Made a Slave by 6 Men E-Book

Nancy Williams

• Herausgeber: Der Neue Morgen - UW2
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 82

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

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My sweetheart had a pretty whacky idea. He wanted to lend me to his friend Paul. He, in turn, was supposed to educate me to be a slave who lets herself be taken by several men. Paul and his friends went very hard to the point with me. I was made into a willing woman, a real slave, by every trick in the book. Whereas, if I'm honest, I actually only get extremely aroused when I'm threatened with violence or treated with violence and humiliation. My upbringing lasted for one horrible night.... +18, very hard SM scenes, described in detail.

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Made a Slave by 6 Men

A Hard EroticSM Storyby

Nancy Williams

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Title: Made a Slave by 6 Men

Author: Nancy Williams

ISBN: 9783959248174

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Made a Slave by 6 Men

Made a Slave by 6 Men

How it all began.

My sweetheart said to me one afternoon, "I've decided to lend you out to a good friend for tonight. You will go to him tonight by cab and be available to him and possibly, if he wants, to his friends all night long."

I looked at him a little incredulously, I had already let myself be used in his presence by a whole pack of men and had also been fucked strangers alone several times, at his request, but he had never lent me before, as he called it.

I said to him, "You know I'll do anything you ask of me, but how do you imagine that?"

He answered, "My friend Paul, you've seen him before at the summer party of the tennis club, thinks you're very pretty and has been pretty horny for you for a long time. He has wanted to fuck you for a long time. And since I still owe him a favor, I decided to put you at his disposal for one night. He will help me to make you a perfect slave. You will do everything he commands you. Your only taboo is that you will not be fucked without a rubber, otherwise you will be his whore and willing slave for that night".

I could remember Paul. That was actually quite a sympathetic man. The guy had flirted with me pretty hard at the summer party and could hardly take his eyes off my cleavage. There were worse things than having to fuck such a good-looking man.

My husband said to me, "You will wear a bra, panties open at the crotch, plus a garter belt and stockings, over that a miniskirt and a blouse that don't cover too much. Then you will take a cab. Paul is expecting you around 7: 00 p.m.. You will ring his doorbell. When he opens the door, you say to him: ‚Here is your whore, I am at your disposal tonight.’"

I got ready as my sweetheart had told me to and set off in time to meet Paul. The cab driver constantly looked between my legs, because my skimpy mini allowed a good view of my suspenders and the open crotch thong while sitting.

When I stood in front of Paul's house, he lived in a row house, I was already quite excited thinking about what would probably come to me and also noticed how my pussy began to get wet.

When Paul opened the door for me, I said, just as my husband had ordered me, "Here's your whore, I'm at your disposal tonight".

"Oh, there's Paul's little marriage bitch. The anticipation is already written all over your face. I hope you're already really horny," he greeted me, and then said to me, "come in," and went ahead into the living room.

I probably didn't look at him very friendly, because he treated me like a cheap whore right at the greeting and didn't act as if this was a normal visit. When we were standing in his living room, it was very tastefully decorated, he already grabbed me under my skirt.

I did not resist, but pressed my thighs firmly together. Paul in turn brutally pushed my legs apart, grabbed me through my crotch open panties in my pussy and twirled briefly and painfully my clit.

While he said to me: "If I want to grab you horny piece between your legs, then you make them obligingly immediately wide, otherwise you will get huge trouble with me. Why are you so prudish today, dearest Catherine. Your husband told me that he already let whole packs of men use you. And now down with the superfluous groping," he urged me.

He continued to treat me like a whore ordered by him.

I did not react immediately.

Paul pulled my head upwards extremely painfully by my hair, grinned broadly at me and then made his point quite unmistakably clear to me: "Listen to me well, you little marriage bitch, I'm going to treat you tonight like a whore bought by me, over whom I can dispose entirely as I please. You came here voluntarily. You can leave immediately, but then you will have to explain things to your husband. But if you stay, I expect unconditional and immediate obedience from you. You will be severely punished for any negligence or failure to follow instructions."

I said nothing, but unbuttoned my blouse and exposed my breasts, which were still covered by my bra.

