Being Slutted Out Mga Nobela at Kwento

The slut said with a seductive smirk playing on her lips. Undress and get on the bed!" Joel said in a commanding tone. "As you wish, handsome!" Without hesitation, she got undressed and got on the bed, laying upward and and spreading her legs apart exposing her v*****na. Joel too got undressed as his d*** stood erect, ready for action. "Come to momma!" The slut said, stretching her arms wide while locking gaze on his huge d***. She felt like putting his d*** into her mouth and sucking it like some candy but Joel wasn't ready to let some stinky mouth suck his d***.

Then he leaned down to my eye level, making me look away to avoid the awkward contact, and muttered, “And then—I’ll do stuff that’ll make you wet between your legs. I’ll break this good girl act and show the world who you really are. A slut.”

Then the sound of his zipper echoed, and just like that, he was gone. He left me there dripping, my ruined panties torn and hanging from one thigh, a pathetic trophy of my surrender. When did I become a slut? When did I go from fingering myself to p**n and now to fucking a younger man I’d never laid eyes on in my life? I tried to close my thighs, hoping I could hide it all, but the slick mess only spread, sticky warmth gluing my skin together. I let it happen. Oh God, I've ruined myself.

“Say it. Say you’re my little anal slut.” “I’m your little anal slut,” she cried, her body trembling on the verge of a massive orgasm, her mind a haze of pure sensation. “I’m yours. All of me is yours. My ass is yours.” “Good girl,” he grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic, his control starting to slip. “Now come for me. Come with my cock buried in your ass. Come for me, my dirty little slut.”

"Oh, so you don't wanna seem like a slut? "Don't you know guys love sluts?" "You do?" "Yes, there's nothing better than to take a girl out and her letting you do whatever you wanna do to her." "A slut who lets you put your dick in her and fuck her." "That's what we want." He took me out and fucked me a few more times then, he started seeing another girl.

"No baby, not you. Of course not. How could I think that? I'm so sorry." "Don't be," she said. "I am a slut and you know it ... not only that, but you LOVE it." "Yes, yes I do," he said. "A slut who has only had sex with six people. Slut slut slut." "Well," she said, "I've had a LOT of sex with those six people! I can still be a slut, can't I?" "If you like, dear. If you like," he said.

I looked at myself in the mirror, turning slowly. The skirt lifted with every movement, flashing the smooth curve of my bare ass and the glistening lips of my already wet pussy. I was a slut. A girl who couldn’t stop thinking about getting stuffed with multiple thick cocks at once. And if those rich older men at the golf club brought their whores… then tonight I was going to offer myself up like the perfect little cumslut they didn’t even know they needed.

"But only once you've understood and accepted the rules." "What are the rules, daddy?" "The rules are that if we fuck now, you become my new slut. As my slut, you fuck me and only me. As my slut, you sleep in my bed and welcome my cock inside your cunt whenever I want to put it there. As my slut, you're happy to suck my cock whenever I want my cock sucked. As my slut, you wear slut clothes picked out by me when we're together and whatever outfits I think are suitable when we're not. As my slut, you only masturbate when I tell you to. As my slut, you perform household tasks naked if I want you to. As my slut, you will come to my work for fucking or sucking if I summon you. As my slut, you kee

“Say it, you broken slut.” “I’m your broken slut,” I moaned, my head spinning from the hard thrusts. He slapped my other cheek, not too hard but enough to sting. “Louder. Tell me how my cock feels ruining you again.” Every slap made my pussy clench tighter around him. “Your cock feels so good ruining me! It’s stretching my wet cunt so much. Harder, please!” The orgasms started coming fast. My brain melted with each one. I shook and squirted around his thick shaft, soaking us both.

He was so humiliated that he and his friends spread rumors that I was sleeping around, stringing multiple guys along at the same time. When Sally found out, he went after them one by one. He beat every single one of them until no one dared whisper my name again. One time, the boy who started the rumors called in a few of his friends. After school, they followed Sally down the hallway and shoved him through a floor-to-ceiling window. Sally never saw it coming. His entire body crashed through the glass, and he tumbled to the ground in a shower of broken shards. The fall was not far enough to cause anything serious, but both of his arms were slashed to ribbons by the fragments.