Beginner Hotwife Dares Novels & Stories

My body burns with heat that I think I can light up at any moment. “You should start cleaning those cobwebs. Do you wax? It’s better than shaving. It’s smooth like a baby butt.” “Stop, stop,” I whisper. “I’m not gonna sleep with him. Never ever. Did you forget he’s a manwhore?” “He is, but it’s just sex. If you wanna lose your V-card then he is the right candidate. He’s hot and does an unforgettable one-night stand, then he walks away and forgets after that.”

"How can two girlfriends hook up anyway?" Crash! Amidst all the jostling and shoving, someone bumped the table. The open bottle of cognac tipped over, spilling all over the floor. I let out a cold laugh. Reaching down, I grabbed the dirty dishes off the table, one by one, and hurled them right at Olivia and Damien. "Since you all think this is completely fine, I'll make sure to impart some wisdom onto your husbands. The next time they want to get intimate with you, they can go ask their mistresses for permission first."

“Like what you see? Truth or dare?” “Dare,” I said immediately, my hand itching to touch myself but holding back, the ache building unbearable. “Grind on my thigh. Keep those shorts on, but rub that pussy against me until you’re soaked through. I want to feel how wet you get.” He patted his leg, eyes challenging. I swung my leg over, straddling his thigh, the muscle hard under me as I lowered down, starting to rock my hips forward and back, the seam of my shorts pressing right against my clit through the thin fabric.

“I missed you guys today.” The viewer count started climbing fast — 400… 800… 1,200 in less than a minute. The pings of tips started coming in almost immediately. I slowly lifted the t-shirt up, revealing that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. My nipples hardened instantly from the cool air. I bit my lip and ran my hands over my breasts, squeezing them gently. “You guys want me to play with my pussy tonight?” I asked, my voice sweet and breathy. The comments went completely wild.

In an eerily calm voice, I asked, "Aren't we playing Truth or Dare, Ms. Stuart? I chose dare, so I picked someone to carry out the dare with. What's wrong with that?" "Why, you…" Whitney trembled hard, so outraged that she could barely speak. "How dare you choose to accept that dare? What gives you the audacity? You could've just accepted the punishment instead! Who the hell do you think you are?" "Hm?" I raised a brow, my tone mocking. "So you do know the rules of this game, then? Which means you could've conceded earlier and taken three penalty shots instead. So why did you choose to go ahead with the dare? Are the rules of the game different when it comes to you?"

There’s no faking it in the slightest when I lose control, my pussy squelching as I moan like Beverlythe whore. I’m a wreck on the bed when I’m done coming and he pulls the dildo out of me. I could lie here in the aftermath all night long, but he wastes no time in going back to the mini bar and gesturing me over with a click of his fingers. Fuck. My whole body is wobbly as I drop to the floor and crawl to him. I’m sure my makeup must be a total mess as I grin up at User 677 like he’s a king. “More champagne, little whore?”

Public Hotwife Training: My Husband’s Commands in the Park Chapter 1: I Spread My Legs on the Park Bench and Let a Stranger See How Wet Derek’s Toy Was Making Me The bench is cold under my thighs. I can feel the rough wood through the thin denim of my skirt, and I know if I shift even a little the hem will ride higher. I shouldn’t be here. Not like this. Not with nothing underneath and the small vibrator already pressed tight against my clit, held in place by the narrow straps of the harness Derek made me put on before we left the house.

Riley’s POV Mr. Brooks’ hand landed another firm spank on my bright red ass, making me jolt forward against the couch. Fingers from Jake and Marcus kept sliding between my thighs, teasing and exploring my wetness. One finger pushed inside me while another circled my clit. I couldn’t think straight anymore. My body shook with every touch and every slap. “Please,” I gasped, my voice coming out shaky and desperate. “Please Daddy, make the dare real, fuck me hard.”

The broad-shouldered guy in front of me dragged his knuckles slowly up my slit, collecting the wetness and rubbing it all over my fat clit. His touch was too light. "More..... " I begged, pushing my hips forward. "You're so eager, like a bitch in heat. " Mona laughed, amused. A boy was behind her now, yanking on her hard nipples. Whistles rang out across the room. "Let's see her snatch properly. "Someone from the party mongers shouted. Rhea stepped closer, reached down and yanked my hair so my face tilted up towards her. "Open those whore legs of yours, Gabby. Let's see every fold of your huge cunt. "

I shuddered as I collapsed into his chest, rubbing my boobs into his strong torso. "That was the best," I moaned. "Oh, Lord, I need more! I need to be fucked more!" * * * And she was fucked more. My daddy pounded her so hard. Doggy style. Missionary. He pumped her pussy full of so much cum and sent her home to her husband with his seed in all her holes. She had loved it all. And Mom had her first "Preacher's Wife Amateur Debut" to sell on her website.