Plantation Slave Porn Novels & Stories

Is lust not just the manifestation of animal desire? “Now the sex potion is working on your young white wife,” the Papuan boy said, “We can begin with the fucking.” The six now totally naked Papuan men approached the sex bed. All paid homage to the naked young white maiden as they brandished their erect dark cocks in their hands. The thirty-year-old Papuan with the impressive long but thin cock told Emma to stand up off the bed. Without question, in a sex slave mode, Emma did. Long dark cock lay on his back on the bed, his rampant slender phallus pointing to the moon. I knelt beside the bed to get a silhouette of his erect dark cock against the white moon.

“Take it all, you little slut.” Jade gasped, eyes glassy. “More… I need it. Fuck my holes. Use me.” She wasn’t fighting anymore. She was lost in it, body shaking through another orgasm while they laughed and cheered. I was so wet it was running down my legs. Zane sucked my clit hard and I had to cover my mouth. “Right there…yes, eat my pussy while they turn her into the group cum dump.” The sight was filthy and perfect. My father—Senator Briggs—fucking her throat while Mr. Calloway took her from behind. “Good girl,” my father grunted. “Swallow every drop.”

His grin was pure evil as he shoved me back onto the counter, my legs splayed wide, knees hooked over his shoulders in one fluid motion. My swollen pussy lips parted on their own, puffy and slick, clit peeking out like a pink pearl begging for abuse. "Spread wider," he commanded, slapping my inner thighs hard enough to leave welts, "Show me that slutty cunt, greedy for your brother's cock." I obeyed instantly, hands hooking under my knees to pull them back to my ears, folding myself in half like a human pretzel. My ass lifted off the counter, holes on full display pussy leaking a steady trickle of his seed, asshole still loose and creamy. "Like this, Please... fuck it. Breed me again."

Sex With Mr Harlan Voss(1) LILA'S POV I stared at the screen of my phone, my heart hammering against my ribs as the explicit photos loaded one by one. My own face looked back at me — flushed, eyes half-closed in pleasure, lips parted in a moan. In the images, I was on my knees in the dimly lit supply closet at the office, my skirt hiked around my waist, while the delivery guy from last month fucked me from behind amd the worst part waa tgat the timestamp showed it happened during company hours.

The poor lady fights to not fall off her seat while I pull out and stick my cock in Stephanie, eating from overly sweetened pussy jars at the same time. One is a brownie. And the other, vanilla. Well, I happen to be a man of great flavours. “My pussy… Easy—” Stephanie cries, yet to recover from the second orgasm. “You forget…” I whisper, sweaty, drowned in filth. “That I’m your master.” And in the world’s filthiest reminder, I ram into her cunt, and claim her clit in the same vein. “AH!!!” She doesn't let me fuck a million times before she crumbles against me, exploding for the third time, maybe forth, since she showed me how a sweet ebony pussy looks and tastes.

The woman wiped her tears as Helen's eyes welled up. 'How could Marcel be this cruel? How could Marcel let this happen?' Helen thought to herself. And the woman continued, "After a period, they start selling these girls to different countries, some are sold for slavery and some for prostitution. All the girls in here are virgins and if they are not, they turn them into a virgin by stitching their genitals. Once their masters are done with them, they get them back here but the animals in here resell them to other countries again." The woman's feet gave up as she dropped onto the floor.

Ava looked at her reflection on the mirror of the shower. She can still feel the soreness of her womanhood, but she just can't understand herself why she still feel excited about what might happens today. "My gosh, Ava! Your master told you that he'll fuck you anally, so why you are even smiling like that?" she muttered to herself as she turned around to see if the dress she's wearing fits properly on her body. It's just her usual types of clothes since she started as his sex slave. She's aware that it must be revealing enough, considering her figure is thin and curves perfectly on top of her body.

Not only are the two slaves beyond his typical range of slave partners, he has increased his use of the seller's platform in order to split them up and sell them to warring owners. Ms. Flower, there are pictures included in this file. I suggest you do not look at them, but I know you probably will. I know I will be having nightmares for many years to come. If you do look at them, make sure you pay attention to the outer edges of the room. I think you will find something of interest there. My breath backed up in my lungs. No. There was no way. No possible way he could have found them. Not them. Not my babies.

I can't be late making breakfast, not again! My name is Theo Marco Rossi. I am 26 years old and I am an Omega slave for the blood moon pack. My life didn't start out this way I had loving parents, two sisters, and friends. All it took was 1 hour, 1 hour to change my life, and 1 hour is all it took for me to become an Omega slave.

“They saw everything. Saw how I begged. Saw how you filled me.” Matteo’s fingers dig into my hip. “You like that, don’t you? Knowing some stranger’s jerking off to you getting bred like a bitch in heat.” I nod, shameless. “Yes. Because they’ll never have this. They’ll never feel me come around their cocks. Never hear me beg for their seed.” I reach back, spread my ass cheeks wider around the plug so the jewel catches the light again. “This is yours. All of it. Every hole. Every drop.”