Explicit Erotica Novels & Stories

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

This form of degradation feels so fucking good it makes me want to cry, I feel like I didn’t deserve to be this aroused. “This is where you belong…..” Darius affirmed as he dug his feet into my face, “under my feet.” He continued and I whimpered, wriggling under his feet with the inability to breathe. “Look at your slutty cunt, dripping with your juice and my cum like a pathetic fucktoy,” his deep voice threatened to push me over the edge and I felt the mixture of my juice and his sperm seep out of my cunt. “You don’t deserve our cocks but we gave it to you anyways because you’re nothing but a filthy hole that begs to be used.”

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.

The way it curved, the slick, dark surface, the subtle ridges that were carved into its length, it was clearly designed to be held, to be appreciated for its somewhat tactile sensation. As I reached out, my fingers brushed against the cool, smooth wood. It was heavier than it looked, perfectly balanced in my palm. The tapered end felt remarkably. . . ergonomic. My imagination, already inflamed from the previous night, supplied the rest. A blush spread across my face as I recognized the object for what it truly was. It wasn't a sculpture. It was a carefully crafted, luxurious dildo.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

“Cum for me, little one. Make a mess on this elevator floor like the desperate slut you are for your boss.” I broke hard. My orgasm crashed through me. I screamed. My legs gave out completely. I collapsed forward onto the floor, knees hitting first. My forehead pressed against the cool mirror. Juices kept dripping out of me. Small puddles formed on the elevator floor between my knees. My whole body shook. Fred crouched down beside me. One hand still between my legs, lazily stroking my oversensitive clit. “Look at the mess you made, little one. Such a filthy girl. We’ll clean it up together before anyone sees what you did for me.”

My fingers tremble slightly as I log into my Brazzers account. The homepage loads immediately—a clear column of flesh, sweat, and raw performance. I don't want a plot. I don't want a twenty-minute video detailing how the stepdaughter arrives home from school, goes to the kitchen to grab a bite and then thinks of seducing her stepfather. Nope. I go straight to the search bar and type: Intense Clitoral Stimulation.

“Your scent is driving me insane downstairs. Sweet little cunt dripping for your stepdaddy’s cock.” Elara whimpered, sitting up as he yanked the covers off. No more words. He pushed her back, spreading her legs wide with rough hands. The nightdress flipped up, exposing her bare, glistening pussy. He dove in like a starving wolf, tongue lashing her swollen clit with nasty, wet strokes. He sucked hard, two fingers plunging deep into her tight hole, fucking her roughly while his mouth made obscene slurping sounds.

I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.