Chastity Erotica Novels & Stories

She lunged forward and slapped me across the face. "This is all your fault! You can't stand seeing me happy, can you? Ever since you were a child, you've been a scheming little vixen, stirring up trouble everywhere you go. Look at what you've done now. Your father wants a divorce. Are you finally happy?"

she gasped, startled by my sudden touch. "Celeste, roll onto your hands and knees," I whispered, locking eyes with her. I kissed her again, tasting her and feeling our fluids mingle. I kept my fingers inside her as she turned, continuing to fúck her while running my other hand over her soft, round ass. She began rocking back into me, and I slid a third finger in, feeling her orgasm spill onto my hand, her ass pressing back into me. I kissed the small of her back as she trembled, my fingers buried deep.

I choked her from behind and snarled in her ear: “This ass is mine. This pussy is mine. Every fucking part of you pays for those three years.” Lila came violently, her whole body convulsing, ass squeezing my cock like a vice. I roared and buried myself to the hilt, flooding her guts with thick, hot cum. Pulse after pulse until it leaked out around my shaft. I stayed inside her for a long minute, grinding slowly, before pulling out and watching my seed drip from her ruined asshole. Lila lay there shaking, completely wrecked.

She says. I glanced over. Chaz was hard. The head of his cut cock stuck above the waist of the speedo. He didn't seem to care. His hand lay on his thigh, fingers close to that fat bulge. I couldn't look away and I couldn't understand why. I told, still in graphic detail, how this married woman stripped me and, on her knees, sucked my cock until I came in her mouth. Getting up, swallowing, she said, "Now you'll last longer fucking me."

Then he clamped his mouth to her, grinning as she squealed in pain as he roughly feasted on her. “My advice to you Fitzy, these dirty whores can taste disgusting, the Port sweetens them and you can dash it everywhere you might need,” he smirked before assaulting her other breast. The shaking Chastity said nothing as Edmund luxuriated in roughly suckling her breasts. Suddenly Chastity cried out and tried to jump away. What I thought was port was in fact blood that ran down, staining her peach-coloured bodice. “I believe we shall retire, we have a long carriage ride back in the morning,” I said standing up as tears slipped down Chastity’s face leaving tracks in her chalky make-up.

“My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.” Jessica and Claire watched him, lips parted, hands lazily touching each other’s bodies as they waited. With a deep, guttural groan, Charlie’s orgasm hit. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, raining down on them. He painted Jessica’s full breasts and face first, then shifted to cover Claire’s tits and open mouth. Stream after stream of hot cum splashed across their bodies...on their stomachs, necks, cheeks, and tongues. Both women moaned softly, arching slightly to receive every drop as he emptied his balls completely over them.

The man was forced to stand in a horse stance position, his cock pointing nearly straight down, driving in and out of her sloppy slit. Next came the fingering... and boy, Paige wasn’t lying about those bony knuckles. The man, yes, did survive the ordeal and advanced to the next stage (though he remained scarred for life, never able to view his granny in the same light again). Here the game now turned to the final girl. Some redheaded pale lass. The host assisted her into the required position (supposedly a breach of conduct when others violated the touching rule, yet not here). She then begged for not only his cock, but his cum. And so the host pile-drove her into the floor boards. Rammed th

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

She would worry about Jessica’s fury later if she were to find out. Their breathing became heavier as they approached climax, and the sounds of flesh slapping, punctuated by moans and groans, echoed in the tiny room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, turning her on even more. Fireworks exploded in her as she hit her climax, her body shaking and her walls gripping him tight as she came. With one final thrust, his legs shook as he spilled his seed inside her, her inner walls convulsing as she milked him dry.