Erotic Stoey Novels & Stories

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, his eyes shut tight, his body shaking as he bit his lip to keep from screaming. "Right there, Big Daddy! Right there! Oh yesss!" I screamed as Preston scrambled my insides. He was a beast, a monster, and I was his willing victim. He let out a final, guttural roar of pleasure as he reached his peak, his entire body tensing as he blasted his hot, thick, sticky load deep inside my belly, filling me to the brim. We lay there for a moment, panting and slick with sweat. Preston leaned down, giving me a hard, sloppy kiss before pulling out of me with a loud, wet plop.

Slowly, carefully, he stroked her femininity until her fists loosened, her knees sagged and her breathing became heavy. Eric ignored the pressure of the man's force pressing against the zipper of his pants, along with agonizing lust similar to the pain in his lower abdomen, and focused on soothing his weak slave. Her cheeks were rosy beneath the flushed skin. It was a color only an orgasm could produce, and Eric couldn't help feeling proud to have been the one to bring it. He stroked her back, no longer surprised by the way she arched in response. He will remember it. This story. She. Shaking that thought away, he began to converse with her in the act.

“You've earned this.” Ida's tongue found the older woman's folds, and Nele let out a soft, shuddering breath. The taste was musky, rich, a lifetime of pleasure held in a single body. Ida licked deeper, and Nele's hand found her silver hair, guiding her, steadying her. Around them, the family fucked. Victor filled Amelie from behind while she licked Ida's clit. Anton fucked Lydia while she ate Mia. Julius leaned against the wall, catching his breath, watching Ida with the eyes of a man who had just seen his future.

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

I nodded as I grabbed my boob and pinched my nipple slightly. I curled my toes, reached back, and clawed at his arm. "Cum, slut" My body obeyed the command at once. I screamed, my cum sprayed everywhere. In a few seconds, Damon slammed his cock into me a few more times. Then she released shots of his hot cum into my ass and pulled out. His cum dripped out of my ass onto the floor, mixing with my cum. We lay down side by side, catching our breaths. "Ella"

He knelt slightly, his hand steady as he pressed the toy against her, coating it in her wetness. His touch was deliberate, the toy sliding along her folds, and her body shuddered, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Her hips twitched, chasing the pressure, and he groaned low in his throat, the sound raw and primal. “So wet for me,” he said, his voice thick with need. “You’re dripping, Eva. My filthy little student, so desperate for this.” He pushed the toy inside her, slow and deep, and her knees buckled, a moan catching in her throat. His hand guided it, steady and firm, her body clenching around it as she trembled from his touch.

A surge of panic waved over me, what was he doing? I got my answer as I watched him place my legs on my shoulders. “oh my goodness” I screamed out, as I felt his strokes go deeper. “Please fuck me, fuck me like a whore.” He picked up his pace, ramming into me without care. I felt my body shake, a loud moan tearing through my lungs and I came. Brown hair followed soon after. I was numb, barely able to pant…yet a tiny smile was carved on my face. It was barely a few minutes later when I felt green scope me up, directing me to get on all fours.

Pushing my hips forward, I slowly began grinding against his face, head thrown back due to ecstasy. He groaned against my clit, the vibration sending waves of pleasure ripping through me. He pressed his tongue deeper, sucking and flicking me with practiced strokes. My fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him close. Ethan had removed my gown now, such that it was hunched up at my waist and my nipples were bare, standing proudly under the dim kitchen lights. His large hand moved to caress my left breast before taking the other bud into his mouth. The dual sensation made me let out a loud moan.