Noncon Erotica Novels & Stories

The kind of app people used when they didn't want messages traced. Unknown sender. This message will disappear after viewing. I shouldn't have opened it. But my fingers moved on their own. "Fuck yes—ride my cock just like that—" A woman's pornographic moan. The wet, obscene slap of flesh pounding against flesh. "God, your pussy is so fucking tight—so much better than that frigid bitch would ever be—" "She's probably never even touched herself—that repressed little virgin—I bet her cunt is dry as a desert—" "Forget her—fuck—I'm gonna cum so deep inside you—"

“This is what you needed, isn’t it? My cock inside you while you’re still soaked from class.” “Yes… fuck me harder,” she moaned. Her breasts pressed against the desk through her shirt. Her nipples were rock hard and sensitive. Professor Kane reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he pounded into her. The dual stimulation pushed her toward another orgasm quickly. Her legs shook harder. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy filled the room.

Kendrick's eyes darkened, and for a moment, she thought he might give in, might explore her body, but then he pulled away, his hand slipping from her grasp. "Bianca, I think it's best if you go now," he said, his voice was a bit shaky. Bianca felt a pang of disappointment, but she wasn't ready to give up. She slid off the table, her eyes locked on his as she reached for a nearby object, a slim, metallic instrument that resembled a dildo in shape and size. She held it up, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Dr. Kendrick, I think I need a bit more... stimulation," she said, her voice a sultry purr.

“Good. Then have faith in the plan.” **** “Oh yesss, Thomas, don't stop..” Brenda’s audio echoed from the laptop Noah had on his desk. He swiped left and a new clip appeared. A video of Brenda giving Thomas oral pleasure. Noah shook his head and scrolled to the last video. His eyes widened in shock at what he saw. Brenda on top of his brother. It seemed consensual. In shock Noah wanted to close the laptop but his eyes caught something at the edge of the screen. A file named “Live recordings.”

Miles Courtenay would be furious that she had sullied the spotless reputation of Courtenay de Witt by introducing Nero as a client — and delighted to be able to throw her out of the building as fast as he possibly could. But, as she stepped forward to survey the paintings, she realised something altogether different. There was another, very good reason why these paintings were hidden, private. They were erotic paintings. For while the backdrops, the clothes and the furnishings on the canvasses spoke of aristocratic opulence, the poses of the figures themselves reflected the ultimate in decadence. Kate felt a frisson of excitement as she surveyed them. On her left was a man dressed in the glo

It was like the moon goddess always looked for ways to torture weak women. I looked at her, then shrugged. “I think the only thing we need now is to focus on shopping.” She nodded as we got out of bed and I dressed up. I stood in front of the mirror before she came to me, pressing my breasts, as I smacked her hand away from me. “What are you doing?” She chuckled. “Just checking if you have any cub brewing in there.” That was when I noticed that all the times that I had been having sex with Eric, we had not been using a condom. He had been dropping all of his seed within me.

"Open it." Anna knelt, the concrete cold through the thin fabric of her dress. Her fingers trembled slightly as she lifted the heavy lid. Inside, on a bed of black velvet, was an array of objects that made her breath catch in her throat. There was a small, silver vibrator, sleek and modern. A string of five smooth, black glass beads, each one slightly larger than the last. A black, silicone butt plug with a flared base and a sparkling purple jewel at the end. And a small, curved dildo made of pale pink glass. It was a toolkit for debauchery.

“Okay. How about… what’s the wildest thing you’ve done?” I raised my eyebrows. “Wildest? Like sexually?” He smirked. “You said it, not me.” I took another drink. “Maybe skinny-dipping at midnight in college.” Nathan made a face. “Tame.” “Excuse me?” “You said wild. That’s barely reckless.” He tilted his head. “What about kinks? What gets you off, Reeva?” I swallowed. “That’s not a normal question.” “Normal’s boring. Come on, I told you mine.”

He took off his shirt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. “Can I watch it?” one of his friends asked, and the others laughed. Conner stared at him for a few moments before saying, “Yeah, sure. I’m more excited when someone watches me fuck.” Vero knew what they were going to do and Vero screamed desperately and pulled her arms and legs until her ankles were scratched. But she knew she could not escape and in the end, she could only cry. “Please….” Vero begged in the middle of her tears. But Conner returned it with a grin.

I stand up from my place, I laugh in disbelief at what he said as I run my right hand over my face, I ask him if it's some kind of joke, but he replies with a simple no. I've seen this before, I saw it also with an Erika relationship, the guy didn't want anyone to know about his relationship since at the end of the story is that he had another girl he was dating.