Novel & Cerita Fem Dom Story

Coming close to climax Dom/Black turns his jaw biting the gap between my neck and shoulder, my claws grow in scratching his back to ease the pressure and together we reach orgasm. Dom props his elbow up next to my head catching his breath and my eyes were nearly closing. - Good sleep - Says smiling on my neck and leaves a kiss. - What? - I answer in a low voice - Didn't you read the book I gave you? About the loop. - Is it really important? -She was talking with her eyes closed. Dom pulls out of me and lifts me up a little so that I lie flat on the bed, laying my head on the pillow.

Cum — thick, warm, and mixed from both men — was still leaking steadily from my ruined pussy, sliding down my inner thighs in slow, obscene trails. “Easy, sweetheart,” Dom murmured softly, his voice now laced with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the way he had just fucked me. He brushed my sweatdampened hair from my face and pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to my forehead. “You did so well for us. Such a perfect little bride, taking two cocks like you were made for it.” I whimpered quietly as he helped me stand, my pussy and ass throbbing with a deep, delicious ache. “I… I can’t believe I did that,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from screaming.

Alessia gasped, dragging a lazy finger along the inside of Isadora’s sticky thigh, making the poor girl twitch and whimper. “Fucking delicious,” Brielle purred, running a slow, teasing hand down Isadora’s trembling arm. “You didn’t tell us she was this cute, Caterina.” “She’s Dom’s. The famous doctor he kidnapped” “But maybe…just maybe…if we ask nicely…he’ll share.” Brielle and Alessia giggled like they were sharing the best secret in the world. “She’s fucking perfect,” Alessia said. “Dom’s gonna lose his fucking mind because of her!!”

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.

The blonde woman raised her eyebrows at the girl. "But if you're...busy, it's okay." Sapphire continued, lowering her voice as she glanced back at the woman. Is that her girlfriend? Wife? "I'll go." Dom's tone was filled with authority. Like every word that came from his mouth was a law. "What about me, Dom?" The blonde sultrily said, putting her hand to her bare waist. She was wearing nothing but a black underwear set. Sapphire tried to remove her gaze from the half-naked woman, wondering what did they do before she came.

Another lady screamed Dom's name from afar. She rushed towards us and stopped just at our front, “Dom, are you a plumber?” She asked while she was busy smiling happily at him. “No, I'm not a plumber,” Dom responded coldly. He seemed to be tired of the ladies troubles already. “Oh my Dom. I thought you were a plumber. My pussy has been dripping, so I thought you could help me check it out.” The lady teased. She wasn't wearing a bra, just a tiny sticky pad on her nipples.

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.

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” “You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” “Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?” “He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged. “What's a DOM?” “A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”

He continues: "What I know about my brother is that he spent four years not knowing how to stay. And then he learned. I'm so happy for him cause he got the perfect woman. And that's the whole story." He says: "What I know about Ella is that she walked into a consultation room with a red pen and a fourteen-page argument and my brother looked at her like she was something he'd been waiting to understand. She probably knew before he did." I look at Dominic smiling with my veil flying behind me. He looks at me smiling also. I think this is the first time I'll see him keep smiling for this long. "She always knew before me," Dominic says. Not part of the ceremony. Just true.

"I'M COMING FOR MY TEACHER!" Dominic didn't slow down. He wanted to finish the story with a bang. He gave five more massive, bottoming thrusts that felt like they reached my throat. I felt my world turn into white light. My pussy clamped down on him, and I screamed as the biggest orgasm of my life hit me. "TAKE IT ALL, BELLA!" Dominic roared.