Online Erotica นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

“You know what? Why don’t you bend me over the desk? I want to feel this cock even deeper.” Marcus nodded eagerly and pulled out. Elena slid off the desk, spun around, and shoved her fat, juicy ass toward him. Every little movement made her cheeks jiggle softly, the sight so hypnotic that Marcus gulped hard, his cock twitching visibly. She bent forward over the desk, laying her upper body flat against the wood. Her thick thighs spread wide, ass pushed back invitingly, pussy glistening and ready for him. When nothing happened, she glanced back over her shoulder and saw Marcus just standing there, eyes locked on her fat ass like he was hypnotized.

“You’re so sweet, keep touching yourself just like that.” I let out a gasp, arching into her mouth, enjoying the sensation as my fingers went back between my legs, rubbing my clit in frantic circles. “Thea… that feels amazing. Bite it a little.” She obliged happily, her teeth grazing my nipples gently and sending sparks through me. “Like that? You’re getting so wet, I can hear it.” Adam watched us, increasing the speed of his thrusts as his eyes darkened. “Fuck, you two are my fantasy. Kara, play with her tits too. Make her moan for me.”

“Deeper. If you make me come I might let you fuck me.” The man’s tongue worked frantically. Wet sounds filled the room. Nadia moaned, rolling her hips, using his face like a toy. She reached down and pinched his nipples hard. The man groaned into her cunt. She rode his mouth faster, tits bouncing, until her thighs tightened and she came with a sharp cry, soaking his face. Mateo’s hand moved to his crotch without thinking. He rubbed himself through his pants, eyes glued to the scene. Nadia stood up, cum from her orgasm glistening on the man’s chin. She grabbed a strap-on from the table, a thick black dildo and buckled it around her hips.

When she started shaking again he pulled out, flipped her onto her hands and knees, and drove into her in one hard stroke. Elena cried out. He was thick, stretching her perfectly. The toy was still inside, pressed against her front wall with every thrust. The combination was overwhelming, his cock pounding deep, the vibrations, the way the plane kept jolting them together harder. “Touch yourself,” he commanded. She reached back, rubbing her clit frantically and Damien gripped her hips and fucked her like the plane might fall out of the sky any second—deep, punishing strokes that had the headboard knocking against the wall.

I was shaking with the need to come, and he hadn’t even touched my clit. “I feel it,” he whispered darkly against my skin. “Your little hole is trying to milk me already. You want it.” “No,” I whimpered, voice cracking. “Please…” He grinned at me, but he was not listening to anything I said. “You’re soaking me, omega.” His hand slid between us. . . finally. . . fingers finding my swollen clit and rubbing in tight, merciless circles. I screamed out of pleasure. My back arched, my vision blurred, and the orgasm tore through me without warning.

On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor. Elena was whispering along with him, “Fuck me harder, fuck my hole,” her fingers plunging in and out in perfect rhythm. She came so hard she didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway at first. The second time was even something else. She was on the living room couch, skirt around her waist, no panties, one leg hooked over the armrest. Two hung studs were spit-roasting a eager bottom on our TV — one thick cock slamming down his throat, the other pounding his ass raw.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

I wiped the last of the cum off my cock as I clicked on the box to open our private chat room. I couldn’t type fast enough to tell him how much his stories had turned me on. After I told him I had stroked myself to three climaxes in an hour and a half—more than I had ever been able to do before—he asked me if I would like to experiment with some online sex and masturbate together. I asked him if he was sure that no one else could read what we were doing, and he assured me that in the private chat room no one would mind—it happened all the time.