Clit Torture Hentai Novels & Stories

He reached under me, rubbing my clit with a rough, fast motion that sent me over the edge. I felt it coming, a massive, body-numbing climax. My muscles tensed, my toes curling as I came, my pussy milking his cock in tight, frantic pulses. Daniel let out a roar, his own release hitting me deep inside, filling me up with his heat. He didn't stop, giving a few more desperate thrusts before collapsing on top of me.

I was reeling over the edge, climaxing as my body convulsed nonstop, my eyes rolled to the back of my skull and I lost my arch, falling back down onto the bed. My muffled moans echoed within the walls of the room as the dildo continued to torture me with pleasure. I heard footsteps and tongue-clicking. "Well, what do we have here? A disobedient little kitty," I could hear Clint say. I felt his hands violently smack my ass. I shuddered and moaned through the ball gag. He smacked me again, and again until my ass went numb. "Look how wet you are, despite how much pain I am inflicting on you. Such a dirty little slut," Clint cooed.

God, his hands are doing magic, making me beg within seconds. When his hands slide under me, pressing against my heated center, I push against it, holding onto the sheet, not realizing that it is me ripping it this time. He keeps biting me, gently and not enough to mark the skin. But enough to make me writhe in pleasure, while his fingers touch my clit in slow but forceful strokes. Luca concentrates his assault on my clit, slowly adding more pressure, sliding his finger inside my hot center every now and then. I enjoy his sweet torture, urging him to never stop.

My head fell back and I closed my eyes when he squeezed the inflation bulb and my asshole was pressured painfully wider. But then he observed it up with leaning nearer over me, reducing his face among my legs to present a single, lengthy lick up in my slit to my clit. I could not hold from shrieking wildly, greatly surprised with a sunburst of sensation. Some of it was suitable, a whole lot of it was lousy, however the satisfactory of it was downright hellish. "Look at how red you've gotten between the eyes of the hooks. Fuck! This is what torture should look like."

and I almost felt ashamed as I visibly relaxed. When he returned, I could feel the flogger trail over my skin once more but this time I felt a bit more confident that he was not going to use it harshly against me. I began to relax beneath his tutelage and was on the verge of a heated moan when I felt him lightly strike my throbbing clit with the tails. I almost came unglued but knew he was smiling at my responses. I wanted to beg him to end this delicious torture and go ahead and fuck me because this was driving me insane. I had never wanted someone so much in my life and my whole body was aching to feel him plunge deep into me over and over again, harder than I had ever been fucked before.

His fingers clenched over my thigh as he thrusted harder, deeper, shafting me in long, fast strokes. Before I knew it he was flipping me over, forcing me on my hands and knees. He brought both my hands to my back and pinned it with one hand while the other hand was being used to spank my ass. I cried in pleasure, never have I ever experienced this level of sexual torture. “Just touch me,’ I whined, arching impatiently against his hand. Slowly, he brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over my folds. ‘God, fuck. Don't stop.’ He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between and gathering my wetness. He parted me with two fingers and found my clit, rubbing it in small circl

I’m so sensitive, but dying for him to keep touching me. “You like that, don’t you?” he asks. He keeps fingering me with two fingers while rubbing slow circles on my clit. He must know this is torture for me—being teased like this while I can’t say anything. Being gagged by a cock, which only makes me want to get fucked more. Dante lets out a small grunt. “Fuck it, I can’t wait any longer before having this tight pussy.”

Despite my desperate screams, Bhyron keeps thrusting, hitting my g-spot over and over until my orgasm finally arrives, tearing through my body like a wildfire and temporarily rendering me incapable of speech. Bhyron tortures me with his tongue and teeth all through my orgasm, and I ride his mouth until I’m spent and wrung of every single drop of energy I’ve got left. Finally, when I’ve returned to earth, I open my eyes to find him standing over me with two plastic clips in his hands. My once tired mind becomes alert when I realize that those are no ordinary clips. They’re nipple clams. Bhyron’s hair falls over his face as he goes on his knees beside me.

He tore his clothes off of his body and I giggled seeing his enthusiasm. He came to me and grabbed both of my wrists in his one hand. He took my fingers inside his mouth that I used for teasing my clitoris. He sucked my fingers and I moaned. He pinned my hands above my head and slapped my pussy a few times. I moaned in pleasure when he pinched my clitoris as a punishment for touching myself. "Did I not warn you not to touch yourself ever? You are mine to touch, mine to fuck and mine to torture." He whispered in my ear and pushed me with the bed. I landed on the bed on my stomach.

I rode her tongue relentlessly, grinding my clit against her until I came, shaking violently and flooding her mouth with my hot, thick cum, making her choke and swallow it all down. Then I flipped around, still face-sitting her, and slammed the dildo deep into her own cunt while I rubbed my hairy pussy against hers in a messy, slippery trib. I pressed our pussies together hard—my thick, hairy lips grinding and sliding against her smooth, shaved ones in wet, noisy friction, my clit rubbing directly on hers as I rocked my hips in deep circles. At the same time I pounded the dildo into her with brutal force, stretching her creamy hole wide, pulling it out to watch her gape before slamming it ba