Gay Slave Erotica Novels & Stories

she pointed out. "Gay men can be very sexually proficient," I countered. "Cáel Nyilas (damn, she loved my name), you came five times. I lost track of how many orgasms I had. If you are gay, you aren't in De-Nile, you are in Ethiopia," she giggled. This wasn't the right moment to brag that I ejaculated eight times last night. Rhada filled up three condoms during our little escapade. I repeat, I have an out of control libido.

I turn around to meet his chest, and naughtily grabs his balls, "They're soft too." He groans when I cup them, "Don't do it. I still want kids." I ignore his warning and let them roll on my palm, just playing with them like they're two big marbles, "Gay dads are so hot." "Yeah?" "The whole thing about being masculine and sexy but you can't get your hands on them, or the fact they'll never be interested in you, makes them soooo much hotter." Then I realise he's semi-hard, again. But this time I'm not wearing make up, or have my hair curled, not even putting on the corset or fuck-me heels so what gives?

I'll take a shower first before I fight Cyril. I also spent half an hour in the bathroom before I finally came out. I wore dark denim jeans and a black sandal. I paired the shirt with a black leather jacket. I look like I'm a sassy ass gay. I'm still so beautiful. I also wear the shoes that Cyril sent me last time. There's that little knife and I don't know how he did that thing. That gay man is very talented when it comes to things like this so I won't wonder why he sends high tech. I picked up the cellphone. It immediately rang and I immediately saw Cyril's name there.

“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!”

I slapped the other boob, my hand print immediately showing on her breast, making it look sexier. “I am gay grandma, I feed on the female body.” My hand left her boob and her tummy and went down to her area, tapping her on the front of her pussy lightly. I removed my mouth from her boobs, drooling my tongue all over and spreading saliva through her skin. “Kiss her.” Khelel’s voice was hard and I could tell that he was getting aroused. I opened the side of my eyes and peeped at the screen, my eyes landing on his very swollen dick.

Her pussy milks my cock and I grab her hips tightly as I look for something to keep me anchored to this world. As I finish, Gael lays on the bed, pulling me on top of him. He smacks my ass, causing me to groan and clench on his cock. Sumeme, Tesoro (Ride me, Treasure). He spreads my ass cheeks and watches himself disappear in and out of my ass as I lean forward and rise and fall on his cock. Gael likes it fast and hard and that’s just how I give it to him, feeling myself start to harden again.

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

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.

full. He hadn’t said a word. He just lay there and let her explore. His penis was next. It looked so odd to her, with its loose covering of skin, and the shiny part peeking out, with its one Cyclops eye. It bobbed when she pushed at it, and then returned to its former position, like a drunken soldier, trying to stand at attention, and not quite making it fully upright.

Scott said but the reply was silence only Mike's panting and groaning could be heard. Scott walked slowly to Mike and grabbed him by his hair, dragging him up slowly. "You're feeling so much pain, right?" Scott said as he slapped him repeatedly. "I'll make things easy for you, I'll cut your mother fucking thing off. Then you wouldn't have to have sex anymore, isn't that better?" Scott said as he laughed evilly. "Please,have mercy. I just did what I was told" Mike cried as he held Scott's shirt, pleading for mercy.