Short Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

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.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

She says winking at me as she slowly lowers herself down onto her knees in front of me. Before I can reply Mrs Sinclar has hold of the base of my cock, licking up and down my length. I let out a huge groan of built-up sexual tension as for the first time I feel someone else touch my bare cock apart from me. After a minute of licking every inch of my cock like a lolly pop she wraps her hand around my hard cock and starts to jerk me really fast. “Stop!” I yell after just seconds of this, “I don’t want to cum yet!”

The fact that she had a pretty face and great body, combined with her inexperience and shyness, got Josephine even hornier. There was something wild, irresistible and purely sexy about that girl. Josephine wanted that soft skin to rub against hers. She couldn't wait to rub her pussy against April's pussy. Oh fuck. The erotic thoughts of her and April in a scissors position, rubbing and pressing their pussies against each other, made the volume her moans and groans increase. She increased the movement of her fingers, brutal thrusting and ramming her fingers into her pussy over and over again, her thumb coming in contact with her sensitive clit with every powerful thrust.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

He rose, cock slick from my juices. "On all fours now!" I obeyed, arching back. He entered slow, savoring. "Love how you take it." We fucked missionary next, legs wrapped tight. Deep kisses, bodies slapping. "You're my dirty secret and my addiction." He came hard, grinding deep. Cum mixed with my wetness, pooling under us.

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

He had his dick out, his hand moving in a frantic blur as he listened to me describe how the inside of my pussy feels while his father was ruining me. “Jesus Christ! Don't stop, baby! Keep talking! Keep moaning!” Preston begged as he sucked on my breasts causing my toes to curl. "Tell him how the bushy hairs tickle your balls every time you slam home," I whispered, my voice a filthy lure. "Oh, Enid!" Preston roared. He lost all control. He withdrew almost completely and then slammed back in with a force that made the heavy desk creak and groan. The legs of the desk scraped across the floor with a loud, metallic screech. I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, h

I let them, I surrender to this wave of desire that overwhelms me, and together, we plunge into a sensual, bewitching dance, where each movement is a promise, each sigh a prayer. Then, sleep takes me again, sweet and soothing, but it's short-lived. The second time, it's a kiss, deep and possessive, that wakes me. I feel their lips on mine, their bodies pressed against me, and an intense heat floods me. They don't give me time to think, to resist. They know what they want, and I want it too. Their hands explore, their mouths devour, and I lose myself in this whirlwind of sensations, of pleasures, of desires. I cry out their names, a plea, a prayer, and they respond with murmurs, promises, wor