Stories To Make Me Wet Novels & Stories

He released my face and stepped back. "Touch yourself," he commanded. "I want to see you play with your pussy while I photograph you." My hand moved between my legs, my fingers finding my clit. I was already wet—had been wet since I walked in the door, had been wet since I sent that first DM three weeks ago. "Faster," he said. "I want to see desperation. I want to see need." I increased my pace, my fingers moving against my clit in urgent circles. "Tell me why you're here."

Mia's brother, drunk in my bathroom, made it hotter, tension coiling tight like a spring. He couldn't hold back. Hands gripped my hips firm, spinning me to face the mirror, body pinning mine from behind. "Need this... need you," he growled, yanking my shorts down in a rough slide, cool air hitting my bare ass and slick folds. His own shorts shoved low, cock springing free, hot, veined, the head nudging between my cheeks. He rubbed frantic now, sliding along my wetness, teasing the entrance without entering, the friction making us both shudder.

I whispered, looking up into his eyes. I dropped to my knees on the wet tile. Water cascaded over us as I swirled my tongue around his swollen head, savoring the salty tang of pre-cum. I took him deeper, working my hand in rhythm with my mouth, sucking with wet, obscene sounds. Marcus groaned, fingers threading through my wet hair. I bobbed faster, hollowing my cheeks, taking him to the back of my throat until my eyes watered. His hips twitched; I could feel him fighting the urge to fuck my face.

“Do you touch yourself while writing these stories, Lila? Do you imagine my cock stretching that tight little college pussy while you finger yourself at night?” The crude words from his refined mouth made her gasp. She couldn’t answer, but her body betrayed her—her breathing quickened, and she squirmed in her seat. He smiled darkly. “Since you’re so eager for private lessons, here’s your punishment. You will read the entire story aloud while I watch. Every single filthy word. And if you stop or stumble, I’ll bend you over this desk and spank that pretty ass until it’s red.” Lila’s heart raced. Part of her wanted to run. The other part—the part that had written those dirty scenes—was already

Jake made me lie on my back with my legs up and pushed two fingers into my pussy, fucking their mixed loads back inside me. “Keep it in there,” he ordered. “We want it to take.” I was shaking. My body was exhausted. But I was also more turned on than I had ever been in my life. They stayed for hours after that. They made me clean their cocks with my mouth. They fucked my ass again while my pussy leaked cum. They took turns pissing on my tits and in my mouth while I knelt in the shower. They recorded videos of me begging them to breed me.

“Boys don’t know what to do with a woman’s body. They don’t know how to work a pair of tits like this until a girl is dripping wet and begging.” He pulled back to look at me, my nipples red and glistening from his mouth. “Are you dripping wet for me, Stephanie?” I couldn’t lie. My whole body was trembling. The evidence was soaking my shorts and I could only nod. a tiny, shameful movement. “Tell me.” “I’m… I’m wet,” I whispered. “Louder. Let me hear what a filthy little hitchhiker you are.” “I’m wet!” I said, my voice cracking. The admission sent another gush of moisture between my legs.

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

"Was it him again? The Lion King?" I let out a long, frustrated groan, leaning my head against the cool glass. "Every night, Bridge. The eyes, the tattoo... he was touching me in places I didn't even know I had. I woke up so wet I had to change the sheets. It’s getting ridiculous."

Jax stands in front of me, stroking his cock lazily, letting pre-cum drip onto my tongue when I open my mouth desperately. Marcus and Vanessa make out beside me, her riding his cock slowly while they watch my torment. Only when I’m sobbing, shaking, completely broken open— do they let me cum. Riley cranks the wand to high, pins it against my clit, and I explode— squirting so hard it arcs across the room, splashing the carpet. They don’t stop. They make me cum again. And again. Until I’m limp in the ropes, mind blank,

He wailed, a continuous, broken sound as his prostate was hammered over and over. “You’re gonna cum,” I told him, my own release coiling tight in my gut. “You’re gonna cream your stomach without even touching your dick, you desperate slut.” The words tipped him over. His back arched violently off the couch, his ass clamping down on my cock in rhythmic, milking pulses. Strands of white shot from his dick, splattering across his shirt, his throat, his chin. He convulsed, his hole spasming around me, the wet, hot clenches pushing me to the edge.