Erotic Sex Slave Stories Novels & Stories

Bernice was speechless. "All sex slaves are highly sexed," I explained. "Their Masters or Mistresses expect them to have sex at a moments notice. They go naked all the time or without underclothes so they are always ready for sex. They can fuck without foreplay and cum easily and often. The greatest punishment I can give my slaves is not letting them cum. They would much prefer being spanked with a paddle then denied their orgasms. If I were to finger Dawn now, she'd probably cum within three or four minutes. All of them agree the sex they have as a slave is superior to anything they experienced before they became slaves." Bernice looked to Dawn for confirmation and she nodded it was true. "

Ethan ripped her top off, grabbed her tits hard and slapped them. “These fat tits are made for abuse.” Jax yanked her skirt up and shoved her to her knees on the dirty concrete floor. “Open that fucking mouth.” Two hard cocks slapped against her face. Lia opened wide like a starving slut. Ethan shoved his thick cock down her throat first, balls-deep in one thrust, making her gag violently. Spit exploded from her lips as he fucked her face mercilessly, her glasses fogging and sliding down her nose. “Choke on it, you pathetic virgin-turned-whore. This is what you were born for.”

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

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

His fingers closed around it, like he had done it before and never been told no in a way that mattered. “Let go,” I said immediately. Instead, he leaned in slightly, voice lowering. “Do you know what I think?” he said, almost conversational. “Women like you just like to get fucked by rich men. That’s why you end up in places like this instead of somewhere respectable.” A flicker of heat rose in my chest, but I kept my expression neutral. “You don’t know anything about me.” “You look like a whore,” he sneered. “Oh, maybe you really wanted to get fucked that’s why you’re arguing with us?”

JULIA When we'd finished fucking, the other slaves were eager to hear all about it. They dragged us back to the pool Lisa and I were prodded to tell them everything about our Master and the sex we had. Being lesbians, they were interested in whether Lisa and I were allowed to pleasure each other in addition to our Master. We both admitted we had engaged in sapphic love with each other as well as other women. We said neither of us had been with a woman before we'd started our slavery.

He shoved his huge width into her, stretching her pussy until she thought she would break. "AAHHH! Zane! It's so thick!" "Hold on to me, Lily!" Zane shouted. The Masterpiece of Flesh Zane began to pound into her. This was the steamiest, messiest sex Lily had ever had. Every time he pushed, the paint on their bodies mixed together. Red and gold smeared across his chest and her stomach. The sound of their bodies hitting was wet and loud. Slap. Squelch. Slap. The erotica of the studio was raw. Zane was biting her shoulders, leaving marks that mixed with the red paint. He was pulling her hair, moving her head so he could look into her eyes. He wanted to see her pleasure.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

What started as raw, private sex became something far darker and more explosive. Isabella locked the door and dropped to her knees beside the bed. While Marcus continued pounding Sophia mercilessly, Isabella leaned in and licked where they were joined — her tongue sliding over Sophia’s swollen clit and along Marcus’s thick, glistening shaft with every thrust. The wet, obscene sounds of licking, sucking, and slapping skin filled the luxurious cabin. “Such greedy little sluts,” Marcus growled, voice dark and commanding. “Sharing my cock like the filthy best friends you are. Deeper, Isabella. Choke on it while I wreck her cunt.”

“Feel that, Emma? Mommy’s pussy kissing yours. So fucking wet for each other.” “Yes… oh god, it feels amazing,” I moaned, grinding up against her harder. We tribbed frantically, pussies sliding and slapping together. I reached down and spread her lips wider so our clits could grind directly. Sarah did the same to me. The friction built quickly, pushing us both toward another peak. Jake couldn’t stay away any longer. He knelt beside us, stroking his thick cock as he watched. “My god… look at you two sluts rubbing pussies.”