Truth Or Dare Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

Another couple pressed together, her leg wrapped around him as his mouth worked her neck, hand sliding up her thigh. Heat crawled up my neck. "Truth or dare time!" Amy announced at our table, eyes glassy. "No." "Come on, Ki. We got you out of your father's cage. You owe us one round." "Fine. One round." "Truth or dare?" "Truth." "Have you ever had an orgasm?" My face burned. "Amy!" "Answer." I couldn't lie. "No." "Not even by yourself?" Lisa's eyes went wide. "Can we move on?"

Truth or dare started innocently enough silly questions, funny dares but the energy shifted as the night deepened and the alcohol flowed. When it was my turn, someone dared me to kiss the person I found most attractive in the circle. My eyes went straight to Gray. The group whooped as I stood up and walked over to him. He looked surprised, but didn’t pull away when I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. It was supposed to be quick. A dare. But the second our mouths met, the kiss deepened just a little enough for me to taste him again, enough for his hand to come up to my waist for half a second. The group cheered. I pulled back, flushed and breathing hard.

Yet, deep within his eyes, there was a flicker of annoyance at the fact that I'd ruined his fun, along with smug delight. I slowly lifted my head and released Cindy Hurst, the intern I'd just kissed. Like a startled deer, she stumbled back a step, covering her mouth. Her cheeks were so red that they looked like apples. Without looking at her, I slowly wiped the corners of my lips with my thumb before turning to Whitney. In an eerily calm voice, I asked, "Aren't we playing Truth or Dare, Ms. Stuart? I chose dare, so I picked someone to carry out the dare with. What's wrong with that?"

A crazy game of truth and dare (8) “You…” Emma managed to pant out, breathless. “You’re the better fuck… mmm… your cock is so fucking big… ohhh… mmm…” Rob’s hands tightened on her hips, his pace quickening. Her breasts bounced against his chest with each thrust, her nipples brushing his skin. He groaned, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke. “I want you to say my name when you cum,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Tell me you love me.”

“Well, damn. I didn’t know it was that long.” “Still sexy?” I whispered. “Even more so,” he growled. “Your turn.” I looked right back at him. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” “Boring,” Ryan laughed. “Whatever, dare.” Crap, I didn’t have a dare, only more truths I wanted to hear. Or at least, that I thought I wanted to hear. “Fine, I dare you to tell me how it works.” “How what works?” I blushed. “You two, and, you know…”

Ian whispers. My brown eyes meet up with Eric's and I immediately ignore Ian's response. If I choose truth, I would be vulnerable to Eric and he would ask me anything he would want—he'd take it as an opportunity to learn more about me, for me to admit. "Dare," I breathe out. I swear, nobody's laughing now. We're all quiet. "Dare?" Eric raises an eyebrow, licking his lower lip nervously. "You heard me. Dare," "I dare you to kiss me."

Someone brought out cards, drinks, and soon, a round of truth or dare. It started innocently enough. Laughter. Teasing. Dares to dance or confess crushes. But things escalated quickly in the smaller circle inside the guest house. Mira’s shirt came off during a dare. She laughed, flirty but tipsy. Dax didn’t say much but his eyes lingered. Then it was his turn. “Dare,” he said without hesitation. Mira bit her lip. “I dare you to kiss me.” The room went quiet. Dax stood slowly and crossed the floor. His palm curled around the back of her neck. His lips brushed hers hot, commanding, and slow like molasses dripping in heat.

This one barely registered. He rolled off, breathing hard, and pulled me against his chest. “Love you,” he whispered. “Love you too.” I stared at the ceiling while he fell asleep. My pussy was still leaking a mix of both of them. I slid my hand down and touched myself slowly, remembering the exact shape of Mr. Grant’s cock. How it had forced me open. How he had held me down and told me that cunt was his now. I came quietly with my fingers, biting my lip so Derick wouldn’t wake up. It wasn’t enough. I already knew tomorrow I would stay late again. I needed the real thing.

Kate said sharply, taking a swig of her bear. "Of course I will," Jerry replied, whipping out a pack of cards from his pockets. "Truth or Fuck, is truth or dare, but the naughty kind. There are penalty cards if you lie or refuse to perform a dare." "Oh that's a relief," Tally muttered. Layla laughed. "I doubt you'd think that when we start playing. The cards are full of kinky shit." "They're not so bad, though," Lincoln chipped in, trying to breathe even. He was getting incredibly turned on, with his head so close to Layla's inner thighs, and her full heaving tits rising and falling just above him.

The truth and dare went on like that for a while and many questions were asked from each and everyone of them until they all realized that what everyone had been choosing was Truth and there was no one who had chosed Dare yet. " We need to start choosing dare now. No one should choose Truth again." The rule was made and everyone agreed. " Dare!" " I dare you to drink the whole cup in front of you!" " I dare you to tell us the colour of your pants!" " I dare you to show us your cleavages!" " I dare you to call your wife and tell her you no longer love her!" " I dare you to hug a fellow man of your type here!" Many meaningless, senseless things were done during the dare but it was fun to them.