Monochrome Erotica Novels & Stories

Let me hear you. I bit back a sharper moan as I obeyed, pushing two fingers further inside my slick heat, curling them against that sensitive spot that made my thighs tremble. The wet sounds filled the quiet room—obscene, intimate. My hips rocked involuntarily, chasing the friction while I kept my legs spread wide for the camera. “Good girl,” he murmured, the praise rough and unfiltered even through the distortion. “You’re so fucking wet for me already.”

he lied, pumping faster. Lila gave a soft, fake whimper and patted his back like a tired mother comforting a child. When he finally came, it was weak and brief. He pulled out and his cum was barely leaking from her pussy. She didn’t even clench or feel it. Marcus hated it. He was a man who craved power, control, and raw depravity. But their sex life had turned into a polite chore. That was why he’d spent a small fortune on the obsidian mirror.

My skin was flushed a deep, feverish pink, coated in sweat and expensive lube. I had lost count of the orgasms; they had blurred into one continuous, white-hot hum in my brain. But as I looked at the three olive-skinned giants surrounding me, I knew I didn't care. They could fuck every ounce of energy and strength out of me until I was nothing but a memory on these silk sheets, and I would die happy. "Jax," Dante’s voice broke, deep and vibrating against my back. "Pass me the lube. The thick one."

I know the shocked look on her face is not about the spanking bench or the suspender frames or the array of bdsm tools that line up the table at the corner of the room. It's the wide array of erotic portraits on the walls, drawn by the one and only erotic artist in the underworld, Silas Moretti, who’s a non-aligned informant to mafia clans. Silas trades the secrets of most clans, and he makes a shit ton of money from it. Each of these erotic portraits costs over fifty thousand dollars, and I’ve about a hundred of them lining the walls. I got these portraits not because they’re so beautiful but because they’re an illustration of our deepest fantasies. The ones people don’t dare voice out in p

“You know what? Why don’t you bend me over the desk? I want to feel this cock even deeper.” Marcus nodded eagerly and pulled out. Elena slid off the desk, spun around, and shoved her fat, juicy ass toward him. Every little movement made her cheeks jiggle softly, the sight so hypnotic that Marcus gulped hard, his cock twitching visibly. She bent forward over the desk, laying her upper body flat against the wood. Her thick thighs spread wide, ass pushed back invitingly, pussy glistening and ready for him. When nothing happened, she glanced back over her shoulder and saw Marcus just standing there, eyes locked on her fat ass like he was hypnotized.

I spread her pussy wide and her hands held her thighs for me as I bent down to lick at her, lapping at her pussy, finding her nub, but then tracing back to her ass, unable to resist something so forbidden as rimming my plump, cute, nineteen-year-old student's ass-hole. As I tongued her tightest hole, spreading her cheeks wide, her hand rubbed desperately at her clit. "Oh fuuuck," she moaned, craning her neck to look at me tonguing her ass. Holding my tongue stiff, my head bobbed at her asshole, and I knew I was showing her something that she'd never experienced before. It felt so taboo, and so deliciously naughty, that my own precum was out of control. "Do you like that, Lucy?" I said.

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

Joana's white skin turned red at the same time, and she pressed her hand hard in her mouth, to prevent her low moan from resonating through all the walls of the intimate room. My cock disappeared inside her, and her ass endured a few more slaps that I gave, as my hips pushed and rotated behind her. Our skins beat each other in that muffled and very characteristic of dirty sex. I smiled as she avoided moaning, and contained my own sounds, while my world boiled down to giving pleasure to that woman in every possible way.

She truly did enjoy the way he handled her but it wasn’t enough to give her an orgasm except if she added a vibrator. Reed watched proudly as Light pulled out and slammed inside into Lexi’s wet pussy. “Ah!” She moaned loudly, her hips swirling as if begging for more. This moment made him admit that Light was truly the freakiest among them all. Within a few minutes with sex demons, he was already balls deep inside one of them. Reed felt his cock growing harder the more he watched the erotic live p**n. He smoothly slid his hand into Red's leather pants and then slipped his fingers under her thong.

Then he slid two fingers deep inside. "Ahhhh-shit! Yes!" I moaned, gripping the edge of the chair. He fingered me so deep, and all the while, his mouth never left my pussy. "Grey, I'm gonna cum again-" "Do it," tongue working fast. "Cum all over my face, baby." And I did.