Cerita Nafsu Dewasa Novels & Stories

I teased, my voice dripping with seduction as my lips curled into a sly smile. “Yes… you’re so fucking sexy,” the bald man growled, his breath heavy as he started counting my pussy piercing. “Thirteen fucking piercings,” the bald man said again after a few seconds, his fingers spreading my pussy lips wider as he touched each ring, slow and rough, making every one of them throb. The hooks on my outer and inner pussy lips and the small curved barbell through my clit were all sensitive, each one throbbing as the bald man toyed with them.

“Security could walk the hall any minute. You want them to hear what a needy little princess you are? Hear how wet your cunt gets for your stepdaddy?” I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. Tried to stay silent. He fucked me harder. Angled up—hitting that spot that made my toes curl in my heels. “Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Rub your clit while I breed this tight pussy.” My fingers found my clit—swollen, throbbing. I circled fast, desperate. “Tell me,” he rasped. “Tell me you want Daddy’s come. Want me to fill you up right here on my desk where I sign million-naira deals.”

"That doggy pose... I don't like it." The smell of sweat and seed filled the cabin, the fire in the hearth creating a warm atmosphere. The slurping sounds followed each thrust, each penetration accompanied by the passage of his seed inside her. She was full, but he was going to fill her with more, and more, and more. "Akgghhhh...I...akgghhhh... Muum!!!" He released more seed inside her, everything going dark before his eyes. "I feel it...yes...yes...more...yes." She held on as Cedric collapsed on her back, unable to control his body any longer, his hands holding Seraphina's dangling tits, cupping her nipples. He kissed her shoulder.

“John, please let me cum. I need it so bad.” “Not yet, baby.” He slid three fingers inside me this time, pumping them steadily while his thumb rubbed my clit. The wet sounds filled the bedroom. I was dripping, the sheets getting soaked beneath me. Right when the wave started crashing over me he stopped again, pulling his hand away and blowing cool air on my swollen clit. I cried out in frustration. “You’re torturing me. Please, I’ll do anything.” He kissed up my body, taking time to suck on my nipples until they ached. “Anything? Tell me what you were thinking about when you watched me jerk off those nights.”

Until then, I was trapped here, touching myself for strangers and counting every tip. I slipped a hand under my t-shirt, idly playing with my nipple as the movie played on. The ache between my legs was already coming back. I kept teasing my nipple under my shirt, rolling it between my fingers as the couple on the TV fucked passionately. My pussy was getting wet again, that familiar ache building. The money from the call still had me buzzing… $700 just for riding a dildo and moaning like a slut. I wondered if HotFantasy88 would message again soon. Part of me hoped he would.

“Fill my tight little virgin pussy with that thick cock of yours. Make me yours.” My fingers slide between my thighs. My breath catches. My heart pounds. My panties are almost dripping. I stand up, letting them fall down my legs, stepping out of them with slow, deliberate grace. My wetness clings to my inner thighs. I drag my skirt up to my waist and sit back on his desk, legs parted, giving in to the fantasy. One finger grazes my clit and my hips buck. It feels electric. I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t care.

Sara stared at the bulge in his pants, remembering exactly how his cock had felt in her mouth, thick, hot, and pulsing. She bit her lip hard to stop a moan from escaping. Her body was on fire, sexually frustrated and desperate for relief. The lecture dragged on, every minute feeling like torture. She kept checking the clock, counting down the seconds until class ended so she could rush back to her dorm room and use her vibrator.

Seconds ago I was trying not to think about her, and now I was actively searching for her like a desperate pervert. There was nothing wrong with that, right? I could just pretend she wasn’t my stepsister. Just another hot pornstar. I tapped on one of her most recent videos. The second her pretty, pink pussy filled the screen, my cock jerked hard in my pants. She was on her back, legs spread wide, teasing her swollen clit with her fingers before sliding a thick pink dildo deep inside her wet cunt. “Fuck…” I groaned, unable to resist anymore. I shoved my pants and boxers down, pulled out my throbbing cock, and started stroking hard, eyes glued to the screen.

“Taste it. Taste what you did. What we did.” He forced his fingers past her lips. The flavor was complex—her own tang, the bitter salt of other men, the unmistakable musk of raw sex. She sucked on them, her eyes rolling back, a fresh wave of shameful arousal drowning her anger. Satisfied, he unzipped his jeans. His thick cock, already fully hard, sprang free. He rubbed the head through the soaked, sensitive folds of her pussy, gathering the mixed fluids. “This is what you do to me,” he hissed. “You make me a fucking animal. You make me want to share you and then reclaim you.”

She was winning. Days turned to weeks. More accidents: Bending over in the laundry room, ass up as she “searched” for a sock, pussy lips peeking from under shorts. Brushing past him in narrow halls, her hand “slipping” to graze his cock. Each time, Ethan’s fantasies grew darker—tying her up, edging her until she begged, then fucking her raw. Lila reveled in it, masturbating nightly to the thought of him begging, “Please, Lila, let me fuck you. I need it.”