Sloppy Seconds Novels & Stories

Sloane had read it four times and put the phone face-down each time, she wasn’t ready for whatever Lila wanted to explain. The music was low, some soft acoustic playlist. Her meeting was in thirty minutes and she already knew how the morning would go with people glancing at her and lowering their voices when she walked by. She pressed the accelerator gently to merge into the left laneand then she pressed the brake but nothing happened. Sloane frowned and pressed again, harder this time, her foot going all the way to the floor but the car didn’t slow. If anything, the slight downward slope of the highway carried it faster.

Amaliah’s brows furrowed in concentration as her fingers flew hastily across the keyboard. She was typing up her report for the upcoming meeting with Caesar in two days, and she needed to get it just right. The faint hum of the office AC provided a soothing background, but the pressing need to pee broke her focus. Sighing, she pushed her chair back and stood. “This better still be here when I get back,” she muttered, quickly locking the screen before hurrying to the restroom.

Isla laughing with Bear. “Not stupid,” I said. “It’s grief. It doesn’t check a schedule. It shows up at 9:17 AM on a Tuesday.” Chloe breathed. Shaky. “So what’s the move,” Chloe said. Alex thought. CREW hat pulled low. “Move is: no 2:47 PM today,” Alex said. “Move is: we do 9:25 AM instead. Right now. All of us. Eyes closed. 11 seconds. For right now. Not for March 14th. Not for December 31st. For right now.”

Garrett responds in four minutes. I tell him about the secondary evidence set in the same structured concise language I have used for every exchange with him, because clarity is a form of urgency and this is the moment when clarity matters most. He is quiet for a moment after I finish and then he says: I am moving the timeline up. I need twelve hours, not forty-eight. Can you hold everything steady for twelve hours?

“I’m sure 7 eleven sells the tests. I could go grab one.” I swatted him, “You are supposed to be the rational one who tells me not to worry, it will happen when we least expect it…” “I know, I’m sorry. You’re right...but just in case, I’m going!” “For real?” “Yes, I will be back in five minutes.”

It’s bigger than the shorter one’s – longer, thicker – and my eyes go wide behind my fear. “Think you can’t take it?” He strokes himself slowly, watching me. “You’ll take it. You don’t have a choice.” He climbs onto the bed. Positions himself between my spread legs. Runs the head of his cock through my dripping folds, coating himself in his partner’s cum. “Sloppy seconds,” he murmurs. “I love sloppy seconds.” He pushes inside. Slow this time. Making me feel every inch. The stretch is intense – more than the first one, almost too much. I whimper as he forces himself deeper, my pussy struggling to accommodate him.

" Dustin's face went pale almost immediately. He looked at the screenshot of his like on the comment. His eyes flashed, but he couldn't think of anything to say. In the end, he walked out of my office like a deflated balloon. On the first day of the new system's implementation, something hilarious happened during lunchtime. Every fast food restaurant below our company was filled to the brim with my employees. They pointed at the menu hanging over their heads, and they quickly calculated the best way to get their money's worth.

He was right, she was a damn good cocksucker. I had to stop her because I was afraid I was going to cum before I got a chance to fuck her. I had a huge load of cum built up myself from watching my wife pleasure another man. I slipped my dick into her well used pussy. I feel I am now addicted to sloppy seconds as I love being the second man to fuck Sara. It didn't take me long to cum, adding my load to that of Dan's

Stupid fan! “Six, why are you here?” the guy asked. His number one fan was right about him being Spanish. “Well, I’m here to get breakfast, but I also wanted to introduce you to someone,” Six replied. “I'm actually meeting someone in your life?” the guy scowled. “Trust me, I'm just as shocked that I’m doing this. Rochelle Solano, meet Five. Five, Rochelle,” Six introduced Prominent, I repeat.. “Really?” I couldn't help but giggle. “I feel like I’m missing something here,” Five admitted.