Nipple Slips Novels & Stories

She never did anything like this but the alcohol gave her such a boost of courage that it was hard to think for a second. “You will.” Not a request but an order. Nate reached behind her to unhook the clasp of her bra. Sliding his fingers beneath the loose piece of clothing he slid his fingers gently on her soft skin until his fingers were resting beneath the rise of her breasts. Holding her gaze, he slid his hands up again and dropped the straps down her shoulders. Her dark nipples came into view. His eyes fixed on them a moment before he held her gaze again, leaned forward, and tugged her right nipple into his mouth.

Chapter 1: Leaking Nípples I sat alone in the dim office. The clock showed past ten and papers spread across my desk. My bréasts ached heavy, full, straining against the thin blouse. Damp patches darkened the fabric over both nípples. Milk leaked steadily. Warm trickles slid down my skin. I shifted in the chair. Thighs pressed together. Heat pooled low in my belly. I felt hórny and desperate. Work kept me late again and no one else stayed.

Now there's only the thin slip dress left. Indra's nipples are hard and swollen under the thin fabric, and she closes her hands into fists to prevent them from trembling. It takes her entire willpower not to cross her arms over her breasts in a ridiculously innocent gesture. Instead, she stands with her hands firmly by her sides, nervously licking her dry lips and swallowing repeatedly before letting her gaze meet his.

Nipple clamps with a connecting chain. Craig cups my left breast. His palm is so warm that the temperature contrast makes my nipple tighten painfully. He rolls the peak between his thumb and forefinger, slow, escalating pressure, and the sensation streaks down to my clit like electricity. “Ahh, yes, yes, Daddy—” He lowers his mouth. Sucks my nipple in, hot, wet, tongue circling the stiff peak, teeth grazing, and the suction pulls blood to the surface, engorging the nipple until it throbs. He releases it with a pop and immediately closes the clamp.

"My tongue." While they washed the areas to receive the piercings, Monique made me use the Listerine mouthwash once more. My slave's nipples were naturally erect and pouty, but they were still teased to tautness and blood infused fullness as the contraption was adjusted for her breasts and nipples. After washing them again, it was locked into place and I began giving my slave an orgasm. She couldn't wriggle and squirm, being bound so tightly to the chair, but her moans were music as her release grew closer. At the first sign of her orgasm, Monique pulled the trigger and both nipples were perforated with a wide gauge needle. The device was removed, both breasts washed again and her two jewele

Fuck! My fingers were skimming the edge of her bra but I wanted more. I slid my hand behind her back and heard her gasp when the clasp popped open and I flung the skimpy fabric away. I wasted no time pulling one perfect nipple into my mouth while I pinched a rolled the other between my fingers.

Her tits spilled free, heavy and full, her nipples dark and tight. “Beautiful,” I muttered. I circled the ice around one nipple in slow spirals, never quite touching the peak. She whimpered, her hips jerking forward uselessly against the chains. “Stay still.” She bit her lip as she tried. I pressed the cube flat against the underside of her breast, dragged it upward until it finally grazed the areola. Then I flicked it across the nipple once and hard. “Mmmm… oh my god…” She cried out.

While I continue to kiss, suck and nip at her neck and shoulder, I use my fingers to carefully slide the edge of my shirt out of the way allowing me better access to her shoulder before slipping my fingers along the edge down to the first button. I expertly pop the first button then follow the edge doing the same to the next and the next until I get to the last one, once it slides out of its hole I slightly shift my fingers moving the material of my shirt allowing me to slide my hand onto her bare skin. As I slide my hand up, my shirt slowly slips from covering her body, I skim my lips down from her shoulder meeting my hand as it cups her breast, allowing me to cover and suck it into my mout

slippery, it seemed not needing much more than a few touches from him to be ready to be taken. Opening the buttons of her own flannel shirt and pulling her bra down, Charlie leaned towards him, leaving her bare breasts hanging at the level of his face. And he, already seeming totally possessed by the frenzy of being together like this, began to lick and suck on her aching nipples, giving her yet another stimulus to lose her mind as his thrusts became longer and deeper, stretching her pussy like that. pleasurable way that took her breath away.

My hands cover my breasts when he lets go of the chain and I wince when my fingers brush my areola, if we keep up with this, my nipples might fall off. Rubbing my legs against each other, I moan and nod when he asks me to hop on the table, getting into his demanded position. On my knees with my butt in the air, my stomach resting on the hard surface and my legs hanging from the table. He cuffs my hands to the poles sticking out from each end of the table and I shiver in anticipation. My eyes widen when he connects the nipple-vagina chains to a lock I never noticed and I am forced to keep my head straight with my legs spread apart because any slight movement might cause a pull on the clips. I