Erotic Storeis Novels & Stories

Hovering over me, collar still around my throat, he drove back inside with savage need. “Look at me while I fuck you,” he demanded. Our eyes locked as he claimed me. The firelight danced across his muscular chest. I wrapped my legs around him, nails digging into his back as another climax threatened. “Come inside me,” I whispered desperately. “Fill your stepdaughter’s pussy.” With a deep, animalistic groan, Marcus buried himself deep and came hard. Thick ropes of hot cum flooded me, pulse after pulse, as he growled my name. I came one final time with him, moaning brokenly into his mouth as we kissed.

lphone call. ‘Ding.’ The distinct sound of my cellphone broke the silence. I reached for it, my heart skipping a beat—half-hoping, half-fearing it was Eric. But the number was unfamiliar. I pressed the phone to my ear. “Hello?” “Hello, am I speaking to Miss Martins?” a crisp, professional voice asked. “This is Serene Stone from the Acquisition Store for retail designer goods.” I sat up straighter, the fog in my brain clearing instantly. This was the contact Sebastian had shared with me—someone who specialized in discreetly selling high-end luxury items.

His hips jerked with each spurt his hand milking every drop watching it cover me. I watched him come the sight pushing my orgasm longer my fingers rubbing my clit slow now drawing it out feeling his cum warm thick on my skin. “So much,” I whispered reaching down to rub it in spreading it over my breasts and stomach marking myself with him feeling dirty and owned. Rune breathed hard watching me play with his cum his cock twitching still half hard at the sight. “You are fucking perfect,” he said, leaning in to kiss me deep, tasting my mouth slow now, the urgency fading but the heat still there.

I bet I can find a few items for tonight’s dinner. Tia and I walk through the aisles, shifting through the items we see. There are items that reference movies and shows. There are trendy items as well as specialty items. We walk to the back of the store, and I haven’t seen anything of use yet. A worker walks by, and I ask him where more intimate items would be in the store. “Well, we do have a few things in the back. We don’t put everything out….you know, since we never know who will enter the store.”

I felt anxious but excited, like a kid putting their hand in the cookie jar before dinner when they’re not supposed to. As we moved through the store, my eyes bulged at the different things I saw. Brielle wasn't helping matters as she was pointing at everything. "Ooh, look at that!" She pointed at a dildo shaped like an octopus monster. I quickly grabbed her hand and dragged it down. "No, not that." "You're no fun," she pouted. We kept browsing. There were strap-ons, vibrators in different shapes and forms. Finally, the sales rep picked out a pink and purple vibrator shaped like a microphone. The top had a round, smooth edge and the bottom had a silver metallic tip.