Getting Fingered Stories Novels & Stories

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.

I should not be too forward " Is it going to hurt "oh God I could do this all day " No... I'm just gonna, um , like finger you once sorta " finger? I'm cool with it I sit on a chair and slowly part my leg. I've never been fingered allmy life but t here right now the person that i have always crushed on is going to finger me. Oh i raise the towel all up to my belly and spread my legs as wide as I can.

I had assessed her as a gossip journalist with sharp eyes and moved on. Tonight I went further. Cecily Fong, twenty-eight. People mostly knew her through Silverton Social events, party photos, that glamorous upper-class scene. She had also published in other outlets. She had written for four other publications, two of them well-respected. In the past eighteen months, she had broken two stories that the bigger outlets had missed. One involved a property developer hiding financial irregularities through three shell companies. The other was about a charitable foundation whose accounting was actually moving money in shady ways that eventually brought in regulators. Both stories required careful

After the wound on my hand had mostly healed, I went to work at an orphanage as a music teacher. The children there were incredibly sweet. No matter how casually I played, they always responded with the most sincere praise. "Mr. Clinton, that was amazing! You're the best piano teacher ever—way better than that Petrova guy in our textbooks!" When they noticed my missing finger, they would say things like, "Mr. Clinton must've been too perfect, so fate got jealous and took one of his fingers away."

Two thick fingers immediately found my slick folds and pushed straight inside me “Fuuuck,” he groaned, curling them deep. “So fucking wet again. Your pussy is greedy as hell, sucking my fingers in like it’s starving for some dick. You’ve been touching yourself every night thinking about this, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I admitted, hips rolling against his hand. The wet sounds of his fingers pumping into me filled the car. “Every night. I cum whispering your name… imagining your dick fucking me hard instead of my fingers.”

“Finger me. I need to feel you inside me.” He pushed two thick fingers deep into my pussy, curling them against my G-spot. I moaned loudly, rocking against his hand. “Like this?” he asked, pumping his fingers faster. “You like your stepbrother fingering your tight little cunt?” “Yes,” I gasped. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.” He added a third finger, stretching me open while his thumb rubbed my clit. I came hard, crying out his name as my pussy clenched around his fingers, juices running down his hand.