Erptic Stories Novels & Stories

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

“You’re so wet already just from thinking about him.” She dipped two fingers lower, sliding them through my dripping folds before pushing them slowly inside me. I gasped as she curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside while her thumb kept rubbing firm circles on my clit. The wet, squelching sounds of her fingers pumping in and out filled the room as she worked me open, adding a third finger when my hips started bucking desperately against her hand.

“You had a book about those the day I first met you.” His posture seemed to straighten ever so slightly the moment I said that, as if he were surprised I remembered that detail. “That’s right, I suppose I did.” “What else did it say? Was it a book of folklore?” Eric sighed. “It… was an old book, and very outdated—to the point that I’m not entirely sure how much of it was true or not. I wish I could sate that curiosity, but…” he hesitated, “I would do you a great disservice to spread something that might be wrong.” He thrummed his fingers against the table. “If it’s history you want, perhaps I could interest you in the legend of the Moon Goddess, or… or maybe the alpha king who was cursed by

This gave me more comfortable access to her delicious pussy and let me go deeper with my tongue. Following a tip I'd read in an erotic story somewhere, I began with the alphabet technique, simply recreating the alphabet between her lips. According to the story, the unpredictability of the movements created a wild pleasure that built up steadily. It seemed to be working. By the time I was at Q she was moaning loudly, begging me, "Don't stop, Derek, don't stop!" Of course, I had no intention of stopping. I could have dined on this delicious delicacy all day and all night, wallowing in the amazing taste.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

She was breathing harder now, her hand slid to her thigh, her fingers brushing the hem of her skirt, she couldn’t help it, she lifted the skirt slightly and slipped her hand inside her panties, she touched her clit in slow circles, she was damn soaked. Jaxon looked up and saw her hand moving, his eyes darkened instantly, but he didn’t move nor did he stop her. “Keep going,” he said, voice low. “Tell me about the Q&A session.” She moaned softly, her fingers sliding inside herself now. “Someone… someone asked about emotional memory… I can’t…” He set the folder aside, leaned back and watched her. “You can, keep talking.” She stripped the blouse off, no bra, her nipples already hard, her skirt u

He drinks down every orgasm as he tries to get another. I look down at him between my thighs, that hungry look still on his face. “I’m sorry, honey, but you know Jermelle is gay, happily married, with three freaking kids.” I don’t know why I’m trying to get through to him. I should just take my pussy-eating punishment and let it be, but I might die if I cum one more time. Is that possible? Probably not, or it would have happened already, seeing as I’ve been his for over ten years.

“Natalie’s my girlfriend and you’re not going to ever mention our encounter to her.” I yanked my arms away. ”And if I do? She’d be pleased to hear that you denied her" His face laced with worry, as he moved his head in restlessness. I continued “or no! Maybe I should tell her how you graced my bed and promised to never let me go.” "Does she even know what you do?" A massage therapist? Encountering different women? “I’m also a web designer” he snapped. His defense, trying to get in the way.

“This pussy belongs to me-“ he growls “-not Eric , not anybody else, Mine!” He slaps my clit continuously, his dick taming into my insides at the same time. I’m going to cum” I cried out eyes rolling to the back of my head His thumb picks up pace, his dick dragging against my front walls “yess baby, cum on this dick, cum on my cock like a good girl” . I came hard, harder than all the other times , my whole body shaking as my pussy clamped down on him hard.

Eric stood by, raised his hand and whispered, "Maybe there's another way..." They did not seem to hear him at all, and remained motionless. Eric gulped nervously and continued, "We can take her for a full checkup." "Even if that person does have any germs, they can be eliminated and prevented." "And her wounds need to be attended to, don't they?" Eric cleverly replaced Teberius' word for "filth" with "germ." So Teberius's dislike of me became fear for me. He was worried that Chris and I might get the virus from the guy who tried to rape me.