Raunchy Erotica Novels & Stories

I didn’t care. I slid my lace panties, pussy juice soaked, to the side and let my four saliva dipped fingers rub over my wet clit vigorously in motions only I could decide. As I followed through with the instructions that were given by the female lead in my audio erotica.

“Little girls with dirty mouths are secretly sluts for their Daddies. Tell me what you are, Layla.” “I’m a slut for Daddy,” I say, looking up at him shyly from underneath my lashes. “Yeah, you are,” he says, looking down at me with devotion. A deeper emotion flickers in his green eyes, but now’s not the time for it. I cup his balls with my small hands and massage them as I take him down my throat. He roars when his cock hits the back of my throat. I like that I’m turning him into this beast who can barely control his lust around me.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

I was whimpering and grinding my soaked panties against nothing, losing my mind with pleasure. Mark’s hand slid down and rubbed my silk-covered pussy. “Fuck, she’s absolutely drenched,” he told Angie. “Her cunt is leaking all over these panties.” Angie stood up beside the bed, right in front of my face, and slowly peeled her black panties down. Her hairy pussy was right there — dark curls glistening with her arousal, plump lips puffy and parting, her swollen clit peeking out. The musky scent of her hit me and I licked my lips involuntarily.

Elena moaned louder into her panties, her saliva mixed with her own juices on the fabric in her mouth. Another person walked by, a male student with headphones. He glanced toward the carrel but kept walking. Elena’s pussy squeezed Roman’s cock again. Roman groaned quietly and thrust deeper, his balls slapped against her clit with every stroke. He leaned over her back and whispered hotly in her ear. “You like this, don’t you? Getting fucked where anyone can see. Such a dirty girl.” Elena nodded desperately. Her heavy breasts rubbed against the desk with every hard thrust, her hard nipples dragged across the wood and as Roman fucked her even harder, the desk shook under them.

“The woman who runs million-dollar auctions, standing here in the dark with her wrists cuffed, dripping like a desperate slut. Your professional pride is falling apart, isn’t it? All because your pussy is aching for a man you barely know.” His words hit harder than the belt. Cassandra’s face burned with shame and arousal. She could feel how soaked her panties were, the lace completely drenched and clinging to her folds. Grayson hooked a finger under the edge of her panties and pulled them aside. His fingers teased her bare, soaked pussy lips. He spread her wetness up and down, circling her swollen clit with feather-light touches. Every stroke made her hips buck forward, chasing more pressure

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

CONTENT / TRIGGER WARNING: This is a very DARK EROTICA story. I had a checkup today. I was already twenty-five minutes late, and I still hadn't finished getting ready, not that I could rush even if I wanted to. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I angled my body just so. That was the only position from which I could actually see my pussy. The hair had grown out far more than I liked, thick and unruly, and my husband refused to do anything about it.

“Ruin this pussy…” Roman folded her legs back and drove deeper, slapping her tits and face whenever he pleased. The wet sound of his cock forcing its way in and out of her was filthy. Aria came first, pussy clamping down and gushing around him while she cried out. He fucked her straight through it, still slapping her body, until he buried himself deep and flooded her with the first load of cum.

My face was a sloppy mess of spit and precum and I could barely breathe between them, gasping and choking, but my pussy clenched hard every time they called me their little cumdump. “I’m close,” Victor grunted. “Paint this whore’s face.” They surrounded me tighter. Four hard cocks pumping and slapping against my upturned 'n ruined face. The first thick rope shot from Victor, landing across my left eye almost blinding me, and my nose. Then Jax exploded, heavy spurts of hot, white slimmy cum splashing my cheeks and open mouth. Marcus and Lucas followed right after, groaning as they unloaded, releasing thick, creamy loads which covered me — “white yogurt” just like they laughed about — dripping