Piss Kink Novels & Stories

“You have got to see how beautiful her nipples look. I know my Hiku will appreciate them and I suspect you will too, Asim. I need to ask something, Asim. Do you have a nipple kink? I know you had been playing with the nipple clamps when we arrived yesterday morning and your eyes constantly go to Willow’s and Hiku’s nipples while we are out and even at dinner last night, you were looking at any hint of nipples on your mates. Raff’s were nearly visible in that white shirt and I saw your eyes on him often.Or do you not know if you have any kinks?” “Astute observations.” I compliment her. I don’t know if I have any kinks. I don’t have a nipple kink. I really like them but don’t need nipple play

“I don’t believe that. So you suddenly woke up one day with a high libido and an urge to have dominant sex and a god complex too?” He lets out a surprised laugh, then winces because it hurts his stomach. “Andrea…” “What? I'm genuinely asking.” I keep my expression innocent. “It's a legitimate question.” He's quiet for a second and then he actually laughs, short and low and real, and it does something embarrassing to my chest. “No,” he says, composing himself. “That's a kink I developed. Based on experience.” “Experience,” I repeat. “Yes.” “Whose experience?”

My pussy was throbbing, leaking so much that the crotch of my sleep shorts was already dark and wet. I stood up on shaky legs. They pushed the cards and chips aside, clearing space on the green felt poker table. I climbed up slowly, knees first, then stood in the middle. Four pairs of hands went to their zippers-- one by one they pulled out their thick, veiny, heavy old-man dicks, all of them larger than any guy I’d been with in college. They started stroking slowly, eyes glued to my body. “Take the top off first, princess,” Rick growled, his thumb rubbing over the fat head of his cock. “We’ve been jerking off to those perky little tits in your bikini pics for years. Show us the real thing.”

Even when he grins and winks at me after saying it, it still has the same effect on me. “Jesus, you’re getting her all wet, she’s dripping all over me!” Jory spreads my legs to show the others, and I redden, hiding my face in his chest. “Well, she did say that she loves being treated this way. Now, I actually believe that our girl has a kink fetish. She is a true sub.” Knox states, “But, we really need to talk about this before the two of you go and abuse her poor holes for the rest of the night.” He chuckles.

He takes deep breathes to stabilize himself, meanwhile I was crying for some action. Without any words said, he erases all of his semen with the tissues and comes towards me. "What a waste. I could have swallowed it all or make a nice art gallery addition for you if you filled me up." I say, he chuckles. "I have d enough pictures of your sweet pussy oozing with my cum, baby girl. It almost made me have a breeding kink with you." He says, caressing my jaw as he looks deep into my eyes. "What's wrong with having a breeding kink with me? You don't even know if I take the pills on time or not." I say, he looks at me with an eyebrow raised.

The rustling, the clinking, the slanging. All of it. 'I'd prefer if you try your kinks on someone else, maybe your daily lay.' I snarled with gritted teeth. 'Well, you need a tester first so that'll be you and maybe I'll show you all of my other kinks.' he said wearing a smirk on his face. 'YOU ARE SO FUCKING DISGUS-' I screamed but was cut off. 'yeah, yeah baby, I know all about that.' he said while stuffing cloth into my mouth.

His voice was thick with lust making me adjust on my heels. “Alright. Let's have a chat. Leave the clothes on the floor.” He said pointing towards a chair in front of him. “Do you have a certain kink you gravitate to?” He asked when I sat down. “I enjoy many different things… like threesome, bisexual, anal, taboo.” “Taboo?” He cleared his throat. “What do you consider as taboo?” “I don't know… cheating housewives, step siblings, age gaps.” He smiled adorably as if the thought of indulging in this is cute. Then his smile dropped. And he's back to business. “Show me how you masturbate.”

How the hell did it take me this fucking long to realize that I have a praise kink? I cum, my juices flowing all over his cock as my pussy tightens around his thick member. My orgasm pushes him to his own, and he releases deep inside of me, his seed filling me as he roars above me. We both take a few moments to catch our breaths, but before we can say or do anything, the door to the backseat by our head opens. Thankfully, it’s just Nick. “Well, no wonder I got so hard while I was in there.” He says, smiling down at us while moving to close the door enough so that only he could see us.

"And well you can't go in for the reading with this" I watch her sink to her knees, looking up at me, that sexy smirk playing on her lips. Hissing low in my throat, when she grabs me, running her tongue all the way up the underside, ending with her tongue swirling the head and then running over the slith, pre cum already forming. "You ... might ... be ... right".

“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?”