Short Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

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

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

“Just breathe, little one.” He stayed still, whispering soft words against my skin, kissing away the tears that slipped free. Only when the sharpest edge of the pain faded did I whisper that he could move. He did. He started slow — long, careful strokes that let me feel every inch as he sank deeper. Each time he almost pulled out, then filled me again, the stretch turned into something hotter. He found a spot inside me that made my toes curl and my breath catch. “You take me so well,” he groaned. “Such a perfect little mate… made to be filled by me.”

A grin flashed across Erick's face. He gently guided me backwards until I fell across the bed. As I shuffled into place, he crawled up between my legs, his cock rock hard and the condom shining around it. Erick carefully lined up his cock with my entrance, flashed me a grin, and then slammed his entire length into me. A groan escaped me lips. Automatically, I wrapped my legs around him, trying to push him even deeper inside me. The heat that had been burning in my crotch all night began to grow and spread until it felt as if my entire body was burning.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

I pulled out of her and my cock was dripping with her juice but it was still very hard and standing tall, ready for another round. “Switch places” I commanded. Camila got down from the desk, her legs were still weak from the previous orgasm while Vivian was also trembling from her own orgasm. Seeing the two confident and beautiful secretaries, now shaking and trembling because of me, made my cock twitch impatiently. I wanted to know how far they could go before begging me to stop. “On your knees” I said to Camila and she obeyed. I position myself perfectly, so she can easily take my cock in her mouth.

He squeezed her round ass and teased her their tight holes with his fingers. The sensation was pure heaven. The warm oil made every slide smooth and erotic. Sara's pussy left wet trails along his cock as she rubbed against him. She slid her pussy lips up and down the full length of his enormous cock, teasing the swollen head against the entrance but not letting him enter yet. Vincent’s breathing became heavy. His cock twitched and leaked precum. The teasing drove him insane. “We’re your little sluts now, Daddy. Use us however you want," Sara whispered.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

The woman's holes gaped when he pulled back slightly, clenching visibly before he plunged in again, forcing another gush that soaked the furniture. Lara's gaze flickered over just in time to catch another scene unfolding a few feet away, two guys locked in a heated 69 on the floor, their muscular bodies tangled and slick with sweat. One was on top, his mouth engulfing the bottom guy's cock in deep, throat-bulging sucks, bobbing with enthusiastic slurps while his own shaft disappeared into the bottom guy's eager mouth. They deep-throated each other without mercy, gagging noises mixing with hums of pleasure, and balls resting on chins as they took every inch, but the real kicker was the girl s

Her pussy clenched around me with every squeeze of my hand on her throat, every flick of my fingers on her clit. I fucked her like that—wall sex, choking, clit torture—until her legs gave out a second time. She slid down. I let her. Let her drop to her knees, then her stomach, ass still up. I straddled her thighs, spread her cheeks, and drove back in from behind. Deeper angle. Harsher. I grabbed her hair, yanked her head back so her spine arched, and fucked her into the floor—cold tiles against her breasts, her cheek pressed to the ground, tears pooling beneath her face.