Choti Stories Novels & Stories

“Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut right here on the rooftop. Anyone could walk around this corner and see me ruining your tight cunt.” Her dirty words sent a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs. I clenched hard around her fingers, my legs trembling. Lena removed her hand from my mouth and grabbed my throat instead, squeezing just enough to make my eyes roll back. “You like that, don’t you? Being my secret whore.” She leaned in and bit my bottom lip hard. “Say it.” “I… I like it,” I moaned. “I’m your secret whore.” “Good girl.” She dropped to her knees right there in the shadows, yanking my dress up to my waist. In one rough motion she ripped my panties down my legs and shoved the

Lila’s POV The university’s bell has finally rang after waiting for almost two hours for this boring subject. I never liked math. For me, that was the most boring subject ever. Numbers, after numbers, and then numbers again. Tsk tsk. All I want to learn is cocks and cocks and dick. Smirking at my own thoughts, I took all my things and immediately left our room. The next subject is my favorite one. Not because I actually love the subject, but because our Prof is so hot I want to bed him even for a night.

Her heart did a stupid flip. Three dots. Then: **Finn:** ...Ava? **Ava:** Yeah. **Finn:** Thought you forgot my number. **Ava:** I didn't. Just... busy. **Finn:** Same, went for multiple auditions. Bad ones. They texted for hours, talking about really dumb stuff. **Finn:** Remember when I tried to add chocolate to mashed potatoes? **Ava:** I still have nightmares. **Finn:** it was most definitely worth it. You laughed.

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It felt as if electricity was right on my nipples. "Ouuuuu mmphhh... Please fuck me Julian..." I moaned even louder as his cock teased my entrance. "You are warm..." He gritted, pushing his cock into me a little before pulling back. His hand grabbed the rope of the choker, tugging my neck back before slamming into me and hitting my G-spot immediately. "Arrggghh holy shit! Yes! Nghhhhhnnn...." He tugged at the choker, ramming into me and hitting my G-spot again. He continued ramming into me and hitting my G-spot repeatedly, making my eyes roll to the back.

“I'm sorry. What?” “We would like for you to join us— my wife and I,” the man repeated, a smile on his lips still. Before she could come to terms with what she'd just heard or say another word, the door to the man's room opened, and a brunette peered out. “Hi, I'm Cherrie.” she said to Yasmine. “It's okay. We just like to share our bed, that's all.” Yasmine paused for a second and thought about it. The man and the woman were good-looking, and this might just be the perfect opportunity to get that release she desperately needed before the conference began tomorrow.

She dropped the money on the floor and left. I took a glance at the wall clock and it was just a few minutes past midnight. I walked to the window and checked if the rain was heavy. To my advantage, it was just drizzling. I exhaled slowly and picked up the torn jacket I had, wore it on, and off I was, into the Streets. The smell of burning cigarettes hung heavy in the air. I could see men lying on the streets like dogs. It was obvious that they were drunk. “Hey, hottie. A dollar for the night?” They called in unison, expecting a reply.

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

Prologue Kanua Village, Zambia; January, 1991 There was a murderous glow in the eyes of the ten year old Luyando Chimeko as she stood watch over her drunk and passed out father snoring away on the mat inside the tent that a good Samaritan had lent to them which they had come to regard as their home for the past one week.

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.