Fart Slave Stories Romane & Geschichten

“Sold for sixty million!" Did I just spend sixty million for a slave?

He increased his pace and soon she convulsed in silence and fell flat on the grass till she cooled off. "Hmm, this story is quite erotic and visual," she said putting her hands between her legs; holding back and really trying hard not to visualize his story. "What of the other slaves?" "They were not left out; they also had sex with each other, some girls to girls, men to men, two men to a woman and two women to a man; revelling together till the approach of the night". "Please continue" she pleaded to move her legs from touching his angry dick.

The whip cracked through the air, its leather tip biting into my flesh. I clenched my teeth, determined not to cry out. He circled me slowly, his boots scuffing against the floor. "You thought you could escape, did you?" he sneered, his voice low and dangerous. "Foolish girl. You could run from me? I am not a weak teenage boy. You are a slave and I am your master now." He leaned closer to my ear and whispered.

"This is what it looks like. It looks like me; a needy slave slut, Grade A prime meat." "And me," Rhonda said. "And me," Evelyn added. "Don't forget us," Marcia and Chantelle said. I smiled at my sisters. "And them." "It's not just slaves that are sluts," Shasta said. "I know a lot of men fuckers want to stick their cocks in every hole they can as often as they can get it up." "Can I hear an amen?" Bill said. "Amen, brother," Sam said. "It's not our fault," Master said. "Really. They manage to coax another erection out of me no matter how tired I am. Can I help it they're so delectable I can't leave them alone?"

"Each has their own story. Erika was the first male slave after me. He wanted to change his sex. From the moment he realized we'd do this here, he accepted everything." "It scares me!" Britney said in a trembling voice. "It's normal, you'll see, you'll have lessons for oral sex, sodomy, everything will be fine. » "What about the brand on Alex's butt?" "It's a brand to show that a slave has left here." "So she ran away?" "Yes, and she's back. And now you must rest. Tomorrow is another day." Britney went into her room where there was a real bed!

I said waving the book at his face. "Can I see? he inquired smiling. I nodded and stretched the book to him. "Slave to the Ruthless Master" he read aloud raising his brows. "This is an 18+ rated story" he said and eyed me. "What? I'm almost 18. It's just two months remaining" I defended. And it's not as if I haven't seen worse. What could be worse than what I caught Jayden doing today in the washroom? It's a human story that talked about a girl whom was sold by her father to a ruthless master who killed people without a second thought.

A SEX SLAVE FOR MY DAD'S BEST FRIEND 1. My name is Sami, and I am 33 years old. I have been a slave for about three years. Prior to that I was married to a nice, but VERY vanilla man. He had been brought up that having sex was for making babies, and that's it. He didn't follow that to the letter, as we did have sex occasionally...but certainly not often and definitely not very exciting. The master has asked me to write about our relationship from the beginning until now. Sharing it with you is part of the task as well. Just like any task that I do, there are rules. The rules for this are as follows:

Taught to Obey: Stretching Her Pussy for the Step-Father The Midnight Intruder: Fucked While My Husband Sleeps The Office Orgy: Taking the Whole Boardroom Stuffed and Satisfied: A Debt Paid in Semen The Step-Brother’s Claim: Marking Her Ass as His Territory The Frat House Slut: Taking Every Cock In Sight Double Penetrated and Degraded: The Maid’s True Calling Pussy on the Edge: Used Until She Could Barely Walk The Master’s Debt: Taking It All From Every Side

She quivered in excitement as she penned her ninth story, loving the sound the ballpoint pen made as it glided over the paper. Natalie and Carter find the party is super lame. It's so vanilla, but then one guy brings a half-dozen sluts from St. Tatiana's, including the Davenport Twins. A keg's rolled in, the beers are handed out, and the rich sluts are already getting wild. Things get hot so fast as the sluts from St. Tatiana's start dancing all sexy. They're grinding on guys, practically fucking them while everyone watches. They're all wearing their too-short schoolgirl skirts and white blouses tied beneath their breasts. Not a one is wearing underwear.

They were encouraging someone to do something. “That’s right little bitch, that’s what you are now, the slave bitch!” I heard one man laugh out. “Fuck him good!” Another called. The smell of male arousal was strong, the offending scent assaulting my nose. Ten other slaves stood around crowding in a circle. I heard a slap, and someone making a panicked noise. Some of the men had their cocks in their hands watching whatever was in the middle of the circle.