Power Play Erotica Stories

“Bounce those titties for us babe!” Daisy’s words were slurred from laughter and alcohol. The flush started as a prickling heat between her breasts, spreading like wildfire up her neck and into her cheeks. Her pulse throbbed in her ears, a frantic drumbeat against the sound of their laughter. But she knew the rules if she wanted to speak. Fixing the clamps on her nipples, she started to bounce on her heels, her boobs jiggling with each motion.

The peal of laughter from Daisy’s friends sent waves of embarrassment through her. The clamps on her nipples, making them jut out stiff and hard. Each bounce sent a jolt through the clamps, a reminder of their presence and her vulnerability. But even that was fuel now, feeding a dark, throbbing heat that spread through her body. She knew what she must look like, naked and bouncing. Daisy and her friends had their own private dancer and entertainment. Why did she let Daisy do these things to her? She knew why, of course. The shame, the exposure, the feeling of being utterly at Daisy’s mercy… it was a twisted kind of thrill. A thrill she both craved and despised.

“Well, babe, what is it you wanted to tell me?” Daisy was barely paying attention, drinking from the beer bottle in her hand and laughing with her friends. Kathy bounced harder, knowing it brought their attention firmly on her tits, which was the only attention she was going to get.

“I… I got that promotion at work today!” Her face turned redder and redder as she said it. She had been so proud when she’d been told she got it. Now, though, in front of these young women, it seemed like much less of an achievement. She wasn’t hardworking, capable, Kathy here, she was just… bouncing tits. That disconnect was a chasm, widening with every bounce. The Kathy who negotiated contracts and managed teams felt distant, almost unreal. This naked, humiliated version was the only one that mattered here, the only one that Daisy and her friends saw…

“You know what to say.” Richard’s voice was thick with lust and victory.

Kathy moaned, pushing back on his fat, hard, shaft with a desperate need. His hand cracked against her ass, a stinging blow that made her flesh ripple, and he laughed.

“Say it Kathy.” Richard commanded, his voice a low growl that vibrated against her skin. He paused, letting the silence stretch, the anticipation another weapon he wielded with cruel precision.

Kathy squeezed her eyes shut, a silent battle raging within. No, no, no, her mind screamed, but her body throbbed a traitorous agreement with Richard’s rhythm. Shame and a shocking spark of pleasure warred within her. The worst thing was, she thought he might be right. Richard’s huge cock plunged deep, stretching her until she felt raw and exposed. The head of his cock pressed against her cervix, a sensation that was both painful and intensely arousing.

A sharp, painful pleasure shot through her, stealing her breath and leaving a metallic tang on her tongue. He was toying with her, a cruel puppeteer pulling the strings of her desire. He knew exactly how close she was, and the knowledge that he controlled her pleasure so easily was a humiliation that only fueled her arousal further.

She’d been so sure of herself. A dumb, drunken, bet, but a chance to put the arrogant “Dick” in his place. Her girlfriend was shocked when Kathy agreed to it.

“Are you fucking serious?” Daisy hissed.

“Come on, 500 bucks and I get to humiliate him in front of his friends?” Kathy slurred the words, well past thinking clearly about the consequences of this bet…

A low moan escaped Mia’s lips, the sound swallowed by the humid air under the bleachers. Her full ass quivered as it moved up and down the hard shaft of the young man beneath her. Each descent brought a fresh wave of sensation, her inner muscles clenching and releasing around him. She felt the slick heat of her own arousal coating him, satisfaction blooming in her belly as she sank deeper, feeling the stretch, the fullness, a delicious ache that demanded more despite his clumsy efforts.

A smirk played on Mia’s lips as she tightened her grip further, feeling the answering surge from hi. He was so easy to control, a puppet dancing to the tune of her desire. She didn’t need finesse from him, just raw, untamed energy. And he had plenty of that. Each upward thrust filled her, stretched her, a delicious invasion that made her breath catch in her throat. She was in control, and it was intoxicating.

Mia had sensed the boy’s interest weeks ago. The way his eyes lingered on her body when he thought she wasn’t looking. College boys never could control themselves, which made her job at the campus bookstore perfect and her seduction easy. All she had to do was move close to him, ask him some innocent sounding questions and accidentally brush against him and the boy was hard…