Sweet sins-A collection of Erotic Short Stories

Solo Pleasure

Oh fuck, I couldn’t wait another second. The second I clicked the lock on my bedroom door, my pussy was already throbbing, aching for something hard inside it. I yanked my tank top over my head, my tits spilling free, nipples stiff and begging. Shorts and panties hit the floor in one messy kick. I was dripping wet already, slick running down my thighs before I even touched myself.

I grabbed that small rubber cock from under the pillow. It wasn’t huge, but tonight it was going to do the job. “Come on, you little fucker,” I muttered, spreading my legs wide on the bed like a slut in heat. I didn’t tease. I sucked two fingers into my mouth, getting them sloppy, then rubbed them rough over my swollen clit. “Ahh shit… yes.”

The first touch made me jerk. I pressed the rubber tip against my soaked entrance and shoved it in hard. “Fuuuuck!” It stretched me just right. I started pumping it fast, deep strokes that made wet, filthy sounds echo in the room. My hips bucked up to meet every thrust. “Harder… fuck me harder,” I growled to myself, slamming it in faster.

I flipped onto my knees, ass high, face buried in the pillow. One hand reached back and drove that rubber dick into my cunt like I was getting railed. “Yes! Right there, you bastard… fill me up!” The pressure built quick and dirty. My clit was on fire. I rubbed it in tight, frantic circles while I fucked myself senseless. “I’m gonna cum… oh god I’m cumming!”

My pussy clamped down hard around the toy, juices squirting a little as the orgasm ripped through me. I moaned loud and nasty into the pillow, thighs shaking. But it wasn’t enough. My body was still hungry, pulsing, desperate for more.

I pulled the toy out slow, watching it glisten with my cream, and tossed it aside. My chest heaved. I stared at the closet, biting my lip. That big mannequin cock was waiting. And I needed it now.

I was still panting, pussy twitching from the first orgasm, when I dragged the heavy box out of the closet. My hands shook with excitement as I set up the mannequin against the headboard. That cock… holy shit. Long, thick, veined, with a fat head that made my mouth water. “Look at you,” I whispered, running my fingers along the realistic shaft. “You’re gonna wreck me tonight.”

I climbed on top, straddling those silicone hips, my dripping cunt hovering right over that monster. No slow descent. I gripped the base, lined it up, and sank down hard. “Fuuuuck yes!” The stretch burned so good. Inch after thick inch forced my walls open until I bottomed out, ass pressed tight against it. “So fucking big… you’re splitting me open!”

I started riding like a woman possessed—bouncing hard, fast, tits slapping together. “Take this pussy! Fuck it!” Every drop made that long cock slam against the deepest spots inside me. Wet, nasty slaps filled the room. I braced my hands on the mannequin’s chest and ground down, rolling my hips so the fat head rubbed my g-spot perfectly. “Right there… oh shit, right fucking there!”

Sweat poured down my back. My clit was swollen and throbbing. I reached down and rubbed it rough, slapping it lightly between strokes. “I’m such a dirty girl… riding this big fake cock like a whore.” The pleasure built heavier, tighter. I leaned forward, changing the angle, and fucked it even harder. “Yes! Make me cum again!”

The second orgasm exploded through me. My pussy spasmed wildly around that thick shaft, squeezing and gushing. “I’m cumming! Fuck, I’m cumming so hard!” I kept bouncing through it, chasing every last wave, moaning and cursing the whole time.

But I wasn’t stopping. I spun around into reverse cowgirl, planted my feet, and slammed down even harder. My ass bounced obscenely. “Deeper! Fill me up, you big-dicked bastard!” I rubbed my clit furiously, another orgasm already building right on the heels of the last one. My legs shook violently as I came again, screaming into the empty room, juices soaking the mannequin’s base.

I was addicted. My body craved more, needed to be used completely.

I was a sweaty, dripping mess, but the fire in my belly wouldn’t die. I pulled the mannequin down flat on the bed and climbed on top again, this time lying back against its chest. I hooked my legs wide open and slammed that long cock back inside my soaked cunt in one brutal thrust. “Yes! Fuck my pussy raw!”

I rode it like an animal—hips snapping down hard and fast, taking every inch. “So deep… you’re so fucking deep!” The wet squelching sounds were obscene. I pinched and twisted my nipples hard, sending sharp jolts straight to my clit. “I love this big cock stretching me… I’m such a cock-hungry slut!”

Flipping onto all fours, I backed my ass onto it like I was getting pounded from behind. I reached back, spread my cheeks wide, and fucked myself senseless. “Harder! Give it to me harder!” Every thrust hit that perfect spot. My moans turned into desperate cries. “I’m gonna cum again… don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop!”

The orgasm crashed over me like a freight train—powerful, shaking, making my whole body lock up as my pussy gushed around the thick silicone. “Fuuuuck! I’m cumming! Yes! Yes!” Waves rolled through me, one after another. I kept grinding back, milking every last pulse, whimpering and moaning like a woman broken by pleasure.

Just as the strongest wave hit and my eyes rolled back, I heard the door creak open behind me.

I froze mid-moan, impaled deep on that massive cock, ass still twitching in the air. My little brother—home early, eyes wide with shock—stood there staring at the filthy scene. My soaked pussy stretched obscenely around the mannequin dick, juices dripping down my thighs, tits heaving.

For a second, neither of us moved. My body betrayed me, still fluttering and cumming lightly around the toy. A soft, helpless whimper escaped my lips.

The air felt Dangerous and charged and I felt good.