Spanking Stories Erotica の小説・ストーリー

I could feel his heart racing against my back, and the heat coming off him was staggering. "Let me up!" I thrashed, but he was too strong. With a swift, brutal movement, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my sweater dress and my panties, dragging them down to my mid-thighs. The cool air hit my bare skin, and I gasped. "Stop your wiggling," he commanded, his voice dropping into that "Master" tone that made my insides turn to liquid. WHACK. The first spank landed hard across my right buttock. It stung like a bitch, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the quiet room.

She stepped behind me, and she yanked the skirt all the way up to my waist and tucked it there, completely exposing my bare ass and soaked cunt to her. “Fuck, look at this pretty little ass,” she growled“So pale. So untouched. That ends right now, you desperate slut.” The first spank came across my right cheek.I cried out, jerking forward. “Count it, bitch.” “One!” I gasped. “Louder, or I start over.” “ONE!” The second landed even harder on my left cheek,Then she started spanking without mercy. She moved between my left and right cheeks,then targeted the same burning spot over and over until I was screaming my lungs out

He spanked me again and again and again, each slap sending a fresh wave of heat through my body, making me clench around him even tighter. "Every time I spank you, you get even more tighter," he said, landing another stinging slap on my ass. "This pussy loves being punished. You love getting fucked up and spanked by your stepbrother while you still pretend to hate it." "I hate you," I moaned, the denial tumbling from my lips even as my hips pushed back for better thrusting, seeking the friction.

Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edge of the desk tighter. Professor Kane added a third finger, stretching her more. He fucked her with his hand, the palm slapping against her clit with every thrust. Sara moaned louder, not caring if anyone outside might hear. The pressure built fast. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and she came hard within minutes. Her body shook, and her juices squirted a little, dripping down her thighs and onto the floor. He did not stop. He pulled his fingers out, and she heard the sound of his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in on

The pain felt so good I was shaking. Dominic suddenly pulled out and flipped me onto all fours. He yanked my hair back roughly, arching my back. “Ass up, baby. Show Sasha how pretty your pussy looks when it’s getting destroyed.” Sasha moved in front of me and spread her legs. I leaned down and started licking her again while Dominic slammed back into me from behind. The new angle made him hit even deeper. He spanked my ass hard a few times, making me moan into Sasha’s pussy.

look that said I was beautiful, I just couldn’t resist doing what he wanted. It satisfied something deep inside me. I wanted it. Needed it. Once he returned and had removed his vestments, he bent me over the desk. “I am going to spank you and I want you to count each hit, thank me for it, and ask for another. If you want me to stop say red. Is that clear?” “Yes, Father.” My clit was already swollen with anticipation. He seemed to notice this, too, so he went to his desk, pulled something out, and came back up behind me. I felt something hard pinch my clit. “Ow!” “The clothespin will stay there while I spank you.” “Yes Father,” I whimpered. It hurt and it felt so good at the same time. I fel

No. A spank on my thigh snaps me back to the present. My opening is starting to warm up as Bruce moves his fingers over it more frequently. He hasn’t removed my underwear yet, not even pushing it slightly to the side, but I’m already craving him. I want to feel him stroking my insides, but he likes to take things slow, and I’m not complaining. The sun feels good on my skin, and that is adding to the experience.

She obeyed every single time, blushing furiously in the bathroom stall while taking the dirty, explicit photos for him. At night, he would bend her over the large conference table, slowly pull the plug out of her ass, and replace it with his thick cock. The first few times Emma cried out at the intense burning stretch and overwhelming fullness, but Adrian didn’t care. He kept going, spanking her ass red and calling her his dirty anal slut, his personal office ass whore, his eager little cumdump until she came hard with his cock buried deep in her tightest hole.

I started drinking it, not looking at her. After a few minutes, she went to meet me. She was still nude. “I’m so sorry baby,” she said I bent her over on the kitchen table and pushed my cock inside her. She screamed my name, but I didn’t stop. I fucked her so hard, taking her like a mad man. "You're getting punished," I said, slapping her ass. "Ohh please," she begged "You shouldn't have sucked another guy's cock," I said, spanking her. "I'm sorry," she cried

One hand slid around to my front—cupping my breast again, pinching and rolling the nipple while the other cracked down on my ass in a sharp, stinging spank. I cried out—walls fluttering around him. “Again,” I gasped. “Spank me again—please—” He did—harder this time—palm landing with a wet smack that echoed across the water. Then another. And another. Each spank pushed me higher—heat blooming across my skin, blending with the deep ache of his cock stretching me open. “You’re dripping down my thighs, baby,” he growled—voice shaking now. “Soaking my cock. Such a dirty little slut for Daddy’s dick. Gonna come again? Gonna squeeze me so tight I can’t hold back?”