My Girlfriend Is A Pervert Novels & Stories

Maybe if I lied. "Hate to break it to you, Angel," My lips twitch in a smirk. "But I am seeing someone .She's prettier than you and is the love of my life. "Just saying that made me want to barf. Such dialogues made me sick at how cheesy they sounded. So ridiculous. "Oh, yeah?" She scoffed. "Who is this mythical girlfriend of yours? If she does exist." "She's not mythical, she's real," About as real as a unicorn shooting rainbows through its butthole.

It was a cool fall weekend following my girlfriend and the 4th anniversary. We were deeply in love and had plans to spend the rest of our lives together. At that point in time, we had many sexual escapades and were very attracted to one another. My girlfriend, we'll call her Tina has a great ass. Round, thick thighs, very jiggly, and all-natural. Whenever we would fuck, my fingers would eventually find their way to her virgin asshole. Eating her wet pussy out, I would always slip a finger into her asshole.

she nervously replied. And then, I witnessed my girlfriend undressing herself in front of me in the video call. Her skin looked silky smooth and she looked almost perfect, and I swear, the moment I saw her in her underwear, all I could think of was ripping off the bra and panty, bending her over the desk and fuck her like a wild animal.

“Then Daddy will make you beg and crawl for him,'' he whispered back with a wink and I burst out laughing while squeezing my thighs from feeling things. He was indeed the most perverted man I've ever met. “What else, Mr. Williams?” I asked, controlling my laughter, and he smiled and blinked a few times" you, me naked under the moonlight while I fuck you so hard and we both come while you scream for me” he added in a husky deep voice and I slapped him playfully. He was a total jerk. “Haha, okay, Mr. Williams… I say yes to being your girlfriend” I finally agreed since he wanted this, so did I, and he beamed at me showing his billion-dollar smile I liked very much.

She elbowed him in the chest and angrily whispered, "You pervert! Are you trying to hire me for sex?" Vermont covered his chest and exclaimed, "Excuse you? Didn't you say you want to make money while lounging around? I'm just offering you a job opportunity. Why are you hitting me?" Felicity, who was both angry and embarrassed, retorted, "I'm your girlfriend! Do you think I can be bought with your money?" Vermont immediately understood her point. "So, I don't have to pay to watch you?" "What?" Felicity did not catch on.

’ He comes near and thrusts his cell phone in my face again. ‘You’re a pervert.’ ‘And you’re a saint? When was the last time you talked to Avantika with your eyes not on her breasts?’ ‘Avantika is my girlfriend. I can stare wherever I want to,’ I protest. ‘Blah. You’re one horny bastard yourself and you judge me for who I sleep with? Anyway, that’s not the point, Deb. Let’s go out. It’s been so long! When was the last time we went out like buddies?’

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

"Did I tell you that you could stop? Keep pinching them. And it's not hard enough until you're in enough pain to piss yourself." Daniel watched as his girlfriend fumbled to obey, her fingers grabbing her hard nipples. "What... what did you do to her? Did you drug her?" He demanded, voice rising into something hot and angry. I tilted my head back and laughed, unable to control the reaction. "No. Your girlfriend came into this club dressed in a bra and panties. She was dancing and twerking for everyone downstairs, so I decided to teach her a lesson for you and for me. She's a slut, right? I'm treating her like one."

I said. "No he won't. I sure he won't. He has learned his lesson," she said. "He is so disgusting. To think that he is even married, God, he is an actual pervert to treat girls like that," I said, flipping my hair as the refreshing wind blew my face. "Uh, Don Adrian is married too, but you still can't cool it around him." She said, making me give her a look. "What? It is the truth." She shrugged.

“Am I? I thought you said I could be a handful.” A few squeals erupt around the table, while a few young girls fangirl over us. At the other end of the table, a young guy snorts, “Can you please stop that? You two are so into each other, it gives the rest of us a bad look. My girlfriend was complaining last night that I wasn’t more like Trevor’s character in the drama. If she saw you in real life, she wouldn’t stop pestering me. I would like a break for a moment.”