Getting Fingered Stories Novels & Stories

I can’t see what they’re doing, but I’ve seen enough p**n to know that he is fingering the woman I came to declare my love for. She wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him. He towers over Ellie, so her face rests against his muscular chest, even though she’s standing on tiptoes. Her legs tremble. I see her face contorting with pleasure, mouth open, eyes half-closed. He withdraws his fingers. Ellie lowers herself again, standing on her feet now. She looks up at him. I can only imagine the expression on her face. He holds up his hand near her face. Two fingers are slick and shiny. I notice – my gut twisting in agony – that each of his fingers is thicker than two of mine. Ellie opens her mo

He opened his mouth and put my fingers inside as he start sucking on my fingertips. I moaned quietly as his tongue swirled around my fingers. I felt dizzy as I tried to keep myself steady and focused. I felt more intense feelings as he suckled my fingers. He sucked until my finger was numb. Then he took them out and massaged my clit, rubbing it slowly.

His free hand grabbed my ankle and flung it over a shoulder. "Oh." I sighed, my mouth hanging open. His fingers pumped inside me with a maddening urgency while our eyes locked in a battle of lust. The sloppy sounds of his actions caused me tighten around his fingers and arch my back like a greedy slut. I was moaning so loudly with no restri Had fingering ever felt this good? "You're so fucking tight, princess. Do you feel how your little cunt is strangling me?" He groaned, starting to twist his fingers inside me until my eyes rolled back.

I just wanted more…more than what his fingers could give me. My legs trembled and tingles ran amok as my juices lathered his fingers, soaking into my underwear. With one arm holding me upright, his fingers slowly began to retreat from my hole, and on instinct, I grabbed his hand, holding it in place. He looked at me, his darkened eyes staring into my own. Our desires were clear as day, but he was the only one who was hesitating. I slid my hand down his own, fingers drifting between his and dipping into my dripping hole. I pushed a finger in, moaning as the heat engulfed it.

Although, I needed to add some lie, to make the story seem more interesting, and to make it lengthier. The story was short but I wanted it to be lengthy because my grumpy old boss, Mr Derrick never ceased the opportunity to lay constant complains whenever I wrote short articles or news. He usually read the story before it would undergo publishing. Currently, I was having slight pains on my finger tips which had been on the keyboard for the past three hours. And my throat was getting dry from lack of liquid. Even my stomach was grumbling like an old man who was forced to exercise. I drummed my fingers on my desk before sucking them one after the other. I usually do that to ease the pains.

As I watched the woman on the phone get battered from behind, I began to finger myself while holding my phone in my left hand. Holding back my m0ans was really difficult because I was so turned on. I needed to be fvvked badly, and it was very annoying. After a while, I pulled my fingers out of my c00chie and licked them after pushing in harder. I am aware that I tasted really good. I still don't understand why my b@stard ex didn't want to give me my head. My thumb rubbed my cl!t as I reinserted my two fingers, fingering faster. I closed and then opened my eyes again and again.

I whined, as he thrust in another finger, moving at a very fast pace as he thrust in and out of my pussy. "Tell me what you imagined," he ordered. His fingers were starting to hit my G-spot and I was already at the edge. "I— I imagined you rubbing my thighs until your found your way between my legs only to realise that I don't have panties on," I said, suddenly feeling embarrassed, as he finger fucked me. "And then what?" He asked. "I imagined you making me cum with your mere fingers," I confessed, and he began to fasten his pace. I closed my eyes from the pleasure and arch my back, granting him more access, as I cum all over his hands.

" I crawled over to Jayden's lifeless body which lay on the bed, my fingers roamed on the woven mat where Jayden was lying. I was going to touch him, I touched him. I suddenly felt my body pushed back and I hit my head on the linoleum. My hands laid smoothly in a straight line. “chop off her pinky fingers from her right hand." I wept not dragging with them, as a sharp blade was raised, and in a glance my pi my fingers rolled off. The air in my lungs all escaped, I was weak and battered to scream, I was just still with my eyes looking at my pinky fingers which struggled for life, in a blink it turned black. “Suck him without touching his body, or else I'll chop off your fingers! You're useles

When he captured my nipple between his fingers, I arched my back harder and ground my pussy against his bulge, desperate for him to put it inside me already. He grabbed one of my breasts, then dropped his other hand between my legs, shoving them between my sopping pussy lips, then into me. He shoved his fingers into me over and over, hitting my G-spot every time. I threw my head back and placed a hand over my mouth, the pressure building higher and higher in my core. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through my body, my legs trembling. Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, he held his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams, then dipped his head to whisper into my ear, “My son can’t make you c

I clamp down on my fingers, hips bucking wild, hot waves crashing as I gush over my hand. “Dame—fuck—yes!” I cry, voice breaking, riding his imaginary tongue through every spasm, drawing it out long and filthy until I’m trembling, boneless, dripping. I finally still, chest heaving, fingers still buried inside, thighs slick and shaking. Then the haze clears. I just fingered myself senseless to the memory of a dangerous criminal. A man who lied to get me in bed. A man who runs guns, drugs, and God knows what else.