Slut Erotica Novels & Stories

She urged. Seraphina lifted and dropped faster. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down the strap-on filled the conference room. Her juices coated the toy and ran down onto Isolde’s thighs. Pleasure built with every bounce. Their kisses grew messier. Seraphina sucked on Isolde’s lower lip. Isolde reached between them and rubbed Seraphina’s clit. Her fingers moved in tight circles. "That’s it. Use me to make yourself cum."

Alex growled—my boyfriend—thrusting up into her, and I just stood there in the doorway, frozen solid, my heart pounding so hard it hurt, betrayal twisting in my gut like a knife, pain shooting through me as I watched them on my own bed, the sheets all tangled and sweaty from what they’d been doing. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, her ass bouncing as she rode him hard, like she was trying to milk every last drop out of him, her tits jiggling with every slam down. I’d never seen Tyla like this, all wild and slutty, her face flushed, mouth open in these loud, needy moans that echoed in my ears. He reached up, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them r

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.

One woman was on top, rolling her hips in perfect figure-eights while the other arched her back and gripped her thighs, their swollen clits rubbing visibly with every slippery movement. Elena’s eyes darkened with lust as she watched them. “Look how beautiful they look, baby. Their clits rubbing together like that… I want to feel you like this. Come here.” She pulled me on top of her, spreading her long legs wide. She guided one of my legs between hers until our soaked pussies met. The moment our slippery folds touched, a jolt of pure pleasure shot through me. Elena moaned softly and started rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, exactly like the women on the screen.

“At the same time. I want to see who deserves me first.” They both dropped back to their knees and then they did. Seraphine leaned forward, one hand cupping her breast, the other sliding between her legs. Her fingers found her clit instantly, circling with practiced desperation. She moaned, head tipping back, her hair falling in waves behind her. Lilia mirrored her movements but hers was even slutier and dirty. She spread her knees wider, two fingers already working her slick folds. The sound of it wet, obscene—filled the air, mingling with their breathy, high-pitched gasps.

“If you aren’t a slut, why were you looking at me like that. I saw you looking from the balcony. You’re either a slut or a fucking voyeur and pervert. Which is it?? What is your name slut?” “It’s…it’s..it’s Mary” was the stuttering reply. Sara cupped my breasts in her hands, “You haven’t told me yet. Are you a slut, or a pervert, or both?” I groaned with pleasure at the erotic touch of the bikini clad girl. “I…i…quit it…please stop…please…” little tears formed in the corners of my eyes. How had I let myself get into this position? “Drop your swim suit slut Mary. I want to see your naked body. Do it now, pet. You know you can’t resist me.” The teen kept staring into my eyes. The colors. The c

He seemed to get the idea and sank his fingers as deep as he could get… spreading her labia, stroking her clit with the other hand. “You nerdy slut,” he whispered, his voice low, intoxicating. “Ride my fingers,” he said. “I won’t,” she said, trembling. “I don’t want this.” But as he tried to pull his fingers away, she shamelessly moved her hips to match him, desperate for friction… craving every inch. His hands moved faster now, when he added a third finger she was so wet that it felt right, fingers perfectly angled, teasing her G-spot. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, breathless. “Like a fountain.”

The slaps he distributed on her back and ass, strong, snapped and made her moan even louder. “ Tell me who my whore is!” “ It's me... hummm.” “ Who's my slut? ” “ Hmmm, it's me…” The slaps wouldn't stop and his cock stiffened again from seeing her like this, moaning and hot. Lara came in an explosion, but Cleiton wasn't ready yet and would take a little longer, so he kept pumping, with the girl softened and leaning against the wall.

“Tell the entire building how desperate you are for me. Let them all hear what a needy little slut you become when I touch you.” Tears of frustration and overwhelming need slipped down my flushed cheeks and my body shook, every nerve screaming for release. My voice cracked as I finally screamed the words he wanted, loud enough that they bounced off the walls and likely carried beyond the bedroom door. “I’m your desperate slut! I need to come so badly it hurts! My pussy is dripping everywhere and I can feel it running down my thighs. I’m shaking. I’m crying. Please let me come on your fingers. I’ll scream even louder if you want. Just please don’t stop, please, Damien!”

I wasn't one for dirty talks or degradation but something about the way he said it breathlessly in that raspy voice of his, made me clench even more around him. “Slap me…” I bucked back harder against him, the sound of skin meeting filling the space as water dripped into my mouth, the scene nothing short of erotic. He hit harder, angling his hips as his dick brushed a sensitive spot in me that made me lose my mind for a second. “Yeah?” He sounded breathless. “My slut likes it rough?” He didn't wait for an answer, he delivered a sharp sting to my ass, grunting as he did so.