Chastity Fiction Novels & Stories

The pen trembled in her fingers. *Sometimes I touch myself in the shower and I pretend it is him. I push two fingers inside me and whisper his name against the wall. I imagine him standing there, telling me to go faster, to go harder, until my legs gave out. I came last night thinking about his voice. I came so hard that my knees almost buckled.* Her writing turned messy, ink smudging from her grip. She squeezed her thighs around the diary, her hips lifting off the bed. She wanted more. She dropped her pen for a moment, reached under her pillow, and pulled out the dildo she had bought weeks ago.

My tits jiggling with every movement. He gripped my hips, guiding me and thrusting up to meet my rhythm. The wooden wall creaked around us. His cassock was bunched around his waist and my dress was bunched around my neck too. We were completely exposed in the middle of the church. He reached between us and rubbed my clit furiously. “Come on me again,” he growled. “Let God and the saints hear how much you love sinning on my cock.” I shattered for the third time, my pussy convulsing around him. Father Elias groaned loudly, buried as deeply as possible, and came with a guttural sound.

I moaned. "Mmm, just so long as I can still go to the gloryhole while you're at school," she purred. "You can do whatever you want to me." My mom was such a slut, and I loved it. * * * Max Green can wait for Chastity to be ready to have sex. When he takes her out on their chaste dates, he doesn't care about the blue balls he'll be getting because he's banging his mom whenever he wants. Mommy will be more than ready to satiate the lusts his girlfriend creates.

Suddenly all went black. Nate, Ian, and Zaki's stories are Completed titled It's Just I Love You. Boy x Boy, intense, hotter, bondage, rape, and kinkier than this, if you are not into that stuff, sorry. That is, the story of the three of them is COMPLETED, but he is Boy X Boy, meaning Man to Man. You will get to know Zaki better in that story and find out how much he loves Ian and how much he loves you, argh just kidding haha. Waaaah. 👇 >

Q wouldn’t intentionally steer him wrong. Chastity was in her room at the estate. She had just changed into a long, blue night shirt. It was after eleven. She wasn’t like most girls her age. Most girls her age would be hitting the town on Friday night. Unless Chelsea invited her out on a night on the town, she stayed home on Friday and Saturday nights. It just wasn’t her thing. She slipped under the covers. The high count sheets felt so good and soft. She leaned back on the pillows. She was about to pick up her tablet to finish reading a book when Chelsea’s cell rang.

Two fingers slid through my folds and circled my swollen clit as I bit my lip hard. “Fuck…” I whispered, eyes fluttering shut. All I could see was them. Rylan’s dangerous grin. Rhys’s cold, calculating stare. The way they looked at me like I was already theirs. I pushed two fingers inside myself, pumping fast, imagining it was one of their thick cocks stretching me open. A soft moan escaped me. I rubbed my clit harder, legs shaking, chasing the orgasm I desperately needed. My small breasts heaved under the tight dress. I was so close already, shame and lust twisting together until I couldn’t tell which was stronger.

I placed my bag on the couch and began to unpack. "oh come on Stacy it's fine... and its gonna be fun.... please". I pout. "okay.... now stop making that ugly face" I chuckle. Stacy reached for my bag and brought out the pack of condoms. "What the fuck..... you didn't use this?" I roll my eyes at her. "Woah.... that's quite unheard of... going out with a guy as Gary and you know not....." She smirks. " or..... did he hit it bare?" I huff

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

She did the same to me, her hands mapping every muscle of my athletic frame, stroking my cock with firm, confident strokes that made me groan. We moved to the cushioned bench inside. I sat down, pulling her onto my lap facing me. She sank onto my length gradually, her tight heat enveloping me inch by inch. “Fuck, Stella, you feel so perfect,” I whispered, my hands gripping her ass as she began to ride me. The position allowed us to kiss deeply, our tongues dancing as her breasts pressed against my chest. I thrust up to meet her, hitting deep with each movement. Dirty talk flowed naturally, emphasizing the taboo that bound us. “My sweet stepsister, taking my cock like this. No one can know ho

“Tried to hide it with a cough earlier. Cute. But we both know what you are.” I should have pushed him away. Instead my legs opened wider the second he touched me again. “Say it,” he ordered, two fingers pushing deep inside me without warning. The wet sound was filthy in the quiet hallway. “I’m a whore,” I whispered. “Louder.” “I’m a slut.” My voice cracked as he curled those fingers and started working me in earnest. “Your brother’s wife… and still a fucking slut for you.” He kissed me hard—teeth and tongue—while he finger-fucked me against the counter. My hands fisted in his shirt. Every thrust of his fingers made more wetness spill down my thighs.