John Oliver Rat Erotica Novels & Stories

Her fingers tangled in Scarlett’s red hair as she lowered her dripping pussy onto her waiting lips. “Lick me,” Riley ordered, voice rough. She ground down, her thighs trembling. Scarlett’s tongue flattened against her hot folds, dragging upward in long, filthy strokes before flicking rapidly over Riley’s swollen clit. Wet, obscene sounds filled the cell…slick lapping, muffled moans. Riley’s head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry, her hips rolling in slow circles.

She was dripping wet, her lips swollen and shiny with her juices. “Fuck, look at you,” he said. His fingers ran along her slit, spreading the wetness. “You’ve been like this the whole class, haven’t you?” “Yes,” she breathed. “I was so horny… I couldn’t stop thinking about your mouth on me.” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Sara gasped at the sudden stretch. Her pussy was so wet that his fingers slid in easily, making a loud, wet sound. He pumped them fast, curling them to hit her g-spot. Pleasure shot through her body. Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter.

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.

I say and dip my fingers between my pussy lips to play with it, then I bring up my fingers to my mouth to suck them clean while maintaining eye contact with him. I taste absolutely delicious, better than any artificial sweetener, “show daddy how you play with your kitty” Oliver says and I nod excitedly. I take my breast in one hand while I finger my pussy with the other hand. Oliver watches me with intent as I let out small moans of pleasure, teasing my clit and fucking my pussy with two fingers, the sounds of my pussy squelching fills the hallway where we are standing. “Come to me” Oliver says and I walk to him, breasts out in the open and my pussy completely exposed, “spread em” he says an

"Wait... Do you want to cajole my father? —He started laughing at me —Stop being stupid, my father hates ugly and tasteless girls and you are. I couldn't believe that Lucas called me that way, he humiliated me and that hurt me because he said it so loudly that Erika was also making fun of me. —So I'm ugly and tasteless? —I swear this won't stay like this Lucas. And since you wanted to know the name of the person who took my virginity, I'll tell you. Victor Santoro —Lucas' face completely uncracks and he laughs at me again —He even came to my room last night to pick me up to give me a job, actually it's an excuse I'll use because he's a stud that I want him to fuck me every day.

he snarled, finally settling his gaze on her. “Why?” she returned immediately. “So that everyone here can miss hearing how rotten you are? Imagine being so sex-starved that you have to try to blackmail someone you obviously dislike into doing it with you.” “Fuck you,” Oliver said and turned to go. “No, fuck you. It's a pity my friend won't be doing the same thing to you. Have fun getting your blue balls sorted.”

Two fingers dipping inside of her, making her hips buck at the intimate contact. “So wet, my dirty girl. You want him, don’t you? Want him to fuck you like I fuck you.” Oliver growled, working his fingers in and out of her. The wet squelching sound filled the room. But she didn’t say anything. Just kept her eyes locked with mine like she was studying me despite the pleasure that he was giving her. “Fuck you like Bash, like Lucian fucks you.”

It’s most definitely not a command terminal, or lines of extraction code. It’s a high-resolution image gallery of a man suspended from the ceiling in a complex, geometric web of thick jute rope. The adjacent browser tabs read: Anatomy of a Flogging, The Mechanics of Cock and Ball Torture, The Art of Shibari, How Jute Encourages Stillness, Forced Celibacy, and Chastity Device Sizing Guide. I stare at the screen. I stare at him. Oliver looks back at me, entirely unashamed. He looks completely wired, his blue eyes blown wide and sharp with manic energy.

I comment, looking at the door. “It’s an Allison erotic chair,” Oliver says laughing. “Erotic chair?” I ask shocked. “Yes, it’s for sex, take your phone and look on G****e.” He says laughing. “I didn’t even know that existed,” I speak with shame. “Go look on G****e and let me take a shit,” Oliver says, laughing. Curious, I go to the car and take my cell phone from my bag, I go back to the room, close the door, and type in G****e "Erotic Motel Chair", clicking on images and I'm surprised to see the positions you can do in that chair.

She asked, sounding naughty and mischievous. He laughed, lifting his head to lap at her nipple. "Just think of the rewards." He lay back and clasped her hands tightly in his. "Just look at the wall. It is dark in here, very little light can penetrate through the heavy curtains." Olivera deliberately wriggled, tightening her muscles around him, and lifted her hips to ease back over him in a slow, teasing slide. "You want me to hold still?" She lifted herself again, used her muscles to contract around him, slid back and squirmed.