Novel & Cerita Mature Submissive Women

Although not enough to convince me she'd be into that sort of thing for real. On the Literotica site she predominantly read submissive women stories which included a wide range from gangbang, interracial, lesbian, illustrated and incest. Stories like: 'Backseat Mommy', 'What Mom Doesn't Know Fucks Her', 'Pet Mommy' and 'Mommy Slut'. In most of those, the mother was submissive to her son. Not going to lie, I almost burst right then and there. I pulled out my cock and stroked it as I read the entire "Mom-Son" series.

"Tonight, they all get to use your wife. You're going to serve us stark naked, you fluff them, clean creampies and do whatever they want." “Yes mistress, it's my pleasure to serve my masters.” Mark bowed, stripping of the fancy clothes Cindy had allow her wear early. Cindy grinned and the gangbang started, It was a gangbang for the ages, Cindy took them one after another, then in groups. Double vaginal, double anal, triple penetration. She was covered in cum, inside and out, they pissed on her in the shower while she laughed and opened her mouth. Mark was their servant….fetching water, towels, lube. He held her legs open, he ate cum from her asshole while another man fucked her pussy. They m

I did it again, slower, watching her react. “Sensitive?” I asked. “Very.” I sat up enough to take one nipple into my mouth. She arched into me with a soft moan. I sucked gently, then harder, swirling my tongue around the tight peak while my hand worked the other side. Her hips rolled against mine. The friction made my own clit throb. Maya pushed me back down and kissed a path down my throat, across my collarbone, lower. She spent long minutes on my breasts, licking and sucking until I was squirming. Then she kept going, trailing open-mouthed kisses down my stomach.

I look at the time on my watch, and realize how late it is; a quarter to seven. "Yes, yes, of course, you can always leave at your usual time," I explain, closing the laptop. He nods and leaves the place, and I stare at how incredible life is: the manager is a woman raised in an orphanage, a woman who was raised by nuns, and it's not that this is something out of this world, but that she exudes sexuality, sex, desire, and I can even swear that she's not a virgin. What if it is? Most of these women don't have sex, or they're lesbians. I shake my head, and get ready to grab my things. First time in my life that I stay so late in the office, and more to check the data of an unknown person, but

He was having it off with these girls in the dining room no less, even though there were many rooms in this house where he could engage in his sexcapades. My chest heaved in impotent anger as I glared at the women. Their hands roved over every inch of his body. I thought how very simple it would be for me to break those fragile looking arms. Killing them all would take less than a minute. The ladies all looked soft and not groomed to fight. Their skin was flawless without scars or blemishes to mar their perfection. I was willing to bet that none of them had ever trained or wielded a knife before. They looked like the kind of girls who were brought up in an Alpha's house, raised and groomed

“Everyone watching while I devour this sweet cunt.” I moaned, rocking against his hand. The visual combined with his skilled fingers had me dripping. Through the glass, the woman came hard, shaking in her bonds. Her Dom stood, freed his cock, and thrust into her in one powerful stroke. The raw fucking that followed—her bound body jolting with each impact—made me clench around Damien’s fingers. He added a third finger, stretching me. “You’re soaked. Does watching turn you on, little submissive?” “Yes, Sir,” I gasped. My hips moved shamelessly, chasing the pleasure. He pinched my nipple through the lace, rolling it sharply. The mix of sensations—his fingers fucking me, the erotic display befor

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.

The Dom nodded to Ben so he tipped his head in return. There was a heavy set woman dressed completely in black leather who had another slimmer woman wearing minimal leather garments and a leash. Their blue and red rings were evident. Ben caught the cruel smile on the Dom's face as she yanked her sub closer to pinch the woman's nipple. The slim woman squealed and whimpered but the way she bit her lip afterwards gave away her true feelings.

A loud, visible gulp leaves her throat, her ass muscles squeezing on their own against my palms at my deduction. "Talk to me, Anor. Let me hear it." God, I want to hear her voice; I need to listen to her clearly state what her body craves. And I realize something profound as I wait for her to speak: I have never had a one-on-one, intimate conversation about what a submissive actually likes. In the past, women just signed a cold legal document, listed out their hard limits, and that was it. I never questioned what a woman truly desired, not even Montana:she had told me she had no hard limits, which turned out to be a blatant lie. Everything I did, she secretly detested.

She began— “I’m willing to help but with difficult conditions. If I take you in and shield you, if I’m going to protect you from Matteo, you will not be my equal. You can never be my husband or partner again. You will be my submissive. You know I’m craving for a BDSM male sub. I think you will be the best choice. You will be like my domestic servant. A property in and out of my bedroom.” The message was clear. “You want freedom from them? You give yourself to me.”