Online Erotica Novels & Stories

My muscles are taut as I try not to get my cock into her pussy like I want to. Layla rubs her tits against my face, moaning and shuddering as the orgasm crashes into her. Her pussy gushes against my thigh, her release all over me. Everything becomes quiet in that moment, till it’s just her breathing mingling with mine. Maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe I could give in to this power that we’ve created, and it would be okay after. She wants me too. I could show her what big, bad Daddies do to their little girls. But a flash of lightning illuminates the pink in her hair.

“My after-class project. My desperate little slut who traded her dignity for a letter on a page.” His words were filth, and they poured over her like hot oil, searing her shame and transforming it into fuel. Her climax built with terrifying speed, coiling from the very brutality of his fucking. She was sobbing, pleading, begging for it, for him, for the oblivion he offered. “Please…” “Come for me, Elara,” he commanded, his own control fraying, his thrusts becoming wild, uncoordinated. “Come on your professor’s desk. Show me you accept your terms.”

Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine. Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She hiked her dress higher, fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton of her panties. Her clit was swollen, slick with arousal. She circled it slowly as she turned pages, lost in Victor’s raw confessions. Last night I wrote her name while I came. Elena. Elena. Elena. If she ever returns, I won’t hold back. I’ll lock the doors, strip her bare, and spend days teaching her body every filthy pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her tight little hole while she fingers herself. Making her watch in the mirror as

I caught my fingers finding their way into my panties again. I decided to go crazy. I grabbed my phone and turned on the camera and then I showed the video to the screen. "The sexiest man on earth", I mumbled as I then started watching the video and touching myself.. The thing about me is that I'm always wet, always. I went on and on for a moment till I reached orgasm and stopped. Then I cut the video and told myself to watch it later. Did my usual clean up and went to bed...Few minutes into my short nap, I got a call from Tom.

I nodded as I grabbed my boob and pinched my nipple slightly. I curled my toes, reached back, and clawed at his arm. "Cum, slut" My body obeyed the command at once. I screamed, my cum sprayed everywhere. In a few seconds, Damon slammed his cock into me a few more times. Then she released shots of his hot cum into my ass and pulled out. His cum dripped out of my ass onto the floor, mixing with my cum. We lay down side by side, catching our breaths. "Ella"

Santa Claus whipped me again and again, but all that escaped my mouth were my moans as I whined on the body, wishing to be released so I could jump on him and ride the piece of meat in between his legs. "Yes, Daddy." I licked my bottom lip seductively as he thrust the whip to a side, before grabbing the oil and rubbing all over his cock, till it glistened. He took it out and inserted it inside my pussy, before using the remote control to trigger it to work inside me. I squirted hard on the bed as it seemed as if electricity was buzzing through me, hard. "Shit! What a mess!" He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment.

Liquid pleasure was flowing through my veins at a lightning pace; I grabbed the sink with my hand, a soft moan escaped my mouth as his dick rubbed harder against me, slightly opening my folds, the glans was hitting my clit with each move. "Ahhh... just like that... but we can't," I whimpered, but my hips wiggled impatient, grinding back to feel more. He sprinkled pre-cum over my skin like saliva, the slick making the rub obscene, his free hand slipping under my tank to mouth my breast, squeezing full, thumb circling the nipple rough. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." I moaned uncontrollably quiet, core releasing more fluid, coating his length as it slid through my folds, parting them open wid

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

My walls pulsed and squeezed him tight as waves of pleasure crashed through me. “Look at that,” Matthew laughed darkly, still thrusting through my orgasm. “You love it, don’t you? Cheating on your husband with this big black cock and cumming like a slut.” He pinched my nipples hard, twisting them between his fingers while he kept pounding me. The sharp pain sent fresh sparks straight to my clit. He leaned down and spit right on my pussy, making everything even wetter and messier. Then his rough thumb found my swollen clit and started rubbing it in fast, dirty circles.

I was traveling thousands of miles, leaving my oblivious wife at home, to fuck a young girl I had met online because she enjoyed the stories I wrote. If you asked me why I started writing and publishing erotica on Literotica, I do not believe I could give you a full and satisfactory answer. I had been reading the site for some years, had an idea for a story that I wrote out and, after a very short time hemming and hawing, published it.