Fart Slave Stories Novels & Stories

Wasn't it enough for her stepmother to hurt her father by having an affair with some young men behind him? And now, Jean's life would end up being one of the few auction women to become slaves to the lust of the masher men. Not to mention having to accept the risk if the man who bought her was a sadist or has a sexual disorder. Was Jean so despicable in her stepmother's eyes that she has the heart to sell her? Jean cried silently. "Silence means agreeing." Said Madam without wanting to hear anything from Jean. She also ordered her two bodyguards to carry Jean.

‎Austin's POV ‎I've been wanting to bang my girlfriend's mom crazily ever since the day I saw her naked while masturbating, thrusting a big fat dildo in and out of her juicy pussy. Her boobs were round and firm even though she's in her late 40's. ‎My girlfriend Juliet, is a very good girl, but too lazy in bed. She wouldn't give me the sex styles I want, always complaining that she's tired, and she doesn't last, always cummin too quickly, when I'm not even half satisfied yet.

All because of these people’s lies. I stood up slowly from the floor. “Thought you could be cheeky with us, didn’t you? Slave!” Zeke says and the others laugh with Rosey laughing the loudest. I held my tears until I got into the kitchen then let them fall, it's too much, no matter how much I try he will never be satisfied.

I quickly got down from the bed and rushed out of the room, making my way to the slave dining. When I got there, the long dining table was already filled to the brim with slaves; young and old alike. I managed to find an empty seat facing a male slave and sat down. We were often divided into groups to share a big bowl of food, which often led to fights and arguments about who would eat the most; that moment was always when the elderlies would scold us, telling us we had more stamina than them and should eat less, leading to rebellion from the younger ones.

“You’re my mate—Cazz, you’re everything—" There was a strange moment, silent in the memory, but he grabbed for me, and showed them—all of them. “Yes!” I cried, abandoned, utterly unaware of an audience. “Your slave! I’m your slave!” “Queen and slave,” he rasped. “Y-yes—your slave, Cazz. Only you…” I was going to throw up. I pushed out of the chair and started across the floor, knowing there was a bathing room here somewhere, but forgetting momentarily where it was. My hands were shaking, and my stomach felt sick.

He didn't pick up his things, he just headed for his bathroom, the office had a bathroom, that's what mansions do, leaving me there, feeling like a used up slut. I was smiling, licking my fingers, and giggling as finally I tasted Daddy's cock, and it was just as I had imagined, but even better. Mom has to forgive me because now I won't be cumming to videos; I'll be cumming to his cock. *** •Author's Note• There's a full still ongoing book of Gerald and Zoe's story; it's titled ‘FUCK ME, DADDY’ erotica but with a thicker plot. You can add it up and follow their story. Oh, and vote, my people. Vote!

“Why are you lying? That’s not how it happened at all… You said I was the best… You said my pussy felt incredible…” He shrugged carelessly, still grinning that cruel, cocky smile, the cheerleader on his lap laughing hysterically along with everyone else. “Come on, Harper. Don’t be so fucking dramatic. We both know the truth. You were a terrible, boring lay. Dry, loose, smelly, and pathetic. I only fucked you because you begged so pathetically on your knees like a desperate little virgin slut. Consider it charity.” The laughter swelled to deafening levels. More objects were thrown—crumpled notes, an empty soda can that clattered near my feet. The chants grew louder and more vicious: “Fish Mar

"Did you fight with someone at school, is that it?" Her voice rose slightly, and Reece thought she was angry. His eyes widened in surprise, then quickly filled with tears. Scared, he stood frozen in place, clutching the fabric of his clothes with his small hands as he explained in a tiny voice, "Mommy, I didn’t want to fight with Fatty, but he kept telling all the other classmates that I’m an illegitimate child, that I don’t have a daddy..." Reece sounded so pitiful, and his voice began to tremble and choke up. "Fatty even pulled my hair and pushed me to the ground. That was the only time I fought back."

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE CHAPTER FIFTEEN (15) (Back to reality) Amelie have heard stories of boys growing to be wife beaters because if the way their dad beat and treat their mothers And Jason was a victim of that, he has been brainwashed by his father to see every lady as a slave, a sex toy that is meant to be bent. And Amelie was so unlucky to be caught in between the web of this monster.

I rushed down to the field where I met many other slaves working hard. "Sir Mateo, please can I stop digging the cow dung? I already have blisters on my hand" A slave pleaded with the man in charge of the slaves who are working in the field, showing him her hands that was already blistered. I didn't know the slave digs out the cow dung in the cowsheds at the other end. Furthermore, I was lost in thought of how I will be able to survive in such a place. "Hey new slave! What are you standing there for? Do you think you're a princess who came to supervise the other's work?" The fierce looking man gave out a sarcastic laugh.