Sex Slave Story Novels & Stories

"After I was raped, didn't trust men enough to have sex. Didn't like women, so except for vibrators, didn't have no sex at all. Then I meet this bunch, and they having sex all the time. Can't hardly walk through the house without seeing somebody fucking someone else, but I learned about the slavery. Didn't do me a lick of good until I find out there be male slaves, too, some for men, others for women. Scott was thinking of getting a male slave for his slaves, help share the load, let them fuck other men because he's fucking other women. He decide at last minute not to get him another slave, but offer him to me. They figured it might be easier for me to have sex with someone I controlled. How

Her lips are as dry as can be. “But he can’t,” I add softly. She doesn’t move. So I try something else. “You wanna hear a stupid story?” She shrugs. “Back in Atlanta, I once got caught sleeping with a councilwoman’s daughter. Not caught in bed, thank God, but caught enough. She left her bra in my gym bag. Security found it while checking for weapons at the club entrance.” Dorothy blinks. I continue. “She had a thing for public sex. I had a thing for not saying no to anything with boobs and a membership card. It was a disaster waiting to happen.”

Only the wealthiest could afford to pay for the membership card and men like rich businessmen, actors, celebrities and even famous politicians came to the place to release all their sexual desires. Women on the show can be taken home for a special price and there were VIP rooms underground where patrons can take their women and fuck them. “C’mon, she might hear you. I don't want to get on her bad side, she can be a real bitch if she wants to.” Brianna rolled her eyes. Margaux continued to giggle. “Let me get that robe, darling. Good luck!” Brianna let out a shaky sigh. She tried her best not to feel nervous. She’s been doing this for almost two years now, but every show never fails to make h

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

I’d heard stories whispered among the servants back home—rumors of an underground den where music never stopped, where girls were paraded on their knees, collared, chained, forced to spread for men who had enough money to break them in half. Here, they weren’t daughters. They weren’t wolves. They weren’t human. They were sluts, whores, holes to be bought and ruined. And that’s what I was now. I could almost hear the girls before me being dragged, their screams swallowed up by the noise, their tears hidden under flashing lights. I could smell it too—sweat, liquor, sex, all mixing in the air. The scent of men who had already used their toys.

3 holds her head in place, moaning loudly as she did. On the other end, I circle my tongue over No. 2's clit while Mr Sterling's cock slams into me, stretching me and making me scream against her skin. The room is chaos now, full of moans, cries, the smell of sex and the sound of balls slapping against pussy. ... And the mirrored ceiling above reflects us, three Agency top models, taken one after the other and together by one married older man who hasn't even taken off his tie. I cum loudly, shaking and trembling, and he pulls out at the last second, stroking himself over all three of us.

"It wasn't just... it wasn't just sex. It was like he was trying to break me. He looked at me, Bridge. He lustfully looked at me. Not like a student, but like he wanted to own every breath I took." "Oh my God, he did! He actually did it!" she squealed, her voice muffled as if she’d covered her mouth with her hand. "Tell me everything, Pearl. Don't leave out one bit. Was it raw? Did he mark you? Did he treat you like the top student or did he treat you like a complete slut for him? Talk to me, girl! I’m sitting here in the middle of my dinner and I’m about to scream!" I looked at the locked door, the silence of the house pressing in on me, and finally let the truth out in a shaky breath. "

Skin slapping against skin, while the room was filled with wet and filthy sounds of raw sex and heavy breathing from both men. Robert pinched my nipples until I cried out around Marcus’s dick. “That’s it, Clarissa,” he rumbled. “Take us both. You feel so good… so tight… squeezing me like you never wanted me to leave.” His thrust picked up rhythm, harder and steadier, his balls slapping my ass. Marcus pulled out of my mouth, just long enough to slap his wet dick on my cheek. “You like this don’t you? Being used by both father and son. Debt whore!”

It hurt to a point that I pulled away and settled for using my mouth instead. I can be a masochist sometimes, but not when it comes to my precious vagina. The day after that, I declined any client. There was an issue in the house I needed to resolve. The day after that, Scott Preston. Son of the Vice President of the United States fucked me so hard I came once. Once. Disappointing. The other days were pretty similar, then yesterday, I tried it again. I got myself 3 clients. But it ended up getting so overwhelming I pressed the button. They wanted a piece of me at the same time, even growling when I as much as tried to get some air.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.