Stranger In My Ass Novels & Stories

My Then the stranger leaned down, kissed me hard, and whispered against my lips, “Ready for both of us?” I couldn’t speak. I just nodded. He moved behind me. I felt his hands spreading my ass, felt his cock pressing against my other hole, and I whimpered. “You’ll take it,” he said. “You’ll take both of us like a good little slut.” He spat again and rubbed it over my tight rim. Then he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until I was filled completely. Two cocks inside me. One in my pussy, the other in my ass.

He had to hoist me onto the sink to get the right angle - I wasn't very tall - so I balanced there on my stomach, trying to keep myself from falling forward as he spread my ass cheeks and worked his cock into me. The soap wasn't as good as the lube they usually used, and I was still a bit sore from taking it in the ass on the way over. I tried to swallow my cries, afraid at attracting more attention. I could see Josh watching me in the mirror. The strangers were watching, too. Now they had whipped out their cocks and were stroking hard as Josh started plunging in and out. He reached around and grabbed me by the tits, pinching my nipples hard. At that, stranger number one shot his load onto t

I set up my stuff, line everything perfectly parallel, take a sip of water like a normal person who definitely did not have sex against a hotel window last night. Jennifer’s phone buzzes. “He’s ready. Right this way.” I turn, smile locked and loaded, hand already out. And the world tilts sideways. Because the man walking through the door—in a charcoal suit that fits like it was invented for him, hair still a little messy, blue eyes wide with the same holy-shit expression I’m wearing—is him. My stranger. The one whose name I don’t know. The one who knows exactly what I sound like when I come.

Where the bathing equipment was also there but there wasn't even one for women so I had no choice but to use Ross'. I got a shampoo, for men. As the foam enveloped my head, I stared at my reflection. My eyes widened when I saw that my neck was full of hickeys, even on my chest, on the side of my nipple—on the left side—there are bite marks that he put last night. Proof that it was created by a wild beast. I smiled, thinking that he was crazy about my charm but the problem was, how can I face Travis and Esther with these hickeys on my neck?

"Doctored footage? The camera system in the Perrone family archive room is maintained by Troy Security. Every piece of original footage is backed up in real time to encrypted cloud storage. This is the original cloud record, and the head of the security firm is standing at the entrance to the hall right now, ready to come up and testify at any moment." I paused, my gaze stabbing straight at Karina. "The night of the banquet, you put sleeping pills in my glass. You meant to drug me unconscious, then stage the whole illusion of me stealing secrets and being cast off by the other families, so you could be rid of me for good. Have I got any of it wrong?" "I did not! You're lying through your tee

"Why do I feel like I am being interrogated so early in the morning?" I pursed my lips before murmuring. "Sorry." He sighed. "Okay, first and foremost, I'm not going to say any details about me because you're a stranger and at the same time, I'm also a stranger to you." He said, a matter-of-factly. "Didn't your parents told you to not speak to strangers?' He said the word 'stranger' three times in that sentence. I didn't say anything. We just resume our walking while I was willowing myself in embarrassment. It made me realized that I had just disobeyed one of my mother's lectures.

He playfully swats at my ass as I strut toward the bed. There's no longer any shame in my game. I'm horny and dying for affection. I crawl onto the mattress, intentionally swaying my ass, exposing my wet pussy to him. I hear him growl, and within seconds, he flips me over flat on my back, his body covering my own.

“To tell you frankly, I am just here for sex. Nothing more.” His eyebrows raised. “Yeah, me too...” “So, I guess we can have the pleasure we want without knowing each other. I don’t attach myself to anyone.” “So, what should I call you?” Luther asked. “You can use an endearment, Mr. Stranger. Don’t make my name one of your problems.”

My mental was unstable that night because I broke up with Lena and I have to accept shit happens in my life. At 3 AM, a stranger guy comes from the next table, he’s making his way to my spot and watch the game. Vegas was my distraction spot, that place thrilled me, I make out with a cute stripper named, Vanessa. And waste all my time drinking and gambling when I was there. The stranger man who watched me joined the game, he's slide to the hot seat and sat opposite me, giving me a dirty smirk before he played the game.

He replied We need to meet again. Can I have your contact? He said. I froze reality now dawning on me. I had just fucked a stranger. What have I done? Was I any better than Leonard? No. No, this isn’t me. I pulled away, shame crashing down hard and fast. “I need to go,” I said, my voice shaking. He reached for me, hesitation in his eyes, then pressed something into my palm. “If you change your mind… my name and number are there.”