Novel & Cerita Enema Erotic Stories

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

I could feel my wetness soaking through the nightie. Opening my eyes, I realised the scene had changed. The man sat on a sofa, and she climbed over him, twerking on his dick. I stood up, turning the chair so that the backrest was facing me. I stuck the dildo to the chair's surface and bit my lip in anticipation . I held the chair, imagining them as Frank as I slowly let my pussy down on the dildo. God, I was so tight. "Oh, Frank, your dick is so big..", I moaned , feeling the dildo spread my pussy wide. The woman in the video was moaning loud as she twerk on his dick. Turning me on.

I screamed as the first orgasm hit me. The tongue continued to twirl over my clitoris, making me cum over and over. Anna stared intently and smiled as my face contorted with each orgasm. I felt pleasure pulse through my body like waves crashing against the beach—powerful, strong, and unstoppable. I gasped for more and more air. Slowly the waves slowed as I caught my breath. I felt the purple dildo slowly and gently enter me. Anna was above me, grinding the strap-on into me. Each thrust made me moan. I loved the rocking motion and the slurping sound as the strap-on went in and out of me. Anna was above me; our breasts met and clung together in the heat and sweat. She kissed me hard as she pic

"Sex is always... boring with him so I never cum. I've been faking my orgasm since we got married." Seraphine felt the sweet sensation stop. Perhaps he was shocked. Maybe. The feather continued its maddening path, tracing the outline of her labia, dipping slightly into her entrance before retreating. Her muscles tensed, straining against the cuffs. "I'm tired of pleasuring myself... I want a rough fuck by a real man," she continued, the words pouring out of her now, fueled by the teasing and the darkness. He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "Interesting wishes whore"

I can truthfully say that I am not a fan of enemas, and if anything keeps me on the straight and narrow, an enema punishment would definitely be one of them. I have to admit that I do feel a bit lighter and less bloated, but the cramps that come with the procedure are not something that I prefer to do. Now, the way that Jace is taking charge and being his sexy Dominant self, punishing me in that awful way, and threatening me with ginger root, yep, I’m so horny for him that I’m happy to climb onto the bed and let him stick it where the sun doesn’t shine.

The man's mouth parted slightly as he watched her touch herself. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, gasping at the sensation. The stranger's free hand drifted down to palm himself through his boxers. The sight of him touching himself while watching her sent another flood of wetness to her already soaked panties. She let one hand slide down her stomach, over the lace of her underwear. Her fingers pressed against her clit through the fabric, making her hips jerk slightly. "Fuck," she whispered to the empty room. Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties.

I heard him groan through the phone. "That wet already?" "Yes, Father." "Say it properly." "Yes... Father Elias." "Good girl. Now rub your clit, slowly. Pretend it's my tongue. You want that again, don't you?" I moaned, my hips moving against my fingers, my forehead hitting the mirror. "Yes... I need it—need you." "You'll get it. But not before you come, right now, with your fingers. I want to hear it." My breaths turned into gasps. My fingers moved faster. The ache building from the moment I walked into the restroom now burned hot and ready.

I wiped the last of the cum off my cock as I clicked on the box to open our private chat room. I couldn’t type fast enough to tell him how much his stories had turned me on. After I told him I had stroked myself to three climaxes in an hour and a half—more than I had ever been able to do before—he asked me if I would like to experiment with some online sex and masturbate together. I asked him if he was sure that no one else could read what we were doing, and he assured me that in the private chat room no one would mind—it happened all the time.

What had he meant by when the lesson was learnt? My mind flashed back to the promotional video on his page, advertising him as an erotic tutor—a sex therapist, if one wanted to make it sound fancy. That video was nothing short of a p**n. Do you need to cum, Tessy? Rub your clit a little faster while you finger your pussy… No, darling, not like that. Like so. I almost wet my pants. His voice had been so low and gravelly, melting my insides and filling me up with intense heat.

The room was a symphony of filth: wet slaps, muffled moans, the creak of desks, the squelch of cocks plunging into stretched holes, the occasional sharp slap of skin on skin. Marcus sped up in Ava’s ass—short, brutal thrusts—then buried deep, groaning as he came again—hot pulses flooding her back hole. He pulled out slowly—cum leaking from her gaping ass, dripping down to mix with the mess between her thighs. Ava came again—screaming into Lila’s cunt—body convulsing, ass clenching around nothing now. Lila followed—hips bucking, squirting over Ava’s face. Ethan slammed into Jade one last time—came with a low growl—filling her cunt again until it overflowed, running down her thighs.