Stranger In My Ass Novels & Stories

“You’re a worthless cum dump slut. That sticky load on your face is your make-up. It’s all a slut like you should ever wear, so leave it. You don’t need to see, I will guide you.” With that, he grabbed a handful of my hair. After unlocking and opening the door, he slapped my ass hard, and told me to move. I started crawling forward with him using his grip on my hair to guide me. I could hear footsteps behind me and heard the stranger close the door. At least the whole world couldn’t see the half-naked cum-covered mess that I was.

He stopped dead when he saw us; me naked and straddling Dominic’s thighs, with his cum still dripping down my legs, Dominic half-sitting up with his pants around his ankles and his torn shirt hanging off one shoulder. The dead body was sprawled nearby like forgotten furniture. The stranger’s eyes flicked over the scene; us, the blood, the mess and the corner of his mouth curled into the slowest, dirtiest smirk I’d ever seen. He didn’t say a word. Just gave a tiny nod, like he was tipping an invisible hat, then stepped back out and pulled the door shut behind him with a soft click. The sound broke whatever spell was holding me there. I scrambled off Dominic so fast I almost fell. "I’m sorry,"

She burst out laughing as she remembered how she had tiptoed out of the hotel room while he was still asleep. Ivy and Emily laughed cheerfully until they parted ways and Ivy headed straight to her company. She sat in her office reviewing documents but her thoughts were all over the place, images from the previous night with Mr Stranger flooded her mind and she sighed out of frustration when Mary ,her personal assistant walked in. " Ma'am" she said, bowing slightly. " Yes, what is it? she asked not breaking her concentration from the documents. " I just got an email from the Lilies Club about your request to join "

I could feel him twitch inside me and I could tell he was close. His groans increased and after one last deep stroke, he pulled out quickly spilling his cum all over my ass.

I needed to talk to her, ask her about my father’s murder. After urinating, I slowly limped towards the sink, and reached to the tap. As the water cascaded down my hands, my eyes wandered up to the mirror. And I froze. A stranger gazed back at me. My heart stopped. I gasped, retreating, my breath snagging in a frantic breaths. That…That wasn’t me. But at the same time, it was. The features were almost like mine but so different, different cheekbones, different nose, only hue of my eyes remained the same. But it wasn’t my face. It was hers. Lauren Hilton’s.

“I’ll be up to relax you even more once I’m done down here.” Whatever was going on between him and the stranger, it was obvious he didn’t want me in the room. Which was fine by me. The level of testosterone in the room was off the chart. “Go.” He slapped my ass hard. “Let the men speak.” Part of me wanted to argue, to tell him how much like a Neanderthal he sounded, but to be honest, I wanted out of the room and out from under that dark stranger’s eyes. So I kept my mouth shut. And I didn’t look up as I walked from the room.

man I say within myself, a gentle man. What on earth am I doing, enjoying a stranger as he touches my most private parts after drugging me, I do not know who this man is, where he comes from or why he had made me his target in the first place I ought to resist him no matter what but here I am moaning like a sexually starved bitch, and maybe yes I am a wrong to be here, enjoying sex way more than I ought to from a stranger but I should not be doing this I pulled away from him slowly, but I had used up all the energy I had just in that slight movement, he didn't say a thing, only passed me a wicked grin

His gun disappeared and his hand returned, squeezing my waist to grab a full chunk of flesh. In this alley with a dead young boy, blood oozing in the air and a dumpster in a corner, a stranger fondled my body, grabbed my ass and I fucking loved it.

My two hands rest on the countertops, my head tilted up. The stranger buries his head in my vagina, I could now erupt. I used one hand to bury his head further. “Don't stop”, he better not, this is sweet divine ecstasy. My pussy feels wet. “Fuc…k” He raises his head and grabs me from the countertops and into his bedroom, tossing me like dirty clothing. Who is this guy? The audaciousness. He dives and glides on my ass like a surfboard. I could feel his hard dick pressing against my ass. He grabs my hair from behind, kissing me one final time, still from behind.

Being fucked in the ass by this stranger while his cum from last night still leaked from my pussy made me feel completely owned. Kane picked up speed, the sound of his hips slapping against my ass filling the room. “That’s it… take Daddy’s cock in your ass like a good little stranded slut.” The dirty words sent me spiraling. I came hard with his cock buried in my ass, my pussy gushing onto the sheets as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He didn’t stop. He pulled out, flipped me onto my back, pushed my legs wide and high, and slid back into my ass in one smooth thrust. This angle let him go even deeper.