Erotic Sex Slave Stories Novels & Stories

Still, after everything is over the slaves have to come back to their rooms and wash properly, eat and rest awaiting another long agonizing night. But it was obvious that Erin had taken a bath. He even smelled of expensive oil. Damon's heart skipped and he turned the other around to face him. "He raped you?" he whispered and Erin covered his mouth with both his hands. "Please do not speak that out loud," he cried, tears giving a subdued gleam to the poor boy's face. "I do not want to be sold as a sex slave. It is much worse than being a pleasure slave." Erin's body shivered with fear as he spoke.

but that was what I liked,she was the only one that could make me cum,I was still her slave even in her death,when I was done I’ll wipe it off and fuck the tissue between the flowers I got her. But I wanted more,so I started paying women,to fuck me in the ass over her grave,i would call them all Stacy ,I didn’t care what their names were ,I just wanted Stacy to fuck me. I knew Stacy (my wife) was watching me,I knew she enjoyed the show,watching me degrade myself,like a worthless piece of shit,cumming again and again,while I was fucked and fingered by some random woman,who my twisted mind imagined to be Stacy.

His balls hitting my pussy and the sound of skin slapping skin echoed around the room with each thrust he made. “Arghh…mmm….ngghhh. Fuckkkkk me harderrr. Fasterrrr!!” My moans sounded slutty but at this point, I couldn't care what I sounded like. All I could think of was his cock hitting my G spot and driving me over the edge. Every thrust sent me sliding forward on the desk, tits bouncing and every time, he pulled me by the hair to do it again. “Ohh fuckkk. Yess yesss. Xavierr! Ohh goddd. Arrghh….mmmm.. Fuck…me…senseless. Ahhh.” I cried out, my newly manicured fingers clawing at the desk.

She was already slurring from the intensity, thin threads of saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth and forming a small puddle on the table. The girl shuddered violently several times. A few weak waves of thin white fluid shot from the head of her little cock, spraying onto the edge of the table. She was flipped onto her back again. Her sweat-soaked white shirt hung uselessly around her waist, while most of her smooth back was covered in fine beads of sweat and the red erotic marks left by the man when he had leaned over her for fierce kisses. Her fair, supple buttocks were almost completely exposed, her tight little hole slapped red by the repeated impact of his heavy, dark balls. Be

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.

Have you been taking any medicine after s*x" Luciana asked and she shook her head. I'll go prepare the medicine for you, it helps in relieving plains too, not because I cared but because I pity you enough to not want you dead if you eventually gets pregnant and he found out. Over 50 sex slaves had gotten pregnant and he slayed them all" Luciana said. "May the gods forbid me conceiving for a monster"Galene muttered. "Good you said so" Luciana said and left the room going to prepare the after s*x herbal medicine.

Evari said, She shut her eyes in pain, that she has to tell them she was the king's sex slave to be free, Like being the king's slave is a regal and respectable position. "Hahaha, You still hoped for your survival ? Do you know how much the men that'd have your cunt are ? They are about ten instructors, Burly and rough ones, They'd fuck your cunt and it'd tear to no repair, They'd fumble your breast till it sagged and fall off your chest, And you'd die the cruellest death !" He said devilishly, Evari's heart thumped really heard. Fear held her in a tightening grip, She was terrified to death merely imagining that,

You had secured a space on his bed. She wanted that badly. She wanted to know how fucking The Master felt like. She wanted to get a taste of the excitement, the ecstasy. Given the manner the slave girl, and the women he occasionally came home with screamed all sorts of obscenities, it was undoubtedly true that the fuck was good. Master was a sex god.

"I have a bit of a problem" "What problem is that?" "Back at my old master's estate, I did not only work as a slave" my eyes perked in interest "I offered other services...." She hesitated. "To the men" my mouth opened in shock. "Did they force you?" "No..No..Nothing like that. Not the other times at least. My first time wasn't entirely consensual but it unlocked something in me. A constant desire to have sex with others. And so I did the only thing that I could to make myself satisfied"

All she could feel was his huge erect dick pressing so hard against her ass, making her feel the pending need to feel him deep inside her. "It's not helping that he's just so fucking hot and seductive," she thought to herself as a soft moan escaped her lips when Eric twisted her nipples through her clothing. "Oh, fuck, Mr. Eric, please," she whimpered to herself. "Remember what the contract said. You are mine, and I have every right to do to you as I wish. You are not to tell me what to do to you. You are my sex slave, and I have every authority over you. I am the boss of you, so you do as I say," Eric said in a dominating voice, worsening the desire raging through her system.