Novelcat Stories Novels & Stories

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

’ I asked hopefully and he shook his head and then groaned; I was startled. ‘Are you okay, Uncle?’ he raised his hand, motioned me to sit. ‘I am fine, it’s just that I forgot the book I was thinking of bringing.’ I looked at him confused. ‘Book?’ he nodded. ‘It is about white wolves. I don’t know how council found that book, but I had seen it once in the library, however, never opened it. I will send it to you after going back, just remind me okay.’ Although we don’t know what is written inside the book I still hope we can find any help from it and a little would be enough for us right now.’ Lilith excused herself, she had been busy with some work leaving me and uncle alone, I was grateful f

“Tell me who owns this pussy now.” “You do,” she sobbed, voice hoarse. “Professor Kane owns my pussy.” He reached down and rubbed her swollen clit in tight circles. “Again.” “You own me! I’m your little fucktoy—please cum inside me!” Kane’s rhythm faltered. He buried himself to the balls and came with a guttural groan, flooding her spasming cunt with thick, hot ropes of cum. Emily came again right after him, milking every drop, her whole body shaking.

The old man sat beside him on the garden bench, he too, had a glass of wine in his hand. “I will not ask you what it is, I know you can handle that since you're old enough.” “Maybe, I was just pressured, with the upcoming election and the wedding, it’s stressing the hell out of me.” He lied. Of course, he’s not going to tell his father that he’s been fantasizing about a woman who works as a stripper, that’s just so embarrassing. Who in their right mind wanted to fuck a dirty woman? “It’s not about a woman?” he suddenly asked.

Nova jerked, embarrassment surging through her, and cursed at him. “Don’t fucking touch me—” His thick finger-like tentacles slid straight between her legs. Two pushed inside her pussy without waiting for command, deep but clinical. He twisted them, feeling around. “Warm. Tight. But it will stretch,” he said flatly. “Good breeder material.” Nova’s face burned with shame, but her body betrayed her as his tentacles pumped deeper slowly, spreading her wetness. He pulled them out then, examined the slick coating, then pushed three back in, harder. The wet squelching sound filled the room.

“Everything okay?” “Yeah, just tired,” I lied, my voice a little hoarse from moaning into the cushion earlier. Noah’s hand slid under the blanket again and found my soaked shorts. He pushed them aside and slid two fingers straight back into my cum-filled cunt and I had to bite my lip hard to stop from moaning out loud. He slowly finger-fucked me right next to his wife, stirring his own loads deeper inside me while we pretended to watch the movie. “You’re still leaking so much,” he whispered in my ear. “Your sister is sitting right here while my cum is dripping from her little sister’s pussy.”

Cain Heathrow has forgotten what the warmth of a woman feels like. The king crab fisherman has got his hands full with his affairs and problems, that he's all worked up. So when his barely legal, flirty, half-naked niece, Ursula lands on his lap, he almost loses his senses. Ursula has heard so much about her step-uncle Cain, and when she eventually meets him, she realizes that the rumors are indeed true. Cain is dangerous. Cain is trouble.

He opened one eye as I walked by, and just as I was about to sit down, he sprang up, claiming my chair before I could even settle in. "Seriously, Cheeto? Move your ass." He flicked his tail in response. Little shit. With a sigh, I nudged him aside just enough to reclaim my seat, then reached for my favorite battery powered boyfriend from the side table. You know, just in case. It had been a long week, and if Cameron wasn’t going to fuck me senseless, then I’d have to take matters into my own hands. I pulled the new book from my bag. Corrupted Innocents. The latest in a series I had been devouring for weeks. If Cameron thought I’d enjoy it, then I damn well would.

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

Nathan smiled, gave her a quick kiss on the lips, and said, “If it is a story that you want, then a story it shall be.” The couple moved to the bedroom, and once they were comfortable, Nathan began his story: “When I was sixteen, I had a cat that I liked very much. One winter day, the cat fell into the water. We thought that the cat was dead, but then a little girl jumped in to save it. Unfortunately, the cat still died. It froze to death.” “That’s a sad story.” There were tears in Crystal’s eyes. “I guess cats don’t have nine lives after all. What was its name?”