Stories To Make Me Wet Novels & Stories

Warning !!! Mature content (18+) The story contains scenes of abuse, B***M, s*x and extreme bullying. His fingers continued their relentless exploration, expertly finding and teasing my most sensitive spots. I bit my lip, desperately trying to resist the unwelcome sensations flooding through me. "Your body betrays you," he whispered, his hot breath tickling my ear. "You can deny it all you want, but I know the truth." I shook my head frantically, tears streaming down my face.

“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 whispered, admitting for the first time out loud what my dirty fantasy really was. the next second, he ripped my panties and threw the fabric somewhere. Before realizing what was happening, a hot liquid hit my clit, and a low buzzing started.“I hope you are prepared, doll.” I wriggled on the bed. “Because once you start coming, there will be no stopping.”I took a deep breath, shocked by his words, but before I could reply, vibration hit my now-wet bundle of nerves, and all my thoughts disappeared.As soon as the pulsation hit my clit, my legs started shaking, and all my efforts went to me closing them.It was too much. The pleasure was too much. The feeling was too much. His touch was too mu

What do I tell the doctor when he asks what was wrong with me? Okay. Doc, I don't know but I feel this tingling sensation whenever he touches me. I get wet for him every time. He makes me go crazy and whenever I sleep, I dream of him. I get thrusted in an erotic dream whenever I sleep. He slams my wall in a way, that leaves me begging for more. Wait, is that okay? Yes and that's stupid. What do you think! How was I going to tell the doctor all of these shit?!

"Tell me you're my little slut. Tell me you want that guy to hear me fucking you." "I'm... I'm your slut!" I cried out, my voice breaking into a pathetic whine. "I'm yours, Kade! Please, fuck me! Fuck me harder, Daddy, ruin me!" He obeyed, his movements becoming a blur of power and lust. He was growling now, a deep, guttural sound that was lost in the spray of the water. I felt his climax building, a tidal wave of heat that threatened to consume us both. He reached around, grabbing my own cock and stroking it with a rough, impatient grip that pushed me over the edge.

With the contraception plan I was on which will see me till the next ten years, I had nothing to fear. “Come on, baby girl!” He slipped his finger in between my ass, extending to my clit. I froze, maintaining my posture while suppressing my moan. The tension tripled, I couldn't bear it any longer because I was gonna explode, I struggled, falling out of his hands and into the water with a giggle. “I don't wanna lose my senses–” I teased, laughing hard. “We know deep down you want this but you just don't want to keep steady, let's make you wet.”

I want to see how wet it is. Me: Hmm. How do you know it's wet? Jayden: It won't be dry, come on. Not after seeing my dick. I'm sure it made you cum already. Me: You're crazy. Jayden: *sends more dick pics* See this? I'm horny, and it's all your fault, baby. I want that pussy right now, so I'm stuck here, stroking myself. I stared at the erotic pictures and messages, feeling a wave of desire wash over me. The screen blurred for a moment, and I blinked rapidly, my cheeks flushing. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but I ended up teasing my clit instead.

“That’s how wet you’ve made me. I’m dripping, I’m fucking dripping for you.” His growl makes me clench tighter. “Fuck yes, I can hear it. You’re soaking your sheets, aren’t you? My dirty girl making a puddle just from my voice.” “Yes,” I whimper, fingers plunging faster. “It’s everywhere. I’m a mess.” “Rub your clit with your other hand. I want you fucking yourself open while you grind down like I’m underneath you. Ride it, baby.” I do it, circling my clit while pumping my fingers deep, my body convulsing. “I can’t—oh god, I can’t stop—”

My thighs shook, muscles tight, my wet pussy still leaking onto the floor with every thrust. “You’re very wet,” he said. “Look at you dripping like a filthy little bitch.” I moaned louder, eyes rolling back as he started to thrust the dildo harder. Each time he pushed it in, it hit my deepest spot, pressing against my g-spot and dragging along my sensitive walls. “Say it,” he ordered. “Tell me what you are.” “I’m your filthy little bitch, Master,” I gasped. Master slammed the dildo deeper, harder and faster, making my breath shatter as my legs shook violently. The pressure in my belly built higher with every thrust, tightening until it finally snapped and a wave of orgasm crashed through me.