Adultbaby Stories Novels & Stories

Three Years Ago "Look at you, just a cheap little slut taunting me with your body, huh? A body like yours is meant to be fucked, and I'm gonna do you that favor." No. The Elena who stood before her boss three years ago after losing her baby, was a shattered woman. She had thought that working as a nanny would bring her some sort of closure, but it had only drawn the wrong attention, The attention of her boss, who was a political aspirant at the time.

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

“I know that too.” “It’s not something you can ignore.” Her patience snapped slightly. “Kael.” Her voice was sharper now. More dangerous. “Stop telling me things I already know.” A beat passed. Then another. And finally… He spoke. “There are stories,” he said. Arin stilled. “What kind of stories?” “Old ones,” he replied. “Older than the kingdoms that exist now. Older than the wars we fight.” Her pulse quickened. “That doesn’t explain anything.”

Men had a real thing for always checking my legs out. "Good morning. I'm Gracie." "We've gone through your application. Tell us your background and why you want this position." The one on the right spoke in that deep, raspy voice. Gosh...his voice was just as sexy as he looked, almost breathless in a way that made it seem like he was in a middle of a intense, hot sex. I could've listened to him all day without getting tired of it. "I studied business administration at Cambridge University in New York. After graduation, I came back to America and worked for a bar as their manager. I learned how to handle stress. I don't apply for things I can't handle..."

Spit flew everywhere, and my eyes watered and tears ran down my cheeks, mixing with the drool. The monster guy couldn’t wait anymore. He moved behind the long one and pushed his massive cock against my asshole. I felt the huge head press there, slick with my juices. He pushed in slowly but steadily. The stretch burned so good. My ass opened around him, taking that monster inch by inch until he was buried to the balls. Triple stuffed. Cock in my mouth, cock in my pussy, cock in my ass. I felt so full I thought I might burst.

He thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, making my orgasm build embarrassingly quick. Gavin thrusts a little faster, leaning over to whisper. "Do you like that babygirl?" I bite my lip and nod my head slowly. He smiles, and whispers. "Do you want to cum on my fingers babygirl? Let me taste you!" A soft moan escapes my lips and I close my eyes, nodding my head. He thrusts a little faster, pressing hard on my clit and my eyes fly open. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum, on the couch, watching a scary movie, with my brother's dad's fingers inside me. The worst part, I am loving everything he is making me feel right now.

"And of course, my pregnant belly. But it's more than that. It's much more than that, isn't it? I arouse you because I'm a muture woman. An experienced aunt, mother, wife and lover, who is carrying a child in her womb. A women who carries with her 20 years of sexual experience, which means I know how to be pleased and pleasure someone." Aunt runs her finger gently across my face, staring into my eyes. "And here you are, my sweet innocent little nephew. So young and inexperienced. So virile and eager." She giggle a little. "So curious and horny." Aunt Linda grabbed my hand again. "I think what you need is for someone to take your hand and show you the way. Someone to show you how to love... a

Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she could no longer keep them open. When she woke up again, her stomach felt empty. The only thing that had ever given her hope was gone. The effects of the anesthesia were fading, and the sharp pain in her abdomen made even the smallest movement unbearable. Tears streamed down her face. The baby was gone. Her future was completely shattered. Meanwhile, Matteo was at the nightclub he frequented. In a private room, he drowned himself in alcohol, frustration eating away at him. He didn't even remember the last time he had gotten a decent night's sleep.

Living with Grandma My name is John. I came from a broken home. My mother was an addict who went to jail for drug smuggling. My father is someone I never knew. So my single grandma took me in and raised me from an early age. She made me her child and proceeded to make me a man. I'm 29 years old now so that means I've been fucking her for a long time. Almost as long as I can remember.

“She’s the last person on my mind when I sleep and my first thought when I wake up. I miss her when I eat, study, sleep. I feel like crying loudly when I go into your bedroom and I see her empty space.” “Honey, but I’m trying my best to fulfill all your requirements. You know you’re my eldest daughter and I love you more than anyone” My dads eyes filled with tears as he spoke to me. “This huge mansion full of furniture and a 100 servants is still empty without mom. These fancy dresses and money can’t replace my mother.” I cried. “There’s no one to look after Anna and Zac. Anna is just 15 and Zac is 10. They need a mother. I totally agree that you’re trying your best and you love me the most