Stories That Will Make You Wet Novels & Stories

and “Wet For Step Daddy’s Best Friend” THE END!

Eight cocks erupt in unison, thick ropes painting my face, tits, stomach, hair, open mouth, until I’m glazed like a fucking donut. I swallow what I can, let the rest drip down my chin. Jace crouches, wipes a streak of cum across my lips with his thumb. “Tomorrow night,” he says, voice rough with lust and something darker, “we’re filling the whirlpool. You’re going to learn what it feels like to be the team’s cum bath.” He kisses my forehead, gentle for once.. Five nights down. Three to go. And I’ve never been wetter in my life.

“Tell me.” “I’m touching my pussy.” “Good, baby girl. Push two fingers inside. I want to hear how wet you are.” I did as I was told. My folds were slick, hot, and wet. The noises my wet pussy made seemed to drown out any of the rain that beat against my window. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this aroused. It seemed like ages ago. I pressed two fingers, then three, inside myself, using my thumb to circle my clit. I was so close to coming, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to hold on to this feeling for a while. Who knew when I would feel it again.

he asked, looking up at my face while his fingers worked inside me. “Please… yes, please,” I begged, my voice shaking. He suddenly pulled his fingers out and stood up. I whimpered at the empty feeling. “Not yet,” he said. “Bad girls don’t get to cum so easily. Go take a shower. Leave the door open. I want to make sure you’re not touching yourself.” I walked to the bathroom on shaky legs, leaving the door wide open like he ordered. I turned on the water and stepped under the warm spray. Uncle Ken stood at the doorway, arms crossed, watching me wash my body.

I think we were both becoming boring. I started watching p**n on the nights that my husband was out of town, after putting the baby to sleep. I watched every type of p**n I could find, but my favorites were wives getting knocked up by strangers. I also found erotic story websites and couldn't keep out of the slut and hot wife sections. I found that after living the life that these stories portrayed, I would get very wet and have to go to my room and take care of myself. After a while, the videos began occupying my dreams. One morning I woke up after a crazy sexy dream and texted my husband.

I spread subtle, his toe teasing my wet folds. The pool later that day? That's when it got wetter.

I almost can’t stand it. “Be patient, princess,” Thirst Trap whispers against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My muscles start to flutter like it does when my orgasm is approaching. He suddenly stops rubbing me, and I almost cry at the loss of friction. God, I’m going to kill this guy in a minute. How dare he! The buildup fades before I can catch it, but my wetness pools more than ever. I could really use a cock in me right now.

Theo Grant's thumb forced my lips apart as his piercing green eyes locked onto mine in Kai Voss's locked office, the rain drumming the window like it was keeping time with the pulse pounding between my legs . while Lucas Vale ripped my soaked white café shirt clean off tossing it aside leaving my black lace bra exposed and nipples straining hard against the fabric. cool air hitting my skin as all three professors crowded closer their hands everywhere possessive and hungry dripping wet from a storm now about to get railed by my Lit professors felt like the dirtiest fantasy I'd ever had racing through my head.

“You’re gonna be addicted, trust me.” I already was. While one cock hammered my pussy, another rubbed my clit in tight circles, hitting that spot that made my toes curl. “Oh fuck yes!” I screamed. Then he pulled out and another dick took his place. I watched every second on the screen, the sight of all those hard cocks waiting their turn was what made me wettest. They kept rotating. One after another. By the time seven guys had used me I’d already squirted all over the bench. Twenty-three more still waited and the thought made me cry out in the hottest way possible.

I ignore it. It vibrates again, and I finally turn myself over. My hands slide over my eyes as I pick up my phone, licking my dry lips. “Throatgoat, you're about to go live on X-hub.” The message sent sparks of shock to my brain, making the throbbing increase. X-hub is a pornsite for girls who make blowjob videos and it's the worst place for a girl's video to be on–she’ll be tagged a pornstar for life.