Pegging Erotica Novels & Stories

THE EMPTY THEATER AFTER THE SLAM PT 2 Seraph finally climbed on top of him. She swung one leg over his hips and positioned herself above his aching cock. The heat from her pussy hovered just above his swollen head. Dorian’s body trembled from the long hours of teasing. His cock throbbed painfully. It was dark red and slick with precum. Seraph gripped the base with one hand. She sank down slowly onto his aching cock. The tight wet heat enveloped the head first. Her pussy lips stretched around his thickness. She lowered herself inch by inch. The slick walls gripped him firmly.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

“We are watching a damn kids’ movie!” “NO!” I snapped as color drained from my face at the thought of her implications. My stomach churned at how disgusting that would be. I would never live with myself if that were true. I might be a perv, but definitely not a pedo. “Haven’t it occurred to you that there could be other reasons for my erection?” “Which is?”

She held still, breaths shallow, every nerve alight. Emboldened by her lack of protest, his touch intensified. Bella, in a feigned sleepy wiggle, shifted back closer, her bum pressing against his crotch. She felt it immediately—his dick, fully erect, hard and throbbing through his pants, nestled against her. He gasped, a sharp intake of breath that echoed in the quiet room. Gotcha, she thought triumphantly, a thrill running through her. Now what? Your move, stranger. The tension hung thick, her body humming with anticipation, mind a whirlwind of forbidden excitement.

Drawing this attention of every man who want, but might never get me to fantasize fucking my pussy from behind downward doggy style. My cunt clenches as Miguel smiles darkly from his seat with his legs crossed, I can see him getting hard, his size is not something that can be hidden and I feel my panties get wet with my lust juice. I let out a hot breath and change my position, if I do this position again, everyone drooling over my body would see the wetness of my pussy juice staining the flimsy panties. Everyone would know that I am horny. Fuck. I bite down on my lips and sit on the floor with my legs open, an invitation, come and take it, I am begging as I do something I have never done be

She urged. Seraphina lifted and dropped faster. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down the strap-on filled the conference room. Her juices coated the toy and ran down onto Isolde’s thighs. Pleasure built with every bounce. Their kisses grew messier. Seraphina sucked on Isolde’s lower lip. Isolde reached between them and rubbed Seraphina’s clit. Her fingers moved in tight circles. "That’s it. Use me to make yourself cum."

"Yeah. Julia suggest it. I never thought about it before, but why not. I don't love him. He not my husband. He a sex toy to play with, finally have real sex. Why not her too." "You might wish to use him both at once," Julia said, noticing the sudden look on Shasta's face. "I'm talking about one of you riding his cock, the other one his face. You don't both have to be naked and playing with each other, like Master and we do. Even get a nice strap on and one of you peg his ass while he's licking the other one." "Peg?" "It means fuck his ass with a strap on. It's another way to establish Dominance over a male."

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

This was a woman who was a master cocksucker and she loved it and the power it gave her over men. Eva released my rigid cock from her wet mouth with a gentle “pop” and slid her tiny frame back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and folding her knees, and looking at me pleadingly asked, “Will you lick my clit please?” I dove right in, dropping to my knees and plunging my face into her soaking wet muff, wondering why she seemed to be begging for this most basic of sex acts, something I know men would pay good money to do to such a glorious love hole. I plunged my tongue into her pussy and then licked all around it, plunging two fingers in as I gently sucked her clit. Eva came with a sharp yel