Oral Sex Stories の小説・ストーリー

He covered my mouth with his hand. “Give me five minutes,” he called out calmly. The colleague walked away. Professor Crowe started thrusting again. Slower but hard. “Almost caught. Does that make you wetter?” I nodded fast under his palm. “Mhhh… yes. Do not stop.” He uncovered my mouth. I kept my voice low. “Breed me while he is right outside.” He pumped faster. I came biting my lip. He followed right after. Another thick load flooded my pussy.

I shifted my hips restlessly, my body desperate for more contact, more pressure, more of anything. Tina's lips trailed from my breast up the curve of my neck, kissing along my jaw, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. Her hand left my breast and traveled downward. Slowly. Torturously slowly. Fingertips tracing a path down my ribs, across my stomach, over the soft skin below my navel. I held my breath. Her fingers stopped just above where I needed them most. "There are different types of orgasms," Tina murmured against my ear, her voice low and deliberate. "And tonight I'm going to teach you every single one."

It was embarrassing how true it was, how my body craved it, pussy soaking his fingers, clit throbbing every time he brushed it with his thumb. I could feel another orgasm building already, fast and hard, my stomach tightening. He pulled his fingers out sudden, making me cry out at the loss, and shoved them into my mouth. I sucked them clean without thinking, tasting us both, salty and thick, my tongue swirling around them while he watched, cock getting hard again against my thigh. "Good girl," he said, voice thick, pulling his fingers out and smearing the spit across my lips. "Now get on your knees. I want that mouth."

They fucked harder. No mercy. No pause. Bodies slapping wetly. Grunts and curses leaking through the wall. My orgasms came in waves—violent, back-to-back, squirting messily around the cock in my pussy, soaking thighs, platform, floor. Each one milked them tighter. They groaned in unison—low, animal sounds. One by one they finished. First the face-fucker—pulling out at the last second, hot ropes splashing across my cheeks, lips, chin. Dripping down my neck.

He takes his cock out of my mouth and kisses me deeply. That’s all it took for my legs to tremble and core muscles contract as an intense orgasm exploded in me. My vision turns white, and all I can see are small stars floating as my body spasms in pleasure. It feels electric. I can’t find the right word to describe it, but I feel it in every part of me. Thirst Trap’s strokes don’t slow even as I clamp down on him hard. His fingernails dig my asscheeks as he pounds me like there’s no tomorrow. He twitches inside me a couple of times, and his breath gets heavier.

growled dirty. Dropped wet kisses on neck, buried face between thighs bent over counter. Tongue battled core, sucking. Intoxicated; grasped breast, moaned hushed. "Ahhh... don't stop... here?" Wide quiet scream. Saliva sprinkled, mouthed pussy, sucked. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." Fluid more, fingers through two pounding rough. "Harder... harder brother's fingers!" Arched subtle. Deeper pumps. "Aaaaaaa..... hhhhh!" Muffled climax, he licked clean.

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my swollen clit. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I obeyed, releasing my bitten lip as I circled my clit faster. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me despite my best efforts. The wet sounds of my fingers filled the room, making everything feel even more degrading.

She grinds down harder, smothering me while the others take turns fingering me, sucking my tits, biting my thighs. They rotate. Each one uses my mouth while the others play with my body. I come again with Rosa riding my face. Then again with Elena’s fingers and Maria’s mouth on my clit. My mind is melting. All I know is heat and wetness and the overwhelming feeling of being completely owned. Between orgasms, they whisper filthy promises. “You’re our secret fucktoy now.” “Every night after prayers, this cunt belongs to us.” “We’re going to stretch every hole until you can’t walk straight.”

His hands cup my breast as his tongue continues working on my core. My body twitched violently as I flex my hips forward to meet his tongue thrusting.Two of his fingers went straight into me as his tongue flick on my nub. My body quaked violently as he pins my legs further to the bed.I moaned loudly as my breath shorten and my orgasm broke. He maintains eye contact with me as laps off all my love juices.I breath out trying to catch my breath as he reaches to kiss me making me taste myself in his lips. "You still want me inside of you?"he asked flirtingly.

While I was sucking her face and swapping my cum, she was hammering the big rubber cock up her cunt, and she came, yet again. As we lay there in the afterglow, Paula was gently playing with my softened pecker with one hand, and massaging her pussy with the other. "You going to be able to go again in a little bit?" she asked me. "Maybe if you tell me a story," I said. She smiled. She liked telling the filthy stories of her past as much as I liked listening to them. And they always got both of us aroused. "Any specific one you want to hear?" she asked.