Mmf Erotica Novels & Stories

It’s the only unorganized thing in the room, tossed carelessly near the edge as if he had thrown it down in a hurry. My fingers tremble as I reach for it. Part of me is terrified of what I’ll find, graphic, bloody mafia images of bodies left in alleys. I brace myself, unthreading the string tie, and slide the stack of glossy papers into the light. My breath hitches. “Michelle,” I gasp, my vision blurring in shock.

Her own hand was between her legs, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles over her pussy. Mira’s own hand drifted down, pressing against the damp fabric of her running shorts. She was soaked. The sight, the sounds, the raw, unfiltered sex of it all hit her like a physical blow. Her clit, a small, sensitive nub beneath her hood, throbbed in time with the pounding rhythm from the clearing. She leaned against a tree, her legs feeling weak.

Our bodies frenzied, twisting to satisfy each other, faster and faster as our bodies tightened in anticipation of the explosion. “Ohhh…. Yes…. Fuck…. Yes….” Margot grunted as she drove her clit into mine, pushing for her body to cum. “Fuck that clit, baby. Harder! Grind that clit harder!” I was panting as my clit finally reached its goal and my body exploded in a raft of spasms and tingles. Margot came too, her cunt squirting that delicious nectar of fluid all over my pussy, dribbling down and soaking the quilt. We slowed our clits rubbing together, moving gently whilst our racing hearts calmed, relishing in the euphoria as we came down from the cloud nine.

Gupta _________________ Trigger Warnings: MMMF, MF, MFM, Chòking, slàpping, exhìbitionism, non-con elements, spànking, sharing, humiliàtion, dègradtion, bullying, Punishments, Manipulation and power imbalance. Revenge and retribution. Rough handling and over stimulation. Dubious consent. Forced proximity. Coercion and Blackmail. If any of these themes are triggering for you, please proceed with caution. Your mental health matters. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT REFLECT REAL LIFE BEHAVIOURS. THE CHARACTERS ARE MORALLY QUESTIONABLE AND SHOULD NOT BE ROMANTICIZED IN REAL LIFE.

My walls pulsed and squeezed him tight as waves of pleasure crashed through me. “Look at that,” Matthew laughed darkly, still thrusting through my orgasm. “You love it, don’t you? Cheating on your husband with this big black cock and cumming like a slut.” He pinched my nipples hard, twisting them between his fingers while he kept pounding me. The sharp pain sent fresh sparks straight to my clit. He leaned down and spit right on my pussy, making everything even wetter and messier. Then his rough thumb found my swollen clit and started rubbing it in fast, dirty circles.

My nipples were still hard, and with the tiny outfit I was wearing, I looked even more sexy. "Really." I let go of Daniel's hand and looked at him. What would he do now? Would he step away from me, or would he take what I was offering. Gently, he squeezed my breast, running his thumb over my nipple in a motion that was way too quick for me. My eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, and I moaned slightly. "Mia..." Daniel's voice was suddenly rough and husky. I opened my eyes and stared at him. "This isn't a good idea," he breathed.

Pretending, trying not to imagine crawling under the desk and begging him to fuck my mouth while we try to stay quiet. By noon I was feral, wild, wet. I walked, staggered, but composed, to the executive restroom. My body was trembling with need. I stormed inside the restroom, pulled my skirt all the way to my stomach, shoved my panties down and immediately thrusted my fingers inside my pussy. I clutched hard on the doors handle fingering myself like a lunatic. I started with two fingers, then three, palm rubbing furiously against my clit with bruising force consecutively. I couldn’t stop I just wanted to dull the ache. “Fuck, Eric...” I whispered, trying not to be too loud. I pictured him be

she giggled. "Yeah, we probably should," I chuckled. We left the changing room and walked hand-in-hand back to the counter. The woman behind the counter looked at us strangely and I was sure she had heard us fucking. We paid for the lingerie set and left the shop without saying a word. "You know what would have been fun?" Veronica said as we continued through the mall. "What?" I asked. "If the girl at the counter had joined us. She was hot," Veronica giggled. My mind was racing. My mother-in-law had just swallowed a mouthful of my cum, and now she was fantasizing about threesomes with me and a stranger. How far could this go?

He massaged Jeremy’s cock, using the precum that leaked out like actual cum from Jeremy’s tip, as lube. He slammed the cock into him again, a gasp spilling out of Jeremy’s lips. “Y-yes,” he replied, his eyes rolling backwards as Marcus started a low grind against his ass, his long, curved cock buried deep inside him. Jeremy barely registered the waves build up deep in his muscles, but he felt Marcus tense up also, a curse slipping past his lips. In matter of moments, both men came tumbling down high waves of pleasure. Jeremy shooting cum all over the floor next to the counter. Marcus’s cum shooting straight into Jeremy’s ass, thick spurts scattering around them.

The commentators droned on in the background about stats and replays, their voices nothing but white noise under the heavy breathing of two married men fighting a losing battle against raw, forbidden lust. Derek’s slick fingers were still buried knuckle-deep in Mike’s tight ass, slowly scissoring and curling, while his other oiled hand stroked Mike’s thick, leaking cock with long, torturous pulls. Baby oil dripped everywhere, coating Mike’s firm ass cheeks, running down his crack, and making obscene wet sounds with every movement. Mike gripped the back of the couch, sweat mixing with the oil on his broad back, his muscular body trembling as he tried desperately to hold onto the last threads