Leather And Kink Novels & Stories

It was a vision of the gods. With a delicacy that I knew was a torture for him, I grabbed his thick and pink cock with both hands, bluntly, without shame, full of greed and desire. My sounds opened and an intelligible sound sounded. It should be some outcry from that burning party that wanted him entirely inside me. Some call of that beast hidden under my skin as a sensible and calm woman. All that savagery that only freed itself between four walls. That only freed itself for Dennis.

Shuddering, I put it down, wondering why and exactly who would buy something like that. “It’s for chastity, Princess.” My eyes drifted towards him, his fingers trailing over the other belt like thing which had a heart cutout at the front and locks at the bottom. He smirked at me and said, “They have one for naughty girls who can’t keep their hands to themselves.” My throat felt dry. Licking my lips, I asked, “W-why would anyone buy it though?” “It’s a kink. Staying in denial after edging and giving the control to their partner.”

She tried it on and immediately told the saleswoman “There is no fucking way I’m going to wear this” She promptly removed the ridiculously confining garment. Sure, she may not be young and very thin, but she wasn’t going to torture herself in this way. She would find something that flattered her figure and was sexy without having to wear actual steel. She may be into kink, but even she had her limits She found a black leather tight low cut dress that just covered her ass and pussy. She wore a black thong, black thigh high stockings and high black heels. She was comfortable and sexy and could draw a breath, since breathing was necessary for a good time

“Good girl. Coming so hard for your owners. Look at these perfect tits bouncing. This soft belly trembling. You were made for us.” Nico pulled out of my mouth and came across my breasts with a groan. Leo took his place between my legs next, his thick cock stretching me even more after Dante. He fucked me slower but deeper, his protection kink showing in every careful yet powerful thrust. “You are safe like this. Full of us. Protected.”

That's when the breath stopping hit came… directly on my cock, I froze, my eyes going wide. I held my breath for a while, the sting settling in and my cock swelling impossibly hard then with a sudden burst of breath I shouted. “Fuck”, back arching painfully. “What was that?” He asked, eyes darker. I couldn't speak not with how much lust hugged every fibre of me. He raised his hand again, our eyes locked as he brought down the leather again on my cock. My neck curved sideways, my veins surely popping. “Yessss” I hissed, whining my waist for more.

"Look, she's rubbing herself. Some women cum with just anal, others like to enhance it with fingers. We'll DP her in a day or two." Black had made no sound but was pounding herself on Red's big cock. She stiffened suddenly and froze. Red hammered her ass as Black came. When Red pulled out, Black collapsed on the bed. Rob let out a soundless moan, gripped Kitten's hips and impaled her as he released into her ass. Kitten began to tremble then arched her back as she came. Rob could feel her sphincter squeezing him hard with her orgasmic waves. After pulling out he looked at Kitten's gaping hole with his cum dripping out of it.

Ropes—coiled black silk, red jute, soft cotton in every thickness, some already knotted in intricate patterns that made my stomach flutter. Whips—short crops with stiff leather tips, long floggers with suede tails that would kiss rather than cut, a braided cat-o’-nine that made my breath catch at the thought of it snapping across my ass. Paddles—wood, leather, one studded with metal that looked cruel and thrilling. Canes—thin rattan that would leave perfect lines. A drawer of metal clamps—shiny alligator jaws with screws to tighten, chains connecting them. Another drawer of small steel balls—ben wa for my cunt, heavier anal plugs graduated in size, one with a flared base and a glittering jew

I moved deeper into the room, pulse racing, body already warming. On a wide display shelf, tools were arranged with almost reverent care. I reached out and touched a soft black flogger, running my fingers through the suede falls. The leather was buttery smooth. My thighs pressed together instinctively as I imagined the sound it would make against skin—against my skin. Next to it were several paddles—wooden, leather, one with heart-shaped cutouts. I picked up a smaller one, testing its weight. A shiver ran down my spine. I set it down carefully and moved on.

taking her arm, he led her into the living room where there were obvious implements of kinky sex already laid out, his voice had just a slight hint of an accent, “My family, we all work together, we own our own business.” “Oh,” she replied weakly as she looked at the set-up in the room. There was a hook in the ceiling from which hung a short rope, on a table there were several different sized whips, a paddle, and a crop, some clamps, rubber bands, a spreader bar with ankle cuffs, one long rope and two shorter ropes. There was also a vibrator that she recognized from Sex and the City, the much-vaunted “Rabbit Pearl,” a bottle of flavored lubricant, and a ball-gag. Brooke had experience with w

Low recessed lighting came on automatically, bathing the space in a soft amber glow. Racks lined the walls. Black leather cuffs, padded and gleaming. Coiled lengths of silk rope in deep crimson. A polished wooden paddle hanging beside a suede flogger whose tails looked soft enough to tease, heavy enough to sting. Vibrators in graduated sizes, sleek glass plugs catching the light, a curved metal bar with leather restraints at each end that made my inner muscles flutter just looking at it. And in the center of the room, a padded black bench with strategically placed rings. My breath caught. My clit throbbed once, hard, like it recognized every single item in here as a promise.