Erotic Shemales Novels & Stories

She writhes against his hold, her hips bucking, a desperate, uncontrollable release. She’s shuddering, her body shaking uncontrollably, trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. Her breath comes in ragged, desperate sobs, tearing from her throat. And then, she screams. It’s a raw, primal sound, muffled as he clamps his other hand over her mouth, silencing her, preventing the sound from echoing through the quiet house. Her scream is hot against his palm, a vibrating roar that speaks of utter surrender, of profound, unbidden pleasure.

“Our slut, our toy, our cum dump. Lick till I cum.” Lisa yanked her hair tighter, riding her face with reckless abandon. Her body shook as her orgasm approached. She shifted her weight, pulled one hand free from Naomi’s hair, and spread her pussy lips open with two fingers. “Here,” Lisa gasped, looking down at the cleaner pinned beneath her. “See how pink and fresh it is? Lick it. Lick it well.” Naomi darted her tongue out again obediently and dragged it across Lisa’s glistening flesh.

Finally, she licked her fingers clean, keeping her eyes riveted on the two men standing above her. Shawn was mesmerized. He didn’t know this kind of thing happened in real life. Erica was a pure cum slut and this memory would live on as one of the highlights of his life. He could get it on with a hundred p**n stars and the chances of surpassing this evening were slim to none. “Shit, baby, you wore me out.”

A continuation from the last chapter … Leaving her body and shortly my nose caught it, I began to get an erection, my mind racing through thoughts of pushing my dick inside her wet pussy. And I quickly caught it, she was releasing pheromones, an intense one. I turned to tell selena and to a jaw dropping view, her skirt was raised to her upper thigh, her finger rubbing around her clit through her panties, her tongue soak and dripping as her eyes rolled back, she was gone. I looked again to where the mother nature was and there was no sight of her but Mike laid on the floor. I felt a warm touch on my dick through my shorts, and I turned, it was her, her skin shinning, her scent of both roses a

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

I flicked my pussy, harder than I had ever done before in my life, while imagining it was Kendrick with that fat cock of his, pumping into me hard. I have also imagined Kieran fucking my mouth with his big dick and Killian, spanking my butt cheeks hard as I laid over his laps. It was one of my wishes, especially this Christmas that one of them would approach me for a sex deal, if not all. I am Samantha, a lady in her early twenties and also a really horny girl who desires to be punished by men with huge rods. In short, I am a big cock Lover. I once dated a guy with a tiny dick and regretted it for the rest of my life, because that dude wasn't even good in bed.

My thighs trembled again; fists clenched harder, knuckles white against the black sheets. “Fuck,” I breathed. Damon chuckled against my ear. “That’s level one.” Ethan clicked again. The buzz intensified—deeper, faster. Pleasure spiked sharp; my cock leaked steadily onto my stomach. I moaned louder, hips rocking back against nothing. Malik leaned down, kissed me slowly, filthy, tongue sliding in time with the vibration. His hand wrapped around my cock, stroked once—firm, twisting. I bucked into his fist, moaning into his mouth.

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

I whimpered between sobs, my voice breaking. He reached around and slapped my clit hard, then went back to gripping my hip, using me like a Fleshlight. The pain and pleasure mixed until I couldn’t tell them apart. My sore pussy clenched tighter around his invading cock, milking him desperately as another orgasm threatened to rip through me. He fucked me even harder, hips snapping forward with wet, obscene sounds. Schlick-schlick-schlick. My juices were dripping down my thighs. I was a complete mess… crying, drooling, ass red from his slaps, pussy ruined.

I whispered, which may not have been exactly true just then, but I knew what Shelly wanted to hear. "Mmmm ... Bobby." She hugged me even tighter, smiling as she rocked her cock into my ass like we had all the time in the world. And we sort of did, being Sunday morning like it was, and I didn't even bother looking at the clock. I just closed my eyes, trying my best not to feel ashamed of being fucked by a beautiful shemale, and concentrated on the pleasure of being jerked off. The other pleasure, the sensation of her cockhead kissing my prostate, was one I didn't want to think about. Like the heat that was building deep between my thighs. The soft contractions of my asshole clasped around She