Stinky Steve Novels & Stories

He moved towards me biting his lower lips , I tried to stand up but i couldn't, he walks towards me as he quickly opened my legs as he inserts two of his fingers into my pu***ssy, I moaned, I can see him pee through his trouser, he starts fucking me with his hands, I moaned , the other hand moves to my left breast, he swess it, he put it into his mouth and starts sucking it . " hi, handsome ", I said , he stopped me with a kiss, he started kissing me passionately , his mouth taste good , I went down to his trouser, I kneel under him and starts sucking his g, he moaned, I was still sucking it when the door of the restroom open, Steve came out, I was startled , I thought he will be annoyed but

I arrived home, a place that was saturated with Steve's rules—hands must be sanitized upon entry, the couch must remain perfectly unwrinkled, and the smell of cooking oil was absolutely forbidden. He had treated me like nothing more than a live-in cleaning lady. I walked into the kitchen and filled a bucket with water. Then, I took his prized collection of books and dropped them in, one by one. But that wasn't enough. I dug out a few bottles of cheap air freshener from the cabinet and sprayed them wildly throughout the house. This was the smell Steve hated the most. In fact, he called it the stench of the lower class.

Too empty. And just like that, the memories dragged him under. Twelve years ago – St. Aldric’s Elite Boarding School, Upstate New York Rain had been falling for hours, turning the dormitory into a cold, damp tomb. Fifteen-year-old Steve Vanderbilt—already carrying the crushing weight of a last name that could topple empires—slipped past the dormitory staff and down the dimly lit hallway. Tucked under his blazer were two contraband items: a bottle of stolen cough syrup from the infirmary and a thermos of hot tea he had sweet-talked the kitchen staff into making after midnight.

Stupid baby thinks there might be milk in her own thumb. I have some stuff to make a bottle, but I really don’t want to screw with it right now. Instead, I just pick her up and take her back out to the man who wants to buy babies. Stevie, I think his name is. He sounds like a prick. He’s probably the kind of guy who stabs his best friends in the back without even thinking twice, the kind of guy who takes a job at a company, throws a baby fit over something, and then sues them….

Steve arrived at exactly eleven minutes after the call. ‘Mmmfgghhh…mmmfgghh’ The muffled sound of a person crying for help echoed in the empty room. ‘B-boss…I’m h-here’ Steve says,his stuttering voice striken with fear. He could bearly breathe,be it the smoke in the room,the bloody and old smell of the room or the oppressive aura jake emits Steve finds it difficult to stay calm as he shakes all over and struggles for breath.

cheesy lines. Maggie went along, politely explaining how she'd grown up in Huntsville and they might've gone to school together. That shit shouldn't have annoyed me so much, but it fucking did, especially after he took a closer look at his paperwork and read her name out loud. As if it suddenly dawned on him, yep, he did know her from way back. "Holy shit! How've you been? I know you remember me," he said with a big stupid smirk. "Steve. Steven "Smackdat" McKenzie."

“I’m a friend of your momma’s. I’m a friend of yours, too.” “Give Uncle Steve a hug,” my mother said, stepping back with her hands behind my shoulders. The first time she held me out like that—tense, trembling. Ready to snatch me back up. Uncle Steve’s skin was loose with age, it rumpled over his neck in rolls that split to finer folds. Behind his ears, down his throat. He had almost no hair. His teeth were long and yellow with paper-slit gaps between them. His clothes all looked a size too big, and though I smelled soap and aftershave on him, I smelled something else there, too. Something low and moldy like chopped wood left for weeks in the rain.

He was about to scream in excitement when Gama intervened. "Why are you behaving so strange, Steve? What's going on here? I don't get this at all!" Gama's protests were ignored as Steve carried on with what he intended to do. Without wasting much of his time, Steve threw one of his hands around my neck and the other beneath my buttocks and lifted me as if I was weightless. He did that but not without giving out a shout to express his crazy excitement. "Whooo!" He shouted.

He had tried to ignore Steve's meddling, to push past the obstacles he had placed in their path, but it was becoming increasingly clear that the man was relentless in causing damage in his path. In store room he kept the entirety of his dreadful things, he had so many fantasy about having sex with Emily but, this obstacle named Steve was not getting away from his site, the bastard, bastard Stefano Rossi. He kept Varies kind of vibratos, Vesper Necklace, Nipple clamp, 8 inch Dildo, G-spot vibrator, pure wand or so many things. This guy even forgot the names but he had full plan how to use them on Emily and her sweet cunt.

I knew none of these guys, none of them looked like me, all of them smoked and they all carried the same air of self-importance around with them. I had no idea what Steve's idea of hanging was, but so far it was really dull. From behind his sunglasses, it seemed like he wasn't even looking at me. With such a level of disinterest, I couldn't figure why this guy would want me around. Something just seemed really off, and my buzzing head alerted me of that. After a few moments of silence between us, Steve finally spoke again. "So," he said while letting smoke vent out of his nose. "Heard you fucked up some guy at school. What was his name?"