Short Short Stories Novels & Stories

Title: My Delivery Guy’s Thick Cock Bred Me Raw Chapter 2: The next night my phone buzzed with another delivery order from the same apartment. 4B. Same address. I grinned as I packed the bag and rode through the dark streets. My cock was already half-hard just thinking about him. When he opened the door, he looked nervous but excited. He was wearing nothing but those loose shorts again, his nipples hard under the thin fabric. The second I stepped inside, I kicked the door shut behind me and dropped the food bag on the floor.

"Please, Edwin, put it in me. Now!" I stripped off my clothes with urgent movements, my nine-inch shaft springing free, fully engorged and throbbing. Sarah’s eyes widened as she looked at it, her breath hitching. She had heard about it, but seeing it in the flesh was different. She looked intimidated, yet her pussy pulsed with an invitation she couldn't ignore.

The rain came crashing down without any warning, turning the quiet evening into a wild storm. I stood shivering outside my apartment door, arms wrapped tightly around my chest as cold water poured over me. My thin white tank top was completely soaked, clinging to my breasts and turning almost see-through. The cotton shorts stuck to my hips and thighs like a second skin. I had only stepped out for a second to throw the garbage, but the automatic lock clicked shut behind me. My phone, keys, everything was trapped inside.

Chapter 2: Finger fucking in class I walked into Professor Harlan’s lecture hall the next morning wearing my shortest skirt yet, my heart pounding with excitement. I had no panties underneath, it was just my smooth, bare skin that was already getting slick from the thrill of what I planned to do. After yesterday’s little show in Blake’s office, I knew I had his attention, and now I was going to push him further.

I removed it completely and tied it around her wrists, before pining it above her head. "Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for you?" I growled as my tongue swirled around her tempting collarbone. Begging me to mark my territory but I managed to hold myself back. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting." She whispered, blue eyes boring deep into mine. "But you did." I hissed, yanking her shorts down to her ankle along with her thong. "You made me imagine how it would feel buried deep inside of you for hours."

We were kissing like we hated each other for what we did and wanted each other for what we did at the same time. My fingers slipped into her shorts, finding her already wet. She moaned into my mouth when I rubbed her socked clit. She moaned into my mouth and shoved me back against the counter, her hands sliding under my t-shirt to squeeze my bare ass--soft. She squeezed it. We moved to the couch next, half-naked, grinding against each other like animals. Her thigh pressed between my legs, her wet pussy ground against my skin as she leaned down and bit my bottom lip, and mine between hers. We were both soaked, breathing hard, whispering filthy, broken things between kisses.

“Carrying my baby and still creaming on step-uncle’s cock like a desperate little slut.” I whimpered softly, clenching around his thickness. My free hand gripped the edge of the table. “Please… slower. They’ll hear.” He chuckled darkly and thrust harder instead. The wet sound of my pussy taking every inch made my cheeks burn with shame and arousal. From the living room, Aunt Clara called out, “Everything okay in there? How’s the essay coming, Freya?” “G-good, Aunt Clara!” I answered, voice shaky. At that exact moment, Marcus drove his full 11 inches into me, grinding deep. I had to cover my mouth with my hand to stifle a moan.

My voice came out softer than I wanted. “You can.” His hand moved. His fingers brushed over my wrist as he turned the page. It was not an accident. I felt the rough pad of his thumb slide slowly across the inside of my wrist. He left it there for a second longer than he needed to. “But you have to stop being scared of the heat. This story has real heat in it, Lila. Don’t sand it down. Don’t make it polite. Write the dirty truth.”

They all gave them gifts and all seated to have a chat like old times. "Mamu (maternal uncle) please tell us a story, like old times," Aashi said with puppy dog eyes "yes papa tell us na we all want to hear something," Manasvi said "ohk fine," Her father said and tap his chin like he is thinking something "hmm I got a perfect story, let's start children, this story will change your views and don't repeat the things they did." her father said

Focus on breathing in and out, slowly. Me: I'm trying. You yelling at me is not helping. Malloree: Oh for fucks sake. Isn't there some hot guy there to drool over instead of freaking out about the plane crashing? Me: Fuck you :) I love her but this shit is not helping. She manages to change the subject to her latest conquest before telling me she can't wait to hear how my latest travel faux pas goes. And it will be a disaster. Malloree: When does your flight leave? Weren't you supposed to be gone at like four?