Erotic Sex Slave Stories Novels & Stories

Eric:(smirk)" Yes he was, but as you can see he was my enemy so I snatched his mate, slept with you, mated with you and now I have made you my sex slave." Clara:(angry)"You... Jerk." Eric:(cold)" Yes, I'm Jerk." He pressed your throat with his strong hands. [If choice A2] Clara:(cold) " Why now Oscar is my mate?" Eric:(smirk) " He was always your mate." Clara:(confused)" What do you mean...?" Eric:(smirk)" I have abducted you and now you're my mistress, in short you're my sex slave." Clara:(rage)" how dare to call me like that? I'm not your slave or anything...I thought you were my mate!"

I yelled, holding on to the bedsheet tightly. I was about having the most amazing orgasm ever, when he said.... "Don't you even dare think of having that orgasm, Slave. As a slave that you are, only I your Master can give you the permission to do so, and you as a slave have to seek for that permission and since you didn't. You are not allowed to have an orgasm." I'm pretty sure I heard everything he said, but I'm so close to having the best orgasm in my life.. This time, it's ten times more heavenly than when I had sex with my boyfriend's in the past.

“Do you really have sex slaves?” I froze, remembering the drunk from the hospital’s parking lot. Gods! What should I tell her? What will she think of me? “They are not sex slaves per se.” I began to explain. “Everything was consensual.” “So you have sex slaves.” Dora asked, and I could see the distrust in her eyes as she took a step back from me. I felt a rush of anger. I didn’t do anything wrong so why was she judging me? “They are more like a harem of lovers, Dora.” I said in a cold voice. “You can’t expect that a man like me won’t have needs.” Immediately, I regretted my statement as I watched Dora nod slowly in understanding.

He ate my pussy out so good, I was trembling and shaking all over the chair. Dean told Nat to step aside for a second and pushed my ass cheeks to stare at my pussy all coated with Nat's saliva. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he pushed his fingers in my cunt, fucking me with them so hard, you could hear the sloshing sound. Mark blocked my moans, pushing his dick in my mouth, making me moan around his cock as I got fingered. Someone spanked my ass several times and if I had to guess, I'd say it was Nat. He played with my asshole too, forcing a thumb in. I was treated like a sex slave and I liked it way too much than I should.

I commanded my beta telepathically and in less than three minutes, a slave appeared in the room and without wasting another second, I bent her over the desk and penetrated her deeply. I groaned as my length went into her hole completely. She came prepared, smeared in okro gel for easier and less painful penetration. I thrust in and out of her at an insane speed, the smell of my breeder’s arousal filled my senses and the only image on my mind was of me penetrating her while she moaned but only that the woman bent is a slave that can’t even arouse me. I pulled out of her and my semen sprayed all over her back. I hate not finishing in my women but at the same time, I can’t risk having children

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

“You thought you were just his slut, not knowing what was coming. From now on, every time you walk into this house and I'm around, you will crawl on your knees and eat my pussy before you even pick up a broom. Don't even think you will stop coming unless you are ready to lose your job.” Naomi gagged as Lisa pressed harder, smothering her with wetness. Her cries were muffled, but her tongue flicked faster as if her body had given up resisting. Lisa’s moans turned to a sharp cry as her thighs clamped around Naomi’s head. “Yes, right there. Don’t stop. Make me cum on your tongue.” Raymond roared as his cock battered Naomi’s cunt while his wife shook above her. “You’re ours,” Lisa screamed. “Our

His cock was already thick and dark, straining towards me, slick with a bead of his own pre-cum. He pushed me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up so my ass was high in the air. I felt the warm splash of oil on my lower back, then the shocking, filthy heat of his oiled cock pressing against my asshole. He didn't try to enter. Instead, he wedged himself between my ass cheeks, fucking the tight space between them, his hips slamming against me, the slick head of his cock sliding over my pussy with every brutish thrust. It was obscene. Degrading. The most intensely erotic thing I had ever felt. I was sobbing into the velvet, begging without words.

“You are going to be my good little girl. For real. You’re going to do everything I say, when I say it. No arguments, no hesitation. You will be my live-in fuck-toy. My own personal slut to use as I see fit. In return, I will keep your little secret. Your mother will never know what a depraved little whore you are. Do we have a deal?” I stared at him, my mind reeling. This couldn’t be happening. This was the stuff of twisted fantasies, the very kind I had been watching on my laptop. But this was real. The man standing in front of me, my mother’s husband, was blackmailing me into being his sexual slave.