Elastigirl Stuck Porn Novels & Stories

Elena sat in the empty stairwell on the third floor of the library. It was late afternoon and most students had already left campus. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs. She propped her phone against the wall and hit record. Her fingers slid into her soaked pussy immediately. She bit her lip to stay quiet as she pumped two fingers in and out. Her other hand rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles. She moaned quietly, eyes half-closed, as she fucked herself harder. When she came, her thighs shook and her juices dripped onto the concrete step. She stopped the recording, fixed her clothes, and uploaded the video to her anonymous account.

It was as if a glass of milk had been poured over Dr Stone's pussy. It was sticky, like the pornography videos he had been watching on the Internet

I breathe out, followed by a shaky laugh while I try to figure out how I'm going to drive home with jelly legs. "That's my line." Her voice is husky and she's leaning back against the door, her knees bent and her legs wide apart giving me a perfect view as she plays with her glistening little pussy. "Fuck, Els." My cock is rock hard again, but we're in the middle of a housing estate, it might be nearly four am, but I've been caught out like this before. Reaching out my hand, I push two fingers inside her, enjoying the gasp of pleasure that comes from her and I'm two seconds from not caring about being seen and just taking her here.

A salesgirl in a leather corset smiled like she’d seen this panic a thousand times. Lilith didn’t hesitate. She picked up a sleek black box, opened it, and held up a set of rose-gold vibrating nipple clamps connected to a remote. “For when he’s in meetings,” she said, pressing the button. The clamps buzzed softly. “You sit across from him at dinner, squirming, trying not to moan while he pretends to listen to border reports.” Isabella snatched it from her hand. “Yes. This. And this—” She grabbed a curved glass dildo with ridges. “For when he’s away and you need to feel full.”

On the screen, a muscular top was destroying a younger guy’s ass in a brutal doggy-style, the bottom moaning like a cheap slut, begging to be fucked to stupor. Elena was whispering along with him, “Fuck me harder, fuck my hole,” her fingers plunging in and out in perfect rhythm. She came so hard she didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway at first. The second time was even something else. She was on the living room couch, skirt around her waist, no panties, one leg hooked over the armrest. Two hung studs were spit-roasting a eager bottom on our TV — one thick cock slamming down his throat, the other pounding his ass raw.

“Stay.” The single word is quiet, but it locks me in place. My heart is hammering so hard I can feel it in my throat. Shame floods me — I’m their babysitter, the “good girl” they trust with their kids. And now I’m caught with my hand in my shorts, watching Mr. Thompson’s JOI video, my pussy still throbbing from how close I was to cumming. Elena walks over slowly, picking up my phone from the couch. The video is still playing — her husband’s deep, commanding voice giving filthy instructions. “That’s it, good girl… rub that pretty little clit for me. Imagine my cock stretching you open…”

The position left me completely vulnerable—pussy and asshole on full display. Elena poured a generous amount of lube onto her fingers and pressed one slick digit against my tight rear entrance. I tensed. “Relax,” she cooed, circling the puckered hole slowly. “Mommy’s going to play with both your holes tonight. You’re going to take it all and stay quiet.”

three times in two weeks. Rachel, twenty-eight, who'd brought her husband for "erectile dysfunction therapy" and now came alone twice a week. Elena, twenty-five, whose boyfriend couldn't make her squirt....but Dr. Stone could, and now she was addicted to the sensation. They all knew why they were there. All knew what happened behind that closed office door. All knew they couldn't stop coming back. One by one, they were called in. One by one, they were thoroughly fucked.

three times in two weeks. Rachel, twenty-eight, who'd brought her husband for "erectile dysfunction therapy" and now came alone twice a week. Elena, twenty-five, whose boyfriend couldn't make her squirt....but Dr. Stone could, and now she was addicted to the sensation. They all knew why they were there. All knew what happened behind that closed office door. All knew they couldn't stop coming back. One by one, they were called in. One by one, they were thoroughly fucked.

That deadly, damned huntress! "Get out of my head!" I opened my fangs angrily and roared into the air, only to find that my body was getting hotter and hotter, and my heart was becoming unbearably itchy! I remembered there was some porn stuff on my computer. Jenna had downloaded them before, and she said it would do little help to our sex just by flirting! Poor Jenna! No! Poor me! Now I could only masturbate through those porn thing! My gun was getting ready, waiting for my loading bullets...At this time, those women's faces in the porn movies all changed! They all turned out to be...