Bwwm Erotica Novels & Stories

“Strip, Corporate Cum Queen. We’re upgrading the contract today.” My heart hammered as I peeled off my blouse and skirt, standing naked in front of them. Jax opened the box and pulled out the most insane BDSM contraption I’d ever seen: a full-body leather harness with silver rings, built-in nipple clamps connected by thin chains, a thick remote-controlled dildo with a bulbous base that locked inside me, electric stim pads for my clit and inner thighs, and a delicate silver shock collar that read “Property of Strategic Innovations” in tiny engraved letters.

Another orgasm was already building, even stronger than the last ones. I felt completely owned, completely filled, and completely addicted to the way this huge black man was fucking me on my own couch. Big black cock does taste better.

The bikini top is a size smaller than my original size, which makes the 'mistake' is an advantage because it only emphasizes the size of my boobs, making me look like a character straight out of a hentai. Beads of water rolls down my body as I walk closer to them. I swayi my hips like a fucking goddess as a mix of water and pussy juice slides down my thighs. Pointedly, I catch the man's eyes with a small smirk on my face, daring him to look away from me. He also tilts his head, subtly daring me to look away from him as he unashamedly eye fucks me in front of my happy mother. His cocky expression and the way his eyes maps out my body like he owns me makes my pussy slick up instantly.

Ben taunted, his hands pinning her shoulders down. She did. She screamed as he hammered into her, as another player—she couldn’t see who—squeezed her breast and sucked her nipple hard into his mouth. The sensations were a riot, a storm. She was a vessel being filled, used, worshipped in the most vulgar way possible. Ben finished with a final, deep grind, pulling out as his release spilled over her stomach. There was no pause. No respite. Marco was there next, his cock already in his hand, guiding it toward her mouth.

Readers should be aware of explicit sexual content, intense BDSM themes with a focus on power imbalance, graphic depictions of physical and psychological domination, extreme kink practices including bondage, cock torture, edging, sounding, electro-stimulation, fisting, watersports, double penetration, nipple clamping, ball busting, and deep throat training, strong verbal degradation and humiliation, potential triggers related to authority figures and forced submission in a fantasy context, public exposure risks, sensory overload from sweat and bodily fluids, emotional distress from forbidden dynamics, and the presence of prolonged overstimulation and post-orgasm continuation, all of which ma

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

My pussy sucked it in. I gripped my iced tea glass tight. He added a second finger and pumped slowly. His thumb pressed my clit. I breathed deeper but kept my face straight. “Talk to me,” he said. “Act normal.” “What do you want to talk about?” I asked in a steady voice. “Tell me how wet you are.” “Soaked,” I said soft. “Your fingers feel good.” He curled them inside and hit my spot. My hips twitched small. Betty returned with plates. “Bacon cheeseburger and chicken strips. Anything else right now?”

My body convulsed, as hot, wet release flooded out of me. He didn’t stop, sliding his finger in and out of my pussy with a rhythm that made another fire start building inside of me. Ethan had switched breasts at this point, sucking the other one and fiddling with the first one. His teeth grazed and pulled at my bud. “Arrghhh…pleaseee..” My moans were getting louder and I could feel myself getting closer and closer even though I just came. “Please what, pumpkin?” Maxwell raised his head to look at me, lips shiny with my juices. At this point, I didn't even know what I was begging for, so I could only shut my mouth and focus on the overwhelming sensation that was building up in my stomach.

B on a caressing spree. B.B ran his hand down to her genitals and slowly touched her, feeling how soaked and wet she was. He slowly parted her making the juice to overflow from her warm channel soaking his fingers. K trembled as the two guys tormented her with pleasure and all she could think of was to be filled with them as soon as possible. “Dear, you are so wet,” B.B explored her with satisfaction. “And so fragrant,” J complimented her as he took her nipple in his mouth.