Tooth Fairy - Sex Stories

Tooth Fairy

... sure, he whispers her name into the room a few times before pushing the door open and creeping inside. She mumbles in response but otherwise remains dead to the world. Her head is light, making it easy for him to slide his hand under her pillow. He soon notices that her left hand has traveled underneath it as well. She is clenching the tooth tightly, refusing to let it go. “Come on, Corey,” he groans while trying to gently pry her fingers off. “That tickles, Simon,” she giggles in her sleep. “Why are you so annoying?” he whispers. “You’re mean,” she starts to whimper. “Okay, I'm sorry,” he hushes her. “Please open you hand,” he whispers in her ear. “No.” She suddenly smiles. “You can't have it, Simon.” He is not sure if she is half awake, fully awake, or simply dreaming but she is getting on his nerves. “Hand it over or I'm going to tickle you,” he threatens her. “I'm not ticklish,” she mumbles. “What? Yes you are,” he continues to argue with the sleeping girl. “You can't stand it when I touch you here.” He pokes her neck, causing her to cringe. She does not let go though. “What about here?” He moves his hand to her armpit and tries again. This time her left hand shifts, trying to swat his fingers away but she somehow manages to maintain her hold on the tooth. “God, you are such a brat.” “I'm telling Mom,” she moans. “That’s my line,” he hisses at her while running his hands over different parts of her body, trying to elicit a response. She does not react until he ...

... accidentally brushes against one of her nipples underneath her nightshirt. “Don’t, Simon,” she whimpers. “Is that your weakness?” A mischievous grin spreads across his face. Her nipples seem to have hardened and are practically poking through her nightshirt now. “How about this?” He pinches her left one, causing her to squeak. She only clenches her fist tighter though. Over the next few minutes he alternates between her tiny hard nipples, causing her to moan and breathe deeply but nothing else. Finally he simply gives up and frowns at her. “Simon, I'm hot,” she whispers suddenly. “My legs.” “Spoiled brat,” he mutters while pulling her blankets off her legs, only to find her nightshirt ridding up over her hips. There in plain view are her pink cotton panties, outlining the small triangle that is her mound. “That’s better,” she sighs while spreading her legs. Simon turns his head away for a moment but stops when he notices a dark spot. His curiosity gets the better of him and he actually touches it. “Are you wet, you little slut,” he gasps. “What’s a slut?” she moans. “It’s what you are,” he answers while poking his index finger into her crotch, pushing the fabric of her panties inside her slit. “Don’t,” she breathes in deeply. “Why? You obviously like it.” He continues until he reaches her hymen. “It feels weird.” She flinches. Simon still can't tell if she is awake or not. “Just let me do this for a while,” he urges her. Somehow this causes her to relax, allowing him to work his finger ...