Chastity Fiction Novels & Stories

“Thank you, Master Chinedu, for breeding my wife’s worthless married pussy, my tiny 5-inch white dick could never satisfy her. I’m just a pathetic, locked cuck who fucks his own ass while cleaning real men.” Mark opened his mouth and took Chinedu’s massive, creamy cock deep, sucking sloppily while he rocked back and forth on the dildo. The wet sounds of him fucking his own ass mixed with the obscene sucking. The fluffy tail attachment bounced ridiculously with every thrust, making the guests howl with laughter. Chinedu slapped Mark’s face. “Deeper, bitch. Tell them how you stay denied.” Mark pulled off briefly, gasping, still riding the dildo faster. “I stay locked in chastity because I don’

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

Her fingers clenched to his chest…pulling him closer… Malachi spun her around. Pressing her chest against the storage table. Her palms hit the metal..her breath all shaky from want. He raised up her skirt and yanked her panties down her thighs with brutal efficiency. She gasped as the air hit her heat. He dragged two of his fingers through her folds. “You’re already wet and I haven’t even touched you”…”you liked what I wrote…what you read…it turned you on, didn’t it?”…he whispered into her ear…

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

Lena sat on the couch across from us, legs spread wide, three fingers buried deep in her own pussy, masturbating furiously as she watched her best friend get used. “Look at her,” Lena moaned, eyes glassy with lust. “My married best friend tied up and gagged like a cheap whore while three men she barely knows use her body. Mark is sitting right behind that door, probably jerking his tiny dick, while his wife is getting her cunt eaten like a fucking buffet.” Jax added a third finger, stretching me open as he sucked my clit like a vacuum. I came violently, squirting all over his face and the table, my muffled screams barely contained by the gag.

“You’ve been looking at me like that for a long time, haven’t you?” I swallowed hard, heart pounding. “Since I was nineteen, Mrs. Harper. I know I shouldn’t… but I can’t help it. You’re so fucking sexy.” She moaned softly at my words, clearly loving the confession. Her hand finally moved and it rested on my thigh, fingers gently tracing circles, getting closer and closer to the massive bulge straining in my sweatpants. “Mmm… You’re so hard for me already, baby. I can feel how much you want this forbidden pussy.”

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

As she walked down the hall, she heard the telltale sounds of the siblings' shared crescendo. * Mary had to run errands that afternoon, but she came home to quite a sight. Chastity was bent over the couch, completely naked. Blonde hair ran like waterfalls onto the cushions. Her prominent posterior hung over the armrest, lewdly displaying her vagina. Chastity had bragged to Hope before that her clitoris was easy to find and Mary saw that her daughter wasn't kidding. Chastity's little man in the canoe was more like a giant in his yacht.

Something that made my chest tighten with both lust and dangerous affection. “This is our last night,” she whispered, climbing onto the bed and straddling me. “I want you to ruin me, Ethan. I want you to fuck me so hard I feel you for weeks after you leave.” I grabbed her hips and pulled her down for a deep, possessive kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance. She moaned into my mouth as she ground her bare pussy against my rapidly hardening cock. “You are such a filthy little slut,” I growled against her lips. “Sneaking into your stepson’s room every night to get fucked while your husband sleeps downstairs.”

"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."