Forced Lesbian Stories Novels & Stories

He scowled, eyes growing a shade darker as he released me from his grip. “No way…he compelled her?” I heard the girls whisper and that’s when I realized what he had just done. Vampires are famous for their power of compulsion, one of the many powers they possessed and it was then when it hit me that at the very least, I wouldn’t even be able to get away with a simple lie. “She’s not sincere with her feelings like we are.” I heard Ferra hiss and I bit my bottom lip at her obvious statement.

“Show him you’re ours too.” Rafael grabbed my chin with cold fingers, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Don’t fight it. Let it take you.” Their touches blurred together, Damien's rough, relentless thrusts of his fingers, Lucien’s wicked mouth teasing and tormenting, Rafael's unyielding hand holding me down. It was too much. Too intense. My body shattered, climax tearing through me in violent waves, my cry echoed in the boardroom. I writhed against the desk, pinned, spread, and claimed, and all four of them watched as I came hard and fast, juices gushing all over the desk.

Oh my God! Kiss or have sex with me? Aaron's question kept spinning in her mind. The man was very good at taking advantage of the situation. After removing the physical contact limit between them, he also wanted to add something else to their marriage contract. Kiss or have sex? There was no better choice. You have to choose right away. Or I assume you agree to have sex with me. Oh, we can do that right now. Instantly, her body trembled at the memory of Aaron's words that were spoken by teasing her body through intense touches on her sensitive skin. Her sanity was getting tested by all of his seduction. The climax was when he landed a kiss on her neck. She almost lost control.

“But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties loose. The other man grabbed my tits. His palms were rough, Father. My breath hitched, and I just… I let him.” “Stop,” I croaked. It was a pathetic plea. “I let them fondle me in that room, their hands caressing every inch of my body. Even parts I didn’t think they would touch,” she breathed, the sound of her lips moving almost audible through the screen. “One of the men had slipped a finger into my asshole. At the end of it, I was crying out in pl

My moans echoed off the stone, raw and unfiltered, and bouncing back to me as if the crypt itself were moaning with me. He watched through the lens, eyes dark, pupils blown wide with lust and something colder—calculation. “Tell me your worst secret, Elara,” he said, voice low and coaxing. “The one you’ll never print.” I gasped, hips rocking into my own hand, thighs trembling. “I… I came to expose you,” I confessed, the words spilling like wine. “The abuse stories. The missing girls from the Boston church. The rumors of payoffs, of girls who vanished after private ‘counseling.’ I thought you were—”

she sobbed. He thrust deeper, harder. “Wrong answer.” “Y-yours! It’s yours!” she cried into the paper. “Better,” he grunted, his pace quickening into a relentless pounding. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing her mercilessly as he fucked her from behind. It was too much. The dual stimulation, the forbidden act, the constant fear of the door opening… she was shattering. Her orgasm ripped through her, a silent, violent convulsion.

I sat back on his stomach, with his shaft deep in me. My breath was coming out in gasps as I tried to get used to the feeling of his shaft in me. I yelped when the werewolf king flipped us once more. His actions drove his shaft deeper into me. He raised both of my legs, widening them a bit. "Stop!" I screamed when he thrust into me so hard it rang in my ears. Yet, he didn't stop. He turned me, so I was on my knees, with him thrusting from behind.

It was my first time getting sexual with a girl but I'd watched so much lesbian porn to know I was on the right track. I trailed kisses from the lump of her breast up to her neck nuzzling the nape. She wiggled trying to stop me but I pinned both her arms with my knees. She moaned softly and her breathing came in long shuddering breaths. My hands slipped off her mini skirt easily along with her panties. She let me. I looked down impressed to see her clean shaved pussy. It was a wax job judging by the smooth details. I placed my thumb on her clits and watched her body go rigid. She wanted it so bad. I wasn't going to give it to her so easily. That was one of the rules of being Dominant.

"And this.....is my story." It all started when I was ten, and Blaine fifteen. We were five kids, Blaine being the only boy. Our family was a happy one, we loved each other dearly, we did everything together. Dad and mum were just as loving. It was the perfect family. Things changed one night when I caught Blaine staring at me while I was having my bath. I was shocked but didn't take it as anything. He apologized and I forgot about it. After sometime I began to notice Blaine wanted to be alone with me. I was only glad. In my little mind, I felt he needed someone close to him. Being the soft type, I gradually moved close to him. Anytime I had dispute with anyone, he'd be the one to cuddle me

Nine months of divorce numbness and eight months of pretending he didn’t want her like this — it all crashed over him at once. He slid his hand between her legs. She was dripping. Soaking his fingers the second he touched her. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “You’re soaked. Spanked and dripping for your Master like a good little slave.” She moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand. “Master— please—” He pushed two fingers inside her without warning. Deep. Curling. His thumb found her clit and rubbed tight circles. She cried out, hips rocking desperately against his thigh.