Nymphomaniac Novels & Stories

Then I leaned against the window, staring out at the manicured hedges and the clear blue sky, trying to make sense of it all. Why target me? I was nobody. Just a nanny, someone who had drifted into this life by accident. I wasn’t important enough to be a threat. But Francesca… she was important. She was Alaric’s daughter. And that made her a pawn in a game I barely understood. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling a chill despite the warmth of the sun streaming through the glass. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched, that someone had been following me ever since the mall incident. Could it be connected? Was this part of the same threat?

I’m Isadora Blanco Di Luca for crying out loud. He growled in irritation before pulling out and stroking himself against my core. “You’ll beg me for it sooner or later,” he hissed before spurt after spurt of his cūm landed on my pūssy. He collected his release with his fingers and pushed it inside me like the psychopath that he was. “All you have to do is give this to me and all of our futures are secured,” he murmured into my pūssy before biting my bottom lips and pulling away.

Once adequately lubricated, wife should mount Penetron and adjust position." Once again I inserted a finger into her pussy, and this time she was very slippery and smooth and wet. Shannon stepped onto the foot blocks which held her legs apart at about thirty degrees. She put her hands through the handholds and watched as I brought the motor up between her legs. "Rest penis to entry to vagina and turn motor to 'low' to begin penetration." The motor slowly swirled the dildo as it very slowly rose upward. It was right on target and easily entered her cunt. I watched Shannon's face as her pussy was filled with the little rubber cock. "How's that?" I said when it was just about all the way inside

I felt an unbearable burning in my cunt, a physical need for some male to spread my legs and take me right there, on the trash and the mud, regardless of the consequences. "It's a military-grade aphrodisiac, little bitch," the man explained, surrounding me alongside his three accomplices. "Twelve hours of an artificial heat so potent your own wolf will go insane. Perfect time for the four of us to have our fun with you until you don't even remember your own name."

I didn’t reach for him. “The drain, huh?” I said, my voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. “Is it a gurgly monster? The kind that just wants to eat your soap bubbles?” Luca’s crying hiccupped. He nodded, big eyes wide. “My nonna in Sicily told me a secret about drain monsters,” I said, leaning in a little. “They’re not scary. They’re just… very, very hungry for dirty water and bubbles. They’re the clean-up crew. If you let them eat the yucky bath water, they get full and fall asleep. Then they can’t bother anyone.”

“Going once, going twice sol-” “ A thousand grams!” A voice interrupted, earning gasps from the crowd. I swallowed the invisible saliva clinging to my tongue as my eyes searched desperately for who would want to risk that kind of amount on a cursed woman. “That’s ridiculous for a demon, a thousand-“ “She is a Nymph!” A man dressed in a cotehardie and black boots with a feather hat that almost covered his face strode forward. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the devilish beauty underneath the hat. “A thousand and she’s mine,” he blurted, holding the gaze of the man who stood beside me.

The bastard didn’t flinch as he stretched an envelope to me. “What’s this?” “I think it’s better if you see it for yourself.” I hate when this son of a bitch acts cold and mechanical like a damn robot, but I have other beautiful things on my mind in the name of Nymph. Sweet, smart, sexy, tight pussy, beautiful hair that could be fisted tight in doggy position, the way her skin changes color when smacked by my riding crop, the way she blurts out those weird, unasked facts. As if summoned, her face appeared in the pictures in the envelope. But something isn’t making sense.

"The drink was strong, I don't remember shit. But from her narration... I - I allowed her finger me and to top that, I fucking dry humped on her pussy." Fedora clapped her hand, shouting. "Go girl!!!" "Oh shut up." I glared at her. She suddenly stopped, sitting up right. "It wasn't that bad, was it. You got orgasm I guess?" Fedora whispered lowly. "It doesn't matter if I got orgasm or not, Fedora. If you hadn't taken me to that lesbian strip party or whatever. If I hadn't seen those girls scissoring themselves, enjoying it while I hadn't had good sex in more than 3 months, I wouldn't have done what I did."

Fertine entered his mind. “Neither. It’s good he knows, so he knows who to sleep with next time.” The woman who answered earlier said with a smile. The girl said he fucked her, yet he can’t even remember her. Oh, maybe he can’t remember because of the amount. Yes, he knows he’s a man whore but only to girls who give her consent. He’s not a perverted man who will force himself just to get laid. After all, he doesn’t need to because they’re the ones who cause themselves.