Sex Slave Fiction Novels & Stories

☆ Graphic violence mixed with sexuality: Rough sex, violent thrusting, slapping, hair-pulling, biting, marking, bruising, light to moderate injury during sex, CNC with resistance and struggle, primal play, predator/prey dynamics, and consensual violence within erotic contexts. ☆ Power dynamics and extreme dominance/submission: Total power exchange, 24/7 lifestyle D/s, master/slave relationships, pet/slave training, sexual servitude, free-use households, harem dynamics, and complete sexual ownership. ☆ Explicit bodily fluids and functions: Large volumes of cum, multiple creampies, cum inflation, dripping, leaking, spitting, snowballing, rimming, golden showers (watersports), scat play (in som

CONTENT: Revenge sex, wet pussy, sex toys, multiple orgasm, gangbang, multiple dick. CHAPTER 1 Jillian felt a wave of nervousness as she approached the door of the nightclub. It was finally time to fulfill her biggest fantasy, and one that would make her now ex-boyfriend explode with jealousy.

He swallowed it and he pulled out. “You are a very hot lover, with handsome face, great body and hot, hung cock. The man who checked you in is my husband. We host sex parties in a suite upstairs. We’re hosting one tonight for men and women. You would make a good Sex Slave, but you must wear a blindfold. Interested?” “Yes, what time?” “On your knees.” Derricks ordered her, he pour his hot semen down her throat. She dropped to her knees, spread her ass cheeks and he licked her assholes. She groaned and got rock hard and dripping again. He sucked her off again, put on condoms, lubed and fingered out asses and slid his cocks into her pussy with her legs over his shoulders.

"Scott noted I liked to read certain kinds of books, usually books involving sexual fantasies like sex slavery to alien races or reverse harem novels involving serving multiple men. Eventually, he asked me if instead of just reading about it, I'd like to participate in an experimental sexual slavery for three weeks to see if the reality matched my fantasies. It began a week ago Friday. Thus far, my sex slavery has exceeded my expectations. I've had the greatest sex I've ever had. I'm sure I've climaxed well over a hundred times since my slavery began. It still has a week and a half to run." "So what does any of this have to do with Lisa?" Regina asked. Lisa was bringing in a tray with our sa

**Story 5: The Last Train** **Chapter 4** The subway car had become a moving prison of pure lust. Maya lay sprawled on the long bench seat, completely naked, body glistening with sweat and cum. Her pussy and ass were red, swollen, and leaking multiple loads from the four men who had already claimed her. Her face, tits, and stomach were streaked with drying semen. She looked — and felt — like a used whore. And she had never been more turned on in her life.

She was drenched, embarrassingly so, the kind of wet that made obscene sounds when she spread her folds and slid two fingers inside, then three, stretching herself the way she had earlier, imagining it was him, imagining that thick, hard length she had felt pressing against her pushing in slow and relentless, splitting her open, filling the ache that had become her constant companion. She rolled onto her back, knees falling wide, hips lifting off the bed as she fucked herself deeper, palm grinding against her clit with every thrust of her fingers. Her other hand kneaded her breast roughly, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her cry out into the pillow. She pictured his tattooed forearms

Mark had a perfect view of that huge black cock stretching his wife's pussy lips obscenely wide. Her inner walls gripped him, creamy white pussy juice coating his shaft, he whimpered softly, as he tried to stop his hands from stroking his tiny dick. But a faggot is always a faggot, because with even stroking his dick, he was already cumming like a broken faucet as he watched his wife being used properly in a way he could never do it.

Erotic Compilation Stories. My Fantasy::: It was definitely a time of extreme trial for me, and if I had known how it would end, I might have not bitched as much as I did during it all. To begin with, my boyfriend, Jimmy, broke up with me because when I shared my fantasies with him, per his request, he said I was too much of a sexual freak for him. Let me explain a bit further so you better understand. I had been reading stories on those sites that specialize in erotic literature after doing some research on a paper for a class on human sexuality on how some people engage in different sexual acts for pleasure. Now, some of the stories were so bizarre that I couldn't finish reading them, but

Like the woman I imagined he wanted. Back in my room, I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled up p**n on my phone, headphones in. The video showed a dominant older man devouring a younger woman. I spread my legs, fingers sliding under the lace to plunge inside myself. Two fingers, then three, thrusting in time with the moans in my ears. I imagined Mason’s voice in my head — *Good girl. Take it for Daddy.* My hips rocked, breasts heaving, the fantasy consuming me. The door clicked shut.

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.