Erotic Whipping Stories Novels & Stories

I wanted to tell him to stop — that I wasn’t sure I could handle this — but the gag turned my words into pathetic, muffled noises. The first strike landed hard across my ass. Sharp pain exploded across my skin. I screamed into the gag, my body jerking violently. The whip came again and again, each lash deliberate and cruel. I writhed and thrashed, but my cock was painfully hard between my legs, throbbing with unwanted arousal. This is humiliating.

The vibrator came in next, thrusting quickly inside my body as his hands cupped both breasts, taking each nipple into his warm mouth. “Hmm….” He moaned, sending vibrations through my breasts to my body as I screamed. “Yes… scream.” He whispered again, using the whip on my pussy as tears began rolling down my cheeks. “Fuck!” I screamed. “Fuck…fuck me! Fuck my pussy!” My screams made him go feral and in one swift movement,he thrust his cock into my dripping pussy,not relenting one bit. He increased his thrusts as my screams grew louder and louder. His whip landed on my stomach,my breasts, leaving trails of dark red marks as they landed.

“You had such beautiful skin before this. It’s such a pity we have to punish such a good little whore.” Ginny tried to stop her moans from slipping out when Bernard began to drag his finger through her fold and towards her ass. She hated every second of it but because he knew her body so well she found herself growing wet and begging for release. Once again Bernard denied her orgasm and lashed her with the whip. “Such a stupid thing to do. Whores shouldn’t think.They should spread their legs to be used.” He growled, grabbing her hair roughly and thrusting deep inside of her pussy.

She felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine at the sight of the flogger, its tails swinging gently in the breeze. "Are you ready for this, my love?" he whispered in her ear. She nodded, unable to speak. He smiled, the expression in his eyes promising pleasure and pain in equal measure. Slowly, deliberately, he began to swing the flogger, the soft leather tails tickling her skin before making contact with her bare bottom. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before; it was both thrilling and terrifying. She felt his hand on her hip, guiding her body as he continued to strike, the impact of the flogger growing more intense with each swing.

She yelped, The brunette pushed the red haired away with a smile, she walked to me, picking up the whip by the side as she flung it on my boobs and it made a crackling sound. I felt like the world had split open, my head was turning as I began shaking wildly while I cried out in panic, “ Fuck fuck.” This wasn't pleasure, it was pure pain that ripple through my system as I gasped for air.

She walked right up to the bed, teasing my jaw with the tip of a leather crop before leaning down to stroke Jake's back. "Such an obedient little toy," she purred, her fingers trailing down my chest. Without another word, she unbuttoned her lace robe, stepping over my hips and guiding my hard cock straight into her wet core in one smooth drop. "Ahhh, fuck," she groaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she sank all the way down. The heat was overwhelming. She rode me with relentless power, her hips slamming against mine while she held a small vibrating bullet right against my tip. Behind me, Jake grabbed the dildo and drove it back into my hole with ruthless force.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

He tore her panties off, revealed her pussy, bare, pink, and dripping, her clit swollen. “Spread,” he said and slapped her ass, the sting made her scream, “Ahh!” She spread her thighs, her pussy opened, juices dripped down her legs. Hayes groaned, his cock rubbed her folds, wet and hot. “You want this?” he growled, spanked her again, his hand left a red mark. “Tell me you’re my whore, Eva. Tell me this sloppy fuckhole is mine to destroy.” “I’m your whore,” Eva screamed, “Aaah, please!” gripped his shoulders with her hands, and her knuckles turned white. “My fuckhole is yours, destroy me.”

Her silky red bra followed; it fell to the floor and Kelliann shivered as the air stroked her nipples, the sensitive skin of her belly. Kelliann yanked her own jeans down, tangling them into her shoes and then kicking everything off. The whip stroked the air gently, landing softly on Kelliann’s shoulders but not biting, warming her up and turning her on so much that she cried out and pressed one finger to her clit. ‘No,’ Presley snarled and yanked Kelliann’s finger away. Slick, hot liquid bubbled from between her thighs and Kelliann whimpered as she stood still, letting the whip stroke her faster and harder.

He pulled the gag down. “No,” I gasped. “Only you.” He slapped my ass, sharp. “Then count.” “One,” I whimpered. He landed another slap, harder. “Two.” He delivered ten, each one harder, the heat blooming across my skin. When he stopped, I was trembling. “Look at you,” he growled. His fingers teased my slit slowly. “You let someone else lick this?” His thumb circled my clit. “Did he make you come?” “No,” I moaned. “Only you do.”