Freaky Rizz Lines Novels & Stories

My best friend ran out of here a couple weeks back, crying so hard she could barely talk. Rhea had said something pinned her down and fucked her hard. She even admitted that she orgasmed twice before she ran out, she called it a ghost and had suggested going to her shrink thinking she was running mad. I held her, told her it was okay, but fuck… the whole time she was describing it, from the cold hands fondling her breast, the weight crushing her as he fucked her intensely and how it just kept going— I was soaked. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud, while pressing my laps tighter together so I don’t give in to the pressing urge to pleasure myself with my hands and my vibrator.

Gonna fuck that tight cunt until you’re screaming my name and dripping my cum down your thighs. My breath hitched. I felt my pussy flutter and tighten. The text felt very private, something I shouldn’t even be a part of. But Lizzie kept going, voice low and excited, completely unaware she was torturing me. “He’s so freaky when he gets like this,” she giggled. “Last night he had me on all fours, and spanked my ass red.” “Oh?” That was all I said.

She ducked dramatically and I shaked my head at her. “You’ve noticed,” Karl began sang annoyingly, swinging her legs and spinning on the seat. “I have not noticed.” “You’ve noticed.” I grabbed a random receipt and crumpled it aggressively. “He’s just… there. Like background noise. Annoying background noise.” “Mhm. Tall, broad-shouldered background noise with that annoying calm voice and…” “Stop describing him.” Karl leaned forward, resting her chin in her palm. “You’re spiraling.” “I am not spiraling.” I disagreed, grabbing a seat to rest my legs from standing and scrubbing.

“We’re probably going to have to keep a steady stream of these coming in because the triplets are going to rip them off you. I call one wear each, and they’re shredded. We’ll get into teddies and more risque stuff once you’re comfortable with these, but let me know which cuts you like best. Cheekie, hipster, string bikini. I will not get you anything with brief in the name.” Thea smiled. “So glad you know about this stuff. They never covered this in any of my training.” “Lucky for you, I am well-versed.” “And yet, you’ve never dated anyone from school or the pack.” “Rule number one. Don’t dip your pen in the company ink,” Lizzy said. “I’m not going to have relations with anyone I have to see

My pussy had been wet for hours just from the dirty thoughts running through my head. “I’m fine,” I lied, taking another shot. The tequila burned down my throat and settled low in my belly, making me even bolder. “Just… tired of vanilla shit. I want something crazy. Something that actually makes me scream.” Priya’s eyes lit up. “Like what? Gangbang crazy?” The table went quiet for a second, then erupted in laughter and teasing. But I didn’t laugh. The word “gangbang” sent a fresh rush of heat straight to my core.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. "Are you surprised?” I gulp, resting my gaze to land on her thick hard cock. It's so... big. "Lessy," She drawls, her voice pulling me from my open gawking to look up at her.

Omarion had really gotten the better of her. She slammed the door behind her and angrily went over to her desk. “Fuck you!” she screamed and hit her hand on the table. She was so furious that thin lines appeared on her forehead. “Get the fuck out and send Isis in immediately!” Omarion’s words echoed in her brain. “Why is it always about that girl? Am I not good enough for Omarion that he wants to fuck another lady?” Racheal grinned. She smacked her lips. “And why the hell does he think I will call Isis?” Racheal chuckles. “To hell with both of them- Fuck!” she yelled.

I shook my head weakly, but my hips were already rocking against his hand, chasing the pleasure. He chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating against my neck. “Liar.” His thumb found my clit and started rubbing slow, firm circles while his fingers pumped deeper, faster. The dual sensation made my eyes roll back. Water sloshed over the side of the tub as my body jerked. “Look at you,” he whispered hotly. “Shy little Riley, pretending to be sick so she doesn’t have to face how badly she wants her professor’s fingers inside her cunt. So fucking adorable… and so fucking wet.”

I’m just a man with two beautiful, wet women who are begging for everything I have. "Yes! Just like that!" Ria screams, her body shaking as she hits a peak. She’s clenching so hard around my head I can barely breathe, her pussy pulsing and weeping all over my face. I can feel the tremors running through her thighs, her knees shaking against my shoulders.

A deep rumble I felt in my chest. "That's a corny line. I'm going to open my legs because I want you to taste me. Not because you can't figure out which one of us is the pussy or the eater." She laid back on my bed. The dark green sheets curled around her head of black curls, the perfect frame.