She Is A Slut Novels & Stories

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."

“Look here, Hay, what are you attempting to prove? Is she your slut or what?” “Yeah. She's my new slave. Got a problem with it, bastard?”

"Let me feel that cunt going wild, slut!" "I'm such a slut," she moaned. "I love being used. I'll have your cum dripping out of my pussy as I help the students. They won't know that you fucked me so hard, but I will! Oh, yes, yes, Carter, dump your cum into my pussy!" Her cunt went wild around my cock.

How could she let it go to waste? So without frittering time, she inched forward to take him into her mouth again, slurping on it. Licking and kissing his dick until there was no more jism to glean! Afterwards, she straightened her body and stared seductively at him, even starting to fondle her bouncy jugs. One who didn’t know her would think she was a long-time slut. Slut. Whore. Horny-as-fuck bitch. Whatever names, all of them suited her. She wanted him.

I went back to playing with her clit. "And what does that make you?" "What do you mean?" She moaned. "The fact that you are turned on from having your ass filled, does it make you an anal slut?" She shook her head no. I stopped moving my hand, and she made noises of protest. "So, what do you think it makes you?" "Ok. You win. I'm an anal slut. I'm a dirty anal slut who gets off on having her ass filled. Now will you please fuck me," she begged.

God, did she need it. He laughed as he fingered her, his ridicule adding to her shame. “Tell me what a slut you are.” And the words spewed from her mouth. “I’m a nasty slut, Nick. I want sex all the time. I need it. I need what you and Damien do to me. Please, Nick. I’m a good slut for you. You know I am. I’ve done everything you’ve asked because I want it. I want to be even dirtier. Be as dirty as you want with me, Nick. I’ll do it. I promise.” And then her orgasm ripped through her, her body tensing on top of her desk as she screamed her release.

She was furious, was gritting her teeth. Well, this reaction was nothing unexpected. At least she still haven’t slapped me. "Relax, Kayla. I never mean anything like this. You are a smart, intelligent, independent woman, anything but a slut. If a man can get sex from a woman, then why doing so only makes a woman slut? I am offering you, so if having sex with me makes you a slut, me having sex with you also makes me a manwhore." She stared at me, finally realized my point.

“You little slut,” she says and I look up to see her looking over the table, a look of disgust on her face. I wipe off my mouth and Tylor fixes himself. This bitch can’t be serious, she’s here calling me a slut when she’s the one here begging My man, to fuck her. It pisses me off so much how all these girls wanna say I’m a slut because I have Tylor and they don’t. Like it’s alright to be jealous, but don’t take that shit out on me.

She whispered into her ear. "You are the most disgusting thing I've ever seen in my life. You're not even a human. How could you ever exist in this world?" She gave her a hard slap. "How did you ever live?!" And another slap. "How can you do those things, you evil crap!" Jeff run to get into the room next door. Siren was very aggressive that she knocked Sam Hilton with just one blow on her stomach. And now she's slapping the woman's face mercilessly.

She couldn’t recognize her own voice because of how slutty she sounded. Slutty, but hey, she couldn’t comprehend the height of the joy she was feeling.