Stuck Erotica Novels & Stories

The cock in her pussy thrusting in, the cock in her mouth pushing deep, a brutal, perfect symmetry of violation. Her asshole was a tight, untouched ring of panic. But a hand—she didn’t know whose—was there, slicking it with something cold and greasy. A fingertip pressed, then circled. “This one’s next,” a voice rasped behind her. “They’re voting for it in the chat. Anal for the stream slut.” The terror flared again, bright and sharp. But Sam’s voice cut through it. “Let them have it, Clarissa. You’re already theirs. Just feel it.”

Esther was amazed to feel her throat shrinking as it left her, like elastic snapping back but in slow motion, she gasped a few times, yelped “Fuck as Curt found her clit again, and swallowed tentatively a few times. The door to the room was rattling. It had been locked when they came in and clearly whoever was trying to open it now had a large bunch of very similar keys as he was making very little progress and plenty of noise. She heard Theo’s voice swearing, muffled by the door. Something about his physical presence while she was like this thrilled her. She reached down and grabbed Curt’s hair guiding him to the right spot and thrusting her hips, grinding her clit into his tongue. ‘Fingers

“And do not cum without permission.” She clipped the nose hooks in for a quick morning worship session. I dropped to my knees and licked her shaved cunt with desperate hunger while the plug vibrated inside me. Ciara pulled my septum ring upward and rode my face until she came twice, leaving me dripping and trembling on the edge. The real torture started during the 10 a.m. partners’ meeting.

“That’s going to stay in my phone forever. Whenever I’m away, I’ll play it. I’ll jerk my cock to the sound of your pretty cries. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She moaned, pushing forward against his hand. “Dirty little girl.” He pinched her clit, loving the sound that escaped her mouth after. “On your hands and knees, Printsessa. You sound like you’re aching for more.” Charlotte immediately got on her hands and knees, imitating her current position on the screen. Maksim knelt behind her on the floor, lined up his cock with her entrance, and pushed into her in a slow torturous movement. Charlotte wiggled her ass back, wanting more.

"Take it all, baby." He stiffened, his back arching off the seat as he came. I didn't pull away. I took every hot, thick jet of his seed, swallowing it down like the finest champagne. When I finally pulled back, a thin string of silver connected us. He looked down at me with a look of pure, unadorned lust. I didn't give him time to breathe. I stood up, hiked up my sheer dress, and straddled him. I shifted the red mesh to the side, keeping the vibrator pinned against my clit while exposing my wet, aching hole.

I was about to question the lusty mom about the impossible physics of the situation, to save her certain abuse, and pain when she hissed, "Stick your cock up my ass and fuck me! Now!" Oooh, yeas ma'am! I love a determined woman who wasn't afraid to take what they wanted. Her fingers clawed at her cheeks, pulling herself apart, her knuckles burning white on the tight, tanned flesh, and I concluded that perhaps all things were sexually possible in our over-aroused state. I hoped so, anyway. I gamely clutched my cock and shoved its angry, purple hood up against her starfish. I pushed hard, and, to my astonishment, my grossly swollen knob punched into her bung without too much difficulty.

Through her heavy breaths she tried to coax herself, not believing he had done something so barbaric on her intimates. She tried to control her shudder, calming the tremors under his soothing caress, only that it lasted for a moment before landing another unexpected rough slap on her quivering pussy. Her head threw back in yet another scream, losing touch over the reality as the throbbing of her pussy became the only truth. She so desperately tried to close her shaking limbs that were on verge of giving up. He yet again smoothly rubbed her flesh, enjoying every second of her turmoil. He couldn't help but bent down to the level of her pussy to admire the view. Her head quickly snapped to wher

A moan escapes her lips, and she quickly bites on it to stop herself from moaning any further. "It's... Someone might badge in and see us" she tries to be reasonable and professional. "No one will, it's my office remember!" He whispers, parting her legs open to have more access to her treasure. "Mm... What if they... Ahh," she cries out when he inserted a second finger into her pussy. "Stop talking and just feel it, I know you've missed me" he bites her lips, and she cries out in response. His left hand massage her breast while his other hand worked on her clit.

The assigned text, Bataille’s Erotism, was a descent into philosophical darkness. It spoke of the sacred and the profane, of violence as a gateway to ecstasy, of transgression as a necessary rupture of the mundane world. Elara read it in her small apartment, her body still sore and marked from the last session, the words resonating in her bones. She understood, now, that her thesis was not merely an academic exercise. It was a lived experience, a mapping of her own violation and transcendence.