Self Chastity Stories Novelas e Histórias

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

Jamie My knees ached against the hard rooftop floor as I knelt in front of Lena, staring at her thick, glistening strap-on cock covered in my own creamy cum. “Clean it,” she ordered, voice low and commanding. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and slapped the wet cock against my cheek. “Taste how slutty your pussy is.”

The sudden wetness made her press her legs together. “What am I doing? I need to get out of here." But she struggled to leave. Instead, she walked deeper into the room, unable to stop herself. Her fingers trailed over a thick leather flogger. She felt the soft, heavy tails. Thoughts of Romero using this one her flashed in her mind. Concentrate, Emma. You're here to kill. She left the flogger. Then she picked up a pair of shiny metal handcuffs. Her mind raced with forbidden images. Getting chained up, cuffed, while a strong hand brought the flogger down on her bare ass.

Nana Spending nights thinking about a masseur you met just once was a bad habit. But when have I ever said I had a good habit? I had always dreamt of being touched every day by different men. I didn't like being touched twice by the same man, variety was the only thing that kept me interested— so I tended to book different masseurs every single time I went for a massage. But Conan's hands felt so good, they were an addiction I didn't want to break. For the first time, I wanted only one pair of hands on me.

But the way my body ached, the way my virgin cunt pulsed for the monster behind that door like it had its own demonic agenda, told me the truth. I was in deep shit. Self-control. I needed industrial-strength self-control. Maybe fasting. Ten days and ten nights. No food. No water. Definitely no fantasizing about blood-smeared Alphas railing me against antique furniture. Or night vigils. On my knees. Praying. A lot. Dear God, it’s me, Zolani. The girl who just got wet over a murder scene. Please send help. Or a chastity belt. Or a one-way ticket back to LA. Amen.

"I'M COMING FOR MY TEACHER!" Dominic didn't slow down. He wanted to finish the story with a bang. He gave five more massive, bottoming thrusts that felt like they reached my throat. I felt my world turn into white light. My pussy clamped down on him, and I screamed as the biggest orgasm of my life hit me. "TAKE IT ALL, BELLA!" Dominic roared.

Afterwards, he laid beside her and asked, “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?” Chastity had no idea a man could tell the difference, but she had learned an experienced man such as himself could. Yet, Harper was understanding once she had explained. After twenty minutes, she had gotten dressed as Harper called her a cab. He had waited with her until it came. They had exchanged numbers but she never heard from him again. And she never tried calling him. What for? She had gotten what she needed from him and the act itself had been so painful at first and then uncomfortable she had no interest in revisiting it.

“You cannot seem to look away, Clara… do you want to touch it? It won’t bite.” My breath hitched when he drew closer. Unable to bear the heat of the temptation, I ran, quickly unlatched the door, and disappeared into the halls. Hopefully, he adhered to my words and left using the secret passage. My entire body was hot. I was not a virgin, but I was close to one. I had only had one boyfriend, back in high school, and he fucked me only twice. For almost five years, I had not seen a man’s dick or been fucked. I loved my profession as a nun and honored our restrictions, but this stranger was starting a fire he couldn’t quench.

‎Austin's POV ‎I've been wanting to bang my girlfriend's mom crazily ever since the day I saw her naked while masturbating, thrusting a big fat dildo in and out of her juicy pussy. Her boobs were round and firm even though she's in her late 40's. ‎My girlfriend Juliet, is a very good girl, but too lazy in bed. She wouldn't give me the sex styles I want, always complaining that she's tired, and she doesn't last, always cummin too quickly, when I'm not even half satisfied yet.

"Chad, you're the man! I can’t believe you got the social butterfly. You even convinced her to get under you in bed and willingly go through 99 hymenoplasties. How did you do it? Share your secret with us!" Chad took a puff of his cigarette and smiled. "There's no secret I can share when she was the one who threw herself at me." "Sadie is always hanging out at seedy places. I heard she has AIDS. Don't you find her… dirty?" One of Chad's buddies felt unhappy for him. Chad raised an eyebrow and replied sarcastically, "That's a problem for other men. I've never touched her. I only got her to do those hymenoplasties so I could use her to please those dirty old men who enjoy virgins.