Prison Erotica Novels & Stories

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

Clit fat and throbbing, I rubbed slow circles first, then matched their rhythm with every fucking thrust he gave her, I fucked myself deeper, wet sounds lining up with theirs. Prison was sneaky bullshit—quick finger-fucks in the showers, guilty rubs under the blanket. Quiet. Ashamed. This? Real dick tearing up real pussy right in front of me. Raw. Animal. No sorrys. It set me on fire. Feral. Starving.

I held her vagina open with my fingers and I continued digging into her, her pussy trembling and releasing tiny pussy farts that were odorless and very fucking sexy. “Your pussy is very fucking-” I could not finish my sentence.

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

Heat rushed to my face and between my legs. She continued, her voice low and husky. “I miss my husband’s long cock so much. He used to fuck me every night. Deep, hard strokes until I screamed. Now I only have these videos.” She sighed and squeezed her own thigh. “But you… you’re still young. Still tight. You should enjoy it before they lock you away forever.” I was breathing heavily. My nipples were hard against my school blouse. Francesca looked at me for a long moment, then handed me her phone. “Here. I’ll be in my bedroom. Take your time. And Celine… be as loud as you want. No one else is home.”

Yes, there have been times when I have done that," Bruno replied. Sophie tilted her head as she observed him closely. He leaned in and whispered in her ear. "But not in your year," he added. Upon hearing this, the blonde smiled. There was no point in arguing about the past. After all, she had her own experiences. The others grew nervous upon hearing the type of questions the blonde had written. Undoubtedly, this would be an interesting and intense game. Dante spun the bottle, and now it was Bruno's turn to answer. He pulled out the note and handed it to Sophie. "Have you had erotic fantasies about any of the people here right now? If so, say who," Sophie read aloud.

I gripped her hips and fucked her in a steady rhythm, watching the way her body took the thick cock, the way her back arched when I angled just right. “That’s it,” I murmured. “Take it.” I picked up the pace, still controlled but harder, the harness slapping against her skin. Each thrust dragged a louder cry out of her. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing tight circles while I drove into her. Her thighs started to shake. .. .. Author's POV The meanwhile, outside the closed door of Sophia and Mary’s room, a small cluster of nuns had gathered in the dim hallway. The thick stone walls couldn’t fully muffle the sounds coming from inside...they listen to each moan

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

As soon as the door closed, I knew I was in deep shit. This seemed even more exclusive. About three women were tied in different manners, some to a table, some to a pole. But they all seemed to be there at will. Two men wearing ski masks and shirtless whipped them as they moaned while in the corner, Aiden sat, legs spread apart as a woman knelt in between, her head moving up and down. With the way she moved, I could tell she was sucking him. My cheeks immediately reddened in embarrassment as I looked away when his eyes caught mine.