Gun Play Kink Novels & Stories

Lifting my injured leg, I showed him the blood trickling down in a thin line. "Lick it clean, or I'll make sure you're carried out of here on a stretcher." Colton let out a disgusted sound, scrunching up his face. "That's gross." I shot him a glare. "You don't get it. Saliva's antiseptic." While we bantered back and forth, Zach turned to leave. Colton's bodyguards blocked the door, clearly unwilling to let him off so easily. A commotion erupted outside, and then Wynona burst through the door, right on cue.

We are doing bad things that we did just a few nights ago. This is the effects of Bullet and Gunner to me. They made me more hormonal. Bullet’s playfulness and naughtiness always gets the best out of me. It makes me lose my sanity until I find myself fantasizing about our intimate moments. And Gunner’s innocence and quite lewd demeanor is pushing me to think about dirty thoughts whenever we talk. It was like an endless cycle for me. Gunner and I will have an intimate moment over the phone and then all of a sudden, I will go out of my room only to be teased by the adonis body of Bullet. It was really hard to contain my hormones with these two!

"Tyler. I want you to answer with a truth. What's your nastiest kink?" He smirked, downing the rest of his drink. "Nothing gets me going like pounding a tight asshole. Fucking that rosebud till it gapes." Heat pooled between my legs, panties slapping on my clit making me shift uneasily. These young men would be the death of me. Zane asked Brock. "What's your kink, Brock?" "Piss play. A pretty girl squatting over my face and just letting go." Shit! At this point I was soaked, my panties were stuck like tissue paper on my folds.

Jack growled, stepping up into my space. He reached into a heavy leather bag on his workbench and pulled out a solid, polished steel cock ring. With a single, forceful shove, he snapped the cold metal ring tightly around the base of my shaft and balls, locking my erection into a throbbing, agonizing trap. I let out a sharp gasp as an intense, suffocating pressure shot straight to my core. The steel was merciless—I couldn't ejaculate if I begged for it. My pleasure was locked away, firmly under his control.

“Fine. You want in, you’re in.” They went to the armory room in the back of the club. Metal shelves lined with firearms, ammunition, and knives gleamed in the low light. Amy’s fingers skimmed along the collection before she pulled down a polished Colt 1911 and a snub-nosed revolver. Isadora grinned and took her favorites — a black Beretta M1951 and a sawed-off shotgun with a worn leather strap. “You ever notice,” Isadora said as she checked the Beretta’s magazine, “that people like us never really retire?”

he asked nervously. I laughed and pointed the gun at him. “For cheating men. Even if they have a fiancée, they still stare at other women,” I said firmly, playing with the gun in my hand. He took a step back as I stepped towards him. “D-don’t tell me… y-you’re going to shoot me?!” “Oh, well…” I caressed the barrel of the gun and smirked playfully, pointing it at him again. “Yes. It’s to reduce the number of cheaters in the world.”

Lukas screamed while covering his face. He thought he was about to get shot in his head. But when he peeked through his fingers, he saw the Death Row Infantry-man getting his gun knocked out of his hand by his female partner. Lukas watched as the Death Row Infantry-woman knocked the gun out of her partner’s hand before ramming her knife as hard as she could into the man’s torso. The little boy flinched when the Infantry-man dropped to his knees while coughing up blood.

Stretching her walls as I get past the knuckles and my hand is buried deep inside her. “There is my good little slut. How does it feel having my entire hand inside you. God this pussy is amazing.” I tell her as she thrusts back trying to take more. I think I’ve unlocked a new kink for her. “You like this don’t you?” I keep pumping my entire hand in and out of her sweet pussy. Her moans loud as she nods her head with total certainty.

He couldn't walk freely with his gun protruding between his legs. The Spas12 shotgun was loaded and ready to engage and fire. WARNING: Sexual content ahead. He pulled his zipper down, then his black boxer shorts. His crowned glory sprung up. She was still kneeling on the ground, and she flinched as he grabbed her blond hair with brute force. "Suck it," he growled out. His husky voice was evident. She obediently obliged. Without a thought, he thrust inside her little, warm mouth. He quickened the pace, making her eyes tear, and she gagged uncontrollably.

I brushed my fingers through his hair and gripped hold of his dark blonde locks. “Once or twice” I answered with a breathy voice. Gunner's mouth found the spot between my legs, forcing me to gasp in surprise when he ran his tongue along my lips. “Lay down” he commanded. I didn’t hesitate, and with Gunner’s help, I lowered myself to the ground. The brush was soft under my back, and the ground was cool against my heated skin. Gunner shifted his body to move completely between my legs. He pushed open my knees and dived into my waiting slit. I gripped hold of his hair, anchoring his mouth to my pussy, and my sanity to him. Gunner sucked and teased my clit, leaving me a moaning mess, writhing ben