Horror Erotica Novels & Stories

Camila's breath hitched as the third man, a muscular brute with a shaved head, stepped closer. His hand trailed down her arm, sending shivers down her spine. "I think she likes it rough," he growled. Camila's mind raced, but her body responded in ways she couldn't control. She felt a surge of heat between her legs, a mix of fear and arousal. The men seemed to sense her reaction, their grins widening. The man with the scar reached out, his fingers tangling in her hair. He pulled her head back, exposing her neck. "Suck," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous.

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.

Like to what? Her pressing back into me, my cock in her ass crease. "You know. Watch. Watch my son fuck me." My life, in a few months, from normal to this, "Yes, I want to watch your son put his hard cock in his mother's pussy and fuck her." She groans, moves, lining me up, "I can tell you from experience, it's incredibly erotic. Watching the wrongness, the taboo." "Should I fuck you now?" "Oh Dan, yes. I need your cock."

My panties are entirely soaked through with my juice, and I rub my clit as I watch the way she licks his cock. “Good girl…” Felix hisses as his hips buck upwards. Lara pulls back and I watch the way she straightens her back and pushes her big breasts together. “Damn baby, where did you learn that from?” Felix asks in a strained voice as Lara envelops his cock with her breasts. “I saw it in a film…wanted to do it for you, big brother” she says and I groan as she spits on it. Her saliva dribbles down to the head of the cock peaking from between her breasts.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

Selina moans as my fingers make contact with her wet pussy and for a moment I lose all sense and I rub my fingers all over her pussy before zoning in on her clit. “Yes, don’t stop.” She moans as I stroke her clit. “No.” I snap jumping to my feet and knocking her backwards against the desk. Her moans had brought me out of my trance-like state and I know that I can’t do this. “We can’t, it’s wrong, you’re a kid, my daughter's best friend.” I snap, backing away from her and trying to pull my trousers up. “I’m legal and what Clarissa doesn’t know can’t hurt her.” She says advancing on me, “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for years now.”

4 LENA I felt him then, a shift, something more insidious than ever before. His presence wasn’t just inside my head anymore—it was everywhere. It filled the air, thick and suffocating. I couldn’t escape it. His fingers—no, my fingers—lifted to my lips, brushing over them in a soft, deliberate motion. The touch was gentle, almost tender, but it only made the horror worse. It wasn’t my hand. It wasn’t my touch. The realization was a slow, creeping cold that snaked down my spine. His lips, warm and familiar, pressed against mine, and I felt it—him, claiming me.

"Bend over the desk. Ass up, legs spread." I scrambled up, skirt hiked to my waist, tits spilling out as he ripped my blouse open—buttons pinging across the floor. Cool wood hit my nipples, hardening them more. I arched my back, pussy exposed, lips puffy and dripping, clit peeking out begging. He stepped behind, rubbing his cock along my slit slow, coating himself in my juices. The fat head nudged my entrance, parting folds, but didn't push in. "Beg for it, Mira. Beg your boss to ruin this married pussy."