Female Yandere Stories Novels & Stories

Janice was tired of this. Every afternoon she curled up on the couch with her tablet, devouring filthy stories about women who got fucked the way they truly needed — rough, hungry, shameless. Her hand would slip into her panties, fingers frantically rubbing her swollen clit until she came in quick, disappointing waves. It was never enough. Months ago, her husband had made sure of that. He’d discovered her small stash of toys and exploded. “What kind of wife needs that shit?” he’d yelled. “Are you saying I don’t satisfy you?”

"It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent." "Wasn't my brother enough of a man for you?" "Master is the most skillful lover I've ever had. The best orgasms of my life have been with him?" "Would you agree, Lisa?" Cindy asked. "Definitely. Totally cosmic cums; much better than my former husband." "The one who raped you both, who got shot? Mom and Dad told me about him." "That's the one." "So why did you fantasize about multiple men fucking you?" Cindy asked.

I leaned in, my eye catching the gap. Daniel was sitting right there in his big gaming chair. But he wasn't playing anything. His pants were kicked down all the way to his ankles, bunched up around his sneakers. And there was this girl, some blonde I didn't recognize kneeling right between his thick legs. She was completely naked, her back arched so far I could see the bones of her spine. From where I was standing, I could see everything. Her ass was pushed back, and I could see the pink wet lips of her pussy staring right at me. She was busy. Her mouth was buried on Daniel’s cock, moving up and down in a fast, messy rhythm. I watched the way her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked, the wet, s

Combined with Fin's shaft in my arse and the werewolf king's hand on my cock, I felt like crying out from intense pleasure. "You love it, don't you?" The vampire king whispered into my right ear. "I bet you have been fantasising about being taken by three men." He tugged on my nipples just as the werewolf king took my shaft into his mouth. I cried out from the pleasure. It was too much. Fin's thrust picked up. His tempo was as fast as the werewolf king's mouth on my shaft. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head from intense pleasure.

I'd spent the entire class half hard behind the podium, forcing myself to focus on the projector while she crossed and uncrossed her smooth legs every few minutes. And here she was, Layla Turner, an A+ student turned self-sabotaging brat, dripping on my table because she couldn't wait any longer. Such an impatient little slut. I'd been eager to play this game with her all session. Who knew she would snap so soon? Christ, she was perfect. Her pussy was slick with arousal, already swollen from nothing other than anticipation of being fucked. I leaned back in my chair, watching as she slid her fingers down, tracing her slit for a few seconds before dipping two fingers in.

Elena’s voice was a soft, breathy whisper. "I want you to throw me against the wall," she whispered. "I want you to rip that red thong off my body. I want to feel your hands everywhere. I want you to lick my pussy until I’m screaming your name so loud the neighbors hear. And then, I want you to fuck me until I can't stand up. I want to be your toy, Dante." Dante’s breath hitched. He felt like his heart was going to explode. The erotica of her words was too much. He couldn't sit in his office anymore. He was a man of action, and his wife had just issued a challenge.

She loved it that when I ate her out, I played with her slightly sagging B cup breasts and tweaked her nipples. When she came down from her high, she pulled my head up so I could look her in the eye, and she guided my cock inside her now soaking wet cunt. She made the endearing noise she always made when I entered her, a contented "Ahh," and her hands rested on my bum cheeks as I sank all the way in. Mandy is 48 years of age and the managing director of her own online women's clothing company. She is married to John who hasn't been able to get it up for a few years now and so she comes to me to get her rocks off.

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

Lizzie The room was dark except for the glow of my laptop screen. My headphones was on my ears, drowning me in the filthiest moans I could find online. On the screen, a girl was on her knees, drool dripping down her chin while three cocks slammed into her throat. Behind her, another man was pounding her pussy raw. I bit my lip, my fingers sliding under my panties. God, the way they fucked her and used her like nothing more than a toy, it made my pussy gush.

"I told you Austin and I broke up and you never asked why, and your babe Austin couldn't even tell you he once dated a futanari .. " Jessica was bewirlded as she closed her eyes, trying to remember one of the stories her dad usually told her back then. Futanari were women who has the sexual reproductive organ of a male. They were sadistic, depressed and angry creatures who enjoyed torturing people and themselves. Oh no Why hadn't Austin warned her in time. Why had she got to be so unlucky and had fallen into the hands of a futanari. Suddenly, something was slapping against her face and she was snapped back into reality as she saw the 10 inch cock hovering above her face, the tip calling out