Forced Male Chastity Stories Novels & Stories

, he thought as he swallowed his saliva. Mariana got on him and straddled him a bit before unbuckling his trousers. Valentino didn't do anything, he just let her do as she pleased on him...who is he to refuse such an offer. After fiddling with the belt, she removed it and pulled his trousers down leaving him in his underwear. She smirked when she saw the bulge in his underwear. "I can see you're ready for me", she smirked "Let's make a baby", she smiled as she proceeded to take off his underwear but he held her hand making her pause.

I was in control, setting the pace, grinding my clit against his pelvic bone with every upward surge. "Nana..." he growled, his hands catching my waist, his knuckles turning white. He couldn't bear the slow torture for long. His professional restraint finally snapped. With a low, guttural roar, he flipped the script. He surged upward, pinning my wrists above my head and taking over the rhythm. He started riding me with a frantic, desperate energy, his hips slamming into mine in a relentless skin-to-skin slap that echoed off the spa walls.

he asked. A moan escaped my lips. I pushed back against his hand. "Yes. Please." Father Jake rubbed faster. His other hand stayed on my breast. He pinched my nipple. "You are dripping," he said. "Your body wants this." I nodded. Shame mixed with need. "It does. Even though I am married. Even though this is a church." He pushed one finger inside me. Then two. He moved them in and out. The wet sounds filled the quiet space. "You cheated once," he said. "Now you are here with me. Does that make you feel worse or better?"

I gasped sharply as the thick dildo stretched my virgin asshole, the burning ring of muscle protesting hard around the fat shaft. “Fuck… it burns so much,” I whimpered, but I didn’t pull it out. Instead, I pushed back harder, forcing more of the veiny toy deeper into my ass. “That’s my dirty girl,” HotFantasy88 growled through the speaker. “Now bounce on it. I want to see that tight little asshole swallowing every inch. Don’t you dare stop.”

Sighing he sat back on his chair. I know, it's a low blow from my side. Knowing my brother, he would rather remain celibate than force any girl. His male ego was and is always bigger than a mountain. And he would never stoop as low as forcing a girl. Though he is thirty, in his prime age, handsome, unmarried, single and undoubtedly rich, his moral values regarding women were always high.

Who give me the rough intense passionate sex I've been craving since I was a teenager. So judge me if you want. Call me a cheater. Call me a whore. Say I'm destroying my marriage. But I know the truth. My marriage was destroyed the moment I saw my husband on his knees with another man's cock down his throat. I'm just making the best of the situation I was forced into. And honestly? I've never been more satisfied in my life. The mechanic. The neighbor's brother. Both of them give me what I need in different ways. Both of them make me feel alive and desired and completely satisfied.

"For twenty years, my sex life has been an absolute curse. Every woman I have ever touched, every woman I have ever tried to take to bed ended up screaming in pain, passing out from the unbearable discomfort, or bleeding so heavily I had to rush them to private surgeons. Do you have any idea what that does to a man?" I stared at him, my breathing fast and ragged. He continued; "Because of my size, I haven't been able to have actual sex in five full years," Callan continued, moving closer towards me. "I was literally twenty-four hours away from letting your mother cut into my body with a scalpel just so I could live a normal life. And then you walked into my suite last night." “You dragged me

But my silly hubby. After changing in my nightwear. He was waiting for me but I ignored him and plopped on the bed. He was only in his boxer and he attacked me like a hungry wolf. "I don't want..." I shouted but he sealed my lips and lifted my top inserting his hands inside my top. I struggled but failed beneath his strong corpse. "I say - Yes..." He whispered in between kisses. "But what if we will again be rewarded with a boy child," He asked me narrowing his eyes and breaking the kiss. His hands were scraping my chest harshly turning me on.

Book 1: Daddy’s Bestfriend. Mark Reynolds has wanted Lena for years. Her father’s best friend, freshly divorced and now living in their house, he’s impossible to ignore. Every glance sparks desire she shouldn’t feel. Her best friend envies her. His ex-wife plots, and every risk is hotter than the last—can Lena survive the fire she can’t resist? LENA POV “Fuuuck—ohhh!” I moaned, my back arched against the sheets, fingers slippery as they circled my clit, the vibrator thrumming between my thighs. My free hand pinched a nipple through my thin tank, my breath coming in ragged gasps, the whole bed shaking with my movements.

“He is the disgusting motherfucker, not you. But you need to say it. Tell me what he took from you.” Richy’s eyes were wide and terrified. He searched Jax’s face, looking for judgment, for revulsion. But he didn't see it. All he saw was the caring expression on Jax's face, that kind eye that had only looked at him with love and adoration. And that was why he did as his boyfriend asked him to. “He… he had his fingers inside me,” Richy began, the words trembling. “For the exam. Then he… he added more until he stretched me. He said I was tight, and that I was taking it so well.”