Womens Free Erotica Novels & Stories

As soon as I entered the club, I was taken aback by the displays I saw around. Naked Girls in just red, shiny panties were parading around in heels, while some were whining on the polls or grinding themselves down on the men that gathered, as a Christmas song played in the background. No one gave a fuck about their nudity, and I noticed that in the center, a girl was on her knees, giving a blow job to a guy dressed in red clothes, a Christmas cap on his head. He was thrusting aggressively into her mouth and I caught a sight of his hardened dick and gulped down the saliva that gathered in my mouth, knowing that I wanted my mouth to be fucked too.

“Think harder.” While my mind scrambled, she moved with practiced speed. Soft cuffs closed around my wrists and locked them above my head, wide bands wrapped each thigh and hauled them open until the joints ached, and a broader strap crossed my lower belly and pinned my hips flat. When she stepped back, I was fully open, ass exposed, cock jutting helplessly, every part of me available to be throughly fucked. She walked to the cabinet. The wet sound of lube being worked between fingers filled the quiet room. A soft click of a remote followed, then the low test buzz of a motor.

The pain and pleasure mixed until I could not tell them apart. “Again,” Marcus demanded. Lila grabbed the powerful wand vibrator. She pressed it mercilessly against my clit while Marcus pounded my cunt and Lila worked the dildo deep in my ass. The triple stimulation felt overwhelming. My body could not handle it. . I sobbed and shook. My holes clenched and fluttered around both intrusions. I tried to beg for mercy but only broken whimpers came out of my mouth. Tears ran down my cheeks. Marcus pulled out suddenly. His cock shone with my cream. Lila immediately took him into her mouth. She deepthroated him clean. Then she guided him back to my gaping, dripping pussy.

"Because all women are beautiful in their own way and unique. Not to mention variety is enjoyable. The women see each other every day but can still have their head turned by another beautiful woman. Seeing a different one is arousing. One can imagine themselves making love to that woman." "Do you imagine having sex with other naked women?" Anthony asked us, the women of the group. "I always imagine myself with women," Rhonda said. "I never imagine myself with men, and yes, I love to look at different women, although women generally, are not as visually oriented as men. We enjoy porn less and erotic literature more, allowing our imaginations do the heavy lifting."

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

I circled my swollen clit, gasping as the slick coated my fingers. “Fuck, girls…” Ari grinned, hopping onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide. Her skirt bunched up, exposing her dripping folds. “Come here, Yara. Let’s scissor; get that pussy rubbing mine.” I climbed up, our legs intertwining, wet cunts pressed together in hot, slippery friction. We ground hard, clits bumping as our juices mixed into obscene squelches. “Oh shit, yes,” I moaned, rolling my hips as waves of pleasure built.

I had maybe three minutes before the next chart—Sarah Reed—was brought in, and I still hadn’t calmed down. I flipped open her file anyway. She was thirty-two, had been married for two years and the chief complaint written in shaky nurse handwriting: decreased libido, anorgasmia with partner, gets physically wet but “feels nothing.” Jesus Christ. I read it twice. My mouth went dry. A woman who's pussy gets wet just fine but can’t feel it? That was definitely not a hormone problem. That was a woman who’s never been touched right in her entire fucking life. The knock came soft.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

Her tail gives my still-throbbing clit one last teasing flick, making me jolt. “Now tell me what you want,” she goes on, teasing my overstimulated clit. “Do you want me to fuck you properly in the bathroom next, or do you want me to bend you over this desk and fill this dripping cunt while the next class starts filing in?” “That’s too risky!” My eyes widen, my voice hoarse, and I see the glint in Lira’s eyes, an indication that she’d suggested the second option mainly because of the risk. “I know.” She admits. “That’s where the fun is.” She adds with a mischievous smile, but I shake my head. I’m not going to be the freak that’s getting fucked by an invisible entity while everyone else watche

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid