Bdsmstories Novels & Stories

Lena swallowed it eagerly, her addiction turning even the most degrading acts into pure pleasure. The dirty talk became nonstop. "This is your new life now, whore." "Every night you hear us gaming, you crawl over here on all fours." "We are going to turn your apartment into a free use glory hole." Lena came so many times her body started shaking uncontrollably. Her pussy was bright red and swollen. Cum poured out of her with every thrust. At one point they had three cocks in her pussy at the same time while two more tried to stretch her asshole. The intense stretching made her squirt violently across the room.

BRENDA’S POV The motel room smelled like cheap soap and stale sweat. Lenard groaned behind me as he pushed harder, his hands gripping my hips until my skin stung. I bit my lower lip and pushed back against him, letting out a sharp breath. "Oh, fuck... yes, Lenard, fuck me right there, don't stop," I moaned loudly, throwing my head back as the friction built a hot fire between my thighs. He whispered filthy words right into my ear, telling me how good my tight pussy felt wrapped around him, and I told him to keep pounding me.

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

Unclasping my bra, my boobs stared at him begging for attention. Latching his mouth on one and playing with the other, my legs almost gave out because my nipples are sensitive. He held me, sucked on my sensitive nipple and used his fingers to massage the other and I threw my head back in pleasure. His beard tickling my boobs made it even more intense. Never knew I had a beard fetish. Pulling his head away from my chest, I held his face, looking him in the eyes. “Fuck me”

"I've only worked once and I don't want to spend my money right away. I just want to save it and take my father out of this country as soon as possible." "If one day someone detained you in this country, would you still leave?" Lorensius asked. "I don't know, because right now all I'm thinking about is getting money." *** Time has passed and evening has arrived, where tonight Jasmine has to meet her second customer. As before, she will be given directions by Anya and tonight the person Jasmine met was Brian. Brian is someone who likes BDSM, where his opponent in pain will arouse his passion. "Have you ever accompanied him?" asked Jasmine, who had been holding both of her hands.

Her beautiful face held a punishing expression. On her Dominatrix website, she shared links and discussions about the BDSM lifestyle. She advertised services that included BDSM, or Bondage, Discipline and Dominance, Submission and Sadomasochism. Her articles posted links to safe-sex websites—SSC, or Safe, Sane, and Consensual, and RACK, Risk Aware Consensual Kink—promoting consensus between partners in BDSM.

Gosh this man looks so good. He sat down My eyes were deceiving me. “BDSM…” she whispered as I saw it written in bold. I thought this is a marriage contract? “I thought this is a marriage contract. Now what is this?” I snapped at him and he raised his index finger that I shouldn't yell at him. “Have you read the contract already?” He asked. A part of her wanted to scream at him. “Bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.” She whispered as she read the document.

“But to be honest, Erna, I like your idea just now about harnesses. Can I include that in my next story idea? Do you mind if I ask a few questions regarding BDSM relationships?” Dania's eyes filled with curiosity. “Yeah… sure. Why not?” Erna said, a little hesitant. “If you don't mind–” “Oh, absolutely not! Some of my acquaintances who are also web novel writers also work on BDSM erotic genre stories. I was curious because according to my current calculations, it's a pretty popular genre." "I see," Erna nodded slowly, turning her body while pulling Bianca's hand. "We will talk later. We better get out now before we're too late." ***