Novel & Cerita Fem Dom Sex Stories

On the examination, on the bed was a naked woman. Her legs were opened wide and restrained. Each leg was on a vertical pole with the lower part of her legs resting on them while her ankles were bounded, making her look as if she was in a squatting position but only on her back. Her eyes were covered by a red eye mask while her hands were tied on top of her head to two other restraints. In front of her, the Dom sat on a small chair with wheels so he could move around easily. His head was in between her legs as his mouth was licking and sucking on her. His hand was on her breast kneeing it while the other was busy going in and out of her in rapid motions. You could see her moaning but could he

Kira immediately dug her fingers in his short-cropped hair. Dom carried her over to a plush red leather bench. He released her and positioned her on her knees, over the bench. His hand came down suddenly and smacked one ridiculously round cheek and as she clenched in surprise and he drove into her from behind. Kira ’s legs instantly began to quiver as he hit her G-spot and a new, startling orgasm radiated through her. Dom didn’t stop, even as her fluttering pussy drove him insane. He continued to plunder her deep recesses and one orgasm rolled into another.

I would be on top with my face between Laixa’s legs and she under me where she could lick my pussy. Domina had walked in on us one afternoon and the sight of us together had made her steaming like a hot bowl of soup. “My dear, you are so hard inside me,” she said while digging her nails into her husband’s back. I saw this from the corner of my eye while licking Laixa who was dripping wet by now. Her tongue penetrated deep inside me between soft kisses to my button. Her legs began to press against the sides of my head and her gasping and moaning increased.

“No. I just…don’t want to have to think about sex. I want to surrender my body to a man who pushes me to my sexual limits so I can experience the ultimate pleasure and give it back to him in return any way he wants it.” “Have you ever been in this type of sexual relationship?” “No. I haven’t had many lovers.” “How many?” “Three.” It figured. Domini was as innocent as he’d feared. “So if you’ve had little sexual experience or exposure to a dominant male, how do you know so much about this?” Color tinged her cheeks. “I don’t…well…besides reading romance novels with a bit of a domination theme. I realized that type of sexual relationship was what I was looking for.”

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

My muscles are taut as I try not to get my cock into her pussy like I want to. Layla rubs her tits against my face, moaning and shuddering as the orgasm crashes into her. Her pussy gushes against my thigh, her release all over me. Everything becomes quiet in that moment, till it’s just her breathing mingling with mine. Maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe I could give in to this power that we’ve created, and it would be okay after. She wants me too. I could show her what big, bad Daddies do to their little girls. But a flash of lightning illuminates the pink in her hair.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

She reached for me and we kissed again, moaning into each other’s mouths while the men used us. “Ride his face,” he commanded. “Grind that greedy cunt on him.” I did. I rocked my hips, smearing all my juices all over Ryan’s mouth and chin. He sucked my clit hard, two fingers pushing into my ass, opening me up. The pressure was insane. Then they switched to me. Her dad pulled me onto him. His massive cock pressed against my tight asshole and slowly forced its way in. The burn was intense and overwhelming. I whimpered, but Lena was there, kissing me, whispering. “You can take it baby, let him stretch you.”

My heart is pounding with each step and when I open my bedroom door, the bedroom we planed to be our love nest when we got married, Fred was on fours on the bed, fucking a big breasted blondie, while a huge black woman, all dressed in leather, had a dildo up his anus. Stop this derailed train that I want to get down! Fred tries to cover himself in bed and the dominatrix complains with him, kicking his ass with her hight heel shoe. “What the fuck, man? You paid a lot for both, you didn’t say anything about fucking this girl, you either pay more or I’m out.” Fred sits on the bed and raises his hands to his head, as if he didn’t believe he was caught red handed, trying to explain the inexplicab

she’d brought up. We’d recently gone out for drinks to celebrate my promotion, and by the time we got home, we were both as horny as hell. We tore off each other’s clothes and tumbled onto the mattress. My cock was as hard as a rock as I slid into her, and feeling her pussy wrapped around my meat was like a fantastic dream. I was on top of her, while she held on to the sheets and readied herself for a good pussy-pounding. “Come on,” she groaned. “Fuck me, little man. Give me that cock.” Joan’s dominant side often comes out when we fuck. It’s always there, just under the surface, but something about sex really brings out the domme in her.