Sex Slave Story Novels & Stories

Then I walked down that hallway like a woman who had nothing whatsoever to be concerned about. I was a terrible liar even in my own head. “Hello.” I knocked on his office door. Nothing. I pushed it open. My own moaning sound coming out of the projector hit me before my eyes adjusted and got fixated on my show. I could still taste it all like it was happening right then: I was down in that dim-lit basement room of The Cum Cellar bar, blindfolded tight, completely naked on my knees, with my heavy tits bouncing as I got fucked.

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

“Threw me out.” His jaw tightened. I kept talking. “I lived with a friend for a few months. Then with her brother. Slept in his bed for a while. Then another guy. Then another.” He nodded once. “That’s when it started.” “Yeah,” I said. “That’s when I realized sex could get me anything. A bed. A ride. A hug. Something that felt like love.” “And you’ve been chasing that same hit ever since.” I nodded. “And no one’s ever told you it wasn’t your fault?”

Jean's mother seduced her. ## "Jean Florence, 20 years old, virgin." Said a man who introduced the women one by one. Those women would be used to satisfy the lust of the mashers who have been waiting while choosing which woman they decided to spend the night with. "Two hundred billion to free her." Said a man in a deep voice, offering such a high price for only one prostitute. Everyone turned to see the man who directly dared to bid at a fantastic price. All women's eyes were hypnotised with the perfect body shape he had—the mysterious man.

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

“Listen… I need to tell you something. I started working at a club. I know I didn’t tell you but I needed t step up my sex game.” She then stared at me like expecting a reaction, but I gave none. “Not the kind you’re thinking. It’s private, exclusive, for people who pay to feel like they’ve got power. And for girls who wanna take some of that power back.” I frowned, not really understanding, my head still too heavy from crying. “Cassie…” She squeezed my hand tighter. “You’ve been ripped apart. You need something that gives you back control. Something that makes you feel like you’re not just his leftovers. Maybe that’s what you need, Leo. To reclaim yourself.”

He walked sneakily towards the window of the house, peeking behind the window. "Please let me go. Please forgive me." "HAHAHAHA," Dita closed her mouth tightly in shock when she saw that inside the room, there was a woman whose hands were tied, blood flowing all over her body. And, a guy wearing a black t-shirt was facing her while holding a knife that was full of fresh blood. "Sorry? For someone like you?" the guy said and then stuck the knife in his hand into the woman's thigh. Making the woman scream hysterically.

⚠️ 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.

EPISODE TWENTY THREE TITLE: THE SEX THERAPIST THEME: Sex Drive Jovy heaved a sigh as she got down from the taxi after paying the driver. When he drove off, she looked up to see a different building. But she was standing in front of a building called “Little Angels Home” And she was headed to Mr Wellington office. Mr Wellington is a sex therapist. Jovy sniffled as she walked into the building to find the sex therapist office. Her closest friend at work had recommended that she sees a sex therapist because she had a bit of a problem controlling her sex drive.

The memory of her loudly challenging Cedric to prove that she could have sex before marriage hurt her heart and herself. And it was further complicated by the fact that, for a second time, she had knowingly not resisted the man's attack a few minutes earlier. Instead, she enjoyed it and wanted more. Then suddenly, she remembered the thing that embarrassed her even more, which was the moment of release when Cedric's two fingers shook her pussy until she squirted. "Ah... Damn, why is this happening?" She screamed in frustration as she hit her head with her fist. Selena suddenly sobbed, lamenting her current state, which was indeed like being a prostitute, a cheap woman with no commitment and n