Novel & Cerita Erotic Revenge Stories

She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her, and her hips bucked even harder against his mouth, her cunt soaking, dripping onto Clara’s bed as waves of pleasure crashed over her. “Oooh, S-sir!” she cried, her eyes rolling back, her body trembling, her screams echoing in the room. The thought of Clara’s husband making her cum, right here on their bed, made her scream louder, her revenge burning bright as her body shook with release. As the waves subsided, Ava lay trembling, and Rex pulled back, his lips wet, his eyes dark with satisfaction. Then he finally took off his clothes, freeing his cock from the confines of his trousers, and her eyes widened at the length of it.

Emily’s POV This was revenge sex. Sex that would make me forget that I ever felt any atom of lust towards that mother fucker who treated me badly and manipulated my feelings. I wanted it raw, rough and stretching out my insides in the craziest way. Sex that is meant to love Kyren deeper and never look at another man’s face or look at his dick again. “Holy fuck! This is so crazy and you feel so big.” I screamed out loud and arch myself further into him so that my ass was directly hitting his groin.

Blood trickled down my forehead as the rotten food hit me. "Pay us the money, or we'll make sure a greedy businessman like you gets what you deserve!" I didn't even know who yelled that, but the crowd surged forward, and they started kicking and punching me. In the chaos, someone kicked me in the stomach and knocked me to the ground. I could feel a searing pain burning inside me. Someone stomped on my leg, and with a crack, I heard my shin snap. The pain was so intense that I couldn't stop screaming.

A lesbian couple explores dominance and submission when one breaks their rules. This leads to a raw and intimate moment of punishment and deep connection. Trigger Warning: This story deals with themes of hardcore BDSM and humiliation. Skip this story if you can't handle the heat. ****************** I came home from work early and found Tory naked in our bed, using the vibrator on her pussy. Instead of reacting right away, I took a moment to watch her. Her legs were spread wide, and she was pleasuring herself with a wild, carefree abandon I rarely saw. Usually, Tory was shy about this, but not now. I savored the sight of her misbehaving.

“We . . . didn’t even know you were seeing anyone.” “It wasn’t really public knowledge,” I say, shrugging like it’s no big deal—not really. Just that I didn’t fake an entire marriage with a bloodthirsty amnesiac Lycan King who could crush me like a grape if he ever got a flash of memory back. “It happened pretty fast.” I scrunch my nose in satisfaction. This is one heck of a revenge. Dante doesn’t speak. He simply stands behind me, some devil-cut sculpture with his hand tightly on my waist, his presence radiating with silent, lethal heat.

There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context'. 'Did it turn you on?' I asked simply. Julia now flushed bright red and did not answer. 'Your face tells me that it did. I'm glad, which is what it's supposed to do. Did it offend you?' 'No. How could a lovely story like that offend me?' she asked in return. 'What better definition of erotic writing do you want. Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically' 'Do you think that that story is true?'

I could already feel my balls tightening, but I fought it, focusing on her pleasure like she taught me. “Fuck… you’re doing so good for your first time,” she gasped between kisses, nails lightly dragging down my back. “Keep going. Fill this pussy. Make me cum on your cock next.” I kept thrusting into Elara in steady, deep strokes, her silky walls gripping me perfectly. But something inside me snapped. All the weeks—no, months—of celibacy, the frustration, the games… they ignited at once. My hips suddenly snapped forward, harder, faster, pounding into her with long, powerful strokes that made the chaise creak beneath us.

“You’re still pathetic.” “Shut up—” he groaned. I knew exactly what I was doing. I wanted him broken, humiliated, helpless, in the same way he has tried to make us. This wasn't just sex- it was revenge. And I wanted every second of it to burn into him like a brand. “You shut up,” I snapped, my nails digging into his shoulders as I bounced on his cock like I owned it. He let out a loud groan. “You want a show? Here it is.”

“What are you saying?” I reached up, cupping his face with both hands, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Marco cheated on me. He told me I’m disgusting. Ugly. Used up after giving him five kids. That we’re only married on paper. He hasn’t touched me in almost two years… but I know you want me. I’ve always known. So I’m done waiting. I want revenge. I want you to fuck me. I want you to claim this body he doesn’t want anymore. Make me yours and Ruin me for him.” The confession hung heavy in the air between us. Luca’s grip on my waist tightened almost painfully, his cock twitching against me. For a moment, I worried I had gone too far.

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