Novel & Cerita Histoires Erotiques

, he mumbled. Then his slid his fingers into my wet pussy. I gasped and closed my eyes, my heart pounding. There's no way this is actually happening. He slid one finger inside me slowly, then the other one, and he started driving them inside me, making me whimper, his fingers were big and long and they felt so good. I didn't even care if this was against company policy I just wanted him inside me. He pulled my robe off throwing it to the ground and grabbed my breast in his hands and started sucking them, making me moan, he played with my nipples a little while sucking them and then he stopped.

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

I was already soaked, my pussy lips were swollen and slick. He watched every move I made. Then he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, it was thick and hard. The head was already wet with precum, he wrapped his hand around it and started stroking slowly. “Tell me what you wrote,” he said. I kept rubbing my clit in small circles. My breath came faster. “I wrote about a man coming in after closing. He bends me over the desk, he pulls my skirt up and fucks me hard.” He stroked faster. “Keep going.”

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

It took almost three hours of typing and his encouragement until I had fully unloaded my crappy life onto his shoulders. As he started to tell me more about himself, I found that he was a 55-year-old man who lived about five hundred miles away from me and had led a not dissimilar life. He had been married and divorced twice, and his current wife was not sexual at all. He had been using the chat room as an outlet for his sexual frustrations for two years now and occasionally wrote erotic stories for an online site. All his stories were about his fantasies of having sex with another man, although he claimed he had only tried it twice—neither time was all that satisfying. I asked him to direct

I fail. My hand slides down between my legs before I can stop it. I’m soaked. The second my fingers brush my clit a shameful little sound slips out of me. I rub in tight circles, replaying the crack of his palm, the way he wiped my own wetness across my burning cheek, the heavy taste of him on my tongue. I’m already close again when the floorboard in the hallway creaks. I yank my hand away, fast like I’ve been burned. Nathan steps into the doorway. He looks at my shiny fingers, at the way my knees are still parted, at the flush on my face. He doesn’t raise his voice.

he said, eyes still on his laptop. He didn’t react to the hug. This wasn’t her first time. Doe ignored him. “Aren’t you done?” she asked. “Almost.” She stayed quiet for a while, then dragged her fingers slowly across his chest. His body stiffened, but he didn’t say a word. She traced her fingers over his abs, playing with them quietly, before she suddenly asked, “Who was your first sex?” Hero’s fingers stilled on the keyboard. “Wh-what? Why are you asking…?”

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Without really meaning to, he ended up clicking over to one of his favorite p**n sites, an open forum where amateur nude photos of women were the bread and butter. He clicked on a promising looking link, and gawked at the screen as he clicked through a photoset of an insanely attractive woman around hismom’s age. She slowly stripped her clothes off, photo by photo, giving him a slow, still striptease, and exciting Billy’s cock into a state of rock hardness. “Have you had any luck?” “The door swung open, and his mom stepped in through it. Billy only just barely had enough time to click to a different tab.

I was still draped over Nick’s chest, limp and glowing, every muscle humming from the way they’d just wrecked me. Their cum leaked slowly and warmly down my thighs, thick and sticky, a filthy reminder of how thoroughly they’d claimed me on this throne. The fairy lights twinkled lazily above us, casting red and green shadows over sweat-slick skin, the grotto still heavy with the scent of sex and pine. Marcus’s fingers traced lazy, filthy circles on my inner thigh, teasing higher each time, brushing the sticky mess between my legs. When he grazed my swollen clit, I jolted with an oversensitive gasp, hips twitching.