Black Slave Sex Stories Novels & Stories

She spent a few days with the man that bought her. The man was a drunkard and he enjoyed beating her. She was lucky that he didn’t have an interest in kids. She had heard that slaves were easily raped, and they would spend days hating themselves. Most of those women would end their own lives after years of being abused. Those days of living with the old man was short. He had a gambling problem and soon lost all of his money. He didn’t have enough money for alcohol, so he sold her off to the slave-traders.

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.

"Is that really all she is to you?" "To be completely honest with you, Hillian, I cannot even bring myself to sleep with her," my father confessed, stepping closer and lowering his tone like he was sharing a secret. "She is gorgeous to look at, yes, but I am simply not sexually attracted to her at all. She fulfills her duties as the lady of the house, and I give her an unlimited credit card. It is a business transaction." A surge of strange, conflicting emotions churned deep in my chest. I felt disgust at his callousness, but deep down, a dark, dangerous sense of relief washed over me.

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