Gender Bender Erotica Novels & Stories

She gasped, the sensation a confusing mix of pain and intense stimulation. “This ass is mine now,” he stated, pressing the vibrator firmly against the tight ring. “Every time you sit down today, you’ll feel it. You’ll remember my cock stretching it open.” He moved it away, leaving her aching. “But right now, I’m interested in this other hole.” He dragged the vibrator back up, finally letting it rest at her entrance. The hum vibrated through her sensitive lips, a promise without penetration. “Please,” she breathed, straining against the ropes.

Brenda sat up, her eyes gleaming with that predatory spark. 'Wait here.' she said, slipping off the bed, rummaging in her nightstand drawer. My pulse quickened when she pulled out a harness, black leather straps attached to a thick, veined dildo, eight inches of silicone promise. 'Oh shit,' I breathed, a mix of nerves and excitement twisting in my belly. She stepped into the harness, adjusting it until the cock jutted out obscenely from her hips. 'You want this inside you, don't you? My dirty daughter-in-law, begging for her mother-in-law's strap.' She stroked it like it was real, lubing it up with spit and her own wetness.

His hands slid down her body, his touch firm and confident, as he guided her to the edge of the couch. Sadile felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what was about to happen, her body responding to the anticipation with a hunger that surprised even her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, as Travis positioned himself before her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene.

He loved to see them moan and cry, tremble and pulse… And now, 3 cute sexy hotties, graced with perfect bodies, were at his service doing whatever he wanted to see, 3 of them: a sultry blonde, suntanned brunette and puffy ginger were having fun in front of him, a blonde was sitting in armchair with legs spread wide and fingers in her cunt to masturbate, while ginger one was lying on her back, and hot brunette settled on her, moving her hips like if she was gonna fuck this slut. Their clits touched one another what made them moan repeatedly, the brunette was kissing her partner’s neck, face and lips, then, very slowly, she moved down her stomach, after then when her tongue touched ginger’s pu

There were whips like that of horses, ones that were twisted to form a thick twist, ones that were braided with their tips ending in fringe leather. There was another glass rack that contained vibrators of various types, shapes, and sizes. One of the vibrators was shaped like a hand. An agonized laughter escaped my lips. Pietro Eppolito is indeed a fucking sadist. A sadist with a fucking sense of humor. There was a bed that looked like the type I'd seen in the hospital during my appointments at the family planning unit. Then, a sink was by the side, and a cart was next to it with a neatly folded stack of towels.

Craving The Busty Babysitter (7) He grinned and tossed the paddle aside, climbing back between her trembling thighs. The glass dildo was still lodged inside her, coated in her arousal. He slid it out slowly, dragging every textured ridge along her walls. Brea moaned, loudly, her cuffs rattling against the headboard as she arched into it, needing more. “Beg for it,” Dennis ordered. “Please,” she gasped. “Please fuck me again. Use me. Fill me while I’m strapped to your wife’s bed like your personal whore.”

The bench groans as Theresa shuffles her hips closer to the edge. Yes. As I work my way up her thighs, kissing and stroking, this is what I've been craving: the heat of her body; her scent; her sighs. I'm burrowing my way to heaven. "Theresa." Her name gusts out of me, and I hook her white cotton panties to one side. She's slick and pink and swollen already, shaved except for a strip of trimmed dark blonde hair. Heaven. "Theresa." Do I even remember any other words? Does it matter? My knees dig into the floor as I lean forward.

When she saw that he wasn't present even after another hour had passed, she stood again and then sighted the door that leads to the BDSM room he took her to the last time. She walked towards it carefully and opened the door, on opening it, she saw the same materials she had seen then there the last time only that there were large pictures of how the process looked like. She saw pictures of a man flogging a woman in the ass, she saw pictures of a woman sitting on a man's face, the man seemed to be eating her out. She saw pictures of a woman tied to a pole and being fingered. She saw all sorts of erotic pictures that she couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation in her pussy.

Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush. Vibrator and dildos where attached to mannequin to imitate real life penis. The vibrators were so large and thick. The mere though of that size thrusting into my tight channel had me clutching my thighs together. Fuck. I was so wet. These vibrators have white sticky liquid pouring out of it tips into a fountain at the base of the mannequin. I guess there were trying to mimic how a penis looked like while ejaculating. Other items like rubber gimp-masks, chains, whips, lea

she asked, unlocking the box and lifting out a package with a naked woman on the front, her arms bound in a black band in front of her naked torso. “New restraints,” he told her, taking the package and opening it. “They are spandex, comfortable on the skin, but tight enough to keep you under control.” Sandra watched as he took the black stretchy material out of the package and pulled on it to show her how snug it was. “What else did you get?” “A new vibrator.”