Feeder Kink Novels & Stories

They laid down on the mattress together, and Tee-Hee the clown took his member into her painted mouth once more. "Tell me about your kinks.." she said between licks and kisses. "So we can fulfil each others' dreams.." She smiled up at him and then took him in deeper than he had thought she was physically able to, bobbing her head in such an odd fashion that made his whole body feel like it was vibrating from pleasure, and he groaned out loud. He held her hair, feeling a little guilty and embarrassed - but he would not last long like this, that much was certain. "I don't.. I don't have any kinks.. Really," he moaned, and then Tee-Hee giggled.

Suddenly Pusscat is standing in the door. “Getting a little drink”. I hold up the plastic bag. “Cheers”. “There are bags upstairs”. “I am soaking up the atmosphere. Are you really talking the cows into all this ?” Pusscat let’s out a small laugh and walks to the fridge. “These days it is no problem living out any kink you might dream of. It is no longer a sport convincing Your victim to let their hair down. It seems to be a requirement to have at least one fetish or kink in each home”.

Will he chain me up and fuck me in my restrained state? He chained my hands upward as expected, then put both my feet into a kind of bar carved with iron with leather in its middle. "This is a telescopic tube; the more you jerk or make any slight movement, the wider it will spread your legs." My eyes popped out in awe, and I swiftly looked down at the stuff. What the hell?

He wrapped me in a soft blanket and sat on the floor beside me while I trembled. “So how does it feel being used?” He asked, a low chuckle in his throat. I smiled contentedly at him. “I feel so alive,” I answered honestly. My pussy clenched as if testifying to my words. I turned to face him. His maks was still on, but I could feel his gentle smile from within. “I did have a feeling that this was just an introduction. Something to ease people into this kind of kink,” I said. He nodded. “We have seven levels. And this is level one.” He replied. “In that case, I want level two.” “Whatever you wish.”

“After we finish dinner, I’m going to fuck you in this booth.” “What?” Her smile fades. “Fucking you with my fingers in public was just the appetizer of my kink, baby.” Her eyes grow wider. I brush her hair from her shoulder as I detail what I want to do to her. “I want to watch you lose yourself in ecstasy in a room full of people who have no idea you’re getting your tight little cunt stuffed with my cock. I want to feel you quiver and tremble in my lap as you ride me.”

I wasn’t pissed, I was into it. And NO for you sickos with twincest fetishes. Even if either of us were bi, we wouldn’t be bi together. There are lines, and while I would never kink shame, don’t project your kink on me or my brother. I’m into it because it’s Zoe, and she’s fucking sex even if she’s making out with my brother. “Oh shit!” Henrik exclaimed.

“Add another finger, penny.” I obeyed, sliding a third finger in, stretching her as I sucked harder. Her moans grew louder, breathier. “Fuck, just like that. You’re such a good little eater.” She whimpered, desperately rocking against me. I was feeding off the praise and the sound of her moans. It felt good, her moaning my name made me so wet. “Rub my clit,” she begged.

his eyes dragged over me, slow, hungry “—you’re checking a lot of very specific boxes.” Disappointment hit low—sharp, hot, almost predictable. Of course the walking wet dream wasn’t after anything more than sex. A casual arrangement. Just my luck. But hey, at least it meant my flirting hadn’t completely tanked. I forced a smirk, swallowing the sting. “Wow. Straight to the point with the kink proposal. Bold of you.” He shook his head. “Not a hookup. I’m looking for a sub.” My mouth opened. “Like… what kind? Praise or Fifty Shades?”

He’s choking me. Instead of hating it, hating him for it, I fucking love it. Well, god created me and gave me breath, but he’s choking it out of me, and like a slut, I enjoy it. I enjoy being choked. That’s a new kink. His fingers slip unstoppably through my face and lips as he pounds his cock through my palms. “Yes, little flame…” He whispers against my lips. Our lips are nearly touching. He slips out his tongue, gliding it through the air near my lips.

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.