Free Women's Erotica Novels & Stories

I continued to lick, knowing that she would cum soon. She didn't disappoint me. Within a few moments, a stream of fluid began to flow from inside of her. I backed away and furiously rubbed her clit with my hand. The stream of fluid became a torrential downpour as my fingers touched her in just the right way. She had her eyes squeezed shut tightly as the fluid squirted from within her young body. As the leak slowed to just a dribble, she opened her eyes briefly. "Nobody's ever done this to me before. You're amazing," she gasped, before her eyes rolled back into her head. I continued to rub, and suddenly another rush of liquid poured out of her as her body seized with pleasure.

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.

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.

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the

"There's also Causing a child to engage in sexual activity, Causing or encouraging prostitution of girl under 16, Causing or inciting child prostitution or pornography. Paying for sexual services of a child, Sexual activity with a child, Trafficking within the UK for sexual exploitation." My eyes widen, well shit. "He didn't get the rape one, though, but there was more, as they also read the charges to do with all the reports from women here, and a few of them were rape charges," she says while smiling. Moving, I hug her. "You're a fucking powerhouse Clara, you realise none of the women were going to speak up, they only reported things because you could!" I explain. They did. Eros and I trie

Among the papers on the floor was a black leather notebook. I picked it up, with the intention of putting it back but a page fell open. I looked at it and immediately, my breath caught. It was a list. It had names, dates, instructions and photos. Photos of women… beautiful submissive women, tied with ropes, gagged, eyes filled with lust and fear. I wanted to drop it back immediately, but curiosity had the better side of me, so I told myself just one more page then I'll drop it back. And then I flipped over to the next page.

"She's always hanging around the executive floor. What, hoping to climb into the CEO's bed while his wife's away? Please. As if a man like him would look twice at her." "I've heard she jumps from one man to the next. Clients, coworkers—it doesn't matter. She'll flirt with anyone. Trash like that deserves to be thrown out." I listened to every insult in silence. Then I looked past Vanessa, directly at Dylan Mercer. "Do you think that too?" Every head turned toward him. Their expressions were filled with pity and sympathy, as if he were the unfortunate husband who had uncovered his wife's betrayal. Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as

she whispered. That one word... it undid something in me. I let my fingers explore more, pulsing in and out of her wet pussy— all while watching her face. Her lashes fluttered, her breath caught, and she squirmed just slightly in her seat. "Keep your legs open for me," I murmured and she parted it wider, hand gripping the door handle. "That's it." She whimpered again — that quiet, breathy sound that was making me go crazy. My cock hardened inside my pants and the need to fuck her hole in car grew but I knew I had to hold myself back. Layla might be back any moment.

Her walls fluttered wildly, drawing a deep groan from my chest as I fought to hold back my own cum. The competition between the three women grew fiercer as the afternoon faded into a warm evening glow. They took turns riding my cock in every position imaginable, each determined to outdo the others in making me cum the hardest. Lila rode me reverse cowgirl again, her ass cheeks jiggling with every slow, powerful bounce while Victoria and Elena sucked on her nipples and fingered her clit. Elena switched to doggy style, bending over the lounge so I could thrust into her from behind with deep, rough strokes while Lila sat in front of her, letting Elena lick her pussy.

~Lena’s POV~ “Listen,” Jasmine said, leaning forward on my couch with that wicked sparkle in her eyes, wine sloshing dangerously close to the rim of her glass. “I’m telling you, there is nothing…absolutely nothing,like sliding two fingers over your clit after a long day and just letting go. Last weekend I had the apartment to myself and I swear I spent forty minutes edging and teasing my pussy until it was so swollen and wet I could hear every little stroke. When I finally rubbed hard and fast I came so hard my legs shook for ages. I still get wet thinking about it.”