Pegging Erotica Novels & Stories

Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops. Marcus screamed through the ring gag, but it came out as a wet gargle. The five demons circled Lila slowly, breathing heavy, sulfur and raw lust thick in the air. She stood there trembling, cum still leaking down her thighs from the first two, but her pussy was clenching visibly, hungry for more.

“Sweet little pussy, all for me.” Two fingers slid inside her without warning, plunging deep and curling perfectly to hit that spot that made her see stars. “Ahhh!” She cried out, her nails digging into his scalp as he pumped his fingers in and out, faster, harder, while his mouth latched back onto her clit. She was shaking now, sweat slicking her skin, her thighs trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. “Please,” she begged. “Please, I need you inside me.”

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

I am Hemanth, a 19-year-old Indian boy, living with my parents in a quiet suburban neighborhood. I had always been a shy, introverted kid, but lately, I had developed a fascination with BDSM and pegging. I spent hours online, watching videos and reading stories about dominant women using strap-ons to fuck their submissive male partners. The idea of being dominated, edged, and tortured by a powerful milf consumed my thoughts.

Inside, a man and a woman were entangled on the bed, their clothes completely removed. Some people immediately covered their faces, unable to look any longer. The more timid young ladies even let out frightened screams. My mother flew into a rage. "Charlotte Young! You have some nerve—how dare you commit such indecent, shameless acts! "Drag her out here. I'll kill her myself!" "Who exactly are you dragging out, Mom?" The people in front of me spun around. I was standing at the back of the crowd, stretching on my toes to peer over their shoulders, my expression nothing but mild curiosity.

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

Aeris was already trembling when she had her first orgasm, which my tongue licked all its drops. I reversed her body until she was lying face down. I slapped her pussy over and over again, her moans were even louder this time as the vibrator continued to do its job in her pussy. Holding her waist, I lifted her butt up. Her ass hole was throbbing when I spat a saliva on it, then I licked it. Aeris tried to avoid his ass on my face but I just held her waist firmly. “I’ll fuck you in your ass, bitch, while the vibrator fucks you in your pussy. Want that? Double penetration?”

And suddenly I felt it brush my clit without even knowing. I gasped and moaned softly. Pedro's voice stayed calm. “You're not allowed to cum until I say so.” The whip struck again. And my hip jerked as the vibrator circled my clit slowly, not pressing too hard but just enough to keep me squirming. Then I felt a finger pinching my nipple as they became so hard. The sting shot through me and made my back arch. “Clamp her,” Pedro ordered. Someone opened one of the clamps. I felt a cool metal brushing my already tender nipple.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

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.