Erotic Dhort Stories Novels & Stories

Two: some small, traitorous part of me hadn't stopped thinking about what he'd said since he said it or about the two seconds after I fell, when neither of us had moved. I sat back down at my laptop, stared at the same flat, lifeless paragraph for a long time, and then before I could talk myself out of it opened a new tab. My cursor sat blinking in the search bar for almost a full minute before I typed the question: does an erotic writer need experience before writing? I deleted it. Typed it again. This time I hit search.

They edge me. Every time my thighs start shaking and my moans get higher, the one inside me stops moving and just stays buried. The one in my mouth pulls out and taps his wet cock against my cheek until the urge fades. Then they start again. Over and over. My arms burn. My cunt feels swollen and desperate. Drool runs down my chin onto my tits. “Beg,” the tall one says against my ear. “Beg us to let the debt-wife come. Look at the man who put you here while you do it.”

My thighs part a little wider under the table. Derek pushes two fingers inside me. Thick. Deep. He curls them immediately, stroking that sensitive spot while his thumb keeps working my clit. The wet sounds are faint but unmistakable to me. My breathing quickens. My tits rise and fall with every shallow breath. “God, you’re tight,” he murmurs, eyes locked on my face. “And dripping. Does your husband know how much of a slut you become when you’re turned on?” “Yes,” I whisper, hips subtly rocking against his hand. “He loves it. He loves knowing other men want me. Want to fuck me.”

“Gonna make you come right here, Em. Then I’m gonna lick every drop off my fingers so I know exactly how you taste.” I was panting, whimpering, my hands gripping his hair as the pressure built fast. “Ooooh god, Alex… I’m so close… ahhhh… fuck me with your fingers harder—” He obliged, slamming his fingers deep and fast, thumb pressing firm on my clit. “Come for me, dirty girl. Come like you did in that dream. Soak my hand so I can smell you on me all night.” The orgasm hit me like lightning. My thighs shook, pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

“Greedy little slut. You act all innocent around the family but the second we’re alone you bend over like a whore. I bet you’d let us fuck you on the porch if we told you to.” The idea hit me hard. I whimpered and nodded as best I could, saliva running down my chin. Ryker reached around and started stroking me in time with his thrusts, his grip tight and perfect. “You’re gonna cum just like this, bent over the counter like our personal fuck doll. Then we’re dragging you to the couch and starting all over.” My legs shook. The pressure built fast, every deep stroke hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. “I’m close… fuck, I’m so close.”

“Let it out, bitch.” I squirm and squirt. Too weak as my system starts to shut down. I collapse onto my side, shaky, and breathe unevenly. My ass is broken. “Your husband should thank us.” Dante leans in to rub my breasts, smearing his brother’s semen all over my body. “What do you say to your masters?” He demands, rubbing down to my clasped thighs and parting to feel my trembling cunt. Please. No more. “Yes… Thank you, masters.” I stutter. But he doesn't stop. His hand finds my clit and he stays.

Author's Notes: Thank you for supporting my work and making it this far. I really hope you loved and enjoyed the stories in this book. This next sequel of compilations contains a plethora of raw, hot sizzling erotic romance/mafia stories that will keep you on the edge of your SEAT. It's not advisable for underage. And if you are not into reading erotica, do not continue, or else you'd be stuck into this new captivating world. It's going to be very much interesting and I hope you would love it.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Oh God, I do love younger men. Doris shifted on the bed to spread her legs wider; three fingers of her left hand slipping in and out of her pussy. “Oh, god. I so need to have an orgasm right now... Oh, I can’t help it. These stories sound so realistic... so very vivid, oh, if only I could... if only...”

Amanda lay sprawled across the living-room rug, body slick with sweat and cum, chest heaving as the five men circled her like predators who’d already tasted blood. Diego’s massive cock was still half-hard, glistening with her juices and his own release; Tyler’s curved shaft twitched at the sight of her ruined holes leaking thick white ropes down her inner thighs. Kelvin, Jace, and Marcus stroked themselves lazily—cocks shiny, veins pulsing, ready for round three, four, whatever it took to break her completely.