Chastity Erotica Novels & Stories

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

Julian squeezed her breasts on and off as he continued to give her oral sex. After a few minutes, Chastity began panting like a dog in heat. She couldn’t help it. Then a moan escaped her as a small shot of pleasure rippled up her spin. “Ooooh.” It was what she called a small pleasure spasm. It was extremely rare when she got them, but she knew what it was.

"Then it's a good thing I'm ready to finish purifying your sinful holes isn't it lut?" Chastity reached behind her as she rested her upper body on the table and spread her legs as far as they could. Then she grasped her ass cheeks and pulled them apart giving me a perfect view of her pink virgin star. "Oh YES MASTER! Please shove your Holy Staff up my last sinful hole and purify it with you righteous essence so I'm fit to carry your child."

The moves Juste were making sent a sudden rush of blood within her that made her want to pass out. But she could only let out an erotic moan and inhale deeply to catch her breath. She inhaled deeper as Juste spread her legs and touched her love button with the tip of his tongue. He played with that erogenous zone of hers: licking, sucking, and moving his tongue around it so fast that Chastine was greatly aroused she bucked from the jolt of pleasure it gave. “Aaah, Juste, f*ck, so good,” was Chastine’s remark about Juste’s playful display of affection.

Ryder and Luca painted my back and breasts with hot ropes of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My pussy throbbed, red and swollen, thighs sticky, lips puffy and sore. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. Zane stroked my hair almost gently, his voice low and satisfied. “Good girl, Scarlet. You took all of us so well.” I lay there panting, mind fuzzy with lingering pleasure and shock. What have we done? But as their hands soothed my skin and they pulled me into a warm, tangled pile of bodies, a dark, secret part of me knew I’d crave this forbidden trap again.

A fire crackled in the grate, and the tools of pleasure were arranged on a dark wood table like sacred instruments: polished phalluses of glass and ivory, coils of soft rope, feathers, and a small, elegant whip of braided black leather with a handle of obsidian. “Undress,” Elara commanded, her tone leaving no room for debate. With trembling fingers, Clara obeyed, letting the muslin pool at her feet. She stood shivering, arms crossed over her small, perfect breasts, her gaze fixed on the intricate Persian rug. “Look at me, Clara.” Elara’s own dress slipped from her shoulders, a puddle of rich color on the floor. She was a vision of carnal knowledge, her body a map of sensitive points and earn

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

*She belongs to us now…* *You opened the door…* *Watch.* Visions flashed across the mirror’s surface: Lila on her knees, surrounded by shadow figures with really massive cocks with unnatural lengths, and her belly swollen with cum, and eyes rolled back in pure demonic bliss. Marcus screamed and dropped to his knees. The mirror stayed perfectly upright. Lila walked out of the bathroom completely dry, smiling. She was holding thick black leather cuffs, a heavy metal collar, and a spiked chastity cage that definitely hadn’t been in the house before.

A hiss escaped my lips as the sharp sting hit me. “Beautiful,” She moaned, giving the chain a slight tug. Pain and pleasure shot through me in equal measure, making me bite my lips so hard I could taste blood. The woman pushed my panties to the side, slipping two fingers in, curling them just right while her thumb teased my swollen red clit. I gasped, arching against the restrains. She slid her fingers deeper, making my pussy juice drip all over the table. A whimper escaped my lips. I squirmed around, desperate for a release, but the cuffs held tight.

She wrapped it around my waist and then slid the strap as I had anticipated between my legs and secured it. "This serves two purposes," she told me. "First it holds those balls and the plug in. Second, it acts as a chastity belt so you can't rub your clit." I didn't think of it in those terms, but in a way that was worse than the panties because I probably could have gotten myself off when I was wearing them by rubbing myself against something hard. This belt was very firm and strapped very tightly against me so I probably couldn't get any friction against my happy spot. At least I wouldn't be rubbing my clit with every step.