Erotical Stories Novels & Stories

I was too weak to stand, leaving me vulnerable to his ministrations. He kept licking and sucking, totally ignoring all of my complaints and cries and worshiping my body. Releasing my hands, he grasped my legs, steadying me against the wall to maintain a grip on them. Guessing, he was offering support. As he ventured into my opening, his tongue choreographed a sensual ballet, sliding…up and down. He swirled it and folded it, using it to probe me. I only got wetter, flowing like a river, in the midst of his saliva.

I whispered again. Kissing Tania’s cheek, I gently spoke into her ear. “Are you alright Tania?” She finally stirred, and then opened her eyes. “That was the best experience I’ve ever had, how did you learn to do that?” “Oh, it’s something I read about in an erotic story,” I lied. Putting her arms around my neck, she whispered, “Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

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He opened the valet and It had 100$ inside it. “Problem solved! I can borrow 400$ from Henry and add these 100$ in it and keep it back in the locker. This way Mr. Paul will never doubt on me again!” Keith headed towards Henry's home. A person who was a friend Keith always remembered in his toughest times. But, unfortunately never gave him a helping hand in the times of need. Keith reached Henry's home and explained him the entire situation. Keith always shared all his problems with Henry and took advantage of him by acting innocent. Henry helped him and landed him 400$.

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She loves what James does to her body until she feels something inside her womanhood is about to explode. James accelerated his tongue's movement in and out of Antonette's femininity even more, causing Antonette to reach the peak finally. Antonette thought that was the end, that it was already over. Still, she was surprised when James suddenly came over her again, raised both hands and gripped her fingers tightly, kissed her torridly, and rubbed his manhood against her womanhood, causing her to moan again.

They edge me. Every time my thighs start shaking and my moans get higher, the one inside me stops moving and just stays buried. The one in my mouth pulls out and taps his wet cock against my cheek until the urge fades. Then they start again. Over and over. My arms burn. My cunt feels swollen and desperate. Drool runs down my chin onto my tits. “Beg,” the tall one says against my ear. “Beg us to let the debt-wife come. Look at the man who put you here while you do it.”

He squeezed her round ass and teased her their tight holes with his fingers. The sensation was pure heaven. The warm oil made every slide smooth and erotic. Sara's pussy left wet trails along his cock as she rubbed against him. She slid her pussy lips up and down the full length of his enormous cock, teasing the swollen head against the entrance but not letting him enter yet. Vincent’s breathing became heavy. His cock twitched and leaked precum. The teasing drove him insane. “We’re your little sluts now, Daddy. Use us however you want," Sara whispered.

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them and hide. The cool air against my wet folds made me shiver. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my already swollen clit. The wet sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I forced my eyes open, releasing my bitten lip. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me as I circled my clit faster. My hips began to rock against my hand without permission.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.