Fem Dom Sex Stories Novels & Stories

she grins with a faraway look as if remembering her friend. "You're a sub too?" "Mhm, it's so fun." I nod, neither agreeing nor denying that it might be fun or not because I know next to nothing about it besides the fictional books that depict huge amounts of orgasms and needy women who lap up men's attention. "Let's go shopping; I know exactly what Sebastian likes. We'll have him like putty in your hands." "I don't need him to buy me things," I hesitate. "Nonsense, that's precisely what our Dom's do. They provide, and in return, we submit on our knees and allow them to use our bodies for their sexual pleasure."

How much he missed this. "Oh Dom!" Chantel cried out in pleasure as she found herself close to her release. His slow pace was killing and she crave for more. "Say it wife" his deep light voice reached her ear. "Fuck me harder hubby" She whispered naughtily licking his ear lobe in the process which drove him crazy. Holding her waist tight, Dominic gave her a brutal thrust which hit her womb. Her eyes rolled over the socket as she scream out his name. He bent her leg over making her knee touch shoulder before diving into her like that.

Command after command. Vee: Faster on your clit. Add a third finger. I whimpered softly as I stretched myself, three fingers thrusting deeper while my other hand worked my clit with firmer strokes. My legs shook, spread obscenely wide on the chaise. Sweat beaded along my collarbone, trickling down between my breasts. The sounds I made grew louder, less controlled—moans and gasps that felt far too real for a paid session. “You’re close, aren’t you?” Vee’s voice dropped even lower, almost a growl. “I can hear it. Hold it. Don’t you dare come until I say.”

I manage in a voice that is shaky with need and desire. My nipples are hard pebbles, my body is covered in goosebumps and my ass is inside out, but I feel more sexy than ever before. Domenic takes time to kiss and caress my prolapsed ass and then slowly shoves his dick in me. Then he fucks me like the beast he truly is. His animalistic and dominant nature making him a fucking machine. I cum within minutes but he keeps going. I dry orgasm and then as he shoots his load deep inside me, my body spasms and an orgasm so intense comes over me that the room goes black. I feel the warmth and wet of my bladder emptying itself as my body convulses and now I relize, Domenic’s hands are on my throat.

The soft music was mesmerizing and the expression on the woman's face was blissful as her partner spoke softly in her ear. The next tab showed a photo of a beautiful woman dressed in a filmy pink baby doll nightgown leaning dreamily over a giant teddy bear. The headline of the blog post was 'Daddy Doms/baby girls.' Shasta breathed in deeply. The article stated that, contrary to popular opinion, Daddy Doms are not pedophiles. They are loving and caring Dominant individuals whose natural desire is to have a nurturing and affectionate intimate relationship with a submissive who has a child-like aspect to her personality.

She flinches— very slightly— every time the Dom hits his sub between the legs. “Do people enjoy this?” “They apparently do…” “Do you enjoy this?” She asks me with mixed emotions in her eyes. I hope it’s not fear. “Only if someone is pleased to take the beating… Nothing is sexier than consent, Sophie,” I say and trace her arm with a finger. She sucks in a breath. My cock is hard as steel. Loud moaning comes out of the playroom and our heads turn. Dom’s cock is out, and he is slamming into her cunt relentlessly.

“But first… let’s make our little bride come again while she’s stuffed full of family cock. Make her scream for us, Zoya. Let Uncle Victor hear how loud you get when you’re being used like a proper family whore.” I was completely lost — moaning, drooling, shaking — utterly surrendered to the two powerful men using me so filthily on my wedding night. My mind had gone hazy with pleasure, shame, and overwhelming need. I had never felt more filthy… or more dangerously alive. Dom gathered fresh wetness from my dripping pussy, coating his fingers thoroughly before sliding them back to my tight, untouched asshole. He rubbed the slick pad of one finger in slow, teasing circles around the sensitive r

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My breathing is irregular, my heart is racing, and my sex is pulsating under Dom's domination, who knows exactly what to do to leave me at his mercy. I lose control and orgasm, my body collapsing, my mind foggy, as an ecstatic moan escapes my lips. Dominique's hands squeeze me, driving his fingers hard into my waist, growling, as he gives me one last thrust before filling me with his cum. His breathing is panting, as is mine, his lips brushing against mine, as he pulls out of me. “You've lost. You'll be two weeks without hazelnut cream”, Dom says, satisfied. “You did it on purpose!”, I protest, receiving a cynical smile in response.

I’m not into men like that and I think having a male’s voice while I’m trying to get off telling me what to do will be more than a little confusing. Either way, my research showed that there are a lot of things that a domme can do for me. Teach me some of the things that I might like. Teach me a variety of ways to get off. And just give me some one to talk to about what I want in my own sexual experiences.