Getting Fingered Stories Novels & Stories

"I wish you were here to fuck me." He stroked faster. "Finger that tight pussy. Two fingers. Pretend it's my cock stretching you." I pushed two fingers inside and moaned. It felt good but not enough. "Faster, baby. Tell me how bad you want my dick." "I want your big cock so bad," I cried. "I want you to fuck me hard like in my stories. I want you to fill me up and make me scream." My fingers moved quicker. The camera was recording everything on the call. I felt dirty and excited at the same time.

His fingers dipped inside the lace, stroking my slick folds. “Tell me what you want,” he murmured, circling my clit with perfect pressure. “Say it.” “I want your fingers inside me,” I confessed, hips rolling. “Please, Cas.” He groaned and pushed two thick fingers deep. I cried out, clenching around him. “Like that? Fuck, you’re tight. Soaking my hand already.” The wet sounds of his fingers pumping filled the room, obscene over the distant bass from downstairs. I rode his hand shamelessly, my tits bouncing with each thrust.

I shrieked as suddenly an idea popped into my mind. "What?" She raised her brows. "Choose one finger." I held out my two fingers in front of her. "What if you cheat?" She looked at me dubiously. "Okay fine, I'm writing in my copy." I write it in my notebook, if she chooses my index finger, so I'll first tell my story and if she chooses the middle finger, then she will tell first. I again pointed my fingers at her. She looked at me before moving her eyes to my fingers. As she touched my middle finger, a smile of triumph flashed on my face.

His fingers move inside of me as he kisses and bites my neck. I pant feeling my body climb. He starts to move his fingers inside of me in a slow torturous rhythm. I open my legs wider giving him better access to my pussy. He moves his fingers in and out slowly, I clench my pussy on the inside greedily. I love his fingers inside of me as much as I love his cock inside of me. I come softly with his fingers still moving inside of me. He looks at me as I come down from my high. He pulls his fingers out of me and licks them clean.

I felt his fingers against my e*trance and he slowly slid what felt like two of them, deep into my. ‘F*ck… f*ck.. Oh, god…’ I cried out with every thrust. Roman started curling his fingers up and applied pressure to my G-sp*t. I could feel myself already getting close. ‘I-I’m gonna c*m! F*ck, baby, I’m gonna c*m!’. I moaned out. Picking up the pace, he started f*cking me hard and fast with his fingers and soon enough, my p*ssy walls tightened around them and I clim*xed. He kept going until my org*sm started to fade and kissed back up my body.

But I stopped thinking anywhere besides that room in a house full of people, when I felt your fingers exploring me again, studying myself as a new and fun experience, making my moisture go down to your fingers. I heard a low swear word sounding from Fred's lips, and I sniffed when he slid his index finger on my entrance, making that noise as if in a pleading request for more. And Fred really answered my request. Slowly, Fred turned that finger into me, dragging himself against the sensitive walls of my intimacy. Without really finishing the movement, Fred inserted another finger, filling me, seducing me. Slowly, Fred stuck them and took them out, then decreased the space of time between each

But part of me wants to savor her, not treat her like food like I did with my other victims. I move the crotch of her panties to the side, slipping my middle finger inside her. She lets out a surprised gasp and moves her hips harder, humping at my hand. Her pussy is drenched, she’s one of those women that really gets sopping wet. I swirl and dig around, exploring her insides. The rippled walls clenched tight around my finger. I nibble at her neck again. A swift bite of my jaw and I could be feasting, drinking her life essence. I resist. She has no idea how close she is to death, no idea who is fingering her wet cunt right now.

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?”

But I keep chasing his addictive fingers. Dildo is overhyped. Whatever his fingers can’t do doesn’t exist. He treats me dirty and nastily— a whore for hire. Adding another digit, he fingers me stupid. “Greedy, little hole, eager for my fingers.” “Pull out!” ecstasy tunnels my vision. “I can’t take it anymore.” “You have to take five fingers to qualify for my dick.” He inserts another finger. “You’re doing well, Bunny.” My eyes roll into their sockets. “Fuck me… please.”

His fingers parted the swollen lips, finding her clit, a sensitive, aching pearl. He began to stroke it, slowly at first, his thumb rubbing with a deliberate, teasing rhythm. Her hips began to buck instinctively, grinding against his palm, desperate for more. She whimpered, a continuous stream of needy sounds. His fingers slipped inside her, one, then two, stretching her, filling her. The sensation was agonizingly exquisite. He thrust his fingers in and out, stretching her tight entrance, as his thumb continued to relentlessly tease her clit.