New Age Erotica Novels & Stories

“This pussy belongs to me-“ he growls “-not Eric , not anybody else, Mine!” He slaps my clit continuously, his dick taming into my insides at the same time. I’m going to cum” I cried out eyes rolling to the back of my head His thumb picks up pace, his dick dragging against my front walls “yess baby, cum on this dick, cum on my cock like a good girl” . I came hard, harder than all the other times , my whole body shaking as my pussy clamped down on him hard.

the line dropped. I picked up my phone. Pornhub or cadehub? Or Amaye? I wasn’t thinking straight. I wanted to be comforted, or I wanted a release. A hand was still on my nipples. I was feeling the wetness in my panties and the anger swell in my belly. What do I do? I scrolled and scrolled with no direction in particular. I stopped at a name. I sent a text.

“Please Nate… I need your cock inside me. I’ll be good. I’m only twenty-one… I can’t wait anymore. Fuck me hard. Fill me up.” Fuck, her words got me. I pushed just the head inside her. She felt so damn good. Hot. Tight. I held still. Let the cameras see how her pussy gripped me. Chat started blowing up. I glanced over quickly. “Damn she tight.” “Make her beg more.” “Edge that whore.” I read one out loud like it was mine. “Yeah you heard that? Beg louder baby. They wanna hear how desperate my twenty-one year old slut is.” She didn’t question shit. Just moaned louder.

“I’m the boss’s late-night whore… the one who begs to get her pussy destroyed instead of working… the slut who wants to be left leaking and used…” He kept her right on the edge for what felt like forever, slowing just enough when she got close, then slamming hard again the second she calmed. Her body shook. Sweat slicked her skin. The clock crawled past midnight, then one, then two. He moved her again, this time onto the floor on all fours. He knelt behind her, grabbed a fistful of hair, and drove back in deep. The new angle made her cry out high and raw. He pounded her without mercy, hips snapping fast, the sound filthy and wet.

His thumb brushed the edge of my lower lip. “Have you ever taken a black guy’s dick before?” The question cut straight through the haze. My pussy clenched around nothing, already wet again. “No.” A small, satisfied sound left him. He let go of my chin, reached down, and pushed the waistband of his sweatpants lower. The heavy weight of his cock sprang free...thick, dark, already half-hard and still growing as I watched. “Well,” he muttered, voice rough now, “I’m about to introduce a new fetish into your life.”

I was nineteen. His son’s ex-girlfriend. An hour ago, I’d been crying in the rain because of that same son, my chest aching, my heart raw and bruised. Now I was pressed against Ethan, my breath hot against his ear, my hand stroking him through his clothes until I felt how hard he was, how badly he wanted this—wanted me. It was wrong. I knew it was. But when I whispered his name and felt the way his body reacted, the way his breath hitched, something inside me snapped.

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One hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave fingerprints; the other reached around to rub her clit in fast, ruthless circles. “Take it, take every inch. This is what happens when you tease me for a year and a half with those tight skirts and those little moans you make when you’re frustrated with a spreadsheet.” He panted. Elena pushed back to meet every thrust, sobbing with pleasure. “Harder, fuck me harder, make me come again, make me forget every other man.” He gave it to her with a brutal pace. The new angle hit deeper, grinding against her cervix with every stroke. She shattered again walls clamping down around him like a vice, milking him as she screamed his name.

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She kept grinding through her orgasm, then finally lifted herself off me, breathing heavily. She kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue. “You’re a natural,” she whispered. Elena reached into the nightstand and pulled out a sleek black strap-on. My eyes widened. “Not tonight,” she said with a wicked smile, putting it back. “Tonight I want to feel you against me.” She positioned herself between my legs, pressing her wet pussy directly against mine. The contact was electric. She started grinding slowly, our clits rubbing together in a perfect rhythm. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt, slick, warm, and incredibly intimate. Elena moved faster, her breasts brushing against