Steamy Short Story Novels & Stories

I flinch, my eyes darting to the door, but he doesn’t let me look away for long. His hand returns, his touch deliberate and punishing. His fingers slide through my wetness, circling, pressing, but never giving me what my body is now desperately clenching for. He’s teasing me, drawing out the tension until I’m trembling with it. His thumb presses down on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and white-hot pleasure arcs through me. My hips jerk off the bed, a silent, desperate plea. I bite my lip so hard I’m sure it’s bleeding, the metallic taste sharp on my tongue.

WARNING: Erotica, Taboo (Step-sibling), Power Dynamics, Choking, Spanking, Anal Sex, Double Penetration (using fingers/toys), Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies. The air in the master bedroom felt different. It was heavier, scented with my father's expensive cologne and my stepmother's floral perfume. It felt like a temple to their marriage, which made the fact that I was dragging Jade toward the center of the California King mattress feel like a holy war. We had already spent the last two hours in the shower, but I wasn't done. I was never done with her.

Stronger than the heat from the steam. Wolf heat. It hit me, seeping through my nostrils, going inside my head. Hell fucking no. My pussy was leaking again, dripping slick. I gasped and spread my legs. I didn't bother to look down. Didn't want to see how soaked and filthy I was. I threw my head behind me as I shove my finger in my pussy again. I screamed, moaning, mouth and nose inhaling the steam floating in the air. I pushed my finger deeper, stroking my pussy non-stop.

Elena stood in the middle of their luxurious living room, still wearing nothing but her ruined lace panties, her body a map of another man’s desire. The morning light streamed through the tall windows, illuminating every dark hickey, every bite mark, every faint bruise left by Damien Vale’s powerful hands. She felt raw, sore, and strangely empowered.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

EMMA The walk up the stairs felt like a fever dream. My legs were still shaky from the two massive orgasms Sarah had ripped out of me downstairs, and my inner thighs were slick with a mixture of my own juices and her saliva. Jake’s cum had dried in streaks on my skin, but my pussy was already throbbing again, aching to be filled. Sarah led us by the hand—her full, naked body glowing under the hallway light, heavy tits bouncing with every step, ass jiggling enticingly. Jake followed close behind, his thick cock still rock-hard and bouncing, glistening from fucking Sarah’s cunt.

I stared up at the ceiling once again, blinded by the lights that had been so blacked out by these men all night, and once again it became dark almost like an eclipse as each man moved towards me with their pulsating cock in their hand. I watched as each man furiously pumped and stroked their cocks; we were both eager for the inevitable spray of cum that was about to rain down upon me. Finally, as if in complete sync, they all shot their hot, sticky, white sperm all over my naked body. I opened my mouth as the endless stream of cum shot onto my body.

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

My tongue dragged through her wet folds in one long, slow lick, savoring her taste. Isabella cried out, hips bucking up. I licked her again and again, broad strokes from entrance to clit, then circled the swollen little nub before sucking it gently into my mouth. Two thick fingers pushed inside her tight, velvety heat, curling to stroke that spongy spot I knew drove her wild.

Her eyes drowning in mine, as our breaths pulsed fast in the same rhythm. “How do you want it? Easygoing or stamina weakening?” I teased her and she bit her lower lip, making my dick jerk in excitement. “Fuck me like this was your last time before going celibate” she replied with a smirk and we both laughed, our lips crashing again. Without breaking the kiss, I reach down for my cock and rub the tip on the surface of her vagina. She was so slippery, I slide my huge length into her and it glides in easily. She gasps into my mouth and I felt her thighs clench.