Dripping Wet Novels & Stories

Tell me how wet you are for this stranger who just bought you. She pauses, a hint of doubt flashing through her features and for minute I think she's going to back out but I watch her right thumb ghost over her clit as her eyes shut tight. She slides them down, parts herself more, then starts the first circle. Her hips roll up to meet her hand. “I'm so fucking soaked,” she whimpers at the contact, like she's crying for more. “Can you see how my juices drip down my thighs and I've not even got through the second—”

My thong must be completely drenched now, I could feel it clinging uncomfortably to my swollen pussy lips. I need him. I really need him. I know I'm married but right now all I can think about is dropping to my knees in front of him and taking that cock down my throat while he gives orders in that voice. I'm so fucking wet that If I stand up right now, there'll be a wet spot on my skirt. But I can’t touch myself here. There are hundreds of people around me. Fuck! This is so frustrating. I crossed my legs the other way, squeezing them together, desperate for any friction.

The moment he stepped closer to me, I realized this could never be a police officer. Police officers are not usually this handsome and fit. Fuck, I couldn't believe who I was seeing. Bishop! The Managing Director at Wet Nights Club. Wet Nights is an elite club for mostly the top citizens of the states. I've been hearing about Wet Nights and I've dreamt of working at the club as a performer because I heard they pay their dancers very high. But it's not easy to get a job at Wet Nights. Though, it's a popular club but it held a lot of secrets, secrets that shouldn't be known outside the club. Due to their delicate nature of treating their clients with secrecy, they're being extremely careful ab

The wet squelch was obscene—loud, rhythmic, filthy. He came first. Buried to the root and roared, flooding me with hot, thick ropes that I felt splash deep inside. Pulse after pulse. My belly tightened with the pressure. When he finally pulled out, a gush followed—creamy white torrent spilling down my crack, pooling under my ass on the bench.

More of the cum lube oozed from the tip and was immediately lapped up. Drool dripped from Alex’s muzzle as they watched. Their hips bucked forward, pushing the cock deeper into Riley’s eager mouth. ‘Fuck… I wish this was real right now,’ they thought, panting as they started to thrust. The wet, filthy sounds of Riley sucking and choking, mixed with their muffled moans, pushed Alex closer to the edge. Their human thoughts faded further as the wolf surged forward. Sharp claws tangled in Riley’s hair and yanked them off the dildo with a wet pop.

Liora Voss I woke to the constant sound of dripping water. Ploc. Ploc. Ploc. A slow, relentless rhythm echoing off the damp concrete walls, marking time like a macabre clock. The heavy smell of mold and wet earth filled my nostrils, mixed with something metallic I preferred not to identify. The darkness was almost complete, broken only by a weak, yellowish bulb swinging from the ceiling, casting long, distorted shadows.

By ten, I'm sobbing into the sheets, tears soaking the duvet, pussy dripping in desperate strings onto the bed, every stripe burning and perfect. He drops the belt, climbs behind me, and drags the head of his cock through my soaked folds, once, twice, coating himself. “Feel how wet you are?” He growls. “Crying and still begging for my cock. You've been dying to be fucked so badly huh? He nudges at my entrance and pushes in, slow, so achingly slow, I feel every inch stretch me open, feel the plug shift inside me, feel the obscene fullness until he bottoms out and his hips meet my burning ass.

DRIZZLE DRIZZLE The rain poured down heavily, wanting to wash away all the sins on earth. “Damn this stupid rain” Williams muttered angrily as he was looking for a shelter to shield him from the rain. Williams had no choice but to start running as the rain became heavier Plop Williams saw himself lying flat on the ground. Williams became more angry, his body was covered in mud and his cloths were drenched. “ Hey are you alright? “ a soft feminine voice asked

{‘Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.’} The rain was pouring hard over the damp soil of the cemetery. Looking up, the sky seemed in agony and in greatest sympathy. I gripped my black umbrella hard as I refused to accept that the person inside the casket deserved this kind of cry from heaven.

The wet sounds of my arousal mixed with the rain, filthy and perfect. He pulled his fingers out, and I whined, empty, desperate. “On your back,” he said, guiding me to a nearby lounge chair, rain pooling on its surface. I lay down, the cold plastic sticking to my skin, my legs spread wide. Rain poured over my pussy, streaming through my folds, and I shivered, the sensation intense, almost too much. Dax knelt between my legs, his eyes locked on my dripping cunt. My breath caught, knowing what was coming.