Black Slave Sex Stories Novels & Stories

My hot, wet body eager and ready for him to take. When he finally slid into me, I was again aware of how full he made me feel and how good it felt. For a race that had slaves unable to think straight and easily deny them their sexual desires I was starting to understand they were incredible lovers. Maybe this whole slave thing wasn't as bad as I'd initially thought? I didn't know for sure, but I did know I was enjoying every moment of being bedded, my hands running over smooth toned skin and exploring him as much as he explored me.

Turning away from us, he spoke to Elvin, who I assumed was a steward of some sort. “The Game begins in three days. Ensure they are physically fit for island deployment.” His voice was steady and controlled. “Of course, Master Kalev,” Elvin responded. My heart clutched. Game? A cold weight settled in my stomach. My mind raced, piecing it all together. We weren’t being inspected for labour. We were being inspected to participate in the… …the Slave Games? The realization ripped through me, sharp like a razor blade. We weren’t brought here to work. We were brought here to die! To fight for our lives on some island, all in the name of entertainment.

“Your greedy little cunt belongs to us now.” Nancy could only sob and scream in ecstasy, her body trapped and used between the two massive Black men as Abel fucked her into oblivion, his thick cock stretching her pussy to its absolute limit.

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

The door slammed shut behind us. José grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "You think popping that cherry for some rich white boy is gonna be special? We're gonna take it right here on this bar top." My pulse quickened. The idea sent a bloom of heat straight between my legs. I was supposed to stay pure for my parents' choice, they said I couldn't let there be a scandal. But the thought of these rough men popping my cherry actually thrilled me. "Fuck you... You can't do shit," I chuckled. José nodded at the bald biker. "Show her what that mouth is really for."

She tried to see if I really meant it, I wasn't lying because I meant every shit. I had no time to waste, telling her, “ Remember you are mine, my slave- sex slave.” She nodded, recalling the deal that we had made earlier. I smiled, seated on the wc as I gestured for her to go on her knees. She went on her knees like an animal, crawling to me as I spread my legs and shot my ass out. She crawled to my side, like a good puppy, she started from my leg, licking and kissing my ankle as I pressed my head against the wall with my eyes closed.

"I definitely knew a lot of the maidservants had eyes for me and I didn't force anyone. Actually, they are the ones who came asking for more but I don't dick a pussy twice" "You're the first woman I have had sex with countless times" "I am? what about Zasha? I thought she was your girlfriend?" "I was reluctant to sleep with her but she asked for it and after that, I got tired and didn't touch her again" "No wonder she cheated on you" "Like I care. I had no feelings for her" "Who is this guy?" I asked referring to the black guy whose image was now on his computer. "Williams Wale. He's a Nigerian and also very troublesome but very hard working. He can do the work of three people at a time. Him

Thalia fiddles with her fingers as she struggles to find the right words to use in other to persuade Alpha Brandon for her to skip this one. Thalia closed her eyes and she recalled how Rani, her sister told the story about such a celebration, screaming and wailing of females that refused to consent to male sexual advances, the place was filled with scent, not sweet scent but that of sex. Some slaves died as a result of excess sex and since alpha Brandon is the host, she guessed it would be more bloody and erotic. The man is a sex addict.

"I don't want to be their slave." I don't tell her about the other stories I'd heard about the barbarians, like how they would sell their slave to other men to bed, after they grew tired of their own, how they would rape a slave if she did not submit willingly, and how sometimes barbarians would put their women on display in horrid public events. I'm determined to get us out alive and free, and I'm determined to find Cordell again. I want to see his red-brown hair, bright green eyes, and a sunny smile. I want to hear him laugh and feel his rose-petal lips on my skin when he kisses

“But the two slaves were certainly strange. My father regarded them as sex objects, and most certainly played the part. I suppose that’s why he liked them so much. They didn’t put up a fuss. They just did all of the things they knew he enjoyed.” “How do you know of this?” I asked, feeling slightly appalled. Her cheeks heated, a light shade of pink. Then she shifted and fumbled with her fingers in her lap. “My father is quite open about his sexual endeavors. He does not tell these things to me, but I hear him when he speaks to his friends. I know all about his promiscuity.” “And the slaves?” I pressed. “What were they like?”