Being Slutted Out Novels & Stories

‘You’re a whore that can’t be satisfied without two dicks. ‘Mmmm.’ I moan, leaning my head onto his shoulder. ‘Say it,’ he orders, grabbing my nipple and pinching it so pain and pleasure surge through me. ‘Say you’re a slut that can’t be happy without two dicks in her.’ ‘I’m a slut,’ I whimper, unable to resist what he wants of me. ‘I’m a slut that likes to have two dicks in me at the same time.’ ‘Such a good girl,’ Allister huffs, beginning his thrusts again. ‘And good girls deserve rewards.’

she blurted out, loud and clear. "Look up, mademoiselle. Look into my eyes and tell me you're ready, and you want me to fill you up with my cream. And that you want me to fuck you like no one has ever done before. Tell me to my face that you're ready to be my slut for money!" He said to her. Gently, she raised her head to look at him as her heart beat really fast. "I want you to fuck me, and uh… fill me with your… stuff. And uhm, yeah, everything you said." She was so embarrassed, but she tried to hide it.

she continued, talking in a seemingly professional manner while showcasing these obscene images. "I am a slut! A huge slut! The sluttiest of the sluts. The skankiest of the skanks. The trashiest of the trashy. The whoriest of the whores. Ever since I grew tits, I have been letting guys, and the occasional girl, play with them. I have been told I should be ashamed of myself, that no one likes a slut, but I do not care. I love it! I love being a slut! It is my best my quality. Callum, I am really, REALLY, good at sex, like, amazing at it. You do your work as the best boyfriend ever in public and I work in the bedroom."

I whispered to her. “There is nothing wrong with the relationship that we have as long as we are happy with it,” Reed adds. “I know.” She sighs. “It’s just...” I sat back to take a good look at her. She has her head down, playing with a piece of fluff on her sweater. “You had better not be thinking that you are a slut.” I hooked my finger under her chin, making her look at me. “I know when we were having fun earlier that word was used, but as you said then, you are ours but in a fun way. A slut is not someone who sleeps with different people or multiple people for fun with a mutual understanding between all involved. A slut is someone who sleeps with whoever they can to gain things for thems

"Yeah, I remember you told me that. At least this time he'll be right about thinking you're a slut, if that's any consolation." "Don't you know the difference between a slut and a bitch? A slut fucks everybody. A bitch fucks everybody butyou," she said with a chuckle. "Still gonna be a bitch in his book, I guess. C'est la vie. Anything else I can do for you before I skedaddle?" No, I thought. That certainly ought to be my answer. I shouldn't even hesitate. The more I fraternized, the greater the risk. Just because they were hot, young, desperately eager sex slaves didn't mean I had to--

“Tell us how you feel right now, baby, no lying.” Water runs down my flushed face, I bite my lip, shame and arousal twisting together. “I feel like such a slut,” I confess breathlessly. “I walked in here with my notebook… now I’m naked between you two, letting you use every part of me and I don’t want to stop.”

She slides down the whole length of me in one, slow torturous stroke. “Fuck, beautiful. Yes, I feel your little pussy grinding against me.” I grip her ass harder, moving her up and down my cock, making the water splash around us. “Is that what my little slut wants?” She moans and leans in so our lips are almost touching. “I’m just your slut, Mike,” she whispers against my lips. “This pussy is just for you. No one else.” “Not anymore?” She shakes her head no. “Not ever.”

Taking My Co-worker's BBC II "I am a slut, I'm your little white slut and I want more of this, I want you to take these clothes off me and show me what else you can do." "I'm going to do a lot more than that, so stand up and let me rip this shirt off you because those tits have been begging to be squeezed by these big hands." "Yes, squeeze them, King, hurt me a little bit, I want to feel your strength and I want to feel how small I am compared to you."

“I’m your slut! Your fucking slut!” “Louder!” “I’M YOUR SLUT!” she bellows, the words torn from her soul. The admission sends a jolt of pure possession through me. I lean over her, my chest against her sweaty back, my mouth at her ear. “And when Jake finally looks at you… when he thinks he wants you… you’ll remember this. You’ll remember my cock splitting you open. You’ll remember my tongue so far up your ass you tasted it in your throat. You’ll be mine,

It was already yielding. Such a hungry slut.