Novel & Cerita Femdom Erotic Stories

Someone slides underneath me and sucks hard on my clit while others continue fingering me and abusing my sensitive nipples. I cum again. And again. Each orgasm different, more shattering than the last. My juices drip down my thighs. The sheets are soaked. I’m a trembling, submissive mess. Blindfolded. Owned. Addicted. Just as I feel another devastating climax building, I hear the bedroom door open again. More footsteps. More soft feminine laughter. “Oh fuck…” I whimper. Vanessa laughs low and wicked, fingers still buried deep inside me, curling relentlessly. “The rest of the group just arrived, baby. Twenty of us in total tonight. And we’re not stopping until sunrise. Your husband won’t reco

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.”

He rubbed faster, shaft gliding over her clit, pre-cum mixing with her wetness. Viktor stirred—deep grunt in his sleep. They froze. Snoring resumed. Dominic leaned down—lips brushing her ear. “I just want to feel you,” he whispered. “Just like this.” He kept grinding—slowly, torturous—his cock sliding through her lips, bumping her clit on every upstroke. Isabella’s hands fisted the sheets. Her body trembled. She was close. So was he. He pressed harder—shaft flattening against her clit and rocked in tight circles.

Toussaint’s speed on Jace’s cock doubled, stroking his full length as fast as he could while they both moaned from a mutual pleasure. Jace bucked and went taut in Toussaint’s embrace as he felt himself on the edge. “I’m cumming,” he managed to say breathlessly as he threw his head back. Thick white ropes of cum spurted from Jace’s cock continuously as Toussaint stroked him while Jace whimpered weakly until he went limp in place. “My turn,” Toussaint whispered huskily against Jace’s earlobe and Jace’s limp cock went erect immediately.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

I spread my legs wide, I felt the cool air licking at my wetness as I left my fingers circling my clit slowly, as my other hand occupied my boobs, finger pinching my nipples, and I picture Dominic standing over me again, ordering me to crawl again, like I had no choice. The fantasy wrapped, deepened, and now I was bent over the couch, and he was behind me, growling filthy into my ear, as he pounded inside of me, his hand dusted inside my hair, my husband's name was on his lips just to remind me how wrong it was. Just how filthy what we were doing was. Your pussy was wasted on him I imagine him saying, You were mine the moment you stepped your legs into this house, I gasped as I continued to

Anna scorned and took a drink of her water. “I was once in an abusive relationship. Well, my ex girlfriend then was very domineering, making me more or less of a sub. She couldn't fuck me because of my tiny di—prick. So she got off by torturing me. She'd lay me across her laps and spank me hard, she'd tape my prick and balls too sometimes, with a duct tape, making it numb, she inserted anal balls into my asshole and almost tried to put a needle through my pee hole. That was the breaking point for me. That was how it ended. When I decided I couldn't take anymore. But, thinking about the whole experience after our breakup, I realized I endured it longer than I should have because it secretly t

I whispered in her ear then bit it a little. “Do whatever you want, Manuel! You can use my body anytime and anywhere. I can replace your wife in bed. Ugh!” She was so good at talking dirty that her words were enough for me to cum again. Her legs trembled in unison of mine and cummed too. But I wasn’t finished yet. I wanted more. I took both of our semen and used it as lubricant in her ass. “Have anyone fucked this beautiful ass of yours?” I asked.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

The sight made me cry even harder. Dominic groaned in satisfaction. He pulled out, flipped me over, and fucked me doggy style while pushing my face into Claire’s pillow. “I’m going to cum so deep inside you tonight,” he panted. “I want you walking around with my baby growing inside you while you pretend to be the innocent babysitter.” The twisted words sent me over the edge again. I came screaming, my pussy gushing and spasming around his cock as self-loathing consumed me. Dominic buried himself to the hilt and unloaded. Thick, heavy ropes of cum flooded my womb. He kept grinding, making sure it stayed deep, breeding me like he promised.