Erotic Mens Stories Novels & Stories

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

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?'

The three men sat around her, looking at the masterpiece they had shared. She was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, a perfect mix of soft curves and raw, wild energy. She closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips, knowing that this was a night that would haunt their dreams for a long time. The memory of the weight of her breasts, the tightness of her pussy, and the sound of her loud, messy moans would stay with them forever.

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

He parted his lips and Toussaint’s thick cum-coated fingers slid in, the warm saltiness of semen flooding his taste buds. “Fuckkk!” Toussaint rasped at the sexiness of the sight. After licking Toussaint’s fingers clean, Jace stood up, cock erect and facing him, then knelt down as ordered. “Take them off,” Toussaint ordered and Jace complied. Toussaint’s humongous cock sprang out like a viper ready to bite. Jace’s jaw dropped at the length and size of it. He’d seen cocks of various sizes but none like THIS. It was at least thicker than his wrist and longer than most.

"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you, my son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect and ready-to-burst cock.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

It was a wild mess of muscle and skin. Ava was being fucked from every side. She was never empty. There was always a giant cock inside her, stretching her and filling her. She felt the different shapes—the width of Bane, the length of Mako, the heat of Tane. The erotica was loud. The men were shouting and groaning. The sound of their bodies hitting was like a drum. Slap. Slap. Slap. Ava was lost in the pleasure. Her brain was gone. She was only a body, a Goddess being used to save the world.

I stroked him eagerly, loving the way he groaned and thrust into my fist. “Such a good little whore,” he praised, voice strained. “Look at you, naked on your professor’s desk and jerking my cock like you were made for it.” He kissed me again while I stroked him faster. His three fingers returned to my pussy, stretching me open while his thumb tormented my clit. We moved together—filthy, desperate, perfect. I released again on his fingers, moaning into his mouth as he spilled over my hand and stomach in hot, thick ropes.

“Taste it. Taste what you did. What we did.” He forced his fingers past her lips. The flavor was complex—her own tang, the bitter salt of other men, the unmistakable musk of raw sex. She sucked on them, her eyes rolling back, a fresh wave of shameful arousal drowning her anger. Satisfied, he unzipped his jeans. His thick cock, already fully hard, sprang free. He rubbed the head through the soaked, sensitive folds of her pussy, gathering the mixed fluids. “This is what you do to me,” he hissed. “You make me a fucking animal. You make me want to share you and then reclaim you.”