Gun Play Kink Novels & Stories

Switching between fast thrusts and then slow grinding rolls that makes my eyes water. My clit is swollen and throbbing under my own fingers. Every time I get close, he changes the angle or slows down, leaving me shaking and desperate. “Please,” I whimper against his palm. “I need to cum. I need you to cum inside me.” He leans in. “You’re going to walk back out there soaked with my seed leaking down your thighs, aren’t you?” “Yes,” I moan. “Yes, please.” He loses the last of his control.

I shot my hot load into her ass,but she kept bouncing and slapping her clit. 'You're mine now, little intern. Next shift, same thing.'

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.

The metal kissed my clit, and I jolted, a sharp gasp tearing from my throat. “Shhh,” he soothed mockingly. “You can take it.” He slid the barrel lower, parting my folds with the cold edge. I was so wet the gun glided easily, the muzzle nudging my entrance. “Zeden—please—” “Quiet.” He pushed—just the tip—stretching me open around the unforgiving metal. I cried out, back arching, thighs shaking violently. “Take it,” he ordered, voice rough. “Show me how much you want me.”

“Getting turned on by your step-uncle’s gun on your pussy.” I whimpered, pushing back against the weapon, completely lost in the twisted pleasure. He teased me with it for a long moment, sliding the barrel up and down my slit, pressing it against my entrance without pushing in. Then he moved it lower, rubbing the cold metal against my tight little asshole. I gasped. He pushed slowly. The thick barrel of his gun stretched my ass open, the metal cool and unyielding as he worked it deeper. I cried out in a mix of shock and overwhelming pleasure as he began fucking my ass with his service pistol — slow, careful thrusts that made my eyes roll back.

“You really want me to give you the highlight reel of what gets me off?” “Yes.” Dr. Lawson’s expression didn’t shift. His voice dropped to a deeper tone. “Every detail.” Daniel’s cock stirred, traitorous, pressing against his jeans. He adjusted quickly, trying to play it off with bravado. “Alright, fine. I watch p**n. Guys sucking, fucking. Sometimes kinkier shit—bondage, power play. Doesn’t really matter as long as it’s hot.” He tilted his head. “That help, doc?” Dr. Lawson’s pen scratched across paper. “And when you’re with someone, does it feel the same?”

The pressure was consistently building in my lower abdomen, and I needed something small to make me explode, to push me over the edge. "You made this knife so slick with your juices. I will forever smell you on it. ”His words pressed the right buttons in me, and I started coming, gripping the blade with my inside walls, and clenching around it. Fireworks exploded behind my brain, and the fear of dying only intensified the pleasure I received. “Good fucking puppy,” he praised me as pulled the knife out. “Now you are ready for my cock. ”

The world narrowed to this: the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of their joining, the crude symphony of their panting breaths. “You like that?” he grunted, his hips pistoning. “You like this gay cock ruining your little pussy?” “Yes!” she shrieked, her head thrashing side to side. “Harder! Give it to me harder! Make me come!” He obliged, driving into her with abandon. One hand slid down to where they were joined, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing rough, frantic circles. Her back arched violently off the sofa. Her internal muscles clamped down on his cock in a series of fierce, fluttering spasms.

“Ethan’s little wife is getting ruined by his once best friends. We are going to fuck you until you forget how to run next time want you.” Gunnar reached around and began rubbing my clit fast and rough while still pounding into me. “Say it,” Caden murmured darkly. “Tell us you will not run.” I tried to shake my head. But the moment Gunnar’s fingers pressed harder against my clit, another orgasm tore through me. My body convulsed violently. I squirted all over Gunnar’s cock and down my thighs. Cane groaned. “My turn brother,” he growled. Gunnar pulled out with a wet sound and I whimpered helplessly at the sudden emptiness.

She moaned out, and I did as she asked, fucking her tight pussy harder, potentially hitting her cervix. Making this even more interesting, I reached over and grabbed my gun from the bedside table and put it against her chin, fully loaded. No safety. With one wrong move of my finger, her brains could be all over my wall, but that only turned me on more, as sick and twisted as it was. "You like being fucked with a gun, don't you? It turns you on, doesn't it, baby?" I pushed the up of my gun further into her chin and she let out a muffled whine.