Peter Parker Smut Novels & Stories

Noticing her discomfort, Peter enthusiastically knelt like a gentleman and took off her heels, not to help her but just to touch her inappropriately. Emma gasped when his fingers brushed her s*x over the fabric. The sweat of dread started to form over her forehead, with the realization that she had trapped herself in a very huge mess. “Just getting you ready, beauty.” Peter smirked shamelessly as he withdrew his fingers. Though Emma felt disgusting and humiliation, she controlled her expression. "Cou...could we be in the car?" Her voice was so soft that Peter was more turned on. But considering the warning of his boss, he was a bit hesitant.

His rough hand went under my dress, yanking hard as he removed my undergarments. "Ms. Jaeger, you Darlenian women are so tender. It's like I could squeeze you whole." Somehow, my lustful thought came pouring out, "I want you so much, too. You Aurelian men are so big and rough." Peter looked happy upon hearing this, and he suddenly took off his sweatpants. The thing I had been imagining for days was now right in front of me. I opened my mouth in surprise. I had never seen such length in my entire life. Peter's was bigger than average Darlenian men's, and I couldn't help shrinking and clenching my legs.

I completely forgot whatever must have happened before and left him take complete control of me. He pulled away, kissing my neck and marking me again. "I can smell your wetness from here. The scent is too...attracting." I blushed and it made me more wet as he teased me. He kissed my lips again, sliding his hands into my wet panties. I gasped, the moment his fingers went in my tight clit. "Leo... Wait... We can't..." I tried to say but ended up with a moan. He smirked, "You know what a slut you'll be when I am putting my cock inside of you now... Don't worry... As long as you don't scream, he won't wake up."

His cock was exposed and it swelled aggressively beneath me. His hands dropped to my lap, rubbing them continuously. His thick cum from earlier was still on my thighs. It dripped onto the bed in heavy, sticky droplets and he smears what's left of his cum all over my thighs— he liked it messy. His hands moved under my shirt, feeling my waistline, my belly, and every curve my body entailed. Hunter frowned at the sight of my top, tugging on it, wanting to get rid of it immediately. My breasts bounced as he snatched it off me, leaving me bare.

I had to force it to remain still. Professor Parker’s voice went on about market strategies, but I barely heard a word. Dad kept glancing my way from the front of the room, that same worried crease between his eyebrows he had worn all week. I smiled at him quickly, the kind of smile that said everything was fine, even though nothing felt fine anymore. How could I explain any of this? That the man the whole city whispered about as a monster had slept in my bed last night and eaten my pancakes this morning?

He gets my pants open and pulls out my already hard dick, wrapping his hand around it. I'm barely halfway through my thoughts when I feel the warmth of this mouth cover my dick, and heat explodes through my body. I brace one hand against the locker behind me, the other finding his hair. Julian works on it, his skills showing themselves in raw ways, using his tongue in ways that make my knees weak. My moan mixed with the sound of his spit on my dick. I try to stay quiet, aware that the team could return any minute. But small gasps escape anyway, pleasure building too fast.

I slide over to her putting the dummy in her mouth, which makes the small guy shout once again. "What are you doing?!" He shouts towards me, I hold my hands up in surrender once again, last time I try to help someone. "I was just helping the baby," I mutter, does this guy need to show us he's tough even with his size? The taller guy pulls Rick over the counter and to the floor to join our group, he proceeds to pace around the shop floor for a little while, his eyes looking over the group than down and something in his hands, from afar it looked like a little photo that you could fit in your wallet.

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

The sight hit me like a punch to the gut. Daniel stood behind his large mahogany desk, pants around his ankles, shirt unbuttoned. His hips slammed forward again and again, driving his thick cock into a woman bent over the desk. She was a petite blonde, skirt hiked up around her waist, panties ripped aside, her breasts spilling out of her blouse as they pressed against the polished wood. Her face was turned toward me, eyes half-closed in ecstasy, mouth open in a constant stream of moans.

His kisses descended all over my naked body, ending between my legs, with one of his hands, he opened them, and lay down. "Sit down," he said. When he saw that I didn't do as he told me, he grabbed my hips and made me sit on his face, sinking his tongue directly into my pussy and beginning to devour it with extreme skill. His lips pressed against my clit, while he played with it, with his tongue. Seconds later, I finally cum. Xander gently pushed me up and grabbed my neck. "I see you woke up wanting to play, Sky," he whispered to me as he spread my legs.