Slave Erotica Novels & Stories

This was a woman who was a master cocksucker and she loved it and the power it gave her over men. Eva released my rigid cock from her wet mouth with a gentle “pop” and slid her tiny frame back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and folding her knees, and looking at me pleadingly asked, “Will you lick my clit please?” I dove right in, dropping to my knees and plunging my face into her soaking wet muff, wondering why she seemed to be begging for this most basic of sex acts, something I know men would pay good money to do to such a glorious love hole. I plunged my tongue into her pussy and then licked all around it, plunging two fingers in as I gently sucked her clit. Eva came with a sharp yel

Fucking hell. I start moving slow at first, and then soon, I pick up the pace as I bounce hard, ass slapping against her thighs, lost in the wet heat and her constant stream of praise and filth. “Fuck, look at that greedy pussy swallowing me. So shy in the world, but such a desperate little cum-slut for your succubus.” Lira’s voice is low, wanton in a way that makes me want to cum right there and then. My nipples feel tight, hard, and when she rubs her tail against it, I feel like my heart is going to force its way out through my throat.

Lila screamed in pleasure and pain. “I… I used to sneak into your room while you were in prison,” she confessed between moans as I pounded her. “I’d steal your old shirts… wrap them around my face and finger myself on your bed. I’d cum thinking about you hating me… about you coming back and destroying me like this.” Her words fed the darkness in me. I grabbed her ponytail like reins and fucked her mercilessly, balls slapping against her clit. The sound of her wet pussy taking my cock filled the living room. I spanked her ass repeatedly until it glowed bright red.

“The gallery is already whispering your shame. My trusting daughter stands just beyond the mist, still believing her dearest friend would never let her own father breed her like a desperate whore.” The amplified echoes of their wet fucking — the squelch of cum being stirred, the slap of skin, Elara’s muffled whimpers — bounced around the alcove. The risk — Lyra’s soft voice calling her name from nearby — pushed Elara over the edge. She came violently, pussy spasming and milking Kaelen’s cock as she squirted around him, her juices mixing with his cum and dripping down her legs. Kaelen groaned and flooded her womb with another heavy load, grinding deep to push every drop inside her overflowing

"Say it. What do you want?" His hand grabbed one of my breasts and fumbled with the nipple. "I want... it," I breathed out, biting my lip. "You want what?" he asked, his finger still deep inside me. My whole body was shaking from the sensation. I could feel my orgasm building up. "I want your finger inside me," I said. "Good girl. I will finger your little pussy so deep, Sara." And he did. ⸻ "Good morning, Sara." A yawning Layla walked into the kitchen. I gave her a look. "Good morning, sleepyhead. You sleep like a corpse."

He orders me to undress and I obeyed him without resisting, he orders me to turn around and I did, I felt a strong slap on my ass that made me pass saliva because I was fascinated. He takes off his belt and puts it around my neck and subtly pulls me to another room, I was nervous because I didn't know where he was taking me, he guided me without taking his eyes off me, his smile makes me tremble because he is fascinating. When he stepped aside there was a bed, an armchair in a strange shape. —Last night this tantric chair arrived. We'll see how it works.

Sophia watches, biting her lip. I turn to her. “Your turn, cum rag.” I rip her plug free—more cum spilling, her tighter hole clenching desperately. I force her next to Lila, asses up, side by side. “Gentlemen, feast your eyes on these ruined sluts. Time to show you some forbidden fun.” I start with toys—grabbing the drawer of depravities. First, massive dildos—thick as my wrist, veined and black. I lube one roughly and press it to Lila’s asshole—no prep.

The VIP room was small and dark, lit only by a faint purple light that made Layla’s skin look like glowing silk. She stood in the center of the room, and the three men, Marcus, Jax, and Leocouldn't breathe just looking at her. She was built with incredible curves, her waist tiny and her hips wide and heavy. Her breasts were the best part; they were huge, round, and so heavy they swayed beautifully with every step she took. The skin on her chest was pale and soft, and her nipples were dark and hard, poking out like they were begging to be tasted. She reached back and unhooked her gold bra, letting her heavy breasts fall free, bouncing softly as they were released. The men groaned at the sight

Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops. Marcus screamed through the ring gag, but it came out as a wet gargle. The five demons circled Lila slowly, breathing heavy, sulfur and raw lust thick in the air. She stood there trembling, cum still leaking down her thighs from the first two, but her pussy was clenching visibly, hungry for more.

I pressed my thighs together tighter under the desk, trying to ignore the growing throb between my legs. My nipples tightened against the lace of my bra, pressing noticeably against my blouse if the light hit just right. I hoped he wouldn’t notice. He continued, voice growing richer. “Degradation adds to the intensity. Calling her my filthy whore while she’s soaked and desperate. Pinning her down, yanking her hair, slamming into her from behind until she’s screaming. And breeding… the fantasy of pumping load after load into her unprotected pussy, filling her until she’s overflowing, imagining her swelling with my seed. Marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.”