Slave Sex Story Novels & Stories

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

It sprang forth, hard and pulsing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Kira stroked the veiny length, marveling at its size and heat. She guided the swollen head to her entrance, rubbing it teasingly along her slit, coating it in her juices. Jax groaned, his hips jerking forward as he sought entrance, desperate to bury himself in her welcoming heat.

Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.” I felt a drool slip out of my mouth. I wiped it off and for the first time, the corners of my lips curved up. “I’m a slut.” It was a confession, one I had longed to say out loud. “Shit boys, we’ve got ourselves a real one here.” that was Green eyes. I felt cinnamon spank my ass, I gasped out. “Get on your knees, Slut” I didn’t care who the order came from, I scrambled to my knees without a second of hesitation.

"It's complicated. That night, after I got a photo of Kinan kissing a man, I don't know why my body felt like I wanted to go to a gay Bar. I saw there was a lot of happiness there. Then, I had a drink and the waiter offered me a one-night stand with a man. He gave me the key to the room. In the room, I immediately hugged him tightly. The hug he gave really made me peaceful. After that, we had sex and I became the bottom party who sighed deliciously. Our game really- really made me feel better. I didn't want him to go but he lied." Vero stroked the mane of my hair, he looked at me intently, his jet-black eyes made me get a little radiance of calm there. "Then after this, what are you going to

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

I can't resist them even if I wanted to but this session with him would be the last one. Maxwell nudged my thighs with his legs in an attempt to widen them. I understood the assignment and obeyed immediately. Sliding his hands into my panties without having to pull down my sleeping pants, he first covered my clit with his palm. The heat sent me spiraling and I leaned in for more, oblivious to the fact that we were standing outside my room and could be caught at any moment. “Fuckk. Please give me more, Maxwell.” I pleaded desperately like a slut. With a low whimper, I started moving my hips in a slow circle. Head thrown back and eyes shut tight due to ecstasy.

“You're such naughty little sluts for your stepdaddy.” After several minutes of sloppy, wet sucking and gagging, Vincent pulled them up. “Get on top of me,” he ordered, sitting back down on one of the dining chairs. Clara went first. She lifted up her short skirt. Her dripping wet panties came into view. She pushed her panties aside and got on Vincent’s lap. Vincent watched her take off her top. He immediately buried his face in her round boobs. Clara slowly lowered herself onto his massive cock. The thick top stretched her tight entrance wide. She whimpered loudly as inch after inch slid inside her.

“I’m kidding Sasha. I do not ever discuss my sex life with anyone outside of the person in my bed or on occasion I have complained to Marcello about bad experiences like the one Saturday night. He is like my priest.” “Why was Saturday so bad?” “The activity itself was fine. The boredom and repetitiveness of the experience left me itching to leave. I spent a total of sixty-four minutes in the hotel room.” “Why did she think it was the best experience of her life?” Sasha’s face was one of pure disgust. “I don’t know,” he shook his head, “I didn’t even take my clothes off.” Her mouth hung open incredulously. “No. That’s horrible.” “Can we please get back on the topic at hand? If we continue dis

The kind of thing that could blow up everything. My cunt was already slick and aching, my body was active, God, I need his cock buried deeply inside, I need him to fuck me till my thighs tremble and till I lose balance. The women’s restroom was mostly empty. A couple of teenagers were at the sinks and left as I walked in. I went straight to the last stall, the larger accessible one and held the door open. He stepped inside. The second the latch clicked I was on him. He shoved me back against the cold tile wall and kissed me like he’d been holding it in for years.

“ No. Well, it was the best I have ever had in years. In my dream, I woke up to see you standing beside my window, you were staring at me with this cute smile you always give to me. I was. . . I was getting uncomfortable with the way you stood there so, I invited you to lay with me. But honestly, I didn’t just want you to lay with me. .” She paused for a while and he looked interested to know what next she was going to say. “. . .I wanted you on me and. . in me. But, I didn’t let it continue, so I woke up.” “ Why?” He asked with a smile. “ Because. . . it wasn’t real. It was just a dream.” “ You want a real one?” He asked. To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL