Polyamory Erotica Novels & Stories

He'd drilled his beliefs into me so thoroughly that even thinking about Alex and Nick's proposition made me feel dirty. But Marcus was a liar. I knew that now. So maybe he'd lied about this too. I grabbed my laptop—a new one Alex had gotten for me, completely untraceable—and settled into the window seat of my bedroom. The cabin had satellite internet, secure and encrypted. If I was going to make an informed decision, I needed information. I started with the basics: "MFM relationship." The search results were... illuminating. Articles, forums, blogs, all discussing polyamorous relationships where two men shared one woman. Some were purely sexual arrangements, but many were full romantic partn

The pressure built fast until I was shaking apart underneath him again, walls clamping down around him as another orgasm ripped through me. “Damian—!” I cried out against his hand as I came hard. He groaned my name this time, hips stuttering, then buried himself to the root and came with a low, broken curse, pulsing hot and deep inside me, filling me until it leaked out around his cock. Even after he finished he stayed inside me, rolling his hips in lazy, filthy circles, pushing his cum deeper while he kissed me slow and deep. “Next time,” he murmured against my lips, voice still rough, “don’t bother with an excuse. Just come to me when you need it, baby girl. And when I tell you to say my n

Not happening. I gave up instantly. If I was destined to die here, I might as well go out fulfilling my greatest wish— to turn this bleak world into one giant pleasure heaven. Doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold—I’ll make it steamy. And honestly, even with his face hidden behind that swirling black mist, the boss’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and deep, magnetic voice were dead giveaways. The guy was built. Lust makes cowards bold. So without thinking, I said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.”

“I’m a desperate slut who lets her boss stuff toys in her ass and control her like a toy. Please. Please let me cum.” Darius groaned, fisting his cock faster. “Good girl. Cum for me. Make a mess on those fingers while I watch.” The orgasm crashed through me like a freight train. I cried out, pussy gushing around my fingers, ass clenching rhythmically around the still-vibrating plug. My vision whited out. I kept rubbing through it, prolonging the shame-soaked pleasure until I was a trembling, drooling wreck on the boxes. I barely had time to come down before Darius was on me.

“That’s it. Let the driver hear how much you love getting fucked in the back of this car. Let him hear you moaning my name while your husband’s client pays me to protect you.” Amara cried out, her head falling back. The dirty words pushed her right to the edge. Her body moved faster, bouncing desperately on his thick cock. Her juices leaked down between them, soaking his suit pants completely. “I’m gonna come,” she gasped, voice breaking. “Roman, fuck! I’m coming!” Her orgasm hit hard. Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, pulsing and squeezing in strong waves. Hot wetness gushed out around his shaft as she came, soaking his lap and the leather seat beneath them. Her whole body shook.

“All that fighting and you just wanted my cock.” “Yes,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.” Our bodies slapped together. Sweat mixed with rose petals. The music kept playing, covering our moans and dirty words. I was lost in it…the feeling of being completely taken while still half-tied up in his prank. Luca reached between us and rubbed my clit again. Another orgasm built fast. “I’m close,” I warned. “Come with me,” he said, thrusting faster. “Come on my cock, Amelia.” I shattered again, crying out his name as my pussy pulsed around him. Luca followed right after, burying himself deep and groaning as he came inside me. I felt every pulse, every hot spurt.

This is a lesbian erotica story, enjoy! “Bang!” I jump, looking behind me. My best friend, Joanna, eyes me as I stare at myself in the mirror, flipping her hair over her face. She smiles, “You do realise it’s my wedding night, right?” I turn swiftly, my hand resting on my hips as I glare at her. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” She laughs, quenching my anger instantly. “Meaning why don’t you come help me with my hair instead of primping yourself for Jimmy.”

she whimpered, her walls clenching around the invading cock. Jamal gripped her hips and thrust upward, burying the last few inches. Lila cried out, her body shuddering as she adjusted to being so completely filled. Tyrone climbed onto the bed in front of her. “Open up, baby.” She leaned forward and took Tyrone’s cock into her mouth while Jamal pounded up into her pussy from below. The dual sensation , thick veiny cock stretching her pussy while another fucked her face , pushed her over the edge fast. Her first orgasm hit hard. She screamed around Tyrone’s shaft, her pussy spasming and squirting lightly around Jamal’s cock.

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."

“But we both know what a desperate slut you are.” She came anyway, hard, shamefully, and squirting around the dildo, piss mixing with her juices, running down her thighs onto the floor. Damon laughed and kept going, forcing her straight into another orgasm before the first even ended. Over and over. The bench creaked under her thrashing. Her voice went hoarse from screaming. The plug in her ass shifted with every convulsion, pressing against the dildo through her thin wall. She lost count after the fourth orgasm. Everything mixed into pain and unwanted pleasure.