Novel & Cerita Erotic Whipping Stories

“M''m''me… d''sorry… sir! He pulls his fingers out of me and I barely have time to breathe as he slides back in and it feels like he has two more fingers, deep inside, which makes me scream again. "Does it hurt, Elisa?" he asks, whispering in my ear. “Y''y''yes. My tears start to fall down my cheeks. “Then I'll make you feel a lot more pain and soon you'll be begging for more. '' He takes his fingers out of my pussy and I breathe a sigh of relief, but soon I hear his low laugh and try to look back, but unfortunately I can't. I let out a loud moan of pain when he hits my thigh hard with the leather whip, then takes another and then another blow, making me fall on the bed, exhausted and crying

i gasp at his almost slick entrance. “You are not wet yet?” He asked seductively looking straight into my eyes. “I’ll punish you now.” He added and I felt the whip in his hand land on my pussy. *whip* I felt the urge so bad that, my pussy tingled with sensation, the heat surged through my body.

he cried hoarsely as he hit her again, this time the blow landing on her soft breast. He teased the thick, firm nipple, gliding his whip over the teat, as she rocked her hips. With an oath, St Just slapped her curvy bottom again, making her jump. He slid the head of his whip between her legs, teasing her clit and Bianca's tears streaming down her cheeks, gulping as she came. Her hips bucked wildly, like she was possessed, and St Just hit her across her a*se cheek again, repeatedly, even as the Irishman gripped her head and thrust savagely, emptying his seed into her willing open mouth. O’Grady seized the Pet’s head as he came, fierce and strong.

It was the exact reason our joint scenes were so intoxicating. I grabbed the heavy leather whip from the nearby workstation. "I'm going to give you ten lashes while you suck my friend's cock," I ordered. "Yes, Master," she whimpered. Eros gently caressed her face and flushed cheeks with his fingers before massaging his own hardening length. "Open your mouth," he commanded, and she complied instantly.

Our wetness mixed, making every movement slippery and sexy. She leaned forward, capturing one of my nipples in her mouth and sucking hard while her hips kept moving. Belle's fingers traced my jaw, then slid down to pinch my other nipple, twisting just enough to make me gasp into her mouth. Tasha picked up the pace, grinding against me faster, her clit rubbing mine with every roll of her hips. She reached down and spread my pussy lips wider with her fingers so our clits could grind directly together, the friction of our clits made the heat coil low in my belly.

I shivered, my cock still hard, hole twitching empty. “What now?” I whispered, my voice wrecked. He smirked, grabbing the whip again. “Round two. On your back.” Fear and thrill mixed together inside me but I spread my legs, inviting him. The first lash cracked across my thighs, reigniting the burn. I yelped, but arched up. “Yes, more.” He swung the whip steadily, the tails biting into my skin, welts overlapping the old ones. The pain was sharp, then melting sweet, my cock jumping with each hit.

Another whip landed on my ass, but then I felt his kisses on my ass, especially on the area where I was whipped. A moan escaped my lips, but it wasn’t heard because of the gag in my mouth. I felt him place tender kisses on my ass, and then another whip landed on my ass. “This is for not picking up your father’s calls.” He said, and I gulped as a sweet sensation washed over me. Another whip landed on my ass. “This is for making me restless all through the day…” I felt him run the whip on my ass, and then another whip landed on my ass while I moaned in the gag. “This is for getting me worried.” He groaned, and then I felt his kisses on my neck, and then he grabbed my breast and played with my

With each swing, his endurance diminished, until the last of his muscles stopped preparing for the blows, and he stopped making a series of painful sounds. Eric should have loathed the sight. Somewhere in his mind, he knew that seeing someone being whipped should disgust him, but nothing was further from the truth. The whip excites him more than anything else. His mind flashed back to the night he hit Kitten. She resisted, cursed at him, suddenly attacked him, but in the end, she broke in his arms. At the time, he hadn't thought about how she felt, and now he felt he shouldn't even think about it. He bent down and said to her, “You embarrassed me earlier. Should I strip you of all your cloth

He picked up the thin leather whip. He started slow. The strands flicked across her hard nipples again and again. Each light sting turned into warm pleasure. Serena moaned and arched her back. He moved lower, whipping the insides of her thighs, then gently flogged her swollen pussy. The leather kissed her clit over and over until she was dripping onto the sheets.

But he just slapped his cock against my cheek and pushed back in. “Too much? You came like a slut on the vibrator. Now take my dick down your throat.” He thrust faster, his balls hitting my chin. I gagged loudly, more tears flowing. My red thighs burned from the whipping, and my clit still tingled. The echoes played again in my mind, his voice calling me his whore, his cum filling me. It made me moan around his cock despite everything.