Novel & Cerita Praise Kink Stories

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.

I feel myself getting wet just looking at it. Brian and I had started this D/s dynamic together. I liked being under his control, obeying him, getting rewarded for being a good little slave. Nothing degrading—just obedience, praise, pleasure. And fuck, that praise kink? Real as hell. I can damn near get off faster from “good girl” whispered in my ear than from an orgasm itself. Zak and Brandon? They clocked that shit immediately. My mates. These two know how to lay pipe like they’re rebuilding a whole goddamn city. And gods above, they’ve got a lot of pipe to lay.

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.

I tightened my grip just enough to make him whimper. ‎ ‎“I bet he hid the marks so well you all didn’t notice,” I continued. “But he has welts and bite marks all over that soft body. He also has a praise kink… one I enjoy very much.” ‎ ‎Ayesha screamed in joy from her seat. “I did notice! And he told me all about that wild night. I guess some disappointments bring blessings!” ‎ ‎Adrian muttered, “He’s anything but innocent,” only to get slapped upside the head by Reya.

My eyes zero in on her mouth, and my cock twitches at the thought of her wrapping…. “Yes,” my eyes flick back up to hers as the grin on my lips pulls even wider. “Good girl,” her pupils dilate and I realize my little vixen has a praise kink. I’ve had enough practice with Finn over the years to have a Bachelors in the art of the praise kink. Moving so that I’m seated with my back against the headboard, I spread my legs, palming my cock over my slacks. “Erin, why don’t you be a doll and strip Finn.”

Hi, everyone! This is Curvy Writes, and first things first: I need to take a deep, dramatic bow and then just collapse on the nearest couch. Because, people, we did it! I just want to say a massive, soul-hugging, confetti-tossing THANK YOU to every single one of you who has been reading my short story, "In Her Skin." Seriously, from the bottom of my slightly exhausted but extremely grateful heart, thank you. You guys have been the absolute best audience a writer could ask for.