Raunchy Short Novels & Stories

Her friend laughed again, and I heard a soft thud, like flesh hitting flesh, followed by a moan. My cock throbbed, straining against my jeans. I was so hard, my heart hammering in my chest. I had to get out. I had to escape. But then, the shorter one spoke, her voice low and sultry. "Wait, I have an idea." I froze, my hand on the door handle. "You're going to love this," the tall one purred. I turned to look at them, my breath catching. They were both naked, their bodies glistening with sweat, their breasts heaving with each ragged breath. The shorter one was on her knees, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening and ready.

I could only feel my heart pounding against my ribs, the sensation making my fingertips tingle. Something hot surged up from deep inside me, rushing to my throat and getting lodged there. I opened my mouth, not even sure what I was going to say, but the words just tumbled out-- "No underwear? That's so slutty." The words hung in the air. We both froze. Two seconds of dead silence. Then Rylan laughed. Not his usual crinkle-eyed smile. This was a low laugh, rumbling from deep in his chest, laced with a hoarse, grating quality that sent shivers down my spine.

She says loudly before the door opens and she walks out. Fuck. She's wearing black lingerie that barely covers her body with thigh high boots and white bunny ears on a headband. "What do you think?" She asks innocently. "You look amazing," I say as I walk to her and put my hands on her waist. "No touching handsome, we can't risk you having a boner in these shorts," she says and points to the tiny black shorts on the bed. I groan and pick up the shorts to slip them up my legs. They're very tight, it takes a lot of adjusting and pulling them up to get them seated comfortably on my hips. Rachel watches with an amused face as I push my bulge down to try and make it less noticeable.

I slap a palm against my forehead and mutter helplessly; “Oh, Zuri…” *** An hour and thirty minutes later, my skin is oiled and shining, my hair is curled and layered to perfection, my makeup is shimmering and equally perfect thanks to my best friend, and I’m indeed dressed in the shortest bum shorts I have ever worn. “Zuri, the undersides of my asscheeks are showing!” I whisper in utter horror. She winks at me; “that’s the only way we can achieve the perfect slutty look. Come on! It’s time to partaayy!!”

*** The sound of my shorts tearing registered in my brain, cool air from its absence soothing my burning core. “FUCK…Guys, she’s not wearing any underwear…” Bronx growled with Benji and Bayor joining in, the rumbling of it sending more pleasure shock waves through my body. “You’re our naughty girl, aren’t you?” he asked. I whimpered and nodded in response. “Words, babe, we need your words,” Benji reminded me.

Her tongue pushed deep while her hands yanked my skirt up to my waist, a cool breeze hit my skin and I shivered. “God, you’re dripping,” she murmured against my lips as soon as her finger reached my panties. “This little slutty cunt is going to get destroyed tomorrow.” She shoved my panties aside and slid fingers through my soaked pussy. I gasped, hips jerking forward as the wet and filthy sound my pussy made filled the tiny hall. I grabbed her shirt and popped the buttons so that I could feel her breasts. Her nipples were tight little peaks under my thumb, I pinched one of her nipples and she moaned into my mouth, the vibration going straight to my core.

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I was so horny that it was unbearable. “Ahhh! Mmm,” I unzipped my Jean shorts and slipped my hands into my pants. Oh, I was wet, my p**sy lips were so swollen and juicy. I parted my legs a little, so I could touch myself. My cl*t was too sensitive “Mas, “out of nowhere the name escaped my lips as I played with my cl*t, stimulating myself that I was on the urge, it felt so good that I increased my pace. Loving how beautiful it felt to touch myself. Without knowing, my other hand slipped inside my shirt.