Being Slutted Out Novels & Stories

That image was seared into my mind a betrayal that felt just as vivid as fire. My heart pounded furiously, I stormed away, slamming shut the door with force that made the walls tremble. Like venom, a bitter sense of humiliation, disgust, and rage coursed in me. My thoughts began spiralling, as they were latching onto just one cruel, searing truth. The truth was what a slut.

' 'And you didn't think my approval was needed? 'No. That slut leaves here now. The photographer is here. I brought props for the photoshoot. I'll get the other slut ready. I mean, the slut you married. Too many sluts in your young life.' Barbara spat.

Double-tongued [ duhb-uhl-tuhngd ] adjective deceitful; hypocritical. ___________________________________________________________________________ 21 / 12 / 2021 “I said , you’re just another slut…like your behavior proved it…Next time , respect other people’s privacy and do not listen in on their calls , slut…” he says in a cold harsh voice. He then walks away and bangs his door shut. I am left standing there shocked at what just happened and what he had said.

She launched into it, voice dropping low and filthy. Tasha leaned in closer, voice dropping to that husky, conspiratorial tone she used when she was really proud of herself. “She had me pinned to the bed, her tongue circling my clit so slow I was begging. I squirted all over her face. She licked me clean!” “What!” My friends screamed in excitement. “That's not all, she told me how sweet I tasted, how pretty I looked coming undone, and then she fucked me until I screamed into the pillow, coming over and over till I couldn’t move.”

She groans and trembles, grabbing desperately at the fucking sheet. "Fuck, Rae. God, you're such a fucking slut." I grunt through clenched teeth, unable to conceal the vile, sadistic side of myself that I try to keep hidden. "Mhmyeah... I...I'm your... I'm your...slut." She manages to speak in between thrusts while still clutching the sheet for dear life. I still can't get Harley out of my fucking head as my cock prods her tight, slippery asshole. Rae is hit with brutal, vicious blows that cause her muscles to tighten up around my cock as I slam into her, wishing she were someone else. The sounds of her grating groans are finally drowned out by the city noise, which roars in through the open

"Let me feel that cunt going wild, slut!" "I'm such a slut," she moaned. "I love being used. I'll have your cum dripping out of my pussy as I help the students. They won't know that you fucked me so hard, but I will! Oh, yes, yes, Carter, dump your cum into my pussy!" Her cunt went wild around my cock.

"How many others are there, North? How many 'Pookies' do you have waiting in the wings? Is that how you operate? Spread your legs for every rich man who looks your way?" The slut-shaming was a familiar weapon, but it never failed to draw blood. I felt the tears well up, hot and sharp, but I fought them back. I refused to let him see me break. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. I started to unbutton my shirt, my movements stiff and automatic. If this was all he wanted, then fine. Let's get it over with. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice laced with disgust. "Stop it. You irritate me right now. Get out."

Anger, hate, and a hint of desire. Even with all the name-calling, and the degradation, I still desired him, there was no denying that as he was made for me. I wished I could tell him, explain it all but I couldn't. There were no words to tell him because it was true. I was slut and I didn't expect him to welcome me with open arms but I didn't expect him to toss me so quickly to the side either.

"You're a slut, a whore. What are you?" "'m a slut," Janine mumbled. "Louder," Lucy commanded. "I'm a slut. I'm a whore." The tall brunette seemed to sag visibly on saying the words. "Good. Now undress." "What, I can't..."

It sounded so deliciously dangerous that she nearly came. And then—bam—whatever was holding her back wasn’t there anymore. Broken or yielded or simply vanished. “I'm a slut,” Cole gasped out. “Am I a slut?” He slid a possessive hand up the naked underside of her thigh. “Yes. Yes, she is. A very depraved, wayward little imp of a slut.” “Oh god.” Cole squirmed frantically. “W-what happens to…slutty little imps?” “What do you think happens to slutty little imps?”