Indian Slut Novels & Stories

" And? Sajal asked calmly. The maid replied," Most probably the girl is always having physical relation with Sehreyar sir. At night, Sehreyar sir and the girl always have sex. One day morning I went to give sir coffee and saw them having physical relationship. The girl is doing all this for money. Trust me mam, that girl is a real slut."

I asked. "Yes." I shivered and my pussy clamped down on his cock. "She recommended several items which every slave owner should have and she demonstrated them on Slut." "Was Slut pretty?" "She was a little on the plump side, but curvy and she looked delicious naked. Mistress Dark showed me a St. Andrews cross and a pillory, Slut showing them off. It was when Slut was in the pillory with her head at cock level, Mistress Dark offered her mouth to me."

"I'm a dirty, nasty slut and I want to eat my mistress's pussy." "Good girl," Clara said, grabbing the woman's thick hair-braid anyway and yanking on it. "Slow, but good." She moved the chair closer to Shamira's face and sat down, making sure her slave's face was completely buried in Clara's pussy. "Now try again."

I looked at myself in the mirror, turning slowly. The skirt lifted with every movement, flashing the smooth curve of my bare ass and the glistening lips of my already wet pussy. I was a slut. A girl who couldn’t stop thinking about getting stuffed with multiple thick cocks at once. And if those rich older men at the golf club brought their whores… then tonight I was going to offer myself up like the perfect little cumslut they didn’t even know they needed.

he said. "What's the difference then?" Anya asked. "A slut's someone who's got no respect for themselves . . . someone who does what they does 'cause they're not smart enough to do nothin' else. That ain't you, Miss Anya. That . . ." Chris started with a blush, " . . . and I just don't like that other word."

he again turned her and created a distance between them. "Why? ..... Mr Manik Malhotra doesn't have balls or (she paused, slides her dress down from one side) .. or u r tool is too short to please me" this time she slided her dress down from other side too, giving him more than half view of her black bra cladded soft bossoms. She looked like total seductress and he couldn't hold it more when she doubted his masculinity.

I questioned myself holding that lingerer in front of mirror, I could rather die than wear this in front of that devil however I had to wear it because of my grandparents who were still his captive, with heavy heart I took of my saree and blouse along with long skirt and put on the lingerie, he also gave me silver colored stiletto heels to complete my look, after wearing everything I gave myself a final look in mirror and felt nothing less than a prostitution, I could stared at my own reflect and pray my heavenly to kill me right there and then, I was lost when ‘He made you his perfect Slut’ my sub conscious mocked me. Putting on my shattered dignity I walked out where I saw Ravan who was si

A Month later "Desperate hussy." "Slut." "Just another notch in his bed post." Sarita hung her head in shame as she stood in front of her locker at school, trying to open her locker but failing miserably as she tried to keep her tears at bay. Everyone in school had heard of her pregnancy and they weren't nice about their comments when they realized that Vikrant Suryavanshi was the father of her baby.

I yawn. “Bitch, you better go scrub that pussy of yours,” Lana fumes. “You're getting married tomorrow, and we want to make sure your holes are clean and shiny, ready for big dick Manny.” “Holes?” I ask confuse. “Yes sis, holes!” Ella chuckles. “We booked a full body massage and wax for you. Plus yoni steam and pussy bejewels.” “Pussy what?” This doesn’t sound fun at all. “You know, like putting edible rhinestones and sparkly stuff on your vagina. The Indians in India do it,” Ella nods.

' 'And you didn't think my approval was needed? 'No. That slut leaves here now. The photographer is here. I brought props for the photoshoot. I'll get the other slut ready. I mean, the slut you married. Too many sluts in your young life.' Barbara spat.