روايات وقصص ضمن Submissive Female Sex Stories

He was family and it was not right to want sex from him. My brain was working but my hormones were am working as well. I was already subconsciously thinking of the crazy positions he was going to put me in and how he was going to fuck me. I knew he was going to dominate me. Most older guys I have had sex with liked when they told me what to do, and I submitted without a single word. I went back to my bed, clitching my thighs and legs to reduce the intesity between them. I took out my phone and typed…

How would you like to punish me. Jessica's mouth dropped open as her clit began to throb deep between her legs. The sexual intention behind Miss Alice’s words wasn't lost on her. This wasn't real. It was a game. A sex game. “Pull up your skirt.” Were his sharp words. Jessica watched, hypnotized by the sight of the strong, seductive woman pulling her skirt over her thighs. She held her skirt around her waist, her creamy buttocks bared to the camera. She wore no underwear.

She was giving her sweet pleasure. "Of course, I'd tell you." She moaned in response. "Story time. Once there was a girl called me. No kind of man hasn't been in this pussy. The tall, dark, and handsome who can eat pussy. With monstrous cocks, they are capable of shifting your womb and calling you to glory. The short and big-bellied with a short small dick, but who'll have your eyes rolling to the back, making you a moaning mess on the bed. Creaming like shit. I mean, squirts of thick white cream and slippery fluid. From one orgasm to another - they don't stop. They continue till you cum twice. Then, greatly and for the last time. And the ones who are packing like Alpha Brady. Although he is

Bringing my face close to his, I whispered," I want you to be forceful with me. Show me mercy only that way I'll love you more. Only that I'll be satisfied..." I subconsciously confessed my dark fantasies. The fantasies of being used as sex slaves, the fantasies of being ordered around. I have always preferred to be submissive in bed and want a very dominant, aggressive Alpha male to fuck me. After hearing my desperate words, Rubex whispered," What if I hurt you in that process? Will you forgive me?" " Yes, I will." After hearing my reply,he abruptly locked his lips with mine. His hands explored under my skirt. Palming his large hand on my panty, he stroked my p***y's lips with his thumb.

I stayed with her until the last tremor passed, then kissed the inside of her thigh and stood. We stared at each other for a long moment, both still breathing hard. Then she pulled me in and kissed me again, tasting herself on my lips. The heat that had eased returned full force. She turned me around so I faced the table and pressed against my back. One hand reached around to stroke my clit while the other slid two fingers into my pussy from behind. The angle made every thrust hit deep. I braced my hands on the table and pushed back onto her. The wet slap of her hand against me filled the room. “Fuck, Jayla,” I breathed.

“You’re so fucking wet for me already.” The words sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. I wasn’t used to this—being told exactly what to do and paid to surrender control bit by bit. Usually I held all the power on my streams. But here, with Vee’s generous gifts rolling in steadily and his calm commands guiding every move, the power felt… shifted. Darker. More dangerous. I pinched my nipple harder with my free hand, rolling the tight bud until a gasp tore from my throat. “Is this what you wanted?” I asked, voice breathy, trying to reclaim some dominance. “Paying all this just to watch me fuck myself for you?”

46. I like to dominate cute goth girls like you. I like to treat entertainers like the sluts and whores I’m paying you to be. I want to make you gag on my cock and stretch you with toys until your pussy is used up and dripping, juicy. I want anal play, deep and hard, and I want to slap your ass while I’m doing it. Another thing, high on my list, is that I want to punish those lovely big tits of yours. And all the while, I want you to be a good little girl and call me Sir.

Just the pictures alone made more juices flow from her pussy and her nipples harden to points, pressing against the soft fabric of the t-shirt. "Are you a dominant or submissive?" read the headline on the home page. "Explore your hidden feelings," the message encouraged her. "Read the messages from people who embraced the lifestyle. See what works for you. You could be missing out on complete sexual fulfillment." Her eyes widened at the pictures of women on their knees, hands bound behind their backs, large cocks filling their mouths. Wearing collars of all kinds-leather, thin metal, some studded with jewels-as they knelt at the feet of their master, narrow metal clamps tightened on their ni

The final text was a thin volume bound in plain leather. It contained no title. Only the word O was stamped on the cover. Inside were stories of submission, a collection of narratives detailing extreme power exchanges, each followed by academic commentary. Elara read selected passages until her skin crawled with a strange mix of dread and arousal. The stories were not fantasies. They were case studies. And the commentaries dissected the psychological, even spiritual, architecture of surrender with chilling clarity. The last story ended mid-sentence. The next page was blank. Her own story would be written there. She was to be the final case study, the living application of the theory. The tex

Slower this time, grinding deep, making me feel every inch. “Say it again,” he demanded, reaching around to stroke me. “I’m yours, Vincenzo. Your hole. Your captive. Please don’t stop.” Round three he flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, staring into my eyes as he bred me again. I came hands-free, shooting across my chest while my hole milked him dry. He followed with a deep groan, pumping another load into me. We went four rounds total. By the end I was a shaking, cum-soaked mess, leaking everywhere, completely wrecked in his arms. He held me close, one big hand stroking my back almost tenderly.