Tight Stepsis Novels & Stories

I went inside and did paperwork. When I came back out, I had three thousand dollars cash in my pocket and the delivery address in my hand. "You'll want to check the tiedowns," Melissa said. "I always do." I walked the trailer and checked every strap. One looked tight, but when I pulled on the tightener, it slipped. It wasn't one of mine. I called the foreman. "This tightener isn't mine. It slips. Mine are marked with an ST stamped into the metal." "Sorry. Someone's ass will fry." He motioned to one of the dock rats and told him to find my tightener, swap it for the bad one, and throw the bad one in the trash. Half an hour later, we were on the road.

"Don't tense up. Just breathe through it." I tried. Took a shaky breath. Let it out slowly. He pushed in another inch. The burn was immediate. Intense. My body instinctively trying to resist the intrusion. "Fuck, you're tight," he breathed. "So fucking tight, baby. You're doing so good." Another inch. The stretch was almost too much. Almost painful. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. "I know," he murmured, stopping. "I know it hurts. We can stop. We can—"

Pressure coiled tight in my stomach. Too fast. Too intense. "You’re squeezing me," Asher groaned, another sharp smack landing against my skin. "Yeah… just like that… take it… take all of it…" I nodded helplessly, my body tightening around him, the peak rising fast. "Oh fuck… Asher...I’m… I’m going to..." "Do it," Asher commanded. "Milk your man's cock beautiful...let my cock suck it up." That was it. My body broke.

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“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”

“So fucking tight.” He added a second finger, scissoring them inside me. The stretch was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that had my hips rolling against his hand. His other hand slid up my stomach to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple until it pebbled into a tight bead. His fingers picked up speed, pumping into me while his thumb pressed harder against my clit. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, building a pressure deep inside me that threatened to shatter my control completely. I could feel myself getting close, that familiar tightening in my core that promised release.

When he was finally seated fully inside, both of them shuddered at the impossible tightness. “Fuck,” he groaned, tipping his head back. “You’re choking me back here. Tighter than I imagined.” She moaned. “Oh you bastard. You're stretching me so wide. I can't take it." “Yes, you can,” he snarled, pulling back and slamming into her again, harder this time. “And you will.”

He then leaned forward and with almost excruciating slowness—for himself and for Tina—he pushed his cock into the girl's gloriously tight little asshole. As fat as Jake's cock-head was, when it was squished to fit into the constriction of Tina's asshole, it was no longer his cock's widest point. That nearly-incompressible measurement occurred about half way down its length. As Jake's cock continued its stretch of Tina's sphincter, she forced herself to keep her ass-muscles relaxed, thoroughly enjoying the slow, gradual increase of the strangely pleasing ache that would have kept her pussy tingling even if there was not a tongue wiggling its way through it at the same time.

Apocalypse With my eyes on his sleeping face, and by touching him with feather light hands, I made sure he didn’t wake up, while I created a Shibari art with some Asanawa rope. The rope consists of three strands of jute thinner ropes twisted together. This made it strong but also soft and flexible at the same time. I knew as soft as it might feel, if knotted too tight the rope can bite painfully into the flesh. I needed to put the right amount of tension when making the knots to keep him tightly bound but not to hurt him. At least not too much, I smile at that thought.

“You’ve got to suck your breath in, I’ve barely begun tightening it up.” In a way it felt strange trying to put on the dress and at some point I wanted to get it away from me fast as I could, still I couldn't It felt like she was squeezing the life out of me and it got to a point that I just couldn't take it anymore. “For goodness’ sake, woman, I can't suck in my breath more than this.” I sat on the bed with a thud. “You just have to, there are people waiting there already." She pauses. “It's just your back I’m having trouble with. The laces are gonna be gaping at the seams if I can’t cinch them in any tighter.”