Getting Fingered Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

He met my gaze with his own and said, “You have taken my côck, little devil, which is thicker and wider than my three fingers. You can take them.” And then slowly, he stuffed his thick fingers inside me. He made me take them just as he had said. I clutched the sheet in my fingers as my stomach tightened and my pûssy stretched around his fingers. I whimpered and moaned aloud, I could feel my muscles trembling and stretching as he started to slowly fûck me with his thick fingers. “Open your eyes and look down at what I’m doing to you, little devil. To your pûssy that belongs to me. To your wet and dripping pûssy. Watch how it’s coating my fingers in its juices.”

"You gonna come all over my fingers? Hmm? You wanna squirt all over my hand before I fuck you?" I couldn't form words. I just nodded, my breath coming in ragged pants. He pushed one thick finger inside me, then a second, stretching me, filling me. My inner muscles clenched around him, greedy. He fucked me with his fingers, his thumb still working my clit in tight, maddening circles. "I'm gonna... Alexander, I'm gonna..." "Come on," he commanded, his voice rough. "Let me feel it. Come on my fucking fingers."

“Liar. You’re soaked.” “Oh fuck,” I gasped as he sank those fingers deep inside me right there against the wall. He pumped them slowly at first, curling them perfectly while his thumb circled my clit. “You like being fingered by a masked stranger at my own ball?” he growled, adding a third finger and stretching me. “Such a filthy little event planner.” I moaned loudly, gripping his shoulders as he fucked me harder with his fingers. The wet sounds echoed in the private room. My hips rocked shamelessly against his hand.

The tall one’s fingers push inside me without warning. Two thick digits, forcing their way into my pussy, stretching me open. I gasp – can’t help it – and arch off the bed. “Tight,” he observes. “Wet and tight. She’s going to feel amazing.” He starts fucking me with his fingers. Slow, deliberate thrusts that make obscene wet sounds in the quiet room. His thumb finds my clit and presses – not gently. “You like that?” His mask hides everything but his eyes, and those are dark, predatory. “Like being tied up and finger-fucked by strangers?”

I ran two fingers through her folds, coating them in her slickness, then pushed them inside without warning. “Fuck… so tight,” I groaned. “You’ve been saving this pussy for me, haven’t you?” “Yes… Dr Hale…” she whimpered, pushing back against my hand. I curled my fingers, stroking the spot that made her cry out. “Call me Marcus when my fingers are inside you.” “Marcus… please…” I added a third finger, stretching her while my thumb circled her swollen clit. She was dripping down my hands and the wet filthy sounds filled the library.

“Julian… if you keep touching me like that we’re never going to eat.” But I opened my legs wider anyway, letting him push a finger inside me while I spread mayo on the bread. “That feels so good. Keep fingering me while I finish these.” He chuckled and kissed my neck, pumping his finger in and out. “Look at you trying to be domestic while I play with your cunt. You’re getting wetter by the second, baby. You like being fingered in the kitchen like a naughty little stepdaughter?” “Yes,” I breathed, grinding back on his hand. “I love it. Add another finger. Stretch me.” He pushed a second finger in and I gasped, nearly dropping the knife.

“Tight as hell. Gonna have to work you open nice and slow before I give you this cock.” I rode his finger, hips moving on their own, little whimpers falling out of my mouth. “More, Daddy, please. It feels so good. Your finger is so much thicker than mine. Stretch me more.” He added a second finger, pumping them in and out with wet sounds filling the quiet room, his thumb still working my clit. My juices were running down his hand, making everything messy and loud. “Listen to that. Your cunt is talking to me, sucking on my fingers like it wants more. You gonna cum on Daddy’s hand right here on the couch? Right where Mia could walk in and see her best friend getting finger-fucked by her dad?”

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.”

He pumped them steady, curling to hit that spot that made my toes curl. “You’re so tight, Mia. Gripping my fingers like you never want them to leave. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Your lecturer finger-fucking you in his office.” His thumb rubbed my clit in tight circles, building the pressure fast. I ground down on his hand, chasing more.

I slipped my middle finger back in her easily. "I wish you could see this view," I told her, "my cock slipping in and out, the lips of your hot little pussy clasping it and pulling out with each stroke. My finger, going in and out of that little brown hole. This is amazing." With that, I slipped my index finger in with the middle. She handled it pretty easy, with a few grunts, and after a few moments she was pushing back.