Pleasure Bed Novels & Stories

as she is asking him to be gentle. But he is on his wilderness, he didn’t stop from pushing it so hard inside her. He humps hard and hump many times that made them both moan to infinite heavenly pleasure. Then they reach off the top of their pleasure desire level, they were both untie their eagerness as they calmly lied on the bed racing for their breathe. INDIGNANT.

I told her and without any second thought, she quickly pulled her underwear down the floor. I rolled her facing the wall while aiming my hardness on her tight pussy. I slapped her butt twice and make a tease of my hardness on her core. My hands trailed below the hemline of her blouse up to her breast. It was covered with her lace bra so I pulled it up just to feel her huge breast. I teased with my swollen hard tip until I felt the wetness in between her legs. "Shit, sir, it feels so good, ahhh!" Now I heard her moaned to the pleasure she acquired for behaving to me like this.

"You taste so fine, Miss Manroe." Her lips part and her eyes darken with want. I think she's a little shocked. I lift her off the floor and lay her carefully on her bed. She looks at me with hooded lustful eyes. The sight of her laying there, naked for my pleasure is too satisfying. I would have taken my time to have a good look if my erection wasn't this throbbing. My pants are getting uncomfortable. I unbackle my belt and undo my fly. I remove the condoms from my pockets and place them on the nightstand.

Tonight is for pleasure. Beneath his touch a shiver raced over her skin but he knew it was from the anticipation of pleasure. He had learned so many of the little signals by now. "Bend over on the bench," he ordered. "You know what to do." She unclasped her hands and leaned forward, her body from the waist up pressed down on the leather, arms outstretched. Zane fastened one handcuff around each wrist then stepped back. "We've tried a lot of different things, girl, determining what gives both of us pleasure. I found a new toy that I know you will enjoy, one that will please us both. A special flogger."

Although he had fucked her before and it was the best sex he had ever had in his entire life, even to the fact that he still feels it till today. But today's own? It was totally out of this world. It was something that he never thought existed. A pleasure that should never have existed. It was more addictive than any drug at all. He felt like they were being controlled by the pleasure. Every hit, every collision, making them drown more and more...

I usually visit for vacation and self-care from my chaotic life. The room was now a masterpiece of elegance and sophistication, with plush carpeting in a rich gray. The furniture was sleek and modern, featuring clean lines and a fantastic aesthetic. I looked around, and a king-sized bed dominated the center of the room, adorned with two plush pillows. A smile curled up my lips. Of course we can share; the bed has two pillows.

“You should understand your place. Underneath me. You do not hit me!" My control snaps. I can’t hold back anymore. My climax explodes, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing through me. My mind soars, riding high on the sweet feeling. Luca’s hooded eyes meet mine, his eyes suggesting a desire for more. As my waves of pleasure subside, Luca's body tenses. He drives deeper into my insides, letting his cock hit my walls. He releases a guttural groan, pumping his warm seeds into me. My tremors of pleasure match Luca’s rhythmic pulses. My vision becomes blurry, my world reduced to throbbing sensations. Together, we ride out our climaxes, our bodies entwined.

There are already three fledgling females there naked on their knees waiting to pleasure him while he watches his personal show. The large bed has four posters and black satin sheets, of course it does, it’s what he likes. There are two large comfortable chairs set up with a full view of the bed. I sink my champagne in one go. “Get me another please” I instruct the human. Other than the women on their knees I am the first one here.

In the center stood a massive king-sized bed draped in luxurious black silk sheets, with sturdy restraints dangling from the headboard and posts. In one corner loomed a polished St. Andrew’s cross, its leather cuffs gleaming. Along a nearby table lay an array of toys: vibrantly colored dildos of varying sizes, gleaming metal and silicone plugs, coiled whips, paddles, and more—everything meticulously arranged. Her heart pounded wildly, a fresh wave of heat flooding between her thighs as arousal soaked her instantly. “You… you did all this?” she whispered breathlessly, turning to him. “For us?”

Dear God… These men weren’t joking about their BDSM fetish were they? Ignoring the toys attached to the bed, do I move to scan the rest of the bed. Black sheets along with a giant comforter adorned the bed carefully along with big fluffy pillows making the bed look like one giant cloud. A small leather bench sat stationed near the end of the bed completing the look.