Novel & Cerita Chastity Cage Erotica

It seems I’m not the only one feeling the effects of the incense. “Do you want that?” the First Guy asks, squeezing my throat, and Thirst Trap pulls the waistband of his pants low enough for his hard cock to spring out of it. The size is just right, not too big nor too small. The glans is already darker, its outline appetizing, and veins decorate its shaft. The view alone is enough to excite my lady parts, and I grind against the chair, wanting some relief.

“Play with your tits while I fuck you.” I cup my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples through the lace. The added stimulation makes everything more intense. “Harder,” he growls. “Pinch them harder.” I obey, and the sharp pain mixing with pleasure has me gasping. “That’s it. Fuck, you look so good like this. Spread out beneath me, taking my cock, playing with yourself.” His words push me higher. I can feel another orgasm building. “Damon, I’m close…” “Not yet. Hold it.”

The cuffs bit into the soft skin of her wrists just enough to remind her she wasn’t going anywhere. Cassie’s arms stretched above her head, shoulders open, chest rising and falling in shallow, desperate pants. The silver chain between the nipple clamps swayed with every ragged breath, each tiny movement sending fresh sparks of pleasure-pain straight to her core. Reggie had already secured her ankles to the spreader bar; the cold black leather pressing into the tender flesh of her inner thighs leaving her legs splayed wide, helpless, her dripping pussy on full, shameless display under the low amber lights of the lair.

But she knew better than to keep them waiting. Ignoring the pain she started pulling the vibrator out slowly, then pushed it back in. She began fucking herself, a slow rhythm that made her pussy clench around the chastity belt. “The view is shitty,” Thomas groaned. He stepped forward, grabbed both her ankles, shoved her legs high and folded them back until her knees almost touched her shoulders. Her ass lifted off the floor, giving them a perfect view of the vibrator sliding in and out of Margaret’s anus. “You are a fucking genius. This view is perfect,” Daniel whistled low. The rest nodded and they all crouched close, forming a circle around her.

He stood suddenly, grabbing a whiteboard marker and moving to the tiny dry-erase board above his dresser like a man on a mission. “Let me show you a visual model—uh, the curve—” Behind him, he heard the rustle of fabric. A giggle. He turned around. Charlotte was no longer sitting. She was crawling—slowly—across his bed, the movement making her breasts sway under that thin tank top. No bra. He knew it now. She let him see. She wanted him to see. “You okay, Caleb?” she purred, now kneeling at the edge of the bed. “You seem a little...tense.”

"Orgasm denial, nudity and some humiliation, making her masturbate while Chen was on the phone and telling him. I've whipped and spanked her, which is impact play; blindfolded and gagged her while she was tied. Of course, she was forced to learn how to lick cunt. She'll have to practice more on Lisa, Reneé and Lucia, I guess. I made her cum while withholding permission to do so. I intend to make her learn to suck cock on a strap on. I don't want to introduce men into her games until she's ready to have sex with Chen. Do you know what some of these things are, sir?" "No, let's look them up." He pulled out his phone. "Wartenberg wheel." Up came a web page. "A Wartenberg wheel is a spur like wh

I kept shifting my weight, pressing my thighs together hard. Heat rushed through me and I could feel myself getting wet, my panties sticking. Later we slipped out to the garden where the lights were dim and the music sounded far away. He pushed me against the stone wall, hands on either side of my head. “I cannot do this anymore,” he said, breathing heavy. “Pretending I don’t want you—it’s impossible.” I grabbed the front of his jacket and yanked him in. “Then do it,” I whispered right against his mouth. “Fuck me, Xavier. Right now.”

“On one condition: You have two weeks until the wedding. For the next seven days, you are going to be my secret little toy. My personal submissive pup. You’ll do everything I say. No questions. No hesitation.” Jack’s eyes narrowed, but I could see the conflicted lust burning in them. “You’re blackmailing me?” “Yes.” I stepped right up to him, so close that my breasts brushed against his chest. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his still-hard, throbbing cock, stroking him slowly from base to tip. He hissed through his teeth, hips twitching involuntarily into my hand. “Let’s start with this,” I continued, my voice silky. “You’ll wear a chastity cage starting tonight. Don’t worry, it

Her hairy pussy is a stark contrast to Christina's nearly bald one and I watch Maggie part her hair and pull her pussy lips apart, as she slowly sits down on the rubber penis. "Wish me luck." She smiles, as she reaches down and turns the vibration on. "Oh fuck!" She yells. "Without even rowing, this thing is amazing!" She cries. "Ohhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuckk!" Maggie moans, reaching for the handles and starting a slow, jerky rowing action. "Goddamn!" She yells, as she pulls the handles and the seat slides forward. "It's... like... a fucking... battering... ram... inside... my... pussy!" She wheezes, beads of sweat popping out on her forehead and trickling down between her large tits. Christina is

"Cage, you're inside me again. Fuck me?" Cage pinched her nipples again and began slowly moving in and out of her pussy. He had imagined his cock inside a girl, but he'd never imagined all the things he felt inside his sister. He bumped against her cervix, her pussy walls and their texture squeezed around him, then tightening when he came to the point of pulling out, and the movements of her chest under him reminded him she was a real girl and not his imagination. "Faster, Cage. Play with my clit and nipple," Kota moaned.