Sex Slave Novel Novels & Stories

which dealt with a female office executive, who was also blackmailed into submission by her secretary and was forced into performing various sexually degrading, painful, and humiliating acts. As he read through the second story, Elias couldn't help but begin to masturbate as he imagined Selena doing the same thing as she read through the story. After having an explosive orgasm into one of his discarded sweat socks, Elias saw that Selena had moved on and was now Googling sites which had free sex pictures for viewing.

Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys. Unfiltered moans echoed off the walls. It was a complete sex den. "Welcome to the den of freedom," I said, trying to sound confident and smooth. "I found this place a few months ago when I needed an escape." I turned to look at Jay, expecting to see curiosity or excitement, but the words died in my throat. The warmth on his face was completely gone. His eyes were wide with pure horror, his lips parted as he took in the sight of two men on a table nearby.

She raised her voice, sounding very angry and her thunderous voice echoed through the room. “Relax Stephanie, we had sex after you guys broke up and you moved on with your girlfriend.” “Oh wow.” “His dick wad good but he was still very naive and he was a slow sex partner.” She furrowed her eyebrows and got up to go to the kitchen. “Slow sex partner? What do you mean by that?” “I mean I like the rough, no pity sex that comes with the multiple orgasms and the ass slapping.” I said excitedly, my mind flash backing to all the p**n videos I have been watching.

"I felt the same way before I started having sex with women. Couldn't understand why anyone would want anything other than a thick cock filling your cunt. I got over it when I realized I wouldn't be getting nearly as much sex as I needed anymore if I had to depend on Scott alone. Being a sex slave makes me crave fucking so much; having to share one man three ways wouldn't be enough. I went from practically no sex to multiple orgasms a day and wanting more. I can see why Julia was intrigued by reverse harem novels. Multiple cocks to fuck you and not a cunt in sight." "It's not as though I don't enjoy your cunt, Lisa. I doubt I'd ever want to be without it anymore," I said. "And I yours. Let's

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I was floating in a sea of overwhelming sensation. Every thrust sent sparks through my entire nervous system. My tits were slapped and pinched. My ass was spanked red. Filthy words rained down on me constantly. “Such a dirty little gangbang princess.” “Look at her taking four cocks while her boyfriend watches.” “She’s going to be ruined for days after this.” Liam’s breathing grew heavier as he stroked himself faster. “Cum for them again, baby. Show Daddy how much you love being our shared whore.” I came again, harder than before,

Kamala dropped the pen after scribbling her signatures unto some papers. She was seated in a luxurious office with five men in the Sexizen building. Sexizen was a popular p**n company in New Orleans that only took in amateurs yearly. Kamala's family were back in Seattle and they were facing major crisis currently which pushed Kamala to go into the sex industry after dropping out of college and facing countless job rejections or minute offers. Her father, Robert Jameson was arrested two years ago for the murder of the man who had tried to rape her younger sister, Amie. Amie fell into trauma and her dad's arrest worsened the matter.

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine my quiet, efficient secretary, the one who always hid behind corporate suits, was actually a sexy hottie who was craving me. I turned to her. Her chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths, her nipples still hard and proud, begging for my touch. It wasn’t my first time with a woman, but it was, without question, the best. And I already knew I wanted more. She caught me staring, and a soft smile curved her lips. “You fuck real good,” she whispered still panting I smirked, my gaze shamelessly glued to her chest. My hand slid over and closed around one perfect peak, teasing and rolling it between my fingers until she gave a sharp intake of breath.

Her asshole winks, still flushed and slightly gaped from earlier. I spit once—thick and deliberate—onto Marlowe’s puckered ring. Watch it slide, slow and obscene, over her folds like molten wax. Then again on Isla. They both shudder violently, holes fluttering. I start with Marlowe. One merciless thrust—straight to the hilt in her soaked cunt. No warning. No gentleness. She screams raw into the mattress, body lurching forward, nails shredding silk. Her walls clamp down like a fist, still swollen and tender from the glass table downstairs, yet somehow tighter for the abuse.