Female Bondage Stories の小説・ストーリー

Lena grabbed my throat with one hand and my tit with the other, pinching my nipple hard as she pounded me. “This pussy belongs to me now,” she snarled, thrusting even harder. “Every time you see me at family dinners, you’re going to remember how I ruined this tight little cunt.” I was losing my mind. The dirty talk, the bondage, the forbidden thrill of fucking Maya’s sister — it was all too much. Lena suddenly pulled out, leaving me empty and whining. She climbed onto the bench, straddling my face. “Eat my pussy first,” she demanded, lowering her soaked cunt onto my mouth.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

I squirmed around, desperate for a release, but the cuffs held tight. “Please,” I cooed, tears stinging my eyes. Marcus held his cold gaze, shaking his head. “Not until I say so pet.” The woman withdrew her fingers from me, leaving my pussy empty and soaking wet. She licked her fingers, her eyes locked on mine. “Delicious.” My legs shuddered. “Again,” Marcus commanded. The woman grinned, shoving her fingers back in without warning. I threw my head back, each thrust sending hot flares of pleasure all over my body. She tugged at the nipple clamped as the rhythm of her fingers got faster.

This was everything she'd jerked off to—real, raw, and happening right in front of her. As her eyes darted around, taking in more of the chaos, the acts only got wilder. Over by the staircase, someone had a string of anal beads buried deep in their partner's ass, a curvy guy on all fours, moaning like a whore as his dominant pulled them out slowly, one fat bead at a time. Each pop elicited a sharp scream of pleasure, his cock twitching and leaking pre-cum onto the floor as his hole gaped and winked invitingly. The dominant, a tall woman in nothing but heels, smirked, leaning down to lick around the stretched rim before pushing the beads back in, starting the torment over.

“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.”

He couldn’t get enough of her young, depraved holes. The perverted girl loved it when her stepfather fucked her with the cock ring on. If only there was more time, he would nail her until she was completely depleted. Her lewd womb was hammered hard by his massive glans, the ring pressing against her sensitive entrance until both her pussy and ass continuously leaked fluids.

M. Search. The results flooded the screen. Definitions. Articles. Psychology forums. Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism. I scrolled past the Wikipedia entries. I clicked on the "Videos" tab. My heart hammered against my ribs. I felt like I was opening a door to hell. I clicked on the first thumbnail. A woman was kneeling on the floor. She was naked, wearing a leather collar. Her hands were tied behind her back with thick, intricate ropes. A man faceless, dressed in a suit stood over her.

Well, I would just tell him everything and have him leave me alone. “I'm addicted to s*x Ryan…” I said, my tone flat. “I know that.” he wouldn't let me finish and interrupted. Gosh. How do I add the fact that I loved different d!ck too? “And I like doing it with different men. I wouldn't stay faithful to you.” I finally added. He was quiet for some moments. Then sighed. “We can fix that too,” he said and my eyes fluttered at him. “I’ll give you every style you want me to Ella. Let's give it a try. You can't continue like this forever. Your addiction needs to be conquered. One day your mummy will find out about this life you're living and you wouldn't be proud of it.”