Fem Dom Story Novels & Stories

I’m gonna fuck her endlessly, I’m gonna dominate her, and I’m gonna fucking sure to make her pregnant with my seeds. My hand roams around her soft body until I reached her underwear. She moaned when I inserted a finger and damn! She’s so fucking wet! I cursed and bit her neck. “You’re so fucking wet, lady. You want this so much, huh? You desire me so much…” It was all true. With her wetness, I assume she had never had a release that shook her whole life yet. I bet not only his boyfriend’s cock is small, huh? He doesn’t know oral sex either?

The Dom nodded to Ben so he tipped his head in return. There was a heavy set woman dressed completely in black leather who had another slimmer woman wearing minimal leather garments and a leash. Their blue and red rings were evident. Ben caught the cruel smile on the Dom's face as she yanked her sub closer to pinch the woman's nipple. The slim woman squealed and whimpered but the way she bit her lip afterwards gave away her true feelings.

The doors opened and I walked to the sound of Carribean Blue. Four hundred or more eyes turned towards me simultaneously and I kept my face completely calm at the chin level. Victoria is in the third row in an ice blue dress. She has the smile of a woman planning to execute something dark. I smiled back until her smile flickered. Small victory, I was collecting every inch of it. Dominic was at the altar looking good. He was tall, handsome and had brown shoulders. So truly, he was the one I saw at the back of the church building with another woman. That explains the reason for his lateness then.

“Push through it, kid. This is how you learn to take everything I give you. Tell me how it feels having my seed plugged inside you while you work.” “It feels dirty… and addictive,” I moaned, holding the plank as best I could. “Like I really belong to you now. The egg is rubbing right against that spot you fucked so hard earlier.” He made me do bridges next, then some slow leg raises. Every movement pushed more cum out, running down my skin while the low buzz drove me crazy. By the end I was whimpering, close to another edge. “Enough,” Dom finally said, pulling me up. “Come here. One last round before you leave tonight.”

I only but nod at them with a smile on my face, "Yes. She can't be that bad?" "Well," Dom starts, "She is not my type for seconds." "How do you know what your type is if you never had it before?" "Why this crazy idea?" he only but frowns at me and Dom adds, "You still hung up on that pussy that got away?" "She did not get away. She is just not so easy as these other whores we fuck." Dom bursts out laughing at me, "Are you calling her friend a whore now." "You know what I mean."

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.

I said, a small smile tugging on my lips. “I need a room in your club on Saturday.” The words left my lips, causing a sharp intake of breath to rattle into the speaker, “No way. You…” “Uh-huh,” I said, answering her unsaid question, “No wonder why Felicia has been losing her shIt. You finally found a Sub. After years of being out of the game.” I could hear shock, and excitement ringing in her laughter. Francesca was Dom, and we met in my early 20’s at the BDSM club. Two masters, together and fuckin’ subs to oblivion, we instantly clicked.

Dominic (Dom), my wolf, is pacing in anticipation to complete our bond with her, as I am trying to reason with him that she is not ready, yet he insists she is. Our internal dispute is interrupted as Damen’s hands lift her sexy ass up, slides her pants off her, waits until Sam brings my pants down, before softly placing her back on my painfully hard cock. Fuck, these evil shits are egging us on. The only thing separating her pussy and my cock is the thin fabric of her sheer satin panties.

“You are nothing more than a sperm receptacle. Do not ever speak to my wife ever again. Don’t even look at her or my son.” “You’ll come back to us.” Chrissy said as Chance began to guide Rye away. “Unfortunately for you, my mother taught me not to hit a woman.” He said stopping and looking at her. “Unfortunately?” Chrissy smirked. “I never learned that lesson.” Dom said and fear hit the woman. “Chance….” Chrissy pleaded. “You knew the rules.” Sid said. Dom buried her hand deep in the blonde hair and forced her to bend over. Then she drug the woman over in front of Trigg and Sid. The club bunny was forced to her knees.

“Your body reacts to me the same way mine reacts to you. Even if my cock is still soft, it wants to listen to you.” She walked right up to him. Her finger poked his chest. “Listen to me very carefully. I am a married woman. A professional. I fix problems, I don’t create them. You will request a transfer today or I will tell Graves you are non-compliant.” Dante looked down at her finger on his chest. He didn’t flinch. “You can tell him whatever you want. But we both know the truth. You felt something when you held me. Your breath caught. Your hands wanted to squeeze tighter.”