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“Even when you’re sitting next to him, this pussy is thinking about my cock.” I came quietly but intensely, my body trembling on top of him. He held me down and released inside me again, groaning low in his throat. Later that night I lay in bed next to my sleeping husband, staring at the ceiling as tears slipped down my cheeks. I was falling deeper into this forbidden thing. Gavin wasn’t just sex anymore, he was becoming my escape, my passion and my secret world. The more time we spent together, the more I craved his strength, his roughness and his complete attention.

I asked curiously as I connected my phone to the big screen and opened our group chat. I started playing the erotic videos and pictures that Sylvia sent to me. “Well I have this crazy fetish…” Liam’s voice was slow and low and I knew he was up to something dangerous. “I am listening.” “So there is this role play sex I saw online that I want us to recreate.” “Role play sounds intriguing, what is the play going to be about?” “The twin masters and their slave.” He made a raze dazzle sign with his hands and I saw a very clear picture of what he meant.

"They date and have sex with other people, though they have no desire to leave one another. Lisa's parents participate in regular orgies. Your parents played with Bondage and Discipline. We never knew until after we became slaves. People hide a lot of what they do behind closed doors. What's the strangest thing you've ever done sexually?" "Had sex with two men on the same day, and I felt like such a slut doing it. That wasn't even doing them both at the same time." The three slaves laughed. "You just thought you were a slut," Lisa said. "We are sluts and loving it." Master came back, hair damp, smelling of bath gel. Looking good enough to eat. "Nice junk, brother," Cindy said. "I don't think

“Let it out, bitch.” I squirm and squirt. Too weak as my system starts to shut down. I collapse onto my side, shaky, and breathe unevenly. My ass is broken. “Your husband should thank us.” Dante leans in to rub my breasts, smearing his brother’s semen all over my body. “What do you say to your masters?” He demands, rubbing down to my clasped thighs and parting to feel my trembling cunt. Please. No more. “Yes… Thank you, masters.” I stutter.

Chapter 4 Felix I hated hearing my number called. It was one of 3 Customers for me nowadays. The lonely and horney mateless she-wolves or widows looking to get off. They were easy, get them off a few times, as quick as possible and they left rather quickly. Thenre there was the gay or bisexual males, or as I call them the hidden as they sneak in here and order us to either wear a wig or they ask a woman to accompany us but dismisses them rather quickly. They too were rather easy, they either wanted me to fuck them and get them off or they wanted to fuck me which was still not as bad as some were often very gentle and even attempted to get me off. HA! I have never experienced and orgasm nor d

Finally, the slave looked up into his daddy's eyes and said, "Daddy, I don't like being fucked. It hurts and I can feel the men cumming inside me. It makes me feel like I'm less than a man to be treated like this. I'm not gay and I don't want to be made to service men's sexual desires." With that, the slave bowed his head in shame hoping that he had performed well. Brandon and Matt smiled at each other as they watched the young slave try to remember how to react as he would have as a free boy and then draw back into his training as a slave fuckboy. The two friends knew they were going to have a lot of fun with this boy. The men hardly noticed when Jacob had finished and John had taken his sp

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“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

He muttered "I do not want to know the kind of image you have of me, yes, I am a rejected mate but is it my fault?, And the fact that I am a slave doesn't mean that I will stoop so low to sleep with just anyone, even if he rejected me as his mate, I am still his personal slave" Daciana poured with anger vibrating from her body. She had imagined this happening but she didn't think it will happen too soon. "Oh you mean his sex slave Luna?" Carey added, he looked around to make sure no one was near by to see him and grabbed her waist with one hand and the other firmly placed on her bare back.

The words were like an electric shock that bolted me back to reality. “What did you just say?” I asked him again. “I do not like to repeat myself young lady. I'm very sure you heard me.” He answered rudely. “I want you to be my slave. You will do anything I say without complaints. I will have control over your body and all that you do with it. Of course it's not for free, I will pay you. Do you understand?” Bastard. Rich bastard. Ugh ..I began to feel hatred for this man. Who does he think he is to tell me such an abominable thing?