Chastity Fiction Novels & Stories

~Lena’s POV~ “Listen,” Jasmine said, leaning forward on my couch with that wicked sparkle in her eyes, wine sloshing dangerously close to the rim of her glass. “I’m telling you, there is nothing…absolutely nothing,like sliding two fingers over your clit after a long day and just letting go. Last weekend I had the apartment to myself and I swear I spent forty minutes edging and teasing my pussy until it was so swollen and wet I could hear every little stroke. When I finally rubbed hard and fast I came so hard my legs shook for ages. I still get wet thinking about it.”

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."

He lifts me up onto Daddy’s desk. Shoves the Bible aside like it’s in the way. Then kneels—kneels—in front of me like he’s about to pray. But instead… He spreads my legs. And starts eating me like salvation lives between my thighs. --- My head falls back. My fingers tangle in his hair. He groans into me, like my body tastes like worship. “Don’t stop,” I whisper. “Please.” “Oh, now you wanna beg?” he says, slick with lust.

She traced fingers over her collarbones, across her breasts, down her stomach, savoring her own soft skin, gathering courage. Having no panties on made things smoother, as her thighs parted shamelessly. The room smelled faintly of her excitement already—sweet, musky, undeniable. She braced one foot on the mattress, opening herself to emptiness, imagining Luke’s shoulders wedging them wider as she slid a finger through her folds, back arching. Slickness greeted her, hotter than last time as she let the fantasy unravel. This was torture! If she continued at the pace, she would lose her mind before Chris came back.

I carried her to the kitchen counter, bent her over, and fucked her from behind until her legs gave out and her moans reverberated throughout my apartment. She turned to slap me but I caught her wrist and licked her palm, then kissed her knuckles. “I’m not done writing you,” I whispered. And then I dropped to my knees behind her. Because fiction doesn’t come back for more, but obsession? Obsession writes sequels.

I ask. Kira doesn’t say a word, so I stop. "Rhys," she begs. "Is it?" I ask again. "Yes," she mumbles. "What else?" I demand. Kira shivers when I trail my fingers down her stomach. She moans my name, the sound of it rushing straight to my cock. I pull her shirt open the rest of the way. "Here’s what’s gonna happen." I kiss her belly. "You are going to read me every one of those fantasies, and I will make them come true." Another kiss, this time much lower. "I will spend the night giving you something real to write about."

He made me ride him, his hands on my hips guiding me as I bounced on his thick cock, my sore ass slapping against his thighs. “Imagine it,” he whispered as I neared another orgasm. “Your belly starting to swell in a few weeks, tits getting fuller, everyone wondering who knocked up the good girl. Only we’ll know it was your stepfather breeding you right under this roof.” The fantasy pushed me over the edge again. I came with a broken moan, collapsing onto his chest as he filled me for the third time that evening. I laid lumped against him, tangled together with him, his hand resting possessively over my lower belly.