Womens Erotica Short Stories Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 MARCUS’S POV She looked like a sin wrapped in a cardigan. Elena Voss, my quiet, brilliant, and painfully tempting student. She sat there with her skirt shoved up her hips, her thighs spread and her pretty pink pussy glistening from how hard she had been fucking herself. The scent of her arousal hit me like a drug as my cock throbbed painfully against my zipper. It had been that way since I caught her on one of those nights as she fucked herself with the silver toy and she moaned my name.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.

Each stroke longer than the last but taking care not to go too far and pop out. It was heaven! Utterly erotic, utterly naughty and, at the same time, the most intimate of acts and with the lady that I loved. I got into a rhythm, coming out four or five inches and sliding back in until my pelvis slapped into her buttocks. I didn't need to go very fast; the sensations were already exquisite and I wanted this to last a bit longer.

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I don’t think Carrie realized she heard, and with my head between them, she may not have seen the grin. Just knowing that it would make her squirm, I moved my hand up and cupped Carrie’s bust while looking over her shoulder to see what they were reading. It turned out to be some pen and ink drawings of women in erotic poses. Some were nature scenes, others were of two or three people in various states of undress and in the midst of various sex acts. The one on the right page was a woman licking up the base of an erect cock of some unseen man. The woman in the picture was looking up at her man with a gaze of pure lust.

I leaned down and gave her pussy and asshole a quick lick, making sure everything was good and wet, it was and I put my throbbing cock head between her pussy lips, she lifted her full ass towards me and I grabbed her firm ass cheeks and pulled her tiny body onto my cock, her pussy was surprisingly tight for a woman who had delivered three kids through that sweet pussy in just over 5 years and as I pushed in she took my whole cock with a lilting, ‘ohhh. She expertly squeezed my member with her pussy as I started to thrust in her harder, building up speed, she tipped her ass up, dug her nails into my ass, and came the first time from my cock in her hole with a gasp. I stopped, lifting her up t

But he didn’t budge, didn’t move an inch Instead of pushing harder, my legs widened on their own, opening more, giving room for me to rock against him as he kept worshipping my breasts… tongue lapping circles around one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. I rocked harder, grinding my pussy along the thick ridge of his cock through his shorts… I only just realized he was putting on a short. A rush of warmth shot through my entire body. My legs clamped around his hips instinctively, heels digging into the back of his thighs. I imagined his length inside me, stretching me, filling me deep. I rocked relentlessly, chasing that friction and moaning softly

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“We call it the Luna brothel for a reason.We are all on the same hierarchy and that is probably why we understand our bodies so well, so just relax…we got you.” As she finished her sentence she locked the door tightly and pulled me in very closely, kissing me again. Her version of kissing was hotter and wetter because she used her full tongue to caress my mouth, licking my mouth and tightening the grip on my lips. “Hmm.” I moaned into her mouth, trying to control myself but I felt two other ladies come from behind me and started pulling down my outfit. I was putting on a long top and a skirt that was almost the same length as the top.