Incest Fantasy Confession Novels & Stories

I replied, moving my hips onto his hand. His fingers squeezed my clit so hard that I let out a cry that I doubt was not heard by the neighbours, with all the walls soundproof. “Talk clearly!! What is this IT!!? What do you want?!!” he mocked, aware how cleverly I was avoiding imploring him. “Fuck me!!! I beg you! I want to come to Mr Marcelo, My Lord pleaseee” I finally confessed, giving into these steamy temptations.

Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.” I felt a drool slip out of my mouth. I wiped it off and for the first time, the corners of my lips curved up. “I’m a slut.” It was a confession, one I had longed to say out loud. “Shit boys, we’ve got ourselves a real one here.” that was Green eyes. I felt cinnamon spank my ass, I gasped out. “Get on your knees, Slut” I didn’t care who the order came from, I scrambled to my knees without a second of hesitation.

Stefan was on a fast pace, seeking nothing but their releases. “I'm gonna cum…” she cried, panting heavily, as she met his thrusts and soon enough they exploded like fireworks. Stefan shot his release into her, filling her up with his warm fluid, that was when he realized he wasn't wearing a condom. He hammered a few times before pulling out. “We forgot…” he wanted to tell her, but she hushed him with a kiss. “I'm on the pills.”

I called out as he slammed his car door and disappeared into the street. The house feels so quiet now and all I wanted was to lock myself in and have sex but Dan wanted us to wait till our wedding night. I dropped my lingerie jacket on the floor and walked to the bar, pouring myself a drink, I opened my camera, spreading my legs apart as I slid my fingers in my pussy fucking myself while drinking the wine, I twirled it in my mouth. Uhhmmm, yes! yes! I moaned, sliding one more finger in, thrusting faster until my body shook, I slowly brought my fingers to my lips and sucked on them, turning my ass to the screen to spank myself.

“Harder…” I picked up the pace, slamming into her now, the wet sounds of our bodies echoing obscenely in the small space. Her juices coated my balls, dripping down her thighs. I could feel every ripple and squeeze inside her. She confessed everything in breathy whispers between thrusts dirty secrets about touching herself during Mass, fantasies about being caught, past hookups she’d never told anyone. Each revelation made me fuck her deeper, pounding into that tight, drooling cunt. Her breathing turned ragged. “I’m coming… I’m coming…”

' But I could hear the smile in her tone, the way she lingered on 'offended,' like she was daring me to imagine how. That first night, I absolved her, my hand trembling as I made the sign of the cross. But as she slipped out, her heels clicking on the stone floor, I lingered in the booth, hand slipping under my robes to stroke the ache she'd ignited. It was wrong... mortally so, but the release came swift and shameful, her name a silent prayer on my lips. Week two blurred into three, each confession more vivid, more invasive. She described blowjobs in alleyways, her lips wrapped around strangers dicks, slurping and gagging as they face-fucked her against graffiti-covered walls.

I'm not sure what Livvy saw on my face, but she frowned slightly and then whispered, "Do you want me to stop?" For a long time, I held her gaze. My mind was spinning. She had such a devilish look on her face, it made me wild with lust. But I knew she wanted more. And I knew I did, too. I wasn't about to let this end yet. Something inside me completely... snapped. I gave in fully to my incestuous desires. Sitting up quickly, I wrapped my arms around her back. Then, before she could say anything, I heaved both our bodies to the side, flipping my daughter onto her back. My cock stayed buried in her cunt the entire time.

Then, he furthered his confession by describing how he watched grown men fuck younger boys while pumping his own cock using his hand and soap. That confession just made me sweat a lot and my cock hard against my pants by the time it ended. I quickly walked away from the door before he could spot me, but the entire way home was hell, continuous flashes of imaginary scenarios of me fucking his ass hard till he begs for mercy. Micah was there, holding his rosary, very quietly. When we reached home and entered,the living room, I could not hold it in any longer. ''Micah, just wait," I began. "About your confession... I heard it."

I will explore all her weaknesses and push her buttons until she has no choice but to surrender to me. After a minute of silence, Kira asks, "If I tell the truth, you will let me come?" Since the woman wants me to think she is surrendering for pleasure, let’s play it that way. I push two fingers inside her wet pussy. "Of course. We’ll even tick off one item on your fantasy list." "He saved my father," she reveals. "That’s all there is between us, I swear." Not the whole truth, I realize. Still, it’s a step up from what I surmised was a secret affair between those two. I rub Kira’s clit while thrusting my thumb into her with slow strokes. She grips the armrest, thighs quaking as she comes ont

What we were doing right now was so bad yet the words spilled out of my lips before I could stop them. “I want you, please. I want to cum, Professor!” I cried out, and as soon as the words left my mouth, I heard a dark chuckle from Alexander. He leaned back and pushed me down onto the desk, laying me flat against it. My heart pounded, and I tried to get up but the next moment, I slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle the scream that tore from my throat as Alexander began thrusting his fingers fast inside me, making my back arch and my eyes squeeze shut as I tried to hold in the sounds threatening to escape.