Clit Torture Hentai Novels & Stories

He holds my thighs firmly in place keeping me prisoner underneath his powerful mouth as he continues his onslaught. My torso begins to buck and thrash off the bed, my overstimulated clit begging for reprieve, but he keeps me trapped, forcing my body to endure the most brutal and exquisite torture it has ever known. My body throws itself back like a rag doll, arching as I yank at his hair with what would be enough force to rip the strands from the roots if he were human, but they hold as strong as his mouth on my clit and quickly I feel another earth shattering orgasm explode from my body as my animalistic cries fill my tiny loft.

He licked my clit at a quick pace while his fingers were thrusting inside me, and my velvet walls sucked his fingers helplessly, oh how that can make Toshiro finish right here and then. Toshiro's fingers were scissored inside while his tongue and thumb rubbed my clit. I felt the familiar knot in my stomach like butterflies, but it was different, and I felt like peeing instead. I moaned as I came, squirting at him. "Fuck that's hot." His eyes widened as he only continued fucking me with his fingers and tongue. I tried to push him off from being sensitive but he only held my thighs tighter, and I know for sure it'll leave bruises.

“You want to cum, slut?” “Yes. Please. Please,” I pant. The vibrator touches my clit...just a slightly, and I jolt violently. “Look at her squirm,” a man says. “Fucking slut's on edge.” Then the real torture begins. The toy moves rhythmically. First up and down, then circling, side to side. It’s relentless as every nerve in my clit lights up and I cry out. “Make her cum,” someone growls. “Make her scream.” I arch my back, hips lifting off the bench, offering my cunt to the air, to them, to anyone who’ll touch me again.

He raised his eyes with a corner smile on his face. “ Back to the beginning. "He leaned over my breasts. Hell. I couldn't keep quiet and always at the best moment he resumed for the beginning. That night would really be long. Again, we were there. He followed with his tongue towards my clitoris and I fought against my own body not to move. Of all the kinds of sensual torture that I've ever submitted to experience, that was one of the worst. How could I take place against myself? Even more so having Friederich between my legs.

“Gonna ruin this pretty pussy. Gonna fill you up until you’re dripping me for days.” My clit pulsed under my thumb. I was close already — too close. I slowed my fingers, pulled them almost all the way out, then slammed back in deep. My back arched off the mattress. “Not yet,” I panted. “You don’t get to cum until I say.” Teasing myself was my favorite kind of torture. I’d bring myself right to the brink, thighs shaking, cunt clenching desperately around nothing, then force myself to stop. Over and over. Until I was a whimpering, dripping mess begging my own fingers for mercy.

When he tried to add another, it wouldn’t fit. “How will my cock fit inside you when you’re this tight. We’re going to have to stretch you out, birichina. I can’t wait to have all the fun in the world with you.” He thrust his fingers in and out of me at high speed. I struggled not to be loud, but I was failing miserably. He enjoyed all the torture he was inflicting on me. When he pressed his palm on my clit as he gently stroked my walls, I came so hard that my whole body shook. He stroked me until I rode out my orgasm. When he pulled them out of me, he put them in his mouth and licked them clean.

They tasted great with chicken and ham too! Biting down into his pizza and pouring out a glass of diet coke, Joe resumed his research and settled for watching some really disturbing BDSM videos about the use of chastity cages, urethra plugs and post orgasm tortures.

You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying. It's madness, a disease, call it whether you want ... .It doesn’t change the fact that you have no control over your body, thoughts or actions. And the only cure? Take a wild guess. I stumbled into the restroom, picking the farthest stall before locking it and slamming my back against it. One hand found my blouse, slipped into it and found my boob….The other found its way into my mouth. I was panting, everything in me racing. And like any dirty girl would, I let my mouth welcome the two fingers.

The pleasure is a tidal wave, and I am drowning in it! Suddenly, he reaches out with one large, heavily tattooed hand and he slides his rough fingers between my thighs, finding my swollen, sensitive clit and rubbing it with a wicked friction while he continues to fuck me from behind. "You like that, don't you..." he pants,and his fingers on my clit increase their pace. "I want you to cum on my cock, Little Doll..."

“Take it. This is mine, too. This little bud that makes you scream. I’m going to fuck it with my cock before I fuck it with my tongue again.” He increased the pressure, ground the rigid length against my clit in a slow, brutal rhythm. The friction was almost too much, a sharp, bright torture that wound a new, impossible coil of tension in my gut. My hands clawed at the sheets. A choked sob escapes me. “Please… Dante… it’s too much…”