Free Women's Erotica Mga Nobela at Kwento

As soon as I entered the club, I was taken aback by the displays I saw around. Naked Girls in just red, shiny panties were parading around in heels, while some were whining on the polls or grinding themselves down on the men that gathered, as a Christmas song played in the background. No one gave a fuck about their nudity, and I noticed that in the center, a girl was on her knees, giving a blow job to a guy dressed in red clothes, a Christmas cap on his head. He was thrusting aggressively into her mouth and I caught a sight of his hardened dick and gulped down the saliva that gathered in my mouth, knowing that I wanted my mouth to be fucked too.

Her pussy made wet, obscene sounds as she fucked herself on my hand, grinding against my palm. “Look at me while you finger me,” she gasped. “Watch how your shy fingers are making me drip all over them. This is what you do to a woman when you learn her body.” Her breathing grew ragged. She rode my fingers harder, her juices coating my hand and dripping down my wrist. I kept curling, rubbing, circling—completely mesmerized by the sight of this stunning woman using my hand to chase her pleasure.

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?

Her scream is hot against his palm, a vibrating roar that speaks of utter surrender, of profound, unbidden pleasure. That’s the truth: she wants it. The undeniable proof of her body, the raw, visceral response, screams it louder than any denial from her lips. Her hips grinding against him, the wetness between her legs, the shattering climax—it all speaks a truth that cannot be denied. Her eyes say no, wide and filled with tears of humiliation and rage, a desperate plea for escape. But her cunt says yes, throbbing and sensitive, a testament to her undeniable arousal.

I had maybe three minutes before the next chart—Sarah Reed—was brought in, and I still hadn’t calmed down. I flipped open her file anyway. She was thirty-two, had been married for two years and the chief complaint written in shaky nurse handwriting: decreased libido, anorgasmia with partner, gets physically wet but “feels nothing.” Jesus Christ. I read it twice. My mouth went dry. A woman who's pussy gets wet just fine but can’t feel it? That was definitely not a hormone problem. That was a woman who’s never been touched right in her entire fucking life. The knock came soft.

"You like being my secret?" "Yes! Fuck, yes!" she cried out, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me even deeper. The raw sex was relentless. I was hitting her deep, over and over, my movements fast and heavy. Every time I slammed into her, she let out a loud moan, her body clenching around me. It was erotica in its purest form—just two bodies colliding in a way that was forbidden and perfect. I reached down, my hand finding the spot where we were joined, rubbing her clit as I continued to drive into her.

The pressure inside me sharpened. "Lila..." "I know," she murmured against my skin. "Let go." The orgasm rolled through me in strong waves. My walls clenched around her fingers and a broken moan left my throat. She worked me through every pulse, slowing only when I went limp beneath her. We stayed like that for a while, her weight warm on top of me, both of us breathing hard. Then she shifted and reached for the small bag she'd left on the side table the night before. From it she pulled a slim, curved vibrator.

"Just, whatever, something normal. One guy, one girl." Not wanting to betray any sense of my own preference, I clicked on the first "normal" looking one that I came to after scrolling past a few fetishy selections. It was an amateur POV video and opened with a shot of a naked woman on her bed with a mask over her eyes as she feigned sleep. The camera approached and a man's hand appeared in the frame, separating her ass cheeks to reveal her pussy and asshole. He began to caress her pussy, and the wet sound of it emanated.

This was a woman who was a master cocksucker and she loved it and the power it gave her over men. Eva released my rigid cock from her wet mouth with a gentle “pop” and slid her tiny frame back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and folding her knees, and looking at me pleadingly asked, “Will you lick my clit please?” I dove right in, dropping to my knees and plunging my face into her soaking wet muff, wondering why she seemed to be begging for this most basic of sex acts, something I know men would pay good money to do to such a glorious love hole. I plunged my tongue into her pussy and then licked all around it, plunging two fingers in as I gently sucked her clit. Eva came with a sharp yel

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.