Harem Erotica Novels & Stories

I quietly widen the door to my room, turned off the lights and sat on the reading table, peering directly to my hunky stepuncle in their bedroom, fucking his wife and letting the sounds of their love-making wash over me as I eagerly pushed down my panties, parted my legs open and slid my fingers wetly over my tight little pussy. I could see his wife's face scrunched up with passion as her gorgeous husband gripped her tightly by the hips and pushed into her again and again. Her breasts were much larger than my small little cups, and they swayed heavily beneath her as my stepuncle hands gripped her ass tightly and fucked her with deep strokes.

James’ hand moved from mine down to his crotch, readjusting himself. Huge men were wandering around stroking themselves and searching for the next hole to stick their dicks into. Couples were having shit against the wall, on the floor, in the window seat, and on the desk. Three women were also having shit together. Each table had a bowl of condoms displayed like candy. The grunts, moans, and screams instantly made me damp between my legs, and the room was filled with the smell of latex and cum.

“That’s it. Let the driver hear how much you love getting fucked in the back of this car. Let him hear you moaning my name while your husband’s client pays me to protect you.” Amara cried out, her head falling back. The dirty words pushed her right to the edge. Her body moved faster, bouncing desperately on his thick cock. Her juices leaked down between them, soaking his suit pants completely. “I’m gonna come,” she gasped, voice breaking. “Roman, fuck! I’m coming!” Her orgasm hit hard. Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, pulsing and squeezing in strong waves. Hot wetness gushed out around his shaft as she came, soaking his lap and the leather seat beneath them. Her whole body shook.

“Fuck! I’m close... gonna explode all over this perfect rack.” Elina’s lips brushed the tip again and again, feather-light kisses turning fervent as she sensed his impending release, her love pouring into every touch. With a guttural snarl, he pulled back just enough, fisting the base of his cock as it pulsed free from her cleavage. Thick ropes of hot cum erupted from the slit, splattering across her tits in heavy streaks, coating her nipples, dripping down the curves, pooling in the hollow of her throat. “Take it all, you cum-hungry slut! Look at that, marked like my property.”

The erotic sounds bounced on the walls of the closed room and Nadei joined in. Their actions were incredibly alluring, consuming and so so coordinated that I was on cloud nine. Tourmaline's rough palms groped, parting my cheeks as he slammed into me over and over again with a spank each time I convulsed and gripped his member. Brown eyes' fingers were warped around my breasts pulling and moaning as I clenched, slammed and twisted against his lengthy mast with Nadei's thrusts aiding me in doing so. It wasn't long before I felt the urge to release overcome me and their cocks jerked in my filled holes. Each one of my men heaving breaths and their thrusting going shakier and headier.

The harem is quiet. Too quiet.

I pressed my thighs together tighter under the desk, trying to ignore the growing throb between my legs. My nipples tightened against the lace of my bra, pressing noticeably against my blouse if the light hit just right. I hoped he wouldn’t notice. He continued, voice growing richer. “Degradation adds to the intensity. Calling her my filthy whore while she’s soaked and desperate. Pinning her down, yanking her hair, slamming into her from behind until she’s screaming. And breeding… the fantasy of pumping load after load into her unprotected pussy, filling her until she’s overflowing, imagining her swelling with my seed. Marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.”

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

He fucked me slow and possessive, his eyes locked on mine the entire time, as if reminding me who I belonged to first. I came twice before he finally emptied himself inside me, marking me as his again. Afterwards, we lay tangled together, his hand gently stroking my hair. “The Harem wants more,” he said quietly. “They’re talking about expanding the circle. Introducing new regular Daddies. Bigger parties. They want to see how far you can go with me there to watch and direct.” I felt the Queen stir inside me, a warm, seductive pulse between my legs at the thought.