Insect Erotica Novels & Stories

As Sara crawled through the desk, she could see the tight, short pencil skirt that Ms Haywood was wearing. She obviously wasn't wearing any underwear and Sara could smell the fresh scent of semen on her legs. Someone had recently fucked her before class or more accurately, someone had fucked her thighs.

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.

The cool night air hit my skin like a shock, but it did nothing to dampen the heat radiating from between my legs. I hadn't bothered with a bra or underwear; I had simply slipped into a sheer, silk slip that clung to my curves and left nothing to the imagination. Every step I took felt the slick slide of Richard’s cum leaking from my pussy, a warm, sticky reminder of the audit I’d just endured. The thought of Ethan finding out—or better yet, tasting the evidence of my father's claim—made my clit throb with a renewed, desperate hunger.

She gagged as she closed her hand around his cock and then began a quick pumping of it, hoping to make him come quickly and to get the awful act over and done with. “Slow and sexy,” the man panted in caution. “Otherwise no shower.” Tessa resisted the urge to tell him to keep it and slowed her pace. She gave little saps of supposed pleasure to encourage him to reach his climax sooner. The feel of his warm, pulsing cock in her hand made her feel sick and the fact that it was black worse still. She kept her eyes closed and swallowed hard, using a lighter touch to wank him, once again to speed his end. Too late she sensed him coming and recoiled in disgust as a jet of his warm, sticky sperm hit

Michael held his cock with one hand, the back of Her head with the other. Rita put both her hands on his muscular legs while he slowly moved his cock in and out of her mouth. Her lips were stretched trying to consume the thickness. Michael increased his tempo. Rita was breathing hard through her nose. She couldn't pull her mouth off his cock, his strong hand at the back of her head, holding her in position.

Kitten nodded again. Marta turned to Rob, "As you can see...," she began, as Red spread Kitten's labia. "She's as aroused as you are. There is an aerosolized herb in this and Kitten's suite. It increases arousal when breathed for prolonged periods. Kitten, show your mentor your pretty tail." Kitten turned and bent forward showing her butt plug with the attached tail. She wiggled her ass to demonstrate it.