Erotic Stoey Novels & Stories

Well, I know I’ve been long in setting up my little story here, but this is where our story gets interesting. After one of those aforementioned “hard days of work,” I went to the local watering hole with my best friend Stacy. We had always been close; we roomed together in college, and now we’re both personal trainers, so she felt my plight when it came to nights like this. I was throwing back wines like it was going out of style which always seemed to be occurring on half-price wine Wednesdays while listening to Stacy tell some of her racy and risqué stories of conquest. Stacy had taken to catering to the good-looking sector of our clientele and had taken to seducing them. She noted how “it

"My Lord, you've wronged me. I never did such things." My father raised one hand. His guards dragged someone through the open doors and forced him to his knees on the floor in front of everyone. It was a painter. The guards forced him to the ground and barked, "Tell everyone here exactly what you told us. Every word!" The man trembled all over and immediately cried out, "Okay... Okay! It was the duchess who gave me a hundred silver coins and ordered me to draw an obscene painting. She also gave me the young lady's portrait and told me to copy it. She even sketched a rose and told me to use it as the birthmark on the waist..."

He stroked it slow while looking down at me. “Your turn,” he said. “Make me come.” I sat up on shaky arms. My hand replaced his. I stroked him the way I thought he would like. Fast then slow. He groaned low in his chest. His hips moved a little. “Faster,” he ordered. “That’s it. Jerk your boss’s cock like the good little assistant you are.” I did what he said. My hand moved quicker. Wet sounds from my own juices still on my fingers mixed with his groans. He came with a deep grunt. Thick ropes of cum landed on my chest and stomach. Some hit my blouse. Warm and sticky.

“Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.” Her words stung, but they also made my pussy clench harder around her fingers. Ria leaned down, kissing my neck, then my lips, as she pleasured me with skilled, relentless strokes. She added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me until I was moaning into her mouth and coming again. I came hard, shaking, and my juices were soaking the sheets. When I finally came down, panting and spent, Ria kissed my forehead. “But if you really want him… you’re going to have to prove you can take it.”

Lira’s hand tangles in my hair as she yanks my head down while the monstrous cock keeps growing, getting so big that I know I can’t possibly take all that length. The cock slaps heavy and hot against my cheek with a wet thwack. It’s huge—thicker than my wrist, veined like twisted ropes under velvet-smooth violet skin, the fat purple head already leaking a steady stream of precum that stretches in shiny strings from my skin to the slit, begging me to lick it off. The musky scent hits me hard, sweet and arousing, making my empty cunt clench around nothing. “Open that pretty whore mouth, Skyler.” Lira purrs, voice low and rough.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

I reached back and grabbed his thick, muscular arms, trying to pull him even deeper. "Are you ready to leave it all behind?" he growled, his sweat dripping onto my back. "Yes! Just fuck me! Make me yours!" I shrieked. I was losing my mind. The erotica of the moment was too much. I felt my body tightening, my pussy clenching around him like a vice. I was sobbing and shaking as the waves of pleasure washed over me. Dax let out a loud, raw roar and came deep inside me, his whole body shaking as he filled me up.

Eric :this is the 3rd to the last pose of the day ,so let’s stay here for a little while,stretching our legs,back and arms. I heard a rip and the cold air,brushed past my bare pussy, he pulled his dick, my pussy was already soaking wet, and I didn’t care how wrong this was.. I just needed something inside me. Eric: I need every one to him their favourite song, something that connects you to you favourite time in life.

"Tell me who this cock belongs to." "You're mine!" she wailed, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "Your dick is mine! Every drop of your cum is mine! Sarah is just a vessel, Edwin... you're my husband, my king, my fucking stallion!" The intensity reached a breaking point. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, the inevitable explosion nearing. I accelerated, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my muscles straining. I drove myself into her one last time, burying myself as deep as humanly possible, feeling my cock throb against her cervix.

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