Erotic Punishment Stories Novels & Stories

"Get up," he commanded. "I want to see this legendary pussy that I've heard so much about." I obeyed him like a good girl as he picked me up and put me on the sofa’s arm rest. He stood in front of me and I wrapped my legs around him, aligning my pussy with his cock. He licked his hand and slapped my pussy hard. I squealed. He kept doing it, slapping and flicking my clit with his hand, punishing it for taking so long to present itself to him. Nick breached my pussy gates with his long pole as I screamed in pleasure. He wasn't playing around. He was angry at his situation and his ex and wanted to let off steam. And I was his willing and obedient outlet. He continued to fuck me, each subsequent

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.

Using his index finger, he tapped lightly on my pussy making me shiver involuntarily. “Please..” I whispered. Desperation creeping into my voice. He seemed to enjoy torturing me as he said with a smirk. “Please what honey? Please fuck you till you won’t be able to walk? Please fuck you till you can’t remember your name? Begging to have a taste of your teacher’s cock, such a bad girl.” The more he spoke, the more my pussy throbbed and my juices leaked. As if he sensed I won’t be able to condole the torture anymore, he buried his face in my cunt and dragged his tongue up my clit.

I did, my hips lifting and slamming down, and my breasts bouncing heavy as my ass slapped his thighs loud. Elena reached out from the chair, pinched my nipple hard, and I cried out, riding faster. Her other hand slapped my thigh, a sharp sting. "Faster, you dirty slut. Grind that pussy on him." I bounced harder, my pussy clenching around him, and Damian’s hands gripped my hips, thrusting up to meet me. I came hard, shaking and moaning loud as my wetness ran down his cock. Elena stood again, her hand slick when she pulled it out.

I made her ride me while I pulled the chain connecting her nipple clamps. “Bounce on it like the cheap whore you are. Show me how you fuck your lovers.” She rode desperately, tears streaming, but her pussy was dripping. I made her cum repeatedly while calling her every degrading name — cumrag, worthless wife, blackmail bitch, sadistic toy. Later, I brought out a double-ended dildo and scissored with her brutally, our cunts mashed together as I controlled the rhythm. I slapped her face and choked her while we tribbed. The finale was me making her eat my pussy for nearly forty minutes straight while I sat on her face in a reverse facesit, whipping her pussy the entire time. She made me cum mul

He added another finger, his lips spread into a sardonic smile when he took in my pain strike expression. “How perfect.” He remarked amidst his cruel laughter, his hands reaching for my neck, “Don’t like this, bébé?” he taunted, adding another finger into my ass. I parted my lips, swallowing the bile in my throat. We fucked last night, and I didn’t cum without his permission. Why was he punishing me? Was this one of his weird kinks?

“I know you can.” Toussaint gave another slow but sudden thrust and stars exploded behind Jace’s eyelids, sharp pain coursing through his veins and igniting his nerves. A few thrusts more and Jace’s body soon became acclimated to Toussaint’s size and upon noticing that; he picked up the pace. Toussaint had no restraint, pounding rigorously into Jace’s hole with an unmatchable ferocity and speed. Pleasure and pain entwined as Jace’s arms shot out to wrap around Toussaint’s wide back, clawing at him and begging for more. The sound of flesh pounding and harsh moans filled the room as Toussaint didn’t hold back with his thrusts.

His fingers dipped between her legs again, finding her absolutely soaked. “So wet from your punishment,” he murmured approvingly. “Such a perfect little pain slut.” He pulled her upright and spun her around, lifting her onto the table. Her sore ass pressed against the cool wood, making her hiss. He stepped between her spread thighs, hands cupping her full breasts through the sheer blouse. He pinched both nipples hard, rolling them between his fingers until she moaned loudly. “Open your blouse. I want to see these pretty tits while I reward you.”

He kept on beating and kicking her until her blood was spilled in every corner of the house entrance. The more Lucy begged for her life the more Eric got the urge to be more aggressive with her and there was absolutely nobody that could save Eva from Eric's punishment. When Eric noticed that Eva was tired of begging and pleading for her life but wasn't still satisfied with the torture just right then a despicable idea can to his mind and it was to r**p her which he did without thinking twice. He loved the feeling that she was not resisting him, she was not struggling to break free; it was more like she had surrendered to him completely while he had his way with her the way he wanted.

"Feel every inch. Tell us what you're thinking—how you'd beg for our cocks to replace those pathetic fingers." "I'm... thinking about you inside me," I admit through sobs, the words pulled from me, dark and honest. "Filling me, me—please." Nolan laughs cruelly, his pinch turning to a slap on my clit—the sting explosive, making me scream. "Pathetic. Keep going—make yourself come, but only when we say. If you do it too soon, we'll punish you worse." The intensity ramps up, their hands everywhere—slapping, pinching, biting—while I finger myself under their watchful eyes, the burn of their denial mixing with pain, building to an unbearable peak.