Novel & Cerita Erotic Stories Humiliation

she begged, pushing her hips forward desperately. He edged her, bringing her right to the brink twice, only to deny her each time. He spread her legs even wider and thrust back into her soaked pussy. His muscular body loomed over her as he pounded her deep and hard. “Beg like the whore you are,” he demanded, his thick cock slamming into her again and again. "Call me Sir." Tears rolled down Lara’s cheeks as pleasure and humiliation mixed. “Please, Sir… Don't stop!” Raymond fucked her even harder. He tightened his grip on her hips. His thrusts made her vision blur with intense pleasure.

ELLA POV I feel humiliated in this humble pose, and yet I’ve got the tingles deep inside and I can feel the wetness between my legs. Is humiliation something that gets me off, just like the pain he causes during my punishments? I’m not sure, but it sure does seem like it. When I feel him come up behind me, I can feel his eyes on my lady bits, and it turns me on even more.

I said while I continued stroking him, increasing and reducing at different times, I needed him compliant. "Ooooooh" Karl moaned, Like Elaina, I had figures out that name calling and dirty talking would turn him on quickly and he didn’t disappoint. Somehow Karl couldn't understand why the name calling and humiliation was turning him on. I started moving forward gradually while Karl stepped backwards, as we got to the foot of the bed, I pushed him hard and he fell backwards on the bed and within the twinkle of an eye, I jumped on him, sat on his face, and started grinding my pussy on his face. "You don't get to cum until I cum slut, get licking." I ordered hitting him on his chest. Just then

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”

Willow asked, her voice quaking as her pleasure built. Cash shrugged. “A lot of submissives enjoy being humiliated. Degraded. They relish the loss of control over their bodies, just like you’re doing right now. Giving me money while I tell them how pathetic they are through their phone or computer screen, reminding them that they’ll never so much as touch me... it’s just another form of humiliation. Another way of giving up control.” “Oh, God...” Willow muttered, her orgasm nearing. “I didn’t say you could come yet, dear,” Cash said.

Exposed. He didn’t move. “Touch yourself.” My eyes widened. “What?” “You heard me. Show me how desperate you are.” My breath came short as I hesitated. “Now.” I bit my lip and let one hand trail down my stomach, between my thighs. My fingers found my pussy and I gasped. He sat down in the armchair again, legs wide, watching me. “Good girl. Rub slow.” I obeyed, touching myself while he watched, my cheeks burning with humiliation and arousal. I was losing control, and he knew it. That was the point.

The man was forced to stand in a horse stance position, his cock pointing nearly straight down, driving in and out of her sloppy slit. Next came the fingering... and boy, Paige wasn’t lying about those bony knuckles. The man, yes, did survive the ordeal and advanced to the next stage (though he remained scarred for life, never able to view his granny in the same light again). Here the game now turned to the final girl. Some redheaded pale lass. The host assisted her into the required position (supposedly a breach of conduct when others violated the touching rule, yet not here). She then begged for not only his cock, but his cum. And so the host pile-drove her into the floor boards. Rammed th

He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form. “Tell me, Miss Harper,” he murmured, tilting my chin up with two fingers, “do you touch yourself while reading those scenes? Do you imagine it’s you getting used like a filthy office whore?” My thighs clenched together. I was already getting wet. Shame and arousal mixed dangerously inside me. “I… I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered, voice barely audible. He smiled. “Don’t be sorry. Stand up.” I obeyed immediately. My legs felt weak.

She was completely limp as the men laughed at her. Nick finally slipped his fingers from her wetness, wiping them off on her burning ass before pushing her to the floor. She just collapsed, her cheeks tear-stained and her pussy dripping as her tits heaved with her heavy breathing. She felt like a puddle, her muscles all liquid as she laid there, the men watching her. That orgasm had been even harder than the one she gave herself in front of them, and she hated it, hated that Nick gave it to her with just his fingers. Tears filled her eyes for a whole other reason as the humiliation filled her.

she breathed, voice cracking. He withdrew his hand, stepped back, and gestured for her to remain seated. The rest of the lecture was exquisite, unbearable torture. Gabriel paced, lecturing on erotic power dynamics, on the thrill of being owned, on the ecstasy of surrender. Every time he looked at her, she felt it like a physical touch. He described scenes of public exposure, of being used while others watched, of cuming untouched from sheer humiliation. By the time he dismissed the class, Ivy was shaking, soaked, on the verge of tears and orgasm.