Novel & Cerita Family Slut Stories

“Tell me whose slut you are right now while I’m balls-deep in your married pussy.” “I’m your slut now Victor,” I gasped out loud, my voice breaking as my cunt clenched around him again and more slickness leaked out with every thrust. “I’m your married cum-dump please use me however you want and don’t stop fucking me like this.” He promised right against my ear while pounding me harder down the hall, “Good girl I’m gonna flood this womb with so much cum it’ll be leaking out of you all day.”

He pounded me until I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me, pussy squirting around his cock, soaking his thighs as I screamed, my hands tightening on the others, stroking through the waves. Mike didn’t cum, pulling out just as I came down, his cock dripping. They switched again, Jake back inside me, fucking me through the aftershocks, then Tyler, then Mike, over and over, each one taking turns pounding my pussy while I jerked the other two off, my arms aching but not stopping. The cum from before mixed with my wetness, making everything sloppy and loud, their grunts and my moans echoing. “You’re our little slut now,” Tyler said during his turn, slapping my ass lightly as he thrust. “Love

Her lips are as dry as can be. “But he can’t,” I add softly. She doesn’t move. So I try something else. “You wanna hear a stupid story?” She shrugs. “Back in Atlanta, I once got caught sleeping with a councilwoman’s daughter. Not caught in bed, thank God, but caught enough. She left her bra in my gym bag. Security found it while checking for weapons at the club entrance.” Dorothy blinks. I continue. “She had a thing for public sex. I had a thing for not saying no to anything with boobs and a membership card. It was a disaster waiting to happen.”

“I taught you nothing of this sort, you slut.” “Your slut” Serena whispered seductively. “Yes, Mine!” Damon growled Another dirty thought popped into her head and with her eyes fastened so steadily on his, she began moving her hips up and down. Damon groaned and closed his eyes. Serena was for sure going to be the death of him, he thought just before flipping her over

“But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties loose. The other man grabbed my tits. His palms were rough, Father. My breath hitched, and I just… I let him.” “Stop,” I croaked. It was a pathetic plea. “I let them fondle me in that room, their hands caressing every inch of my body. Even parts I didn’t think they would touch,” she breathed, the sound of her lips moving almost audible through the screen. “One of the men had slipped a finger into my asshole. At the end of it, I was crying out in pl

“Missed this wet little hole? It’s been throbbing all day thinking about you.” Grace sank onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for the camera. The room was softly lit, just enough to hide her face in shadow while showing every curve of her body. She’d named the account ASlimySlut because that’s exactly how she felt when she touched herself—filthy, dripping, desperate. Subscribers were already piling in. Her first few posts had gone semi-viral in the right circles: thick stepmom types who moaned like they needed cock more than air.

“I bet if I slipped my hand between those pretty thighs, I’d find you soaked.” She fled upstairs, slamming her bedroom door. But the damage was already done. Alone in the dark, Grace slid her hand into her panties for the first time in months. Her fingers found her pussy embarrassingly wet, swollen, and aching. As she circled her clit, Lucas’s filthy words echoed in her mind. She came hard, biting her pillow to muffle her whimpers, tears of shame pricking her eyes.

“Stopped? Don’t make me laugh. Girls like you love pretending you’re ‘good’ while fucking men who aren’t yours.” “That’s not fair…” She slapped me. Hard. Not enough to injure. Just enough to humiliate. “That’s the thing about sluts,” she said calmly, shaking out her hand. “You all think you’re saints. You convince yourselves you’re pure and innocent while crawling into beds that don’t belong to you.” More tears dripped down my chin. “But here’s the truth,” she whispered. “Stephano didn’t cheat with you because you’re irresistible.” She smirked.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

I was going crazy. "You slut and liar, you keep throwing yourself on different men to have sex with you. Why are you women never satisfied?" Roberto asked. I slapped him hard on the cheek. "I’m not a fucking slut. Get that into your skull, you wicked beast. I regret the day I jumped on you and made you have sex with me. I regret coming back to Silvercrest. I could have just stayed back in Southcrest and lived a peaceful life with my kids." "Not only did you insult me, you even slapped me. I, Roberto Alessandro, get slapped by an ordinary commoner and a slut who sleeps around with all her colleagues."