Novel & Cerita Online Erotic Short Stories

I stroked him eagerly, loving the way he groaned and thrust into my fist. “Such a good little whore,” he praised, voice strained. “Look at you, naked on your professor’s desk and jerking my cock like you were made for it.” He kissed me again while I stroked him faster. His three fingers returned to my pussy, stretching me open while his thumb tormented my clit. We moved together—filthy, desperate, perfect. I released again on his fingers, moaning into his mouth as he spilled over my hand and stomach in hot, thick ropes.

She would worry about Jessica’s fury later if she were to find out. Their breathing became heavier as they approached climax, and the sounds of flesh slapping, punctuated by moans and groans, echoed in the tiny room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, turning her on even more. Fireworks exploded in her as she hit her climax, her body shaking and her walls gripping him tight as she came. With one final thrust, his legs shook as he spilled his seed inside her, her inner walls convulsing as she milked him dry.

Slowly, Elora lowered her hand and slid it onto Helena’s leg and began to inch it upwards until the short hem of her uniform exposed the white suspenders and stocking tops beneath it. Elora’s hand encircled Helena’s ass and slapped her asscheeks before grasping one of her cheeks tightly as they stood kissing each other seductively, passionately and breathlessly. Every single soul in the ward could tell that they weren’t just doing it for sure, the girls were in love with each other, and this wasn’t the first time they’d done something like this. The silence that prevailed in the room began to deteriorate as the patients found that their cocks were already starting to get hard, and their voic

He slid one finger inside her, slow and deep, her tight heat clenching around him as she let out a sharp cry. “That’s it,” he rasped, his lips grazing her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “Let me hear you, Tara.” Her moans grew louder, echoing through the small apartment as he added a second finger, stretching her just enough to make her gasp. He curled his fingers, finding that sensitive spot inside her that made her knees buckle, her body shuddering against the wall. His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles while his fingers pumped in and out, the rhythm steady but building, pushing her closer to the edge with every stroke.

He was fucking her not just with his body, but with his eyes, and it was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. “Come for me, Alex,” he growled, his voice rough. “Come all over my fucking cock.” That was all it took. The coil snapped, and her second orgasm crashed over her, even more intense than the first. She screamed his name, her body convulsing around him, her nails digging into his back, leaving red welts on his skin. He followed her over the edge a moment later, his own orgasm ripping through him. He buried his face in her neck, his body shuddering as he poured himself into her, hot and thick and endless.

My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion. I pushed off Dante one more time, another fountain of my release spraying so far it almost cleared the bed. I was beyond gone. I sank back down, gripping Kael’s length to stroke him while Jax grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept his hand on my throat, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity. "You like being our little secret, don't you, Ariel? You like being the family slut."

********************The Long Glass Stretch, was so intense and dirty but she didn’t care all mine at all all she always want is to have sex and getting fuck by different type of objects each and every time and that’s exactly what she is getting now in her pussy, trying out new big, wide, large and massive objects every time she gets***********************

She pinched my hard nipple, rolling it between her fingers, and I arched into her with a whimper. “Fuck, Emma,” she breathed against my lips. “You’re so responsive. So wet already, aren’t you?” I was. My tiny shorts were soaked, the crotch clinging to my shaved, puffy pussy lips. I nodded, kissing her harder, our tongues tangling sloppily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jake stand up. He shoved his shorts down, and his thick, veiny cock sprang free—long, heavy, the head already glistening with precum. He wrapped his big hand around it and started stroking slowly, watching us with dark, burning eyes.

My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it was already too late. A slick rush of wetness flooded my panties, hot and sudden, soaking the delicate lace until it clung to my swollen fold. My clit pulsed hard, as if his voice had whispered the command straight against my skin. God. I was dripping. Just from an email. Just from the knowledge that the most explicit thing I’d ever written...forty-three pages of raw, shameless fantasy...was now sitting in his inbox. I had submitted the wrong file. On Monday night I’d been running on cold coffee and three hours of sleep, watching a course submission portal count down the last two minutes before the deadline.

He hooked my knees over his elbows, folding me almost in half, and pounded into me while the glittering city lights painted stripes across our still-masked faces. “Look at me,” he ordered, voice rough with restraint and pure lust. “Look at the stranger who’s ruining this perfect tight pussy. Tell me how good it feels to get fucked raw by a man whose name you will never know. Tell me how much you love being a secret little slut for one night.” “So good—fuck—so deep—I’m going to come again—please—” “Then come. Soak my cock. Let the whole suite hear you scream for a man with no name.”