Erotic Sex Slave Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Taught to Obey: Stretching Her Pussy for the Step-Father The Midnight Intruder: Fucked While My Husband Sleeps The Office Orgy: Taking the Whole Boardroom Stuffed and Satisfied: A Debt Paid in Semen The Step-Brother’s Claim: Marking Her Ass as His Territory The Frat House Slut: Taking Every Cock In Sight Double Penetrated and Degraded: The Maid’s True Calling Pussy on the Edge: Used Until She Could Barely Walk The Master’s Debt: Taking It All From Every Side

His words hit me like cruel slaps, and as each word was uttered, I cringed. Sell. Amusing. Slave. Reality came crashing down, pushing all the air out of my body. I felt nauseous, my stomach constricted, and my throat constricted. No more movie associations. No more fictional characters to relate to. This is real. Is destiny. I am… an item, a commodity. He turned you into a whore, Nana, a damn whore. Eric kept talking, but I barely heard anything. Hardly, I stop myself from retching and clearing my throat, “Having fun means sex right? A sex slave?”

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Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

Saliva from his mouth on my neck, trailing down. "Oh yea... ageeeeghhhh... hhhh." Uncontrollable shivers. Fingers slid deeper, parting walls. "Oh yeah... harder... add another!" Hollered whisper. He pumped three now, stretching sore pussy. "Dirty girl three fingers for brother's anytime hole. Love the pain? Beg for cock again." "Yes, fuck more!" Another small climax, body trembling. He chuckled, pulling fingers out, making me suck them clean tasting us mixed. "Good slut. Sleep now, dream of me using you."

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“So wet already. You love sneaking around, don’t you?” “Yes—fuck me harder,” she gasped. “Your cock feels so good. Pound my married pussy. Make me cum quick.” He gripped her hips and slammed into her, the sound of skin slapping filling the small room. “Take it. Just like old times. Your husband has no idea how much of a slut you are for me.” I kept recording, breath shallow. The sight was nasty and hot in a way that made my thighs press together. My own father and Damon’s mother. Here. Now.

Chapter – 0002 Lila POV I walked into the lecture hall for my required Intro to Erotic Literature seminar with my thighs still sore from last night and my mind a complete mess. The campus was buzzing with first-day energy students laughing, comparing schedules, flirting shamelessly but all I could think about was Damon’s thick cock stretching me open in that dark art studio. The way he hadn’t pulled out even after the mask slipped. The way he’d thrust one last time while I came around him like a desperate whore.

And I wanted to be punished: Perhaps that, more than anything else. I began reading erotic BDSM stories. For a while this seemed to be enough. It allowed me to escape my life, if only for short periods of time. Erotic BDSM stories were challenging to find in my small town and soon found myself searching sites on the internet. This opened up a whole new world: Before I knew it, I was placing ads on personals sites, trying to make my dream a reality. Initially the responses were just crude. Even the ones I decided to contact, seemed a little beyond what I was looking for: Cruel men, perhaps dangerous too. Finally I received a response from Tony.