Female Venti Novels & Stories

I had said and Xena had smiled. “I have the right person in mind for you. He is also a platinum card holder and the girls love him because of the day he handles them. Wait for a while so that we can get your room ready," Xena says and I am given a glass of Veuve Clicquot, my favourite brand of champagne. I sip on it and I can feel my vagina start to tremble with anticipation. I want it so bad and I can't wait for it to be slapped and filled and sucked and nibbled on.

Coming from a 12-inch heavy-duty vibrator, buzzing ominously. Too big for any woman on earth to handle.

Phidelia queried angrily and jolted up from her seat. “Hey Phidelia, don't get.....” Before he could end his statement, Phidelia speed off in anger. He tried to hold her hand but he was slow to her speed. “Shit!” he loud whispered, slightly pushing the chair back to make room for him to get up. Everybody had their eyes fixed on them but nobody was willing to offer any help as they were afraid to involve themselves in those crazy girls issues.

But if Zoe made Iris feel unaccomplished and immature in her life, it was nothing compared to what she felt when she stood next to Vixen. Vixen was a waitress at the bar and she worked five nights a week, so she was always in Iris’ orbit. She was a dark-eyed, bottle-blonde who seemed positively allergic to the clothes that hugged her wickedly-curved body. Vixen’s breasts were always threatening to escape the thin material covering them, her generous ass was barely covered by the skin-tight skirts she somehow wiggled into, her firm thighs were always exposed and made your eyes travel higher to the sweet spot between her legs. It wasn’t actually visible, but it seemed like it could be, at any

Valentine decided to divert her attention from the two to Pepper and the models. She felt guilty for underestimating the company. All these thirty models were divided into three categories. The first ten models—including Missy—were the ones with skinny, yet wonderful body. The way how square their shoulders were and how their collar bone popped out was definitely every man’s type of women. The second ten models were thick, just like her, they had side rolls, back rolls, belly rolls, and jiggly arms and thighs. Some were curvy, some were not. The third ten models were plus sizes women, they were beautiful and confident with their own body.

Another subject the pair had covered was the woman that came in crying earlier that morning. "She's a weird one." Ms Vento chuckled out a little, sipping on her third cup of tea, glancing at the young man seated next to her, eating a sandwich she had prepared a few moments ago. "She came in crying and asking if there was any space but stopped once she was walking up the stairs." Ms Vento sighed out, standing up and pulling out a tin of biscuits, placing it on the coffee table and flopping herself back down onto her chair with a soft grunt.

"You're very pretty, aren't you? In that... simple, understated way. The kind of pretty that men think is natural, that they think just happened by accident." Sera's pulse quickened, but she kept her expression neutral. "I don't know what you mean, ma'am." "Don't play stupid with me." Celeste's voice dropped to something dangerous. "I've seen pretty maids before. Seen the way they position themselves near powerful males, hoping to catch attention. Hoping to elevate their station through seduction and manipulation." "I would never-" "Look at me when I'm speaking to you," Celeste commanded. Sera raised her eyes, meeting Celeste's gaze directly for the first time. She saw jealousy there, and fe

I chuckled, the tension easing a bit as her excitement matched mine. This is insane, but she's eating it up. Maybe I can use this to figure out what's going on. "Future? Yeah, you could say that. 2023, actually. This little guy's a vibrator—makes things feel real good. For women, mostly. Or guys, if you're into that." Elizabeth's breath hitched, and she switched it off, tucking it into her bodice like a secret. Her hand brushed my arm, sending sparks through my skin.

As I eagerly sought out where she was standing I noticed Valerie and Chantelle in the room as well. Valerie was laying down on a chaise lounge and was inserting a massive cock shaped dildo into her pussy. It was at least 10 inches long and 5 inches in circumference but she took it all in without a problem. Chantelle on the other hand, was using a purple dildo and was gently rubbing her clit as she moaned softly.