Wet Desires Novels & Stories

Daddy is nothing like the good fucker you fantasize. In smooth silence, I reach for the medal, unable to completely get my mind off playing my fingers around her wetness, feeling how smooth and thick she comes. The feel of it makes my muscles go rigid. My fingers greedily caress the face, drawing out every drop of her wetness, jealous of my own image. The only thing I want to collect her wetness is my palm. ‘Oh, fuck… Daddy will break you.’ Heavy moans light up my soul. The feel of her wetness drives me nuts. It's warm.

she said, voice huskier than she meant. Jake grinned. “Deepest, dirtiest fantasy. No holding back.” She could’ve lied. Could’ve said something tame. Instead the alcohol and the way three pairs of eyes locked on her made the truth spill out before she could stop it. “I want to be filled. Everywhere. At the same time.” Her cheeks burned but she didn’t look away. “Three cocks. One in my mouth, one in my pussy, one in my ass. Stretching me until I can’t think. Making me scream so loud the neighbors call the cops.”

I could feel the wetness soaking through the denim. “I want to be tied down,” I continued. “Spread open. Used by strangers who don’t know my name. I want them to take turns. Mouth. Pussy. Ass. Hands. I want to feel their cum dripping out of me for days. I want to be so sore I can’t sit. I want to be so full I can’t think. I want… I want to be ruined.” Another long silence. Then I heard it. A soft rustle on the other side of the screen.

Until I was a whimpering, dripping mess begging my own fingers for mercy. Tonight I wanted to break records. I rolled onto my stomach, ass in the air, knees spread wide, a better angle. I reached back between my legs, fingers sliding through the slick folds, painting wetness up to my clit again. My face pressed into the pillow, muffling the moans as I rocked back onto my hand. “Fuck, look at you,” I muttered. “Ass up like a bitch in heat. So desperate to be filled.” I imagined someone behind me — not touching, just watching. Breathing heavy. Cock hard and leaking while I worked myself stupid.

His mouth found my neck, my shoulder, my breasts, leaving a trail of bites and kisses that would mark me for days. "Look at me," he commanded. I forced my eyes open. His face was flushed, his jaw tight, his dark hair falling across his forehead. He looked wild. Unhinged. Perfect. "I want to watch you come apart on my cock," he said, his voice ragged. "I want to feel you squeeze me while you scream my name." I was already close again. Too close. The pressure in my core was building faster than I could control, and he seemed to know it. His hand slid between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles that matched the rhythm of his hips.

“I’m so wet. My fingers are sliding through my dripping pussy while I confess my sins to you.” A sharp inhale came from his side of the booth. I smiled in the darkness as I slowly pushed one finger inside my tight heat, letting out a soft and needy moan. “Child,” he warned, voice rough and strained, almost broken. “You must stop this at once.” But I didn’t stop. I added a second finger, pumping slowly, the wet sounds clearly audible through the lattice. “I wish it were you, Father,” I continued, my voice shaking with arousal. “I want your tongue on my clit. I want your thick cock stretching me open right here in this church. I want you to punish me for being such a dirty girl.”

“Look at this sloppy hole. It’s fucking wet and creaming for me. You really are a desperate bitch, aren’t you, stepmom?” “Yes,” I whimpered, touching my clit. “Please fuck me, Ethan... i want you so bad.I need you to fit it inside of me.” He rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down my wet folds coating himself in my juices. Then he pushed forward, the thick head breaching my tight entrance. I gasped loudly as he sank in slowly, inch after thick inch stretching my walls until his heavy balls pressed against my clit. He bottomed out deep inside me, filling me completely.

The wet sounds of his mouth on me filled the cabin, mixing with the rain and my broken moans. Jesus Christ. He ate pussy like he was starving for it. Every long, filthy lick sent sparks up my spine. I could feel how wet I was, how easily his tongue slid through my folds. My hips rolled against his face without permission. The pressure built fast, too fast, and I didn’t try to hold it back.

He suddenly dropped me to the floor, bent down and whispered. "DARK DESIRES...." "Wh.... what are you...",I stuttered trying to understand what he was saying. But then I felt a heavy metal on my head. I felt everything blacking out.

Isabelle gets on her elbows and stares at him while trying to catch her breath. He takes off his clothes and throws them on the floor and gets on the bed and stares down at her. It’s like her body is his temple and he wants to worship it forever. Her touch, her affection and mostly her tears give him a euphoric rush that he doesn’t get anywhere else. A part of him that is still sane knows how unhealthy his desires are, the things he gets pleasure out of are so vile and filthy that sometimes his own subconscious gets disgusted by him.