Praise Kink Stories Novels & Stories

Karen’s tongue came out to wet her dry lips and her clit spasmed as she imagined taking that mighty weapon in her mouth, milking him till he yielded his seminal libation. Kneeling over her, Sinclair wielded it expertly, rubbing the tip up and down the division in the thong, making contact with her erect nub till it was slippery with fragrant juices. Shifting up, he circled the creased pit of her navel, then went higher, each nipple in turn caressed and wetted by his cock-head.

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.

I glance to find him looking at me pitifully. “Oh, sweetie, you’re so anti kink,” he says. “There’s nothing disgusting about it, unless, you know, you’re doing it to some caveman who hasn’t washed in months, and even that is not a problem with a condom. Also, regardless of how you feel, it can earn you in five minutes the money you’d receive for hours of mowing lawns or working in, I don’t know, McDonalds or something.” “As long as mowing lawns doesn’t demand sucking someone’s cock in a public restroom, it’s preferable to me.”

He says, tracing my juices with a finger, and then pretending to stuff my juices back inside me with his finger. I vibrate. There was something his finger did to me, I can’t find the words to explain it. He spanks my ass with his free hand whilst the other keeps pumping in and out of me. “Yesssss...” “So beautiful.” He praises again and kisses my butt. “You have been taking my dick like a good girl.” He says again. I don’t know what he pauses for but he returns his hand to my ass. “Guess who has a praise kink.” He says right before thrusting inside of me.

“You’re creaming so much all over my cock, baby. Such a good girl taking every single inch like you were born for it. Your tight little cunt was made for me… designed to milk me dry.” I was moaning uncontrollably now, loud and broken, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist, heels digging into his lower back to pull him even deeper. The constant stream of filthy praise made me feel desired, wanted, and sexy in a way I had never experienced before. Every dirty word, every growled compliment pushed me higher and higher, making my pussy clench even tighter around him.

But I could bet that it was not only me; he was enjoying himself more. Just when I thought that he was done and was going to leave me, his hold on my hair tightened and he tilted my head at such an angle that now I can see my back in the mirror. My eyes widened when I saw how red my back was. It seems like I have kept my bums on a hot pan and now it has burned red. I felt even more embarrassed when I thought that I actually enjoyed it. How can I? "There is nothing to feel ashamed about," he rasped as if he read my eyes. "Everyone has their kink, which turns them on. It is just that you need to explore them and you won't get any better person to do it than me."

Then he put me down, pulling the strings around my tits making both of my gorgeous huge tits showing where some of the older men and ladies shouted, even some put their hands on my tits rubbing and touching. I loved it, then I went back to my seat, as I sat down, Mark’s hand went under my skirt on my ass, rubbing and playing, I moved backwards on the seat making my ass hanging over the bar stool to give him better access to both my ass and already wet pussy, Chris also put his hand on my tits and started rubbing them, pulling my breast out for the old people to see and enjoy.

Both came together, one inside my mouth and the other inside my core. My face, my hair , my boobs and my pussy were all covered with their cum. “I love to see your boobs jiggle when I Fuck you.” Clover spoke up . I fell, exhausted on the bed while cum still dripping down from my pussy. He spanked my boobs and gave me a pill.

“You hyper focused on the bondage and discipline and the sadism and masochism, so you’ve forgotten the core of it is dominance and submission, which takes on many different forms. You only know what you think your limits could be, not what they actually are. I’m not throwing you in the deep end.” I mulled over his words. Isaac was - as usual - correct, which annoyed me. The kinks I read about sounded fun, but come to think of it, most of the stories depicted girls with no experience withstanding an extreme number of spankings with multiple implements, gags, and shibari knots right off the bat. It was unrealistic. I curled into Isaac’s side. His arms immediately wrapped around me, providing m

At this point I don’t even know if I can even trust myself. I nodded at his words even before I could register, my head moved. “Good girl, should I forgive you?” he said and I looked at him like a lost puppy, I hate myself for this, I was on the verge of release just by his words. I did not know that I had a praise kink. “Please” I said, I did not know what I was saying. “I won't” he said and I could feel thunder striking me as he touched me inside the dress slipping it away.