Pet Play Erotica Novels & Stories

Her walls clenched around the silicone, greedy and wet. Elena began to ride it, rocking back onto the toy with increasing urgency. One hand braced on the headboard, the other rubbing her clit in frantic circles. She imagined Victor behind her, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, slamming into her with the ruthless possession he’d described in every journal entry. “Fuck me,” she gasped aloud. “Victor… please…” The fantasy crested. Her thighs shook. The pressure built like a tidal wave until it finally broke. She came hard, crying out as her pussy spasmed around the thick toy, juices dripping down her thighs onto the sheets. Wave after wave rolled through her, leaving her trembling and br

Hence, the police had not been able to get rid of them completely. Thomas had never given that website much thought, but when he saw the flower tattoo on Pete’s arm, he immediately had a bad feeling. If his assumption was correct, Pete might be related to that overseas pornography website. Then, this photography studio was most probably a wolf in sheep's clothing. It looked like they were taking photos of women, but they might be secretly playing tricks. While Thomas contemplated, Pete led the ladies in choosing their clothes. Pete picked out a pink princess dress for Emma. “Miss, I think you can try dresses in this style. Maybe it will bring you a new experience.”

Domica logged in. Her inbox was still full. But one request caught her eye. Client ID: PetalX Session: Private Request: “Please, Mistress. Let me be pretty for you tonight. Use me how you like.” Gender: F Experience Level: Submissive. Oral. Edge-trained. Good at staying still. Needs to feel beautiful.” Domica’s lips curled slowly. She selected “Accept.” The screen split open to reveal a woman on her knees. Young, maybe twenty-five, with cinnamon-brown skin and breasts she clearly wanted noticed. Her nipples were pierced—silver rings gleaming under a soft mesh bralette. She wore nothing else but black lipstick and a velvet ribbon tied in a bow around her throat.

I yelled, my hands raging, trying to break the restrictions. “Don’t worry, doll, you don’t have to feel it anymore.” His voice was mocking, and I shivered.There was one more toy left in that drawer, and it was the only one I still hadn’t used. The remote egg vibrator. I shuddered, excitement buzzing through me.“Now what should we do?” His fingers trailed my skin from the side of my breasts to the side of my hips. Slowly and teasingly. “Do you have any ideas, doll?”I wanted to scream at him, to beg, to plead. But I just kept my mouth shut and swallowed all the words.A slap ended on my pussy and I cried out. I tried to close my legs, but I still couldn’t move them.“Please.”“

Burying his face on my boobs and trailing hard kisses on them, he snakes his hands to my butt and cups them too, before rolling his weight off me, takes my panties off, raises my knees up, nudges my thighs apart and positions his face in front of my vagina. "So beautiful," Pete murmured kissing the tip of her vagina, and fixed his dark lust clad gaze on Beth again. While she just laid on the bed, not moving or breathing, just staring at Pete as he stared right back at her down her vagina. Beth took a sharp intake of breath. His eyes were so dark and stormy that it was impossible not to get lost in them. With shame and embarrassment heating up her cheeks and surging through her, Beth attempte

His touch was all I needed. My hungry hole ached for more. My fingers were not filling me enough. I let out a low growl before withdrawing my hands. Fuck Daniel, I sighed. Before my hands were enough. The images of my men from erotica were enough. Now nothing felt good enough. I sat up and opened the drawer beside my bed. My eyes fell on a vibrator—black, thick, and long. My fingers curled around it before taking it out. I leaned back into the mattress, bending my knees and parting my legs.

ARIA The collar felt heavier than it looked. Thick black leather, discreet enough to pass as edgy fashion during the day but with a small silver ring in front where Vesper clipped the leash. I stood in their warehouse again the next afternoon, heart hammering so hard I could taste it. A small remote-controlled egg vibrator buzzed low inside my pussy on the lowest setting—just enough to keep me wet and aching. No panties under the short sundress. The hem barely covered my ass.

The screens showed live feeds of other rooms, and other people. A couple in one room was fucking on a table, the woman bent over while two men took turns. In another, a woman was tied spread-eagle, a man teasing her with a vibrator while she begged. Clara’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs. She was instantly wet. Julian sat on the couch and pulled her onto his lap, her back to his chest. His hand slid under her skirt, fingers pushing her soaked panties aside. “Watch them,” he said against her ear.

Excitement flooded me. “No,” he said. “Stay right where you are.” He set some of the ropes in the small of my back as if I were a table. He ran his hand up my thigh and felt me up. I was wet. He caressed my ass. “You know how I like this cute butt of yours…and I know how you like it doggie-style. Just spread your legs for me. Now.” My eyes fluttered closed and a hot, soft, aroused sound escaped from my lips. That sort of thing was all that Peter had to say to make me lose control, and he knew it.

"Pound me like you did Emma. Make it hurt so good!" Emma watched from the desk, her legs spread wide and tied down, her pussy dripping even more. "Daddy, please," she begged, her submissive tone soft but desperate. "Fuck me harder and faster too. I need your cock stretching my tight pussy again. Don't leave me empty." I pulled out of Lila's soaked cunt with a wet pop and stepped forward to slam straight into Emma's tight hole. Her virgin walls clamped around me as I thrust hard and fast, my balls slapping her ass. Emma moaned loud, her tied body jerking on the desk.