Non Consent Erotica Novels & Stories

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

Tonight those eyes held something far more dangerous, it held possession. “Close the door, Lila,” he said quietly and I did, the soft click resounding like a gunshot. My heels clicked across the polished floor as I approached him. He didn’t speak at first. Instead, he tapped his phone, and the large screen on the wall lit up with the photos — enlarged, crystal clear, every detail of my bare ass and the stranger’s thick cock disappearing inside me visible in high definition. Heat flooded up my face and my nipples tightened painfully against my lace bra. Between my thighs, a treacherous slickness began to gather.

I just took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head of his dick while my eyes remained locked on Chris. Chris didn't use a condom. He didn't even use spit at first. He grabbed his dick and shoved it toward Claire’s entrance, but before he could penetrate, Jonathan leaned over the back of the sofa. Jonathan gathered a mouthful of saliva and spat directly onto Claire’s clit, the liquid running down to her opening, make her soaked for Chris’ penetration. "Good lad," Chris grunted, He raised one of her legs onto his shoulders while her other leg curled around his waist and then he drove into her with the deepest thrust that made the entire sofa creak

It was coated in thick white cream. She looked over at Daniel, whose pants were visibly wet at the front from pre-cum. “Next time,” she told him, voice husky, “maybe you’ll get to feel how hot and tight she is… but only if you’re a good boy and keep our secret.” I lay there panting, legs still spread, pussy gaping and twitching, staring at Daniel while my mind spun with shame… and pure, filthy excitement. 🍆🍆 My hands were shaking as Beatrice locked the door again three nights later.

I loved seeing his face buried in my crotch. “Very good, Connor,” I murmured as he licked every inch of me with long, slow strokes. “Such a talented tongue.” I could feel the blood pooling in my groin, the delicious heaviness as my arousal built. “I said something new, didn’t I?” I went on, my toes crimping the sheet on the settee as I tensed. “I said no fucking, no hands. But we’ve done that before.” Connor didn’t respond. He knew what his task was, knew the punishment for slacking.

The man on the call matched her rhythm, fist moving faster along his length, but he never spoke. Emily’s breathing grew uneven. She added a third finger and spread them, letting the camera catch the stretch. Clear fluid coated her knuckles. She pulled her fingers out, held them up to the lens so he could see the shine, then brought them back down and rubbed her clit again with firmer pressure. “That’s it,” she murmured. “Keep stroking that big dick for me. Don’t stop.” The man obeyed without a word, his hand a blur now, hips shifting in his chair. Emily’s thighs began to tremble. She worked herself faster, chasing the building heat, breasts rising and falling with every short breath.

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit adult erotica involving step-family taboo themes, including a threesome (MFM) with stepfather, stepbrother, and stepsister. Content includes intense sexual situations, rough sex, dirty talk. Carlis’s POV I thought we had the house to ourselves. The wedding preparations had everyone running around town, but Brian had me bent over the back of the couch, my sundress shoved up around my waist and my panties dangling from one ankle. His thick cock slammed into me over and over, stretching my pussy just right.

The cock in her pussy thrusting in, the cock in her mouth pushing deep, a brutal, perfect symmetry of violation. Her asshole was a tight, untouched ring of panic. But a hand—she didn’t know whose—was there, slicking it with something cold and greasy. A fingertip pressed, then circled. “This one’s next,” a voice rasped behind her. “They’re voting for it in the chat. Anal for the stream slut.” The terror flared again, bright and sharp. But Sam’s voice cut through it. “Let them have it, Clarissa. You’re already theirs. Just feel it.”

MEL Connor let out a deep growl against my lips as his fingers tugged at the thin strap of my lace thong, pulling them off to the side until they were wedged out of the way. Without breaking from the kiss, he pressed two fingers directly against my soaked, swollen clit, grinding in small circles. A loud, helpless moan tore out of my chest. I threw my head back, my teeth sinking into my lower lip so hard I nearly drew blood, just to keep from screaming. The friction was incredible, sending electric jolts of heat straight down my spine and pooling between my legs.

he teased, and she felt her temper flare hot enough to steam. “Non-consent is r*pe, no matter who you are—husband, boyfriend, or—wait—wife?! What wife are you talking about?!” Terror seized her all over again. Did she just trade one nightmare for something worse? He only laughed softly in reply, saying nothing more for the rest of the ride. He made no move to touch her or harm her, and exhaustion eventually pulled Sera into a deep sleep. —