Steamy Fantasy Novels & Stories

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

The moment I did so, the smile on my face faded into something else. A scrawly hand writing that belonged to Caramia had written on the very first page... My fantasies. I felt my breath immediately get heavy. Her fantasies? My Caramia's fantasies... Fantasies I would be most willing to make a reality out of. I flipped open the next page, curious to know what things were in my slut's head. 'To be fucked in a pool and even more better, to be fucked in a river' A smirk showed up on my lips. Well, our wants did match but mine could be a little bit more...

The strokes I delivered were fast and furious as I began to imagine his voice snarling commands straight into my ears. My eyes fell close the faster I went and I imagined him pushing me down into the floor as he dicked me hard. The thought of his hand gripping the back of my neck, forcing me open—fuck. I came hard. Vision blurring into black and white twinkles as my body trembled from the release. Thick white cum shot up into the air, spilling over my hands, onto my underwear. My body shuddered terribly. My teeth sank into my lower lip to keep my deep moans in check.

Sara could hear how soaked she was every time he pumped his fingers in and out. “Yes… right there,” she gasped. Her thighs started to shake. She reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him against her. Professor Kane did not seem to mind. He ate her out with more hunger, licking and sucking like he had been starving for her. Sara’s orgasm built fast. The pressure grew in her belly, spreading down to her pussy. Her walls clenched around his fingers again and again. She tried to stay quiet, but small whimpers kept escaping.

My creamy creampie now coating all over it. My pace heightened more, my voice loud and resounding as I got close to cumming. My pussy juice drooled down into my ass crack, legs wide open, the other hanging above my head with a steadying hold. “Awwww,” I screamed as my body convulsed with sudden tightness. My stomach stiffened, releasing and contracting with each breath I pushed out. A warm, electric sensation washed through my entire body. My milky cum leaked out of my pulsing pussy in thick waves, down my ass crack, like it was an overflowing ice cream machine.

she moaned, shoving a third finger in, stretching herself to the limit, feeling the orgasm approaching. In the fantasy, Atlas flipped her onto all fours, slamming everything in at once, pounding hard, calling her “my greedy bitch.” Anya sped up her fingers, the room echoing with her moans and the wet sounds of furious masturbation. “Cum inside me… fill me with hot cum,” she begged the air, and then the climax came, explosive, her body convulsing as she squirted onto the sheets, fingers buried deep, the pleasure leaving her trembling and breathless.

Then I would bend her over the exam table and take her from behind, slapping against her ass while she cried out my name. "Fuck," I groaned under my breath. The fantasy pushed me over the edge. My cock pulsed hard in my fist as thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering into the sink and over my fingers. The orgasm was intense, leaving my legs shaky and my vision blurred for a moment. I milked every last drop, chest heaving.

I pinched and twisted my sensitive breasts, pretending it was his mouth. I slid two fingers into my dripping hole, pumping them in and out while my thumb rubbed my clit faster. “Yes… fuck me, Professor,” I whimpered, adding a third finger, stretching myself as I imagined his much bigger cock splitting me open. My hips bucked wildly against my hand, juices running down my thighs as I got lost in the fantasy…him pinning me down, pounding me senseless, filling me with his hot cum. I came hard, moaning his name loudly, my pussy clenching around my fingers. But even after my orgasm, I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted the real thing.

But then I saw the rewards. [Reward Tiers:] [1,500 points = Multiple Orgasms.] [2,500 points = Breeding Fantasy Fuck (No Pull-Out).] A breeding fantasy. The words sent a shiver down my spine that was pure, unadulterated need. It was the ultimate reward, the ultimate act of ownership. To have him inside me with nothing between us, to feel him cum, to be claimed in the most primal way possible. I wanted it. I needed it with a desperation that scared me. I would do anything to get it.

"Is this what you've been doing in the bathroom? Touching your clit, thinking about my cock?" "Yes," I gasped. "What else do you think about?" "About you bending me over one of these tables. About you fucking me in the stacks. About you making me be quiet while people walk by." His hand moved to his lap and I saw him adjust himself, saw the bulge straining against his jeans. "You're so fucking hot right now," he said. "Sitting here in the library, fingering yourself, telling me your dirty fantasies." "I have more," I breathed, my fingers moving faster.