Errotic Novels & Stories

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

He stood between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers, a mix of hunger and dominance in his gaze. With a swift, aggressive movement, he positioned himself at her entrance, his lengthy dick pressing against her wetness. "Please, Daddy," Bianca moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "Fuck me and tpear my pussy apart." Dr. Kendrick didn't hesitate, he entered her, filling her wet pussy completely. Bianca screamed, her back arching off the table as he hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. "Oh god, yes! Please, ohhh my pussy tear it Daddy, don't have mercy on me!"

“Not some prissy business cunt. Yeah, you’re gorgeous, hot as fucking hell, but deep down, you’re just a dirty little slut who needs her holes used, aren’t you?” Letty couldn’t stop, wouldn’t, even if a gun was jammed to her head. She kept grinding, her hips snapping with brutal, relentless force, her eyes rolling so far back they showed only whites, utterly consumed, loving every raw, agonizing inch of his cock relentlessly plowing deep inside her.

Eric moves his d*ck in and out of her ass hole, and each time thrust it back with more vigour than the last time. Alicia whimpered underneath him, she felt so used... Eric felt he was going to cum very soon, so he pulled out of Alicia ass hole, stood up and then knelt down next to her face. He raised her head up with his hands, then forced her to take in his d*ck inside her mouth. Once his d*ck was deep buried deep in her mouth, he had his release, shooting every drop of his sperm in her mouth. Eric didn't care if she struggled against him, or if she gagged a million times.

The way her body responded to the slightest touch told me she was on the edge already, needing more but too scared to ask. I leaned closer, lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "You're shaking," I murmured, dragging my hand just a little higher until I found the opening of her pussy. "That for me?" She nodded, eyes half-lidded, lips parting as a soft moan slipped free again — barely audible, but enough to make me want to throw every rule out the window. "You want me to stop?" I asked, not pulling away instead pulling my finger deeper. Her head turned, her eyes locking with mine. There was a quiet kind of fire there — nervous, guilty, but still burning. “No," she whispered.

Her shorts are twisted to one side, and it’s her bare pussy rubbing itself against my thighs. I hold the back of her neck in a tight grip. I don’t know if I’m pulling her closer or pushing her away. “This is wrong,” I say. My own words sound like they’re coming from the other end of a tunnel. “Then why is your cock so hard, Daddy?” she asks, lifting up her shirt, and showing me her barely legal tits. My hands slide down her arms, till I’m holding her elbows. I push them behind her, till I see her tits quiver and shake. My muscles are taut as I try not to get my cock into her pussy like I want to.

“No—no, Eric—get off—” He laughed, a low, cruel sound that vibrated against my skin. His thumb pressed hard on my clit, rubbing in rough circles that sent conflicting jolts through me—pain mixed with a sickening flicker of sensation I hated myself for feeling. “Look at you, getting wet even now. You love it, don’t you? Filthy little whore. Begging for it like the trash you are. I should have done this sooner—reminded you who owns this cunt.”

She tempted him even more. She approached the pole and glued her throbbing jewel between her thighs. She didn't know, but it seemed like that part was starting to get wet while she was doing what she was doing. She held on to the pole and rubbed herself, especially the lower body on the cold pole. It's like she's having sex there. The man scooped up all the contents of the glass and placed it on the table next to him. One of his fingers was already on his lip and he was holding it while staring at what she was doing. She suddenly turned around and rubbed her legs up to both thighs.

he asked, genuinely confused. Isla shrugged her shoulders feeling a sudden surge of bravery from her rush of adrenaline. She walked slowly towards him, her hand steadily undoing the knot of the robe. “Lust. Lust makes people do things and I have always wanted to explore sexually with an older man.” she stopped in front of him, her hands fell to the side and the robe ropes followed.

I immediately spun around to exit the store feeling partly infuriated, partly embarrassed. Infuriated - with Eriol of course, because he didn’t so much as warn me beforehand that it was a flipping pleasure shop! What kind of a butler is he?! Embarrassed - with myself, because obviously it was my poor choice. How would I know? I am innocent on these kinds of erotica equipment. Never had I seen one before. But now, my eyes felt like it was being ripped out of its sockets and tossed into the holy water to be cleansed.