Gay Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

My first gay fuck was a rape and my sexual later experience aside from girls was my own masturbation. "Come on. I know you look always at me and I do listen each time you masturbate" He demanded again making me heave a sigh. He knows I always masturbate? Breaking a slow sigh, I asked "Are you... Are you gay?" He smiled. "You have a nice body and big cock for my liking. Even a straight guy will want to suck you" Diary, I can't explain the euphoria that lit up my mind. His compliment was like drums of joy and a smile crept up my face. "Why did you always snub me then?"

“What is it?” “When you leave, remember to lock the door for me!” William: “Oh? Okay!” After Dave went upstairs, William heard the master bedroom door close. He stood up with a dark expression and walked to the bathroom. Dave was a very clean man who changed clothes several times a day. Pushing open the bathroom door, William rummaged through the laundry basket until he found Dave’s underwear. He took it and put it in an empty plastic bag.

"So you are a lesbian? " There was ridicule in his voice "I never knew I married a lesbain" He was staring fixedly at her as she stood in front of him in utter discomfort "I am not a lesbain' she replied uneasily She was looking down on the floor in order to avoid meeting his scornful eyes "Then why are you hugging and kissing a felloe woman, if you are not a lesbain? She was uncomfortablely aware that a relationship with an opposite sex was more admissible than the same sex which was regards as a "taboo" back in Nigerian

My hips were rocking. "You can come if you want to, Slave." Thank God Master released me. I felt the heat build in the tip of my clit and then spread all over my body, making my thighs quiver in her hands. I panted a bit with the force of the orgasm. "Yeah, she really is a slut, isn't she?" I couldn't tell which guy said it, but it wasn't TSA guy.

"Yes, or I'm punished. Of course, it's not just my husband who can tell me to do what he says. I'm a sex slave and must do whatever a non-slave or free person tells me what to do. Although I'm only a white silk slave and my sexual organs are off limits to others except my Master. I may only use my mouth or hands to serve anyone else. We'll take this one too. I love it. I shall have to be careful walking or my pussy will be exposed, but the thrill of exposure keeps me on my toes." "Are you a lesbian?" She asked. "No," I replied, "but I'm a sex slave and my personal sexual preferences are of no concern. I must satisfy any free person who asks. "Would I be considered a free person?" Gwen asked.

Carol repeated, as Essence went and grabbed her strap-on, while Carol remained sitting on the floor. "Mom, there's no shame in being a cock slut," Sheila moaned, stroking her Daddy's dick while getting back door drilling from her Grandpa. "For one thing, I've always been fond of my Grandpa, but now I'm almost in love with him... and I can't believe how sexy he is!" "And being a pussy slave is also pretty cool," Essence added. "Yes, and a pussy slave, too," Sheila agreed. "I'm not sure I'm ready for this kind of conversation," Carol demurred, as she looked around and saw Essence was strapping on a strap-on.

Lisa was shouting now and her cries for mercy flooded the basement with the sounds of despair. "Oh, master, it is too big. My bottom is too small for you. I feel I have to go to the bathroom. Please, let me go to the bathroom. No, please don't stop. Harder! Make me feel it. I am such a bad girl. I want it in so bad. Deeper, master, please go deeper! Yes, just like that. That's what I like. Ung.yes, Ugh, oh, yes. Can I cum, master?" Lafitte pulled her head up by grasping her long blonde hair and looked down into her sex-crazed eyes.

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.

He was gay. "Are you that disgusted with me that you puke? Do you know how hard I saved just to have you? It's like a dream come true when I heard you were taken away by the sex master guards," he had said. "Enough," I had yelled. "You want to have me, you disgusting piece of trash. Take a look at yourself. You stink, and your breath smells like a rotten dead rat." "Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a mere slave. Right now, I'm your master," he had declared.

Master Robin said with a satisfying smile written all over his face. "I rather remain a slave and suffer for the rest of my life than give myself to an imp-like you" Galene spat. Master Robin raised his hands to hit her again but stopped on second thought. Instead of hitting her, he lowered his hands and caressed her face again receiving another spank from Galene. "I am someone's wife. The master's wife and you have no right no matter the power handed over to you to molest the pregnant wife of a Master. You are seeking the wrath of the gods and I must warn you to get your stupid thought off your mind for I would rather die than let you see my underpants" Galene muttered shocking Master Robin