Prison Erotica Novels & Stories

He had Erica, and a lot of other women at his disposal, making me feel not special. But my heart still called for him. It was evidenced by how his name was stuck on my lips, exiting my mouth so frequently during sex, which pleased him and he drove faster and faster inside me. I sensed my climax and let myself loose. When we were done, it was again a pool of our liquids at our feet. Since there wasn’t any room service, we performed the deed on the floor. Our actions made me feel like we were animals in heat and acting out of lust, but I didn’t care. Perhaps it was the last time I could have Kaiser inside me again.

Larry had never hit a woman before, he couldn't lay a hand on her. "Come on, fuck me." Wanda was smug. Every woman who has been in prison for a long time is naturally full of desire for sex and freedom. That was a basic human need and desire that couldn't be stopped. Wanda's hand managed to reach inside Larry's pants, her eyes lit up, and she kissed Larry even more frantically. Larry never anticipated that inmates would behave in such a manner. In his mind, aren't they all supposed to be actively rehabilitating for early freedom?

ARC 27: VELVET CUFFS TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit taboo erotica, public risk, under-table foot play, bathroom sex, rough oral, forced deepthroating, degradation, CNC elements and graphic sexual content.. Mature readers only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark fiction ------- Kailani's pov Sarah's hands digs into my side for the hundredth time this evening trying to get my attention But I can’t tear my eyes off the corner where Red is practically fucking that girl in front of everyone.

He comes back with a bottle of lubricant. My stomach flips. He coats his cock, then presses two slick fingers against my asshole and pushes them inside. The stretch burns. He works them in and out until the muscle starts to give, then adds a third. I’m panting into the cushion, wrists still bound, my ass still stinging from the belt. “This is the part you don’t get to give away to anyone else,” he says. “This stays mine.”

“Yes! Fill Mommy’s womb again. Get me pregnant with your hot seed. I want to carry your baby while Jake has no idea what his friend has been doing to me.” Her filthy breeding talk ignited something primal in me. I fucked her even harder, the wet slapping sounds filling the enclosure. I slid two fingers into her mouth, letting her suck them sloppy and wet, then pressed one thick finger against her tight asshole. I circled it slowly while still hammering her pussy with long, powerful strokes. Elena gasped. “Put it in, baby. Finger Mommy’s ass while you stretch my cunt. I need it all.” I pushed my finger knuckle-deep inside her. She clenched hard around both my cock and finger. I pumped the fin

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

I moaned loudly, my head falling back as he worked me open again, preparing me for more. “So eager,” he praised me, leaning in between my breasts. “Your tight little hole is sucking my fingers like it wants to be stuffed full again. Tell me, sweet girl — do you want your pastor to bend you over the altar next time? Or should I keep you right here on this desk, filling you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow?” The wicked image made my pussy clench hard around his fingers. “Here,” I gasped. “Please… use me here. Make me your secret release every time we prepare for bible study.”

I hissed under my breath, the holy name making me wince even as I kept jerking myself off. "Fuck, fuck..." The words escaped like prayers, only these were of a completely different kind—carnal, desperate. "God forgive me…” My cock throbbed in my hand, pre-cum leaking out as I imagined sinful things—things no priest should think about. Hard bodies pressed against me, mouths kissing instead of praying lips. I groaned loudly, pumping faster. "Wrong... So wrong..." I choked out between strokes. My hips lifted off the chair, pushing my length through my fist as if seeking relief.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

I spread myself open with one hand and sink the marker into my slick cunt, coating it in my arousal. “Oh my… Mr. Collins…” The soft, obscene sounds of my soaked pussy fill the office as I move the marker in and out of myself, my fingers circling my clit. Fucking my pussy harder with the thought of him. “Fuck… yes… harder… just like that…” I arch my back, one hand on my clit, the other grabbing my tits, pinching my nipples. The image of Mr. Collins, towering over me, mouth on mine, his cock replacing the marker, has me trembling.