Cerita Dewasa Dengan Bibi Novels & Stories

“Now that you know what I’ve been going though Bibi, you have to agree this is one very weird situation on several levels.” Bibi ordered another round of hot wings and cold beer. When Nate called earlier, he thought it was to celebrate his signing with an agent and finding a publisher. Bibi was totally unprepared to hear the entire story his friend had just told him.

Kathy, a 51 year old housewife becomes a sugar baby. Enjoy.. ******** My name is Kathy. This series of stories focuses on my most recent experience in pushing the erotic envelope. They are inspired by real life experiences, but are still largely a product of my imagination. In other words I took literary license to deviate a bit from actual events. What is authentic is the fact that at middle age I entered into a sugar baby lifestyle. The feelings and emotions I experienced are very real, even if I have altered the characters a tad.

Your first round begins tonight. Kira’s cheeks flushed crimson. Her thighs pressed together instinctively. Her stomach twisted with a mix of shame and anticipation. Bibi, leaning over her shoulder, smirked wickedly. “Finally! You’re going to get laid, little Omega. That thick, fat ass of yours… about time someone breaks it in properly.” Kira froze, mortified, heat pooling in her core. “Bibi….shut up!” “Ohhh, come on,” Bibi teased, nudging her. “Don’t act like you’re not wet already. I’ve seen you… I know. Tonight, you’re going to learn exactly what being taken feels like.”

One finger slid between my pussy, then pushed inside me. I almost moaned out loud. He fingered me slowly, deeply, while the movie played and twenty other people sat around us. His thumb circled my clit in perfect rhythm. I was shaking. So close. He suddenly pulled his hand away. The movie ended. Lights came on and everyone started moving. Professor Reyes stood up calmly, adjusting his sweater to hide his obvious erection. He looked at me, eyes burning. “Meet me in my cabin in twenty minutes, that’s if you’re brave enough.” he whispered.

I warn my sister as she moves towards me and my precious white duvet. “Ah, in a sprightly mood I see.” She replies, making an arc away from my direction and leaning towards her crime-scene wall to scribble something on a blurry photograph. She caps back the sharpie then eyes me cautiously. “I take it you’re celebrating your freedom from Benjamin Truman’s clutches?” Bibah chuckles. “Celebrating, is a strong word.” “I see…” She nods solemnly. “But who did she get mated to?” I sigh. “Will you ever shut up?”

His Plaything (5) (Diana’s POV) It has been twenty days since Eric and I started having sex. Twenty days of him touching me, kissing me, and filling me every night. I never knew my body could feel like this. I have become completely addicted to my husband. Every time he leaves the room, I already miss him. At night, I have dirty dreams about us. In those dreams, he bends me over, fucks me hard, and calls me his good girl while I moan his name like a crazy woman.

"He must be with beautiful women from his own country, with beautiful veils, and daughters of important sheikhs drowning in money, the kind who wipe their sweat with high denomination bills." "They usually have arranged marriages from birth..." they started discussing among themselves. When they saw that I was no longer in the conversation, they said goodbye and forced me to hang up, so I could rest. I said goodbye to them, promising to call them back tomorrow night and tell them about my day at my new job. **** I finished brushing my teeth and put on my pajamas to lie down and watch a N*****x series. I braided my hair while watching the beginning of what I was going to watch when my phone r

Kimber tried to conceal her excitement, she had the perfect dare. "I dare you to masturbate your cock into that empty bottle so we can see how much you cum, I have always wanted to see a class-B cum," she explained. It was a well-known fact that class-C girls came the most, but that class-B girls were able to cum in almost literal buckets in their own right.

Her fingers slid easily back inside me, picking up where I left off , withdeep, steady strokes that made fresh wetness leak out. “He won’t be interested in you like that, Maya,” she said softly but firmly, curling her fingers against my G-spot while her thumb circled my clit. “Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.”