Fisting Literotica Novels & Stories

His finger glides up her skin and I swear with the name of the goddess, I'll lick away his touch from her skin. My wolf snarls and paces the edges of my mind. His tail wagging with unrestrained anger and possessiveness. “Uh…uh…” The whispers of mewls and the slapping of a dick into a pussy beside me stoke my fire of need. Eventually, the little fiasco stops and a loud ovation follows. “You okay?” I hear Lester’s voice penetrate my fogged mind. “Yeah…” I grit out, watching the stage, tracking the gigolo as I think about the best way to cut off his goddamn fingers.

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

Her fingers making obscenely loud squelching noises every time she plunged back into Lucie's soaked twat. Emma was finger fucking her friend so hard and so fast Lucie could hardly breathe it felt so good. She knew she would have a massive orgasm as the waves of pleasure washed over her as Emma's hand thoroughly fucked her sopping wet and engorged red pussy. Emma turned up the heat as she managed to move her thumb so it rubbed over Lucie's clit every time she shoved her hand into Lucie's squelching wet cunt making Lucie scream loudly each time.

I pull out and grab the fisting gloves—black latex, lubed thick. “Gentlemen, watch this forbidden shit. These sluts take fists like pros.” Lila first. I work four fingers into her dripping cunt—twisting, stretching. She moans, spreading wider. Then my thumb. Knuckles deep. I push—slow, relentless—until my whole fist pops inside. She screams in ecstasy, body convulsing. “Fist-fuck me, Sir! Ruin my breeding hole for the audience!” I pump my arm—deep, churning her insides, elbow nearly vanishing.

asshole did not close completely but only narrowed the gape gasping like a fish thrown out of water. Obviously the owner loved it very much and often engaged it with all kinds of plugs, vibrators, speculums, carrots, bananas (just like the notorious nuns in the joke), long cucumbers, broomsticks, bottles and other elongated objects. This guy is a genuine long-time fisting expert. He posts his photos on foreign pornographic websites.

Leila only smiled as he left, she kept on focusing on the files, trying to sort it out when she was interrupted by Jones, she rolled her eyes, what was the woman doing on this floor when her desk was underneath the executive floor. “Leila, you are really a slut! You know that right?!” Jones screamed, attacked her with her words Leila just opened her mouth in surprise, she wanted to talk but she could not say anything. “You’re deaf and dumb now right? I always wondered how you always receive favors from everybody and it turns out you are banging the boss, someone that has a fiancée. You are a slut! Your video is everywhere. You and the boss making out in an elevator”

The entire performance had dissolved into something far more chaotic and primal. Lila’s eyes widened as the men surrounded her. She was still fingering herself, legs spread on the chaise, when the first man reached her. The tall businessman grabbed her wrist and gently but firmly pulled her hand away from her pússy. He replaced her fingers with his own, thrusting two thick digits deep inside her soaked cúnt while his thumb rubbed hard circles over her swollen clít. “So fúcking wet,” he growled. “You were made for this, weren’t you?”

When she was done stitching her hand back on, she grabbed a blood bottle from the table and chugged it. Truth be told, I was not sure how to feel. It was difficult to endure the image of my friend cutting herself so severely, but was it not splendid that she was expressing herself through creative performance? Based on the lyrics of her song, I gathered that Loretta was overcome with conflicted feelings of her own—feelings she could express only through her art. The masochism seemed to be part of the message, as well as serving as a distraction from the heretical nature of the lyrics.

And the man inserted another finger into her dripping pussy, making Nathalie gasp at the sudden wave. "Owh! You….!" She threw her head back as her body twitched upon his slow and teasing movements, Lucas began to wet his fingers within her opening like an explorer. Nathalie intentionally moved, switching her side which made the cherry fall, and she looked at him with a mischievous grin which made Lucas pause. He pulled out his fingers and licked them slowly in front of her, while his heated gaze never left her face.

This shit sounded like a lullaby. As we approached the stairs, i was beginning to start panicking all over again but i felt roman tighten his grip on his hand. He linked our arms as we walked down the stairs, I felt the stares from different people and I could hear distant mumbling. “Ignore anything that should be ignored” Roman whispered as we finally came down the stairs. People began approaching us, rather approaching Roman. I wanted to pull away but he held me still. “Good evening, Mr Lysander. How are you doing?” A lady from the group that approached us asked.