Belly Button Torture Porn Novels & Stories

Something strangely alluring about a woman of a certain age having a belly button piercing. Her already throbbing clit jumped while he played with her jewel. She squirmed more. Her ass moved against him to relieve the throbbing, but it just made things worse. She wanted his fingers there, instead of teasing her belly button. She took a deep breath, a gasp really when his mouth moved to just below her ear. She purred deep in her throat as his hand moved a little lower, his fingers edging under the black silk of her panties. He stroked just at the top of her mound.

Behind me now was my husband's insides but I was too scared to turn and look at it again. I saw a knife on the table and immediately, I picked it up and raised it high. I am so tired of life. Even if I can't kill myself or this demon inside of me, I just had to keep trying. I brought my hand down fiercely towards my stomach. I was ready for anything that would happen next. I felt my hand being grabbed and I turned around to see a hideous demon behind me. This demon looked so irritating than Scarry. The entire of its body was covered in mucus and it felt like he was just blown out of a giant's nose recently because the slimy touch it gave me felt a bit warm.

"Just do it." Revandrel snorted. Then, dug his fingers into my breast, yanking me back to press firmly against him, his erection poking my backside. I squeezed my eyes shut, my hand fisting against the wall. His other hand rested on my belly. Then, sliding down, past my navel, into my skirt, toward— "Wait, wait, don't!" Something inside me let loose. I twisted away from him, stumbling as images flooded my mind. Bad images. Horrible ones. And the sharp pain in my inner body, the mark of that monster, only fueled my panic.

With just two pairs of piercings it's really mostly a cosmetic setup, seeing as I could still put anything from two fingers to a vibrator into her cunt. Both the psychological effect and the unfamiliar sensation from the increased weight and the consequential pull on her pussy lips definitely adds to her horniness. "Get on your hands and knees, then present your cunt and ass to those you will be entertaining shortly." Bella follows my directions, even if her hands and legs are so shaky that it takes her a lot longer than it should. Once she's kneeling there with her thighs spread and her ass pushed in the air, she seems to

Then he went to work on her with his belt. Rita winced in pain at every blow. The thick leather belt made a satisfying crack as it hit her flesh. She shivered and kicked her legs, the bells around her ankles ringing joyfully with every hit. Her cunt muscles clenched and unclenched around the rubbery plastic toy working it's magic on her cunt and mind, as Hina sobbed while being brutally fucked on the TV before her.

I kept picturing him—his shirt gone, the sharp cut of his abs, the strength in his chest. A slow heat unfurled inside me, curling low in my stomach until my heartbeat quickened. Restless, I reached for my phone and, almost without thinking, opened the site Hannah had once teased me about. It was a p**n site. I slipped the pillow over the screen, creating a private little shield, and pressed play. The lady in the video spread her legs and began to rub her clit after lubricating her finger with saliva. I was so horny, my own hand slipped beneath my robe until my fingers found my already wet clit and I began to rub it.

Her body is already so battered that the slightest touch is excruciating. "They're all like this. At first, they complain, but then they like it rough," the man's laughter sends shivers down the young woman's spine. She mentally begs her mother to help her escape this torture. "They ask you to put it in every hole. They become real sluts when they have a virile member inside."

Her lower belly began to tingle, to conceal it Cinthye closed her legs. “Wrong move.” The man grabbed her leg, spreading it wide. Bringing one leg on his hips while the other steps on the floor. He rub himself on her sensitive nub. She could feel something warm peeking through his pants, overlapping his belly button. “What’s that?” “Don’t ask, woman. I can barely stop myself from claiming you right here.”

A jolt shot straight between my legs. “I wasn’t—I forgot Mom’s sunscreen—” I stammered, face on fire. He chuckled, deep and dark. “Sure you did.” The screen was still open to his media folder. Thumbnails of him in every position, every filthy act, stared back at us. One video preview auto-played silently: him behind a girl on all fours, hand fisted in her hair, hips snapping forward with that relentless rhythm I knew by heart. My breath hitched. I couldn’t look away.

“Shhhh. Quiet. What did I tell you?” One strong push and the dildo rammed into my guts. I had never had anything this deep inside me. It was punishing. Agony. “Arhhhh please please please!” He pushed harder. I thought he was going to break something, so I moved forward and wiggled my ass to the side. The dildo slipped out and he punched my back towards the bed. The dildo thwacked hard against my face and he railed it back into my hole. I clenched my cheeks so that he couldn’t push as far and he started slapping my ass harder and harder. He plunged the dildo into my guts, held it in place, then reached for his belt on the floor. The leather came sailing down along my back, cracking like a gun