Lesbian Spanking Erotica Novels & Stories

I wiggle again so he slaps me again, a bit harder this time. “You fucking like that don’t you, Petal? You love your ass being spanked like a naughty girl don’t you?” His voice is hoarse, deep, gravelly it’s a damn turn on that is for sure. I nod. I’ve never been spanked before during sex, it’s something I always thought was a bit out there, kinky a bit you know, perverse but his hand contacting my ass and the slapping noise, leaving a sting where he has been, it turns me on. My nipples feel as if they want to be bitten and sucked. I take one hand from underneath supporting me and begin to play with my nipples, squeezing them hard, rolling the beads between my thumb and forefinger as he inche

I rubbed her asš gently before lifting my hand and delivering the first spanking, making her bite her bottom lip and grip the arm rest tightly. My grip on her hair tightened as I pressed my lips to her ear. “You didn’t count so that one won’t be considered part of the ten.” I told her, making her whimper. I spanked her hard again, forcing her to screām ‘one’. “That’s more like it.” I whispered in her ear, caressing her asš cheek with the hand that delivered the blow. “I love making you screām.” I stopped caressing her asš to smack the same red cheek again. “Two.” She panted as her legs trembled before screāming ‘three’ with the next smack.

She is crazy, she is perfect and she is mine! — It's called spankings, magissa mou and you have earned them for being so perverse. - I spank her hard. Once. She groans. I caress her other buttock and spank her again. Twice. I feel her inner muscles tense. She's about to explode. I caress the skin of her sacral spine and give her the strongest spank of all, right in the middle of her buttocks. Yolie: I come. Moaning shamelessly. I don't care if someone hears me. I don't care if someone sees me. I only care about Alex and coming with him inside me. I gasp, out of breath for a few minutes.

“Or I could fuck you right here, while Kane watches.” The vibrations got stronger, and I thrust my hips forward, seeking more of his touch. His grip on my ass tightened, and I let out a moan. Kane had turned the vibrations as high as they’d go, making me squeeze my eyes closed. Fireworks painting the backs of my eyelids as I came. “I think you need a spanking.” Kane growled, coming up behind me. His hand moving to my other ass cheek, giving it a rough squeeze before he swatted me. “What do you think, Dom?”

I cried out, the sound turning into a moan as he kneaded the stinging flesh roughly. “Say it properly.” “I’m a filthy slut,” I whimpered, pushing my ass back toward him like a bitch in heat. My nipples scraped against the hood through my tank top, rock hard and aching. Tears of overwhelmed lust pricked my eyes. The spanking continued—five, six, seven hard smacks alternating between cheeks until my ass burned crimson and my thighs were slick with arousal running down them. Each slap sent jolts straight to my clit. I was grinding against the hood now, humping it shamelessly.

As soon as she lets out a muffled scream and starts to cum, I bring my hand down on her ass hard, spanking her as she cums and I join her, shooting my load all over her ass and pussy. As soon as she feels the hot braids of my cum hit her, she screams my name again and rocks her hips even faster, so fucking greedy for every bit of pleasure she can get. I keep spanking her ass, turning both her cheeks a fire red until I’m sated in more ways than one and we’re both panting and trying to catch our breath.

I pushed back, needy and shameless. He didn’t make me wait. He thrust in deep with one powerful stroke, stretching me open, filling me so completely I cried out. The angle was perfect brutal and deep. He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and fucked me with relentless, punishing strokes that slapped skin against skin and made my breasts bounce against the leather. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groaned. “Even scared, you’re soaked for me.” One hand fisted in my hair, arching my back as he drove deeper. The other reached around to circle my clit with ruthless precision.

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

“Harder—yes, fuck me harder! Your cock is so big—stretching me so good it burns—spank me again—claim this ass—oh fuck, right there, rub my clit faster—I’m gonna come again—don’t stop—” I spanked her harder, alternating cheeks until both were glowing red and hot under my palm, the sharp sound cracking across the lake. My cock dragged over her G-spot with every brutal stroke. Sweat ran down my chest and dripped onto her back. Her juices dripped down my balls and thighs. Dirty talk poured out of me unbroken, rough and low:

She hissed in a breath, But, she wanted more. As the sting morphed into a prickling heat, she had to bite back a moan. “My lovely Lana wants this.” Could he see how wet she was getting? She cried out at another sharp crack. He was spanking her, and it was a pleasure. When she raised her ass for more, she could feel her flaring lips opening for his gaze, her clitoris bulging against the fly of his pants.