Pleasure Dom Erotica Novels & Stories

Tears of pure overstimulation and intense pleasure streamed down my soft delicate cheeks, but I kissed him back hungrily, completely consumed by the sensation. He fucked me even harder after the kiss, both hands working the two objects in a powerful, coordinated rhythm. The thick wood of the hanger and the hard edges of the phone rubbed against each other and against my very sensitive walls on every stroke. The double penetration stretched my wet swollen pussy so wide that my wet pussy lips were pulled taut around the invading objects. “Look at how wide this greedy little cunt can open up and take big and bigger objects all at once,” Derek growled against my mouth, slamming both objects deep

I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me. Damien's hands moved to my breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of my blouse. I could feel my nipples hardening, aching for his touch. He trailed kisses up my stomach, his tongue circling my navel before moving higher. He pushed my blouse aside, exposing my bra. With a swift movement, he unclasped it, freeing my breasts. His mouth captured one nipple, sucking it while his hand played with the other. I whimpered, my body writhing under his touch, my pleasure building to a crescendo.

“More, Dom. Fuck me harder.” Dominique drops my right thigh on the bed as he brings his hand in between my legs. His thrust is slow, and with his thumb on my swollen clit, Dominique starts to rub small circles on my clit. “Oh, fuck,” I moan loudly, tears of pleasure streaming down the corners of my eyes as he increases the pace of his finger on my clit. “God, I’m going to cum.” “I want you to cum on my cock,” Dominique groans as he slides in and out of me in slow, treacherous motions as he continues to stroke my throbbing clit with his thumb.

He growls and then grunts as he thrusts in and out of me. "No one." I squirm as the orgasm washes over my insides,my body trembles. He pulls out "Who is he." He slams back in "Dom is my dildo." I scream. He's quite for a few seconds then chuckles "You have a dildo? What a dirty little slut." "I'm not a slut." I say panting "No you're not, God help whoever calls you that. This little pussy.." he slaps my pussy and I moan at the feel of it on my swollen clit, he pinches and rubs it hard making me scream with pleasure

I can feel the pleasure building, a wave that starts deep within me and radiates outward, consuming every inch of my being. With a final, desperate kiss, Marcus whispers my name, and I let go. The orgasm hits me like a storm, intense and overwhelming. I cling to him, my body trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. His own release follows, and we ride the crest of pleasure together, lost in the blissful afterglow.

So much to teach her. "Some Dom's like myself, consider themselves to be service Dom's. They enjoy pleasuring their partner. That is why I always allow you to have an orgasm, even if I say you can't at first. I enjoy bringing you to orgasm almost as much as I like to have them myself. There may be times that an orgasm will be truly withheld and then it will be as a punishment."

Wave after wave of blinding pleasure crashed through me, each one stronger and more devastating than the last, until I was sobbing and whimpering, completely lost in the overwhelming, mindmelting ecstasy. Dom didn’t stop for even a second. He kept licking and sucking my pulsing clit through every violent spasm, his tongue working furiously, lapping up every drop like a man dying of thirst. His three thick fingers fucked me deep and fast, curling relentlessly against my Gspot, drawing out every last pulse and aftershock with filthy, wet sounds that filled the entire room — loud slurping, obscene sucking, and my broken, sobbing cries.

Max’s wolf Dom is visibly present in his eyes. Max places his fingers on her hardened clitoris and rubs figure eights, causing her to tremble with pleasure. Her breathing quickens as her heart pounds in her chest. I lift her ass up and down my length and as she comes down, I thrust to bury myself deeper into her core. I want so badly to fill her full of my seed. Damen gets up from the bed and pulls some items from his wardrobe. When he comes back to the bed, he drops a few toys and devices onto the sheets.

Dom’s movements were slow, deliberate, stretching me to my limits, then beyond. Each withdrawal, each re-entry, was an exquisite torment, a friction that built an unbearable heat. His thick shaft rubbed against my G-spot with every deep plunge, sending shivers through my core. The slickness of our bodies, the wet, rhythmic sounds of flesh on flesh, echoed in the room. “I’m getting so horny listening to you,” Val confessed with a tremor in her voice.

"Oh, one of your new sluts is a bondage slut?" "Sort of. She said she needs to feel pain with her pleasure. She hasn't really gotten what she needs in the last few years since her husband passed. I'm just not sure if I can really help her." Cherry loving placed her hand on Gio's cheek. "You're a good boy, Gio. You are without a doubt the one to help each of your women. I've seen all kinds running this store. You care about your women. Not a lot of men nowadays understand that to be a Dom doesn't mean to command and take what you want but to command and give your subs what they need. I can already see that you want to give your women their wants and needs. You will do just fine, even with a p