Erotic Impregnation Stories Novels & Stories

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.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

He slammed back in, doggy style, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust deep and fast. “Fuck, your pussy grips me so good." Thea slid beneath me, her mouth latching onto my swinging breast as she tried to suck them, desperate. Adam slapped my ass lightly. “You two are filthy. Kara, tell me how my cock feels.” “It’s so big… stretching me… don’t stop!” I gasped, feeling Thea's teeth against my nipple. Thea chuckled lightly. "Fuck her harder, Adam, make her come.” He growled, thrusting faster, his balls slapping against me. “Come on my cock, Kara. Grip me.”

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.

“Take it, Victoria. Take it like the hungry wife you are.” He reached around her, his fingers finding me, wet and throbbing. He plunged two fingers inside me, his thumb circling my clit. The dual stimulation—feeling him fuck his wife while he fingered me—unraveled me. “Oh god,” I whimpered. “Look at her, Victoria,” Jonathan commanded, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Look at what you’re a part of.”

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

“Harder—all of you—fuck each other like you mean it—” Diego growled, hips snapping faster—cock pistoning in and out of her sopping cunt, churning the mixed loads into frothy cream that bubbled out with every withdrawal. “You’re gonna make me come again—gonna flood this whore hole—” “Do it,” she hissed. “Fill me while they breed each other.” Jace came first—body seizing, ass clenching around Tyler’s cock as ropes of cum shot across the coffee table. Tyler groaned into his mouth—thrusts turning erratic—then buried deep and unloaded, hot pulses flooding Jace’s guts until white leaked out around his shaft.

Then he suddenly pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and threw my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half completely — breeding press position. He slammed back inside me, going so deep I could legit feel him in my stomach. “Fuck— Alessandro!” I cried out, my eyes rolling back. He fucked me like he wanted to breed me, deep, powerful strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. His heavy balls slapped against my ass as he stared straight into my eyes. “I’m going to keep this pussy filled with my cum every single night,” he growled, pounding me mercilessly. “You’re going to be addicted to my cock. Addicted to being bred like a good little wife. You want that?”

I was drooling, unable to think clearly; the only thing in my mind was how good he felt in this position. Touching every part of me. It didn’t take long before I felt that familiar knot building in my stomach again. “Come for me again… you’re doing so well, taking everything I give you,” he said, bringing his hand down to play with my slit. With those words, I came—this time harder than before. Exhausted, I fell forward as he continued thrusting. I felt his movements slow slightly, and I felt him grow even harder inside me. “Fuck—I am close. I am going to put my seed in you,” he said, kissing my earlobe before whispering, “Do you want me to make you the mother of my pups? Do you want me to m

Troy asked me to his parlour, I thought word must have gotten to him that his wife was touching herself in the dark while the world viewed. I never realized that the power of a woman who wanted you in her bed was playing out wildly in ways I would never had imagined. Why was her husband telling me he was impotent, and he would love for me to impregnate his wife if I agree to it?