Getting Fingered Stories Novels & Stories

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I gasped as I felt his gloved hand slide between my thighs from behind, roughly cupping my dripping pussy. “Fuck… you’re soaked,” he muttered, almost in disbelief. Two thick fingers slid along my slit before pushing inside me. I moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand as he started fingering me slowly, deliberately. “You like this?” he asked, curling his fingers. “A stranger breaking into your home and fingering your married cunt?” “Yes…” I moaned, rocking my hips. “I like it too much.” He added a third finger, stretching me wider while his thumb found my swollen clit and rubbed it in tight circles. My legs started shaking. I was dripping down his gloved hand, making obscene wet sounds

I take my middle finger and my ring finger, and I slide all my rings except my engagement off, then I slide my fingers inside her, stuffing them in. "You're so tight." I say as I pump my fingers in and out of her. I tell her to flip over and she does, so I reward her with my fingers, pumping them inside her as i kiss her ass. She moans and grabs my wrist as I finger her. "How is ... how are you gonna fit?" she pants, moaning and breaking her arch.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

I place my hand flat on his desk, spreading my fingers and I start playing 'Five Finger Fillet' moving the pointed tip of the knife back and forth between my fingers, trying not to stab them. Which I don't because I'm a pro! I used to play this game with frat boys at parties; some of the boys bet me that if I lost, I would have to sleep with all five of them at once and because I LOVE TO FUCK... I purposefully stabbed my fingers, pouting as they escorted me to the room in front of everyone. I pounced on the biggest mother fucker behind closed doors, ripping off his clothes and climbing his torso, sliding down on his well-endowed cock with my legs clamping around him. By the time I had milked

“I need—please touch me.” “If you want me to touch you, you’re going to have to come on your fingers and feed them to me.” “Oh,” my head falls back in a daze, the mix of his dirty words and longing stare sending me over the edge. My stomach tightens and I move faster, chasing the sweet, satisfying feeling I get every time I sink my fingers deep inside my pussy. “Like this?” I whimper, my walls clenching around my fingers, squeezing them as if they were his cock. “Fuck!” I scream, my head falling back when I finally come. My walls squeeze my fingers, tightly rubbing against them as slick gushes down my hand. “Oh God,” I moan, my hips bucking into another. I want more, but I can’t move, my thi

“Your pussy is pulling my fingers in like it never wants to let them go.” On the giant screen, blood splattered violently across the darkness as another victim met a gruesome end, but none of it mattered to me now. All I could keep my attention on was the relentless rhythm of Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs. He fucked me harder with his fingers, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot inside while his thumb rubbed firm, relentless circles over my throbbing clit. The wet, slick sounds of his fingers plunging in and out of my soaked core filled the small space around us.

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.

My fingers pounded away on the keyboard as in the story I pounded away on Miss Ross. Of course I didn't start fucking her until she had given me an eye rolling blow job that ended with her letting my cum drool out of her mouth and onto her tits. From there she had hopped back onto the desk for me to take over where I left off and suck her off with my fingers buried in her pussy. I described her as wailing like a banshee as she came beneath my eager tongue and telling me to stand back up and slam the shit out of her. The story then went into the two of us going around the world. My stud of a story self banged her with her legs spread wide, bent over her desk, and doggy style on the floor.

It matched the rhythm of his fingers as he started pumping them in and out. “ So fucking tight,” he growled, biting my lower lip. “This pussy is gripping my fingers like it was made for me.” I moaned and started riding his hand, rolling my hips to take his fingers deeper. The wet sounds of him fingering me filled the small space. He added a third finger, stretching me more, and I whimpered at the burn that quickly turned into pure heat. His thumb found my clit and rubbed tight, fast circles. My hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging into his suit jacket. I leaned back a little, looking down at where his hand disappeared under my dress. The sight made me even wetter. His grey eyes were l