Indian Slut Novels & Stories

The hallway outside was quiet, but inside the men’s bathroom my heart hammered like a drum against my ribs. I’m Sylvia, a shameless twenty year old college student, and according to the rumors, the biggest slut on campus. Ever since that video of me making out with five guys went viral, most people pretended not to know my name. They just called me slut, whore, cum-dump. I stopped caring months ago. The names only made me wetter. I didn’t give a fuck. Today, I was finally living up to the title once more.

She had Indian features, now that I studied her face better. "How was today for you?" She offered me a file while we waited for Jane to be done with what she was cooking. My eyes turned to Jane where she was in nothing but my shirt that stopped mid tighs and I immediately felt my cock throb in my pants. Now was not the time to go hard especially in front of a guest, I was already having a hard time controlling myself. I was one step away from kicking Jamie out and fucking the heck out of Jane but health over horny decisions. Jane joined us after she rounded up and by then I'd taken time to look at pictures of my daughter that were taken on my phone to distract myself from all of this.

“Why are you looking like that? Isn’t that what you really are? Cheap slut. If you didn’t hear me then I will say it again loud and clear. “Fucking Slut.” She said. “Mate snatcher, traitor whore. Slave. Isn’t that your name?”

Not impatiently. Just… deliberately. “Thank you, Amara.” Her name again. Always her name. She nodded and turned to leave. “Wait.” Her hand froze just short of the door. “Yes?” A pause. Longer than necessary. Then: “Do you enjoy working here?” The question was unexpected enough to disarm her. She turned slowly. “It’s… a good position.” “That’s not what I asked.” Her heartbeat quickened. He was watching her the same way he had earlier—like he was trying to understand something that didn’t quite make sense yet.

My heart was thumping a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I needed a distraction. I needed to feel something other than the crushing weight of being a prisoner in the same pack my father once ruled. I gently lay on one side of the bed, raising my silk dress just enough for my panties to be visible. I slowly slipped my index finger beneath my panties slightly brushing my clits enough to make a slight moan escape my lips. I flung my head back in derived pleasure. I massaged my clits in slow circles. My nipples grew bigger and hardened under my touch.

A group of girls, barely acquaintances, gossiping with their friends. “You know there’s a girl in our course,” one said. “She’s from India. Works as an escort. Sleeps with rich men. Shoots videos. Performs live. Her videos are quite popular online. I heard she even slept with the professors and management for extra credit. I saw her walk to uni in the beginning. Now she arrives in various luxurious cars, accompanied by drivers or handsome men. Heard she has a few sugar daddies and sleeps with anyone who can get her to big-shot parties and designer bags, jewellery and all. Total slut.”

I clench my teeth and ball my fists, fuming with a great deal of rage right now. "Fuck you, asshole. I'm not a fucking slut." "No? Then why'd you let me fuck you like one last week?" Now a grin appears on his suckable lips, one that has moisture gathering between my clenched thighs. Why is this turning me on? "Go to hell." "I'm already fucking there." He bends down and gets directly in my face, pushing my back against the fabric of the chair. "I was born in hell, little bird. An insult would be telling me to go to heaven because I ain't no fucking saint. That's for damn sure."

Yes i am a sex slave. "Oh really if you called my nandini ma as slut then what you are. Yes she is doing all this but only with one man that is my chachu but you did that with multiple men. You just used your 3 husbands before and now when your 4th husband is not in the city you are sleeping randomly." Kiara come forward smirking. Niharika expressions changed into anger and she raised her hand to slap my kiara but i just held it.

She could not stomach the ridicule. "So you are saying the slut that her pictures were posted with my son, that girl is Isis? The one my son is calling her name in her sleep? Omarion's mother asked, shaking her head, not believing that her son could stop so low like that and get involved with a classless girl. "Isis is not a slut ma, she is a well-behaved girl if you get to know her," Madam Louisiana explained panicky seeing that the woman was not getting the whole point of her talk.

"An alluring, slutty, sexy woman willing to fuck men or women, take it in your mouth, cunt or ass. Obediently complying with your Masters wishes from the clothes you wear, to when you're allowed to cum. Soon, he'll cum in your ass and you'll suck his cock deep in your mouth, cleaning his cum from his prick, and blow him until he releases another load down your throat, swallowing every drop. Then you'll do it again with another man, his driver, his servant. Take his fat prick up your ass, get another load of cum, and suck him off." Regina climaxed, her body squirming, waves of pleasure surging through her, her skin rippling as the muscles tensed below it. "Perhaps you'll be ordered to lick a