Feminist Erotica Novels & Stories

Lisa was now openly rolling with his touch and breathing heavily with moans and whimpers coming from her as he took my lovely wife down an erotic path she had never been before. I'll give it to Derrick, his better days were behind him but he knew how to excite a woman with his touch. He had great rhythm in his touch and seemed to understand the timing and pressure in his hands to keep Lisa at a sensual peak. Derrick moved down the table and took the draping and moved it so that he could work on one of her legs. He did not bother to cover her breasts and tummy so that now the draping was only covering the leg opposite of the one he was working and her hip.

Soon, she was holding her phone with one hand and watching the girl finally surrender and take her three rapists’ cocks like the whore she is, Emily flicked her clit, and she saw bursts of lights in front of her eyes. Her thighs immediately instinctively rubbed against each other with her fingers still in her cunt, she was already so stimulated that a little touch almost had her falling off the table. “Oh fuck. Ahh. Fuckkkkk. Yes. Harder…. Faster…. Ruin that cunt!” She was moaning, the sound getting louder and louder, she didn’t care about being heard because she was the only one in the museum. She pulled her fingers out of her cunt and soon, she began stroking her clit even harder while her

“Play with your tits while I fuck you.” I cup my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples through the lace. The added stimulation makes everything more intense. “Harder,” he growls. “Pinch them harder.” I obey, and the sharp pain mixing with pleasure has me gasping. “That’s it. Fuck, you look so good like this. Spread out beneath me, taking my cock, playing with yourself.” His words push me higher. I can feel another orgasm building. “Damon, I’m close…” “Not yet. Hold it.”

The girl feels something she shouldn't feel, besides being a tall woman, she was determined, feminist and at that time, she thought she was a lesbian, which in fact pressed her into the chair, while organizing the documents and papers, the woman stuck his hands on her skirt, down her panties, sticking his fingers inside her. Her squeal was no greater because the woman took her lips, kissing her, taking her breath away, then, the woman with all her fire, caught her turning her around, without worrying about the pile of papers, placing her in on the table, taking off her panties, then his mouth with his fingers inserted inside her. With that sucking, licking, and kissing between thrusts, the w

Each stroke longer than the last but taking care not to go too far and pop out. It was heaven! Utterly erotic, utterly naughty and, at the same time, the most intimate of acts and with the lady that I loved. I got into a rhythm, coming out four or five inches and sliding back in until my pelvis slapped into her buttocks. I didn't need to go very fast; the sensations were already exquisite and I wanted this to last a bit longer.

My… fucking God! Jessica was next. The red crop top came off, revealing her full brown breasts with dark nipples. The short skirt followed, and she stood there bare, legs slightly apart. Her pussy had a neat thatch of dark hair. It was not too thick, just enough to frame the smooth brown lips beneath. God, the hair made her look rawer, more animal, and when she reached down and casually spread herself with two fingers, I saw the wet pink inside already shining. Mmmmmm.

No deep pressure that made my mouth fall open. He started moving, steady and careful. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he groaned. I wrapped my legs around him and moved with him, but every thrust just made me think of the desk. The way Mr. Grant had held my hips and forced every thick inch inside me. The way he had called me a slut while he used me. Derick kissed my neck. “You feel so good.” I closed my eyes and pretended the voice in my ear was deeper. Older. Meaner.

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.

“How many times have you touched your pussy, just thinking about me?” He slid his finger between my folds and pushed it inside. I whimpered softly, clenching on his fingers. “How many times, Claire?” “None.” I was a stinking liar, but he did not need to know that. His fingers moved faster inside of me, thrusting in and out of my pussy wildly. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock behind me. I grasped him through his shorts, moving my hand up and down. “You haven’t thought about my cock inside of you?”

Once she was buried to the hilt, she started thrusting, deep, steady strokes that made my breasts bounce with every movement. Elena fucked me harder, her hands gripping my thighs as she drove the strap-on into me. The wet slapping sounds filled the bedroom. She leaned down and sucked on my nipples while continuing her relentless pace. “You look so pretty getting fucked,” she whispered. “My husband’s perfect little assistant, spreading her legs for his wife.” The taboo words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I came hard around the dildo, my walls clenching as pleasure ripped through my body. Elena didn’t stop. She flipped me onto my stomach, pulled my hips up, and took me from behind.