Erotic Harem Stories Novels & Stories

Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole. Lia screamed as both massive cocks stretched her to the limit. “Feel that? Two cocks ruining your holes at the same time,” Ethan growled, choking her lightly from behind. “Say it.” “I’m a whore!” Lia wailed, voice broken. “I’m a dirty fucking whore! Use me…. wreck me — please!” Jax slapped her tits hard. “Gonna turn this nerd into the team cum-dump.” They pounded her mercilessly. They pulled out and stood over her spent, ruined body. Cum poured from her gaping asshole and stretched cunt onto the mat. They made her crawl and clean both cocks with her tongue, licking every drop of cum, ass juice, and pussy

“I fucked myself with my fingers right there on the pool chair. I continued even though I knew you could see me… It made it better, I wanted you to see” He takes a single step forward, towering over me. One hand finds the countertop behind me, the other landing beside my hip. Trapping me. Caging me in. “Why are you telling me this?” His voice is a growl. “Because I wanted you to see.” My voice trembles, but I don’t step back. “I wanted you to want me.” His nostrils flare. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Harper.” “Am I?” I whisper, sliding myself onto the counter, skirt riding high. The cool granite touches my thighs. His gaze drops, lingering on the garter clips against my skin.

She screamed into the redhead's cunt, muffled and desperate, her hips bucking wildly as she squirted again, soaking his shaft. The stranger followed seconds later, groaning deep as he buried himself deep and unleashed. Hot spurts of semen filled her up, marking her insides, overflowing and dripping out with each final thrust, and the redhead kept riding her face through it all, chasing her own peak, her juices flooding Lara's mouth. Lara lay there, spent and trembling, cum leaking from her pussy, her face slick with another woman's arousal, surrounded by the endless orgy. And she knew this was only the beginning.

The ladies of his harem,’ Karen said as she obeyed, her head spinning as the girls came closer, draping themselves on big, square tapestry-covered cushions circling the lounger. They laughed, long throats stretched back, wide red lips opening on perfect teeth, scents escaping from their skins, exotic products from French perfumeries - jasmine, verbena, musk — overlaid with spices. This mingled with their individual body odours, fragrant hair and strong vaginal emanations. They were women who were sexually active and aware, joyously embracing every apsect of bodily sensation.

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!”

It was messy, loud, and he convulsed in pleasure beneath him. Just as they collapsed in a heap of sweat, and semen, the bed broke beneath them. “Shit,” Jesse laughed. “We just broke the last bed in Nebraska.” Marcus rolled onto his back, panting. “Worth it.” A group zombie groaned outside the window, while they caught their breaths slowly falling asleep. Jesse turned his head. “Hey Marcus?” “What?” “I’d totally let you do that again. Just saying.” Marcus reached over, pulled Jesse close, and whispered in his ear;

The Pack's Triquetra is Book 2 of the Series, which begins with The Pack's Secret Keeper. **Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. ** Havermouth, Eight Years Before Heath’s mother was crying.

She welcomed Archer by opening her mouth wider, letting them both rub their thick lengths across her lips and cheeks, even pressing them to her tits as her tongue darted back and forth between them. “You dirty little slut,” Thom grunted, grabbing her hair as she moaned happily around him. “Mmm, give me more. I’ll take both.” Her eagerness made both men groan and rut against her face. That was the sight Sandra, one of the women in the Alpha's harem and Fenny's rival, had walked into. She had heard Fenny was arrested and thrown into prison and had come to gloat. She hadn't expected to see the crazy woman still slobbering over cocks.

After his revelation, he found it more and more trying to be around his family. Erica never stayed the night in his bedroom again. But each night in the middle of the night while the others slept, she'd sneak in and climb under the covers next to Matt. She'd jerk him off in his boxers and he'd return the favor, fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit until she had to bite down on a pillow to keep from screaming as she came. By the 5th and final night at the cottage, it had become an expected routine.

THEMES: Lust and Luxury, Elite modelling agency, Luxury setting, Group submission, Harem play, Orgy, Self- touch- denial, Consensual corruption, Degradation of Glamour, Ownership and Possession. KINKS: Power imbalance, Age Gap, Collar restraint, Leashes, Food play, Older male, Top Models, Dirty Talks, Forced Orgasms, Creampie Fetish, Cum Bath. The first thing I notice when I walk in, is the mirror on the... mmmm... UP.