Open Mouth Gag Novels & Stories

His arm slides possessively under my stomach, pulling me closer, his cock buried deep, fucking me through the waves of my orgasm, relentless in his need to claim me. “Open,” he demands suddenly, his fingers gripping my chin roughly, forcing my mouth open. I gasp, my chest heaving, and he spits in my mouth, the hot, bitter taste of him overwhelming me. I swallow, unable to stop myself, my body still trembling beneath his unyielding thrusts. His pace doesn’t slow. He fucks me harder, deeper, his cock stretching me wide, making me take every inch of him. “Gag on it,” he orders, the edge in his voice unmistakable, a command that sends a shiver through me.

I winced. He commands me with just one word, “Open.” And I was obliged to open my mouth to let his savory tip inside. “Hmm.” he grunts in satisfaction. I bob my head guided by his hands, swallowing him inch by inch until his full erection hits the back of my throat. I gag on reflexes, making him lose the hold on my head a little. “Hands behind your back. I want only your mouth doing all the work.”

I felt my mouth water around the silicone, and my dick twitched. He guided the head to my lips and pressed against the gag. My hands gripped my thighs, and my nails dug into the denim. I stared up at him with tears streaming down my cheeks as he held himself there, just at my mouth, letting me feel what I couldn't have. “Beg,” he whispered. I couldn't because of the damned gag. He didn't seem to need my vocal words before he pressed forward without waiting. His cock breached the silicone barrier. It pushed past the gag and filled my mouth inch by inch. My throat convulsed around the intrusion, trying to close and to reject what my body had already accepted.

“Open your mouth.” He pulls out, leaving my mouth bare and wide. It suddenly feels strange to have a mouth without his cock in it. My jaw is oddly heavy. Still, I obey, parting my mouth wider for him to see how much I’ve stretched. Unexpectedly, he spits inside my mouth! The cold nasty saliva slams against my mouth, forming a filthy bubble gum on my tongue! Oh. My. God! I'm freaking out. I want to puke… Gag… just anything to get rid of his shit that’s slowly spreading in my mouth!

“I see you have no better use for your mouth.” Mare opened her mouth but before she could suck in enough air, he parted his robe and in a flash jammed his thick cock into her mouth. She choked, her eyes bulging at the intrusion. She couldn’t breathe as with sudden force he pulled out and rammed in again. Her throat stretched pressing even more painfully against the collar. Her eyes watered and tears rolled down her cheeks and she could do nothing to stop them just as she couldn’t do anything to stop the gagging that racked her body as his cock nudged the back of her throat over and over again.

“You were gagging on my cock like my good princess.” He rocks his hips up, wordlessly telling me what he wants. I take him back in my mouth, moving tentatively up and down his shaft. His hand tightens in my hair, stopping my movements. He abruptly stands, the chair banging to the floor behind him. I’m startled by his sudden movement, and I barely have time to catch my breath when he thrusts into my mouth, going deeper than before. I gag. His eyes flash with heat every time he pushes past my gag reflex. My eyes water in response but I love it.

"Wider," I close my eyes and open my mouth as wide as I can. Something cold touches the corners of my mouth, and something hard is in my mouth. I rub my tongue against it, but I can't move my tongue; this hard thing has my tongue pressed down. I try to spit it out, but it won't budge. I try to speak, but this thing won't let me. "It's called a ball gag," Did he just say ball gag? I move my hand to my mouth, trail over this thing, and try to pull it out.

My hand trails along her jaw. “Open it now witch.” She shakes her head at me. “If you don’t open it, I will be forced to use something to keep it open, a gag witch, one that will keep your mouth wide while I can still fuck you in it.” Her body shakes slightly her legs pushing together. That is her refusing, pulling her back up by her hair she screams, my hand pushing her against the cupboard, yet another thud, as my hand holds her there. I look through my box finding the gag.

I nodded, smiling as I licked up his shaft, looking into his eyes for his reaction. “Oh, that feels good,” he breathed, his knees weakening. I opened my mouth wide and took him in, but my teeth accidentally scraped the sides of his shaft. “No teeth, baby girl,” he breathed. “Suck and lick.” I nodded, moving my hand up and down the base of his length as I sucked. “Open your throat to take me in as far as you can without gagging.” He pushed in farther, but I gagged. “Close your thumb in your left hand, like I told you. It’ll keep you from gagging.”

"Open your mouth. Don't use your hands." I put my hands behind my back. Open. He feeds me his cock – slow, inch by inch, letting my mouth adjust to the girth. He tastes clean, salty at the tip, and when he hits the back of my throat I gag and spit floods and he holds my head still and pushes deeper. "Breathe through your nose. Take it." I relax. His cock slides past my gag reflex into my throat and I swallow around him and his composure cracks – a groan, low, barely contained. His hand cupping the back of my head, not pushing, just holding while my throat spasms around his cock.