Erotlc Stories Novels & Stories

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

More, and more. End of Book 1

Amanda lay sprawled across the living-room rug, body slick with sweat and cum, chest heaving as the five men circled her like predators who’d already tasted blood. Diego’s massive cock was still half-hard, glistening with her juices and his own release; Tyler’s curved shaft twitched at the sight of her ruined holes leaking thick white ropes down her inner thighs. Kelvin, Jace, and Marcus stroked themselves lazily—cocks shiny, veins pulsing, ready for round three, four, whatever it took to break her completely.

Killian dropped to his knees, hoisting my leg over his shoulder to feast on my clit once more. As Sinbad's thick dick slid into my soaking, wet cunt and Killian's tongue flicked my swollen nub, I looked Jimmy dead in the eye one last time. I pressed the button, and the heavy curtains swept shut, erasing him from my view. "Happy New Year, Jimmy," I mewled before getting lost once again in the Belafonte twins' touch. THE END.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

“Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut right here on the rooftop. Anyone could walk around this corner and see me ruining your tight cunt.” Her dirty words sent a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs. I clenched hard around her fingers, my legs trembling. Lena removed her hand from my mouth and grabbed my throat instead, squeezing just enough to make my eyes roll back. “You like that, don’t you? Being my secret whore.” She leaned in and bit my bottom lip hard. “Say it.” “I… I like it,” I moaned. “I’m your secret whore.” “Good girl.” She dropped to her knees right there in the shadows, yanking my dress up to my waist. In one rough motion she ripped my panties down my legs and shoved the

“I want to feel how tight you are. I want to make you come on my cock. I want to hear my real name on your lips when you do.” I smiled and ground down on his lap. “My real name is Lyric. But you only get to use it if you earn this pussy tonight.” His eyes darkened. “Lyric… fuck, that’s sexy.” I stood up and slid my thong down my legs, kicking it away. Completely naked. “Last chance to back out, Roman.” He stood up too, towering over me. “I’m not backing out.” I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. “Then get naked. I want to see everything.”

“Raymond, please let me cum this time. . ." But he pulled back just as her orgasm began to build. "What's wrong with you?" Lara cried. Raymond stood up and turned her around. He lifted her skirt even higher and pulled her panties down to her ankles. “Beg for it, Professor,” he taunted as he slid three fingers in. “Tell your student how badly you need.” Lara moaned louder. Her hips pushed back against his hand. Her pussy clenched tightly around his thrusting fingers. “Please. Don’t stop this time. I need it so bad. . ."

“I love it, I love it, oh god, don’t stop!” He added a third finger, stretching me impossibly wider. The burn was exquisite, a full, aching pressure that tipped me over the edge. He found a rough, ridged spot deep inside me and rubbed it relentlessly with his curled fingertips. “There it is,” he snarled. “There’s that spot. That’s the spot that makes sluts like you squirt. Come on. Soak my hand. Let me feel it. Squirt for me, you perfect fucking cunt.” His words were the final trigger.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."