Lesbian Spanking Erotica Novels & Stories

Chapter 7 “Fuck yes, take it. You need my cock don't you?” I spank her ass and she cried out losing control and chasing her release while I palmed her breast and ass. “She's fucking going to come for us Cassian, look at how she rides him like a slut.” Elias cursed and chased his release too, the only one not touching himself was Cassian who was hard as rock and I held her, spanking her, thrusting and rubbing her hard.

Malcolm’s laughter was low and menacing as he worked her closer to the edge. “Who do you belong to, baby girl?” he demanded, his fingers working mercilessly. “You,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I belong to you, Daddy.” Malcolm’s smile was triumphant, possessive. “That’s right,” he whispered darkly. “And don’t you fucking forget it," he said spanking her hard as he continue to play with her clit, until she came on his finger again. "I am sure I have convinced you in so many ways that even a lesbian can be fucked by my cock,"

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit lesbian sexual content, detailed descriptions of arousal and manual stimulation, discussions of watersports/urophilia, BDSM themes (domination/submission), graphic language, and taboo sexual fantasies. CHAPTER ONE Isabella studied her reflection in the rearview mirror as she pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail. She frowned.

He asked again, giving her right cheek a soft firm squeeze and a soft moan left her lips. "I'll take that as a yes," he smirked, spanking her once more. With each spank, she became more and more enthralled. His hand softly caressed, squeezed, and massaged her buttocks before spanking her again. As he continued to caress and spank her, she felt her core moisten. His hand moved around her buttocks and inner thighs, never touching the area where she began to yawn. He could smell and feel how wet she was, but he decided to ignore it. She could feel his member hardening slowly beneath her stomach, and she would occasionally move, rubbing him. His hand landed on her cheeks, which twirled, and the

"You're never going to be anything but disobedient. You will always need stern punishment and hard fucking." The vision of her draped over my lap, her reddened bottom on display for all the world to see as I spanked her, discipling the disobedient woman was almost too much. My balls swelled, screaming for relief. I could almost feel the sting in my hand from the intensity of her spanking, one hard smack coming after the other in rapid succession. I could see the way her face twisted in a combination of pleasure and pain as he body wiggled, trying desperately to keep her position.

she gasped, throwing her head when I ran my index finger over her ass hole. "That felt so good. Please..." I cut her off with another smack. "I was about to give what belonged to daddy to a dildo" she cried out. "Hmm, you do know what you did now. So are you sorry? Or are you not sorry, yet?" Lisa turned her head to look at me and with the sexiest look in her eyes, she replied. "I don't think I am sorry yet" "You definitely are not!" I gritted and began spanking her hard and repeatedly.

He stood there dripping wet, droplets racing down the hard lines of his chest, sliding into the grooves of his abs and leading down to his hard, ruddy cock that jutted out between his legs. And he loomed over me like a dark lord, all bruised and big and so tempting that my pussy clenched and, of course, Jeremiah noticed as he shallowly started to thrust his fingers inside me again, continuing his slow torture. “You don’t get to come. Not yet.” Lachlan pulled down at my bottom lip and said, “This is a punishment, remember?” “But—” My husband spanked me again, silencing me. I closed my eyes, my thighs clenching.

Pushing my hand into the cupboard, I pick out my hairbrush and pulling her over my knees, she doesn't expect the blows I start landing on her butt. London cries out softly, and I stop. "When do I stop?" I ask her gently, but my voice comes out in a harsh way. "When... You fuck offf," she states and I spank her six times, sharing the blows on each butt. "Wrong anger, try again," I warn and pushing my finger on her clit, I rub it fiercely. London cries out softly, rubbing her pussy on my thigh. This time, I let her have small respite before I call her out on it, spanking her some more.

Suddenly, I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back while spanking her pussy harshly. With a final, extremely hard spank, I positioned myself behind her without hesitation. I aligned my thick, hard cock with her swollen, spanked pussy and, without warning, thrust deep inside her in one smooth motion. She screamed loudly, her pussy stretching to accommodate my large size. And holy fuck. I bottomed out inside her, my balls slapping against her clit. She was soaking wet and tight, her pucky squelching around my length as I held still, allowing her to feel every inch of me.

I alternated—ice and mouth, cold and hot—until she was writhing, moaning beautifully for me. Then came the spanking. I released her ankles temporarily, flipped her onto her stomach with wrists still bound above her, and propped a pillow under her hips. Her ass was raised perfectly. I started soft warm up strokes of my palm over her cheeks, rubbing the skin until it glowed. Then harder. Sharp, resounding smacks that made her gasp and moan. I alternated cheeks, occasionally dipping my fingers between her thighs to find her soaked. “You’re dripping down your thighs,” I growled, spanking her again, harder. “Such a dirty wife.” I whispered with every brutal slow thrust. Somehow this felt even mor