Wet Stories Novels & Stories

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

“Don't you dare cum yet.” My wolf whimpered when the release I wanted didn't even come. He rose from his side position and came to the edge of the bed, kneeling before me, cock long and hard, and standing proudly, wet with the juice from my greedy tight pussy. I shifted my back on the bed while facing him. He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust.

My fingers were coated, webs of slick stretching between them and Ryan’s cock jumped in his grip when he saw them. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re soaked. Been playing with that tight little pussy while you watched me?” I nodded my throat too tight to speak. “Words, baby. Use them.” “Y-yes,” I whispered but voice sounded wrecked already. “I… I had a dream and a woke up so wet I couldn’t think, then i came down for water and… heard you.” His eyes darkened. “And instead of leaving, you stood in the dark and fingered yourself to me jerking off.”

His large hand immediately slid up my thigh and under my dress, finding my bare, already soaked pussy. “No panties again,” he growled approvingly, his thick fingers stroking my clit. “Such a dirty little wife.” Ethan watched from the couch, his breathing already heavy, hand palming the growing bulge in his pants. Vincent pushed two thick fingers inside me, pumping slowly while his thumb rubbed my clit in firm circles. I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder. “Look at your husband,” Vincent ordered. “Let him see how wet you get for his boss.”

“Her pussy is so wet. What a slutty little bride.” Clara trembled, her breath catching as Parker slid two fingers inside her pussy, curling them with deliberate pressure. A broken cry escaped her lips, not from pain but from the sudden rush of sensation. Her hips jerked forward, responding instinctively to the deep, teasing motion, the unexpected pleasure unraveling her defenses.

“We should not be doing this.” “Tell me to stop then,” I growled, sucking on her neck. She did not tell me to stop. Instead, she took my hand and guided it down the front of her tiny shorts. My fingers found her completely bare. Soaked. Burning hot. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You are dripping for me.” Isabella whimpered as my fingers slid through her slick folds. “I have been wet since yesterday. Since the moment I hugged you.” I pushed two fingers inside her without warning. She was incredibly tight. Scorching hot. Her walls clenched around my fingers like velvet heat.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV

He hisses, his fingers rubbing my clit. I lean back, my fingers grabbing his shoulders. Mark pushes a finger inside me, causing a whimper to escape my lips. " So fucking wet for me huh? " He groans, adding another finger. I want to tell him that I was wet for his father before he turned me down and pushed me to his son but I stop myself. Our affair can't be aired out in the open. Besides, why not boost his ego by letting him think it's him I am wet for.

Instead I let my fingertips drift, slow and lazy, tracing the sensitive outer lips, feeling how puffy and wet everything still was. The chill on my skin finally got me up. I walked to the shower, stripped off my clothes, and let hot water run over me. It washed away the wetness, soothing my body as steam filled the room. I dried off, put on a sleep shirt, and got into bed already drifting off to sleep. Noah's POV: “We’ll be the first company to launch such an advanced technology this early!” the presenter declared, arms spread like he’d just invented gravity. I leaned back in the leather chair, arms crossed, and let out a slow breath. “Yet you haven’t gotten a patent.”

Photographs covered the walls portraits of strangers caught mid-smile, moments of stillness, and little stories told without words. “Wow,” I breathed. “It’s beautiful.” Ethan shrugged lightly. “It’s just life through a lens.” He motioned toward a chair near the window. “Sit. Want coffee? Or tea?” “Coffee’s fine,” I said, and he disappeared for a moment, returning with two steaming cups. When I took the first sip, he leaned against the table across from me and asked, “So, how’s your story going now?” I smiled. “Better, actually. The words are finally moving again.”