TheSlave - Sex Stories

Sex Stories, Erotic Stories, Porn Stories, XNXX Stories, Adult Stories, XXX Stories

Sex Stories Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Anal, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Fantasy, Incest, Hardcore, First Time, Dark Fantasy, Young, Group Sex, True Story, Romance, Masturbation, Domination/submission, Male/Female, Teen Male/Teen Female, Written by women, Teen, Erotica, Lesbian, Mature, Bi-sexual, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Virginity, Taboo, Humiliation, Female/Female, Cheating, Reluctance, Male/Teen Female, Rape, Threesome, Bondage and restriction, Gay, School, Voyeurism, Non-consensual sex, Cruelty, Love Poems, Violence, Teen Male / Female, Ass to mouth, Coercion, Wife, Male / Females, Job/Place-of-work,

TheSlave

Date: 11/9/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

an envelope with hundred dollar bills in it. Stephi awkwardly took one bill and stuffed it into her jeans, and quickly left. She literally fled from the mansion. As she drove back to her home, she couldn’t help notice how wet she was, and how exhilarated she felt. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of that power and control she had hoped for. It was frightening but it was wonderful. She immediately went home and masturbated collapsing after one of the most powerful orgasms that she had ever felt. Over a very short period of time, Stephi’s clientele list grew unbelievably long. Word had spread quickly of her services and the skill with which she handled the slaves. The owners didn’t care about price; they just wanted their slaves to look good. Stephi was overwhelmed with so many clients coming in so quickly. She was even more overwhelmed with the vast array of male flesh she was seeing and touching. It was not long before Stephi got over her fear and started having her own fun with the slaves. Not a single owner had questioned her rules, nor had any of them even tried to enter the locked room. She found that she could actually cut and trim the slave’s hair in less than twenty minutes, which would leave an hour, to an hour and a half, for her to do what she wanted. She still could not believe the huge variety in males and their attachments. Some were obviously big, most were young, muscled, tanned, in excellent shape. There were some that were not as desirable, but all of them ... were obviously sought after for one reason or another. Stephi could only imagine what some of their sexual attributes might be. She understood the most desirable brought the most money, while the less desirable brought less money. It was that simple. They all had some attribute that made them marketable. It had been hard for Stephi to get over her being timid and fearful. It was quite a few sessions before she was comfortable enough to start playing with the slaves and many sessions before she got up enough nerve to actually examine the slave’s cock and balls as she wanted to. The slaves were all alike, immediate erections, lots of pre-cum, and the insistence for release. Even though gagged, it was obvious that they begged for release. Stephi thought most of their sexual frustration came from the fact that they were NOT allowed that kind of pleasure by their owners. Further, with them blind-folded, their imaginations could run rampant trying to picture the person that was cutting their hair, or moreover, the person that was gently fondling their sex. As Stephi became more accustomed to the sessions, she became bolder. She had gotten to the point that she stopped wearing panties under her jeans or short skirts; it had become way too messy and it gave her quicker and easier access to those parts that craved attention during the sessions. She would, for the most part, only tease herself; touching and tormenting her clit and her overly wet pussy until she could reach the safety ...