Family Slut Stories Novels & Stories

I quit the industry the next month, burned every bridge behind me, and moved continents. Chicago was supposed to be a clean slate. I still had my bachelor’s degree in Fashion Design, something I’d earned before the cameras ever found me and I figured teaching would keep me grounded. Except I’m not invisible. My libido never got the memo about healing. In the six months since I arrived, I’ve fucked my way through at least a hundred women. I never slept with the same one twice. After the first time, I’d block their number because I told myself it was self-preservation.

A thick line of drool connected her lips to the tip of his cóck. “Messy little bitch” he muttered smearing it across her cheek. “Can’t even breathe without cóck in her throat” The other gripped her jaw forcing her face up toward him. “Say it” he ordered. “Tell us what you are.” Clara gasped for air, her voice hoarse. “I’m…I’m your slút Sir.” Both men groaned in approval. “Good girl” one said darkly. “And slúts don’t cum until their masters say so.”

The mafia pulled out his dick and as Araina saw his 8 inched cock, her eyes widened in fear and she moved backwards a little, but the Mafia grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. "I need you, to fucking suck my dick and make me cum in your slutty mouth will you?" Those words instantly turned her on, hearing him call her a slut was exciting, and she stared him right in his eyes while grabbing his huge cock. "Oh yes. Strock that cock, fucking strock that fucking cock and make me fucking cum. Make me cum in your fucking slutty mouth!" He said then Araina got on her knees. She knew her ways of sucking a man's dick and making him not ask for sex but just a blow job from her again and again. She

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

"What was happening here?" "Boss ... I ..."she stuttered. "She called me a slut just because i wanted to see you" "What? You called my girlfriend a slut?"he sounded really bad furious. "Sir I'm sorry... I ..."she went on her knees begging in tears. "Get out of my Company.You are fired"...

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

“Just so you know, I didn’t know he had a pregnant fiancée. I’m not the issue here—if you want to be mad at someone, be mad at Christian!” “You smiled in my face and pretended to be my friend, you’re also part of the issue, and your husband is right. Cheating might be something normal in this household—but I won’t give you a pass for being slut.” I said the last sentence word for word. “Me a slut? I didn’t know he had a fiancée, and you don’t have the right to call me a slut. You’re the one who danced on a pole for money, but I’m the slut?” Gina sighed. “Listen, little girl. I have a lot of things to fix—just go home and sleep about it. You come here without knowing the facts, and you’re act

“Quiet slut.” I opened the drawer as saw that she had a strap-on harness with a thick dildo. Perfect "It’s time for your punishment. I’m going to ride this cock in your ass." She lay back as she looked at the dildo with list filled eyes and I loved the way her tits jiggled then I climbed on, lining her asshole up with the strap-on. It stretched me wide as I sank down.