Novel & Cerita Gay Master Slave Stories

"I definitely knew a lot of the maidservants had eyes for me and I didn't force anyone. Actually, they are the ones who came asking for more but I don't dick a pussy twice" "You're the first woman I have had sex with countless times" "I am? what about Zasha? I thought she was your girlfriend?" "I was reluctant to sleep with her but she asked for it and after that, I got tired and didn't touch her again" "No wonder she cheated on you" "Like I care. I had no feelings for her" "Who is this guy?" I asked referring to the black guy whose image was now on his computer. "Williams Wale. He's a Nigerian and also very troublesome but very hard working. He can do the work of three people at a time. Him

Jamie My knees ached against the hard rooftop floor as I knelt in front of Lena, staring at her thick, glistening strap-on cock covered in my own creamy cum. “Clean it,” she ordered, voice low and commanding. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and slapped the wet cock against my cheek. “Taste how slutty your pussy is.”

He parted his lips and Toussaint’s thick cum-coated fingers slid in, the warm saltiness of semen flooding his taste buds. “Fuckkk!” Toussaint rasped at the sexiness of the sight. After licking Toussaint’s fingers clean, Jace stood up, cock erect and facing him, then knelt down as ordered. “Take them off,” Toussaint ordered and Jace complied. Toussaint’s humongous cock sprang out like a viper ready to bite. Jace’s jaw dropped at the length and size of it. He’d seen cocks of various sizes but none like THIS. It was at least thicker than his wrist and longer than most.

IMPORTANT WARNING: This is an MM (Male/Male) Gay Erotica story with extremely explicit and graphic sexual content. If you prefer MF stories and are uncomfortable with gay romance, please skip this book and move to Story 9 in my collection. 18+ ONLY. Liam’s hand still stung from the slap he’d delivered two days ago. The memory burned hotter than the summer night air clinging to his skin. That arrogant bastard at the gallery opening, tall, dark-haired, with a jaw like carved marble and eyes that screamed 'I own everything I touch' had grabbed him by the waist and kissed him like he had every right. No warning. Just lips crashing down, demanding, tasting of expensive whiskey and pure dominance.

"On Friday night, you'll be serving as a table slave, sucking the dicks and licking the splits of the winners. How much cum will you swallow that night? At the end of the night, you'll be sold for the night. Will my Master buy your slave services? Will it be Jerry's black cock filling your white cunt? Will Chen pump his seed up your ass? Or will you go back to your house, the slut slave of the two Strong's forced to do their bidding instead of the other way around. They wanted to see you lick a cunt, forced to serve another female. Is that why strong females scared you Regina? Because you knew if they were strong enough you'd be on your knees licking them, making them cum? Did they scare you

The master never allowed anybody pass the night in his chambers and he had actually left the chambers for her and went into his secret room where they were sure he passed the night in. They figured the lady's womanhood must be to enjoyable to receive such treatment from the Master. They wished she wasn't the Master's slave so they could get a taste of her too but they know too well not to temper with any of the Master's s*x slaves. The last guard who had a secrete affair with one of the Master's s*x slave had his manhood cut off and hanged at the entrance of the castle for a warning to other ones. He had died from bleeding and the slave he had the affair with, killed her self before the Mast

He may be my first mate and this is the first time I became a slave, but I am not innocent to these kinds of things. Some of the girls in my village who became a slave and was freed by their masters were talking about this stuff. They said it is normal for slaves to be s*x slaves. Some of them are even enjoying it. My back is resting in comfort against the soft mattress when suddenly, the bed rocked. Ryler positioned himself on top of me. I was busy traveling my eyes all around the room that I did not notice him approaching. He leveled his face at me. His eyes locked on mine. Without removing his gaze at me, he reach for my hands and held my wrists to place them above my head.

He pushed me out of the door and began leading me to the gigantic mansion. Once we had gotten in, my eyes landed on a pretty lady who was seated comfortably on a leather chair. She had a cigarette stick stuck between her lips. “Is that her?” she asked, puffing out smoke from her lips. “Yes Madam” “Nice. Look pretty girl, it's nothing personal. Your parents failed to pay up the money they owned. So, you're going to help them by getting sold as a sex slave. Okay. But… quick question, are you a virgin?” she rasped endlessly.

I cleared my throat and removed my hand that has been on his head. "Do you want a romance story or an adventurous story?" I asked inaudibly. "Take a good look at me, do I look like someone that enjoys romantic tales?" He questioned and I mentally slapped myself for asking. "I apologize, your highness" I cooed with a faux smile. He beckoned on me to go on with the wave of his hand. I took a deep breath racking my brain endlessly for a story. Hmph. Here goes nothing; "There was a mean evil slave master. He had thousands of slaves and was cruel and heartless. He had a son...

I asked coldly, “a Luna and a slave. How exactly does that work?” Sven’s smile sharpened, cruel enough to cut. “Ah, yes. Quite simple, really. Luna in the eyes of everybody else… slave when we are alone.” I laughed out loud, because this had to be some kind of sick joke. “If you need maids, hire one or two.” His smirk deepened, eyes flashing with that feral green fire. “Maids? No, princess. You’re going to be my sex slave.” The crude words rolled off his tongue like they belonged there, like he was used to degrading and commanding.