Novel & Cerita Punishment Erotic Stories

She raised her heart-shaped ass up to meet his frenzied thrusts and tried to keep her shrill screams of pleasure somewhat muted in the early morning silence. Marcy recovered quickly and watched the tableau with rising passion. Her own anus was quivering and remained still gaped after her own recent anal impalement but she was caught up in being witness to the mulatto girl's anal penetration only inches from her face. The kinky businesswoman pushed her beautiful face into the point of coupling and kissed and licked both the vampire chief and the trembling mulatto girl with her fevered lips and greedy tongue. Lafitte chuckled and shoved all four of his fingers into the human's gaped anus. It w

"YOU ARE A BEAST! DELRAMA YOU MUST DIE !!!" "I want you beside me, Roden. You can't disappear, so I'm locking you between my hands, forever." "Bastard. I'd rather die than staying beside you." "Say it to the moon. Bark like a dog, it's useless. From now on, you'll be mine 'forever! To be beside me is your punishment.". "Zaki you, jerk! Just wait, and I'll punish you too for doing this to me!" I crushed her with a kiss. "I'll wait that Roden." .. The Unchaste Punishment

She whispered, “You said as a punishment you’ll let him fûck me.” I did. And I might’ve even done it in the past. But now even the thought of that makes me want to hurt the most trusted man in my life. I pinched her nîpple and she gasped, her pûssy tightening around my côck. “Would you like that punishment, little slût?” She bit down on her bottom lip and I said, “If you like it how would it be a punishment?” I slipped my hand down to where we were joined and used my thumb to circle her clît. I said, “Maybe, I will punish you by making you take both our côcks in that tight pûssy.”

I tried to continue reading, my voice broken and breathy. “His fingers… fucked her soaked cunt while his tongue licked her asshole… she was shaking, begging for more…” Elias ate me like a starving man. When I stumbled over a line, he spanked me harder, leaving red handprints on my ass. “Write better,” he demanded. He stood up, rubbed the fat head of his cock along my dripping slit, and thrust into me in one brutal stroke. I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk as he started pounding me. The desk shook with every thrust. He fucked me like he was punishing me for every bad sex scene I’d ever written.

“You like the pain. You like knowing I’m ruining this hole because you deceived me. Your ass is mine, Cynthia.” She did. The pain was a bright, sharp wire, but beneath it, a deep, perverse pleasure was building. The fullness was immense, overwhelming. Each thrust rocked her entire body, sending shockwaves through her core. Her neglected pussy was clenching empty, aching, but the attention to her ass was a different, darker thrill. “Yes,” she moaned, the word breaking on a sob. “It’s yours. It’s all yours.” “Tell me,” he demanded, his pace increasing, becoming rougher. “Tell me what a lying slut you are.”

"Pushing me all day, wiggling that ass. This is what you get." The sixth smack made me cry out louder, a needy sound that shocked me—my pussy pulsed, wetness soaking further. Emotions overwhelmed: confusion at the pleasure from punishment, humiliated tears streaming down my face, but a desperate craving building, my body grinding subtly against his thigh. "Seven... eight," I panted, moaning outright by nine. The burn was constant, throbbing with every heartbeat, but the flutters turned to throbs, pleasure spiking with each strike.

Monica reached down and pinched my nipple hard. "You're getting noisy," she said. She lifted off my face and turned around, straddling my hips instead. She reached behind her and found the base of the plug, twisting it slowly while Tasha kept fucking me with her fingers. The dual sensation pushed me closer to the edge. My thighs shook. I bit my lip until it hurt, trying to swallow every sound. Tasha curled her fingers harder, hitting that spot inside me over and over. Monica leaned down and kissed me, swallowing the moan that finally escaped. She bit my lower lip and pulled back. "Punishment time," she whispered.

The man was forced to stand in a horse stance position, his cock pointing nearly straight down, driving in and out of her sloppy slit. Next came the fingering... and boy, Paige wasn’t lying about those bony knuckles. The man, yes, did survive the ordeal and advanced to the next stage (though he remained scarred for life, never able to view his granny in the same light again). Here the game now turned to the final girl. Some redheaded pale lass. The host assisted her into the required position (supposedly a breach of conduct when others violated the touching rule, yet not here). She then begged for not only his cock, but his cum. And so the host pile-drove her into the floor boards. Rammed th

My ass burned, tears gathered in my eyes beneath the blindfold, and my pussy dripped down my thighs from the pain and humiliation. “You poor thing,” he cooed mockingly, rubbing the stinging flesh. “Look at how wet you are from being spanked like a naughty little maid.” His fingers slid down, gathering my slickness before pushing two thick digits inside me without warning. I moaned loudly at the sudden stretch. He pumped them slowly at first, then faster, curling them against that sensitive spot inside me. “You’re clenching so desperately around my fingers,” he growled. “All that time listening to me fuck other women… and this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.