Female Erotica Stories Novels & Stories

The skinny girls weren't prepared for this kind of conversation. Next to me, the woman who participated in my homemade and weird porn, still sucked Ramirez. The man was moaning now, and that was a cold water bath on my erection. I was a little disgusted, I can't lie. Every moan of the woman was muffled by the sound of suction and how wet things were. I kept staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed, looking for some crack or anything that would distract me from that situation. "What are your most particular perversions? " asked the woman.

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

Then play it with me. He bent me over the counter just like that. One hand held me down while the other shoved two fingers straight into my wet pussy. I cried out and spread my legs wider. So fucking wet for me already. Have you been like this all morning? Yes. I woke up throbbing. He fingered me hard and fast. The wet sounds filled the kitchen. I moaned and begged. Please Scott. Please fuck me. Not yet. He pulled his fingers out and slapped my ass once. Hard. Then he turned me around and lifted me onto the counter. He dropped to his knees and buried his face between my legs.

It was a wild mess of muscle and skin. Ava was being fucked from every side. She was never empty. There was always a giant cock inside her, stretching her and filling her. She felt the different shapes—the width of Bane, the length of Mako, the heat of Tane. The erotica was loud. The men were shouting and groaning. The sound of their bodies hitting was like a drum. Slap. Slap. Slap. Ava was lost in the pleasure. Her brain was gone. She was only a body, a Goddess being used to save the world.

Rita leaned in, whispering filth right against Nina’s ear. “Listen to how wet you are. He’s gonna ruin this little cunt, baby. Gonna make it so only his cock ever feels good again. You’ll be sneaking in here every night begging for it, won’t you? Begging your brother-in-law to breed his wife’s slutty little sister.” Nina came with a wail, pussy gushing around Liam’s fingers, thighs shaking so hard Rita had to hold her down. He didn’t stop. He kept licking, sucking, fingering her through it until she was sobbing from overstimulation, until another orgasm crashed through her before the first one even ended.

Then without waiting for her answer, I put down the phone and turned it off. “I told you to behave! Damn you!” But Lila just twerk again. “As if you didn’t like the thrill. You love my pussy, I know that. Am I better than your girlfriend?” I held her neck then hugged her waist to take control over her body. “Your pussy is better than anyone.” Then I fucked her all out. It was the best fuck I have ever experienced, I swear. Lila was just a great performer, a great sucker, has a hot body, beautiful face, and a tight pussy.

Elena lay sprawled on the worn leather couch, her body a slick, trembling mess of sweat and cum, sandwiched between Jax and Rico. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, the afterglow of her orgasms still pulsing through her veins like electric currents. Jax's cum dried in sticky trails across her tits, while Rico's load leaked slowly from her pussy, a warm trickle that made her thighs quiver every time she shifted.

Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

Cristina's POV. "Ahhh, Mmmm." A loud gasp came from the other side of the door, followed by rasped heavy breathing. That was exactly what I needed. Heat bloomed low in my core as I shoved the door open. The scene before me was like something out of my wildest fantasies and my nipples hardened under the tight leather gown I'd thrown on. In a corner was a woman, her legs spread far apart. One man pumped his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, making her quiver beneath him while another guy fucked her throat hard, slamming against her again and again as his groans escaped his mouth.

This wasn’t like the slow, worshipful exploration of the cabin, or the tender reclamation after the confession. This was feral. This was victory sex.