Novel & Cerita Fingering Sex Stories

Celeste kissed her slowly, tongue teasing, hips rocking. The woman stripped out of her dress. No lingerie. Her body was toned, curved, and commanding. She walked to the bed, climbed on behind Celeste, and pressed her body flush against her back. Her breath tickled Celeste’s ear. “I’ve heard about you.” Celeste moaned as her fingers slid between her legs. “Damian’s little masterpiece.” Her hand was skilled. Slow. Teasing. Dominant. Celeste gasped as the woman’s fingers slipped inside her, curling expertly, already finding the spot that made her eyes roll back.

I dipped my tongue inside her and rolled it, tasting her, exploring every inch. Tina's hand flew to my hair, gripping tight, her hips lifting to meet my mouth. She began to ride my tongue, her movements rhythmic and desperate. I matched her pace, thrusting my tongue in and out of her while my hands continued to fondle her breasts above. I pulled back just enough to look up at her. "You taste so good." Then I slid two fingers inside her. The moan that tore from her throat was raw and animalistic. Her walls clenched around my fingers immediately, hot and tight and slick. I began to thrust, in and out, curling my fingers to find that spot inside her that I knew would make her lose her mind.

“It feels so good to be stretched to the point of it hurting. It turns me on to think about it being a cock, holding me open like that…” I sobbed with pleasure as he slipped a finger into my anus. He worked it in and out. The walls of my pussy pulsed around Nate’s cock, which pulsed in response. “More,” I said to Alex. “I want more.” Doing my bidding, Alex slipped in another finger. “I love the way you’re opening up for me,” he said, and slipped in a third finger. “Please,” I begged, “I can’t wait anymore.” “Tell us what you want, Emma,” Nate commanded from beneath me. “Tell us what you want us to do to you right now.”

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.

Tell me Ruby or I'll take my hands away. "Yes Sir, please touch my wet pussy please, make me cum!" "That's my Good girl" he replied and his fingers find her dripping wet pussy. He slowly slides one finger inside her wet pussy while rubbing her clit with the palm of his hand. "That's it, baby, Damn I feel you clenching my finger, you're so tight" He slides another finger in and scissors his fingers inside to stretch her then he fucks her deep with his fingers while she moans and grinds her clit down on his hand. "That's it Ruby, cum for me, cum all over my fingers!" Yes, I'm Cumming Sir, she says as her body tightens up and then drenched his fingers in her creamy juices. He pulls his fingers

He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”

My fingers pounded away on the keyboard as in the story I pounded away on Miss Ross. Of course I didn't start fucking her until she had given me an eye rolling blow job that ended with her letting my cum drool out of her mouth and onto her tits. From there she had hopped back onto the desk for me to take over where I left off and suck her off with my fingers buried in her pussy. I described her as wailing like a banshee as she came beneath my eager tongue and telling me to stand back up and slam the shit out of her. The story then went into the two of us going around the world. My stud of a story self banged her with her legs spread wide, bent over her desk, and doggy style on the floor.

He clarified. Curiosity piqued me. I wanted to ask if the story his brothers told about him was true but I couldn't bring myself to ask the question. “The safe word for her was Stop.’’ he began, almost as if he read the question in my heart. He grabbed one of my hands from his chest and sucked a finger. “In the middle of sex, she kept chanting that. Each time I stop…” he grabbed the next finger and sucked that as well. “She would drag me back, telling me she wasn’t asking me to stop.”

Until then, I was trapped here, touching myself for strangers and counting every tip. I slipped a hand under my t-shirt, idly playing with my nipple as the movie played on. The ache between my legs was already coming back. I kept teasing my nipple under my shirt, rolling it between my fingers as the couple on the TV fucked passionately. My pussy was getting wet again, that familiar ache building. The money from the call still had me buzzing… $700 just for riding a dildo and moaning like a slut. I wondered if HotFantasy88 would message again soon. Part of me hoped he would.

With my neck exposed to her mouth, she sucked on my pulse point. I couldn't believe how excited my body was again to feel her. I'd been fingered before, but Liv was the first person who'd fucked me with her fingers like she did. In the past, hands-on stimulation had always just been a prelude to the main act with a toy or the real thing... A 'thoughtful gesture' by whoever I was with to ascertain that I was wet enough. For my girlfriend though, fingering was a whole-body activity... how active and attentive she was during sex was just breath taking..