Novel & Cerita She Is A Slut

“I’m your slut...both of you.. use me— AHHHHH!”

Cumslut. That’s who I am. I’ve been called plenty of things: slut, whore, fucktoy, pornstar, cocksucker, and gangbang queen. But cumslut sticks to me like sweat after a hard fuck. It isn’t an insult. It’s a crown. You don’t get it by accident. You have to earn it, and I’ve mastered every skill it takes to be a true slut. At twenty-five, I know exactly what it means. I’m the woman men ache for when their wives fall asleep. I’m the body they crave when restraint shatters.

My instinct tells me that as always, she is up to no good. "I don't think your mate...oh, sorry, your little slut right here is going to enjoy what I am about to say. Should I go ahead and say them anyway?" My insides boil at the title she addressed me with. A slut? Anyone who would take a first look at the both of us right now could easily pick which of us is the real slut.

Her hair was tied in a high ponytail and she had make-up and mascara spread across her face, Her blue neon shirt —No, literally neon, glared at me with an annoying stripe design. “I heard it but I didn’t believe it,” She drew out the words in an annoying tone, “You finally became a slut,” she added when she was close enough, Mrs. Amber was about to but in and reprimand her when I parted my lips to stick. “And it seems that you have gotten dumber,” I commented. Mrs. Amber stared at me like I had two heads and I had no clue Why, I shrugged it off. “Well, then how do you have a house if you are not a slut.” She pointed out. I broke out into low laughter.

Before I could even attempt to stop her, the words rolled down her tongue. “You're gonna fuck Brian” her fingers curled even tighter. “And while I catch it on camera, you're gonna act like the fucking slut you are, enjoy every damned second of it. Do I make myself clear, slut?!”

Her reputation as Damon's finances and her successful career as an international model. " you slut tell him the truth" " And what are you?" his question surprised her. Is he calling her a slut? " what are saying am your fiancee remember" she tried holding him but Sandra pushed her off. It is impossible to stand there and do nothing while another stupid woman who thinks she has it all behaves as if he belongs to her. " don't you there touch me!" " then learn to keep your hands to yourself, miss righteous" she bluffed coursing giggles around them.

That requires some explanation. Even though she had a bit of a reputation. A reputation that is offensive. To put it simply, she was a complete fucking slut. The surprising fact was that she wasn't ashamed of it. She love sex, and she love having a lot of it, with different guys. She was created to be a slut. All the money her parents put in to get her through university and get her a good education was wasted. Instead reading her books, she spent most of my time on her back, gaining an extensive knowledge of different dicks. Her best talents were in the bedroom, and that would never change. Sex was the one place where she could be truly outstanding.

"No baby, not you. Of course not. How could I think that? I'm so sorry." "Don't be," she said. "I am a slut and you know it ... not only that, but you LOVE it." "Yes, yes I do," he said. "A slut who has only had sex with six people. Slut slut slut." "Well," she said, "I've had a LOT of sex with those six people! I can still be a slut, can't I?" "If you like, dear. If you like," he said.

‘That’s a lonely-looking drink for a man like you. A woman slid onto the stool next to me. She was all legs and cleavage, poured into a dress that left nothing to the imagination. Sophisticated. Willing. She had bigger tits than Hyacinth, longer legs. Probably a hell of a lot more fun in bed, without all the frustrating, infuriating principles. A slut. ‘Fuck off,’ I said, not even looking at her properly. She recoiled, muttered something about arseholes, and left. Good. I didn’t need the distraction.

Her words are flat. I’m not too sure that isn’t going too far. That feels too far to go there with another man. “I like punishments, real punishments, that hurt and upset me, that degrade me. I don’t mind pain. Blood doesn’t bother me either. I like being called a slut. It turns me on.” She explains. I can’t take all this in. None of it is fitting together or wants to be understood. My brain does not want to understand what she is saying. I am going to need a drink tonight.