Stranger In My Ass Novels & Stories

No one sees. The warm leather kisses my ass. The door slams shut, and just like that, I'm riding with a total stranger. How dangerous. How exciting.

The stranger shortly pulled away, poured some liquor on her left boob, and put the glass shot on the table, after which he turned his attention to her nipple, giving it the same attention as the earlier one. Melissa’s chest started beating very fast again when She felt the mysterious man place a hand on her belly which he eventually caressed down to her lap. He continued sucking her boobs as he slightly parted her legs. The stranger snuck his hand under her mini skirt and what he felt made him withdraw his mouth from her boobs, looking directly into her eyes. “How more naughty can you be?” Melissa swallowed painfully as she felt his fingers crawling into her pussy. “W....what do you mean?”

A man stumbled into the room, interrupting the old man's further attempts. Instinctively, Aysel grabbed the bed covers and shielded her body up to her head. She felt ashamed of letting herself to be seen naked by another stranger. From under the cover, Aysel heard an angry hiss from her partner as he went down the bed. "Who the hell are you?" He barked infuriatingly, for he had been interrupted in the middle of his sweet actions. "Where is she!" The stranger demanded, his drunken hoarse voice resonating in the room, sending chills down Aysel's spine immediately she heard his demanding tone.

The stranger quietly stepped back into the shadows near the wall, watching everything. Elias gripped my hips and thrust into me in one smooth, deep stroke. I cried out, gripping the edges of the bench. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled, starting to move. “Is this what you needed? Getting fucked in a dirty club room?” “Yes,” I moaned loudly, playing the part the stranger demanded. “Harder, Elias. Use me.” He fucked me faster, his hips slapping against my ass. Every thrust pushed me forward on the bench. I kept moaning, eyes half-closed, knowing the masked stranger was watching every second from the corner.

"Only Jack Weston has a caretaker. To any other persona you are an assistant, alright?" I gave a brief nod as I walked to the stranger at the door. I gave a small curtsey and extended my hand. "A pleasure, Sir,” I said, smiling. “I'm Anna Walton and I'll be your new assistant." He took my hand and squeezed it gently. "I'm Arthur Weston, and the pleasure is truly mine. Thomas!" He said looking past me. "Where did you find such a lovely girl? She's perfect! I need to set up my equipment immediately."

With how desperate I am this moment…it’s scary the lines I won’t cross. “What if I told you to marry a stranger for money—would you say yes?” She says again. I pause—giving it a thought “Yeah. I would.” Cassy burst into a laugh so hard she was running out of breath. She tilts to the left, her drunk senses making her lose her stamina. I reach forward to steady her, my hands holding her head in place as I lift her back to sitting. I feel its stare before I see it. A dark haze splitting slowly through the neon light. The sound of its heels striding with purpose, moving closer and closer to my direction and when it’s gets to my table…it halts.

Clutching her father’s hand, Anita proceeded down the aisle, her heart beating erratically in her chest. She stared ahead and saw the Stranger standing there, splendid and breathtaking, in a white Armani suit. His friend was standing behind him. The Stranger’s eyes never left mine as I walked toward him. And it felt like walking towards my doom. Anita took a deep breath; her insides turned somersaults, her thighs shook, and her legs turned to jelly. She stumbled, and the Stranger reached out and grabbed her before she fell. “Oops, sorry.” She was embarrassed. Mr. King looked down at her.

What I’m doing feels dirty and wrong and good. “I like it,” I whimper. “Good girl.” He slaps my ass cheek again. “Do you want me to come in your ass or your cunt?” I’m so turned on that I’m craving anything taboo. The more depraved, the better. And having this man I don’t know fuck me in the ass in front of all these strangers is maybe the sluttiest thing I could imagine right now. “My ass.” The boss removes the toy and pulls out of my cunt. He runs his cock up and down between my ass cheeks, teasing me. He shoves two fingers in my cunt.

"Some guys wanted to beat me so I tried to find somewhere to hide." How dumb is he to jump into someone else's backyard that had lights on? But then again dealing with the owner of the backyard sounds better than getting beaten up... Okay, he might not be that dumb... just a bit. "How do you know me?" This time the stranger didn't right ahead answer but hesitated for a bit. "We have crossed paths a few times..."

' " I've never had one in my life , ' she replied breathlessly as she sank down on a comfortable couch . Then it is high time you started . He made a sign to the waiter and ordered two White Ladies . ' A most innocuous drink I assure you , he told her . He was eyeing her critically . She had certainly interpreted literally his sug gestion that she should do the thing in style when she went shopping . Her clothes were really too much for such a simple occasion as lunch with one's solicitor ; she might have been going to a garden party at Buckingham Palace . She would have a lot to learn and he didn't quite know who was going to teach her . He felt sure that there were a number of things about