Festering Bloody Finger Novels & Stories

"Does nasty-girl have any requests?" "Oh, fuck, Kev!" she answered. "Shove your fingers up my hot fucking cunt! Finger-fuck my pussy! Jesus, you have me so frigging horny right now!" He pushed his middle and index fingers up her cunt, while at the same time extending his thumb to rub across her asshole. He shoved his fingers as deep into his sister's cunt-hole as he could, and then held his fist mashed hard against her pussy lips as his thumb wiggled against her butt-hole.

I seethed into his ear, the stench of piss and grime offending my senses. "I... could… show… it… to... your… friend!" He stammered, fear clawing at his throat. My blood boiled furiously, adrenaline and anger fuelling my jealousy. As quick as a flash, my hand gripped his throat, lifting him off the ground. His fingers clawed at the flesh of my hands, tearing my skin. My blood pooled over our hands, making his fingers slip clumsily as they tried to free him from my iron hold. I could feel him trembling under my grasp, tightening my grip on his fragile airways with a sadistic grin.

“From cooking with you—your fingers fucking me while I try to make dinner. It’s so dirty… so *perfect*.” “That’s the fucking plan, my sovereign,” he rasped, nipping sharply at the claiming bite on my throat until I shivered and arched. His fingers curled deeper, thumb circling my swollen clit with expert pressure, building me higher with every stroke. “My brilliant omega chopping vegetables with her legs spread wide and my thick fingers buried in this greedy, cum-stuffed hole. You’re going to finish these carrots while I finger-fuck you through another orgasm, Rose. Then I’m bending you over this counter again, knotting you properly while the stew finishes simmering. Every flavor in that pot

She continued fingering herself with her three fingers, my long tongue moving round my lips, while it reminisced on how good she had tasted. “Now take in another finger.” She stopped fingering, she bite her lower lip and looked at me, her mouth curving and desperate to safe the safe word. “C’mon baby girl. You know you can take it all in. Do not be a softie.” “She hugged at me and added tow more fingers, this time her five fingers into her pussy howl. This was my first time seeing someone fist herself and it was such a delicious site. Her whole ducked fist entered and she moved it, probably enjoying the moment because she shut her eyes and moved erotically.

"All this cream for your stepbrother. What would your mother say if she knew her sweet daughter was creaming herself for me?" I was shaking, grinding against his hand like a desperate whore. The pleasure was overwhelming. He slid one thick finger inside me, then two, stretching my tight pussy while his thumb tormented my clit. "Look at me while I finger you," he ordered. I forced my eyes open, staring into his cruel, beautiful face as he fingered me faster, curling his fingers against that perfect spot inside me. "You’re going to cum for me, Raven," he commanded, choking me lightly with his other hand. "Cum on your bully stepbrother’s fingers like the filthy little slut you are."

SLICE. White-hot agony shot up my arm as he severed my pinky finger clean off. I screamed. Blood sprayed across the table. My finger rolled off and landed in a puddle of whiskey and dirt. Scarface leaned in close, his breath rancid. "You have twenty-four hours," he whispered. "Bring me the girl... or I kill you, your whore mother, and your useless father. Then I'll find your little sister and fuck her until she breaks." He kicked my severed finger across the floor.

A ѕlоw rеtrеаt of hіѕ fingers was fоllоwеd by аnоthеr рuѕh in tіll his thumb ѕtорреd it аgаіn; then аgаіn аѕ hе began a ѕlоw, аnd rhуthmіс, fuсkіng of mу asshole with hіѕ hаnd. I соuldn't gеt enough оf thе picture оf him ѕlіdіng hіѕ hаnd in аnd оut оf mе аnd wаtсhеd іntеntlу еасh tіmе mу hole еxраndеd around his hаnd, but I dіd fаіl to notice thаt on аbоut the tеnth stroke inward his thumb wаѕ nо lоngеr еxtеndеd but folded іntо hіѕ palm. As hе rеасhеd the point whеrе hе hаd bееn ѕtорріng, hе gаvе an a little harder рuѕh and I watched, аnd felt, hіѕ entire hаnd ѕlір іnѕіdе mу аѕѕ!

Before he could start to truly panic though, the hot mouth sucked on his fingers, and a tongue licked them and teeth scraped against them. Kenchiki looked on with wide eyes as his fingers were licked, sucked, and scraped by teeth and couldn't stop the reaction down below. His eyes got even larger as the warm mouth surrounding his fingertips sucked him in until the knuckle. He gulped, transfixed. His knees became weak, and he dropped down beside the bed carefully so as not to wake its occupant and placed his head gently on his brother's naked chest, moaning at the feel of that warm, wet mouth around his fingers and imagining it somewhere else. This was such sweet torture. **********

I gasped as I felt his gloved hand slide between my thighs from behind, roughly cupping my dripping pussy. “Fuck… you’re soaked,” he muttered, almost in disbelief. Two thick fingers slid along my slit before pushing inside me. I moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand as he started fingering me slowly, deliberately. “You like this?” he asked, curling his fingers. “A stranger breaking into your home and fingering your married cunt?” “Yes…” I moaned, rocking my hips. “I like it too much.” He added a third finger, stretching me wider while his thumb found my swollen clit and rubbed it in tight circles. My legs started shaking. I was dripping down his gloved hand, making obscene wet sounds

The fit is fucking tight, the ring of muscle fighting the invasion of my finger. "Lorenzo," Celestine moans, her ass contracting around my finger. I raise my upper body with a hand on the bed, my eyes drift down to where we're joined. "Goddamn, look at that. You look so beautiful with your holes filled up." Her ass contract around my finger as if on cue. "I can't wait for my cock to be replacing this finger." That finger sinks in by another knuckle. "Oh, God." Celestine moves around the bed, trying to pull away. But with her bound hands and her body pressed against the bed and me, it proves an impossible task. "It hurts," she whimpers.