Sex Slave Smut Novels & Stories

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.

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.

One hand gripped her hip while the other delivered sharp, loud smacks to her ass with every thrust. “Take this dick, you little slut. You love sneaking around like this, don’t you?” Graham grunted, pounding into her relentlessly, the wet sound of her pussy echoing in the room. "Yes— daddy. Harder, please — oh God!" the girl moaned out, pushing back to meet his brutal strokes. Sienna Vale stood in the shadowed alcove behind a half-open door, her phone held steady, recording every second. Her thighs pressed tightly together as she watched, her breathing becoming shallow.

Between my legs, the pimp buries himself, groaning and sweating profusely, while slamming into me like a sl*t he paid for a night. The smelly thing, the bloody casanova, kisses me with renewed passion that makes me want to throw up on him. Every time his lips comes over my face, his breath reeks with a putrid stench. my guts twist, but my lips part voluntarily for him, moaning as they ravaged me from all corners. One gropes my breast. The other sucks hungrily from the other corner and minutes later, the pimp isn't halfway through to a climax.

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.

“I’m your fat-titted pain slut. My cunt and ass belong to you. I’m not a lawyer anymore… I’m just your slave.” The words poured out of me between sobs. All the shame, all the arousal, all the years of secret submissive desires finally came rushing out. Ciara made me repeat it while she fucked me with the dildos again. I came harder than I ever had in my life, screaming my submission while my body convulsed. When it was over I lay on the floor in a puddle of my own juices, covered in welts and tears, completely spent. Ciara stroked my hair almost gently.

She whimpers when I pinch her nipple hard and grip the bedding tight enough to turn her knuckles white. Letting her tit go, I drag my fingers down her flat stomach already envisioning it swollen with our baby before cupping her sopping wet pussy. She’s dripping my seed and her juices, dirtying the sheets beneath her and looking like the sexiest little slut in the world. “This is how I always want you,” I tell her, rubbing my wet fingers over her swollen clit, “on your hands and knees, spilling my seed out of your filthy little cunt, and so fucking desperate and eager for more that all you can do is whimper and beg for my cock.”

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.

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Two thick fingers slammed into my pussy without warning. “Goddamn, this married cunt is dripping,” he laughed. “You really are a desperate slut, huh?” Jax grabbed my hair from behind and forced me down to my knees on the carpet. “Open that whore mouth.” All three cocks came out at once. They appeared thick, veiny, rock hard. Much bigger than Damien’s. They slapped my face with them, they felt heavy, meaty thuds against my cheeks, my lips, my tongue. I opened wide like a greedy bitch.