Erotic Sex Slave Stories Novels & Stories

Her screams of pleasure and pain pealed loudly across the yards. As we came down from our climax, she again reached between her legs and started to gather up our excess liquids. She put her hand to her mouth and licked the flow from her hand. With a smile of pure lust, she spoke, “A good slave should clean her master after sex.”

I’d heard stories whispered among the servants back home—rumors of an underground den where music never stopped, where girls were paraded on their knees, collared, chained, forced to spread for men who had enough money to break them in half. Here, they weren’t daughters. They weren’t wolves. They weren’t human. They were sluts, whores, holes to be bought and ruined. And that’s what I was now. I could almost hear the girls before me being dragged, their screams swallowed up by the noise, their tears hidden under flashing lights. I could smell it too—sweat, liquor, sex, all mixing in the air. The scent of men who had already used their toys.

He just had that fantasy of breaking me into pieces because he believed that he owned me one way or the other. Now I made a mistake of allowing him to have access to my body and I was sure that he would not stop there. He was going to make it a routine and I didn't think I could keep up with any of that because then it would mean that I was also agreeing to become his sex slave.

A SEX SLAVE FOR MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND 1. My name is Sami, and I am 33 years old. I have been a slave for about three years. Prior to that I was married to a nice, but VERY vanilla man. He had been brought up that having sex was for making babies, and that's it. He didn't follow that to the letter, as we did have sex occasionally...but certainly not often and definitely not very exciting. The master has asked me to write about our relationship from the beginning until now. Sharing it with you is part of the task as well. Just like any task that I do, there are rules. The rules for this are as follows:

The combined friction was too much; I came instantly, a long, hard, screaming orgasm that left me shaking violently. "Damn," he said, his breath hot against the back of my neck as he started to move. "Your greedy little pussy couldn't even wait for the pounding, huh? You're just a thirsty little slut for your Master, aren't you?" "No, Master, I couldn't wait... your cock is pure magic!" I shook my head, my face pressed into the counter. "Please, just destroy me. Fuck me like the whore I am!"

They switched positions over and over, and I came again and again until my voice was almost gone and my body felt weak. At the peak, four men had me at once. One in my mouth, one in my pussy, one in my ass, and one in my hand. They used me roughly, slapping my tits lightly, pulling my hair, and calling me a dirty cumslut, and I loved every second. The sounds were so nasty, wet slapping, gagging, and moaning. The smell of sex was thick in the air, and my body was covered in sweat and cum.

"That bad, huh?" "Becks, she tried to force me to have sex with her down in the basement storage rooms," you said. Becks blinked and then set down her drink. "You're kidding me." "I'm not," you said. You opened the box of doughnuts and offered her one. "She lied to get Sabrina out of the room and then basically told me I was going to be her fuckboy sex slave, or she'd go cry sexual harassment to the Partners. And who is going to believe me over her?"

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

They alternated, spit-roasting me, hands pinning my wrists. I came repeatedly, body shaking, until they both pulled out, cumming on my tits and face. Hot ropes of semen marked me, their possession complete. As we lay tangled, sweat-slicked, I knew this was just the beginning. My deceptions were unravelling into reality, and I craved every taboo moment.