Romans & histoires Erotic Sex Slave Stories

The dirty words, the forbidden reality of who he was, and the way he owned my body pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, thrusting harder, deeper. His voice took on a darker, primal edge. “I’m going to breed this tight little cunt. Pump you full of my cum until it’s dripping out of you. You want that? You want me to knock you up while your best friend has no idea?” His absolutely filthy words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him violently as my orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, screaming his name, my body shaking in the cuffs as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

I set my eyes on the longs notes and I began to read. _A SIGNED AGREEMENT BETWEEN MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE AND MR NICHOLAS HILLS_ #CONTENT Miss Corvette Vincete hereby submits to Mr Nicholas Hills as his sex slave. SEX SLAVE: A slave kept for the purpose of sexual exploitation. It is a condition in which one human being is owned by another and is forced or otherwise coerced into working in the sex trade. RESPONSIBILITIES OF MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE (sex slave) to MR NICHOLAS HILLS (master)

Gorgeous curves, seductive faces, and they worked hard to keep in shape. I was an exception. I had the potential to look sexy if I tried hard. The thought of orgies and polyamory didn't excite me. They disgusted me to the core, and I wanted to run away. But life was harsh, and I would probably end up in a brothel sooner or later if I pulled such a stunt. It's a man's world, and all men were assholes. At least the royal assholes had money and treated us with some respect.

Ice spread through my body as his fingers travelled down, making me shiver uncontrollably in disgust. “I thought I made it all clear to you at the bathroom,” he made his way under my legs and slipped two fingers into my moist hole. “You are now under my control. You are my sex slave. And I’ll do to you whatever I want.” “Ahhh…ahhh,” my tear-stained voice broke out in cracking sobs. “Please… Hermes...stop… Please stop.”

The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher. The story was hot and was a tremendous turn-on for Elias. He had never really considered going that far, but the thought of it intrigued him. As the e-mails continued to come in, Elias saw that Selena had moved on to another story called "The Making of an Office Slut" which dealt with a female office executive, who was also blackmailed into submission by her secretary and was forced into performing various sexually degrading, painful, and humiliating acts.

Is lust not just the manifestation of animal desire? “Now the sex potion is working on your young white wife,” the Papuan boy said, “We can begin with the fucking.” The six now totally naked Papuan men approached the sex bed. All paid homage to the naked young white maiden as they brandished their erect dark cocks in their hands. The thirty-year-old Papuan with the impressive long but thin cock told Emma to stand up off the bed. Without question, in a sex slave mode, Emma did. Long dark cock lay on his back on the bed, his rampant slender phallus pointing to the moon. I knelt beside the bed to get a silhouette of his erect dark cock against the white moon.

My internal walls are screaming, crushed between the two twins, while the Feral is forcing me to take every inch of him. I am a whore for the sensation. My brain has stopped trying to make sense of anything. I am just a map of nerves and heat. I am thinking about how unhinged this is, how I am being used by three men at once while a fourth watches, and how I want it to get even dirtier. I want to be ruined until I can't remember how to speak. "Harder," Prime commands. He slaps my ass, the sound echoing like a crack of thunder in the quiet pit. "Break her. Fill her up until she can't take another drop."

"Slap her tits. Make her moan for it." One of the men reached under me and slapped my hanging breasts, the sharp sting making my nipples tighten. José kept spanking my ass between thrusts, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin on skin. The man beneath me thrust upward harder, his cock bottoming out with every stroke while the one in my throat fucked my face without mercy. I came again, harder this time, my scream muffled around the cock stretching my lips. My juices sprayed out around the shaft in my pussy, running down my thighs. Kyle's breathing turned into ragged gasps. "Fill her up. Cum in all three holes."

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.