Black Slave Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Kelvin ordered his voice commanding and rough as he yanked me off Melvin’s hold, carrying me bridal style and threw me on the bed. Melvin towered over me. He was still naked. He held his veiny length in his hand, rubbing it. “You wanted this little sis? Is that why you were watching?. Was it why you got wet watching your step brother huh. Damn you're such a little slut.” “Well you're not gonna get it easily. You'll have to beg for it.” He said as he rubbed his length on my core teasingly without putting it in. The pressure made me feel so vulnerable down there. I wanted to use my hands but Kelvin was quick to hold my hand up above my head, pinning it on the bed. “Please” I was ashamed as I s

"Your pussy CRAVES what I have to give it. You know this, though your prissy Imperium pride will never admit it. You are like the Imperium men we slew along the city walls. They thought themselves great warriors, but they were nothing more than decadent prigs filled with a sense of self-importance built upon oppression and lies. You are the same, 'noble' bitch; you are just a cunt, tits, and ass, but you think yourself a goddess with a right to rule over us. We will now show you EXACTLY what you are, bitch, and soon your daughter will join in your ordeal." As he growled that last remark, Okotwe seized up and groaned. His thick jism surged through the tip of his cock, bathing Abanri's cunt an

He just had that fantasy of breaking me into pieces because he believed that he owned me one way or the other. Now I made a mistake of allowing him to have access to my body and I was sure that he would not stop there. He was going to make it a routine and I didn't think I could keep up with any of that because then it would mean that I was also agreeing to become his sex slave.

I gasped, eyes wide. ‎He didn't flinch; he just stood there and let me see him. His cock was so long and thick with veins popping, much longer than Damon's. I clenched my thighs tightly, gosh I'm dripping just from the sight of his mighty cock. ‎My eyes roamed up to his muscular chest, his skin glowed lightly with heat, and his hair was wet and tousled; he seemed to have been wacking off before I walked in. ‎"I'm Charles Blackwill," he introduced smoothly, his fingers stroking his cock slowly. "Damon's young uncle. His dad's little brother."

James’s obsession with my dad after three centuries was out of my mind, why couldn’t he just keep his mouth shut like a good friend. I took a deep breath as the silver seeping through my veins stopped eventually and replied, “I raised my hand at Shyla, James. How can I call myself a man after hurting a woman?” James nodded, understanding my point and told me. “The head warrior said that they don’t keep records of sexual services of slaves. An average omega starts serving their superiors after fifteen...” His long speech about the Blood Moon Pack made me realize two things: One, Shyla was an extraordinary woman who had survived the hardships of slavery.

Thorne said quickly, his voice tight with urgency. “You didn’t hear what I said earlier?” the woman—his mother—asked. “I said Why didn’t you call me yesterday about what I told you? I was expecting you to call me, but I did more research. And I heard that sex between a slave who has the binding blood pact and her mate could break the bond, only if she loves her mate. Meaning…if she loves someone and they copulate, the bond will break automatically. By the way, why are you asking?”

I was lifted from the ground and dropped at the back of a black van, before I could gather enough strength to protest, I felt the van speed away. The car drove all through the night and by dawn, I heard the car stop. I was still dizzy but I could hear them talking. “Miss Sar—Sorry —Miss Victoria really got a pretty one this time. I bet selling her as a sex slave would bring us a loooot of money," one of the muscular men said. “I'm not quite sure about that, she very very skinny. I think Miss Victoria should have just abandoned her to die that night”. Replied the other one.

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

He may be my first mate and this is the first time I became a slave, but I am not innocent to these kinds of things. Some of the girls in my village who became a slave and was freed by their masters were talking about this stuff. They said it is normal for slaves to be s*x slaves. Some of them are even enjoying it. My back is resting in comfort against the soft mattress when suddenly, the bed rocked. Ryler positioned himself on top of me. I was busy traveling my eyes all around the room that I did not notice him approaching. He leveled his face at me. His eyes locked on mine. Without removing his gaze at me, he reach for my hands and held my wrists to place them above my head.

He did and she nodded her head nervously. "I wanted to take things easy with you but you don't want that. You want to show the most dangerous man how tough and stubborn you are. So from today, you will be my slave. Not just a slave, but my sex slave, my sex toy, my sex object." Jennifer was shocked. She didn't see that coming. "I don't understand. What do you mean by your sex slave?" Jennifer said.