Erotic Whipping Stories Novels & Stories

I was getting used by these dominant men like the willing submissive that I was. I could handle pain so this was a little something for me. Besides, the pleasure I was getting from it was intense. The men pulled out and one of them brought out a horse whip. “You're going to count how many times I flog you, okay pretty girl. I’m sure you can take it.” He said and I nodded greedily immediately. “I can, I can.” I hurriedly said. “Such a greedy girl.” Another said and they all laughed. My pussy was already clenching over nothing as excitement filled my body. The first whip landed directly on my thighs and I screamed as I felt my core clench.

He fucked me hard, hips slapping loudly against my ass, his balls smacking my clit with every stroke. “Goddamn, this teen cunt is tight,” he growled, pounding me mercilessly. Each thrust shoved my body forward on the bench. Jax moved to my face again, shoving his cum-smeared cock back into my mouth while Victor destroyed my pussy constantly. They rotated fast. Marcus took my pussy next, long strokes that hit deep, grinding against my cervix. Jax spread my ass cheeks hard and pushed a thick finger into my tight asshole,I screamed, then two, stretching me open while Marcus railed me. The pressure built until I came hard around Marcus’s cock, squirting down my thighs with a broken moan/cry.

The way he pulled the base of her hair while thrusting heavily, and the way she reciprocated by satisfied moans, makes me forget that this is the mafia. I held back a moan when he let go of her hair as his hand travelled to her neck giving it a pressured choke. Just when I thought they were done after reaching their high, the two girls brought out a pair of whips before assuming a similar bent position. In one swift motion, the sound of whip echoed followed by pleasure as he massaged their red bottoms. And again, and again, and again. Until all I could hear was the sound of the whip and Mr. Johnson’s murder played in my mind. “No, please, stop!” I cried helpless in my mind.

My pussy was clamping down on him like a vice, trying to hold onto the only thing that felt solid. He was moving with a crazy, wild speed. He was hitting my G-spot with every heavy thrust while the whip kept biting my skin. I felt the orgasm building like a storm. "I'm going to teach you to never fail me again!" Silas roared. He let go of the whip and grabbed both of my breasts, pulling me back against him as he slammed into me one last time. "I'M CUMMING! SILAS! AHH! EEEE!"

Marcus moving back grabbing toys he walks back to her, his hand stroking along her body slowly. Putting the toys down he holds the whip, his hand swinging it over her ass watching her jump and scream. His hand raising the whip again as he swings it, causing her body to fall forward towards the wall as she screams again. "I'm not stopping, not until you finish this way then I will do something else." Anaya nods, her body jumping as she screams, feeling the whip, her mind picturing what might be next pushing her closer to the limit, a scream escaping her mouth as the whip hits again.

I trembled with anticipation, not knowing what he had planned for me. And then, I felt a sharp, tingling sensation on my back, and I knew it was the whip. "I have a story to tell you, Britney Williams," he said, his voice low and intense. Before I could even brace myself, he brought the whip down hard on my ass, and I cried out in pain and pleasure, biting my lip to hold back my screams. "Fuck it!!" I moaned out loudly. At this point, I realised that there was no escape from his powerful, dominating desire. And I was more than willing to submit to his every command.

"Do you see the cocks of the two men? They're erect, even after recently cumming, just watching you squirm in pleasure. I know you care nothing for cock, but how does it feel to be so desired by two men who would love nothing more than to slip into your dripping cunt right now? Or the two women, who would love to feel your legs wrapped around their heads as they drank of your sweet nectar like Lucia is now. Of course, as a slave, you will be dining on all the women of the house. I don't even think you should have use of your hands, which I'll confine behind your back. They'll soak your face in feminine fluids as you lick their cunts." It didn't take long for Rhonda to cum. She was writhing o

I lie here moaning as his mouth plants kisses on me, moving around my body, sometimes losing feeling and then feeling them again. The whip swings. I feel the sting and moan, wishing I could feel it like before. His hands drag the whip up my body, teasing me, the leather rubbing across the skin as he swings it back down, so it hits my arse. I moan, my fists clenching as the whip again runs across my body, the leather driving me crazy. I can’t do this, I need more.

I whispered, my fingers digging into the sheets. "Then you will have to earn it. You touched yourself without telling me. There will be consequences." "Yes, Master," I said, pressing my chest flat against the bed. The whip struck my right butt cheek. Pain and pleasure crashed through me. My hips trembled. My nipples stiffened. I was dripping. "You’ve been very bad, Rebel. You will learn the hard way," he said. "I’m sorry, Master," I moaned, grinding involuntarily. He struck the other cheek. My clit pulsed, burning with need.

I trembled with anticipation, not knowing what he had planned for me. And then, I felt a sharp, tingling sensation on my back, and I knew it was the whip. "I have a story to tell you my sweet Joanna," he said, his voice low and intense. Before I could even brace myself, he brought the whip down hard on my ass, and I cried out in pain and pleasure, biting my lip to hold back my screams. "Fuck it!!" I moaned out loudly. At this point, I realized that there was no escape from his powerful, dominating desire. And I was more than willing to submit to his every command.