Lesbian Spanking Erotica Novels & Stories

Hot ropes lash across my face, my tongue, my tits—thick, endless, marking every inch of me. I moan, licking what I can reach, rubbing it into my skin like lotion. He’s still hard. “Ride me,” he demands, dropping to the creeper board and pulling me on top. I straddle him reverse, sink down slow, and start bouncing like my life depends on it—ass slapping his thighs, tits flying, head thrown back. “That’s it,” he groans, spanking me in rhythm. “Ride that dick like you’re paying rent on it.”

This wasn’t sweet. This was madness. He fucked her harder than ever, slamming into her until the couch scraped the floor. Her ass rippled with every hit. Her moans turned to cries. And still, she didn’t want him to stop. “You feel that?” he hissed in her ear. “That’s me ruining you.” He spanked her mid-thrust, then again, harder. Her pussy clenched so tight around him he almost lost it. But he didn’t. He grabbed her hair and dragged her to the floor, flipping her onto her back and pinning her wrists.

“This is what you needed, isn’t it? My cock inside you while you’re still soaked from class.” “Yes… fuck me harder,” she moaned. Her breasts pressed against the desk through her shirt. Her nipples were rock hard and sensitive. Professor Kane reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he pounded into her. The dual stimulation pushed her toward another orgasm quickly. Her legs shook harder. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy filled the room.

Lavi’s hand came down hard on my ass a sharp, stinging spank that made me gasp and clench around him. “That’s it, baby,” he rasped, spanking the other cheek even harder. “Take this cock. You wanted it rough, didn’t you?” “Yes… yes!” I cried out, pushing back against him, desperate for more. He started pounding me mercilessly, hips moving like a piston. The spanking continued loud cracks echoing as his palm connected with my soft flesh again and again, turning my ass red and hot. Each spank sent fresh sparks of pleasure straight to my clit. I was seeing stars now. Bright white flashes every time his thick cock slammed into my womb. My moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure, my whole body j

His rough hand cupped my pussy from behind, two thick fingers sliding between my lips and pushing inside me without warning. “Nice and tight,” he said, voice low and gravelly. “But sloppy already. Marco’s cum still inside you?” “Yes, Don,” I whispered. He chuckled darkly and slapped my ass hard. The sting made me jump. “Good. I like my whores pre-lubricated.” He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the couch. He sat down and pulled me across his lap face down, ass up. Without any warm-up he started spanking me — hard, heavy slaps that echoed through the room. My ass cheeks turned bright red in seconds.

Swearing deeply that he would f*ck this lady hard, he turned her around and spanked her *ss, periodically spreading her butt–cheeks to expose her sl*t from behind. Feeling his hard d*ck pressing on her butt, she wriggled again to slid it inside her c*nt, but he backed away and slapped her *ss once more. Seeing him provoked cheered her up. Despite being hurt, the mixture of lust and pain kept her wanting more of his spanking. With that, she dropped her chest to the couch, raised her *ss before shaking it with excitement. Unable to control the contraction within her walls, upon touching her lips from behind, she squirted on his trousers.

Then I started pounding into hеr tight аѕѕ with ѕmооth hard strokes, the erotic sounds of skin meeting skin echoed in the room as I shoved my dick into her tight hole repeatedly. "Fuck, Selena. What a lying lesbian slut you are. You fucking can't stay away from pussy, can you?" I asked as I jerked my hips back and forth. With every powerful thrust I deliver, she response with breathless moan, her ass muscles gripping my dick so hard that I almost blow my load. "I bet you could eat four to five girls at one time. Don't worry baby, I asked Ellen to arrange an all girls lesbian fucking fest for you where you can eat pussy until your heart content," I said, spanking her ass cheeks.

I said. I ran my fingers over her slit and felt how wet she was. I groaned as I slid two fingers inside her and felt her moist heat. She moaned as she pushed back against my hand. I started moving my hand as fast as I could. With my speed, it was almost like I was using a vibrator on her. “If I didn’t know any better, Dominique, I would think you rather enjoyed your spanking. Did you enjoy it?” “Y-yes,” she stammered.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

Tears keep streaming down my face, but my pussy will not stop gushing. My body still twitches from the last climax when Mr. Voss tugs the leash on my collar and pulls me off the spanking bench. My wrists remain cuffed behind my back, my ass burns hot and red from his steady spanking, and my pussy stays a complete mess with Liam’s cum still leaking out in slow, thick trails down my thighs. He gives me no time to steady myself. “On your knees,” he says, voice low and full of dark satisfaction.