Nipple Rings Black Novels & Stories

he announced opening his palm for the rings, I’d almost forgotten I had it, so I handed them over. My nipples were sensitive and protruding. He took the first one and slid it into the hoop, it felt cool against my skin and I jerked a little, his eyes held mine as he felt the dusky pink skin around my areola. I looked at my breast when he pulled back. “How is that?” “Cool, sensitive?” I wasn’t sure what to say. My boob looked strange with a with looked like a ruby earring hanging from it. The tip of my breast felt sensitive but that was probably from his mouth and fingers.

There, he fastened the pink cuffs around her wrists, leaving her hands in front of her. He went to the bedside table and returned with something in his hands. "These are nipple clamps." He showed her the small silver clips. "I have them set very light. Try it." He took her hand and placed the clamp on her pinky finger. "See, it's not tight. Just enough to give you a little pinching sensation."

Without letting go of my hair he pulls down my dress and bra, exposing my breasts. Slowly the claw runs down my skin, down over my breast and his eyes, now almost luminous green follows it. It feels cold as ice when it touches my nipple. I look at it feeling panic inside, but unable to move as the ring slides around the dark rosette. I expect him to cut me any second, but instead he catches my nipple between his fingers, pulling slightly as he leans in to kiss my neck.

They looked at several different outfits and then she went around the corner and saw what she wanted. The pink bra had open cups with a strip of lace that ran down the center and would cover the nipples. The lace was thin enough to be held in place by her current nipple rings of silver horseshoes with pink gemstones. The G-string panties were essentially crotchless with an open triangle that come together behind the lips and connected to the waist band with a small silver chain at the back.

My breasts have purple blotches, my nipples ache and they have teeth marks; my sex is sensitive and dark pink, while my thighs have his handprints, not to mention the marks on my wrist. "Are you...is it a medical condition?" I ask; when I try to cross my hands on my chest, I wince and drop them to my side. Shit…it feels like I have an electric current running through my body through my nipples. Unfortunately, all he does is yawn at my question as if asking, 'Do you have to be this noisy in the morning.' "Christopher!" I call when his expression persists. "It happens sometimes." He answers. Sometimes? Why does now have to be one of those ‘sometimes’?

She spent ten full minutes on the tits alone, kneading the heavy flesh until they gleamed, pinching the fat nipples until they stood out dark and stiff, longer than pencil erasers. A thin trail of milk leaked steadily now, running down the underside of each breast and dripping off the tips in slow, rhythmic drops. Drip. Drip. Drip. Every drop that hit the hardwood floor made Nina’s cunt throb. Rita dressed her in the harness. Thin black leather straps that looked almost like lingerie, but weren’t. One band circled under her tits and lifted them high, forcing the heavy globes to jut forward obscenely. Another strap ran between her legs, splitting her swollen lips and nestling right against he

Before I could question him about anything else, he went back to the cutting board and began to chop up some vegetables. In the silence, I ran my eyes over his lean, sinewy chest gobbling it up like I had his back and finding not a single thing wanting on either side. His skin was lightly tanned and smooth with only a small dash of hair on it. But it was his nipple rings that made my mouth go dry as I imagined how the cold hard metal would feel against my tongue or even running my fingers over it. I took a quick sip of coffee to put moisture back into my dry mouth. Unfortunately, instead of feeling relief, the distraction came from having a burning mouth after forgetting that the liquid in m

Linda picked out the same for her labia, keeping us bonded. We went back to the private rooms and took off our tops and shorts again, completely naked now. Except for Linda, who stayed clothed to hold my hand and talk me through it, she's such a good friend in these wild moments. I had my nipples pierced first, the needle going through quickly and sharply. I was surprised it only hurt a little, a quick pinch followed by a throb. They seemed so sensitive when guys bit them or sucked too hard during sex, but this was totally OK, manageable. My nipples got hard instantly with the new rings dangling from them, looking erotic as fuck.

I still need to show him whose boss. I grab a mini string and wrap it on his penis and testicles. His balls are a few spaces apart after wrapping the rope. His big cock is holding the rope together. Then, I grab a 228M blackline triple chain nipple jewelry clamps. I put on his nipples, so that I can pull and twist them for some nipple play. The last thing I grab is a black and white leather whip. Moving my bag to the side. I unzip my mask, so that he can see my gorgeous face. I unzip the outfit, so that my bra and thong are exposed. Putting the outfit to the side as well.

Taking a small black plastic bag from the inside compartment, he pulled a dangling silver chain with what looked like hot pink rings on either end. “These will keep you moaning up top, while I work your slick pussy until you scream for me.” He shed his clothes and then slipped between her knees again. Yanking her top from her shoulders, he fastened each of the rings over her stiff nipples. He tested the chain, engaging the clasps. Becca hissed, dragging a breath through her teeth at the rough, tingly feel. “Take the chain, Bec. The harder you pull, the tighter they get. Work your nips, babe, while I work the rest.”