Warehouse Ghosts Part 1 - Sex Stories

Warehouse Ghosts Part 1

... should have been simple considering her small size, he pressed the bullet to her clit, feeling their strength heighten with her arousal. They were too weak for anything now, but they wouldn’t be weak for long. Xxx I woke up feeling disorientated and cold, and as I sat up I blanched at what I’d done in my sleep. My nightgown had lifted itself almost to my neck, my breasts openly out for display and glancing down at my panties I knew they were soaked, and in my left hand I held my small pink vibrator. ‘Didn’t I put that away.’ For a moment I was terrified but glancing up at the mirror in front of my I was almost surprised by how…sexy I looked. Despite the wetness, or maybe because of it, I felt myself start to get aroused. Sitting up on my legs I admired myself in the mirror… wondering if it was too brazen to… touch myself in front of it. I glanced around, but I knew the apartment was empty, yet there was something so depraved about masturbating while staring at yourself do it. ‘It’s so sexy though…’ ‘You know you want too…’ ‘Feel how wet you are…’ As I heard the voices urging me, I couldn’t not do it. I mean, I was living on my own now and these were the benefits that came with it. Sitting up on my knees, I tossed my night gown off, my wetness clearly displayed on the cotton red panties. As I eyed my vibrator I wanted to laugh… had I used it while half asleep? Was that a real thing? ‘Take the panties off…’ ‘Feel how wet you are…’ ‘Touch yourself…’ I wasn’t sure where my inner ...

... dialect was coming from, but the instruction were pretty clear and as I peeled off my panties, instantly noticing the string of wetness that trailed from them. As I slipped my fingers down, I could feel how soaked I was. What had gotten into me? “Spread your lips…’ ‘Give us a show…’ ‘Touch yourself…’ The instructions sounded almost louder now and a bit clearer and hearing them only seemed to heighten my arousal. I moved my fingers around my clit, feeling the wetness trail behind them. Fuck it felt good. My clit had already left its hood sharing the same arousal as my nipples which were hard and standing firm. Slowly I pumped a finger into me, followed by another, eyes glued to my reflection in the mirror as I watched me pleasure myself. As if without my control I watched as my hand, still holding the vibrator brought it to my engorged clit. Without even knowing I’d turned it on, I flinched at the little thing, cold in its silicone shape, came in contact with my sensitive region. Why had I turned it up so high? I only ever used the lowest setting. Adjusting it I began moving it in circles, using it to replace my fingers. My eyes were glued onto the mirror taking in my sudden depravity. ‘What if someone walks in on me? No, I live alone now.’ ‘Touch your nipples.’ ‘You need something inside of you.’ ‘You’re a dirty slut.’ I felt my arousal spike as my inner voices seemed to get louder, and I moved my other hand up to feel my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples in a manner ...