Interesting Short Stories Novels & Stories

I had lost all track of time. Hours had blurred into one endless haze of grunting, thrusting, and overwhelming sensation. I no longer knew if it was still Saturday night, Sunday, or even Monday. The underground cage had become my entire world. The beast had taken me continuously for what felt like days without pause. He refused to let me sleep for more than a few minutes at a time. Whenever exhaustion pulled me under and I fainted, I would wake to the familiar stretch of his thick cocks already buried inside me again, his hips moving in slow, possessive strokes as he claimed both my holes once more.

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

I never thought a stupid prank by my so-called friends would change everything. It was supposed to be harmless. A silly dare during a weekend hangout at my house while Mom was away visiting her sister. They tied my wrists with fuzzy handcuffs to the headboard, spread my legs with soft ropes to the bedposts, and left me in nothing but a tiny tank top and no panties. “Just for ten minutes,” they laughed, snapping pictures before running downstairs to “hide” and wait for my reaction.

I walked close to the shelf, reaching my hand up to grab the packet but my hand didn't reach it. "Fuck being short!" I grunted getting on my tippy toes but my hand didn't even graze the packet. I guess I will have to jump, I jumped up and this time my hand grazed the packet but it only pushed it more away from me. Just as I was about to give you and just settle for the ice cream alone, a rigid warm body pressed me into the counter. I closed my eyes as I could literally feel every hard abs of his on my back.

Title: My Teacher Bred Me After Class Chapter 2: Teacher Bred My Hole Raw In The School Bathroom Stall The next day at school I could not focus on anything. Every time I sat down I felt the soreness in my hole from Mr. Kane’s thick cock and the way his cum had leaked out of me all night. I kept looking at the clock waiting for the moment between third and fourth period when the halls would be busy but the bathroom near the science wing would be almost empty. Mr. Kane had texted me one short message during morning break. Meet me in the far stall. Now.

"There are a dozen reporters after your story." He set the glass down and leaned against the desk, crossing his arms. His eyes darkened, something predatory flashing in them. "Because you're different. Persistent. Beautiful. I watched you for weeks, Lena. The way you move, the fire in your eyes when you chase a lead. You intrigue me. And in my world, intrigue has consequences."

WENDY'S POV The engine of my 2008 hatchback, affectionately nicknamed The Buggy because it was small, round, and currently infested with a strange rattling sound, coughed one last time before dying. I sat there in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.

She kisses me back with shy eagerness. The End (or is it only the beginning?) That is it for my short story about Lilly and Mr. Storm. I hope that you liked to read it as much as I liked to write it.

The moon's faint glow passed through them, coloring them white from grey. The cool monsoon air carried a sweet moist scent like a candy shop kept inside a refrigerator. The pattering of the rain, which was now deaf to ears, was interrupted time by time during the night. Once a car passed by. Stray dogs began barking, while the deafening music from the car echoed around the street. The car soon disappeared and the dogs stopped barking satisfied that they had scared the car away. Later, a taxi came down the road and parked. A bunch of young kids came out laughing emphatically. The taxi drove away but the children stood at the corner of the lane, yet laughing vigorously. A man screeched out fro

I loved working here. We started, by playing games and then watching a movie followed by our lunch break. The last one was the storytelling. I was telling them a story about the little red riding hood, where the wolf falls in love with a girl and ends up dying. Although the ending was not for children, I had to do something about it.