Spanking Stories Erotica の小説・ストーリー

“Do you know where I go on Friday nights, Emily? What I do while you’re here watching my sons like a good girl?” “No, Sir.” “There’s a place, in the City, in San Francisco. It’s called the Hive. It’s a dirty, sleazy place where women who need to be owned for a night go to find men like me. On these Friday nights, Emily, I am spanking other women, beautiful women. I’m tying them up with ropes and chains. I’m forcing them to climax over and over until they can’t speak or walk. And they thank me for it. If they’re truly special and submissive I will let them suck my cock. Now tell me, Emily, what can you offer me that these women can’t?”

she gasped, pushing back against me. I spanked her right ass cheek hard, the sharp crack ringing out over the water. Her flesh jiggled deliciously, turning a pretty pink almost instantly. I alternated between cheeks, spanking her in a steady rhythm. Elena pushed back onto my cock eagerly, meeting every powerful thrust with equal fervor. “Spank me more! I’ve been such a bad mommy letting my son’s best friend breed me like this,” she whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure.

Left cheek, then right, watching as the pretty globes bloom pink instantly. I don’t hold back, my cock is starting to swell again. I land more slaps, five quick spanks that make her whole body move forward, I keep spanking her till I get to number twelve. And by the twelfth, she’s moaning like a desperate slut, her thighs are soaked as she pushes back for more like the greedy girl she is. I spread her cheeks apart and drop to my knees behind her. Her pink pussy is swollen, dripping juice down her legs.

She squirmed; he pinned her hips with his free forearm, immovable. “Count them,” he ordered. “One,” she whispered. Louder. “One!” The spanking continued, ten, fifteen, twenty, until her voice cracked on the numbers and tears pricked her eyes. Not from pain alone. From the humiliation. From the shameful slickness gathering between her thighs, impossible to hide when his hand occasionally dipped lower, brushing the wet folds he found there. He paused at thirty. Fingers traced the hot welts, then slid between her legs, two thick digits pushing inside without warning. Elara moaned, low, involuntary. The hall heard it.

Ethan slapped my ass hard, the sting making me yelp and push back for more. “You fantasized about this, didn’t you? Watching my cock while you fucked yourself.” Another spank, harder, leaving a red handprint. I moaned loudly, pussy dripping down my thighs. He positioned himself behind me, rubbing that fat cockhead up and down my soaked slit. He pushed in slowly, the thick head stretching my walls. I cried out, fingers clutching the sheets. “Ahh! Fuck, it’s so deep already...” Inch by inch he sank in, filling me completely until his balls rested against me. The fullness was overwhelming I pushed back, taking every bit.

Spanking my cunt in between deep strokes until I was sobbing soft into the cushions and pushing back for more anyway. “Bad girl,” he repeated, almost like he liked the words. “Hiding. Lying with your body. Making me find out like this.” “I’m sorry,” I whispered. It was a lie. I was not sorry. I had never been less sorry in my life. He pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and pushed back in before I could catch my breath. Legs spread wide. His hand returned to my throat. His other hand reached down and spanked my pussy again…right on my clit this time. The sharp sting made me jolt and moan.

The crack echoed in the small room. "One." He hit again, spanking me on the Other cheek. "Two." Again he slammed me Harder. "Three." My skin was on fire. My pussy was dripping down my thighs. "You like it when your boss spanks you?" "Yes." "You like it when I hurt you?" "Yes." "Dirty fucking whore." He hit me again. Four. Five. Six. I lost count… I stopped counting. I just took it. My ass was raw. My cunt was aching.

He started pounding her immediately—hard, deep strokes that made her heavy tits swing and slap together. I watched his thick cock disappear into her over and over, stretching her tight hole, coated in her creamy juices. The wet slapping of his hips against her ass filled the room. Sarah’s moans vibrated through my clit as she licked and sucked me without mercy, even while getting railed from behind. “Harder,” she gasped between licks. “Fuck me like you’ve wanted to for years.” Jake growled and obliged, gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them as he drove into her faster. I could see her pussy gripping him, creaming around his shaft. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“This married pussy is so much tighter than I imagined. Your husband has no idea how to fuck you properly, does he?” He started pounding me hard — deep, powerful strokes that made my tits bounce and my moans turn into broken cries. Every thrust slammed against my cervix. The wet, filthy sound of his heavy balls slapping my soaked pussy filled the room. “Tell me,” he growled, spanking my ass hard. “Tell me how much better my cock feels than your husband’s.” “So much better,” I sobbed with pleasure. “Your cock is ruining me— I can’t go back to him after this—”

Elena came twice before he filled her with cum. The next Thursday, the session became riskier. Roman made her sit on the desk with her legs spread wide. He knelt between her thighs and licked her pussy while two students studied at a table just ten feet away. Elena covered her mouth with both hands to stay silent. When Roman stood up and slid his cock into her, she almost moaned too loudly. He fucked her slow and deep while the students chatted outside. Her ass was bright red from another spanking. Cum leaked down her thighs when he finished inside her. Week after week, the sessions grew hotter.