Novel & Cerita Nanny Erotica

Fucking hell. I start moving slow at first, and then soon, I pick up the pace as I bounce hard, ass slapping against her thighs, lost in the wet heat and her constant stream of praise and filth. “Fuck, look at that greedy pussy swallowing me. So shy in the world, but such a desperate little cum-slut for your succubus.” Lira’s voice is low, wanton in a way that makes me want to cum right there and then. My nipples feel tight, hard, and when she rubs her tail against it, I feel like my heart is going to force its way out through my throat.

My every nerve ending was on fire… especially my baby nipples and my crotch. “If you can only see yourself, Kat. You look like such a helpless slut! I read somewhere that small boobs are especially sensitive. Is this why you are especially horny? You little girl? Now… baby slut Kat… beg for Daddy’s dick… Beg Daddy to have his way with you. Beg to be daddy’s sex slut and say Thank you Daddy, for making me feel so good!”

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

There were high glass tables everywhere, topped with bowls of every essential you could need for a night with Nancy. Complementary vibrators, butt plugs, ben wa balls, cock rings, ball-gags, the list goes on, and of course, condoms. As I said, Nancy wanted others to get a taste of what it was like to live like her, and she knew exactly how to feed you. Walking up the staircase, I let out a hushed gasp as we entered the exhibit centered around erotic photography, seeing that it was no longer made up of past pieces, but rather present, in the moment, artwork. There was a photo booth, a photographer, and a lot of bodies, some naked, waiting to be worth a thousand words.

The screen showed my bedroom from the hidden nanny cam he must’ve planted: me on my back, legs spread, eight-inch dildo slamming in and out while I cried his name like a prayer. The sound of my orgasm filled the room. He turned the volume up. My knees buckled. He crossed the room in three strides, grabbed my throat, and slammed me against the wall. “Been watching you for months, Mrs. R,” he growled against my lips. “Waiting for Connor to fuck off so I could finally ruin his hot MILF mommy.” His hand shoved between my legs, two fingers plunging straight into my soaked cunt. I came instantly, squirting down his wrist, sobbing his name.

WARNING: Erotica, Taboo (Step-sibling), Exhibitionism (Cuckolding/Voyeurism - Non-contact), Choking, Spanking, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The house was finally empty of the parents, but I didn't want the silence. I wanted an audience. I wanted someone else to see exactly how much power I held over my stepsister, to see the way she looked at me like I was her entire world while I treated her like my favorite toy.

* "Your cock... inside me... stretching my cunt, making me moan and squirm just like these slutty milfs on your laptop..." *With a sultry wink, she leans forward to trail a finger down Y/N's chest, stopping just short of their crotch.* "Trust me, sweetheart, you won't regret giving mommy what she craves so desperately." *Y/N's breath quickens as Stefanie's tantalizing touch sends shivers down their spine. The intoxicating scent of exotic perfume fills their nostrils, mingling with the heady aroma of Stefanie's arousal. Despite the overwhelming taboo nature of the situation, Y/N finds themselves increasingly enthralled by the seductive allure of their best friend's mother.*

Nine inches of hard power that made my pussy clench with nervous hunger. “Marcus… Daddy… this is wrong,” I whispered. My hands shook as I grabbed the bottom of my tank top anyway. “Wrong?” He stroked his big cock slowly, his eyes burning. “You stopped being innocent the second you came all over my fingers like a greedy little slut. Take everything off. Daddy wants to see his toy.” His dirty words made more wetness drip down my thighs. I pulled my top over my head. My full breasts spilled free, nipples stiff and aching. Then I slid my skirt and soaked panties down my legs until I lay completely naked on his silk sheets.