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And by that I mean seeing her being pleasured like never before by dark-skinned men with large penises, with huge staying power, with tremendous semen loads. Seeing her enjoying it during prolonged lovemaking sessions with these men, orgasming, and all that, just dominated so many of my private thoughts. Anyway, I finally got up the gumption to really talk to her. I begged her to share some fantasies with me, and as usual she denied she had any. I then started telling her about my own. We were sitting together on the couch and I watched her reactions carefully. Just releasing these things to her and watching her listening, turned me on immensely, my cock hardening, and my mouth and throat go

Grace said quietly. “Very good! Anything else?” “The first Black human slaves were brought from what would be America Santo Domingo,” Chloe said. “And why is that really important?” “Legends about those Black human slaves meant werewolves were scared of humans and killed them. People thought Black humans could rise from the dead and eat people’s brains.” “Yes, they thought Black humans were zombies,” Dr. Hayes said. I stuck my head in front of the camera lens on the laptop. “A little ghoulish for right before bedtime, don’t you think, Dr. Hayes?”

She knew what I wanted to hear and replied, "Oh yes, Master, I would love that." Now I was near my release so I had her quickly flip over onto her back while I moved to stand right over her face. She continued to talk while I stroked my cock. "Just imagine all those men using your slave for their pleasure. Pounding my pussy and ass with their hard cocks. Spraying their cum all over my body."

I swallowed the whole cock again and began to move it back and forth, always using more force and also scratching the inside of his leg. It didn't take long and his body tensed up more, his taste became stronger and I knew he was about to cum, so just as the first spurt was about to come out, I pulled my mouth away and stopped all the stimulation. The slave couldn't stand it and said. "No!" The man's voice echoed. I heard my Master's laughter and I turned my face away, he moved and I got back on all fours, standing at his feet. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

He ran his fingers through his small mustache on his face while comfortably leaning back on the black, soft chair, surrounded by women. He looked attractive with his fair olive skin and thick black hair. But then again, a person who goes to the black market to buy people is equivalent to the devil. I've heard many stories about people being sold to different "owners." Some become sex slaves, forced to do dirty work, or even tortured and killed. None of the stories I heard before ever had a happy ending. But I wouldn't let that happen to me as well. "One million dollars! Going once? Going twice?" The host became more excited as he was about to hit the hammer against the flat wood.

“She is my daughter.” The generals exchanged glances, a rare flicker of surprise tightening their grim faces. General Thornek shifted in his seat, his stitched mouth twitching behind his cowl. “You’d offer your own blood…your only child as a sex slave to the beast?” Narkhul spat, his voice like scorched parchment. In all his years taking slaves, he’d never seen a parent so willingly offer their own blood to the Beast. “She carries your mark, Fenrik,” General Thornek snarled, his fist slamming onto the table. “Or is the name of your house so thin now you’d offer it to the Beast?”

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

He got turned on just by watching her touch herself sensually. A soft moan escaped from his lips, but not loud enough for Adena to hear. His manhood was growing in size, just by watching his slave take a bath. He never thought he would lust after his slave like this. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful slave he had ever had, with defined curves. He watched as she ran her fingers through her hair, then caressed her n!pples and how she let the shower pour on her wounded back. "F*ck" he breathed out. He was turning her on so bad that he almost lost control. He wanted to pounce on her inside the shower, right there. But he wasn't going to let himself stoop that low, she was a slave.

" Sarah hadn't had the chance to glance at the papers. I could hear her choke on her own breath at the words I uttered. This man was after my body all along. But he didn't want an one night stand, he wanted a toy in his possession. "Not quite!" He chuckled. This is not what slavery was like baby girl. You can trust me! I have a very close perspective on that subject! " I dunno what his words did to me but I think it created a black hole at my pit. My soul was getting sick at the area around my naval.

“Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?