Chastity Erotica Novels & Stories

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."

“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.

Her eyes were dark and commanding. “Inside,” she said softly. The moment the door closed, she pushed him against it and kissed him with bruising intensity. “Tonight I’m not just going to fuck you,” she whispered. “Tonight I’m going to offer you something real. Something permanent.” She led him to the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. From a drawer, she pulled out a heavy, permanent metal chastity cage , thicker and more secure than anything he had worn before. “This is what I’m offering you,” she said, holding it up. “Permanent chastity. No more orgasms unless I allow it. Stricter protocols. Daily denial. Complete mental ownership. You would belong to me in ways Mirabel and Mitchelle coul

Her attitude about things had matured so rapidly and so decisively that he wasn't sure he was in control any more. One thing was for sure, though. She was having a great time, and that was really all that was important right now. He leaned back and let it happen to him. He felt the familiar ultra-pleasant tingle that said he'd be coming soon if nothing changed. He let it get more and more pronounced until he knew he could cum even if she stopped and then warned her. "Chrissy, darling" he panted. "When a girl does what you're doing to a man, he gets to a point where he ejaculates, and I'm really really close to that point. That means things could get a little messy."

CONTENT / TRIGGER WARNING: This is a very DARK EROTICA story. I had a checkup today. I was already twenty-five minutes late, and I still hadn't finished getting ready, not that I could rush even if I wanted to. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I angled my body just so. That was the only position from which I could actually see my pussy. The hair had grown out far more than I liked, thick and unruly, and my husband refused to do anything about it.

Khloe’s moans turned into broken cries she couldn’t hold back. Eric’s grip on her wrists tightened. His pace turned almost feral. “Gonna fill this tight little pussy,” he rasped. “You want it? Want me to cum inside you?” She nodded frantically, past words. Eric slammed in one last time and came hard, a low, guttural groan tearing out of him as he emptied himself deep inside her. The hot pulse of his cum triggered her own orgasm. Her body locked up around him, walls milking every drop while she shook underneath his weight.

If you thrust backwards I'll be able to stand on the floor and take you from behind. Rowena’s mouth went dry. This was what she craved from him; swift, urgent couplings spiced with the risk of discovery were almost as satisfying to her as their long dark sessions where she allowed him to dominate her totally. As she squatted on the chair, her feet as far apart as the seat would allow, her skirt rose up and Chris realised with a thrill of excitement that she was wearing crotchless panties. He put his hands on her waist and without any preliminaries at all thrust roughly into her.