "Are you ready to leave it all behind?" he growled, his sweat dripping onto my back. "Yes! Just fuck me! Make me yours!" I shrieked. I was losing my mind. The erotica of the moment was too much. I felt my body tightening, my pussy clenching around him like a vice. I was sobbing and shaking as the waves of pleasure washed over me. Dax let out a loud, raw roar and came deep inside me, his whole body shaking as he filled me up.

His thumb found my clit and I grabbed his wrist, not to stop him but to hold on. His fingers moved faster. Deep, deliberate strokes that made my toes curl against the cabinets. "Eric...." "Quiet." His mouth covered mine, swallowing the sounds I couldn't hold back. My orgasm hit fast. My whole body seized around his fingers, legs clamping tight against his hips. I bit down on his lip to keep from screaming. He held me through it, fingers still moving, drawing every tremor out until I went limp against the cabinet. "Good girl," he murmured.

Ethan slammed into her cunt in one savage thrust, bottoming out so hard her arms gave out. “Fuuuuck, this cunt is still so tight.” Jax knelt in front, forcing his cock back down her throat. Ethan spat on her asshole and shoved two fingers inside while he destroyed her pussy. “You’re taking it in the ass tonight too, slut.” He pulled out of her dripping cunt and pressed his fat cockhead against her virgin asshole. Lia screamed around Jax’s dick as Ethan forced his way in, stretching her raw. The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch.

I reached between us and lined him up and sank down in one slow drop that made both of us break the kiss to breathe. “Fuck,” I whispered. “You’re so deep like this.” “Then move,” Dominic said. “Ride me. I want to watch you bounce.” I put my hands on his chest and lifted and dropped and the wet slide of it punched a moan out of me. I did it again, faster, and my ass slapped down on his thighs and he cursed and grabbed my hips. “Harder,” he said. “You can take it. You’ve been taking it all day. Show me.”

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

The words hung in the air between us, loaded with meaning that made my pulse race and my pussy clench. Mrs. Morrison launched into some story about the neighbors' new puppy, and the attention shifted away from me. I grabbed my wine glass like a lifeline, draining half of it in one gulp. When I set it down, Derek was still watching me. His hand rested on the table, long fingers drumming a slow, deliberate rhythm, and I couldn't stop thinking about what those hands would feel like spreading my thighs, fingering my dripping cunt, choking me while he fucked me senseless.

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

The thought made her pulse quicken, like she was holding a secret that wasn’t meant to be found. She hesitated only a moment before sitting cross-legged on the floor and flipping the cover open. Inside, in messy handwriting, was a title scrawled across the first page: “Collected Stories — From Women, For Women.” Chloe blinked. The handwriting was feminine, rushed, and almost secretive. She turned the page and read the introduction, scrawled in looping letters:

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

Welcome to The Art of Seduction, a series crafted to lead you through the labyrinth of human passion, where every turn reveals another facet of our darkest fantasies and most forbidden dreams. Here, seduction is an art form, a game played with skillful precision and dangerous intent. It’s a world where whispered promises can lead to a lifetime of ecstasy or an eternity of torment. Each story within these pages is a journey, an invitation to step into the unknown and embrace the shadows that lurk within us all. But be warned, dear reader, this path is not for the faint of heart.