Being Slutted Out Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Put this on. We can’t have you looking like a slut in front of the Winters’ family.” A slut. The words almost made Leanne laugh out loud. That was what she was, a high-class slut. A whore. Nothing but a plaything for rich and powerful men. She forced a smile to mask her pain, silently pulled out the outfit from the paper bag and her eyes widened in amazement as she did.

So I had memorized every single word perfectly. I stayed on all fours, took a deep breath, and recited: "I am Poppy the slut, My body is yours to do whatever you want, While I'm with you, I have no thoughts or feelings, While I'm yours, treat me like a cheap whore, Anything you have ever wanted to try with a woman, Anything you have ever fantasized about, I am here to make it happen. Use and abuse me anyway you want, A quick suck and fuck, Or a weekend of torture and gangbang,

Let alone been so unprofessional. "Slut? That's the best you’ve got?" Angelique mocks and laughs. That laugh she does when she's about to say something hurtful, "The fact that your new boyfriend wants me more than he wants you doesn’t make me a slut. It just makes you a tomboy beta with no sex appeal, and it makes me a goddess that no one can resist. But... having dirty sex with him while he's with you maybe does make me a slut. I guess you were right, then."

The way she fidgeted with the hem of her dress only added to the allure, her thighs clenching together in a gesture that spoke volumes without words. "But I wanted to see my Mini pleasuring herself," I declared, a hint of dominance coloring my tone. "Spread your legs, little girl." Slowly, almost reluctantly, she spread her legs to reveal the glistening evidence of her arousal. So fucking wet. "Tsk. So shy but you're wet, my dirty slut" I taunted, a sadistic chuckle escaping my lips as I reveled in her embarrassment. "What..is a..s-s-slut? " She uttered, cupping her cunt and rubbing her pearl.

she moaned, "I'll be your granny slut, your grandma cûm dump and your GILF fûck toy." Her implication that this could be more than a wild one-time thing sent a shiver through me and made my balls boil with the imminence of my explosion. "I'll cûm in this granny pussy, you sexy thing," I assured. Holding back was taking every fibre of my being. "I'll cûm inside my grandma slut as soon as she cûms on my dick." A few deep strokes later she gave a scream and her body shuddered against mine. "Oooooh, yes, Derek, I'll be your sluuuuuuuut!"

She trailed off as I didn't let her answer and attacked her dripping nethers with my warm mouth, slightly grazing my teeth onto her sensitive swollen slits, and she tried to move her thighs away when another smack landed on her core, "don't move, Slut!" ...

Alessia ____ I am a slut. You might be wondering why I suddenly labeled myself as a slut but I had a reason. I was craving to feel his hardness buried in the depth of my walls again. I had times without numbers when I had to squeeze my thighs to stop the sinful feeling between my legs. One thing that Carina forgot to mention to me was the after-desire. The overwhelming longing couldn't allow me to think of anything else but him, his cock, and the night

“Greedy girl, dripping all over the sheets, begging without even knowing it. Say what you are.” “I’m—fuck—” I gasp, my thighs trembling. “I’m your slut.” “Louder.” “I’m your slut!” The word rips out of me and the shame cuts deeper than the sting of her hand. I never said that for anyone before. Not even for the boyfriends who thought they owned me and begged me to talk dirty. I never let anyone make me feel small… until now. And God help me, I want it. Her grin is wicked as she bends back down, her tongue piercing into me, her palm smacking my clit in sharp bursts until I’m writhing, tears in my eyes, unable to hold back.

Hearing this, the crowd's gazes toward me turned even harsher. "An adopted daughter is just an adopted daughter. Even after being loved for so many years, she's still so petty." "With a father who'd sell his own daughter for cash, how decent could she be?" "If you ask me, she deserves to be sold off to some old man. At least they'd get rid of this troublemaker." Mrs. Scott Senior slammed her cane heavily on the ground and scoffed in contempt. "Now that Cam himself has said you're not the Saccone heiress, what more do you have to explain?

Have you been taking any medicine after s*x" Luciana asked and she shook her head. I'll go prepare the medicine for you, it helps in relieving plains too, not because I cared but because I pity you enough to not want you dead if you eventually gets pregnant and he found out. Over 50 sex slaves had gotten pregnant and he slayed them all" Luciana said. "May the gods forbid me conceiving for a monster"Galene muttered. "Good you said so" Luciana said and left the room going to prepare the after s*x herbal medicine.