Clit Torture Stories Novels & Stories

Claire furrowed her brows, stalling in her tracks, "Bloody hell! Are we seriously having this conversation? Fine, let's hear this: At least, women don't objectify you men in the stories. We don't call you— sugar títs, big jello balls, my cute little holes and yet you want to rip it apart with your monster cóck!" "And, and, often reducing us to our bodies— her títs were sinful like two perfect globes, her lips could fit perfectly around my huge cóck, her pussy was like an elastic band stretching and squeezing according to my size. What are we— a silicon sêx doll? You pull and squeeze our private parts and expect us to not get hurt." "Oh, you forgot the incubator." Hunter said and Claire's fro

Mirabel moaned and opened her legs wider needing him inside her as she arched towards him from her chest down. He inserted his finger into her and she moaned. While the first finger was still there, he inserted the second and she moaned harder arching more towards him. Then he added the third finger and as the finger went into her, it brushed her clitoris roughly and she was sure she was going to burst with need and she screamed. He did this while still nursing at her breasts. 'Joel, you will kill me....' 'Just like you are killing me'. 'Oh take me, please, end this torture'.

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.

The pleasure I felt was too much. He undid his shirt and slipped off his trouser, revealing his big shaft. I felt horny again at the sight of it. He positioned the tip of his shaft at the entrance of my mound, but he didn't put it in. He used it to rub my clit continuously until I almost lost my mind. “Shaun, stop this, please” He was doing it again_ Torturing me. “Don't do that" I wanted him inside me so badly and I was certain he wanted me to.

I nearly scream out my lungs but it only comes out as a muffled gasp through the thong. My core clenches around his fingers and he reaches around to rub my clit furiously as I writhe and twist against him. Then, “Mason! I’m coming. Mason, please…Ungh..slow down…” He doesn’t listen. Neither does he slow down. I dig my fingers into his arms and collapse against him as my climax explodes within me so hard, I see stars. Mason continues to torture and stroke my clit, not giving me the chance to recover. “Mason, please. I’m sensitive. Please…”

Being tortured by pain was one thing - being tortured by pleasure was another entirely. “Stop, stop, stop,” I whispered, unable to help myself. Almost certain that I couldn’t suffer through yet another second of this miserable torment, he came at me again. Spluttering and groaning, my clitoris so sensitive it could barely be touched without pain, he took no mercy on me, diving in for yet another round.

His pace increased as I gripped on both sides of the bedsheets, my lips pressed in. "Nicole you moaned. I didn't allow you to moan did I?"he huskily asked. His pace on my clit was setting me ablaze. What sort of torture was this? He laid down on the bed whilst he had me sit on his cock and rubbed on my clit. I moaned out louder than the first, unable to stifle it. "Oh fuck...raph..."I cried out. "Do you want me to fuck you baby?"he sensually asked, not slowing down on my clit.

He felt so disgusted that he wanted to vomit. Kira was startled by his reaction and froze for a moment. Her face turned red, and she could not stand his repulsed gaze. She wanted to speak in embarrassment, but Clayton did not give her a chance. His eyes were cold and ruthless as he said harsh words. “If you don’t leave in half an hour, I’ll get someone to break your other leg too!” Kira trembled violently. She had never suffered such an insult. This was harder for her to accept than the time she was raped by two homeless men on the streets abroad.

>>To be continued>> Narrated by Anthony Kerc**THE SHAMBA BOY SAGA: THIRTY-THREE** We talked over the phone with my husband for about 5 minutes until he told me he was feeling sleepy. That night I was feeling hornier than ever after being romanced by Felix and missing to get a fuck. I began fantasizing about some of my best sexual encounters with Ken until I found myself softly touching my clitoris. I began to massage my own clitoris, taking time to smear it with my vaginal fluids until its tip was all wet making me feel so hot all over the body as I caressed it slowly as I moaned silently there from the sexual torture I was giving myself.

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.