Being Slutted Out Novels & Stories

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it look like I had just giving to blow job and they had cummed all over me even though they were still completely closed. I looked like a slut.

Zaydeen’s eyes darkened, then he began to move his finger in and out of my pussy, dragging it in and out in the slowest manner. My thighs weakened at the softness of his thrust, and I felt a rush of heat running down my body. “Oh…” I cried in pleasure, biting gently on my lower lips while keeping my gaze locked on his. “You like how I am fucking your pussy, right? Slow and steady in ways that make you feel like my slut, huh?” Being called a slut has never sounded this sexy, because not only did my pussy drip, but my toes curled, and my eyes rolled backward. “Ummmm…” I cried out softly, feeling my legs as they began to shake.

something to say, and each one brightened Sam’s face the same way it must have brightened them up at that point in time when she told them all those things in her usual, cheerful way. “But despite all this, she’s a slut, right?” I asked, chuckling dryly. “If being like Sam means being a slut, then maybe we should all become sluts because…” I cast long meaningful stares at Hailey and Kaylee before adding, “I’d much rather be a slut, than a fucking hypocrite.” I stared at my friends who all had smiles on their faces, with Sam’s looking quite teary-eyed; but not the sad type this time. I shot her a wink, before turning to say, “so, I guess that makes me a proud slut.” “Not just you.” I tra

She had always been too careful in fixing up her dates so as not to muddle up her fixtures Nick maybe could not wait to be in her arms,she reflected in delights as she scrambled to her feet towards the door Before opening the door,she adjusted her strapless body hug that showed clearly the curves of her body and her skimpy black tight underwear as if she was an adolescent in her first date She opened the door in haste with please ng smiles on her face,Her smiles however withered away on seeing who was at the door One last person in the whole wide world she was not expecting to see at that point of time

He cupped one of my cheeks, and that light, single touch made my cunt squirm. “Stay with us, Phina,” he murmured, his breath warm against mine. “Be our slut. And the reason why we used slut instead of mate is because we don’t promise you love, or lovemaking. We promise you obsession, fucking hard, protection, and the chance to prove to your asshole husband that he made the wrong choice throwing you away, treating you like you don’t matter. And we will also make sure that you get the chance to defend yourself.”

“Look at her face! She’s fucking loving it!” She was. The three points of penetration—mouth, pussy, ass—were creating a feedback loop of sensation that short-circuited her brain. The humiliation of being watched, of being commented on, became a strange fuel. She was a slut for them. She was being ruined. And the physical proof of it, the relentless filling of her body, was pushing her towards a climax she’d never imagined possible. Jax pulled his cock from her mouth, letting it rest on her lips, dripping. “Tell them,” he commanded. “Tell the people watching what you want.”

I lean into him and then feel a twist of discomfort in my stomach when I remember…well, that someone else was keeping me warm with their body heat just a couple of hours ago. God, I wonder suddenly, am I a slut? My mind starts to race, my body going tense as I consider the fact that I’m letting Ivan hold me on the deck of my father’s house when only a few hours ago, his enemy – my boss, and maybe… my boyfriend? – was… God. Maybe I am a slut. Is it a bad thing to be a slut? I wonder frantically. Should I be sitting here, slut-shaming myself, or should I – like Janeen says – just give in to the impulses of my body and not bother with puritanical questions of shame –

fingers thrusting in and out of my hole, my teeth grasp onto my lower lip as I tried to muffle my scream “Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers like a little slut?” hands swiping all over my pussy as he trusted the third finger, “Yes, yes please fuck me harder” my eyes rolled to the back of my head, mouth wide open, my legs unconsciously spreading wilder, “You're a freaking little slut, my fucking slut, is that understood?”

"You're not done with this, are you?" As she spoke, her fingers caressed her… Oh my god! The whole of my cheeks and neck heated. Luckily, before Slutty could embarrass the female species further, Nathan strided forward, picked her like a sac, pushed past me as he walked out of the door and directly threw her out. The savage satisfaction spread through me again. I wasn't so asha