Kinky Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

And the next hour was filled with a deep conversation. Tom admitted he didn’t know if he was bisexual or not. He’d never acted on anything like this before, but he’d had fantasies of watching Janice get fucked by other men. He’d buried them deep because he was terffied she’d think he was weak or sick…or even worse…a pervert. Remembering all the nasty smut she reads, Janice could only smile internally, telling him to never feel ashamed of his sexual fantasies or kink. It was normal and he could have trusted her over these years so they could talk about it.

Make her feel every vein, every thick ridge stretching her open. Elena whimpered, plunging two fingers deep inside herself. She fucked herself with them, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Her other hand pinched and tugged her nipples. The fantasy consumed her—Victor’s big body covering hers, his stubble scraping her neck, his low growl in her ear: This pussy has always belonged to me. She added a third finger, stretching herself, curling them against that spot that made her vision spark. Her hips bucked wildly. The necklace bounced between her breasts with every thrust of her hand. Closer… so close…

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…”

Who was I kidding? I won't get out of this cleanly. I was in trouble. I did this to myself and there was no one to blame asides myself and my pussy. Mostly my pussy. I hateed how my lips tingled as I remembered the kiss, wishing he never stopped. I wish we had kissed more and I wished he had fucked me right there in his office. I had always had this fantasy about getting fucked in an office, on a desk, forced to keep quiet but it had never happened and it probably would never happen but I can atleast daydream can't I?

“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

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.”

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I spent the next few minutes trying not to get wet as I fantasized about hot strangers fucking me really hard. That made my slits burn even more, my breath became uneven and I was now starting to sweat. Teasing myself with dirty thoughts on duty was definitely not a smart way to handle my needy cunt. I bit hard on my lips as I gently rubbed my thighs. No one was close to the counter. People were walking about, minding their business. So no one would notice what I was doing to myself. Holding that thought, I pushed my skirt a little higher, desperately trying to get my fingers in there.