Erotic Sissy Stories Novels & Stories

I said, taking her hand in mine and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Okay here goes. I've never had anyone do what you did to me before. I've heard my friends talk about it but that's all." Her face began to redden and she lowered her eyes. "You mean you've never had a guy lick you down there?" I asked skeptically. "No." "Wow. I find that hard to believe, I mean I've heard rumors that you're..." I couldn't bring myself to come out and call her a slut. "That's just vicious gossip that Patty Brady spread because she saw me with her ex-boyfriend Tom Simpson!" Cassie growled defensively.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.

“This is still hate sex, Marcus. Don’t get any ideas. I still can’t stand your arrogant ass.” He stripped fast, cock rock hard and curving up. “Keep telling yourself that, pretty boy.” He crawled over me, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while the other spread my legs. “But this hole doesn’t lie. It’s been clenching for me since the locker room.” He pushed back inside me raw, slow this time, inch by thick inch until he bottomed out. I moaned loud, back arching off the bed. “Fuck… you’re still so deep.”

I heard his belt buckle, the condom wrapper tearing, then the thick head of his cock nudged against my entrance. “Still think you’re such a good girl?” he taunted, rubbing his length along my slick folds without pushing in. “Or are you just a secret slut who gets off on library cock?” I pushed back against him, needy and shameless. “Just fuck me already.” He thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. I cried out at the sudden stretch, the fullness almost too much. Jax clapped a hand over my mouth, chuckling darkly. “Quiet, baby. Unless you want us both expelled while I’m balls-deep inside you.”

“Okay. So how do I even start?” “Like any other conversation. Start slow. Let it simmer. You don’t go straight for the clit, right? You tease, you build it up. Do the same here. You could start with the classic ‘what are you wearing’ line, but if you want something that really works… tell a story.” “Story?” she echoed. “You mean, like, read erotica?” “No, I mean tell him something from your life. Something hot, or something that could have been hot if it’d gone just a little further. Something real—then spice it up. Let your imagination play with the memory.”

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

Jane whispered, her voice breathless, tinged with longing. Eric leaned closer, so that she could feel the warmth of his body behind her. “I want you to focus,” he murmured. “Focus on my voice, on my hands, on how I make you feel.” Her body responded immediately, arching slightly as if seeking him out. She closed her eyes, letting herself sink into the sensations, into the anticipation that pulsed through her,her pussy has started becoming wet yearning for Eric's big hammer to fuck her die . “You feel that, don’t you?” he asked, his hand now pressing slightly against the inside of her thigh.

She saw his cock bulging against his pants. He gasped for breath and fidgeted with his zipper, trying to adjust and make room for his thickening cock. “Do you know, I’ve never had anyone kiss me here,” she said and spread her lips to show the rosy bud of her clit. He stared. “Do you know how many things I’ve always wanted to do, that I’ve wanted to feel?” She asked him, innocent of what her question meant to him.

I was already soaked, my pussy lips were swollen and slick. He watched every move I made. Then he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, it was thick and hard. The head was already wet with precum, he wrapped his hand around it and started stroking slowly. “Tell me what you wrote,” he said. I kept rubbing my clit in small circles. My breath came faster. “I wrote about a man coming in after closing. He bends me over the desk, he pulls my skirt up and fucks me hard.” He stroked faster. “Keep going.”