John Oliver Rat Erotica Novels & Stories

My lips parted to speak when a rattle came from behind the door and the handle twisted, revealing a male that looked to be in his late twenties. “By the fates,” he adjusted the black rim glasses on the bridge of his nose and his eyes trailed from me to Keyleth and then behind my back. “Oliver, what brings you here b—” “We need your help, please.” His expression flattened out and he opened the door wider, giving us space to walk in. The wooden door closed shut behind us, rattling the floor boards. “Somehow, you always manage to find yourself in something” I let the body drop from my back down to the floor with a loud thud. I could give one fuck what happened to the wolven right now. My back w

Oliver went on his knees staring at me with those innocent beady eyes of his, opening his mouth and pushing his tongue out, waiting. His hands rubbed his chest, circling his nipples till he dipped into his towel. He untied the knot and his cock sprang free, smacking him across the abs. The tip of his cock oozed precum, slapping the floor lazily. He took a scoop of the viscid fluid and ran his tongue along it. “Fuck!” I stroked faster, ignoring how dry and rough my palm was. Now, Oliver was leaning over the bath, his ass was arched into the air, his pink hole winking at me. He stared at me, his eyes glazed in lust. He pushed his fingers into his mouth again before shoving a finger into his ho

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

Chapter 7 - Day Five & Six "OOOOH, FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR FUCKING WHORE!!" Olivia screamed. "What are you, bitch?!" Leon roared. "I'M A WHORE FOR YOUR NIGGER COCK! I'M YOUR WHORE! YOU OWN MY CUNT!!! OOOH FUUUUCCKK, PLEEEASEEE!!" Olivia shouted as her fifth orgasm in the hour battered through her body. She was drenched in sweat, she was aching, and her arse was red raw from being slapped, but she fucking loved it!!

@olívia_ My life’s been a dumpster fire, but it taught me a few tricks, trust me. @rita_ Like putting up with being cheated on without batting an eye? @olívia_ I grew up around prostitutes. @rita_ So you’re gonna be one for him? @olívia_ Everything a man wants, you get in bed, @rita. @rita_ And you think he hasn’t already done it all? Probably had a twenty-person orgy! @olívia_ What’s that? @rita_ Twenty people, lol! @olívia_ I like Jorel.

Oliver slipped a finger between us and rubbed my clit. "Oh yeah," Ethan said when he felt what his dad was doing. "Make her cum Dad. I need to feel that tight cunt squeezing my dick." The room swelled with loud rasping breaths, heady sexual sounds, and bodies slamming together. I began to moan louder as I crested the peak. Oliver circled my clit faster and harder. "Oh my god, yeah, don't stop," I shouted. Ethan slammed into me, driving Oliver's fingers against my clit over and over.

Hearing the chatter, Oliver curled his lips and said, "My Alex has a perfect figure, too. I didn't expect this woman to resemble her so closely. No wonder she kept throwing herself at me earlier. She obviously came prepared." My eyes stayed fixed on Oliver. He had once told me that my eyes were like stars, that they were something no one else in the world could ever have. He had said that no matter when or where, he would know it was me the moment he saw my eyes. But now, disgust laced his tone as he instructed the staff, "Just get on with it. The way she keeps trying to seduce me is making me sick." The staff brought out the three metal clips and attached them to my private areas. The secon

She rocked her hips, riding her finger like her life depends on it. “Yes! Yes fuck!”. She yelled, pinching her nipple as she came. She slowly opened her eyes, breathing heavily as she tried to catch her breath. Oliver was standing there, his eyes darkened with lust as he stared at her like a predator watching his prey. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen mate!”. He whispered, his voice husky and deep. “The way you moan my name!”. He growl. “Say it again!”. He order.

Ella: I was dripping wet and the itching was getting more while I was waiting for Oliver to come back. I couldn’t take it anymore, I was getting restless as my hand started going down to the center of my hips and just as I was supposed to touch me, I heard a heavy growled. “Don’t.” I opened my eyes just to see Oliver standing with a jar of butter and chocolate. I wriggled my brows confused as he placed both jars beside my ass and then again kneeled between my legs.

“Why not? I mean, considering his sexual experience compared to yours, that’s non-existence. Make sure to check his drawers. Look for sex toys. I have a feeling he has plenty. Or maybe not only his drawers, but the entire room. Don’t forget to use protection, baby girl.” “You’re disgusting.” Olive just laughed at me. “I promise not to imagine you screaming his name, yes, Mad, harder, faster! Oh, yes, fuck me hard! Give me that big dick of yours!” “Ugh! Stop it. My God.” I shook my head in amusement while that image of me tied up in bed, screaming his name, was already stuck in my head.