Free Use Erotica Novels & Stories

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

Maybe a little of both. When the movie ended, I was still slightly stunned and with the vibrator running between my legs. Alone, but thinking of Pablo, I was able to reach my second orgasm by penetrating the vibrator in the same way he had done with his own cock. The feeling of lasciviousness and liberation were indescribable. But there was a moment when my head started to hurt, and I preferred to stop. It would be extremely inelegant to tell a doctor that I had aggravated my condition after masturbating thinking about my imprisoned client.

"I was hoping we could watch each other, as well as the screen." "You're the client," Scott replied. "We can do whatever you want. Anything that helps you let go, and immerse yourself in erotic thoughts is good. Would you like it if we masturbated together, and described our feelings?" "I would love that," she said. "I love to see a man jerking off. It's so sexy, and I could take the memory away with me, and use that memory when I need to pleasure myself."

Ryan shut the door behind us. He didn’t speak at first. Just looked at me. And then— He brought out a rose vibrator and a black dildo. “Ryan!!” I nearly screamed but he placed his hand over my mouth He leaned in closer, placing the other over my ass. “C’mon… just a lil bit of fun.” “You’re sick… fuck.” I breathed but there was no venom in it, my voice shook with something else entirely. “But we won’t use the tools.” He gave a helpless little shrug then crashed his lips on mine.

On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor. Elena was whispering along with him, “Fuck me harder, fuck my hole,” her fingers plunging in and out in perfect rhythm. She came so hard she didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway at first. The second time was even something else. She was on the living room couch, skirt around her waist, no panties, one leg hooked over the armrest. Two hung studs were spit-roasting a eager bottom on our TV — one thick cock slamming down his throat, the other pounding his ass raw.

“Do you understand what free use really means, Vesper?” She swallowed. “I… I think so.” He smiled, a small but cold thing that didn’t even reach his eyes. “It means I don’t ask, I just take. You could be reading a book, cooking, sleeping or showering showering and if my cock gets hard, I bend you over and use you. No warning and no warm-up if I don’t feel like giving one.” He stepped closer until she could smell his dark, woody and expensive cologne. His hand instantly slid down and cupped one of her breasts through the thin dress, thumb brushing over her already stiff nipple.

Thunder crashed overhead, masking the loud moan that finally escaped me. He chuckled darkly, not slowing down. “Good timing. But if security walks by right now, they’ll see you bent over like a slut, taking professor cock while the library’s supposed to be empty.” The dirty words pushed me over the edge. I came hard, my pussy clenching and fluttering around his thick length. My vision blurred with the intensity, legs shaking as pleasure ripped through me. Elias didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, hips snapping faster, chasing his own release. “That’s it… milk me. Squeeze my cock just like that.”

And now her tits were even more exposed. Her face was covered in white stringy smears. One streak had even sprayed a gooey white line over her right eye, and she was squinting and grimacing like some sort of bizarre erotic pirate. She had cum on her cheeks, a little glop of it on her forehead, a particularly gratuitous blob hanging from her bottom lip and dribbling down her chin. And she just stood there with her mouth open, panting and gasping. "L ... Luh ... Look what you... did!" she said.

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

“Look at these pretty tits.” "Maybe we should keep her like this all the time," Father Matthias mused, twisting my hard peaks. "Open, wet, and ready for our dicks at all times." He unbuttoned my blouse slowly, revealing my black lace bra. "We could fuck her during mass, under the robes…” Lordㅡ