Novel & Cerita Prison Erotica

“That’s going to stay in my phone forever. Whenever I’m away, I’ll play it. I’ll jerk my cock to the sound of your pretty cries. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She moaned, pushing forward against his hand. “Dirty little girl.” He pinched her clit, loving the sound that escaped her mouth after. “On your hands and knees, Printsessa. You sound like you’re aching for more.” Charlotte immediately got on her hands and knees, imitating her current position on the screen. Maksim knelt behind her on the floor, lined up his cock with her entrance, and pushed into her in a slow torturous movement. Charlotte wiggled her ass back, wanting more.

She came closer to his ears and whispered in a low seductive voice “Please.Quench my thirst darling.” She stripped down her bathrobe completely. Now she was stark naked in front of him. “Let’s try something different today.” he says, pulling out handcuffs and a stick from his drawer. “What's that for?” she asked, pointing towards the stick. It didn't look like some naughty sex toy but rather something a cop would use to punish criminals who won't confess their crimes. “It’s all for fun darling .You will soon know its usage.” She got down on all four limbs in doggy style on the bed as he tied her wrist to the end of headboards of bed with handcuffs , spreading her legs apart.

vulnerable. The altar sat bare in front of me. With one quick movement he lifted me up onto it. “Lay back.” This was so wrong. I took a deep breath and leaned back until I was on my back, draped over the altar, my breasts heaving, my nipples pointing to the painted ceiling, which I’d never noticed before. Father Michaels opened the box, pulling out clothespins. Clearly he’d put them in there when I wasn’t paying attention. First, he put a clothespin on each of my swollen nipples. Exquisite pain shot through my breasts. Then it felt incredibly good. Finally, he put three clothespins on each of my labia. It pinched at first, but the sensation of being bound sent pleasure through me. I moaned,

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Philip grabbed her breast and started playing with it, teasing and then put it in his mouth. He carried her on top of him and started fingering her, she started moaning . He whispered something about her being so wet Then he flipped her to the table and bent her over and smacked her ass. Hard. I could feel the impact from here. Also we all get tested before the games so we can fuck raw comfortably. He thrn slid his dick into her making her moan loud. Then he started fucking her. His strokes were long and hard. He pinned her to the table and held her still and started driving his shit in her.

He knew right where he was going and just a short distance down the hall he opened a door, bringing her inside with him. It was supposed to be a private sex room. Anyone could see that. There was a padded bench in the middle of the room. A cabinet was pushed into the corner. The walls were painted black and the lighting was dim. An observer’s bench was along one wall. There were leather and chain restraints attached to the center bench. On the far wall were several paddles and whips along with dildos and vibrators. Not every sex toy in the world, but enough. Fia was certain she didn’t want any of them used on her.

One hand gripped the back of my neck, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin behind my ear, while the other held my hand, his lips brushing my palm. "Your friends are quite lively," Preston said to the room, his eyes never leaving mine. "They're a handful," I gasped, my hips shifting instinctively against him. Every time I moved, the vibrator in my thong pressed harder against my clit. I was getting so horny it was becoming a physical ache. "I like them," Preston said, smiling at Darla. "They have spirit. Not like the dry, boring socialites I usually deal with." "See? He gets it!" Darla toasted him with her glass.

He drew in a deep breath, and my face paled instantly. What trap did I fall into? "You still can't keep me here against my will!" I protested, throwing my hands in the air angrily. He inched closer, stealing my breath like he always did. My clitoris twitched painfully, and waves of unexpected pleasure coursed through my veins. Why did I still find this monster attractive? "Against your will? You know this is what you want, sweetheart. I watched you for a long time, I am aware of your dirty fantasies to be used like a whore, chained up and ordered around. I know."

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

He had Erica, and a lot of other women at his disposal, making me feel not special. But my heart still called for him. It was evidenced by how his name was stuck on my lips, exiting my mouth so frequently during sex, which pleased him and he drove faster and faster inside me. I sensed my climax and let myself loose. When we were done, it was again a pool of our liquids at our feet. Since there wasn’t any room service, we performed the deed on the floor. Our actions made me feel like we were animals in heat and acting out of lust, but I didn’t care. Perhaps it was the last time I could have Kaiser inside me again.