Wet And Messy Story Novels & Stories

Story 8: The Secretary’s Secret Mr. Voss stroked his thick cock lazily as he watched the two naked women fingering each other, their breasts pressed tightly together, nipples rubbing sensually. “Anything goes,” he said darkly. “Use your fingers, your mouths, your bodies — do whatever it takes to make the other cum first. The one who cums loses and gets fired. Begin.”

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

**Story 5: The Last Train** **Chapter 5** The hours blurred into a nonstop marathon of flesh, cum, and raw depravity. Maya had completely lost count of how many men had used her. Ten? Twelve? More had wandered in from other cars as the night dragged on. The subway car was now thick with the smell of sweat, pussy, and semen. The floor was sticky with it. Her body was a canvas of filth — covered in drying loads, handprints, bite marks, and fresh cum still leaking from her swollen pussy and gaping asshole.

His face is even more puzzled. If you’re wondering how casual currently we are, even though we ended last night on an awkward note, well… I explained it. Usually, in stories, they just skip to the next day/ chapter as if nothing happened, but NO. IT’S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL. How I wish it was. I have to thoroughly explain EVERYTHING. Even the finger-partner part. Good heavens, they don’t know about that! Why? IT’S BECAUSE THEY DON’T DO IT! I can’t believe it. They go straight to the point; no foreplay! What a sad world this is…

“We had been moving from club to club when we somehow found ourselves at this house party. I noticed you standing outside the gents when I was on the way to the ladies with my best friend Megan and I made the mistake of commenting on your looks. “Instead of heading to the loo to take care of our business she nudged me into chatting you up and wouldn’t let me go until I talked to you. So, I approached you and you turned out to be very receptive. After chatting for close to thirty minutes, I learnt you were Zambian and that automatically sealed the deal for me. “I figured, if I was going to have crazy wild angry sex, or revenge sex…whatever you choose to call it, wouldn’t it be more fun if it

She had a slight baby bump now, looking radiant and full of joy at the prospect of motherhood. I carried all the baby supplies we had bought and stayed close to her side, making sure she didn't get bumped by any passersby. Just as we stepped out of the shopping mall, a filthy, reeking homeless woman suddenly lunged out, blocking our way. It turned out to be Zoe. She was emaciated, her eyes bloodshot and manic. She turned pale the moment she spotted Maisie's baby bump. She stared intensely at her stomach and asked in a trembling tone, "Is she pregnant, Waylon?"

Every touch made my skin burn hotter. The dark-haired man stopped right in front of me again. He put one big hand between my legs, and his thick fingers found my already wet folds. He stroked up and down slowly, spreading my slickness all over. “Fuck, you’re dripping, girl,” he growled, his eyes locked on mine. “This pussy is so wet for us already.”

she moaned, head falling back against the headrest, her hips bucking helplessly against his hand. “That’s right,” he muttered, pumping his fingers harder, the wet, obscene sounds of her dripping pussy filling the car. “Keep that cunt nice and open for me.” Emma bobbed her head, eyes rolling to the back of her head at the feeling in her pussy. “Oh my god, ahh…” she moaned, watching his fingers do wonders inside her. A stranger fingering her was the last thing she expected to happen today. His fingers gathered her wetness, making the obscene sound grow louder.

Sweat beaded on our skin, mixing with dirt from the earth, the scent of sex heavy in the air. I came hard, my howl ripping through the night, body convulsing as waves of ecstasy tore through me, my walls clamping down on them like a vice. They didn't hold back-Kale spilling first into my ass with a roar, hot jets painting my insides, followed by Xavier flooding my pussy, their seed mixing and dripping down my trembling thighs in rivulets.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit lesbian sexual content, detailed descriptions of arousal and manual stimulation, discussions of watersports/urophilia, BDSM themes (domination/submission), graphic language, and taboo sexual fantasies. CHAPTER ONE Isabella studied her reflection in the rearview mirror as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail. She frowned.