Kinky Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

"Because I have years of fantasies to fulfill, and one night won't be nearly enough." As his mouth found her neck again, Wendy wondered briefly about tomorrow, about professional boundaries and workplace complications. Then his hands slid beneath her skirt again, and she decided tomorrow could take care of itself.

This short story of how I would eat your pussy. It was written just for you. Read it and enjoy it while stroking your sweet wet pussy. I want you to get wet. I mean really wet reading about me doing this to you baby. I want your body hurting badly, nipples hard and your clit swollen and throbbing before you insert anything into it. You might even want to print it and lay back on your bed and love your body while you read it. It's my special gift to you.

That body, those perky tits, that jiggling ass, the way she stole glances while I came… it was driving me crazy. Minutes dragged by. I kept fucking myself steady, hips rolling up to meet every thrust of my fingers. “Ahh… fuck… come on Preye,” I moaned low, getting louder as the need built again. My pussy clenched tight, more cream leaking out. I was high on it, lost in fantasies of her soft tongue replacing my fingers, her mouth sucking my clit while she fingered me deep. I wanted to taste her too,spread her legs after her boyfriend filled her and lick his cum right out of her hole. The dirty thought made me whimper. “I need you… your pussy on my face…”

When I felt everything was in place, I slid two fingers into my throbbing pussy and began to thrust, my head falling back in pleasure as I let the flashbacks and my imagination take charge. "Oh, fuck," I moaned, scratching at the mirror surface with my free hand. Damn, it felt good. A little too good, in fact. I imagined Kade behind me, thrusting into me with his large, hard cock as he choked me from behind. "Yes, daddy…" I moaned. "Harder, yes… ngh… yes…" I continued, increasing my pace. My imagination was so wild that I could have sworn Kade was actually in the bathroom with me—his scent filled my nostrils even when he wasn't really there.

I couldn't help but imagine it being his cock instead, picturing the thick, angry vein pulsing along the shaft, the flushed head glistening with our combined fluids. Imagining my juices running down his length, mixing with his own release creating a mess of us. The thought made my mouth water, wanting to taste, wanting to wrap my lips around him and suck him clean, to be his GoodGirl and swallow every drop he gave me. Slowly, I pulled the toy out, the loss of fullness making me ache. I brought it to my lips and ran my tongue along the shaft. It was just silicone, but in the haze of my fantasy, it was him.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

My bare pussy already throbbed with anticipation as I took my seat front and center. Professor Kane began his lecture on forbidden desires in literature. His eyes found mine almost immediately. I smiled innocently at first, then slowly uncrossed my legs, letting my knees fall apart just enough. The desk hid most of it from the class, but not from him. I trailed my fingers up my inner thigh, stroking the sensitive skin above my stockings. His gaze darkened. When he asked a question about reckless passion, I answered in a soft, breathy voice, leaning forward so my breasts nearly spilled out. “Sometimes the good girl needs to break every rule, Professor. Don’t you think the thrill of getting ca

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”