Novel & Cerita Female Submissive Sex Stories

The smell of the crushed tomatoes and the sweet honey mixed with the smell of raw sex. Shifting the Womb in the Dirt "I want to feel the mountain!" Sarah cried out after pulling away from Leo’s cock. She wanted to be stretched even further. She turned over on the table, putting her chest down against the wood. Her bottom was high in the air, shining with honey and cream. Silas stayed behind her. He grabbed her waist with his dirty, strong hands. He began to slam into her pussy from behind. Every thrust was a heavy strike. He was reaching the very back of her.

When she came she ground down hard, flooding my tongue, thighs trembling on either side of my head. We switched positions again and again through the night. I fucked her with my fingers while she fucked me with hers, faces close, sharing every gasp and moan. We used a small vibrator she kept in the nightstand, pressing it against each other's clits until the dual stimulation made us come hard and shaking. At one point she got behind me, spooning close, and reached around to rub my clit while she rocked her own wetness against the curve of my ass. The friction and the steady circles of her fingers pulled another orgasm from me, softer this time but deep. Between rounds we talked in quiet voic

THEMES: Blackmail, Reluctance, Manipulative Coercion, Security room, Unconscious Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Forced Subduing, Trickery, Harsh treatment, Belittling, Nonconsensual KINKS: Rough sex, Intense Spanking, Hair pulling, Forced Blowjob, Degradation, Dirty talk, Lewd dirty name calling LENA'S POV Barely holding back a sigh-------- for my own good-------- I nod, zoning out while she keeps talking and scolding myself some more for spreading my legs for that smug rival.

She lifted her head then moved to prop herself up, though her blindfold fell off I didn’t need it anymore. She gave off the hottest little grunts as she met my thrusts, and there was no telling who was fucking who. Female shifters rarely want to dominate a male, they get off on being a submissive little tease. They certainly don’t give as soon in bed as they get, not in my experience. “More,” she cried out, only spurring me on. I began to slowly pull out and thrust back in, pushing myself in so damn far she had to be feeling me in her belly. Out … in. Out … in.

Dominique was struck by an impression; Jeannette was striving to be a perfect fuck, the sexual partner that Robert would remember forever. "Robert, try that ass out, see how she does with that." Dominique said. Jeannette's smile actually widened as she bowed her back. Robert pulled out of her cunt, and then slammed himself into her ass with none of the tenderness he had shown going into her cunt. Jeannette had the air forced out of her as he slammed himself deeply into her ass. She pushed back and a low moan escaped her throat.

Then he flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and pushed back inside in one long stroke. This wasn’t the couch sex. This was deeper, meaner. He fucked me like he was trying to imprint himself. One hand fisted in my hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit in tight, ruthless circles. Every thrust slapped against my ass, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. “Tell me,” he panted, voice rough. “Tell me how long you’ve been touching yourself thinking about this cock.” “Since I was nineteen,” I gasped, pushing back to meet him. “In the shower. In my bed. Once while you were driving me to campus and I had my hand in my panties under my skirt.”

By the fifth edge, Sienna was a broken, dripping mess, tears of frustration streaming down her cheeks, her pussy swollen, throbbing, and leaking onto the expensive sheets. “Please, Dominic,” she begged hoarsely. “I can’t take anymore. Please fuck me. Please let me cum on your cock.” Dominic positioned the fat, scorching head of his cock at her entrance and rubbed it slowly up and down her soaked slit, teasing her mercilessly, coating himself in her slick heat. The velvety friction against her swollen clit made her hips jerk. “Beg like the desperate little slut you are,” he demanded. “Fuck me hard,” she cried. “Destroy my pussy. Ruin me. I’m your desperate whore tonight. Please, I need your t

Something about having her like this, having total control over her body, is very powerful. When we had talked about our different kinks and fetishes, both of us had agreed that we would try them all. If they needed the inclusion of a third party, we would source for one and have it done. Knowing she willingly took something I gave her without having any idea of what it was. It empowered me. I would do anything for this woman. But first… Her punishment.

Her pussy made wet, obscene sounds as she fucked herself on my hand, grinding against my palm. “Look at me while you finger me,” she gasped. “Watch how your shy fingers are making me drip all over them. This is what you do to a woman when you learn her body.” Her breathing grew ragged. She rode my fingers harder, her juices coating my hand and dripping down my wrist. I kept curling, rubbing, circling—completely mesmerized by the sight of this stunning woman using my hand to chase her pleasure.

My voice was breathy, slutty, every word dripping with need as I spread my legs wider, giving him full access. The desk edge dug into my ass, but I didn't care; the burn only heightened the ache in my pussy. His thumb found my clit, rubbing circles that made my thighs tremble, his fingers plunging in and out with urgent slaps against my skin. “That's it, grind on my fingers like the horny bitch you are,”he whispered filthily, his free hand gripping my throat lightly, just enough to make me feel owned. ‘Your tight pussy is sucking me in, Sienna. You love being controlled by your teacher, don't you? Moan louder for me.”