Starvation Kink Novels & Stories

My turn dude" said the nine incher. The guys traded places and Kiki happily sucked the new cock down. She started spanking her tits with the cocks in her hands, then she let loose of the eight inch dick and started finger banging her overheated pussy. "Yeah, look at the slut, she can't wait to get fucked!" The guy polling her face said. "Move over man, she's gonna gag on my cock now!" said the last in line. Kiki popped the cock out of her mouth and said "Please let me suck your huge horsecock!"

I grabbed his massive cock with both of my hands and stuffed the whole thick head straight into my mouth. Callan let out a harsh growl from his chest. His fingers slammed into my hair, holding my head tight and pushing my mouth all the way down his shaft. I sucked his huge head as hard as I could, licking around the tip, letting my spit run all over his thick dick while he thrust his hips up into my mouth, choking me over and over until my eyes watered. Before he could cum in my throat, he grabbed me under my arms, flipped me onto my back, and shoved his big dick straight back inside my pussy.

his eyes dragged over me, slow, hungry “—you’re checking a lot of very specific boxes.” Disappointment hit low—sharp, hot, almost predictable. Of course the walking wet dream wasn’t after anything more than sex. A casual arrangement. Just my luck. But hey, at least it meant my flirting hadn’t completely tanked. I forced a smirk, swallowing the sting. “Wow. Straight to the point with the kink proposal. Bold of you.” He shook his head. “Not a hookup. I’m looking for a sub.” My mouth opened. “Like… what kind? Praise or Fifty Shades?”

I was dangerously close already. “Smile, Ava,” Kai whispered in my ear while pretending to show me something on his phone. “You look like you’re about to cum undone in front of half the city’s elite.” Kade leaned in from the other side, voice barely audible. “If you make a sound, we’ll pull you under the table and make you suck us off while they keep talking.” The threat sent a fresh gush of arousal through me. The new kink they’d introduced was public denial combined with the constant reminder of ownership through the collar tag and jeweled plug which was pushing every button I had.

His eyes were dark with need. “Are you planning on fucking me right now?” I asked, half teasing, half hoping he’d say no so he could at least eat first. “I’m not hungry for food,” he said, already pulling off his shirt. “I’ve been sex-starving for three days.” He climbed on top of me and kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth, eager but sloppy. I kissed him back, trying to lose myself in it. His hands tugged my tank top up. My breasts spilled out, nipples already hard. He groaned and latched onto one, sucking hard like he was trying to devour me.

“Merrilyn Aster is an obscenely wealthy heiress who has grown bored of everything money can buy in the daylight world. And what she wants—what she’s paying a fortune to come to the Slaughterhouse for—is highly specific. She wants a feral, packless man. She wants him mean, covered in engine grease, and possessing a lengthy criminal record. And her exact fetish is to chain this lethal man spread-eagle to a mattress, strip completely naked, and aggressively ride his face while forcing him to explain the step-by-step mechanical process of rebuilding a V8 engine. If he loses his train of thought, she denies him his orgasm. If he gets the piston-firing order wrong, she ruins his climax entirely.”

His body was a wall of heat and muscle, caging me in, his breath hot against my neck as his fingers—those long, calloused fingers from years of gripping motorcycle handlebars—plunged deeper inside me, curling with that expert, deliberate twist that made my knees buckle and my toes curl inside my sneakers. "God, Clara, you're so fucking wet already," he growled low in my ear, his voice a gravelly whisper that sent shivers racing down my spine. "Been thinking about this all morning? About me finger-fucking you right here, where anyone could walk by?" I bit my lip hard to stifle a moan, my hands fisting the front of his faded black tee, the fabric soft and worn from countless washes. His free h

“It’s better than I could ever imagine. I mean, Nathan is definitely more dominant than submissive, but that works because I like him to take control. The thing is, he makes it all about me. Fuck. The things he does with his tongue and fingers.” “Wow. Anything that you care to share?” Kimmy questioned. “If I tell you,” I whispered. “You have to swear you won’t tell anyone.” “Absolutely,” Kimmy said, and Morgan nodded in agreement. “Last night he blindfolded me, tied up my hands with his belt, and then bent me over the bed,” I sighed. “It was so fucking hot.” “Fuck. It sounds like it,” Kimmy replied. “I think I have a serious good girl kink, too,” I declared. “As soon as he says it, I’m wet.”

"Starving for your ex's dick. Beg louder! scream for me, baby. Scream for my cock like the needy cumslut you are.” "Kelvin, PLEASE!" I cried out, hips bucking wildly, tears mixing with snot as I chased his fingers. "Shove that fat cock in me! Stretch my starved pussy till it rips! Pound me like I'm your filthy fuckhole! Cum in me deep…, …I beg you, pleaseee!..." My voice cracked into ugly sobs, body shaking with desperate, ovulating need. He yanked his fingers free, dripping with my cream, and smeared them across my tear streaked face. "Lick it clean. Show me just how much you like your own taste"

THEMES: Public danger, anonymous possession and shame kink KINKS: CnC fantasy, breeding talk, public risk, clothing ripping, praise & degradation mix, light restraint and humiliation arousal --- "I haven't finished yet!!" "Fuck off you horny bitch! I can't kill myself because you." I scoff at this, "You didn't even last more than 5 minutes!!!" However my boyfriend doesn't even look at me and rolls over to his side of the bed, keeping his back to me.