Fingering Novels & Stories

Her fingers thread through my hair, pushing me deeper between her legs, her hips rolling around me, riding my fingers. I thrust deeper, faster, making her scream louder. Her walls clench around my fingers, her arousal dripping down my fingers. She comes with a choked cry, her entire body shuddering as she pulses around my fingers, begging for more. I go slower, swallowing every drop of her orgasm. When her body starts to relax, I pick up the pace, working my fingers inside her while she whimpers repeatedly, begging me to let her come again. She's completely dazed now, riding my fingers with a slow, punishing pace.

"Fuck, Zane. You're gripping my fingers so tight, baby. So wet inside. So fucking perfect." His free hand slid up to my throat, not squeezing, just holding me there, his thumb pressing against my pulse point as if measuring how fast my heart raced for him. The possessive gesture made something warm and primal unfurl in my chest. "You love this, don't you? Love being fingered like a little slut in heat."

It matched the rhythm of his fingers as he started pumping them in and out. “ So fucking tight,” he growled, biting my lower lip. “This pussy is gripping my fingers like it was made for me.” I moaned and started riding his hand, rolling my hips to take his fingers deeper. The wet sounds of him fingering me filled the small space. He added a third finger, stretching me more, and I whimpered at the burn that quickly turned into pure heat. His thumb found my clit and rubbed tight, fast circles. My hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his suit jacket. I leaned back a little, looking down at where his hand disappeared under my dress. The sight made me e

In me. My middle and ring finger slipped inside of me and I had to bite my lip to muffle a moan from slipping out from the stretch. It wasn't enough— it never was, but it still was able to give me a small amount of pleasure that was absolutely maddening. It felt like I was teasing myself. My fingers were short, so no matter how hard I tried to reach that spot, it wasn't even close to touching it. Still, I slipped my fingers in and out, creating a tempo, using the slight friction to create arousal.

I pour lube across three fingers and spread it carefully, adding a small amount where it’s needed. Carter groans softly when I touch him. The sound nearly derails me. For a moment I almost lean down again. Almost. No. Focus. Prepare first. Lose control later. My first finger slides in smoothly. The fit is perfect tight, warm, like something designed exactly for this. I pause. Count slowly. One… Two… My body screams for speed, but I force myself to wait. By the time I reach ten, my second finger joins the first. The sight alone is enough to make my breath hitch.

she ordered. My eyes widened and my pussy clenched from both fear and desire. I’d heard of fisting, but it seemed too painful to imagine, still, this was what she wanted, and when she moaned my name again, I didn’t hesitate anymore. I tucked my thumb in and slowly worked my hand inside her. I started slow, fucking her with my fingers until she was wet enough for me to slip my hand inside her greedy pussy. “Penelope,” She whimpered, “clawing at my sheets. “Mmmg, just like that, make Mommy come all over your hand, pretty girl.”

Am I to deal with how seductive his whispers sounded or the low huff of his voice coming from his throat and sounding very close to my ears. He added a second finger, stretching me with a deliberate, rhythmic grace. He began to move them in a "come-hither" motion, finding the exact spot that made my brain go white. I arched my back, my hips instinctively rolling into the rhythm of his hand. Each thrust was deep and calculated, designed to make me unravel silently.

"Keep going, sir. Find out what figging is." Master typed in figging. "Peeling a ginger root into a phallus shaped object and inserting it into the vagina or rectum. Causes an intense burning sensation in two to five minutes, slowly diminishing over approximately 20-30 minutes. May be re-peeled to extend the burning sensation for longer periods of time. The burning sensation often increases when your vagina or rectum constricts around the root, so often accompanied by caning or other punishment to force such a constriction. I wonder how it would feel if you were fucked after you were figged? Would the ginger root leave juices which would burn my cock?"

Making a clear passage to dip his fingers Into her warm opening. One finger. He dipped in one finger, and frowned. Tight? Why was she so tight? Two fingers. Three fingers spread her completely open. Cinderella reacted with a sharp cry. She was so filled up, It felt as though he wanted to tear her Into two. " Royalty_ " Moan for me, baby. " He demanded, mercilessly thrusting his fingers In and out while grinding her waist against his fingers. The more, he grinded, the more he went dipper Into her, and the more she sang out his name like a bird.

He began to push in and out of me. I moaned more loudly again as he curved his fingers inside me. I covered my mouth before I could scream again. I can not believe that sound was coming from me. It was hard to believe I was the one moaning. He pulled out his fingers and stared down at me, his eyes were dark with the clouds of desire. "Do you know what they call that?" He asked, still staring at me. "Fingering, I just fingered you." He whispered. "And you enjoyed it." He added.