Sissy Fiction Novels & Stories

One of those famous ‘grey’ areas for me, I'd say. Although totally un-Ellislike — that’s middle-sized, a redhead, and to put it bluntly, busty — I’d always had my fair share of boyfriends — and sex. But for a while — even before Ellis’s arrival — I’d been right off men. Well, not completely off them. I’d fancied one or two, but always the same type. Slim, effeminate guys who reminded me of women. And when I’d put my libido on auto and fantasised I’d always dreamed of pulling women. Until the very last minute, that was, when a rather wacky thing seemed to happen. If I was beginning to like the idea of being Sapphic, why did my dreams stop short of the actual sex?

Sylvia was trying to sit up but was too weak from the multiple orgasms. Each time she would try Chuck would flick his finger over her G spot and she would collapse back on the bed. He was laughing at her as he said, "What's the matter Slut, feel good? You really like this don't you Bitch? Answer the question, Slut." Sylvia's eyes were squeezed shut as she gasped, "Yes, oh yes.

Sissy says as she begins to sit on top of my desk. I notice that she is wearing a pencil skirt with black wedges and a white sleeveless shirt that ties at her neck. She looks like she was raised in this world. Christene is a long wolf cry from the ripped jeans and long sleeved shirts that she normally wears. “You can shadow Ava— “Actually Alpha I would rather not work with Ava. I don’t really thing she likes me and to be honest I do not trust her.” I notice Sissy’s demeanor changes. This is the first time that I am hearing Christene disagree with anyone.

Bitch learned quick. I wiggled out of the jeans and panties, let them drop in a heap at my feet. My pussy felt wide open, lips puffy and slick from all the nerves and flashbacks of rough hands gripping too hard. Sophia let out a slow, dirty whistle as I strutted past her toward the bathroom. “Goddamn, girl. Ten years locked up turned those boobs into straight weapons. We’re about to stack paper off those nipples alone. These shits could make a grown man cry and empty his wallet.”

Taught to Obey: Stretching Her Pussy for the Step-Father The Midnight Intruder: Fucked While My Husband Sleeps The Office Orgy: Taking the Whole Boardroom Stuffed and Satisfied: A Debt Paid in Semen The Step-Brother’s Claim: Marking Her Ass as His Territory The Frat House Slut: Taking Every Cock In Sight Double Penetrated and Degraded: The Maid’s True Calling Pussy on the Edge: Used Until She Could Barely Walk The Master’s Debt: Taking It All From Every Side

S' which said 'Still as foxy as ever Hathaway, there's a warm place between my thighs waiting for you if you're ever down this way. Fiona basked in the knowledge that the gorgeous Sylvie was still turned on by her. She was also pleased with the news report, she felt that most men would have fantasised about getting into her client's panties, and most women would find it difficult to believe that such a demure, feminine looking woman would be capable of violence.

Novella began breathing harder, leaning back relaxed in her chair as she played absently with her hair. “Or,” I continued, “you’re really hungry for a taste of pussy. Maybe it’s even your first time, you’ve always wanted to try it, but never found anyone to try it with or the courage to ask someone, and now you can just crawl up between my legs and try it as much as you like.”

His thick fingers touched my bare wet pussy lips, then he slid one finger between them and found my tight hole. He pushed the finger inside me slowly. I was so wet it went in very easily. Then he pushed a second finger without warning and started fucking me with them fast. In and out. In and out. His thumb rubbed my clit in circles. I was moaning loud and moving my hips to meet his fingers “You are so tight” he growled. “Your young pussy is squeezing my fingers. Your mother has not had a pussy this tight in years” Oh God… he just had to compare my pussy to my mom's. It made my body shake violently and soon I came hard on his hand. My pussy squeezed his fingers again and again as my juice ran

"I guess somewhere along the line we became actual friends. Besides, he said he is willing to be my wingman." Tarra rolls her eyes and waves her hand dismissively in the air. "Psh, please. You do not need a wingman, Sissy. Do you know how many orifices we women were blessed with? You're like a sexy slice of Swiss cheese. A night out and it's game over."

She smirked, taking her time to draw up a circle on my clit as my chest heaved and I was drowning in desire. “ Sissy!” I begged, shaking, as I pushed my hips upwards and I sustained the brute of my actions as the rope tightened on my legs. My mom came to the side, shifting the poles that had been placed together before to give a view of my pussy as my sister leaned over. She placed her face on my pussy and a print of the ice cream was against her cheek.