Harem Erotica Novels & Stories

I nodded as I grabbed my boob and pinched my nipple slightly. I curled my toes, reached back, and clawed at his arm. "Cum, slut" My body obeyed the command at once. I screamed, my cum sprayed everywhere. In a few seconds, Damon slammed his cock into me a few more times. Then she released shots of his hot cum into my ass and pulled out. His cum dripped out of my ass onto the floor, mixing with my cum. We lay down side by side, catching our breaths. "Ella"

He stopped in front of me and cupped my chin. “Get on your back on the rug as you spread your legs.” I sank onto the thick rug in front of the fire. The wool was warm against my spine. I spread my thighs wide, exposing everything to him and to the camera. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Look at that pink pretty pussy.” “Do you like it?” I asked, face flushed. “How about I show you if I like it or not.” I swallowed. Hale moved between my legs and ran his hands up my inner thighs, thumbs brushing close to my pussy but never quite touching. He reached for the small bottle of lubricant and poured it on my pussy.

And therein ceased all other outside thought. Harlan and I were new lovers living in a small town and with my old lover flying in from the Bay, it was clear we had to take advantage of this opportunity. It’s not every day that a femme like myself has the chance at such a hot threesome, given the size of our incredibly small queer community. So we had T.J. meet us out at a bar, and though there were few words between them other than the obligatory introductions, I could tell the night was going to smile upon us. The three of us made our way silently and swiftly over to my place where I led them each by the hand into my bedroom. It took no time at all for the ravaging to begin.

The room was intimate: dim lighting, a large one-way mirror overlooking another play space, deep couches, and a fully stocked bar cart. Through the glass, a scene was already unfolding. A beautiful woman with crimson hair was bound in intricate rope to a padded St. Andrew’s cross, her body arched and gleaming with oil. Her Dom—a muscular man with a commanding presence—teased her with a flogger, the leather tails kissing her breasts, stomach, and thighs. Her moans carried faintly through hidden speakers. Damien sat and pulled me onto his lap again, my back to his chest, legs spread over his thighs. His hand slipped under the robe and between my legs, fingers gliding through my slick folds. “W

Greg Mrs. Harper keeps riding me with slow, torturing circles, her soaked pussy gripping my cock so tightly I feel like I’m losing my mind. I’m shaking underneath her, every muscle in my body tight, fighting desperately not to cum. She stares down at me with that confident, wicked smile, her heavy breasts swaying gently as she grinds deep on my cock. “Not yet, baby,” she whispers, leaning forward so her hard nipples brush against my chest. “I’m not done using this young cock, you’re going to stay right here and let me enjoy you until I say so.”

Liam’s mouth found my nipple as he sucked softly, his tongue flicking the sensitive peak. “You taste so good, Kara,” he mumbled, his hands sliding down to tug my shorts off, leaving me fully bare. “Open for me.” I obeyed, spreading my thighs as his fingers brushed my entrance, already wet. “Oh fuck, Liam,” I gasped, my hips twitching. “Touch me there.” Adam moved behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass through his shredded pants. “You’re so hot like this, Kara,” he growled, biting my. “Bend over for me, let me feel you.”

Jeremy leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps. “No, thanks,” she said, not looking up. He ignored her and stepped in anyway. “Sci-fi fan huh?” He said, picking up a stack of novels. “Yeah,” she said, low but a bit panicked because what if he saw? Just as he was about to dig further. “Jeremy, wait, don’t touch that.” Too late, he had already picked it up. “Oh?” he said, staring at the book, then back at her. “Dark romance? Erotica? I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” He teased.

The room reeked of sex, sweat and pussy, her body trembling as another orgasm built. Richard growled, slamming deeper, his cock throbbing inside her. I edged closer, stroking furiously, whispering more dirty encouragement. "Cum on that black dick, Jess. Let him flood you while I watch." Her eyes stayed on me, wild and locked, the cuckold thrill surging through us all as he drove her toward the edge, her tight cunt pulsing relentlessly around his relentless thrusts. This filthy night was far from over, her screams echoing as the climax built, promising more raw, interracial destruction.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

"Say it. What do you want?" His hand grabbed one of my breasts and fumbled with the nipple. "I want... it," I breathed out, biting my lip. "You want what?" he asked, his finger still deep inside me. My whole body was shaking from the sensation. I could feel my orgasm building up. "I want your finger inside me," I said. "Good girl. I will finger your little pussy so deep, Sara." And he did. ⸻ "Good morning, Sara." A yawning Layla walked into the kitchen. I gave her a look. "Good morning, sleepyhead. You sleep like a corpse."