Free Bisexual Erotica Novels & Stories

Lena and I have been seeing each other ever since… and sometimes our husbands get to watch the filthy things we do together. I went from a straight married woman to a complete bisexual slut who craves her pussy almost as much as my husband’s cock. And I’ve never been more satisfied.

Fiona could feel his hot breath fanning her neck as he bent over her and started to kiss her. Phil moved his hands across Fiona's chest took the robe off her body and threw it across the floor. Fiona arched her back as Phil's fingers found their way to her nipples and begun to tug at them. Brenda's hands were now all over her. She dipped two fingers into her pussy and begun to move them into her gently. Fiona was coming in a matter of seconds. She came over and over again till she felt like she had no more strength. Just when she thought it would stop there, Phil grabbed her by the hair and lay her roughly on her back on the floor. He carried Brenda by the waist and placed her on her fours w

It was dripping wet. "What do you intend to do?" I asked her. "Depends on what you want," she said to me and slid her hands down my thighs. "I forgot to tell you I'm bisexual. I could do the sucking for you if you'd like," she opened up. I froze. Really? "Umm, no, I think that will be a bad idea. Don't worry, I'd prefer we keep our relationship clean," I said, getting up. "I thought as much. In that case, I have no option but to respect that, but just in case you need me, you know you can always come here, right?" she said, and I nodded in agreement.

She held still, breaths shallow, every nerve alight. Emboldened by her lack of protest, his touch intensified. Bella, in a feigned sleepy wiggle, shifted back closer, her bum pressing against his crotch. She felt it immediately—his dick, fully erect, hard and throbbing through his pants, nestled against her. He gasped, a sharp intake of breath that echoed in the quiet room. Gotcha, she thought triumphantly, a thrill running through her. Now what? Your move, stranger. The tension hung thick, her body humming with anticipation, mind a whirlwind of forbidden excitement.

She held the slick silicone up between us so I could see how wet it was, then set it on the chair without wiping it off. “Turn around.” I turned. My palms flattened against the pillar. Vespera stepped in close behind me, the heat of her body a solid line against my back. She reached around, found the still-sensitive flesh between my legs, and slid two fingers through the mess she’d made. I jerked. “Sensitive?” “Yes.” “Good.”

Elena The police sirens screamed closer as the board members surrounded me like predators. I knelt in the center of the study, completely naked, my voluptuous body already a sticky mess. Thick layers of cum coated my heavy tits, dripped from my swollen, gaping pussy and ass, and ran in creamy rivers down my thick thighs onto the floor. My clit throbbed visibly, red and desperate. My nipples stood painfully hard, begging for rough hands. Adrian gripped my chin, forcing my eyes up. “One last full dose before they break in. Spread those legs wide, patient. Show them how wet your stepbrother made you.”

My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion. I pushed off Dante one more time, another fountain of my release spraying so far it almost cleared the bed. I was beyond gone. I sank back down, gripping Kael’s length to stroke him while Jax grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept his hand on my throat, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity. "You like being our little secret, don't you, Ariel? You like being the family slut."

"If you're sure you want to share." Gemma carefully ran her fingers through Sabrina's hair, gathering it up into a loose ponytail. Gemma's own hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, her blonde locks messy and framing her features with an 'I just had sex' aura. "I am," she said. "And to say thank you for hitting my kink so well..." She moved her hands from Sabrina's hair to her throat. "I want to do the same for you. Now, bed Daddy to stretch out your cunt and fuck a big, creamy load into you as well."

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I was soaked, panties clinging, thighs slick. “Lena...” My voice broke. “Please...” She looked up, lips shiny, eyes dark. “Please what, baby?” “Touch me,” I begged. “I need… I need you to touch me.” She smiled, slow, wicked. “Where?” “You know where.” “Say it.” I swallowed. “My pussy. Please… touch my pussy.” She kissed me deep, rewarding, then slid her hand down my stomach, under my shorts, under my panties. Fingers found my clit, it was swollen, slick, and circled once.