Choti Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Feels strange being home again. Jack launched into a story about work and some deal they were both involved in. I sat on the opposite end of the couch from Richard and tried to look interested. My body had other plans. Every time he shifted I noticed the way his trousers pulled across his thighs. Every time he spoke I watched his mouth. I kept thinking about those same lips between my legs. About his fingers sliding under this dress and finding out how wet I already was just from sitting in the same room as him.

His grip on her chin tightened, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh until she could feel the imprint of each one. “Such a greedy little slut,” He murmured, his lips brushing against hers with every word, his breath mingling with hers. “Say it. Say you're my dirty little slut." "I.. I'm a dirty little slut'" She said, not even feeling ashamed. "My dirty little slut" He corrected huskily. "I'm your dirty little slut" “That’s right. But you're still not getting anything yet." His thumb traced the shape of her lower lip before slipping inside, pressing down on her tongue. “Let’s play a game, my dirty little slut.”

Brownies. I haven’t seen any of them. And here were four. Gods, they were so cute. Reaching my knees in their high. Brownies were a bit chubby, with small button noses and warm brown eyes. Two bearded males and two females. Looking in human’s 40’. They were more like spirits of the house, not quite living creatures. Their magic was strong and let them properly do their purpose. “My lady.” one of the females gasped, seeing me. And the rest followed and bowed before vanishing.

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.

She began to eat out the woman's pussy, sucking and licking. Loretta moved forward and began to play with her friend's breasts. Clara opened her eyes and smiled when she saw Loretta. Loretta smiled back. Abigail began to finger herself as she watched her friends. Renee moved closer to her and replaced Abigail's fingers with hers while kissing her friend passionately. Clara began to pant as she rode Yasmine's face. “This whore does it so good. Yes, eat my pussy, bitch. Eat. It.” Yasmine continued as commanded, eating it Clara's pussy while Narissa continued using the dildo on her. Then she stopped using the dildo and brought out her tongue.

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.