Raunchy Erotica Novels & Stories

Anna remained bent over the coffee table, her full tits pressed flat against the wood, ass up and legs spread obscenely. Thick cum from Marcus already oozed from her bright pink pussy, the puffy lips swollen and glistening under the lights. Her inner folds — that vivid, candy-pink center — fluttered visibly, pushing out more creamy white seed that dripped down her thighs in slow, filthy rivulets.

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

The screens showed live feeds of other rooms, and other people. A couple in one room was fucking on a table, the woman bent over while two men took turns. In another, a woman was tied spread-eagle, a man teasing her with a vibrator while she begged. Clara’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs. She was instantly wet. Julian sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap, her back to his chest. His hand slid under her skirt, fingers pushing her soaked panties aside. “Watch them,” he said against her ear.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

"A-AHHH!" A long, powerful squirt shot out from me, arching into the air. "That's it! Look at that!" Jax cheered, his voice loud and triumphant. Both he and Kael laughed, their palms coming down to slap my cheeks in a playful, degrading rhythm. I collapsed back onto Dante’s dick, my body a trembling wreck, but the pace didn't stop. Dante kept thrusting, his groans filling the room. Kael moved to my mouth, stroking himself against my lips, while Jax used both hands to massage my breasts. My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion.

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.

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

It ran down my thighs in long sticky strings. I was already breathing hard. I pulled my fingers out, brought them to my mouth, and sucked them clean. The taste was bitter and salty and unmistakably multiple men. I moaned around my own fingers like a slut. Then I went to the bottom drawer. I took out the thick black dildo — the one that was almost as big as the cocks that had stretched me open tonight — and the powerful wand. I also grabbed the small bottle of lube, even though I was still dripping enough that I probably didn’t need it. I wanted it messy. I wanted it to sound filthy.

Drool gathered at the corners of her mouth, soaking the expensive silk. His free hand slid under her blouse, yanking her bra down roughly to palm her breast. Fingers pinched her nipple—sharp, twisting—until she arched and sobbed around the tie. “You like that, pet?” he growled against her ear. “Like being used on my desk like a needy little slut?” She nodded frantically, pushing back to meet every thrust. He straightened, both hands gripping her hips now, pounding into her with raw, unrestrained force. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the office, obscene and perfect.