Michael Slime Novels & Stories

You don’t have to take my pictures anymore,,,” Michael said ” Really?? You want to be my friend?? ” Lily asked looking surprised ” Yes,,or you don’t like that?? ” ” Of course I do,,,,am so happy ” She said happily Michael smiled and tap her shoulder before walking away ” Wow,,,I guess today is great. He’s my friend now,,,this is amazing ” Lily smiled to herself. ************** Michael entered the dorm feeling tired as ever,,he got in and the three eyes turned to him,, ” Ethan,,you’re here??” He asked

Michael said as he moan in pleasure. Her tongue went down to his chest and she became so aggressive to taste his skin. "Ahhhh shit... tickling... shittttt..." Hailey didn't stop, instead she just got more excited by sucking on these nipples. In the middle of their intense sex, Michael blurted out another joke. "Maybe you are also obsessed with me!" Hailey was unmoved by what Michael said. She kissed his chest down to his stomach and touched his six-inch brown thick cock that is so erected. He confirmed that it was as fat as a can of sardines.

"That's bullshit. You only care about yourself. Not even the baby. You only got pregnant just so you could have a tie Sebastian’s wealth. And you are the fucking worst, Emory. I don't even know why I ever agreed to fuck a slut like you." "Fuck you, Michael. Just, fuck you. I'm not going to have my day ruined by you. Just, shut the fuck up. You can go back to your whores. They are all waiting for you. Goodbye, Mike."

She sighed and let me into a stall. Inside, the pantomime began. I held up garment after garment for Michael. A silk kimono. A neon tracksuit. A Viking fur vest. His hologram flickered, adopting each new silhouette with unwavering patience. Then, the pièce de résistance: a light blue, impossibly shiny man thong.

“You can’t force someone to love—” “Shut up!” Michael roared and before Sleek could react, Michael grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall. Sleek gasped for air as Michael’s grip tightened. “Any word from you…” His voice dropped dangerously low. “Any word to anybody, just consider yourself dead.” Sleek struggled for breath. “You know you can’t outsmart me.” Michael smirked coldly. “Remember who I am.” “I am intelligence itself.” “Don’t ever think you can play games with me.”

The smell goes right to his wolf brain like a drug, and all his control disappears. "Oh my god," Miles says through his teeth. He puts his tongue right on Michael's tight little male hole. It tastes like heaven. He licks it hard and wide. Michael lets out a loud moan that makes the Alpha's blood boil. Miles makes his tongue hard and pushes it inside the little hole. Michael lets out a small, sweet squeak that makes Miles go completely wild. "Oh, Miles," Michael moans, "that feels so... oh fuck, I love it so much..."

“Greedy little whore. You’re clenching so tight around me. You gonna cum already?” I whimpered, thrusting the vibrator deeper. My breathing was getting ragged. Sweat was forming on my skin even though the AC was on. Every filthy word from Michael made my pussy tingled harder around the toy. “Not yet,” he told her, voice full of wicked amusement. “I want to play with you first. Turn over. Ass up.” I heard rustling and then a sharp smack. The whore moaned loudly. “Fuck, that ass looks perfect,” Michael said. Another smack echoed. “You like when I slap this ass, don’t you, slut?”

I pushed him but he didn't even care to let out a single word and kept sleeping like a sloth. Some people are granted with great skills. Just like that some people are granted with lathergic skills. Michael was in the latter group. "Michael!" I said while pulling the blanket from him. "Oh! Baby slow down. Not that horny. Pls. Have mercy on me darling." I laughed as he said that. He's got a problem of speaking while sleeping. Nice rhyme! "Come on! Micki. Wake up!" I shouted. But he kept moaning and screaming 'Baby!'.

Emma‘s POV After Michael stops speaking, I stand still, my gaze fixed on the wall, wrestling with a storm of despair and revulsion. His touch, his words—they sear through me, reviving every bitter memory, every moment of degradation he’s inflicted upon me. Yet, I understand the game now more clearly than ever. Michael’s behavior is the epitome of sadistic pleasure. The more I resist, the more he thrives, fueling his twisted desires. Understanding this, I resolve to adopt a new strategy: I will become the submissive prisoner, the one with Stockholm syndrome. This isn’t about genuine submission but survival, a play to keep Lily safe by any means necessary.