Salty Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

He groaned, threading his fingers through my hair. “Open.” I sucked the tip first, swirling my tongue around the head and tasting the salty precum. Then I took him deeper, lips stretching wide around his girth. Slurping sounds filled the living room as I bobbed my head, saliva already dripping down my chin and onto my oiled tits. I sucked him like the pro I’d become on camera…messy, eager, desperate to please. . Saliva dripped down my chin and onto my glistening tits. I relaxed my throat and sank deeper, taking more of him until my nose brushed his pelvis.

My hirer told me I’d be working simultaneously in two departments: the entertainment department at the club, where all I have to do is suck the male performers’ cocks before they go on stage to strip-dance; and secondly, I’d also be handling the position of a fluffer at the p**n studio, where, as explained, all I’m expected to do is make the p**nographic film actors get hard between takes. Now I bet you’re probably wondering what situation could’ve led me to this point, but honestly, it wasn’t some wild, reckless decision or a desperate last resort. It was just one of those strange turns life takes when you’re standing at a crossroads, unsure of where you belong, and something unexpected off

I tried to crawl but then I fell on my back, weak as my muscles trembled in pleasure, my pheromone thickening around me. I heard rushed footsteps. Not one. Multiple. My heart sank rapidly, but that single sensation made heat spread violently as if, for some reason, I was looking forward to some relief. “What's that scent?” My ears caught onto the words, before three men came into view. They looked like soldiers who led slaves down to the quarry to work. Boots stained, face ….. I don’t have time to analyse, all I wanted was relief, but not from them. It had to be the alpha, that was the plan. These soldiers would shamelessly take me and offer nothing but brutality.

A voice yelled. I turned around and Scott came out of his car. Johnson was running towards me. "I gotta show you something!" He started removing his shirt. "What are you doing?" He removed his shirt and turned his back to me. On the upper side of his back, something was tattooed there in calligraphy. Never call a woman a bitch or she might just act like one. - T. Harvey "What do you think of it?" He turned to me, smiling goofily. "We're not even friends," I said and entered the car. Scott ignited the engine and drove out.

Due to this, there was a novel that was a hit on w******l, titled 'SEX ADDICTED BOYFRIEND' It was a romance novel, where the male lead was only about having sex with his girlfriend, which the girl didn't mind of course. Seeing how their relationship was moving, without him making any attempt to ask her to marry him, the female lead started getting worried. He was very handsome and a lot of girls want to snatch him from her, but luckily, he was really in love with her. The issue was, sex. He just couldn't do without it for a week. A part of her was scared for getting dump after they've had so much sex, so she was trying to hint him into proposing to her.

One of the most famous ghosts in the southern states of the USA is "Soap Sally". In the 1950s, there was an old lady soap-maker who walked the streets of the mill villages kidnapping children and murdering them to use the fat in their bodies to make soap. There were numerous reports of people having seen her for years after her death. Every time a child went missing, Soap Sally could be seen wandering the streets, carrying her knapsack full of soap. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

“Let’s show your stepbrother how Mommy and daughter take care of each other.” I didn’t need convincing. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto my mouth, burying my tongue deep inside her hot, creamy hole. She tasted like sex—sweet, tangy, mixed with the faint musk of Jake’s cock. Sarah moaned loudly and dove between my legs, licking long, hungry stripes up my slit before sucking hard on my swollen clit.

That much was clear now. As Jake’s fingers moved faster, Sally’s breath came in short, ragged gasps. Jenny’s mouth worked feverishly, her lips wrapping around Jake’s cock as she sucked him deep. The air was thick with the sounds of their pleasure, the scent of salt and sweat mingling with their desire. Sally’s orgasm hit her like a wave, her body trembling as she cried out, her voice echoing across the beach. Jenny followed soon after, her mouth still wrapped around Jake’s cock as she felt his pulse and shudder, his release hot and intense.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.