Erotica Dor Women Novels & Stories

Cristina's POV. "Ahhh, Mmmm." A loud gasp came from the other side of the door, followed by rasped heavy breathing. That was exactly what I needed. Heat bloomed low in my core as I shoved the door open. The scene before me was like something out of my wildest fantasies and my nipples hardened under the tight leather gown I'd thrown on. In a corner was a woman, her legs spread far apart. One man pumped his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, making her quiver beneath him while another guy fucked her throat hard, slamming against her again and again as his groans escaped his mouth.

he asked roughly. “Yes. Please.” He lifted me up and lowered me onto him in one slow, deep stroke. I cried out as he stretched me open. So full. So perfect. I started riding him immediately, bouncing on his cock while the others watched. “Fuck, she is tight,” Damon groaned. “Greedy little pussy sucking me in.” Sienna reached between us and rubbed my clit while I rode him. “Come on, baby. Cum on his cock. Let everyone hear what a slut you are tonight.”

She ground her pussy harder on Lena’s thigh, the friction making her pant and shudder. “Do it back” Dora moaned, biting Lena’s lip. “Make me cum on you.” Lena’s trembling hand slid between Dora’s legs, pushing aside her panties until her fingers found the wet heat underneath. Dora gasped, her whole body jerking but she pressed harder against Lena’s touch. “That’s it,” the man growled. “Rub her pussy. Make her squirt for me.” Lena’s fingers slid through Dora’s folds, slick already coating them. She circled her clit the way Dora had done to her, rubbing fast, messy circles until Dora cried out against her lips.

The ad flashed an image of a dimly lit room, surrounded by mirrors, with the tagline "Experience your deepest desires in the mirror room." Curiosity piqued, Bella clicked on the link and was led to a website that promised the ultimate sexual experience. It was a place where one could live out their fantasies of being ravished by a mysterious entity while watching themselves in countless reflections. Intrigued, she signed up for a session, eager to explore this new world of pleasure.

He pounded into her relentlessly, the wet slap of his hips against her ass echoing loudly. “Yes! I love it,” she sobbed. The confession spilled out of her. “I’ve wanted this for so long….wanted you to ruin me.” Ethan laughed darkly and sped up. “Then say it. Tell me what you are.” “I’m… I’m becoming your whore,” she gasped between thrusts. “Louder.” “I’m your whore!” she cried, voice breaking as another orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, squirting slightly onto the floor.

Two thick fingers pushed the lace aside and plunged into her slick pussy, curling against that perfect spot inside her. "Ah...Marcus!" She rocked against his hand, her juices coating his palm. The wet sounds filled the small office. He dropped to his knees suddenly, spreading her thighs wide. His mouth descended, tongue lapping greedily at her clit, then diving deep into her folds. He devoured her like a man possessed, sucking her swollen nub while his fingers fucked her relentlessly. Dorathy gripped the edge of the desk, thighs trembling, her moans growing louder until she shattered...coming hard on his tongue, her pussy clenching rhythmically.

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually. “Lisa, no one wants to see me naked. I’m sure of it.” Lisa waved her hands. “Oh, please girl! You still got hips that won’t quit, big titties, and a beautiful face. Someone is going to want you.” I raised a brow. “I see you didn’t mention my ass.” “Uhm. You aren’t working with much in that department, so... Thank God you were blessed with a pretty face.” Lisa’s phone pinged as she took it. “Holy shit! Remy just posted” she came to me, showing me.

Thierry and Adewale claimed them in turn, the women used without mercy. Elena’s first orgasm was slow rolling — a deep, swelling tide. “Oh fuck… it’s building so deep in my cunt,” she moaned breathlessly. “Your thick cock is stretching me so good… I’m rolling… don’t stop filling your whore!” Lila’s was sudden and sharp. “Ahh— I’m cumming right now!” she screamed, body locking. “Pound my wet pussy harder— yes— I’m squirting all over your cock like a slut!”

Her hands instinctively grasped Adrian's shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh, her hair spread like a halo against the fellow's chest, a wild, tangled mess. The fellow behind her slid his hands around her body, his touch rough and possessive, squeezing against her breasts, pinching her nipples until they stood erect and aching. He kissed her mouth roughly, his tongue plundering hers as he moved faster, slamming his dick into her ass with an almost frantic energy. Adrian, on the other hand, didn't hesitate. As the fellow's hand groped her breast, Adrian slid his own hand around her waist, grabbing her ass, mirroring the other man's possessive grip, and slammed himself into her pussy