Bdsmstories Novels & Stories

Liam says with a smirk, “can she take it? Can she handle us?“ Ben asks, stroking his cock through his pants. I press my thigh together as lust runs through my body, his cock looks so big through the pants. Damien comes over to me and pulls my head back with my hair before ravishing me with a hot kiss. He presses his body on me till I am lying on my back with my legs spread open, he keeps kissing me and presses the swell of his hard cock into my bare pussy. “You said we'll share, don't be greedy” Ben's voice says and I feel the bed dip on both sides as they join us, Damien presses kisses from my lips down my jaw till his is kissing the valley between my breasts, “hmmm” I moans as he dips lowe

My hips ground against his hands shamelessly as if my body was begging for a release. He bit into my ear, making my whole body quiver. “You come when I say you come, not before.” Tears gathered at my lashes as he pushed me higher, fingers pumping into me until my climax was just on the edge. I was seconds away when he pulled out of my completely, leaving me gasping, knees threatening to give out. The bastard smirked down at me. I whimpered, humiliated but needy. Then I heard it, the sounds of heels clicking on the pavement. A woman’s voice filled the air, laughter carrying in the air. Adrian’s eyes glinted with something wicked. His hand slid back between my thighs, fingers thrusting into me

Adrian passed the document to him, which he signed. ‎ ‎Adrian continued, “Second, I’d like to inform you about the lifestyle which a few of us partake in and the possibility of you joining and signing a contract with Kai. I think it’s better he tells you… it sounds sour telling someone else’s husband this.” ‎ ‎I just shook my head at him and spoke. “Ren, I am part of the BDSM lifestyle — BDSM stands for Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & Submission, Sadism & Masochism. I’m sure you must have had a hint based on the party you attended the first night I met you and how I used those paddles to decorate your skin. How did that feel? Did you like it?”

I know exactly what I told her. “You said that you would bend me over, and fuck me from behind like I deserved. You said that bad little girls need to be punished by their Daddies. I’ve been a bad, bad girl. So, what are you going to do to me, Daddy?” She knows exactly what she’s doing. Maybe it’s the atmosphere of the night, maybe it’s the darkness. I don’t know what it is, but I snap. My mouth is crushing down on hers. My fingers are tangled in her hair, and pulling her closer towards me.

“Push through it, kid. This is how you learn to take everything I give you. Tell me how it feels having my seed plugged inside you while you work.” “It feels dirty… and addictive,” I moaned, holding the plank as best I could. “Like I really belong to you now. The egg is rubbing right against that spot you fucked so hard earlier.” He made me do bridges next, then some slow leg raises. Every movement pushed more cum out, running down my skin while the low buzz drove me crazy. By the end I was whimpering, close to another edge. “Enough,” Dom finally said, pulling me up. “Come here. One last round before you leave tonight.”

Natasha's POV "Fuck yes!" I screamed as Richard slammed into my pussy. "Do you like that?" He asked. "Yes, I like it very much." I screamed again as he slammed into me. He grabbed my legs and brought them to either side of my neck, holding them there as he continued pounding inside my pussy. His study couch creaked beneath us at his thrusts. My hands found his back, gripping it for support as I continued moaning. "Holy fucking shit!" I screamed as he grazed my G-spot, almost sending my orgasm ripping away from me.

Damien leaned over me, his chest pressed to my back, one hand sliding up to wrap around my throat possessively while the other reached around to rub tight circles on my clit. “You like that?” he growled into my ear, his hips snapping relentlessly. “You like being bent over your boss’s desk like a whore? Getting fucked where anyone could walk in and see you?” His dirty words sent me spiraling. My pussy clenched around him rhythmically, the pressure building fast and intense. It really had been so long since I’d felt anything this good, this raw. Every thrust made my toes curl in my heels. Every filthy word made me wetter.

I said, "we attended a BDSM club, which in this case, stood for Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism. Some of the people were like us, in loving relationships. Others were not. There were people there who took pleasure in pain and were more interested in beating a slave than fucking one and those who took pleasure from their pain, more interested in the beating than the fucking. It was not uncommon to see some people who had scars or marks which were placed there days or even weeks ago. Some of the instruments available for inflicting pain were quite horrible. As I said, you're seeing a romanticized version of sex slavery from people who love one another, and not all versions of the sam

the room smelt of sex and sweat as the loud moans of people echoed in the room as they continued pleasuring each other…… Soon Cassie moaned out loud and released her self all over Brian and got up from his cock…Brian stood up and then flipped her on her fours and slammed his cock into her …. She moaned out loud cause she could feel him everywhere…and it was simply euphoric…..he continued slamming into her as Cassie kissed her as her moans got swallowed into her mouth as Brian continued slamming his cock inside her…she was so wet that she could feel her juices flow down her legs as he continued fucking her and grabbed a fist full of her hair until she let out a loud moan and came all over him

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************