Erotica Short Stories Novels & Stories

Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire. They spent the next hour exploring every part of her, moving from the sofa to the soft rug on the floor. Her breasts were squeezed and kissed until they were flushed red, and her thighs were bruised from the grip of their hands. She felt like a queen in the middle of her own private storm. Every time one man finished, another was ready to take his place, keeping the fire burning bright. By the time the lights in the club started to dim and the morning was close, Layla was completely spent. She lay on the floor, her hair a mess and her body glowing with the remnants of their passion. The three men sat around her, lookin

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

She spread us open a little with her fingers so every slide of our clits lined up better. The shorter woman set the rhythm...slow at first, then firmer, rolling her hips so our wet folds dragged against each other in long, slippery strokes. The sound was filthy. Soft, wet, constant. Every time our clits caught, a sharp spark shot through me. The taller woman leaned down again and kissed me hard while she watched us grind. Then she shifted higher, guiding one of her breasts to my mouth. I sucked her nipple without thinking, tongue flicking the tight peak while the shorter woman kept scissoring against me with growing urgency.

He breathed as I rubbed it through his shorts. "Well if you want me to keep doing it, you'll give me a nice kiss. In fact." I grabbed the snap of his shorts and pulled it open, "You do a good job, I'll reach right in and grab it, and wouldn't that feel better?" "Yes." "Then, how about you give your naughty teacher a kiss?" I closed my eyes and parted my lips once more and my heart pounded in anticipation as I awaited his kiss. After a moment of nothing, I stopped moving my hand and lifted it from his crotch. Immediately his lips pressed quickly to mine and with a soft moan, I grabbed his cock and stroked it once more.

Each stroke longer than the last but taking care not to go too far and pop out. It was heaven! Utterly erotic, utterly naughty and, at the same time, the most intimate of acts and with the lady that I loved. I got into a rhythm, coming out four or five inches and sliding back in until my pelvis slapped into her buttocks. I didn't need to go very fast; the sensations were already exquisite and I wanted this to last a bit longer.

Letitia’s hands flew to his hair, hips rocking against his mouth as pleasure cut through the cold still clinging to her skin. “I still hate you,” she gasped, even as her thighs trembled around his head. Connor looked up, lips shiny with her arousal. “Good. Hate me while you come on my tongue.” He slid two thick fingers inside her, curling them perfectly while his mouth sucked hard on her clit. Letitia came with a sharp cry, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure rolled through her. Connor didn’t give her time to catch her breath.

Rita leaned in, whispering filth right against Nina’s ear. “Listen to how wet you are. He’s gonna ruin this little cunt, baby. Gonna make it so only his cock ever feels good again. You’ll be sneaking in here every night begging for it, won’t you? Begging your brother-in-law to breed his wife’s slutty little sister.” Nina came with a wail, pussy gushing around Liam’s fingers, thighs shaking so hard Rita had to hold her down. He didn’t stop. He kept licking, sucking, fingering her through it until she was sobbing from overstimulation, until another orgasm crashed through her before the first one even ended.

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"

I could feel every inch of him go in and out in seconds, he was so full inside me, I couldn’t breathe. And not because he was choking me, but because the sensation around was killing me. He drove in deeper and faster and I screamed out in pleasure and closed my eyes. “Look at me”, he demanded. “Look at me as I ruin you”, he said again. Then he smacked my ass hard making me start begging. I don’t even know what I was begging for but the feeling around was too good i just had to start begging. “Fuck Youre so sweet Ava, damn Youre so fight”

“My after-class project. My desperate little slut who traded her dignity for a letter on a page.” His words were filth, and they poured over her like hot oil, searing her shame and transforming it into fuel. Her climax built with terrifying speed, coiling from the very brutality of his fucking. She was sobbing, pleading, begging for it, for him, for the oblivion he offered. “Please…” “Come for me, Elara,” he commanded, his own control fraying, his thrusts becoming wild, uncoordinated. “Come on your professor’s desk. Show me you accept your terms.”