Erotic Shirt Stories Novels & Stories

I licked her smooth sex and slipped my fingers up in her, working her clit and her swelling G-spot until she was ready to come. Then I was up and ready to fuck. She got my pants open, shoving them over my hips. They dropped to my ankles. I entered my secretary easily, in one even thrust. Tess’s ardor ruined yet another J. Crew dress shirt—I’m still finding buttons weeks later. When I was in her deep, buried to the hilt, I kissed her hard, our tongues entangling as I gave her blouse the same treatment she’d given my shirt. Private practice can be murder on a married couple’s bank account— because of all the ripped-off clothes.

Controlling a woman and demanding from her to pleasure another man was a different thing but having Erica kissing Ephraim was something totally different. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” She snapped at me, pulling the shirt down— my shirt that had ridden up her thighs revealing the shadow of her séx where I wanted to bury my côck to the hilt. The waiting was getting on my nerves but she hadn't said the words yet and I wasn’t going to take her before hearing them from her lips. “It seems you haven't yet learned your lesson.” I murmured, slipping the belt free from its loops.

He said and then walked out of the room. …………. The first thing Annie noticed when she opened the door was Eric standing in front of her, shirtless. She swallowed painfully as she took in his physique. He was perfect, she had seen him display his perfectly toned six-pack in the magazines she used to read when he was a model and seeing him shirtless in real life was a dream come true. She couldn’t believe it was all hers to devour. Annie was lost in her dreamland but she was more than happy when he came back with his shirt for her to wear which was so thoughtful of him.

He finally broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look at me, his eyes were already dark and dilated, his lips were swollen and glistening with my saliva. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this since I left for work," he growled. He pulled my shirt off completely, revealing my naked breasts to the cool air of the kitchen. My nipples stood at attention, hard and aching for him. He took one in his mouth, his tongue swirling around my sensitive peak, his teeth grazing it. I gasped, my back arching, my nails digging into his shoulders. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves straight to my core.

‘Scarlett, what are you doing? Having conflicting thoughts, I run through his wardrobe and pull out a shirt. “Hmmm,” I sniff deeply, getting intoxicated by his rich scent. “Oh, god.” I sigh, sucking air through gritted teeth, and pulling the shirt between my breasts… and down my pussy. “So fucking sweet.” “Right there…” I twist and hump on his shirt. My free hand strokes the clean duvet. “You’ll fuck me right here, master.” I inflate my lungs with the mix of my precum on his cologne, awakening every sleeping nerve in strong arousal.

This time, he doesn’t stop at teasing around the hem of my shirt, he dares to glide up, inching slowly toward the spot where I ache the sweetest. My fingers tighten around my fork while I struggle to find my footing in this erotic game I’ve been plunged into. I’m fighting a moan, fighting to hide the color fast spreading on my face from our visitor. His grip on my thigh tightens and like that, he yanks. I slide forward in my seat, my bare ass sitting at the edge. My shirt? Completely ridden up to my waist. Thankfully, it’s too high for her to notice. This is madness. Do I like it? I hate to admit it, but I do. What he doesn’t know is that two can play at this game.

I am alight, moving against him, tasting his tongue and his come in one breath. “Do you like this shirt?” he asks against my lips. I shake my head. Something clicks, and with a sound of ripping fabric, Dante slits my shirt up the middle. The two halves fall away, and he yanks my bra cup aside to torture one of my nipples. I moan his name. Warm air whisks against my bare skin, and I press myself close to him. I can feel his soaked cock against my leg, just below the hem of my shorts. He’s not ready to go again yet, but I’m sure we can find a way to fill the time. I tear at the buttons on his shirt, wishing I had the knife to strip him.

“I want to imagine you riding me with those big titties tonight.” “Oh my God, Kieran!” I protested. “You can’t… we can’t… talk… like that…” “Pretty sure I just did. Come on… take your shirt off…” I swallowed hard. This was the single most erotic thing anyone had ever asked me to do, and I wasn’t even sure I was brave enough to do it. But then, this was Kieran, and we had the whole of cyberspace separating us. It made me feel bold. I peeled off my shirt, revealing a lacy white bra underneath.

I clamp down on my bottom lip as I take in the scene, allowing the desire that warms my belly to grow. A couple of women in front of me are slowly being undressed from behind by their partners as they are deeply in love. Her breasts protrude as one man slides the dress down his girlfriend's arms. Her lover takes possession of her mouth, but her friend goes straight for her uneven pink nipples. They have a ballet-like choreography to their movements. The display makes me feel good, and that is all I need to be reminded of it. Feeling desperate, I drop the cloth and make my way to Jay's office.

He squeezed her round ass and teased her their tight holes with his fingers. The sensation was pure heaven. The warm oil made every slide smooth and erotic. Sara's pussy left wet trails along his cock as she rubbed against him. She slid her pussy lips up and down the full length of his enormous cock, teasing the swollen head against the entrance but not letting him enter yet. Vincent’s breathing became heavy. His cock twitched and leaked precum. The teasing drove him insane. “We’re your little sluts now, Daddy. Use us however you want," Sara whispered.