Non Consent Erotica Novels & Stories

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

A shot of her bent over the edge of the bed, his handprints red on her ass. Clara didn’t care. The forbidden thrill of it made her wetter. She posed for him, spreading her legs wider, letting him capture every compromising angle. By the time the underground lights automatically dimmed to simulate night, they were exhausted and sticky with sweat and cum. Julian pulled her against his chest, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist. His cock rested soft against her thigh, still slick. Clara’s body ached in the best places. She traced a finger over the marks she’d left on his chest.

she said before making a zipper gesture across her lips. "There is some touching, but it's not at all like what you're almost certainly imagining. I'm serious," I continued in response to her dubious look. "Both members have to fully consent and then agree on what's allowed, which, for the record, is almost always just the back. It makes for a good place to draw on with a finger."

Time skip: Next night Our parents had gone to bed early. I was supposed to be studying, but my phone kept lighting up with messages from SecretHeat. IronPulse had messaged first. IronPulse: *You left the door unlocked?. Heatlena: yes Iron pulse: Did you touch yourself thinking about him?* I bit my lip and typed back with shaky thumbs. HeatLena: *Yes. I came hard imagining him walking in and pinning me on the bed and taking me hard*

Elena Pov “Fuck…” I moaned softly as I felt my juices trickle down my thighs, warm and slow. My grip tightened around Jeremy’s picture, the edges bending under the pressure of my fingers as I held onto it like it was him. My back pressed against the doorframe, my body already trembling from the heat pooling low in my stomach. “Fuck, Jeremy… please, fuck me…” I whispered, my voice shaky and breathless as I dragged my fingers down my thighs, my touch slow, teasing, making my breath hitch.

’ He watched me get fucked by a stranger this evening, yet that question had my face heating up. ‘I don’t know..’ When we had this conversation last time and he told me his sexual interests and fantasies… it didn’t end well. ‘Just well tell me one…’ I quickly searched my brain, trying to think of one… and then I remembered. A deep, dark one that I kept buried in my brain, not wanting to admit it. ‘Well… I just wanna say before I tell you, I want to make it clear I’m not into rape or anything but... Consensual non-consent… it's kinda hot’. I heard him chuckle. ‘What?’ I worried for a second.

White shorts… Uhhh. He pulled his top and I saw a white singlet too. I love my men clean. After he pulled his top. He pulled back a bit and I was confused. “I want you, but I want to be sure you want this too.” Wait! He is this big a celebrity and still big on consent? Who raised this guy? Also, hearing your celebrity crush’s voice so close to your face is sexy as fuck! While deep at it, the bed side phone rang. God please do not let him pick. God please.

The friction on her clit felt so good she almost came right there. Professor Kane broke the kiss and looked down at her. His eyes were dark with lust. “Sit on the desk.” Sara did as he said, hopping up so her ass rested on the wooden surface. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and hooked his fingers into her panties. He pulled them down her legs and tossed them aside. Now she was bare in front of him. Cool air hit her hot, wet pussy, making her shiver. He dropped to his knees between her spread thighs. Sara’s heart raced. She looked down and watched as he leaned in. His breath brushed over her sensitive skin first, warm and teasing. Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe from her entran

“If you decide there isn’t, that’s okay. Consent isn’t binding. It changes. But whatever you choose, you now know how we end our scenes. We take care of each other.” I nodded, absorbing the weight of his words. Consent wasn’t just about what happened during the scene; it extended into the afterglow, shaping the way people treated one another when the adrenaline faded. This level of care was both erotic and ethical, a powerful combination I had never encountered before. It changed the way I thought about intimacy entirely, expanding its definition beyond anything I had previously known.

On the laptop Christian was still pounding Anastasia into the mattress, her cries matching the wet squelch of my own fingers A sharp ping cut through the moment. I groaned in frustration, pulling my soaked fingers free and grabbing my phone. Zane’s name lit up the screen. I tapped the message and a photo filled it...his hard cock, flushed and veined, the pink head glistening with a fat bead of precum that trailed down the shaft. My pussy clenched hard at the sight. Below the image his text read: “He misses his hot, sexy girl" I typed back with one hand while the other slipped back into my panties, two fingers pushing straight into my soaked pussy.