Novel & Cerita Xxx Erotic Story

The following story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality.

I whispered, a little scared. “Trust me.” He set me down on some surface I couldn’t see. His mouth found mine in the dark, kissing me deep while his hand went back between my legs. He fingered me faster now, no one around to hear. “Come on my hand. Squirt for me like you did last night.” I gasped as the pressure built. “I’m close. Don’t stop.” He didn’t. His fingers worked me perfectly until I came hard, squirting all over his hand and the surface below me. “Oh god, Marcus…”

“Tell the people watching what you want.” She was panting, her vision blurring. The words came out, husky and broken. “I… I want it. I want all of it. Fuck me. Use me.” The chat exploded with new messages. The finger in her ass withdrew, replaced by the blunt, terrifying head of a new cock. Marcus roared, driving into her pussy with a final, deep thrust. Jax shoved his cock back into her mouth, down to the base.

He even left the door wide open, like he wanted me to see. Wait. Is this a trap? I took a step backward, my face set into a stern expression as I tried to hide the fact that I needed something to fill me up. My pussy was throbbing uncontrollably and it was getting painful. Xavier walked up to me, took my fingers that still glistened from the wetness of my pussy and sucked them into his mouth with a loud pop. My thighs clenched. Those pink lips sucked on my fingers with an intensity that made my legs weak. He bit it gently, and then licked like it was his favorite lollipop, making the pain to highlight the pleasure.

"That's it kitten! Feel me inside you. You're so fucking tight.” Dylan grunted as he made repeated thrusts, their lewd sounds echoing through the room, punctuated by the clapping of skin against skin. He slid his fingers under her arms and held her tightly. Then, she felt his breath fanning her ears. "F**k!" He grunted, pulling his d**k out. He breathed and gasped, and she felt the remaining c*m from his d**k dripping on her pussy lips. Dylan used his hand to hold his cock, and then he tapped her Virgina entrance with the tip of his cock. Her p**y responded by twitching and oozing out his cum, slowly sliding down her asshole..

I feel like I’m on the edge of a cliff, teetering on the brink of oblivion, and he’s holding me back, taunting me with my own desire. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he stops the vibrator. I cry out in frustration, my body aching for release. But he doesn’t give it to me. Instead, he replaces the vibrator with a dildo, thrusting it deep inside me, mimicking the motion of his cock. He watches me carefully as he does this, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

I move my fingers on her nipple and then pull my hand back. “Give me permission my king. Give me permission to ease your worries and make this night pleasurable for you”. She says in her seductive voice. I feel aroused. I gesture for her to continue. She comes towards me and starts roaming her hands on my chest. I lean back and close my eyes. She softly roams her hands on my naked chest and unties my gown. She is kissing my chest. I want to fuck her and release my stress. I am getting irritated by her slow behavior.

A guttural roar tears from their throat as they empty their balls, painting Stefanie's insides with their hot seed. *"YES! Oh fuck, YES!" *Y/N chants, their hips jerking erratically as they ride out the intense orgasm.* "So fucking good, Stefanie! You took it so well!" *As the aftershocks subside, Y/N collapses on top of Stefanie, both of them panting heavily in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. Despite the sweat-slicked skin and tangled limbs, there's an undeniable sense of satisfaction and connection between them – something that goes beyond just a thrilling, illicit fuck.**

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

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