Forced Rimming Novels & Stories

The ring Rachel was holding slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor. She couldn't believe her ears and seized the man by the collar. "What did you say? Say that again!" Her grip was so tight that the man struggled to breathe. Still, he forced himself to get the words out.

Malik took Rim's hand and run water over it. He did the same on her thigh. At first Rim was scared and shy to bunch up her skirt for him to also run water on it. But seeing his serious expression and the presence of the old lady on the entrance of the bathroom, she obediently did as told. Anyway grandma is here he can't do anything stupid to me. Rim thought to herself.

Plus mom was really getting into sucking my cock and I wasn't about to stop her, even to get into a 69. I smiled as I pictured how she looked bent over in front of me with just a bra and thong. She had been so wet already that I could see her shaved pussy and puckered asshole. I wondered if that was one of the reasons she hadn't worn panties tonight, to stop them from getting soaked and irritating her. But I knew that it was really just to feel naughty and tease me with that fact. I fantasized about the view from a 69 with mom on top, her legs against my side as she straddled me, and her wet pussy and asshole on display and begging for my attention. I smiled remembering how mom had reacted t

No, not at all. “Ohhh...” Sienna smirked. “That’s where it’s going!” She’d never seen or done this particular movement before... A rimjob as they call it. The man ran his tongue across the girl’s puckering asshole. He gripped the cheeks with each hand, spreading them far apart, forcing his tongue deep into the delicious hole. “Wow!” Sienna shouted, falling momentarily to the floor. This adventurous turn of events proved too much for her senses.

The crowd doesn't even celebrate for longer than necessary. The crowd begins their build-up again for the next opponents, but when these two attack, their movements are different than the first. Instead of strikes, they are grabbing one another. Twisting and squeezing each other's bodies in painful ways to gain an advantage. Growls and grunts are spilling from both of their mouths, but it looks like a stalemate until the smaller Cok headbutts his opponent to gain an advantage. The bigger champion doesn't go down like his opponent thought he would though. He actually gives his opponent a deadly look before biting into his shoulder.

The first time we were at her apartment she had said she wanted this, she mentioned it but I slipped past the discussion. It is not that I don't like rimming, the problem is that she is married. I knew that if she rimmed me I would never see Jorge the same again, because I would think his lips and her ass-rimming lips could have touched. (They rarely kiss, but just the idea that they might is enough.) That mental image would be a problem if, for example, Jorge and I ever had an intense academic debate.

The next morning, he rushed into my room, only relaxing when he saw I was there. "Sorry, Leona. There was trouble at the casino on the West Side last night, and then my car broke down. That's why I couldn't go join you." I didn't hear a word he said. My eyes were fixed on the silk scarf around his neck...and the faint reddish marks it barely covered. ...Were those what I thought they were? I reached out, wanting to touch the scarf. Andy immediately jerked back, pulling it tighter. "Does the scarf look strange? It's part of a blessing ritual for our marriage... It was supposed to bring happiness. I have to wear it before the wedding, so I can't take it off."