Gypsy Slur Novels & Stories

Gus? Like seriously, isn't that the name of that fat mouse in Cinderella movie? Who is she to him? Don't tell me she's his wife or fiancee, because I don't wanna deal with an angry wife or fiancee. "Did you asked Rob not to let me in because of this ugly looking hoe?" she asked while glaring at me in pure disgust. I balled my fists on the table and gritted my teeth, as I felt great anger swelling within me. I hate it most when people calls me a slût.. whore.. or hoe. "Did she just called me a hoe?" I growled lowly.

“You might not understand this because a gadzo like you might not understand about us Gypsy people.” There went that word gadzo again. “W-what does gadzo mean?” She couldn’t stop herself from asking. She never thought of asking Harman about it because it had got to do with her and Laili. And it was that word that Laili used for her when they first met at the company party and she had the feeling she’d learn more at this moment than before. To top it off, she would probably wouldn’t like it.

His question echoes through the empty building. I did not think this through. What do I say now? ‘I have come to see for myself if I have one more suitor.’ That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever come up with. He has a freaking child which means he is definitely not an appropriate suitor for me, and definitely has another woman on his mind. Darius cracks a smile. “Slut.” I am blown away. “Excuse me?” “Yes, you heard me. I call you a slut.” His accent is rich as he says, “Shlyukha (шлюха).” Which means slut in Russian.

He seemed furious over the scratches she’d left on him. “Gamóto gynaíka. Aplós thélame na sas páme gia éna potó!” (Damn woman. We just wanted to take you for a drink!) The man kept pouring, ignoring her sputtering and the burning sensation in her eyes. Some of the liquid trickled down her throat, leaving a hot sting. SLAP! The red-haired man struck Gia's cheek when he saw her trying to spit out the liquid. He wanted her to swallow it.

“She’s squeezing me already. Such a filthy slút for both of us.” “Mmm,” Adrian moaned, pulling his cóck out just enough to let her breathe before pushing back in. “Say it, Sienna. Say what you are.” She moaned around his cóck, eyes rolling back, before managing to gasp out between thrusts, “I’m your slút… your whóré… use me.” Dárius slapped her thigh. “Good girl. Don’t you dare cúm yet. You’ll cúm when we tell you.”

Holding a hand over my shoulder, I yelled, “Spanner!” One of my men stepped forward and handed me a spanner. Two more men held Gavril’s jaw open. “This is for calling her a whore.” I hooked the spanner on one of his front teeth and yanked it out. Gavril’s scream echoed across the warehouse. He struggled against his bonds, cursing in Romanian. “Ubludok.” I knew what that one meant:bastard. I flicked his blood off my fingers in disgust. “Her name is Giselle, and you don’t deserve to say that name. You don’t deserve to breathe the same air as her,” I growled as I pulled out a second tooth.

Slap! The stinging echo of the slap reverberated through the kitchen, punctuating the oppressive silence. Elena's cheek burned from the force, a fiery trail left in its wake. She winced but quickly buried her pain, focusing on the mound of dishes piled in the sink. The cold, greasy water splashed against her raw, frostbitten fingers, intensifying the dull throb in her hand. Each plate she scrubbed felt like another weight added to her shoulders, the indignity of her position pressing down on her like a vice.

“Slap me again. Make it hurt good.” She obliged, her palm cracking against my skin twice more, the sound echoing wet and filthy between our moans. “Greedy little slut,” she teased, but her eyes were soft, hungry. “You love it rough, don’t you? My hand marking this ass while our pussies fuck.”

Dueled with his tongue. Drace cleared her throat directly in my ear. "It's considered rude to ignore the visiting gods of the universe so you can suck face with one of your men." Grumpy snarled at her, the sound rumbled through his chest and into mine. I chuckled, started to pull away. Grumpy's hands tightened on my hips, held me in place. "Drace." "Tagan." She lowered her voice, added some gravel to it. "See? I can do that, too."

Chase Lucas smiled and looked at Horus. Slap! Horus understood that look, then slapped himself on the cheek and said again, "Sir G, I'm sorry!" Gunner Young looked around exaggeratedly and said to Alex, "Did you hear a cat’s cry? It sounds like a little pussy too!" Slap! Horus gritted his teeth and slapped himself again with extra effort. "Demon Lord, I'm sorry!"