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My knees ached against the cold floor as I slobbered hungrily on Lucas’s throbbing cock, drool running down my chin and dripping onto my heavy tits. I was in full slut mode, moaning like a whore around his shaft while my fingers frantically rubbed my soaked pussy through the tiny black thong. “God yes, baby… I’m such a nasty fucking wife,” I gasped, pulling off his cock with a wet pop. “I’ve been fingering my stretch-marked cunt every night thinking about four men destroying me. I want to be a gangbang slut so bad—”

Anger, hate, and a hint of desire. Even with all the name-calling, and the degradation, I still desired him, there was no denying that as he was made for me. I wished I could tell him, explain it all but I couldn't. There were no words to tell him because it was true. I was slut and I didn't expect him to welcome me with open arms but I didn't expect him to toss me so quickly to the side either.

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The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher. The story was hot and was a tremendous turn-on for Elias. He had never really considered going that far, but the thought of it intrigued him. As the e-mails continued to come in, Elias saw that Selena had moved on to another story called "The Making of an Office Slut" which dealt with a female office executive, who was also blackmailed into submission by her secretary and was forced into performing various sexually degrading, painful, and humiliating acts.

Kamara barely got a word out before Nia slammed her against the wall—strong arm across her chest, gloved hand sliding down her stomach, under the lace. “You wore this for him?” Nia growled. “What a waste.” Her fingers found Kamara’s pussy, slick and trembling. She gasped. “You’re soaked,” Nia hissed. “You caught your man fucking someone else, and still you’re dripping like a little slut.” “I” “Shut up.” Nia shoved two fingers inside her—deep. Raw. Merciless. Kamara moaned, arching against the wall. Nia's mouth was at her ear, her throat, biting softly.

My cúm leaking from between their thighs. Sia rolled onto her side. Propped herself on one elbow. Her heavy tits shifted with the movement. NíppIes still dark and swollen from my mouth. She looked down at me. Smiled slow. Cruel. “Man whore,” she said softly. “I knew it the first day you started. You think you can fúck your way to the top? Cute.” Mara laughed. Low. Throaty. “He’s a slút. A pretty little slút who spreads for power. I’ve seen his type before.”

I grunted, slamming into her pussy harder than ever while she let out cries. “ You are a slut for your son! For me! Yes.” I grunted, ramming my dick harder into her pussy. “ Yesssss.” She moaned loudly. Rachel was letting out whimpers, soft cries as she shook her bobbly ass and I moved my hands to them. “ Mhmm.” She cried out. I slipped my finger down, slipping it into her pussy as she let out a soft sound. “ Oh yes.” She moaned. It didn't stop there, i added two more fingers, stretching her out as I slammed harder into her pussy while she cried and begged,

"No baby, not you. Of course not. How could I think that? I'm so sorry." "Don't be," she said. "I am a slut and you know it ... not only that, but you LOVE it." "Yes, yes I do," he said. "A slut who has only had sex with six people. Slut slut slut." "Well," she said, "I've had a LOT of sex with those six people! I can still be a slut, can't I?" "If you like, dear. If you like," he said.