Romans & histoires Drip Drip Drip Story

Cold and dry, I feel thirsty, but there is no water here. As if hearing the voice of my heart, suddenly I heard a roar like thunder. Widespread rain fell and there were water droplets seeping into the basement. My eyes lit up when I saw it, but the distance between me and the water droplets was quite far. Walking closer, I still couldn't reach it. I tried to lie on my back, but still couldn't get the water droplets. The glass I used to drink from had been brought by Gloria. I looked around, looking for a way to get water to drink. "Ah, I know what I have to do." I said, having got an idea. "Please speed up the drip, I'm very thirsty, I want to drink."

Endless jets. Flooding her. Painting her walls. Overflowing instantly. Leaking out around his shaft in creamy white streams. Running down her crack. Soaking the couch arm. Dripping onto the rug below. He kept grinding. Slow. Deep. Milking every last drop inside her. When the last pulse faded he pulled out slowly. Cum poured from her gaping pussy in thick ropes. Puddled under her ass. Ran in rivers down her thighs. He stood over her. Cock still hard. Dripping.

Chapter 2: Tears and Trembling Sophie lay sprawled on the wide leather couch, her pencil skirt bunched around her waist, blouse open, her breasts heaving with every shaky breath. Thick white cum slowly leaked from her freshly deflowered pussy, dripping down her inner thighs and onto the expensive leather. Her face was flushed and wet with tears. Her virgin hole throbbed with a deep, burning ache. Alexander stood over her, his massive cock still rock-hard and glistening with their mixed juices. The unknown substance in his mother’s stew continued raging through his system, keeping him painfully erect and desperate. His balls felt heavy, full, and aching for more release.

I cried again. "Shut up!" A voice rasped. "Please!" But none of my pleas could draw any answer from them. Eventually, desperation drove me to do the most lowly thing I had ever done in my entire life. I moved closer to the crack in the middle of the ground and emptied my bladder. The hole wasn't that large which means my room was soon full of water. Looking up at the water that was dripping, my eyes widened as I wondered if that was what it was as well.

Daphne’s POV The drop of water from the leaking ceiling was the only sound in the small room. It fell again and again, slow and steady, landing in a metal bowl that had long lost its shine. Each drop felt like a reminder of how low I had fallen. The rain outside hadn’t stopped all night, roaring against the roof like it was laughing at me. Maybe it was. Maybe the sky was mocking me for thinking I could ever belong here in this pack. Tears slipped down my cheeks quietly. I didn’t even bother wiping them anymore. The pain in my body wasn’t as bad as the ache in my chest.

Just my ragged breaths and the dimly lit room around me. Just a dream. But it felt so real. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to focus. The sound of rain pattered against the roof, but something was off. Drip. Drip. Drip. I frowned, looking up just in time to feel a cold drop of water splash onto my forehead. Then another. "Great," I muttered, throwing the thin blanket off me. The roof was leaking again. This has been the story of my life ever since I moved in here with Racheal.

I was so wet that my juices were dripping down onto the towel beneath me. You're dripping baby I wish my tongue was on that little button "Nghh... yes... talk dirty to me," I moaned. "Tell me what you'd do to me." I'd pin you down and lick your pussy until you scream I'd slide my cock inside you and fuck you until you can't walk I want to fill you up and watch my cum drip out of you The words fueled my arousal, my fingers started moving faster, the vibrator buzzing relentlessly against my clit. I was close, the pressure building, my thighs trembling.

Moments where I wanted somebody, anybody, to end this misery already. Because whatever this place was, it was killing me slowly. And nobody was coming. Nobody heard me screaming. Nobody heard me crying for help. I woke again to the sound of dripping water somewhere in the darkness. Drip. Drip. Drip. The noise echoed endlessly through the underground chamber while violent coughs wrecked my chest. My breathing sounded broken as I forced myself to look around again. Darkness. Stone walls. Rotting air. Then I heard it. A murmur.

The only movement was the water still dripping from his hair, falling to the floor in steady, merciless beats. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Grace Drip. Drip. Drip. The slow sound of water falling from somewhere above echoed through the darkness, each drop striking the ground with an eerie rhythm that pulled me slowly out of unconsciousness. My head throbbed violently, a sharp, pulsing pain that made it feel as if my skull had been split open, and every part of my body ached as though I had been crushed under something heavy. A low whine escaped my lips as I tried to shift even slightly, but the smallest movement sent another wave of pain crashing through me. My eyelids felt heavy, sticky, and when I finally forced them open, dried blood on my face blurred my vision and made everything appear distorted.