Stories To Make Me Wet Novels & Stories

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.

Want you in my mouth too, Ughm-I feel sticky in between my legs. “Fuck- I can’t hold back anymore, she’s something else.” I murmured to myself, reaching for my boxer briefs, I was already hard and resting on my thigh and I gave my tip a little stroke and it felt so good even as I re-read her message. She said she feels sticky between her legs, she’s wet and she’s so innocent about it. I made her wet. Me: [Baby, you’re wet…I did that to you?] Me: [Do you wanna know what I’d do to you if my face was buried in between your pretty legs?]

Stacey curled up on her bed in a thin nightdress, while Luca was resting his back at the headrest of his king-size bed with his phone in his hand. “You know,” she whispered, brushing the strap of her dress with her fingers. “I still think about how you stretched me with that big monster. How deep you went into me. How you spanked my ass and made me scream your name… I feel it every time I close my eyes. As I'm talking, I'm already wet for you.” Luca groaned softly, running a hand down his face. “Fuck, Stacey. You’re trying to kill me.” He groaned. “Stop saying that unless you are ready to show me.”

When I closed the door, she looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm so wet from reading your stories." She reached her hand down and started to slide it over her wet pussy. She wore gray leggings, and I saw the damp spot forming near her pussy. My big dick immediately hardened, knowing how wet I made her. I walked up behind her and touched her shoulders, giving a slight massage. She continued to rub her pussy through her leggings, letting out a little moan. I told her to hold off I would get to taking care of her shortly.

That moan at that sight was a sexual awakening for me. I was there, a dozen still peeping through the door , I felt my manhood getting hard and pulled down my pants. I wrapped my palm around my dick , stroking it back and forth. Her moans were getting louder and louder and my hands were getting faster and faster. I felt a white liquid dripping down from my manhood and I ran into the bathroom and finally came. I have no idea if my sister noticed me or not but I guess she didn't. Ever since then I bought a small spy camera from my pocket money and installed it inside my sister's room. Since then I regularly started masterbating to her videos.

It felt like a leash, pulling me to him. Another half hour. Still nothing. I sent another: "I'm so wet, sir. Thinking of your cock." Bold, but true. My fingers hovered over the keys. The office buzzed around me, people talking, phones ringing. I felt apart from it all, trapped in this horny fog.

I reached down and rubbed it hard, two fingers sliding over the slick little nub while I pinched one nipple with my other hand. “Fuck,” I whispered, voice husky. “I need a cock so bad.” I swam to the shallow end and sat on the underwater ledge, water up to my chest. My legs fell open. I shoved two fingers inside my cunt, curling them, fucking myself slow and deep. The water made everything sloppy,wet smacking sounds every time I thrust. My juices mixed with the pool water, making it even messier. I added a third finger, stretching myself, imagining it was Alex’s thick cock splitting me open. My other hand worked my clit in tight, filthy circles. My tits bounced with every jerk of my hips. I

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 was soaking through my panties, the short skirt doing nothing to hide how my thighs trembled. He finally pulled out, breathing hard, and wiped his cock on my cheek before tucking it away. “Now let’s try the seesaw machine.” He led me to the assisted dip/seesaw station — a machine with handles and a seat that moved up and down. I straddled the seat, but instead of proper form, I immediately started grinding my soaked pussy against the padded surface, desperate for friction. “Please, Daddy…” I whimpered under my breath, rocking my hips shamelessly. “I need to cum so bad. My pussy is too wet.”