All Chapters of Wet Intentions (A Collection of Tales): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I woke up gasping, my body was slick with sweat and something was dripping between my thighs. The dream had been so vivid, so filthy, that my pussy was still pulsing like it had been split open and fucked raw just seconds ago. In the dream I was on my knees in some dark room, a thick cock slamming into my throat while another one stretched my cunt from behind. I could taste the salt of precum, feel the heavy balls slapping my chin, hear the wet squelch of my own juices every time that second dick drove balls-deep. My nipples had been pinched and twisted until they throbbed, my ass cheeks spread wide so the man behind me could watch my tight little hole wink every time he pulled out. I came in the dream so hard my legs shook, squirting all over the floor while both cocks unloaded down my throat and deep inside my womb. Now I was awake in my own bed, heart hammering, sheets twisted around my ankles. My tank top was soaked, clinging to my breasts, and my tiny sleep sho

I lay there on the sectional, legs still spread, Ryan’s cum slowly leaking out of my swollen pussy in thick, warm rivels that pooled beneath me on the leather. My body felt wrecked in the best way: thighs trembling, nipples sore from his teeth and fingers, lips swollen from sucking his cock. Every breath made my clit throb with aftershocks. Ryan stood over me, chest heaving, cock still half-hard and glistening with our mixed fluids. He looked like he’d just won something primal. He reached down and scooped me up like I weighed nothing. My arms wrapped around his neck instinctively as he carried me across the basement to the big daybed in the corner, the one he sometimes crashed on when he played games too late. He laid me down on the soft comforter, then stepped back just long enough to strip off his shirt. Muscles rippled under tan skin, abs carved deep, that dark trail of hair leading straight to the cock that had just ruined me. I propped myself on my elbows, watching him. “Y

I stayed bent over the edge of the pool for a long minute, Alex’s thick cock still buried deep inside my cum-filled pussy. His hot load leaked out around his shaft, mixing with my juices and dripping into the warm water. My legs trembled, my tits pressed against the cool stone, nipples raw from scraping. Every breath made my cunt clench around him, milking the last drops from his heavy balls. “Fuck, Emma,” he growled, voice low and rough. He gave one last slow thrust, letting his cum go deeper into me. “You really are a filthy little slut. Taking my load like that while my wife is sleeping right upstairs.” I moaned softly, pushing my ass back against him. “I needed it so bad, Alex. Your cock feels so much better than my fingers. Look how sloppy my pussy is now. Your cum is dripping out of me.” He pulled out smoothly and I felt the rush of his seed spilling from my stretched hole, running down my inner thighs in thick white streaks. The sight made me even hornier. I turned arou

I lay there on the leather couch, covered in Alex’s cum—thick white streaks painted across my heaving tits, dripping down my neck, and pooling in the hollow of my throat. Some had landed on my tongue and I swallowed it greedily, the salty taste making my sore pussy clench again. My asshole still leaked his cum, a slow trickle running down to mix with the mess between my thighs. I was a complete wreck with my hair wet and tangled, skin sticky, both holes gaping and throbbing from being fucked hard. And I had never felt more alive. Alex stood over me, his thick cock already twitching back to life, shiny with spit and leftover cum. He stroked it slowly, eyes raking over my ruined body like he owned it. “Look at you,” he said, voice low and filthy. “My wife’s friend, spread out on our couch like a cheap whore. Tits covered with my cum, pussy and ass leaking everywhere. You’re disgusting… and it’s making me hard as fuck again.” I spread my legs wider, showing him the sloppy mess b

“I still want more of your cock?” I said excitedly and his thick cock still buried deep inside my cum-stuffed pussy, twitched with the last spurts of his load. I could feel every heavy pulse as more hot cum flooded my womb, mixing with my own squirt that had soaked the bathroom counter and dripped onto the tile floor in sticky puddles. My legs were wrapped tight around his waist, heels digging into his ass, holding him inside me like I never wanted him to pull out. My tits heaved against his work shirt, nipples rock hard and sensitive from being pinched raw. “Fuck, you really are a nasty little whore,” Jake growled, voice low and rough. He gave one last deep grind, stirring his cum deeper into my sloppy cunt. “I just met you twenty minutes ago and I already pumped you full of my cum. I moaned softly, rolling my hips to feel him move inside me. Thick white cum was already leaking out around the base of his cock, running down my ass crack and pooling on the counter beneath me.