Forced Male Chastity Stories Novels & Stories

Marcus kept me pinned face-down, ass up, his thick pierced cock buried deep in my spasming pussy. Every brutal thrust stretched me wider, the silver piercing dragging along my sensitive walls and hitting that perfect spot that made me see stars. I was drooling into the sheets, moaning like a bitch in heat as he railed me raw. “Fuck,Daddy,please, I’m so close,” I begged, pushing back to meet his punishing strokes. My virgin cunt was creaming all over his shaft, juices dripping down my thighs and soaking his heavy balls.

he says and I go to the drawer to take out the chastity cage. "This is a cock cage or a chastity device. It stops you from getting an erection while wearing it," I explain and he looks at it with a curious face. "Does it hurt?" He asks. "Not really, only if it doesn't fit properly. It's just uncomfortable and stops you being able to cum." "What other punishments are there?" He asks me as he looks at the floggers on the wall. "I could make you kneel on rice. Or whip you. Or deny you pleasure."

“Answer me, Cassie.” “Yes! Yes, I love it!” I cried out, pushing back against every thrust. “Don’t stop… I’m so close already!” When my moans got too loud he grabbed both my wrists, caged them above my head with one strong hand, and kept pounding me while he smacked my ass with the other. “Quiet, baby,” he growled, leaning down to kiss me hard, swallowing every moan. “You want your dad to hear what a dirty little virgin you are? You want him to know how good you’re taking my cock?”

The darkness lasted only a moment. Torches roared back to life showing figures lined the walls in pairs and groups, each carved in explicit poses that made Chelsea's stomach twist. One statue showed a man behind a woman in doggy style, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her pussy. Another depicted a couple in missionary, the woman's legs wrapped around the man's waist while he drove his cock deep inside her.

It was a bit agonizing, I felt too full, so I put my hands on his chest, trying to push him away a little, but he started to pull out a little, not enough to ease my entry, and he went back in, giving short thrusts. I began to moan loudly as he began to flick my clitoris rapidly with his fingers. The strong strokes, and the loud slaps of our sexes hitting each other, were too much for me. I came quickly, my body shook as if an avalanche was coming out and meeting another one coming in from the outside, Anthony's cum.

I imagined her husband home with the baby while his wife was living out her slut life. Whenever a guy (or guys) were ready to go again, I seemed to be on their short list for a partner. I suppose it was because I was fresh meat. Andre did find me again about 2am. He took me up to his sex room again and bound me to his cross. In a way it was funny. I was exhausted so being tied to his cross gave me a chance to rest, even though he flogged me and teased me with a Hitachi Wand. He was kind enough to let me cum again, although I was worried that his orgasm tracking system was failing due to all the cum I had sprayed on me. He asked if I needed a break or if I wanted him to force me to cum some m

The years of forced chastity made him even more feral than his Commander at the moment. ​He tore his dark trousers open and freed his aching erection. He grabbed her soft thighs and lifted them high, wrapping her legs completely around his waist, not bothering with any sweet, romantic foreplay. He wanted to claim her completely. He guided his thick length into her slick entrance, burying himself inside her tight, wet core with a brutal upward thrust.

three times in two weeks. Rachel, twenty-eight, who'd brought her husband for "erectile dysfunction therapy" and now came alone twice a week. Elena, twenty-five, whose boyfriend couldn't make her squirt....but Dr. Stone could, and now she was addicted to the sensation. They all knew why they were there. All knew what happened behind that closed office door. All knew they couldn't stop coming back. One by one, they were called in. One by one, they were thoroughly fucked.

He twisted my arms behind my back and pressed my face to the wall. He leaned closer to me, “Do you think I came here to take you back, Nah. I saw you that night with him. I never knew you to be a whore, the way you took him all in without complaining had me starving. I never knew you to be that submissive when we had sex, it made me want to have a taste. You were never that liberal with me, you were so uptight and each time I tell you to have some fun, you claim you were not in the mood. I watched you work your hips and let him do anything he wanted with you. Tell me Alicia, are you going to give it to me or should I force my way on you”

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”