Prison Erotica Novels & Stories

I tightened the leather strap around Emma's wrists even more, yanking it hard until her arms stretched above her head and her petite body was pinned flat on the desk. Her perky tits bounced with every breath, nipples still red and swollen from my earlier twisting. I grabbed her thighs and spread her legs wide, forcing her tight virgin pussy to open up completely for me, her juices glistening on the wood. "Stay spread like that, Emma," I growled. "Don't you dare close those legs."

Like she wasn't the same girl who'd gasped my name with her legs spread wide and her cunt clenching around my fingers. A lie dressed in innocence. The booth was empty. Of course it was. I'd canceled every confession today. There'd be no veil between us this time. No prayers. No hesitation. I didn't want to hear her sins. I wanted to fuck them out of her. I wanted her on her knees, that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock, moaning like the desperate, filthy girl I knew she was. And she would. Because she came back.And I knew she always would.

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

“Tell are you one of my father’s dogs? Is he there behind those glasses?” “I pity you. You know that?” “I would never give you anything.” His voice settled down. “You’ll never break me.” I opened the zipper on the leather, “then this one would be handy.” I took out the contents of the prison boss gift. There were a variety of scissors, pliers, and scalpels inside. “Shall we give it a try?” I stood holding a small blade in one hand and a ball gag on the other. “What do you think?”

"Red is like black, but with anal consent assumed as well as consent for impact play, bondage, gangbangs and degradation." "Impact play? Degradation?" I asked with a tilt of my head. "Pretty much anything goes," she replied with a smile knowing I was judging her by the fact that she wore a red collar with pride. "I know you like being spanked. Naomi told me. But you could be flogged, whipped, caned, cropped or other things the guys dream up. As for the degradation, some are verbal, but much worse than Jerome gave you." A fresh gush of juice flooded my pussy. "Some are physical, like writing on your body, attaching a leash to your collar and having you crawl around the party sucking cocks, Wa

It seems I’m not the only one feeling the effects of the incense. “Do you want that?” the First Guy asks, squeezing my throat, and Thirst Trap pulls the waistband of his pants low enough for his hard cock to spring out of it. The size is just right, not too big nor too small. The glans is already darker, its outline appetizing, and veins decorate its shaft. The view alone is enough to excite my lady parts, and I grind against the chair, wanting some relief.

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.

Collapsed doggy. I unzipped my trousers, my length springing free, thick and pulsing with a desperate, heavy ache. I didn't offer a gentle entry. I positioned myself at her entrance, wetting the head of my cock with her own moisture, and drove in. Irene let out a loud scream, her hands clawing at the marble wall. I buried myself inside her core, the sensation of her tight, hot interior wrapping around me so intense it nearly ended the night right there. I stayed still for a heartbeat, anchored inside my boss, watching our reflection. This night, I looked like a predator, and she looked exactly like my prey.

I was so ready for this. But now what? Just blatantly put a move on him? I stared at his lap top and recalled Richard saying he caught him watching p**n. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Max wasn't already on his way back. I figured he would take his time and try to calm himself down and that was fine with me. I went into his history and scanned through the sites he visited. My eyes lit up on "My First Sex Teacher" and I clicked it. "Oh, you naughty boy." I whispered as I saw it was an entire site dedicated to teacher student fantasies, Richard hadn't been kidding.

I spread her pussy wide and her hands held her thighs for me as I bent down to lick at her, lapping at her pussy, finding her nub, but then tracing back to her ass, unable to resist something so forbidden as rimming my plump, cute, nineteen-year-old student's ass-hole. As I tongued her tightest hole, spreading her cheeks wide, her hand rubbed desperately at her clit. "Oh fuuuck," she moaned, craning her neck to look at me tonguing her ass. Holding my tongue stiff, my head bobbed at her asshole, and I knew I was showing her something that she'd never experienced before. It felt so taboo, and so deliciously naughty, that my own precum was out of control. "Do you like that, Lucy?" I said.