Sir Pentious Nsfw Novels & Stories

"I love it." He shoves Mr. Pink into my pussy and fucks me slow like he's fucking my ass. I bite my lip again so I don't scream. I love double penetration. Having all my holes filled. A third cock would fit in my mouth, give me everything I could ever want. It waters at the thought of a hard dick against my tongue. "Siren..." "Hmm?" He kisses me open-mouthed as we both ride the endorphins slowly toward completion. No fuck-your-brains-out-sex this time. We don't want to make too much noise. And it seems Mr.

When I'm working as a deliveryman, I receive a delivery order from a hotel. As I look at the bag of adult toys in my hand, I can't help but snicker knowingly. "Youngsters nowadays sure are wild in bed." The moment I open the hotel room door and see my girlfriend, Natalie Brooks, I feel as though all color has been drained from my face. Natalie's work junior, Brandon Clark, laughs arrogantly in my face with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "How did that broke bastard track us down?" Natalie just frowns at me in displeasure. "Brandon helped me secure many projects at work. His only wish is that he gets to spend a night with a woman. "This is nothing but physical collision between

The burn each time he slams against my welted skin, builds the fires up within. "YES, SIR! GOD...MORE PLEASE!” He doesn’t disappoint as he gives me everything he’s got and has me coming before he even gives me permission. Not lecturing me for releasing without asking, he continues for a little longer before stopping and pulling out. “I want to try something, Precious. I think you will like it.” I’m still panting, but I’m able to respond, “What is it, Sir?” “You love it when we use the purple pussy eater to do DP, don’t you?” He asks as he walks away and rummages through the drawers where he keeps all the dildos and vibrators.

“Sir did you like my panty, because I am taking it off right now so I can finger my pussy. This is what you have done to me, you have made my pussy wet to the touch.” The sounds of moaning accompanied with Sarah’s erotic sentences were enough to make Mr. Smith hard. “Sir, my pussy is really wet and my finger is just sliding all over my clit. I think you would love to feel it,” said Sarah. Over taken by complete silence while listening to Sarah Mr. Smith was in a dilemma as to what his next words should be. Despite the fact that he had already decided to avoid Sarah he could not help himself from listening to her pleasure herself.

Honey tried to concentrate, tried to maintain her professional facade, but Grayson's fingers were relentless, inching higher with each passing minute. Her Sir phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, angling it behind her tablet so no one could see the screen. Sir: Remember what I told you. No underwear at work from now on. I want you bare for me always. Her face flamed. She glanced sideways at Grayson, but his attention appeared focused on Patricia's presentation. Another buzz: Sir: Right now, under that table, I'm touching what's mine. And tonight, I'm going to taste it after I spank you.

"I don't see the man's face when it happens." "Because it is fantasy. You're due for sex, Syntia. Let me help you with the servicing, and then receive my own reward afterwards." "I'm not a slut, sir. I don't need your money." He chuckled lightly. "Well, for now, take care of that panties." He pointed at her crotch. "Sir?" "Your panties…I'm sure it's soaked with–" "Mr. Blakes!" "Shut up and take care of it or I fuck you right here and now!"

He smirks “You know, baby, you need to call me SIR!” “Okay, SIR,” I respond obediently wanting this horror to stop as soon as possible “Is this how you imagined it?” he asks “No, sir,” I speak softly “Speak louder, did you?” he growls not so calm anymore. I remain silent, scared and nervous to reply. He starts thrusting with more force, rising me like a wild horse, wanting to tame me into submission. “AHHH. Yes, I did. I wanted your thick dick to fill me inside.” And as I beg and ask and talk I realize I'm getting more and more ecstatic, my holes were all opening up.

Cassidy's POV I texted back discreetly, fingers flying across the screen under the desk: "Yes, Sir—in ethics lecture, back row hidden by pillar. Fingered through pocket, circling slow at first, building unbearable heat. Clit throbbing hard, pussy clenching empty and aching—imagined you collaring me by cabin fire, leashing me, paddling my ass then fucking me leashed while I ride you. Stopped at the very edge, panting quietly, thighs shaking. Need your touch so bad, Sir." His reply pinged almost instantly: "Detailed and dirty—love it, sub. Reward: during errands, you'll come hard on my fingers. Next: group project—edge again, add a fantasy with the flogger. Make it risky."

“You did that on purpose.” A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. “Of course I did. It was a test. And you passed. You were a very good girl.” He walked toward me, backing me up against the floor-to-ceiling window. “But I can see you’re still… tense. You need to release all that pent-up energy.” He reached down and cupped my pussy through my dress. I was soaking. “Please,” I begged. “Please, Sir. I need it.”

“Nope, dead serious” “Come on, it’s just a short, you gonna make me beg for it?” “Yes. Yes I am” “Sasha” He closes his eyes, like he’s memorizing something. “Say my name again” “Jeez, you're even worse than me” “Debatable. You’ve got five seconds to decide “Come on” “Five” “Wait” “Four” “Slow down would you?” “Three” “ Is that some sort of a kink? Always wanting people to beg for things ”