Non Consent Erotica Novels & Stories

**This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Apparently I am procrastinating my real life by writing far too many pieces of erotica about far too many different characters. Enjoy.**

He leaned over and picked it up, and slid his hand along the side of her underwear, along the crease of her thigh so that she sighed with pleasure and shifted as if to make him slip inside her. “Hello?” He said. Two of his fingers slipped between the warm, wet folds and she stifled a moan. He flicked the little mound that was hard with desire and she moaned out loud, catching herself too late. He grinned. “Tell her I’ll need to see that contract change before I can approve it. Send me the language.” A finger moved into her and she squeezed around it. With his thumb he circled her quivering clit, and let his fingers slide slowly in and out of her as she pulled on him to stay inside her, to mo

She helped me. Wait. Why was she helping me? Taylor crouched low and got to work on my belt and fastenings. Oh. That was why. "Please don't take my pants off," I demanded blandly. "Your mouth says no, but your... oh, dayum C-dawg, you pop a boner pill or something? Because your boner says hurry the fuck up." She gave it a soft kiss. "You got it, buddy." "An erection is not consent."

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

“Kill me now. Please, just leave and pretend this never happened.” Nick chuckled a deep, warm sound that did unfair things to my already sensitive body. He turned the vibrator off and set it on the nightstand. “You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he said, still smiling. “Everyone does it. Hell, I do it. Just… maybe don’t run it on max for that long next time.” I peeked through my fingers. He was standing there in nothing but those tight black briefs, the bulge in them now noticeably larger than before. My eyes betrayed me and flicked down for half a second before I forced them back up.

And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl. My hand slumped away in exhaustion….and my face? I couldn’t help the tiny grin that spread across it. That was….it was good. But here’s the thing about post nut clarity, it snaps you back to reality at once. And my reality was, I had a fiancé waiting for me at our launch table. Oh No!! The guilt hit me as I scrambled to fix my clothes properly before bolting out of the stall. Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom?

He frowns before speaking again. “Consent means to agree to something. It’s like saying yes. When it comes to mates and mating,” He pauses as his cheeks flame red, trying to explain so I will understand. “It means saying that you are saying it is okay and that you want someone to touch you in that way. If you don’t consent, it means you are saying no, and you do not want them to touch you.” He put special emphasis on the words want and do not want. I frowned as I thought about why anyone would want to be touched like that.

The characters, settings, and scenarios are fictional and meant for escapism—not intended to reflect or encourage real-life behavior without consent or responsibility. This book may feature content that explores various sexual dynamics, fantasies, and preferences. All encounters are consensual in nature, even if they unfold in daring or unconventional contexts. However, if you're uncomfortable with mature themes or erotic storytelling, this book may not be for you. --- Legal & Copyright Notice

Shelly's ass seemed to pull me deeper with unconscious desire and I didn't last long enough at all, but it was perhaps the best moment of my life. I came inside her with a rush of semen, filling her rectum with my useless sperm. My cock bathed in the bounty of our lovemaking, for that's how it seemed to me. I didn't regret fucking my girlfriend without her consent so much as I regretted not seeing the look in her eyes when she felt my ejaculate spreading through her shemale sex. We were joined finally, as a man and woman should be, and I kept my erection sheathed in her cum soaked ass, covering her body with mine until I fell asleep.