Prison Erotica Novels & Stories

Her breaths came in jagged bursts, her body teetering on the edge of spasms from the unbearable, sugary bliss radiating from her pussy, each stroke amplifying the delicious ache until it consumed her. Her features contorted in bliss. “Fuuuuck!” The curse tore from her throat. The men treated her pussy like their personal toy, fingering and rubbing until she was a quivering mess, before finally withdrawing. Thea’s vision swam with haze as they released her, her chest rising and falling in heavy pants. Then her right leg was yanked up too, splaying her thighs apart in a lewd, vulnerable display while strong arms locked around her waist from behind, pinning her steady.

I lay there twitching, spread-eagle, collared, destroyed, covered in sweat and semen. But they weren’t done. A new toy; a thick dildo; was shoved into my overflowing pussy while they made me clean their cocks with my tongue. The vibrator returned to my clit on the highest setting. “Another one,” they ordered. “Cum like the disgusting slut you are.” I screamed around the cocks in my mouth as another shattering orgasm ripped through me. My body convulsed violently against the restraints, squirting around the toy, tears streaming. As I lay there panting, covered in filth, the leash still tight in someone’s hand, I heard the calm, professional voice of the man from the phone:

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

I split the rest of the prize money between the participants, a silent thank you for their service. Locked in my room, under the watchful eye of a stern new female guard posted outside my door, I lay on my bed. I was banned. Watched. A prisoner again. But my sexual urge never stopped, my hands slipped under the covers—night after night, finding the familiar, needy ache between my legs, I smiled a small, secret, unrepentant smile. Yeah, I had a good time. And I'd do it all again in a heartbeat. For now, l'd have to live on memories and my own touch. But l'd had a feast.

The contrast of their skin colors made it even more exciting. “Vivian, get on your knees and eat her juicy wet pussy” I commanded and she wasted no time. Camila quickly rolled up her short skirt, revealing a lacy red panties which Vivian quickly pulled down, her clean shaved chocolate pussy came into view. “Ohh.. Fuck” Camila moaned as Vivian warm mouth made contact with her clit. She grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and placed a leg on the office sofa to give her a better view of her wet pussy.

I wanted to slide my hands beneath that tight black top, trace every inch of her warm skin until those quiet breaths turned into shattered gasps and she was begging me not to stop. I imagined what it would feel like to slip my hands between her juicy tights and under her skirt, where her pretty pink pussy sat just for me . I wanted to dip my fingers into her wetness feeling her pussy clench tight around my tick fingers. I would fuck her with my fingers until she was a moaning mess in her seat squirming under my touch, cumming over and over on my fingers. I would pin her against the passenger seat, my dick buried deep in her , hair tangled, eyes rolled back screaming my name instead of giving

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck- less passion. So I braced myself as best I could, one hand on the slippery tiles, another on the tub edge. Steam enshrouded us carrying scents of cosmetics, visions of vanilla chiffon. Pale streaks of foam spiraled into the drain and vanished. His hands dug into my hips. In the midst of the vapor and wetness, his cock shored me up, enormous and substantial where I was soft and hidden. They wouldn’t show that in the movies. This wouldn’t even make a porno because it wasn’t camera friendly. Impossible to see our thrusting c

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.