Indian Slut Novels & Stories

Mark wrote "Or we can meet somewhere around Ocean city and drive you there. I realized that I was about to turn a corner in my slut life. I was about to become not only a hot nasty slut, but now also a nasty paid whore. The only difference from p**n is it isn't being filmed for sale. But you know what? I was really getting wet just thinking about being gangbang! I met Mark, Tom, Frank... another guy I had partied with before and one other guy at the casino entrance at 2:00 PM the next day. They took me into the bar, ordered me a drink and took my coat. I thought to myself I had dressed in an outfit like I just love to wear when I'm hot for fucking, which is all of the time any more. I had on

her fingers swept across her boobs, attempting to peel off the patches— "can I come in?" I snapped my eyes back to her, hating my tongue for growing dry. "No. Get lost." A little frown puckered her brow, but it disappeared almost immediately. She took a step forward, slipping the jacket an inch off her shoulders. "Come on. I want—" "Do you know what they call someone who leaves her room naked to seduce someone? Puttana. Or as your American friends would say, a half-cent prostitute." Her eyes popped. "What?"

He cupped one of my cheeks, and that light, single touch made my cunt squirm. “Stay with us, Phina,” he murmured, his breath warm against mine. “Be our slut. And the reason why we used slut instead of mate is because we don’t promise you love, or lovemaking. We promise you obsession, fucking hard, protection, and the chance to prove to your asshole husband that he made the wrong choice throwing you away, treating you like you don’t matter. And we will also make sure that you get the chance to defend yourself.”

* * * Araina walked out of a particular room, dressed in red pants and a red bra that couldn't contain her huge tits. Her long brown thick hairs were neatly parked to the side. Her lips, covered in strawberry gloss, and her slutty makeup made her face lit in a way that all the men couldn't help but stare at her. There was another thing the men couldn't take their eyes off from. It was her large bubble butts that kept bubbling and clasping together as she approached the ring.

She blinked, “I’m not a slut.” “Oh for fuck’s sake, shut up. Calling people that exchange nudes sluts is wrong you dimwit. And you are a slut, I’ve read your texts with him and I even got horny!! I didn’t even know you could text dirty things. Just send him a nude, you have an amazing body and I’m sure he’d love to see, don’t just show your face yeah?” “But I don’t know how to take nudes, what am I supposed to do or wear?”

The slaps he distributed on her back and ass, strong, snapped and made her moan even louder. “ Tell me who my whore is!” “ It's me... hummm.” “ Who's my slut? ” “ Hmmm, it's me…” The slaps wouldn't stop and his cock stiffened again from seeing her like this, moaning and hot. Lara came in an explosion, but Cleiton wasn't ready yet and would take a little longer, so he kept pumping, with the girl softened and leaning against the wall.

I leaned against the hospital bed, my face drained of color, every breath laced with pain. The night before, he'd humiliated me deliberately—not only injecting me with a muscle relaxant, but ordering the curtains removed beforehand. All night long, the clicking of camera shutters outside the window never stopped. Seeing how weak I was, Dahlia held up her phone and aimed it right at my face, her smile pretty and poisonous: "Oh my, you're truly famous now. 'Billionaire's new wife turns out to be the ultimate slut'—how do you like that headline trending on social media?"

Thoughts of him dominating me and using me endlessly in every corner of his house made me orgasm violently . my chat pooped with a new message only this time round i replied to it honestly . "c*mming while thinking of me di*ty sl*t ' " yes daddy " i typed with my shaking hands knowing the man was just a few metres from me . This time, I wanted him know how much of a slut i could be and that he could not shame me for doing that i loved. But what i did not know the man was standing infront of my door the whole time .

"The company has hired the recent graduate from St. Tatiana's, the nation's premier school for sluttery. They are all skilled whores, trained in the sexual arts and ready to pleasure you all. Show them, girls." The dozen sluts turned around and bent over. Their short skirts rode up and over their asses to reveal a dozen pair of bald twats all dripping wet. Several had gold rings piercing their clits. I breathed in their hot musk. Cunt. Real, wet cunt. "They are going to fuck you all," said Mr. Charleston, resting his hands on a pair of asses belonging to the two girls flanking him. He squeezed a pale one and an ebony one. "When you need a break, these sluts will be here to give it to you."

Andrea yelled. "I tried my best but the mother fucking personal assistant of his called me a slut and told me his boss said I should leave."Lisa said. "I still wonder why you slept with a jerk like him.. you know he is a playboy and you sti slept with him,now he is denying the child"Andrea said. "Stop making me to regret that again..it's all a past..I had a mistake of drinking alcohol and I had already accepted my fate."Lisa yelled. "Oh.but what are we gonna do about the child now?"Andrea asked and Lisa began to sob.