Oral Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Until then, I was trapped here, touching myself for strangers and counting every tip. I slipped a hand under my t-shirt, idly playing with my nipple as the movie played on. The ache between my legs was already coming back. I kept teasing my nipple under my shirt, rolling it between my fingers as the couple on the TV fucked passionately. My pussy was getting wet again, that familiar ache building. The money from the call still had me buzzing… $700 just for riding a dildo and moaning like a slut. I wondered if HotFantasy88 would message again soon. Part of me hoped he would.

I reached out and took it in my hand, stroking him lightly, my thumb brushing over the head. He shuddered and let out a low groan. "You're killing me," he..... he whispered. I leaned forward and took him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock before taking him deep. I sucked him hard, using my hands to massage his balls. He tasted salty and strong, a taste I couldn't get enough of. I swallowed him down, my head bobbing up and down, taking him all the oral sex. Ahhhh...... Fuck....yeah..... like that. He growl.

“Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.” “How …How do-” Before I could speak further Nicolas stuffed his dick inside my mouth. “Suck and lick it.” he groaned. I started stroking his dick , sucking and licking it while my brother kept thrusting my pussy. He started it fast , then slowed down and “Ahhh…”became fast again. “Say fuck me like a rag doll , my fuck doll” “Ahhhgh fuck me as hard as you can.” I groaned. I started feeling warm liquid filling up my womb and mouth. Both came together, one inside my mouth and the other inside my core.

Feeling a bit nauseous and short of breath, I got annoyed and grabbed his hand, hoping he could pull his penis out of my mouth. However, Dominic didn't notice my pleading eyes, he started pushing his hips, bringing his penis in and out of my mouth like he was making love. The pace was slow at first, but as time went on, he pushed faster. With one hand he held the nape of my neck, his other hand grabbed one of my breasts and squeezed hard. I feel a little sore, and my mouth is both sore and tired. Even so, I still sensitively discovered that my "small hole" was soaked. I didn't expect that I would have pleasure in oral sex.

The black in his eyes grows. “Shh baby, not yet”. I mumble so low the girls can’t hear it. Casper makes a face and pulls back the bloodlust, then he throws himself on my cock, sucking like a calf on its mother’s tit. “You are right. Oral sex is so much better with one off the same sex”. I moan hoarsely.

I had anticipated this since yesterday and right now I just needed to blow a load and get home. I surfed the net looking for my favorite object insertion p**n to beat my meat off to, I mean, what better way to get a load ready? Lubing my cock with my saliva, my palm rubbed off on my cap first before moving downwards and upwards. The screen showed a group of men holding down a gay teenager and impaling him with a ball. My mouth watered as my hand moved faster on my rock hard penis. “Shit” I gasped low and breathy as the men treated him as an object for their pleasure and not a love making session.

“The abuse stories. The missing girls from the Boston church. The rumors of payoffs, of girls who vanished after private ‘counseling.’ I thought you were—” He cut me off with a kiss, mouth bruising, and tongue claiming, tasting of smoke and holy bread. His hand replaced mine, two fingers curling inside me, thumb on my clit, and relentless, perfect. I came hard, knees buckling, and his arm the only thing keeping me upright, my release flooding his fingers, dripping down my thighs, and pooling on the stone. The cameras caught every shudder, every tear, and every drop. He pulled back, lips wet with me, eyes glowing in the candlelight.

His hand slid between my legs and two fingers pushed inside my soaked pussy. “So wet already,” he murmured against my breast. “You planned this, didn’t you?” “Yes,” I gasped. He moved to Sophie, sucking her nipple while his fingers found her clit. She whimpered, thighs shaking. Then he stepped back, cock shiny from our mouths. “Lie back, both of you. Heads at the edge.” We lay on the desk, heads hanging off the side so our mouths were level with his cock again. He stood between us and took turns fucking our mouths slow, deep thrusts. Sometimes he pushed into mine, sometimes into Sophie’s. Saliva dripped down our chins…our hands found each other and we held on tight.

“You’re jealous, I cannot believe it.” “I’m not jealous, what the hell...” Ayn murmured, but he was obviously upset. “Anyway, we kiss and dry hump for like forever, and then he goes down on me, and starts to blow me. I think I’ll be able to write a book on oral sex, that’s how many techniques he has. He varies things lately, by licking my balls and my ass, too. I guess he still doesn’t realize he’s knocking at the wrong door, but whatever. So I have his tongue in my ass, on my balls and on my dick until I cannot anymore and I blow my load in his mouth. He’s eating everything like it’s his last meal ... Just seeing him doing that almost makes me hard again. Only that I fucking can’t, because

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.