Sex Slave Smut Novels & Stories

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.

When she climaxed as I knew she would, I asked, "It wasn't so bad, was it? Do you have a burning desire to lick her cunt in return?" "Not in the slightest," she panted, still coming down from the orgasmic high." "I guess you're not a lesbian then," Lisa said. Shasta laughed. "Guess not. I gotta say that felt damn good though." "For this slaves ass fucking, Sean needs to be hard or he'll never get it in her ass. You might want to remove his cock cage again before you tell him to get an erection." Shasta laughed again and removed the cage. "Get hard," she ordered, and we were soon staring at Sean's nice looking erection.

He knew she wouldn’t be able to refuse him, not when she was leaking. It had been four months since Mara last had sex, four months of her husband leaving her to her device while he did whatever he wanted, without caring about his wife. Her lips parted, but nothing came out. The word ‘brother’ lodged in her throat, too heavy, too true to speak. They both knew they shouldn’t be doing this, but were too deep to stop. Matt smiled, dipping his head, knowing he had won the battle. He licked a broad, slow stripe from the underside of her breast up to the damp fabric of her bra, tasting the salt of her sweat, the sweet tang of milk that had seeped through.

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

I looked at her and removed it before I could hurt her, I spat on her pussy before bringing two of my fingers to her entrance and sinking into her. She jumped before squirming. Fuck me already, Xander—she asked me, and I spanked her again while my third finger sank inside her. “I’m going to enjoy watching you be such a submissive slut,” I said before pounding her gorgeous ass again. I brought the nearly melted ice to her clit and left it there for several seconds, then increased my pace and brought the tips of my fingers to that sensitive spot inside her. When her screams stopped and she started to tremble, I pulled my fingers out of her gorgeous pussy.

Warning: Extreme Smut! ************************ Serra’s face flushed at my words. She licked her lips and reached for my c**k again, wrapping her hand around it as she stared down at it… Those lips of hers, I wanted to devour them bit by bit. Her tongue moved, licking the tip. I froze. A chilling wave of pleasure shot through me instantly. Slurp! She sucked. My eyes darkened. "Fvck" I screamed inwardly. Was she sure this was her first time? She looked too damn tempting, too eager… though her hands trembled.

"That's probably true, but we need to keep those balls hydrated;" she grinned, "Especially when they keep your sexy librarian happy. I've heard grapefruit juice is good for semen, too, but I'll do some research." "It sounds like you could be a cum-slut," I smiled. "Yes, but a very sexy cum-slut...well, to be more accurate, I'm really a Rob-slut." We were spooning in bed, but still talking...as we often did. I had my hand spread wide and holding her breast, it felt dense and beefy in my hand...and I felt a hardness, pulsing against my leg.

"I think having a bad face helps in a lot of things.” In the top bunk bed, Ramirez giggled low. The woman looked at him and made a face, even if she was high at the time she was with him, she should remember how disastrous that was. I still couldn't understand how Ramirez had the courage to sleep inside a woman's pussy. Not all the tiredness in the kitchen would make me act that way. Not to mention that, for a sex worker, that should be the biggest offense. "Let's start? "She asked softly, already opening her robe.

I cried as my orgasm tore through me, leaving me shaking and breathless. But he didn’t stop. He kept driving me higher, using my cunt until I was a trembling mess against the seat. Finally, he pulled his hand free, glistening with my juices. His eyes burned as he pressed his fingers against my lips. “Open, baby girl.” I obeyed, sucking him clean, moaning at the taste of my pussy. God, Xavier has turned me into a total slut. “That’s my good girl,” Xavier murmured darkly, looking rather proud of himself. He took my mouth in a hot scorching kiss before groaning, thrusting his tongue against mine.

He momentarily removed his expert fingers, bringing them towards my nose so I could smell my feminine fluids. What he did next was even weirder, he popped his wet fingers into my mouth and almost immediately I started slurping on it. Heightened by the scent, I was intrigued to know what my juices taste like. The smell of woman, of sex, drove me crazy! I lapped my cum like a thirsty traveller, sucking every last drop as though my life depended on it. I found myself slowly swallowing his fingers deeper moaning as if to simulate a blowjob. I would have done anything to quench that almost annoying desire that was burning deep within my pussy.