Gun Play Kink Novels & Stories

The beautiful curve of her jaw, her eyebrows, her lips. I press the gun in her clit and she widens her eyes even more. Tears fall from her eyes and land straight on my hand. I don't make a move to wipe it off. “Rub your pussy on my gun.” She hesitates. “I work with guns, it could fire at any time and kill me.” she whispers “That's the point.” Her bottom lips tremble I push the gun upwards and she sinks into it and grinds on it. “How does that feel?”

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.

THEMES: Break- in fantasy, Truth or Dare Confession, Obsessed stalker, Masked Identity, Consensual Non Consent. KINKS: Knife play, light BDSM, Choking/Breath play, Bondage/Restraint, Spanking, Sex toys, Orgasm denial, Dirty Talk, Praise kink, Voyeuristic tension, Double Temperature play. He strokes my clit again, pinching it every two seconds with the edge of the knife. "Oh Goddddd," I whimper, shuddering as my hips start to roll internally.

She stated Kelly was looking a little shocked, I guess she didn't see it coming. He first remove her earing and then her wrist watch. Then he scanned her body from head to toe, as if he was contemplating on what to do next. Kelly gown was a deep back gown..then he moved behind her and unhook her bra. My eyes almost left it socket. I was shocked and Kelly just stood there like a robot as he removed her bra. The other student cheered, they were obviously enjoying the game. Then a girl picked a number too and her bottle landed on that guy I saw kissing Tala earlier. They were asked to kiss for five minute, which they did without delay.

In a move I didn't see coming, he grabbed my hand and placed it over the bulge in his jeans. With his other hand, he grabbed me by my upper arm and pulled me in close to him. "The only problem I would have screwing you would be knowing when to stop," he said. The evidence of his arousal under my left hand proved his words. "So?" I asked. "Why won't you?" He hesitated before I saw his face harden. "Every woman I've had sex with has ended up dead at the end of the ordeal. So if you're okay with the life being drained out of you while I'm inside you, we can make that happen."

"Wh-- My friend is in there about to get married! I should be in there!" "Sorry. But, I've been told to keep you out. Please step away from the door." "Just let me inside, I won't cause any trouble." "Back away from the door." He repeated as he jabbed his finger in his face. Seven slapped his hand away and he reaches for the gun on his side. Was that supposed to intimidate me? He scoffed aloud and rolled his eyes. "Look, I just wanted to say a few things to my friend and then I'll be on my way."

"So, did you ever think you'd be offered a job because your dick is bigger than the last guy?" Russ chuckled. "I never thought about it." "That's not the only reason. You're also, according to Lan, handsome, well built, and have a reputation of being a nice guy. I do, essentially, what my mom and sister do. I give massages. By choice, I only do females. About half of them just want massages. The other half are the regulars. They want the special services we offer. For women, it's fingering to orgasm, eating them, and rarely vaginal sex. For vaginal I always wear a condom. Safer for me and for them. For oral, I use a dental dam about half the time. Do you know what that is?"

Even if I had some fun with her, there was nothing to feel guilty about. Besides, in my eyes, Ms. Johnston was definitely a horny vixen. Otherwise, why would she be all alone here, using those toys? As for her so-called collection, that just made her easier for me to control. Once the thought occurred to me, it was impossible to suppress it. While Ms. Johnston was selling cigarettes, I noticed the middle-aged man, Bobby, staring at her body with a lecherous gaze. That only strengthened my resolve—it was better me than someone else.