Novel & Cerita Piss Kink

“Such a hungry little slut for our cocks.” After what felt like an eternity of servicing five, six, seven of them, strong hands hauled her up and bent her over a low, sturdy coffee table. Her jeans and panties were yanked down to her ankles in one rough motion. The cool air hit her exposed skin. “Look at that perfect pink pussy,” someone groaned. A hand, calloused and huge, smacked her ass cheek, making her yelp and jolt forward. “Tight little asshole, too. Which first?”

Then, if I cum all over I have an acceptable excuse and I won’t just have to say sorry. He must realize that I am not completely relaxing, so he stops and lifts his head to say softly, “Sugar, it’s alright. Some people think it’s highly erotic to suck on toes. It’s considered a kink, and if you like it, go with the flow. I live to please you and want you to experience every pleasure I can possibly give.” His voice trails off and then he whispers, “By the end of the night, I will have penetrated every hole and you will learn to love it.”

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.

How can they make something I normally consider vile so sexy? “To what do I owe this pleasure? You are still coming to visit, I hope,” Dominic asks. “We are, but I am still prohibited from vigorous sexual acts. I finally had the talk with Rhett about urethral play and piss kinks and it went well. It went even better than I had thought it would,” I report. “He needs to hydrate more but he reacts quite favorably to playing and to drinking piss.” “Do you think my other kink will deter him?” Dominic asks.

"Tyler. I want you to answer with a truth. What's your nastiest kink?" He smirked, downing the rest of his drink. "Nothing gets me going like pounding a tight asshole. Fucking that rosebud till it gapes." Heat pooled between my legs, panties slapping on my clit making me shift uneasily. These young men would be the death of me. Zane asked Brock. "What's your kink, Brock?" "Piss play. A pretty girl squatting over my face and just letting go." Shit! At this point I was soaked, my panties were stuck like tissue paper on my folds.

I always said yes; the words 'stop', 'no' and 'don't' have never left my lips in the playroom, but tonight I might, just to see if he can keep going with me begging him to stop. A dangerous game, some might say, but I know full well if I say peach he will stop, but the thought of saying no and fighting him off is appealing. Opening the laptop, I open the blog, now I need to write about last night, a night I will never forget. Hello fellow kinksters. Last night was an interesting night; my bitchy side came free, and Sir loves to put it back in its place to get his kitten back. A bit of fun play on my part with squirty cream ended with multiple orgasms and a very weak body.

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.

I explained to him like one will do a little kid — not that he's a kid. “So….” “I've always wanted to do something.” I pecked him on his lips and got down from the bed, smiling at the confused man sitting on the bed. “What's it?” “Have you ever fantasized about watching me pleasure myself?” I asked, seductively biting my lower lip as I tried to look as alluring as I could. “Uhm… What… Doll?” He swallowed, looking rather uncomfortable as his ears turned blood-red in embarrassment. “I've always fantasized about it. It's a kink of mine.” I went over to his closet, opened it and got one of my pink silicone vibrators.

TRIGGER WARNINGS BLOODPLAY PISSPLAY BONDAGE CUMPLAY [Do not bitch about whatever sexual preference I have for my characters. There are kinks, and yes, my leads have some twisted kinks. For your sanity, my loves, skip if you cannot handle it. I do not want a boring, criticizing, piss and moan comment about my book. XOXO, TOXIC A.] THEO

As his image came to mind, tears streamed through my fingers, and I sobbed uncontrollably. "It was all my fault. I could never meet his expectations. He always said no other wife would be as incompetent as me. I feel like such a failure… "He said a woman should be capable of both hosting in the living room and cooking in the kitchen, but no matter how hard I tried, my cooking never satisfied him. I could barely earn a few thousand a month and was no help to his business…" I stammered. Those were his exact words. Chester was an expert at psychological manipulation. To him, I was a worthless woman, incapable of doing anything right and unwanted by anyone but him.