Erotic Girl Next Door Novels & Stories

Miss. After a moment of waiting, the girl returned with a small report. -Thank you for waiting, young man. Indeed, the girl who attended you last night is called Amanda Robinson. She is Rachel Sarde's understudy, her specialty was oral sex services. Sir, why did you spend the night with her, if there is no record of her being here, registered to spend the night with clients. She is only registered for oral sex.

That tall girl with heavy tits spilling out of her tiny tank top leaned right into Eric, pressing her body against his side, sniffing along his neck like a bitch in heat while her hand rubbed slowly and greedily over his chest, his fingers slipping under his shirt to tease his skin. Eric didn’t push her away, just stood there detached as ever, but I felt his body tense behind me. They all started yelling suggestions until they landed on erotic truth or dare, laughs and filthy promises flying around as they pulled couches and chairs into a messy circle. The girl next to Eric kept whispering shit in his ear, her hand sliding lower toward his cock while she rubbed her thigh against him. My hea

"Pardon me. A young woman with short black hair approaches me and reaches for the water dispenser and a plastic cup. I'm sitting so close to it that I suddenly feel like I appear to be attempting to protect it. The room is filled with music, yet it's not too loud. After she had done touring me around, Valerie instructed me to unwind and spend the day at home. The talking, I suppose, happens afterwards. I move out of the way of the girl and lean against the wall. Her ears are pierced from top to bottom. If that makes sense, her hair is almost cut like a boy's and is messy but not untidy. She appears to want it that way. Her gaze Again, I believe she is going for the look despite her enormous

Charlotte lay sprawled on her twin bed in the dim glow of her bedside lamp, the room thick with the humid scent of summer night air seeping through the cracked window. At nineteen, she'd always been the good girl—straight A's, church on Sundays, never even kissed a boy properly—but tonight, curiosity gnawed at her like an itch she couldn't ignore. It started with a forbidden scroll through her phone earlier, stumbling on a video of a woman touching herself, fingers circling her clit with shameless abandon. The sight had sent a confusing rush between Charlotte's thighs, her cotton panties growing damp for the first time without reason. *Is that what it feels like?* she wondered now, heart pou

She arches into me wanting more. Her cries, moans, and audible breaths, I take them all, and with envy. "My naughty little Tate, the girl next door that likes her hair pulled and ass spanked as I pound into her without mercy." "Yes!" she moans, meeting my thrust. Every erotic sound spilling from her gorgeous body, is mine. Tatum Davis, is mine. Pressure builds in my cock, and my chest constricts with the urge to cum. Letting go of one of her hands I slap the side of her ass and she whimpers. My hands burns from the contact.

He shoved his hips up and held them there as he, too, came. The girl standing next to me continued to press her tidy body against mine. I was having serious control problems. I was so turned on, I could hardly stand. I rolled so my back was against the wall next to the door and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. As I did, I let the door close. The girl remained near me, her face flushed and wide-eyed, her magnificent chest rising and falling. Her nipples jutted against her sweatshirt. It looked to me as if she was as turned on as I was!

Phoebe’s POV Before I could say a word, a girl strutted towards him. Her platinum blonde hair flowed behind her as she swayed her hips. Her footsteps, graceful yet calculative, her striking blue eyes staring daggers at me. She wrapped her hands around him, a possessive gesture, marking her territory. I almost rolled my eyes, but the raw power radiating from her, held me back. “Eric, why are you here standing with our prey?” Her voice, soft like a beautiful lullaby, a stark contrast to the ice in her gaze. He didn’t say a word, just kept that annoying smirk which I wish I could slap off, his messy black hair falling across one eye. “I hope you last a day little bunny. It will be such a shame

“If my master barges into my house, and my daddy spanks me and tucks me into bed, what exactly does my dom do?” This wasn’t a question I could answer easily. Hell, it wasn’t one that even had a simple answer. This was the same girl I’d known years ago. The awkward teenager who’d lived next door to me, the one my friends teased had a crush on me. The girl who’d come to me with questions on why boys were so stupid. The one I’d taunted with lines from a silly poem to get her to smile or to rile her up. The same jade green eyes looked up at me now, but that freckle-faced tomboy with a cap of unruly red curls had grown into more than a stunning beauty. She’d become a woman who had been brave enou

Eros spread his arms on the headrest of the sofa. "Now, suck me nice and clean until I come in your mouth." The girl nodded and knelt before him, holding his length like it was sacred. Eros looked at Cassandra and smiled. That smile made something shift in her stomach, but she ignored it. Her whole body was becoming warm, and she could feel her pussy throbbing, but she kept a straight face like none of it was affecting her.

“This won't take long.” It was risky, inept, truly, yet Erica's hands were lifting her legs as far as possible up and pushing them separated. Her hands dropped each inward thigh until Carmen was spread completely open. Erica pressed her pussy as she went to her knees. She peered down her body at Erica's face between her spread legs. It was a vulgar, dreadful situation for her to be in, but it energized her. She planned to get her pussy eaten out by another young girl directly in her dad's home, and that felt quite a bit better to her, but it was unnerving as well.