Being Slutted Out Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Take your words back. Say I'm not a slut.” The look in his eyes was serious as he answered, “But that is what you are. A slut. A slut that is hungry for dick and wants it down her throat so badly that she wouldn't care about her pride.” “Take it back, Alexander!” “But that would be lying, and I don't do that.”

When Johann was finally done with his romantic getaway, he came back home and trampled all over my self-esteem like he was disciplining a mere dog. Was I just their afterthought after all? I flung my phone onto the couch in a rage. "I hate secondhand men who've been defiled by other women!" This was the first time I had said such harsh words to him. Unexpectedly, Johann frowned at once as anger lit up in his fiery eyes. He grabbed my chin tightly and slapped me hard on the cheek just a split second later. He slapped me so hard that my vision blacked out for a moment. "Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you thin

“C’mon. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.” --- They spent the next hour raiding their tiny closets. Zoe threw dresses and lingerie onto the bed like a stylist prepping a shoot. Maya kept rejecting every option. “That’s too short.” “That’s see-through.” “That’s basically dental floss.” “Exactly,” Zoe teased. “We want slutty. Slutty sells.” Eventually Maya gave in to a silky black slip Zoe insisted on, muttering curses under her breath as she changed in the bathroom. When she stepped out, Zoe wolf-whistled.

Long-necked, dark green glass, still cool from the wine fridge. “You want to act like a slut?” His voice is dark velvet, dangerous and smooth. “Then I’ll treat you like one.” “Dominic—” “Say it.” He rubs the neck of the bottle through my wetness, coating the glass. “Say you’re a slut.” My pride wars with my arousal, but arousal wins. It always wins with him. “I’m a slut,” I whisper. “Louder.” “I’m a slut.” The words come out stronger now, shameless.

he glances around before his eyes land on mine once more, “But in the future I will call it like it is, when you finally give me that body of yours. You will be my little slut, not because I think you are, because you are far from being one, but I will say it because I know that once that sweet cherry of yours goes bye-bye, you’re going to let me fuck you whenever I want, and you’re going to love it…I promise you that. I will humiliate you and talk down to you while I fuck you, because I know you will get off on it, but only in the bedroom. You’re going to be a little slut for my cock, and my cock only, do you understand what I’m saying, Ella?” Um yeah, can someone be a slut before they even

Cumslut. That’s who I am. I’ve been called plenty of things: slut, whore, fucktoy, pornstar, cocksucker, and gangbang queen. But cumslut sticks to me like sweat after a hard fuck. It isn’t an insult. It’s a crown. You don’t get it by accident. You have to earn it, and I’ve mastered every skill it takes to be a true slut. At twenty-five, I know exactly what it means. I’m the woman men ache for when their wives fall asleep. I’m the body they crave when restraint shatters.

Mistress mommy finally asked, "Do you hear that, slut? Slave is offering to give up another two orgasms just so you can rest. See what a good girl she is? She's willing to sacrifice herself fro your sake. What do you think slut? Will you let your beloved girlfriend and fuck toy suffer in your place?" Slut looked up at me through lidded eyes and smiled softy at me, as she answered softly "No, mistress mommy. I want to cum again. Slave can show her love for me tonight in bed. I always cum harder when I can see her white face smashed against my pussy."

Photos of Daniel and Betty from various state events and public appearances flashed across the TV, followed by footage of Betty leaving the palace the previous day, her expression tight with barely concealed anger. Daniel let out a surprised breath, running a hand through his messy hair. “That was fast,” he muttered, a mix of surprise and reluctant acceptance in his voice. “I only ended it yesterday. The media must have had people watching every move. Palace leaks happen faster than I expected.” He shook his head slightly, a small, almost relieved smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “But… it’s for the best. No more pretending. No more hiding what I really want.”

Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.” I felt a drool slip out of my mouth. I wiped it off and for the first time, the corners of my lips curved up. “I’m a slut.” It was a confession, one I had longed to say out loud. “Shit boys, we’ve got ourselves a real one here.” that was Green eyes. I felt cinnamon spank my ass, I gasped out. “Get on your knees, Slut” I didn’t care who the order came from, I scrambled to my knees without a second of hesitation.

"Tell me what you are." "A slut," I whisper. "A cheating slut." fuck me already.