Sex Humiliation Stories Novels & Stories

Her moans, his groans, burned bile in my stomach—but I dared not complain. I had always known William was sexually active, high libido, dominant. But I never imagined it would be this extreme. He took me to clubs, too. Everywhere we went, there were glory holes tucked into corners. Without shame, he’d make me watch him thrust his cock into a hole, groaning loudly, slamming into the unseen woman on the other side. My heart would pound, my body shivering in humiliation and reluctant arousal. Damnit. Every time I watched him, part of me wanted to scream, run, escape—but another, darker part of me burned with need.

The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch. “Take it, whore. Take that dick in your shithole.” They started pounding her….. Ethan wrecking her ass, Jax skull-fucking her. Then they switched. Jax took her asshole while Ethan made her clean his cock straight from her ass, making her taste her own filth. She came hard, squirting messily onto the mat while both holes were used. But they weren’t satisfied yet. They flipped her onto her back and double-penetrated her properly. Jax lay down and yanked her on top, slamming into her cunt. Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole.

The feel of my skirt shifting up, followed by Simon's fingers slipping lower, finding my wetness underneath my panties. "Fuck, you're soaked," he said, his voice dancing on the warmth of my skin. Henry's mouth found mine again, his tongue exploring. Simon's fingers moved inside me, and I cried out, my hips bucking against his hand. "That's it, baby," Henry murmured. "Let us make you feel good." I nodded, speechless as Simon's fingers moved faster, his thumb circling my clit. Henry's mouth descended, his lips finding my breasts, sucking my nipples, grazing them with his teeth.

The wet squelching sounds were absolutely obscene. “You’re such a disgusting little fist slut,” she laughed. “Taking my whole hand like a cheap whore. I bet Maya would die if she saw her best friend getting fisted by her big sister.” The dirty talk sent me over the edge again. I came violently around her fist, my pussy gushing and squirting all over her arm and the bed. Lena kept fisting me through it, drawing out the orgasm until I was sobbing with pleasure. She finally pulled her hand out slowly, leaving my cunt gaping wide open. She brought her soaked fist to my mouth.

They alternated, spit-roasting me, hands pinning my wrists. I came repeatedly, body shaking, until they both pulled out, cumming on my tits and face. Hot ropes of semen marked me, their possession complete. As we lay tangled, sweat-slicked, I knew this was just the beginning. My deceptions were unravelling into reality, and I craved every taboo moment.

They make me crawl. They untie me just long enough to force me onto my hands and knees. I have to crawl around the cabin naked, cum leaking down my thighs, while they take turns using my mouth. I suck their cocks while I “clean” — licking the floor where they spilled drinks, licking their boots, thanking them for every load they’ve given me. In the shower they piss on my tits and face while I finger myself and beg for more. The humiliation is so intense I cum untouched, shaking on the wet tile.

I wanted to be like the women I found in the stories in the back. Women that had unforgettable sex, a lot more interesting than my own awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the time. The story that really stood out centered around a woman who went camping with her husband. They couple made a few friends and one thing led to another and five men fucked her and filled her with cum. The next encounter came in the form of p**n video one of my immature guy friends put on at a party. From the woman’s bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it fell into the category of fake.

“Threw me out.” His jaw tightened. I kept talking. “I lived with a friend for a few months. Then with her brother. Slept in his bed for a while. Then another guy. Then another.” He nodded once. “That’s when it started.” “Yeah,” I said. “That’s when I realized sex could get me anything. A bed. A ride. A hug. Something that felt like love.” “And you’ve been chasing that same hit ever since.” I nodded. “And no one’s ever told you it wasn’t your fault?”