Extreme Clit Torture Novels & Stories

She was ready for him to slowly whine inside her but he did not that. He strokes his dick while he knelt before her and she watched in amazement. He went slowly and soon, he increased his pace as he moaned. While his left hand was still busy with his dick, he rubbed his other hand on her clit and that right there was the torture he promised her. He rubbed on her clit while he stroked his dick simultaneously. She moaned helplessly with her hands cuffed. She arched her back as though she was possessed by a spirit.

Her tits stretched upward, pain flashing across her face as spit gathered at the corner of her mouth. “Master… it hurts too much,” she sobbed. I ignored her. My fingers spread her slick labia wide, exposing her pink, dripping cunt completely. The thick vibrator hummed inside her. I attached smaller clamps to each side of her labia minora. The chains pulled tight, stretching her open. Every tiny shift made the clamps tug viciously on her tender flesh. Her eyes rolled back. “Oh God… Master, please, I can’t—” “Shhh… you will,” I whispered as I grabbed the long, thick double-ended dildo from the cabinet.

His skilled tongue expertly navigated my folds, effortlessly seeking out my throbbing clit. In an instant, a fierce inferno ignited within me, its flames fervently dancing through my veins. I arched my back, a symphony of pleasure mingling with my ecstatic cries as the delayed climax erupted with overwhelming force. Every fiber of my being convulsed in response, compelling me to pull on the belt that held me captive. Yet, my relentless tormentor showed no mercy.

The pleasure I felt was too much. He undid his shirt and slipped off his trouser, revealing his big shaft. I felt horny again at the sight of it. He positioned the tip of his shaft at the entrance of my mound, but he didn't put it in. He used it to rub my clit continuously until I almost lost my mind. “Shaun, stop this, please” He was doing it again_ Torturing me. “Don't do that" I wanted him inside me so badly and I was certain he wanted me to.

The rain just suddenly been aggressive and the droplets are kind of such a heavy. We do 69 position. Even though she doesn't want to, I forced her as I threatened her that I will pinch her tits as hard as I can. I will thoughtfully cut those nips if she refuse the sex I craving to accomplished to. ""Coleen, I'm hurting! Please, remove those chains and those pins, please, please."" ""Shut up, you bitch. Now its my turn to pleasure my self."" "Please!!" ""Shut thr fuck up, just lick my clitoris like what I'm doing to your fresh pussy.""

Julian was tall, tattooed, commanding, and ran an exclusive underground sex club. Claire met him at the club. He took one look at her and smiled like he’d been expecting her for years. He didn’t fuck her right away. Instead, he gave her a private tour… and then put her on display. In a dimly lit room with a large window where select members could watch, Julian tied her to a padded cross. He teased her for over an hour — flogging her lightly, using vibrators, clamps on her nipples, and his skilled fingers. Dozens of eyes watched through the glass as Claire came repeatedly, moaning loudly.

His fingers clenched over my thigh as he thrusted harder, deeper, shafting me in long, fast strokes. Before I knew it he was flipping me over, forcing me on my hands and knees. He brought both my hands to my back and pinned it with one hand while the other hand was being used to spank my ass. I cried in pleasure, never have I ever experienced this level of sexual torture. “Just touch me,’ I whined, arching impatiently against his hand. Slowly, he brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over my folds. ‘God, fuck. Don't stop.’ He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between and gathering my wetness. He parted me with two fingers and found my clit, rubbing it in small circl

I whimper, though my core is pulsing with desperate need. "Shut up and take it, Professor." He brings the scale down, not on my thighs, but directly on my exposed, throbbing clit. I let out a shattered noise, my head slamming back against the desk. He doesn't stop. He spanks my clit and my spread lips with the scale in a rhythmic sound. Oh God! "Say it!" he commands over my screams. "Tell me what you are! Tell me you'll never close your legs for me again!" With each word, he hits my clit with the scale.

I desperately needed this. “Will you tell me the truth, Natalia?” Reiner questioned insistently. “Yes…let me cum. Please…just make me cum...R!” I gave in shamelessly as I begged him for my release. “Good girl,” Reiner said with satisfaction. I let out a yelp when his hand slid down to fondle my clit. His fingers stimulated my sensitive nub in circular motions before rubbing it hard up and down in rhythm to his animalistic thrusting in and out of my cunt. That was enough to drive me over the edge. Soon, my mind went blank as I screamed so loudly that my throat hurts.

The pain was replaced with pleasure almost immediately. He stroked her clit, and tortured her core until she could barely control it, uncontrolled moans pouring out of her. Each time she tried sinking into her memory with Clinton, he slapped her needy, throbbing core, pulling a yelp out of her and making her close her legs as the pleasure/pain consumed her. Parting her folds to reveal her clit, he pressed the vibrator on her swollen clit, ripping pleasure cries from her.