Dominatrix Erotica Novels & Stories

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

Her eyes were dark—hungry. “Bedroom,” she whispered. He stood—cock bobbing, shorts forgotten. They stumbled through the partition—into the master bed where Viktor had slept last night. She pushed him down—straddled him—dress hiked to her waist. Her bare pussy pressed against his shaft—hot, dripping. She ground slowly torturous—clit dragging along his length. Dominic’s hands roamed—cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples through the cotton. She moaned—head falling back.

My heart is pounding with each step and when I open my bedroom door, the bedroom we planed to be our love nest when we got married, Fred was on fours on the bed, fucking a big breasted blondie, while a huge black woman, all dressed in leather, had a dildo up his anus. Stop this derailed train that I want to get down! Fred tries to cover himself in bed and the dominatrix complains with him, kicking his ass with her hight heel shoe. “What the fuck, man? You paid a lot for both, you didn’t say anything about fucking this girl, you either pay more or I’m out.” Fred sits on the bed and raises his hands to his head, as if he didn’t believe he was caught red handed, trying to explain the inexplicab

The way that her hands caressed the crop and flogger as she pulled them out of the bag made me think that she may not have the same preferences as Tim. She wasn’t letting up on the dominatrix character, and the longer she remained in it, the more I realized that it wasn’t all just an act for a p**n video. She was going to dominate me, and the thought of my first time with another woman scared me more than a little.

“Now tell me your kinks, Elena. Be honest and dirty. What makes that pretty pussy wet when you think about it?” She blushed deeply but the heat between her legs grew again. “I like being dominated… and spanked hard. I like choking a little. And I really like when you call me your good girl and your queen at the same time. Also… I fantasize about being tied up and used while I can’t touch myself. It drives me crazy. I'm open to blindfollds.” Damon’s smirk grew into a dark smile. “Fuck, that’s perfect. My filthy little queen has such good taste. Get on your knees in the middle of the room.”

She produced a small whip from the nightstand and proceeded to smack my ass with it as I rocked back and fourth. "Faster! Fuck me faster you little bitch," she yelled. I was desperate to please her so I rocked as hard as I could, ramming the two headed toy into both of our throbbing cunts. As Amanda whipped me for her pleasure, I looked up at Paul who was staring down at us with unquestioned lust. The nubile young slut on her hands and knees with a dildo sticking out of her pussy getting ridden by the enthusiastic dominatrix. Whenever I would look down, Amanda would grab my hair and pull my head back to make eye contact with Paul as she yelled "Look at him bitch."

“Always.” Erotica 2.

Pressing my front against the cool glass, he began fucking me from behind again, hard, deep strokes that made my breasts smash against the window. Anyone looking up from the courtyard might see the outline of their king claiming his new slave against the glass. “Imagine them watching,” he growled, one hand fisting my wet hair while the other rubbed my clit. “Watching their alpha king pound his omega slave with this fat, curved cock. Watching me knot and breed you where everyone can see.” The risky, possessive words sent me spiraling. My orgasm hit hard and fast. I cried out, pussy clenching violently around his thick shaft as waves of pleasure ripped through me.

Samaire licked her lips as he covered her sex with his other hand. “You deserve better, baby…” Dominic pressed his finger against her slick and swollen clitoris, and she bucked against his hand. “You should have more… so much more…” “Just because I’m quiet doesn’t mean that I only like sweet, romantic sex. I want…” A rough moan tore from her throat. “Quiet?” Dominic said in a teasing tone as he stroked her sex. Her breath hitched in her throat as her skin went hot and tingly. He slid his fingers inside her for just one second, enough for her to lose her mind and yell.

I would have happily done it, but I was still suspended upside down from the cross with my two nether holes filled, in the background for some of Evelyn's and future shots. Shasta was wearing a red corset which put her tits on a platter, and a red leather thong provided by Mistress Dark. As Evelyn had on a half mask with a ball gag, Shasta removed the ball gag and squatted over her mouth, pulling her thong to the side, to show how a Dominatrix could use Evelyn's position for their own pleasure. Shasta only got a couple licks in the process, but she was dripping and Evelyn had to clean her up.