Novel & Cerita Womens Erotica Short Stories

said Eva as she dropped her head back and justted her chest forward. Both men felt their cocks grow in their pants. The women looked so erotic that they seemed right out of a high budget lesdon porn movie. Eva with her well toned and feminine body sucking on Aura’s majestic chest was the single most arousing thing they had both seen. The women looked magnificent. The physical perfection of their bodies, their attire and the roles they had taken and the absolute shamelessness of the moment, all worked together to create an environment in which their eager cocks grew.

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I lost count of how many times I came. They flipped me onto all fours. Victoria pulled the plug out only to replace it with her strap-on, sliding into my ass in one slow, slick thrust while Elena lay beneath me, licking my clit and fucking herself with the double-ended dildo. The sounds were obscene… wet squelching, skin slapping, three women moaning and begging in one filthy rhythm. Finally, when we were trembling and covered in sweat and lube, Victoria pulled out slowly, the strap-on glistening. She kissed me softly, then Elena, and whispered against our lips…

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived. They emerged from the shadows, a group of women exuding confidence and desire. The leader, a tall brunette with piercing green eyes, moved with a commanding grace, her leather corset accentuating her full breasts. Beside her, a petite blonde with a mischievous smile adjusted her lace lingerie, her gaze locking onto mine. A curvy redhead with a sultry laugh joined, her hands already roaming her own body, while a fourth, a muscular woman with short black hair, watched with a hungry intensity. Toge

she whispered. That one word... it undid something in me. I let my fingers explore more, pulsing in and out of her wet pussy— all while watching her face. Her lashes fluttered, her breath caught, and she squirmed just slightly in her seat. "Keep your legs open for me," I murmured and she parted it wider, hand gripping the door handle. "That's it." She whimpered again — that quiet, breathy sound that was making me go crazy. My cock hardened inside my pants and the need to fuck her hole in car grew but I knew I had to hold myself back. Layla might be back any moment.

I whispered, voice cracking. “Life isn’t fair…” she countered, lips curving into a wicked smile. “And sometimes the best lessons are learned through… exploration. Deep… wet… exploration.” Her hand slid higher, palm stroking my forearm, then boldly cupping my elbow to pull me closer. I let my own fingers trace hers, then up her arm, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin sleeve. The thrill was insane… two women in a forbidden room, fully clothed but already fucking with our eyes.

Simply to get a better feel for the game, naturally. And she’d already taken a double shot so there would be no breach of the rules. And so here she stayed, observing the remaining women walk out, bend down and place a soft cock into their mouth – which would magically come out a hardened shaft, throbbing and dripping. How she longed to have one of those in her. Something other than the familiar twig of her boyfriend. But to have a sturdy dick from a hot-bodied man... Oh it did excite her. As did watching all these women see their juices tasted by another man after having just sucked his erotic device.

My hips bucked against my fingers. I was so close, right on the edge, my walls clenching, then the door suddenly barged open. I gasped and yanked my hand out of my skirt, my heart slamming against my ribs. My face burned as I slammed the erotic novel shut and quickly smoothed down my tight pencil skirt, crossing my legs tightly. My pussy was still throbbing, aching for release, but the moment was shattered. A young woman stood in the doorway, beautiful, around my age, with smooth dark skin, full lips, and curves that filled out the simple maid uniform in a way that made it look sinful. She froze, eyes wide.