Father Erotica Novels & Stories

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

She knew the desire was already obvious on her face as well so she didn't hesitate to do as he said. She began to grind and even brought her protruding jewel closer to his masculinity while still sitting on it. She moved to rub her femininity with only thin panties covering it. She was not afraid to do that because she knew that his maleness was also lifeless because of his condition. His two hands were holding her waist again to help her move her body against him. "Damn! Aaaghhhh!" his violent growl was quite loud.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Harsh breaths and needy whimpers mingled with the slap of flesh against flesh and the wet, slick sounds of his cock drilling into me. He wraps his hand around my throat and slaps my tits hard "Eight fucking years of a celibacy vow and you manage to end it in minutes. You're such a slut!" He slaps my tits again "Is this it, huh? Is this how you imagined me fucking you when you were pleasuring yourself? Fucking yourself with the end of a knife imagining it was my cock" he places his hands on my shoulders and begins to thrust fervently "You like sticking objects in your tight slutty cunt? You like fucking yourself to thoughts of me" he chuckles "Such a naughty girl aren't you, Ava?" My eyes are

Not happening. I gave up instantly. If I was destined to die here, I might as well go out fulfilling my greatest wish— to turn this bleak world into one giant pleasure heaven. Doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold—I’ll make it steamy. And honestly, even with his face hidden behind that swirling black mist, the boss’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and deep, magnetic voice were dead giveaways. The guy was built. Lust makes cowards bold. So without thinking, I said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.”

It's like a verbal aphrodisiac for him, igniting his passion and driving him wild. “You like that, Daddy?” I purr, my voice dripping with seductive intent. I tug his cock's foreskin over the head, exposing its glistening tip, and then pull it back down, repeating the motion with tantalizing slowness. “You like how I worship your cock like the sweet little slut I am?” I repeat the teasing motion, and he moans harshly, his hips bucking off the bed in response. His cock rises and swells, becoming even harder and more engorged in my clutch. The veins pulse visibly beneath the skin, a testament to the pleasure I'm inflicting.

I found myself completely starving for the raw authority of his touch, desperately craving the unbridled, predatory savagery of his kisses, and the unyielding weight of his masculinity as he drove himself into my flesh with relentless, intoxicating momentum. Throughout the grueling duration of these seventy-two hours, my consciousness continuously looped the image of Mr. Jefri, his skin glistening with sweat as he dominated the space above my frame. Day after day, a localized, volatile fire ignited within my lower abdomen until ultimately... I resolved to access the explicit adult media directories that Dita had previously introduced to my laptop.

How many new pussies had he utterly ruined with that thing? It had been too long since I had been bent over and made to surrender to a real dick. I was only thirty-five but it felt like it had been centuries since I had the kind of sex I really craved. It had been so long since I had a real cock release inside of me. The feeling of being completely owned and loved was indescribable when a fat cock claimed my insides with gooey, thick potent seed. How could I have let myself go this long without that feeling?

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

“I think about your pussy and this cock all day. I can’t focus in class I touch myself in the bathroom thinking about you using me.” She growled and flipped me onto my hands and knees, slamming back inside from behind. The new angle hit even deeper, battering my cervix. One hand reached around to rub my swollen clit furiously while the other gripped my hip, yanking me back onto every thrust. I was drooling onto the sheets, ass up like a bitch in heat. “Cum on it, Kiara. Make a mess on your stepmom’s fat cock baby.”