Gay Toilet Slave Novels & Stories

No longer able to resist even the girl’s slightest command I screamed out the words, not caring that we were in a public place, not caring if more people had come to the pool. ” I’m your slave. I’M YOUR SLAVE SARA. I’ll do ANYTHING for you. I’m your slut slave…You OWN me !” I couldn’t stop. I wanted this girl. Sara pushed her newest conquest back and then rubbed her foot across my naked pussy, watching me become more and more excited. ” Now kiss that foot, slave girl.” I started sucking the young girl’s toes, mumbling uncontrollably as I did, ” Slave…slave…slave…Sara’s slave…Sara’s slave….”

"Beg Master to fuck your sloppy cunt, you disgusting slut." "Please, Master," she whimpers, voice hoarse, pushing back desperately. "Fuck my sloppy cunt with your huge cock... ruin me..." He laughs cruelly, lining up his massive dick at her entrance. One brutal thrust buries him balls-deep, her pussy walls stretching obscenely around his thickness, the sensation like being split open. Zoe screams, "Master! Oh god, it's too big!" Her body rocks forward with each savage pound, tits swinging wildly.

If someone could spend 50 million dollars just to get me then they might want my body parts for more money. I was escorted to the backseat of a car and I waited there for whoever purchased me. I mean just the thought of me being a slave or sex slave to some old, ugly, fat, short, dirty man sent chills down my spine. What if he requests for a blowjob right inside this car, right now, what do I do? Tell him I don't have any experience or tell him to go fuck himself? He might end me! ‘No no no, stop such thoughts Lily!’, I warned myself.

“Your body is mine.” My stomach twisted. I shook my head once. His grip tightened, fingers digging into my cheeks until tears burned the corners of my eyes. “Do you want me to show them what happens to disobedient little slave pets, Zoe?” “No, Mr. Gatsby,” I whispered. His lips curved. “Then obey.” He ripped the robe from my body, baring my naked frame to every pair of hungry eyes in the club. My arms instinctively tried to cover my breasts. Then he bent me over the nearest table, pulled the belt free from his waist, and brought it down hard on my ass. I gasped, tears spilling, heat pooling low in my stomach.

I commanded my beta telepathically and in less than three minutes, a slave appeared in the room and without wasting another second, I bent her over the desk and penetrated her deeply. I groaned as my length went into her hole completely. She came prepared, smeared in okro gel for easier and less painful penetration. I thrust in and out of her at an insane speed, the smell of my breeder’s arousal filled my senses and the only image on my mind was of me penetrating her while she moaned but only that the woman bent is a slave that can’t even arouse me. I pulled out of her and my semen sprayed all over her back. I hate not finishing in my women but at the same time, I can’t risk having children

I said and kiara smile and niharika laughed like a witch. "Ohh wait wait wait what did you just mention your husband *she laughed like a witch* so for your kind information let me tell you you are his slave. Just his slave whom he doesn't love but lusted more than anything. He just fucks you to overcome his stress and you have already consider him as your husband. You are a slut nandini one day he will handover you to his other servants just let him got over you. " Niharika said and my eyes just watered. I don't want to hear this but this is only truth of my life. Yes i am a sex slave.

He’s swearing at me between broken moans, calling me every name he can think of, but his hips never stop pushing back, desperately trying to fuck himself on my cock. I grind deep, rolling my hips so the head of my cock stays pressed against his prostate. “Look at you. Pathetic. You can’t even pretend anymore. You’re not gay? Bullshit. You’re my gay little pain slut now. Say it.” He shakes his head, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

He said again. I did what he ordered to me... to my breast and my sexual area. I moved faster letting my body burst into flames of pleasure until I reached the peak... " I'm coming", I moaned softly with my eyes closed. And let my bottom fluid comes out from my body with a giggling reaction. "you're my slave now and forever " he left the words from my ear and let my normal me back again in reality. I almost jumped in shock when I saw myself inside the bathroom almost naked and full of wetness under me like I was banged with four hot guys.

"Feel the family inside you, Naomi! You're nothing but a breeding slave for the brothers!" "Look at her stretch!" Bastian laughed, his voice a low, animalistic rumble. He reached around and slapped my face-a sharp, stinging crack. "You love this, don't you? You love being a filthy little whore for your sister's husband and his brother!" They began to fuck me with a feral intensity. Every thrust was a statement of ownership. I could hear the wet, meaty thud of their hips hitting my ass, a sound that seemed to drown out the noise of the party downstairs. I was spiraling, my mind lost in the heat and the degradation.

There he was, grainy footage, cheap bathroom tiles behind him, and that smug face twisted in lust while he fucked some nameless girl in a filthy toilet stall. I chuckled low, dragging my thumb across the screen to replay the clip. Each second was filthier, dirtier, more humiliating. Not because of what he did, hell, men like him always did worse, but because of where. The great Dominic Steele, who dined with billionaires and lectured shareholders about morals, caught rutting like a dog in a bathroom too nasty for rats. I leaned back, lips curling. "Beautiful," I whispered to myself, almost like a prayer. "Absolutely beautiful."