She Is A Slut Novels & Stories

“Hey –” “Shut up,” she lashed at him. “From the second you laid eyes on me here in this room, you’ve slut-shamed me and treated me like I’m nothing more than a pathetic piece of ass. And I’m not a slut…not even close. I was a virgin until I was twenty-six, and I’ve been with exactly three men in my thirty-five years on earth, you being the last one. But even if I’d been with a thousand guys, you still have no right to treat me like a cheap whore, like I’ve done anything wrong by being with you. We were both there, it was consensual, we both enjoyed it.”

She’s so disgusting! How can someone be so disgusting? She dared to sleep with a married man and feign a pure goddess to fans. She's so irritating! What wouldn’t a slut do? I wonder how many people’s lives have been ruined by a shameless slut like her. Boycott Aster and the corrupted higher-up.’ Aster’s expression turned pale, and she began to shake her head. She pointed at the screen and refuted in a shaky stutter. “That’s not me. That’s not me. Someone, turn it off. Turn it off...”

We were of the same height. “Is it because of the doctor? Have you slept with him? You know his mate wouldn’t hesitate to kill you right?” she asked, and I snorted, disgusted by her line of thought. “I’m not as fickle as you. I’m not a slut. It’s disheartening enough that I am a slave, but a slut too? That’s most humiliating.” I said, a small smile carving out on my lips when I saw her eyes burn with fury. I was sure that her nostrils were flaring with the way she inhaled deeply, and exhaled out in the same way.

Larissa's viewpoint "Are you sure this would work? I look like a slut," she whimpered, pinning the open neckline of her top together. I rolled my eyes. "The true definition of slut is the bimbo sucking the new boy's face over there," I pointed at the school slut. She's always naked. "You look sexy but not slutty, so relax. Don't you want to get Neo?"

Let alone been so unprofessional. "Slut? That's the best you’ve got?" Angelique mocks and laughs. That laugh she does when she's about to say something hurtful, "The fact that your new boyfriend wants me more than he wants you doesn’t make me a slut. It just makes you a tomboy beta with no sex appeal, and it makes me a goddess that no one can resist. But... having dirty sex with him while he's with you maybe does make me a slut. I guess you were right, then."

"Yeah, I remember you told me that. At least this time he'll be right about thinking you're a slut, if that's any consolation." "Don't you know the difference between a slut and a bitch? A slut fucks everybody. A bitch fucks everybody butyou," she said with a chuckle. "Still gonna be a bitch in his book, I guess. C'est la vie. Anything else I can do for you before I skedaddle?" No, I thought. That certainly ought to be my answer. I shouldn't even hesitate. The more I fraternized, the greater the risk. Just because they were hot, young, desperately eager sex slaves didn't mean I had to--

If I were him, I would have cut off anyone’s tongue that spewed such nonsense about my sister. “Do you know what a slut is?” Before she could speak, I mumbled, “You’re not a slut. For obvious reasons, the meaning stands for me.” “You’re calling yourself a manwhore?” I tilted my head and raised a brow and she snorted. “That doesn’t make me feel better.”

"You know, I can be a slut for you if you want? It's not so hard. Take me to a room upstairs. Or maybe the restroom? I am not into vanilla sex, so I won't mind you pounding my pussy like a piston." I gulped down the rest of my drink and stood to my feet. Slipping my hand into my pocket, I took out a hundred-dollar hill and pushed it to her. "I'm not interested, but I am impressed by your nastiness. It's what I like in women. But fucking you won't solve my problems, would it?" Her face fell, and she looked down at the dollar bill and picked it up. "Is this to insult me?" I leaned towards her, bringing my lips to her ear. "I thought you love being slutted out? Shouldn't it turn you on so you f

“Put this on. We can’t have you looking like a slut in front of the Winters’ family.” A slut. The words almost made Leanne laugh out loud. That was what she was, a high-class slut. A whore. Nothing but a plaything for rich and powerful men. She forced a smile to mask her pain, silently pulled out the outfit from the paper bag and her eyes widened in amazement as she did.

She gasped, clawing at his shoulders, tears streaming but her hips still moved, still grinding, still taking every thrust. “Look at me,” he demanded, pulling her hair until her face tilted back, eyes rolling. “Say it. Say what you are.” Her voice broke, barely a whisper. “I’m… I’m your slut.” Rhett’s laugh was derisive and cruel. “Not just mine, songbird. My dirty fucking toy. My cock sleeve. That’s all you are right now.” His hips snapped up so hard she screamed, her nails digging into his skin until she thought she’d break him open.