Novel & Cerita Sexy Slaves

"He's hitting the very back of me... his cock feels like a hot iron rod stretching me open! Vanderbilt... look at how wide I am for him! I'm swallowing all of him, and you can't do anything but sit there and watch! You want it, don't you? You want to feel how wet I am? But you'll never touch me! I'm his property! I'm his slut!" Huxley let out a muffled groan, his hand moving frantically now. He didn't even care that we could see. The room was thick with the scent of sex and the raw, animalistic power Soren was exerting. "I'm going to fucking cum," Soren announced, his voice a deep, vibrating roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the building. He grabbed my hips, his fingers diggi

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

Kale pov “Can I see your cock, Daddy?” The words hit me like a punch to the gut, soft, breathy, filthy, and so fucking sweet coming from Miles’s mouth. My dick throbbed violently against the confines of my slacks, already leaking enough to darken the fabric. Every filthy fantasy I’d buried for months roared to the surface at once: him on his knees, lips stretched wide, throat working around me while he whimpered and begged for more.

Alex whispered, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Marcus pressed another button on the remote. The machine sprang to life, the dildo sliding into Alex's tight hole in a slow, deep thrust. Alex cried out, his body arching against his restraints. The machine was relentless, its rhythm steady and unforgiving. It fucked him with a mechanical precision that was both terrifying and incredibly arousing. Marcus circled him, his camera clicking, capturing every angle, every moment of Alex's degradation and pleasure. He would occasionally reach out and pinch Alex's nipples, or stroke his cock, pushing him closer to the edge, only to pull back at the last second.

Instead, he grips her tighter and lifts her. Then, with savage power, he slams her back down onto his cock. She screams. Her back snaps into a beautiful arch, her breasts thrusting forward into his face. He grabs them again, squeezing them, holding her still in that position, addicted to the sight of her breaking beneath him. He continues to fuck her, slamming her down over and over, watching her shatter all over again. The wet slap of their skin grows louder, nastier, more animalistic. The room reeks of sex. Of sin. Of obsession.

"Lonely secretary desperately needs gang raping. 30-something short and curvy, 5'2, 36DD, 115 lbs. Send pictures of you and your friends. If your group is selected, you pay for a nice hotel suite. I show up and you fuck me raw. BDSM encouraged, but safe words must be respected. You know you want me." I had a flood of replies in the inbox that went with the ads, over thirty - groups of three, five, even groups of twelve guys who all wanted to rape my pussy. I went for a big group with cute guys, partly because there were eighteen guys in the group, but mostly because I liked their reply. Here's what they said:

Anyways I should not dwell on that since I was not going to date anyone anyways. First of all my parents were twisted and would probably do something with the information to make my life more miserable and second of all I was broken, twisted so no one would probably try to date me. I didn’t trust anyone enough to date someone anyways. I finally reached my first class which is chemistry and sat down on my seat. “Oh look who it is, the one and only slut ” said a voice. A voice I sadly knew too well. It was Selena who spoke and her clique was right behind her of course.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Then, I did, touching and pinching my red, arching and sensitive nipples that made my moan even more musical and crazy. His grip on my hips was bruising, fingers digging into flesh like he owned me. And maybe he did. Because I couldn’t fight this—I didn’t even want to. Not when he was wrecking my prostate with every ruthless thrust. “I can feel it,” he hissed behind me. “The way your slutty little hole clenches every time I hit that spot.” “Don’t—ah—don’t say it like that,” I begged, humiliated at how turned on I was.

The skinny girls weren't prepared for this kind of conversation. Next to me, the woman who participated in my homemade and weird porn, still sucked Ramirez. The man was moaning now, and that was a cold water bath on my erection. I was a little disgusted, I can't lie. Every moan of the woman was muffled by the sound of suction and how wet things were. I kept staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed, looking for some crack or anything that would distract me from that situation. "What are your most particular perversions? " asked the woman.