Forced Sissy Stories Novels & Stories

He kicks my leg apart, spreading me open like some roadside bitch. I stagger on my toes but widen up without as little as a fight. I look forward to Jay for a rescue, but he’s so lost in his fantasy that he doesn't even reach out. An odd smirk displays on his face, one meant for a satisfied man. “I like this one.” he chuckles. I try to argue but my words evaporate when Terry does the stupid move of shoving his fingers into my pussy without warning. “Oh, god… Ahhh…” I grip the edges of the table and cry. “Te…” Again, he leaves me speechless when he pulls out and rams in, not with just a finger, but with three!

I was sobbing, my voice a wreck. I felt the orgasm building. It was huge, fueled by the pain of the crop and the fear of being caught. My pussy was clamping down on him, milking him for every drop of power. "I'm gonna cum!" Silas roared. He slammed into me so hard I thought I would go through the wall. "ME TOO! EEEE! I'M CUMMING!"

62-Sabastian POV I can see his erection as clear as day, and it makes me want to vomit. It is not a sight I have ever wanted to witness before and would rather never again see. “You are going to be a good girl and put that tight little pussy on my dick.” He instructs her. “You do not have my consent, and I am only doing this because you are forcing me. Please repeat that.” I watch as she stands before him and strips to her panties. She doesn’t move from her position in front of him in her black lace thong as she waits for his reply. “Yeah yeah. I do not have your consent, and I am forcing you to do this. My dick isn’t getting any harder.” He demands.

Fuck, he’s thicker than Nicholas, longer, and the way he fills me makes my eyes water. “Fuck…Noa…” His hands clamp down on my hips hard enough to bruise. “So goddamn tight.” “Push it in Daddy, stretch the fuck out of me, I'm all yours.” I don't care if I sound desperate, my pussy is so tight afterall I don't fuck around. He starts moving deeply, giving powerful thrust that rock the whole bed. Every thrust drives the air from my lungs. The wet slap of his hips against my ass fills the room. I fist the sheets and push back to meet him because I can’t help it.

An oversexed bully takes advantage of a game of dares. In this story you can expect a heavy dose of machismo, uber confidence, rough sex, MF, MFF and MMF, squirting, surprisingly tender moments, virginities popped, anal accomplished, an unrealistic dick and ridiculous alpha male dominance. ========================= I smirked, phone pressed to my ear as Susanna moaned and sucked in a breath on the other end of our call. "Now stop," I said. "Yes, baby," she groaned, and I could hear the pout on her lips.

He fucked me hard, hips slapping loudly against my ass, his balls smacking my clit with every stroke. “Goddamn, this teen cunt is tight,” he growled, pounding me mercilessly. Each thrust shoved my body forward on the bench. Jax moved to my face again, shoving his cum-smeared cock back into my mouth while Victor destroyed my pussy constantly. They rotated fast. Marcus took my pussy next, long strokes that hit deep, grinding against my cervix. Jax spread my ass cheeks hard and pushed a thick finger into my tight asshole,I screamed, then two, stretching me open while Marcus railed me. The pressure built until I came hard around Marcus’s cock, squirting down my thighs with a broken moan/cry.

I spanked her ass, slow loud spanks that echoed in the library. “It’s Antonio," she snapped. “Really? You mean your father’s consigliere? What does he want?” I spanked her again; her cheeks grew red. “Ohhh!” She moaned, silently this time; probably she doesn’t want the workers to hear. Well, I do not care. I pushed the ice further into her slippery pussy. “Owww! I… I don’t … kn.. know,” she stuttered. She was drooling on her chin. “Oh, you should know why you kissed him then. Why?” I asked her, inserting my two fingers with a little ice deep inside her. Stretching her walls as they clenched hungrily around my fingers.

“Thank you, Daddy… oh my god, I’m coming… Oh Daddy, I’m coming for you…” “That’s it, babydoll. But we’re not done yet, sweet girl. Daddy’s going to tell you a story,” he whispers, sending chills across my skin. Then he keeps talking filthy things while he drives his thick cock into me—future scenes, dirty plans… like inviting muscular men from work over to use me while I’m blindfolded, or betting my body when he’s losing at a poker game, or pretending to be my teacher and calling me into his office for filthy student-teacher sex. Every scenario he describes crashes over me and sets off wave after wave of intense orgasms. I tell him I can’t come anymore. He makes me come again almost right aw

Since she couldn't, she stuck one finger in her hole, in an effort to satisfy the ache. Mr. Ryan was now sliding his hand up and down his shaft, working the tight skin. Miss Alice was still bent over the desk, waiting for what he would give her. He stuck his hand beneath her ass and caressed her p***y. Then pulling out his hand, he brought it to his face. “You're wet.” He muttered. His c**k leaping against the redhead’s ass. “You like to be punished, don't you.” Miss Alice squeaked and nodded her head, obviously too weak to speak. Jessica watched Mr. Ryan reach into his back pocket and take out a condom. He quickly opened it and slid it over his length.

“Stop. Hurst. don’t—” But my hips betrayed me, rolling up into his touch even as I fought. He circled my clit once. Twice. Slow, deliberate torture. “Such a filthy liar,” he growled. “Your pussy’s sucking at my fingers like it’s starving. You’ve been thinking about it all night, haven’t you? Wondering how it’d feel wrecking this tight hole while your boyfriend’s busy painting some other slut’s insides?” I bucked, biting his hand again as tears of frustration stung my eyes. “I’ll tell him everything in the morning. I'll tell him you forced me. You’ll lose—”