Chastity Fiction Novels & Stories

Then she did something that made my brain short-circuit. She pressed four fingers from one hand against my dripping cunt and started pushing inside. “Oh fuck… Lena…” I moaned as she stretched my pussy wide. She worked slowly but relentlessly, adding her thumb until her entire fist was pressing against my entrance. “You’re going to take my fist tonight, baby,” she growled. “I want to feel how deep this greedy cunt can go for me.” I was breathing hard, nervous but so fucking turned on. “Please… fist my slutty pussy.”

‎Austin's POV ‎I've been wanting to bang my girlfriend's mom crazily ever since the day I saw her naked while masturbating, thrusting a big fat dildo in and out of her juicy pussy. Her boobs were round and firm even though she's in her late 40's. ‎My girlfriend Juliet, is a very good girl, but too lazy in bed. She wouldn't give me the sex styles I want, always complaining that she's tired, and she doesn't last, always cummin too quickly, when I'm not even half satisfied yet.

Lena had always known she was different. At twenty-four, with a body built for sin — full, heavy breasts that strained against every top she wore, a tiny waist, and wide, soft hips that swayed with every step — she had never been able to control her cravings. It wasn’t just high libido. It was an addiction. A deep, aching need to be fucked that never truly went away. The moment her pussy got wet, her mind shut off and her body took over. She would let literally anyone have her if they wanted it. Old, young, ugly, hot, married, single — it didn’t matter. As long as there was a hard cock, Lena would spread her legs.

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

“I know what you two were doing! It’s illegal, it’s against every single university code, it’s—” “It’s incredible,” I interrupted softly, stopping mere inches from her trembling body. I didn’t threaten her. Instead, I stepped directly into her personal space, pinning her against the wall, trapping her in my aura—the thick, unmistakable scent of fresh sex and Travis’s expensive cologne. Chloe’s breath caught in her throat. She was a top-tier student, a sheltered virgin who had spent her entire life hiding behind textbooks. She had never been touched, never been spoken to like this, and certainly never been exposed to something so raw and forbidden.

“Relax, Ciara. Just obey me and be free. You’re going to like it. I promise.” My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my clit. Blackmail. Guilt. Arousal. They twisted together until I couldn’t tell which was which. “Teach me,” he said softly. “Show me everything you’ve been doing with him.” So I did. I knelt on the cold stone floor exactly like I had for Father Chris. My hands shook as I opened the repentance book to the next chapter. My voice trembled as I started reading: “I renounce the sin of lust… I reject every impure touch that pulls me from grace…”

I ordered with a groan. “I….Rowen.” Chastity whined, and moaned. “You want more don’t you?” “Ye…yes.” “Not yet.” I could hear Chastity’s heavy breathing, as well as her moans, and sighs. I squeezed the base of my dick hard then slid my hand back up. “Rowen…..please.” Chastity whined. “Slowly push one finger into your pussy.” I growled, and heard Chastity moan again, “Just as slowly pull it back out than thrust your finger in again. Rub your clit with your thumb, lightly.”

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.

I had been wet since the afternoon, when the memory of his voice and the stretch of him and the taste of us on my tongue had followed me through every ordinary task. I selected a different manuscript this time—an early 17th-century bestiary, fragile and beautifully illuminated—and opened it carefully in the center of the table. Then I stepped out of my shoes, placed my hands on the wood, and bent over exactly as he had left me the night before. The position lifted the back of my skirt. The air moved across my exposed cunt and the backs of my thighs. I could feel how slick I already was. I waited. At 12:03 a.m. the outer door opened and closed. Familiar footsteps crossed the room. The deadbol

An unforgettable sex was always done with those who did not care about the dirt of sex until exhaustion, with the excessive heat and disheveled hair, and not even with spanking in the ass and hair pulls. Women who surrendered easily to that were the best in the world. And I loved the bbws. Because they used to like something stronger during the H hour. Not to mention everything there was to play during the act. I had an intimate speech that chubby women were like pots of honey, where you could smear and delight for long hours, without ever getting sick. And it was my favorite type, besides the type that my radar attracted the most. Throughout my life, I've never been with a thin and model gi