Piss Kink Novels & Stories

He held me by my hair. “Opened your mouth” I obeyed him and he spat inside of my mouth and for some reason I found it extremely sexy. “Swallow” his voice was stern and I swallowed without a se on thought. I opened my mouth to show him that I had obeyed him. “Good girl” Holy goddess I just had a new kink unlocked today that is for sure. “On your knees” I fell to the ground and opened up my mouth. “Fucking hell” with a grunt Darrius or was it Leo… I don’t think I could even care at this point. He rereleased his thick red cock from his trousers and it was red and angry, leaking with precum.

"Tell me, do you like being choked, Maria?" Well shit. Unknowingly I clenched my thighs together and moaned. He smirked at my action, and I was red in embarrassment. What the fuck was that!? "There is nothing to be shy about. No one should be embarrassed by their kinks." He held my chin, making me look at him, still smirking. That was a kink? Which one? He caught up to my confusion. "Fuck! How innocent are you?" He asked while his hands go through my hair.

“I like the idea of combining pain with pleasure. That’s my kink.” “Kink?” I repeated, my brow furrowing. That’s when he finally turned to me, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “You see, a kink is a sexual desire,” he began explaining, and I almost rolled my eyes. “But not the normal kind. It’s the shit that gets you off harder because it’s taboo or because it feels—” “I know what a kink is,” I cut in. “Oh.” He paused, his grin widening. “So what’s yours?”

It hit the hard floor with a thud, but we ignored it. Mark’s lips started a line of warm kisses from my knee towards my most sensitive place, and I just watched him impatiently. He stopped and gently spread my legs to stand between them. “Do you want my next kiss to be...here?” He teased me, sliding his pointer finger from my knee and down to my core. I gasped with closing my eyes when he reached my clit and made just one circle around it. Just then, my phone started ringing, stealing Mark’s attention.

Tessy’s slick fingers slide over my pussy, drove me crazy, but what really got me fired up was when she pulled the wet panties from my mouth and started cramming them into my pussy, the friction was maddening. I never would have guessed she was such a kinky, pussy-hungry bitch — we finger-banged each other in the bathroom at her home or school once in a while, but I wasn't expecting this. She twisted the panties around and forced more of them inside me, making me squeal. By the time she dragged them out again, I was aching to be fucked, and the fingers that thrust into me were a blissful release. I rode them hard, chasing my climax, getting louder and louder as I lost control. I wouldn’t be

The choker looked perfect on her — elegant black leather and silver, discreet enough to pass as jewelry in public, but unmistakable in its purpose to me. “Don’t worry, babe,” I said softly, my voice low and intimate. “Your internet searches are safe with me. Every late-night tab you opened when you thought no one was watching. Every video. Every fantasy you tried to bury. But I…” I reached out and gently traced the edge of the choker with my fingertip, feeling her pulse jump beneath the leather. “I never knew this was your kink. Tell me, princess — what else do you like? Masked men? Knife play? The thrill of being completely at someone’s mercy? Say it.” Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. She

The new kink they’d introduced was public denial combined with the constant reminder of ownership through the collar tag and jeweled plug which was pushing every button I had. By dessert, I was a wreck. Tears of desperate need pricked my eyes. My nipples were painfully hard against the thin dress. Kai had the vibrator on its highest setting for nearly two full minutes while he discussed quarterly profits. “Please…” I whispered brokenly when the investor briefly left the table. Kade’s hand slid higher up my thigh, fingers brushing my soaked entrance around the harness. “Hold it.” The moment the lunch ended and we were back in the privacy of the limo, they pounced.

For some reason, my nipples tightened at his praise, making me wonder if I had praise kink. I mean—my friends always spoke about their kinks and often mentioned ‘Praise Kink.’ I asked what it was and I was told the meaning. Turns out, it was exactly how I was feeling when Daddy praised me. Slowly, his voice dragged me out of my thoughts and when I looked up at him, I found him staring at my perky nipples through the flimsy material I was putting on. “You have a praise kink.” He stated directly, his hooded gaze clashing against mine.

"Mmmmhh!" Kiana tried to move her hips to meet his thrusts, but he was too strong - her rocking p*ssy was pinned to the bed every time he plowed into her. But the sensation was too much for Kiana - the loud smucking and sucking slurping from her p*ssy, the sounds of his magnificent c*ck stunting its competitor's chances as their c*m oozed hotly and uselessly down her p*ssy lips, made her moan like nothing before.

Suddenly Pusscat is standing in the door. “Getting a little drink”. I hold up the plastic bag. “Cheers”. “There are bags upstairs”. “I am soaking up the atmosphere. Are you really talking the cows into all this ?” Pusscat let’s out a small laugh and walks to the fridge. “These days it is no problem living out any kink you might dream of. It is no longer a sport convincing Your victim to let their hair down. It seems to be a requirement to have at least one fetish or kink in each home”.