Sexual Bondage Stories Novels & Stories

He would attach small, weighted chains to them, the constant, pulling pressure a delicious torment that had me begging for release. One night, he tied me to the bed, spread-eagled and helpless. He then attached a small, vibrating clamp to each barbell. The vibrations were a low, steady hum that seemed to travel directly to my clit. I was writhing on the bed, a sobbing, desperate mess, my body a taut, quivering string of need. “Please, sir,” I begged. “Please, I need to come.”

“They start on my breasts, Father. Squeezing them, pinching my nipples until they ache. Then they slide down my stomach… between my legs. Rubbing my… my cunt. Pushing fingers inside while I moan.” “Good girl,” he murmured, and I heard the rustle of his cassock like he was adjusting himself. “Keep going. Do you imagine these hands belonging to someone forbidden? Do you get wet thinking about it?” “Yes,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “So wet. I rub my clit in circles until I come, imagining a man holding me down, filling me up even though I know it’s wrong. I feel so dirty afterwards but I can’t stop.” The screen door clicked. He stepped out of his side and opened mine, towering over me.

I can feel myself clenching, dripping for him, totally lost in it. Holy fuck. I’m in a sex club, bare-assed over Caleb Strowman’s lap, and he’s spanking me like he owns me. And I’m loving every goddamn second of it.

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.

My voice was breathy, slutty, every word dripping with need as I spread my legs wider, giving him full access. The desk edge dug into my ass, but I didn't care; the burn only heightened the ache in my pussy. His thumb found my clit, rubbing circles that made my thighs tremble, his fingers plunging in and out with urgent slaps against my skin. “That's it, grind on my fingers like the horny bitch you are,”he whispered filthily, his free hand gripping my throat lightly, just enough to make me feel owned. ‘Your tight pussy is sucking me in, Sienna. You love being controlled by your teacher, don't you? Moan louder for me.”

Rolled us spooning, cock staying in lazy thrusts, pain and pleasure humming. "Anytime means now, baby.. feel me own you slow?" He whispered dirty in ear: "Woke you fucking, now sleep with brother's cum inside. Tomorrow? More.... kitchen, pool, whenever. You're my forbidden slut." I moaned soft, wiggling against him, intoxicated still. He dropped wet kisses on shoulder, hand sliding to core, fingers circling clit gentle then rough. Buried fingers inside beside his softening cock, battling slow. "Ahhh... just like... don't stop fingering!" Screamed quiet. Saliva from his mouth on my neck, trailing down.

With each step, the sounds grew louder. There was a woman’s breathy cries and a man’s low grunts. Dreading what I’d find but unable to stop, I nudged the living room door open a crack. In the thin slice of streetlight through the curtains, I saw them. My boyfriend was on the couch, shirtless and moving over a nearly naked woman beneath him. It was the woman he’d introduced to me as his cousin. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, skirt pushed up, and they were rocking together. His face was buried in her neck as she whimpered softly. His pace quickened, the couch squeaking under them. I could hear the wet slap of skin on skin each time he drove into her.

I was lifted and bent over a high worktable, they brought out ropes from a duffel bag, then they tied my wrist together and secured it to a leg of the table, my ankles were tied to the opposite legs, forcing my back to arch and my ass to be presented, open and vulnerable. “Since you can’t be trusted to stay where you’re put,” Mark said, his voice cold. He held the stocky man’s still-hard cock and pushed it back inside my pussy from behind. The ropes tightened with the motion, ensuring I couldn't pull away even a fraction of an inch. I was stuck, impaled, forced to endure the entire, grinding length of him. He kept thrusting in faster and deeper, holding my hair, slamming into me with brutal

Selena’s moans grew louder, more broken, as unwanted orgasms tore through her. They passed her around like a shared bottle of whiskey. A French aristocrat made her suck him under the table while another man fucked her from behind. Two men took her at once: one in her pussy, and the other one forcing his way into her tight ass despite her sobbing protests. The burning stretch turned into a dark, overwhelming fullness that made her come so hard she nearly blacked out. Samson watched it all from his throne-like chair, slowly stroking his massive cock. When they’d used her thoroughly, leaving her dripping with cum from multiple men, he finally claimed her again.

“We’ve shared girls plenty of times. Fucked them together tag team style. One in her pussy one in her mouth then switching. But we’ve always talked about doing it with a guy. A willing one. Breaking him in together. Making him take both our cocks until he’s shaking and dripping.” Rowan nodded his fingers still on my thigh sliding a little higher. “Yeah. Fantasized about finding someone who can handle us. Someone who gets off on being used by two straight guys who just want to ruin a tight hole and a pretty mouth. Are you listening to Noah? That shit turns you on doesn’t it.” My breath came faster. I could feel pre-cum leaking from my tip mixing with the hot tub water. My mind was spinning wi