Mike Schmidt Smut Novels & Stories

At her husky words, Mike’s blue eyes darkened. "Coarser. Keep it X-rated," Slade directed. "I want you to fuck me. To sink your big cock into me and drive me wild." "Oh, man." Mike unfastened his jeans and dropped them to the floor, then pressed close to her. He stroked her inner thigh and this time he didn’t avoid her hot, wet flesh. His fingers slipped over her folds, then found her opening and glided inside. "Fuck, you are so wet." He pressed his hard cock-head against her.

I swallowed my pride, and before Stefan walked away further, I said: "Mr. Schmidt, would you like to have dinner with us?" The German, who didn't expect that, stopped as if his feet had become glued to the ground. Was I really being kind to him? He turned slightly puzzled, but to not show it or let me know, he gave me a faint smile. I had pursed my lips. For the first time, I saw a smile that didn't portray him as a relentless casanova. That smile was genuine, and perhaps even affectionate.

I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. He cut me off, his eyes narrowing. “I asked a question. What the fuck is going on here?” My heart pounded in my chest, and I looked at Mike, silently begging him to say something that might diffuse the situation. Apologize. Back down. Walk away. Something. But Mike, being the arrogant fool he was, squared his shoulders, meeting Liam’s furious gaze without an ounce of fear. “I was just doing for your wife what you cannot do for her,” Mike said smugly. “I was telling her the perks of being with me. A better option than you.”

His piercing gaze, which Jasmine had never seen before, frightened her. Jasmine did not dare to answer or look Mike in the eye. For some reason, Mike's demeanor tonight was very different. Usually, Mike always behaved gently, and when they met, they only shared stories. But tonight was completely different. There seemed to be an unstoppable outburst of emotion. Mike pinned Jasmine down and gripped her chin hard. The grip on her shoulder earlier made the remains of Mike's fingers, and now Jasmine must also surrender her face. "You are just a slut. You are a slut that can be touched by many men. So tonight, I will be your companion." Mike said it in a firm tone, as if he were dealing with an e

He smiled politely and headed to his home office. I couldn’t stop staring as he walked away. His powerful frame, the quiet authority in his stride… I caught myself twirling a lock of hair. Later, I texted my friend Sam: “DILF ALERT. Her husband is insanely hot. I want to ride him right in that office chair. I’d drop under his desk in a heartbeat. Queen Slut status incoming?” Sam and I laughed about it in our volleyball group chat. It was all fantasy..or so I told myself. Our “Queen Slut” title went to whoever had done the wildest thing lately. The previous holder had sucked off two different guys in one night.

com'n Kayla don't act holy on these one. I heaved,my chest already aching from my silent tears. Me: would you delete all the video if I come? Mike:not do fast honey, I'd delete the videos when you give three married men blowjob each and give them a ride, I've got a bet with Lynda but I know you've got this. Me: you're one slutty asshole, despicable!! how could you stoop so low to do this to me. Mike:, I guess you aren't coming, don't worry about it then.

"Make sure your asshole is shaved for next time, or you'll regret it." With spit and cum still dripping from his lips, Michael looked up. "What do you mean next time?" Michael asked, still catching his breath. "The next time I fuck you," Seth told him bluntly. "I don't know when it will be, but if that asshole isn't shaved, then you'll be in a world of trouble." "But... but..." Michael stuttered, "You're not gay." Neither am I. "Do you know any women that would let me treat them the way I just treated you?" Seth laughed. "There isn't a single self-respecting person in the world that would take what I gave you. You think I'm gonna give that up?"

"Good, good. Jingli, don't push yourself too hard, you need to take care of your body, don’t be like Ma. Go to bed soon, you need to get up early tomorrow, right?" "Ok. Good night, Ma!" Luo Jingli said with tears sparkling in his eyes. -------------------------------------------------- Authors’ notes: J: Yes, I was craving steak with brown sauce when I wrote this. It will be even better with mashed potatoes. L: Hmmmm. I kinda like the KFC one haha. (not sponsored)

He says "Her??? Comare Chris is a woman?" she exclaimed. "Yes, I sent you a text saying so," he answered back. "No, you did not mention it. The text is cut midway." She enunciates. "Ahhh…so the woman I met you with is the comare.! That explains your behavior ." She sighed internally. Michael was not intentionally flirty with other women but he did not notice it. Hence chief Smith thought they had a connection of some sort but neither one of them could tell the other because of the work ethics code.

there was a hint of disgust in his voice. “Yes, I am…I am crazy off you” her fingers fiddle, unbuttoning her shirt as she walked towards Mike. His bile raised at the view. The thought of intimacy with any other woman is revoking. He clenched his hand into a fist and grind his teeth “Get out “