Juicy Secrets Story Novels & Stories

He tilted his phone so I could see the screen: perfect angle from the doorway, my face crystal clear as I squirted and moaned like a desperate slut. My heart slammed against my ribs, my mouth went dry. He took one step closer, eyes dropping to where the toy disappeared inside me. “Or,” he said, voice low, “you leave that fat cock exactly where it is, crawl over here on your knees, and convince me I should keep this our little secret.” He unzipped his jeans with one hand, pulled out his cock and stroked once, slow and deliberate. “Your choice, sweetheart.” I was still trembling from the orgasm that never quite finished, pussy fluttering around the dildo, thighs slick with my own cum.

Had fucked every single one of his Secretaries. He even had a type. Brunette, brown eyes, short and plain-looking. He went for women who people would skim over. Not pretty enough to attract attention, but good-looking enough for him to stick his dick into. The fucker. And he would go home each night and kiss his beautiful 32 year old wife goodnight. I wanted to punch his face in. But I fisted my teacup instead and forced another gulp of the bitter tea down my throat, letting the hot sting calm me.

“Well listeners, I have seen you guesses. keep going, I haven’t finished telling you what I learnt later. So, it happens that my protagonist married this lady secretly on the day that she got divorced and she totally had no idea about it until he kidnaped her in to his house. The parents in law couldn’t accept her but my man didn’t care at all. Well…there is a secret that I haven’t told anybody. I think that she is pregnant. Don’t ask me who the father is. That is completely out of my business. “ “Devin, I love this story. I have always liked your shows. continue bringing to our homes such kinds of entertainment. I love you and lots of good lucks.” A lady said. “I love you too, sweetie. That

I start, trying to catch myself from completely falling apart, “There is something I need to tell you.” “What do you need to tell me?” “That secret.” “The kitchen secret?” “Yes, that secret.” “Tell me I like secrets.” “Well, I have this problem.” “A problem?” “It's not really a problem.” “It's a good problem?” “Yes, something like that.” “How can a secret be a problem.” “Okay, it's just a secret.” “Are you sure?” “Sure about what?” “That the secret is a secret and not a good problem.” “You are confusing me.”

The intense nature of the craving that had held him back was still a little shaken this morning. Layla. He had noticed that silence, and her feminine scent from the first day he hired her as his secretary. He had coveted her from the beginning but he had suppressed his sexual urges because he neither wanted nor needed some kind of trouble at work. Even so, the lust grew stronger and stronger, until it became an unbearable need that tormented him day and night, and the control began to crumble.

There was an underlying message. "What do you mean?" he asked. I looked. "You know a couple of secrets?" I stared and got lost in my mind for a moment. Did I know secrets? Hell yeah I did. I knew who Amy and Mya's mother was. I knew the truth about baby Aaron's paternity test. And I knew about Chad and Amy's secret romance. So yeah...I knew some secrets. I looked over at Justin. "Did you know who Chad's first girlfriend was?" He looked at me for a moment, and then looked away.

“But your wife called me directly today. She knows my name, Zayn. She screamed at me over the phone, saying she’d drag your name through every tabloid if you don’t end it.” My pussy throbbed despite the fear, the danger making everything feel hotter. I grounded against his thigh, needing his cock, with my nipples hard. He broke the kiss, breathing heavy, and yanked my blouse open, buttons flying. “Let her scream. She has her secrets.” He shoved my bra down and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting just enough to make me cry out. His other hand pushed under my skirt, fingers sliding into my soaked folds. “So fucking wet already. You love this, don’t you? Love being the dirty secret that co

I responded. “But I am." Jilly ran back to the kitchen and grabbed as much food as she could. Ace grumbled under his breath as I closed the door and left him in the kitchen. “Sexual frustrating is no joke," Jilly announced as she stuffed her face. “Well, he caused it on himself," I pouted. “Oh no, honey, I was talking about you. I can smell your thirsty pussy. She's ready," she said as she gulped down the orange juice.

she continued. Justin felt his head spinning and the world tilting under his feet . *What did I just hear? Engaged? Drake? How is that possible?" Drake stood there holding the door knob his hands trembly against it. His heart began slamming against his ribs as he stumbled back still holding the food in his hand tears began rolling down his cheek. " So all the touches, words, kisses, intimate moments they were all lies? " He questioned himself. "Was Drake leading me on all this while?" He questioned further.

I said as we stepped out of the aisle. "Wu knows" She said, immediately. "I don't know why you're keeping this a secret, secrets are work" I said. "Guess that's gone viral" Jacq said as we walked towards the cashier. "Do you think she orchestrated this whole thing?" She asked Maria who filled her cart with everything her eyes touched. "You don't know Zee, she can throw her boobs to the screen as far as it brings cash" Maria said as she threw in some cereal. "So she leaked a sex video for?" I asked before looking around the curious queue.