Errotic Short Novels & Stories

"Let me feel that pussy." Our mouths find each other again, kissing messy with tongue tangling, we moaned into each other's mouth, our eyes half closed. Then he froze. "Shit...I don't have a condom." "It's okay, I'm on pill." He slammed up into me, hard and fast. "Oh fuck, Grey! Yes!" He didn't slow down. His cock was hitting my spot over and over. I grabbed my hair, pulling it into a quick ponytail, sweat dripping down my chest.

Meanwhile Boris continued to thrust his manhood between her breasts as his wife devoured Aura’s pussy. A large crowd had now gathered and they all watched in arousal as the trio continued with their erotic display of shamelessness. “Enough! Ohh my ... she will drive me over the edge stop...” said Aura. “I am so horny! Get off of my tits and fuck me like the horny bastard that you are Leo. Show all these people how horny you are for me,” she said.

I was tired, I was frustrated, and the heat in the room was starting to feel like a living thing. Tinashe stepped closer, moving into the small gap behind the counter where the customers couldn't see us. Under the strobing red and green lights, she reached out and let her hand fall onto the front of my jeans. She didn't hesitate; she grabbed me through the denim, her thumb rubbing the head of my cock as it surged to life instantly. "What do you say, Eric?" she whispered, her eyes dark and daring. "Ready for a break?" ~~~ The air in the tiny staff bathroom was thick with the scent of industrial cleaner and the muffled, pounding beat of the club.

But the second the last employee left or when they had even thirty seconds alone, the mask dropped completely and the real Adrian came out. The public risk started small but quickly became more dangerous and addictive. On Tuesday afternoon during a long department meeting, her phone buzzed silently. The text from Adrian was simple and commanding: “Go to the bathroom right now. Send me a picture of your clamped nipples and your wet, dripping pussy. Make it good.” Emma excused herself, heart hammering, and obeyed in the stall. She took several explicit photos and sent them to him, terrified someone would notice how flushed and distracted she looked when she returned to the meeting.

I noticed that all of her pictures characterized her as a prim and proper lady, her clothes were perfectly fit on her body, it was so good, alluring, and addicting but not to the point that you will lust over her. Well I lust over her. I cursed when a message popped on my screen but taken it when I saw that it was from Erica. I opened it and it fucking stunned me. Gritting my teeth, I watched the video she sent me and I quickly became aroused! She fucking sent me a video of her touching herself! It was only a one minute video but it’s already enough for my cock to erect. Erica: Oh god! I’m sorry, Marco! I sent it to the wrong person! I’m sorry!

My juices coated his shaft, making obscene squelching sounds with every descent. I leaned forward, breasts brushing his uniform shirt, and twerked on his dick—fast, filthy little bounces that made my round ass ripple and clap against him. Ryker’s head fell back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut as he fought to stay silent, whispering my name like a prayer. “Mila… fuck, baby…”

Ariel I’ve always had a slut kink. I wanted to be manhandled, pulled, slapped, and fucked in every hole. But by who? That was the problem. I wanted someone strong enough to handle me and someone I was attracted to at the same time. I looked at the clock on my nightstand and it felt like it was mocking me. It had been exactly ten minutes since I’d swallowed the "special" tea I’d bought from that underground shop, and only two minutes since my boyfriend, Mark, had shattered my pride over the phone.

Mmmmmm. Sunny was the last. The thin white tank slipped off her slender frame, showing small, perky tits and tight little nipples. The denim shorts dropped, and she stepped out of them with that same delicate grace. Her pussy was neat and prettier than the rest, so fucking smooth, and so fucking hairless. The outer lips were thin and soft, the inner ones a soft, bright pink that looked almost fragile against her pale skin. When she turned slightly, the slit was visible, a clean, pretty line that made my mouth water.

Clatter— The knife and fork slipped from Luther’s hands, hitting the floor with a sharp ring. Even with his face hidden behind the black mist, I could feel the shock rolling off him. Tch. Annoying. I grabbed Luther by the collar, pulled him close, and kissed him hard—pressing my lips to his and sliding the cherry from my mouth into his. Our tongues brushed; he tried to pull away, but I didn’t care. I bit down on the cherry, letting its overly sweet juice spill out slowly between us.

He had a big dick, he looked like he might also know what to do with his fingers and tongue, and I just couldn’t wait to see him in action. We both started rubbing her pussy, both our fingers flicking her clit and teasing the slit between her legs through her shorts as we took her tits in our mouths. “Oh…. Oh fuck…. Dustin! Felix. Fuck. I—Oh my god. Fuckkkk.” That was it. That was exactly what I wanted and the fact that she had screamed Dustin’s name so loud first told me that she also knew what I wanted. Her body began to shake as her pussy began oozing from behind her shorts. I reached up and grabbed her shorts, pulling them down and revealing her perfectly shaved pussy, and as I pulled th