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“The Northern Alphas come here. They’ll pay. They always pay for fresh cunts. Here, she's a virgin. She has never been touched." That word stung. Fresh cunt. Not daughter. Not blood. Not flesh of his flesh. Just a body. Just holes to be sold off. I didn’t even know the name of this place, but I knew what it was. 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.

“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.

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

“Please, Maksim. I–“ He licked one slow stripe up and center and her back arched off the bed like she’d been electrocuted. He placed a large hand on her stomach, keeping her in place as he fucked her with his tongue, thrusting in and out of her virgin cunt while his finger rubbed violent circles against her clit. Charlotte was shaking, her legs threatening to close around Maksim’s head. She bucked, not sure whether to run away from his mouth or beg for more. She had never felt this kind of sensation in her life. It was overwhelming but it was the kind that she didn’t want to stop anytime soon. Maksim smiled against her clit at her reaction. She was going to quickly learn that debts in the Br

Dani might have never complained but it makes me wonder how life would have been if I had left her in Accra. We were two black women in an unknown land trying to make ends meet, men were fascinated with us, sometimes women too, hence our profession as séx workers. But for how long, we weren't ageing backward. Soon enough our stamina would reduce, our beauty would drop, and this man in question? would have something else to fixate on. I sighed, clicking accept, this money would go a long way. Soon after another message came in, “Could we place the séx chat by 6pm?” I replied yes to his message, dropping my phone to one side to continue with work.

My nipples harden instantly under their stares. Hands are on me immediately. They push me onto the big bed. Someone produces a black silk blindfold. The world goes dark as they tie it tightly around my head. Total blackness. My other senses explode. “Spread your legs wide, Emily,” Vanessa commands. “Show the group what belongs to us now.” I obey, thighs trembling as I open myself. I can hear soft gasps and murmurs of appreciation. “Fuck, she’s soaked already.” “Married pussy dripping for strange women.”

Except her. So out it came. The story of Peter and me. The story of a capable successful woman acting like a sex-enslaved bimbo over a man who was divine in bed but a selfish, ten-timing monster everywhere else ... Once I’d started, I couldn't stop. Amongst the sobs and hiccups, I blurted out things I’d never told anybody. How if Peter smiled that filmstar smile of his 1 was putty. How he’d make me beg for more of his perfect Joy of Sex fucking. How he’d make me climax in a way so expert I half expected a judge to pop up and give marks for technical merit. And how afterwards — while my body still sizzled — I'd wish I hadn't been so ‘easy’...

He increased his pace and soon she convulsed in silence and fell flat on the grass till she cooled off. "Hmm, this story is quite erotic and visual," she said putting her hands between her legs; holding back and really trying hard not to visualize his story. "What of the other slaves?" "They were not left out; they also had sex with each other, some girls to girls, men to men, two men to a woman and two women to a man; revelling together till the approach of the night". "Please continue" she pleaded to move her legs from touching his angry dick.

The wet sounds were obscene. Alex watched me with dark eyes, thrusting up to meet me. “Look at you riding your brother’s best friend’s cock in your pink bedroom. Such a naughty fucking girl.” He reached up and pinched my nipples, rolling them roughly. “Moan for me. Let me hear it.” “Ahhhh… yesss… Alex, your cock feels so good!” I moaned louder, grinding my clit against him on every downstroke. He spanked my ass in rhythm, urging me faster.

“Fantasy? I imagine a guy taking me at work, in the office bathroom. He pins me against the sink, hikes up my skirt, and shoves his fingers into my wet pussy, fingering me hard while I bite my arm to keep from screaming. Then he fucks me from behind, slapping my ass while I cum. No condom, filling me with cum until it drips down my legs. Fuck, Marcos, I’m going crazy just talking about it.” They laughed together now—dirty, loaded laughs—their bodies inching closer on the filthy floor. The air was thick with lust, the smell of sweat and arousal mingling like a forbidden perfume. Marcos told another story, about a fuck in a dark alley, pounding a chick against the wall while it rained, water m