Forced Sissy Stories Novels & Stories

He lined his cock up with my dripping hole and slammed back in with one rough thrust, burying every inch inside my stretched cunt. “Ahh shit!” I cried out, my back arching off the table. He started pounding me hard right away, his hips slapping loud against my ass with every deep stroke. His hands grabbed my tits, squeezing them roughly while his fingers pinched and twisted my nipples. “Kai you fucking animal—slow down—my pussy is still sore from the Angle!!” “Not happening, sis. You were clenching so tight on the phone I almost blew my load right there.”

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.

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.

“Bad fucking girl.” She moaned, pushing herself back unto me. Now, I could already smell how wet she was, so I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rock-hard joystick and without warning, I shoved it inside her tight swollen lips in a single ruthless penetration. “Oh, Jesus!!” she cried out. I fucked her hard and angry, pounding into her from behind like I was trying to punish her. “This pussy belongs to Daddy,” I snarled against her ear, my hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing it. “Now tell me that only Daddy has access to your pussy. Say it.”

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—”

“Tell me how bad you need this dick.” “Please, Jax,” she whimpered, pushing back desperately. “I need your thick cock inside me. Stretch my pussy open and fuck me hard. Use me. I’m your dirty little slut…please fill me up again.” With a satisfied groan, he slammed into her in one powerful thrust, burying every inch until his hips slapped against her ass. “That’s my girl. Taking every inch like you were made for it.” He set a brutal rhythm immediately…deep, punishing strokes that made her breasts bounce inside her dress and her ass ripple with every impact.

‘Suck my clit, you bitch! I'd called my boss a ‘bitch’ and told, no, ordered her to suck me off. But I was beyond caring now ... Only my clit mattered. It felt huge and swollen, protruding, caught in a beam of hard light. In a slow motion movement, Ellis leant forward and obeyed me. Her soft hair fell across my thighs as she clamped her lips around me. Then I was screaming, writhing, coming ... pumping my hips against her as my hole pulsed like a sea creature sucking in life. It was gorgeous, tormenting, celestial, and I didn’t give a damn if Ellis was a woman, I adored her! .