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I also advised her to lower her voice so that we do not attract more attention than what we seem to be already. A particular table had two men sitting leisurely on their chairs but with a man and a woman naked kneeling before them, right in front of their wide spread thighs. I had no doubt the two down on their knees on the floor were slaves and the two men at the table were their masters. And by the looks of it, these two were a couple. A homosexual couple who also enjoys another gender in their circle. I did not need to see what they were doing in the dark, under the table, but it did not need any expertise to say that the man and woman slaves were giving their masters a head on each. Alth

"I'm not trying to be snarky, I'm merely curious. What was going through your mind when it happened?" "That I was a slave, doing as my Master directed. That I was glad he was clean and good looking and not some bloated teenager with zits and knew how to fuck so I could get pleasure out of it as well." "You liked fucking him?" "Master, I liked fucking all the people I fucked as a sex slave. I am a sex slave who loves being used sexually. That goes from Marcus to Lisa's father, to all the women. I loved fucking all of them. Don't try to single out one I might have liked fucking more. I was and am aroused by all of it. I think about Memorial Day and I want to cum again. If you want to know if I

He increased his pace and soon she convulsed in silence and fell flat on the grass till she cooled off. "Hmm, this story is quite erotic and visual," she said putting her hands between her legs; holding back and really trying hard not to visualize his story. "What of the other slaves?" "They were not left out; they also had sex with each other, some girls to girls, men to men, two men to a woman and two women to a man; revelling together till the approach of the night". "Please continue" she pleaded to move her legs from touching his angry dick.

The both of them became a whipping mess. "I had to live on my own with no family after she died Dad, I was tossed, transferred, beaten and slaved by different masters. I ended up becoming a sex slave, it was torturous, yet, I couldn't save myself from that torment and I wondered what life could have looked like with you in it,

"It's a touchy subject. Master believed part of the experience I wanted, was to have sex with multiple partners. He allowed me to have sex with other men. It was the reason he limited our original experiment to three weeks. He believed it was all he could tolerate. We learned it was more about the submission to me. When he realized it was, he agreed we could continue our slavery and it's with our understanding he will no longer let us have sex with other men. He has no problem with our having sex with other female slaves." "But he can have sex with other women?" "Other slaves like myself, people I may also have sex with. I arranged for him to have sex with two other slaves while he was in Lo

I set my eyes on the longs notes and I began to read. _A SIGNED AGREEMENT BETWEEN MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE AND MR NICHOLAS HILLS_ #CONTENT Miss Corvette Vincete hereby submits to Mr Nicholas Hills as his sex slave. SEX SLAVE: A slave kept for the purpose of sexual exploitation. It is a condition in which one human being is owned by another and is forced or otherwise coerced into working in the sex trade. RESPONSIBILITIES OF MISS CORVETTE VINCENTE (sex slave) to MR NICHOLAS HILLS (master)

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I can hear some more shuffling and then he was telling me, "Yes, mistress, I'm naked." Mistress? I sighed internally. You seriously wouldn't believe how many men were into the whole dominatrix kink. In the beginning, it was kind of fun but by now it was getting pretty old. Mentally awakening my inner dom, I relaxed further into the sofa and flipped through the magazine."Good boy," I cooed, finding a 20 sex tips for women article. Huh, how fitting. "Now, here's what I want you to do, and you better listen closely, pet."

I had never patronized any of the women being auctioned at the sex house, but that didn’t mean I had no idea what usually went on there. A while back, I had watched an old Mafia lord buy a woman from the sex house and turn her into a sex machine at his men’s club which he started a year ago. It was an only men’s club where all the men with high libidos and the urge to be violent during sex convened, especially the ones who needed to be discreet about it. All calibers of men attended that club, and they each took turns to fuck the woman he bought. It was a horrible sight to behold. The day I set eyes on two men fucking her from behind and in front was the last day I stepped into the club. I h

I cry out, but he doesn’t stop. He pounds me in front of them, fucking me openly and using me like the plaything that I am. “She was born for this,” he mutters. “Whose slut are you?” he demands, his voice coming out guttural. “Yours!” I scream. Dully, through the corner of my eyes, I see that the other masked men have taken out their cocks and are stroking themselves, but I don't get much of a look as He chokes me lightly, thrusting deep into me at that spot.