Novel & Cerita Sexual Bondage Stories

Was I that easy to read? “Mehnn…I love sluts.” That was Cinnamon. “Someone, get the blindfold.” Brown ordered before stroking my face and whispering “I don’t need your hands, your mouth will do. Do you understand?” I nodded. “But don’t worry, I will,” Green added. As if in a trance, I took my gaze to his erection and I couldn’t look away.” It was long and curvy….absolute perfection. I practically drooling until everything went dark….fuck blindfolds.

I lay there in his arms, feeling his cum slowly leaking out of me, staring into the darkness as he drifted off to sleep. My body ached. My mind was exhausted. And deep down, I knew the truth. I was never going to be free. This was my life — a sex slave in the yard of Don Clinton. Used. Shared. Punished. Protected. And somehow, I was addicted to every second of it.

He was pulling my hair as he thrust from behind. He was groaning like a wild pig, bending me over to reach for my boobs. He sucked me on it as his other hand found my clitoris. He played with it over and over again until I squirted on his cock for the second time. The next position that we did was missionary. Caleb was pounding me as I dragged my nails on his back. To keep my mouth busy from moaning, I kissed Caleb and made sure that his tongue was busy on mine. But He was fucking me so fast until we felt his wife move so he had to stop. Nobody moves between us, gauging if his wife will wake up. My pussy throbs in anticipating, clenching and gripping his cock.

Anna scorned and took a drink of her water. “I was once in an abusive relationship. Well, my ex girlfriend then was very domineering, making me more or less of a sub. She couldn't fuck me because of my tiny di—prick. So she got off by torturing me. She'd lay me across her laps and spank me hard, she'd tape my prick and balls too sometimes, with a duct tape, making it numb, she inserted anal balls into my asshole and almost tried to put a needle through my pee hole. That was the breaking point for me. That was how it ended. When I decided I couldn't take anymore. But, thinking about the whole experience after our breakup, I realized I endured it longer than I should have because it secretly t

“Bones of saints. Fingers of martyrs. Tongues of virgins. Sealed in 1893 after a scandal the Church buried deeper than the dead. Now it’s mine.” He entered me slow, thick, and bare. No condom. No hesitation. Just heat, stretch, and fullness. I arched, cried out, and the rope biting my wrists, the velvet slick beneath me. He fucked me like a prayer—deep, deliberate, and each thrust a syllable of Latin I didn’t know but felt in my bones: “Dominus vobiscum… et cum spiritu tuo…” The cameras rolled. The candles burned lower, wax dripping onto the stone like tears of the damned.

The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier I am completely addicted to my stepfather now just as he is addicted to my body. Body and soul, I belong to him. Even when my mother is home cooking or talking to us, even when Junior is playing nearby, I am thinking about Mike’s cock. I am his filthy little secret. His young cum slut. His forbidden stepdaughter and I want it to always remain that way… I never want this dark, raw, offensive pleasure to stop

“They're really getting it in here!” Guests occupied every bed with various shades of brown limbs and bodies, twisted into every sexual position. The sounds were like p**n. Couples of varying combinations were in their own world. Although no one was really looking at me, I felt like I was being watched as I observed them. This was what me and Nathan liked to do. To watch. To get so turned on that we had to fuck the desire out of each other. I shouldn’t do this alone. I should be here with him.

Never felt so completely owned. "Fuck, that's tight." Nico's voice cracks for the first time, his cold composure slipping completely. "Her ass is squeezing my cock so fucking hard." "I can feel you through her." Santos groans beneath me, his hands kneading my ass cheeks. "Both of us inside her at once. Our little hostage, stuffed full of our cocks like the slut she is." They start to move.

He just grabbed my waist and started controlling my body as he kept slamming non-stop into me from below. I grabbed his knees and tried to steady myself, but the pain was too much and he just kept slamming his cock in and out of me from underneath, his grip on my waist tightening as he kept hammering up into me relentlessly, each thrust forcing my body upward on his lap before he'd yank me back down, over and over, without pause, without mercy, like he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

My fingers are tangled in her hair, and pulling her closer towards me. Her soft moans fill the room as I start grinding my cock against her pussy. She’s as soft and delicate as I imagined. The last pieces of my self-restraint break as she grinds her hips back against me. Furiously. She clings on to me, and rubs herself against me, seeking relief. Her sinful mouth plays with mine. I let her take what she wants. I hook my thigh between her legs, and she takes it. She grinds her hips in small circles. Her shorts are twisted to one side, and it’s her bare pussy rubbing itself against my thighs.