Novel & Cerita Slave Porn Stories

My holes gaped when they pulled out for a moment, red and swollen and leaking. My voice was raw from screaming their names and begging for more, my mind flooded with wild, untameable thoughts. ‘I’m John’s wife but I’m their slut now. I love how full I feel. I love being used like this. I was never meant to be pure—I was made for this corruption.’ John stroked himself faster, eyes wild with pride and lust, his cock leaking steadily. “That’s my wife. Look at you taking three cocks like you were born for it. Come for me again, Ava. Show me how much you love being ruined on our wedding night. Show me the dirty little whore I married.”

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

Until then, I was trapped here, touching myself for strangers and counting every tip. I slipped a hand under my t-shirt, idly playing with my nipple as the movie played on. The ache between my legs was already coming back. I kept teasing my nipple under my shirt, rolling it between my fingers as the couple on the TV fucked passionately. My pussy was getting wet again, that familiar ache building. The money from the call still had me buzzing… $700 just for riding a dildo and moaning like a slut. I wondered if HotFantasy88 would message again soon. Part of me hoped he would.

Darang yelled as he slammed into me, his body contouring with pleasure. When he stopped spamming, we stayed still like that. Then Darang slipped out of me. He slapped my pussy, making me spam again. Then he stared at my mother for a few seconds and walked away. “Now, you are officially welcome to the slut hood.” My mother said with a twisted smile. Then, she walked away as well. I reached down, cleared a chunk of the sperm that managed to slip out and licked it off my fingers as a deep sated smile rested on my face.

, I pouted, putting two fingers in my mouth, withdrew them with saliva, rubbing it over the tip of his cock. "This i's not right, I'm married to your mum. And you're just like my daughter". I put my finger on my lip to silent him. "Do you want to see my tits?". Gosh, I sounded like a slut, and I loved it. I had Frank under my control and I was going to make him worship my body. Without hesitating, I took the nightie off, exposing my touted tits as I started playing with them. "We could do it just this once. I won't tell Mom anything".

"An older man fucking you like you're his property. Tell me the truth, Lia." "Yes! Yes, Julian! Harder, please, fuck me harder!" I sobbed, completely losing my mind from the pleasure. He gripped my waist with both of his huge hands, lifting my body slightly with every single downward plunge, driving his dick so deep I could feel it hitting the very top of my womb. The forbidden nature of it, the raw age gap, the way he completely controlled every inch of my body pushed me straight over the edge. My tight walls clamped down on his long dick like a vice, contracting wildly over and over again as a massive, uncontrollable squirt burst out of me, drenching his thighs and his stomach.

He groaned, teasing me and keeping up the slow pace until I was trembling, begging, sobbing. “Please,” I gasped, my body arching, my thighs trembling. “Please, Lucian.” He pressed a hand to my stomach, pinning me down. “Not yet.” I whimpered. Lucian leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. “You’re going to learn, little one.” I could feel how hard he was against me, could feel his hunger, but he didn’t give in. Instead, he made me beg. “Tell me,” he whispered, his fingers ghosting over my soaked, aching core. “Tell me who you belong to.”

The door locked behind us. He threw me on the bed and followed, dress up, panties ripped down one leg, two thick fingers pushing straight into my soaked pussy. “Fuck. So wet.” “Mm…” He worked them deep, thumb on my clit. “You’ve been thinking about this.” “Yes.” He pulled his fingers out, licked them clean and shoved his sweatpants down. His cock was heavy and thick. He didn’t wait, he pushed into me in one long thrust that stole my breath. I bit my lip to stay quiet as he fucked me hard, the bedframe thumping the wall, hand over my mouth whenever I got loud.

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

A month had flown by in a haze of forbidden passion, with Adam and Nova stealing every possible moment to fuck like animals in heat, always careful to hide their illicit affair from Asli. Adam had claimed the young woman's body as his own personal playground. He pounded into her almost daily, whenever the opportunity arose, the risk of getting caught only fueling their lust. But Adam was deliberate in his recklessness, he never once slipped on a condom or allowed Nova to pop a single birth control pill.