Getting Fingered Stories Novels & Stories

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.

My pussy clenched wildly around his fingers as he continued to stroke my pussy walls with each thrust. “Ahhh…it’s so good…” I moaned shamelessly when Hayden curled his fingers upwards to directly thrust against my g-spot. “It feels good here, doesn’t it? Your pussy is clenching hard around my fingers…” Hayden teased seductively. His fingers continued to work their magic and my legs grew weaker and weaker. If he keeps on fingering me, I’m going to climax very soon. Another wave of my hot juices spurted out onto his fingers while he continued to ram his fingers inside of me from various angles. His fingers thrusted deeply into my love tunnel, and I pushed my hips upwards against his hand to fo

“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.

I bit my lip, removing the phone from my ear waiting to see the notification. And once in, my stomach busted into a nest of butterflies... It's just a finger of his pinky, come down Candice. "Okay, I believe you." "How about you send yours too." "Fine." I rushed to my bedroom, lit the lights and made sure I got the perfect shot of my finger, "did you get it?" "I did, and now you can start talking, free of judgment for the law of the pinky stands." "Okay... Well, I like clubbing."

“You don’t want Maya to hear her precious best friend getting finger-fucked by her big sister, do you?” I shook my head frantically, moaning into her palm as she started pumping her fingers in and out of my tight pussy. She curled them perfectly, hitting that sensitive spot inside me with every stroke. The wet, obscene sounds of her fingers plunging into my soaked cunt were barely covered by the music from the party. “Look at you,” Lena growled, fucking me harder. “Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut right here on the rooftop. Anyone could walk around this corner and see me ruining your tight cunt.”