Piss Kink Novels & Stories

“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

My voice sounds raspy and filled with so much lust. “Bossy, I see,” he says, but doesn’t kiss me; instead, he pumps even faster, throwing his head back. My pussy clenches around him, and I throw my head back because fuck, I might like seeing Killian Fucking Larsen come hard. Is that a kink? Seeing someone lose control? I don’t know. I might look it up. “Fuck Dawn, you take me so well.” He groans, pumping faster, and the only sound in the room is the sound of his grunts, groans, and my moans. For a minute, I forget everything else around us, or if people can hear us.

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.

His breathing turned ragged as his other hand caressed my cheek, his fingers moving over my stretched lips, the beauty spot that he seemed to love. “What if someone sees us like this?” He asked, pulling my head back, his length hard and wet. “Then let them,” I gasped, looking at him through my lashes, my eyes teary. “I want to please you.” His eyebrows raised, “I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist.” “Blame yourself for tainting me with yet another kink.” “You really should watch what you speak to me in that fucking tone, Princess slut.” Fuck, I loved it when he was angry with me. Or pretended to be to play with me.

The men took turns slapping the sensitive rosebud hard, spitting directly into the gaping womb entrance, and forcing their cocks back inside the prolapsed meat. Piss play escalated to new extremes. One by one, the men pulled out just enough to hose her insides directly. Hot streams of urine flooded her womb, her guts, her throat. Rebecca swallowed greedily, choking and gargling on the degrading liquid while her belly swelled noticeably from the sheer volume of fluids and cum. “Drink it all, toilet whore!” Aiden grunted, pissing straight down her throat while Marcus held her head in place. Her body was a battlefield of pleasure and pain. Orgasms blended into one endless wave. She squirted end

“Mental illness, babe—can’t stick to one pussy. My meat needs variety, tasting new pussies, new moans.” “You know what? You’re a jerk,” I snapped. “Girl… c’mon” “EXIT. MY. PRESENCE,” I growled. “You can’t even last TEN minutes but you want new pussies?” I mocked, flipping my hair. “That’s the thing,” he said, leaning closer, with that same grin tugging on his lips. “I love the feeling of a new pussy. When I thrust immediately, I cum… it’s the brand new, sweet feeling, babe. But if we fuck again, trust me—I won’t cum fast. Want to try?”