Free Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

"Let him go." One of the goons snorts. "Your orders, boss. He saw us." The second has Jacob's arms pinned. He sneers in Jacob's face. Dominic moves a step forward. "You have two seconds to let him go." The first thug steps off, glancing at his partner. The second hesitates, then pushes Jacob away. Jacob stumbles and falls to his knees. Dominic spins around and grabs the collar of the second thug. He pulls him up. The man's eyes go wide.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

The two women faced each other, knees bracketing his body, and kissed while they used him—Sloane grinding on his tongue, the woman riding his cock in deep, rolling thrusts. The woman’s hands rose to Sloane’s breasts, squeezing, pinching the nipples hard enough to sting, then soothing. Sloane’s hands mirrored the motion. Their mouths stayed open against each other, sharing every soft broken sound. The man beneath them groaned into Sloane’s cunt, the vibration traveling straight through her clit. She came hard, thighs clamping around his head, a raw cry muffled against the woman’s mouth. The woman followed less than a minute later, grinding down and shaking as she pulsed around him.

He hasn’t seen anything yet. This should be classified as torture. I’m strapped down on the spank bench in the club room, arms, legs, torso pinned so tight against the leather I can barely twitch. No escape, no slack. The wand hums relentlessly on my clit, strapped tight between me and the bench, buzzing. My thighs tremble uselessly, my body already wound too tight, and it feels like the damn thing is fusing to me. This is what happens when your boyfriend is your number one subscriber. Xavier told me he had ideas for my stream, said it with that grin that made me forget the filth he’s capable of. Turns out his idea of fun is borderline criminal.

“You’re amazing, too. I only meant to share with you what it could be like with another woman. Men aren’t the only ones who can make you feel special. I hope you understand more now.” “I think I like the p**n flicks...or maybe it’s the bondage that I’m curious about.” She caressed Kiera’s cheek, letting her thumb move over soft lips; Sandi looked into her eyes. “Bondage isn’t as kinky as people think. They don’t understand what’s behind the bondage and how it can enhance sexual experiences. Look what the blindfold did for you.” Kiera’s lips were too close; Sandi wet her own as she enjoyed the look of satisfaction on Kiera’s face.

The petite woman unbound her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders, her blue eyes alight with anticipation, while the tattooed woman shed her remaining leather, her muscular form a testament to her strength. “Bind her,” the leader instructed, and the silver-haired woman tied my wrists and ankles with silk cords, securing them to the mat’s corners, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. The leader knelt between my legs, her fingers tracing my swollen lips, then slipping inside, four at once, stretching my cunt with a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Feel us,” she murmured, adding a vibrator, pressing it against my clit, turning it to a high hum that made me arch against the bonds. The brunette stradd

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

my hands gripping the sheets tightly…as my other hands cobered my mouth to muffle the moans that came out . He didn’t stop as I begged him…even when I came apart in his arms… He then looks at me as he took off his clothes not breaking eye contact at all He then asks me “Do u want to be ontop or below me “he says with a smirk I looked at him shyly as I say “On top” “Good choice” he says as he lied down and beckons for me to come ….I went closer…took of my panties and sat on him..my hand holding him…guiding him into my wet heat….

Spit dripped down his balls, and the fountain water splashed softly behind them, mixing with the filthy sounds of their mouths. “Enough,” Julian growled after a few minutes. His cock was rock-hard and shining, but he didn’t want to cum yet. “Stand up. I’m going to tie you up tonight. With your own rosaries.” Hannah’s eyes lit up, while Rebecca looked nervous but excited. They pulled the long strings of beads from around their necks. Julian took them and led the nuns to the stone fountain. The edge was wide and flat, perfect. He made Hannah bend over first, her big tits pressing against the cool stone. Then he tied her wrists together with her rosary and looped the beads around the iron ring