Clit Torture Hentai Novels & Stories

He grabs my hips and pulls me up to meet the hardness of him, rocking against my wet heat. He separates my thighs with his knee, driving into the space with a possessive friction that drags the warm, slightly damp skin of his thigh across my slick, heated pussy. My body screams for him, a frantic, animalistic demand. He doesn’t give me his heat immediately, choosing a slower, more delightful form of torture instead. He dips his head, his mouth finding my throbbing clit. The instant, demanding pressure of his skilled tongue, hot and wet against my core, causes a visceral disruption, bypassing my brain entirely and going straight to my nerves.

“Oh, Jensen please don’t stop.” This woman was incredible, I had been such a dick to her, and yet here she was giving herself to me and it was driving me crazy. I sat up and pulled her pants off leaving her completely exposed to me because she didn’t have any panties on. I placed my lips on the inside of her thighs and started kissing up them slowly making my way to her wet opening. She moaned out my name as I brought my tongue to her clit and started to slowly lick and suck on it. Her hips bucked as I placed one finger inside her all while my tongue did tricks on her clit. I was going to take my time with her. I continued my slow torture on her clit as I entered another finger and started t

I pleaded planning to take off the blindfold. My clit was throbbing painfully and I desperately needed to soothe it. But Salvador wanted to play. Just when my frustration reached its height, he moved the soaking fabric to the side and rubbed against my clit. Slowly. “Shit. Sal…Fuck.” I cried out, happy that the sound from the screen dulled my screams. Whoever was being tortured wailed at the same time I did. Both of us were receiving different types of torment. A finger…or two… I'm not sure, rubbed my clit in circular motions.

"Ah—aah—mmm" My body from trashed from the over flow of pleasure the nipple clamps brought, my thoughts were turned to mush as he continued his slow torture on my clit and nipples, I wanted him to stop but I also wanted him to continue what ever he was doing to me, the contradiction in my own body made me feel insane— it was simply maddening

She used every single tool she laid her hands on. Hailee screamed in pain and at some point, she passed out. I tried to intercede but I didn't want to do anything that would anger my fiancé, so I let her. She was revived revived cold water before another torture session continued. And with each stroke of the club, Clara called her a "whore." The dark pleasure continued to rise within me again. The thought of gagging and fucking every hole in her body as she was being battered crossed my mind, and left quickly.

he muses as he takes the sensitive bundle and pinching it between his fingers, “If you can get off with me torturing your slutty little body then you can come, but you’re not getting any more cock right now.” He proceeds to do just that, no more softness when touching my clit or nipples, no, all I feel is delicious pain as he pinches, sucks, and bites at me. He leaves love bites everywhere, staking his claim on me, and it only turns me on more. I’m a slut for the pain that he inflicts, and I beg for more, but he continues at his own place. He’s meticulous about doling it out, making sure he doesn’t go overboard and really hurt me, but I can tell that he’s enjoying every time I cry out at a n

When he finally unleashed, it was a full overload: machine in my pussy, his cock in my ass, Hitachi on my clit, clamps on nipples. I squirted endlessly, body convulsing. Alex joined again, watching the double-penetration and gaping displays. Multiple creampies, facials, tit coverage, and throat pies left me a happy, destroyed mess.

I growled. She whined in frustration and tried again, lifting her pussy higher, spreading her cunt lips wider with her own fingers, practically offering herself to me. I let the head slip inside her tight heat for just a second — enough to feel her walls clench greedily — then pulled out completely and went back to rubbing and flogging her clit. She kept trying, over and over, raising her soaked pussy, begging with her body. Every time I let the tip breach her, I pulled out again, denying her what she craved while continuing to torture her clit.

My cunt tingles rapidly, the slick moisture dripping down my inner thigh as I press my weight back against his hard chest. "I want that, Master... please." My voice is thick, completely ruined with want, but he simply moves the leather whip lower, using the handle to flick the steel clitoris clamp. "Always a greedy little cunt." "Only for you." I pant into the darkness, feeling his massive presence shift directly behind me before he reaches down and applies a sudden, agonizing pressure to the clitoris clamp, tearing another deep, echoey scream from my lips. "Bend forward." I obey the command instantly, arching my back until I feel the heat of his face hovering inches away from my bare ass.

Aeron edges me with the vibrator pressed firm to my clit while Tristan fingers my ass, stretching the tight ring. Zayden makes me watch in a mirror across the room as Zephyr pounds a huge dildo in and out of my dripping hole, the wet squelching sounds filling the red-lit room. Every time my pussy starts fluttering, every time my toes curl and my back arches as high as the bonds allow, they stop. Pull away. Slap my clit lightly, degrading me with filthy words. It’s absolute torture. They know what I want, but they’re not giving it to me.