Getting Fingered Stories Novels & Stories

“Ride my fingers, Natalie.” I was ridiculously horny and I began to move back and forth riding his fingers. It felt so good that I wanted him to just tear off my clothes. My head fell slightly backward as he rubbed my throbbing, drenched p*ssy in a circular motion. I gripped his hair when I felt the pressure building inside me moving fast. I’ve never had anyone finger me and damn did it feel so good.

The pressure mounting, making the feel of his fingers fucking me feel so good. He entered two fingers, softly at first, then faster and faster. I trusted up and down against his fingers, my juices pouring down, wetting his trousers. I gave in to the feel of him finger fucking me. "If you fuck so good with your fingers, I can only imagine how good you'll feel once you're in me, baby," I whispered through each thrust. "Oh, Addy. You'll be telling my name out soon at the top of your lungs baby. You like that, Addy?" He whispered as he trusted his .fngers rougher, and faster making me want to come.

Showering, I often find myself fingering myself. Letting the hot, warm water spill across my body as I lean back in against the wall. one hand caressing between my large tits while I fondle them like my nightly paramour would. my fingers stroking down across the smooth, shaved mound of my pussy as I stroke across the sensitive tip of my clit, rubbing down across its hood to dip my wet fingers into myself as I feel myself getting closer and tighter to orgasm.

“Take my fingers like a good girl. Imagine if the guys over there knew I was fingering the cute cleaner behind the towels right now.” The dirty talk made me even wetter. I could hear the faint sounds of weights clinking and guys talking in the background, which only made the situation more thrilling and risky. Jax’s fingers pumped faster, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in firm circles. “You’re dripping down my hand, Lila,” he murmured hotly in my ear. “Such a naughty girl getting fingered at work. Does it feel good? Tell me.” I could barely speak. “Y-yes… it feels so good,” I whispered, my voice breaking.

His fingers quickly found the spot deep inside of me that felt good before he pounded his fingers against it fast and hard. It’s so good. I’ve never felt this good since the last time I slept with him that night at his hotel. It’s as he said, he really knows how to give it to me good. His fingers fucked my hole faster and harder. He thrusted his fingers skillfully against my g-spot while his tongue continued to lick my clit. This double pleasure was getting to be too much for me to handle.

He slips a finger in her hole, making her almost yelp in pleasure. His finger strokes her insides while his other hand massages her. Scarlett’s body starts to act on its own, matching his thrusts. She slightly moves with his fingers, feeling him touch her most innermost parts. The feeling is euphoric, setting her on fire with lust. He strokes her clit and f*cks her with his finger at the same time. Her walls tighten around him, her insides filling with anticipation.

"So goddamn tight and wet. Squeezing my finger like a vice. You like that, baby? Like your big brother finger-fucking this greedy little cunt?" "Yes," I moaned, head thrashing on the pillow as he added a second finger, stretching me wider, the wet squelching sounds filling the room obscenely. My hips rocked to meet every thrust, chasing the building pressure. "Oh God, yes, harder, Alex. Fuck me with your fingers."

My fingers push into her underwear, finding her already wet and ready for me. I curse under my breath, my fingers moving slowly over her clit, teasing her with soft, deliberate strokes. Her body trembles against mine, but I keep my other hand steady on the laptop, taking notes as if nothing else is happening. She’s so damn good at splitting my focus, keeping part of me on her while the rest of me tries to work. My fingers continue to move, circling her clit, watching her breathing grow heavier.

He pumped them slowly, curling, stroking that spot that made my toes curl. “Oh fuck—” I grabbed his shoulders, nails digging in. The wet sounds of his fingers working in and out of my dripping pussy filled the kitchen. He added a third finger, stretching me wider, and I cried out, grinding down on his hand. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice rough. “Ride my fingers, birthday girl. Show me how bad you need this.” I did. Hips rolling, chasing the pleasure as he finger-fucked me right there against the counter where Mom had just served lasagna. My juices ran down his wrist. The forbidden thrill made everything hotter—the risk that she could come back early, that this was so wrong.

“Watching me stroke my cock while you fingered your cunt.” Elena whimpered, gripping the counter tightly. “Alex… we can’t. Liam is right there.” His fingers pushed her panties aside and plunged two thick digits deep into her dripping pussy in one smooth motion. “Fuck… you’re absolutely soaked,” Alex groaned softly, pumping his fingers slowly but deeply. “This married pussy is clenching so hard around my fingers. You’ve been wet for me since dinner, haven’t you?” Elena’s thick thighs trembled. She bit her lip hard to stay quiet. “Yes… oh god, Alex. Your fingers feel so deep, I’m so wet it’s embarrassing.”