Paul commented on my change of mind with the remark: "So you accept that for tonight you will be my personal pleasure slave, my plaything and my whore?"

I hesitated briefly, then answered somewhat ironically, but with a deliberately humble look in my eyes: "Yes, my Master", while I unzipped my skirt and slowly let the garment slide down.

Paul sat meanwhile comfortably on his sofa and studied extensively and in all peace my now only in red lingerie wrapped body.

I opened my bra and let also this garment fall to the ground. All this I did very slowly, always hesitating, as if ashamed. I am certainly not a trained stripper, but a little bit I already mastered it, to undress provocatively slowly naked.

Last followed the beautiful red panties, which I stripped very gently with pointed fingers and exposed my partially shaved intimate area. I got out of my little panties and now stood, stark naked except for my nylons, in front of Paul.

He said, "You leave the garter belt and stockings on".

He liked himself further in the role of the master, who looked at his bought slave, and commented on my nakedness with his blasphemous tongue: "Well, your tits are already a bit too small, but at least they don't hang".

Paul stood up and joined me. He squeezed and kneaded my breasts, but not tenderly to excite me, more like a meat inspection. Then he abruptly grabbed my crotch. Not to tenderly caress my shaved pubic but he reached directly into my cleft, opened little tenderly my inner Venus lips and inserted first one and then two fingers into my vagina.

"The little slut is already wet," he commented on what he found there and thus remained verbally in the master and slave game by addressing me only in the third person.

That I was already so wet in the crotch, I myself had not yet properly perceived, the situation excited me probably more than I admitted to myself.

Paul fucked me a while with two fingers deep into my wet pussy, then pulled his fingers out of me, smelled them with pleasure, pushed them into my mouth and obediently I licked my own moisture from his fingers. Then Paul grabbed my crotch again, fucked me again with his fingers and then let me lick them clean again. Paul's rough caresses simply made me hot.

"You really are a horny little slut, your cunt is about to leak," my rapidly rising arousal was commented by Paul.

The next time he first pushed his thumb into my wet pussy and penetrated my rosette quite roughly, first with one, but then with two fingers. I winced painfully.

Paul just laughed at that. "A whore has to be able to withstand a little bit and this is just the beginning of tonight for your little whore ass".

Paul continued to fuck me with his fingers alternately in my butt and in my increasingly slippery cunt and forced me in between every now and then to lick my juices from his fingers. This went on until I was already breathing very hard and could hardly stand up straight with excitement, which of course did not escape him.

He stripped off his robe, under which he was completely naked. His already fully erect penis rose steeply between his thighs.

Paul continued, "Oh yes, what I had forgotten in the description of your features before, your lips are nice and soft. And made up in exciting red. They're made for pleasuring a hard cock. Kneel down in front of me and take my cock in your horny blow mouth."

I obediently went down on my knees in front of him, fortunately the carpet was very soft, and devoted myself, as commanded, to his steeply towering manhood. It already made me feel a bit like a cheap whore who had to do everything the master who had bought her demanded of her. But it was also a very exciting performance for me.

With my tongue out, I first playfully lapped at his power-thrusting purple-tinted bulging glans for quite a while, which Paul watched and enjoyed with obvious pleasure. The small opening at the tip of his penis was already slightly sticky and tasted a bit salty, the first sperm droplets could already be tasted. Then came the little ribbon on the underside of the thick penis head extensively. And then I spoiled with my tongue the bulging balls in his scrotum.

Tenderly I took first one and then the other scrotum completely in my mouth and licked and sucked on it. If I had to play here already at the request of my husband for Paul the obedient pleasure slave, then I wanted to do it properly.

When I thought I had played around enough, I sucked his hard cock deep into my warm mouth and let him feel my tongue on the underside. At the same time, I continued to tenderly stroke his bulging balls with one hand, which Paul again acknowledged with a horny groan.

I looked up and looked directly into his eyes. Paul watched me closely as I spoiled his cock with my mouth. Since I had put on red lipstick at home, I probably had to offer a pretty horny picture, as I now devotedly, with red made-up mouth sucked on his thick cock.