Romans & histoires Vore Kink

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

He took a mouthful of beer and looked towards the door. “He introduced me to sub and Doms, and I really liked it, but the relationship with him fizzled. I talked to Vixen about the lifestyle. Vixen has always good to talk to. She wanted to try it. It was already sort of the dynamic between us, you know? Vixen is Vixen, after all, and I am me. She never was shy about what she liked in the bedroom,” he drew in a breath and released it with a shrug. “She came along to a club with me one time, and that was it. Turns out we shared the same kink, all along.” “Match made in heaven, eh?” Raven thought there were gaps in the story.

Tony always knew how to handle me well and I guess that's why we managed to date for so long. Typing the URL, it loaded immediately and I clicked on the first video I laid my eyes on. The sound of a woman moaning loudly echoed through the living room of my house as her fingers rubbed her pussy. Seeing her like that had me wet in an instant. I sat well in bed ready for a self service session. I deserved it. I was a sex kink and any sex video, be it a lesbian video, a gay video or even straight as long as there were Ds and Vs, always got me off.

“She is a Dominatrix? I thought so.” “Yes. She’s a good one too, but I never enjoyed being dominated. That’s not my kink. Anyway, I thought this was a perfect place for a BDSM club, so Rowan and I designed it together.” “A kink club? But it’s just a fancy restaurant.” “To the average island goer, yes. Behind that waterfall is a cave entrance to the hottest kink club in the world..."

I liked it. Standing again, in front of him, I felt shy and self conscious, I was standing right next to him, and he looked that good, and I probably looked like a cat dragged out of water. “First, I need to know that you understand, these kinks, these fetishes, they sometimes have to do with real life issues, like you told that woman from the station, they may be happening in real life, but they are different in the sense that, these are controlled, the entire thing is controlled.”

Even when he grins and winks at me after saying it, it still has the same effect on me. “Jesus, you’re getting her all wet, she’s dripping all over me!” Jory spreads my legs to show the others, and I redden, hiding my face in his chest. “Well, she did say that she loves being treated this way. Now, I actually believe that our girl has a kink fetish. She is a true sub.” Knox states, “But, we really need to talk about this before the two of you go and abuse her poor holes for the rest of the night.” He chuckles.

“You’ll drag me straight to hell, and I’ll thank you for it.” She whimpered again, the sound feeding me the same way worship songs did. I kept watching my cock slide in and out of her, each time glistening more. I held back in the office, but I didn't hold back now, I fucked her so hard she was screaming at the top of her lungs, and that didn't matter. This was my home, no one was coming in this late but her, she was bold, she was sexy, she was amazing. “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” she gasped, unknowingly feeding my kink back to me. “The biggest,” she cried out, her words stuttering. “The hardest, oh please—Father...don’t stop. Don't fucking stop!” She whimpered.

And Vanessa is not ready for that side yet, evidenced by the way she’s now tensed against me. Or maybe that’s because I stopped purring. Kev takes over the rumbling vibration, his finger still tracing her spine. “I left the knives in the kitchen.” I relax a bit. “Good.” “But I want to see her play with your knot. Maybe even test her gag reflex, too.” He waggles his brows. I almost roll my eyes. His kink pushes a myriad of boundaries, something Vanessa is going to have to learn to accommodate.

I leaned closer to her and whispered against her lips, “And you think a little blöod would turn me off? Do you really think that my côck covered in your blôod is something I wouldn't want?” She squinted her eyes at me, looking fûcking adorable as she asked, “What is it with you and my blóod? Is it some kind of kink you're into?” “I am into all kinds of kink that include you. You. You are my fûcking kink, little devil.” Her eyes widened and the brown in them deepened to the darkest form. And this time she was the one who leaned down and erased the remaining distance as she kissed me with a hunger that rivalled mine.

She had his soul from the moment she made eye contact with him. Submissive women are more my kink, but I've come to a conclusion after watching her tonight. I have several kinks, but the most severe and insatiable kink of all is Aurora, I have an Aurora kink. I'm a puppet for whatever this woman has to offer, she doesn't know this but there's nothing I won't let her do to me just to have those eyes on me.