Spanking Stories Fiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit incest (father/daughter), non-consensual elements with eventual reluctant/consensual shift, spanking, rough sex, tearing of clothing, strong language, and graphic sexual content. If you're not into any of these I STRONGLY SUGGEST YOU SKIP! CHAPTER ONE

, Sir." I heard him moving behind me, then felt his hands securing my ankles to the bench legs. Then my wrists, stretched out in front of me. I was immobilized, ass in the air, utterly helpless. "Perfect," he murmured, his hand smoothing over my ass cheeks. "Tell me, princess, have you ever been spanked?" "No, Sir." "Then we'll start with my hand. Count them." The first smack landed on my right cheek—sharp, stinging, making me gasp. "One, Sir!" He spanked me methodically, alternating cheeks, building heat with each strike. By ten, I was squirming. By fifteen, I was whimpering. By twenty, I was sobbing—but not from pain. From something else. Something that felt like release. "Color?" he deman

“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—”

“I imagined… you bending me over the kitchen counter… and fucking me while I made breakfast.” Another smack landed after another. “Three… four… I thought about your cock… how big it felt against me last night. I wondered what it would feel like inside me.” The confession spilled out of me between gasps and whimpers as the spanking continued. Marcus’s breathing grew heavier. By the tenth smack, my legs were shaking, my pussy dripping down my inner thighs in clear, shiny trails. Marcus stopped and slid two thick fingers through my folds from behind, gathering my wetness. “Such a honest little slut for your stepfather,” he growled. “This cunt is weeping for me.”

I choked out a muffled cry when a hand took my hand roughly and led it to a cock. “Stroke it” My hands moved on the cock, my other hand flailing to find another cock. In less than a second, a cock was in my palm. I stroked both cocks, my head bobbing on the cock in my mouth while a hand groped my ass, spanking hard. My cock hurt from the long term edging coupled with the fact that I was at the mercy of five hung black men! The cock in my mouth pulled out, replaced by another while my hands swapped on the cocks I was stroking.

Each thrust was deliberate, rough, his cock dragging against my inner walls with exquisite friction, hitting spots that made stars burst behind my eyelids. The size kink hit hard—he was so thick, so long and so, twitching inside me. I felt every ridge, every vein, the fullness making me feel claimed, owned. He spanked my sore ass mid-thrust, his massive palm cracking down on the bruised flesh, reigniting the fire from earlier. I yelped, the sting sharp and immediate, but it blended with the pleasure, my twat clenching harder around him, fluttering wildly. "Fuck, you're tight," he growled, spanking again, the sound echoing like a whip.

With her back in front of me, I gripped her hair and dragged her body towards me, entered her quickly and thrust inside of her as I choked her neck. “This pussy felt so good, Alicent. You were so fucking good, damn you.” Her butt was clear and no traces of any mark. I would sometimes fondle her butt and spank it. “That’s right, step bro! Spank me, ah! Fuck! Your cock is just so good and huge!” Our sweats were already all over the sheets in the sofa and yet not even once we did care about it. All I cared about was her wet pussy. “I want to fuck your ass, Alicent.” I whispered in her ear then bit it a little.

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

“Brad! It's so deep... fuck me harder!” Her voice was a plea, body quaking. His free hand came down on her ass with a sharp spank, the wet smack resounding. “You love being my fucktoy, don't you?” Another spank reddened her cheek, then he soothed it with a rub before spanking again. Turning her roughly to face him, Brad slapped her breasts, light but stinging smacks that made them jiggle and her nipples tighten. “These bounce so nicely when I hit them.”

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl