Romans & histoires Sissy Slut Quiz

I let out a whimper of protest, but he just pulls harder, taking the cock I want so badly from me. “I had no idea virgins could be such eager little sluts.” “I’m not a slut,” I say, even as my hips continue to rock, my pussy humping the air, so desperate to be filled I can barely stand it. “Oh, but you are, pet.” He reaches behind me and cups my pussy, groaning when he feels how wet I am. “You’re my little slut, and this,” he says, sliding two fingers into me, “is my pussy.” “Yes,” I moan, rocking against him.

It was only a matter of time till it exploded, leaving us with raging hormones and unsatisfied, throbbing, and aching bodies. My hands slipped into in his pants as I rubbed his hard cock, getting moans of pleasure from him as I gave soft strokes. I was ultimately immersed in the kiss that I didn't realize he had gained back control. He pushed me harshly, his hand moving over his cherry-stained lips as he gave a swift wipe. All he said was one word. One word that meant absolutely nothing to me but coming from him, shattered me. "Slut."

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Julia asked, my shaft prodding her nether regions. "Would you mind?" I asked the others. "Not at all," Sam said, the opinions of slaves being of little consequence. "I told you I had the same problem every time I see these pictures." Indeed, his cock seemed as rigidly hard as mine. "How about a little contest?" "What kind of contest?" I asked. "We both seem to have sexually responsive slaves," Sam said. "You're not suggesting a test to see who cums faster," I said. "It's likely Julia will cum as soon as I enter her."

A crazy game of truth or dare (21) "You always look like a slut, Emma—with your big hair and your fake tits. You dress like a slut. Does Sarah dress like you? No. She dresses like a good wife. That’s why she’s at home right now, being a good wife."

he asked, knowing damn well the answer. “I just had a fû'cking orgasm,” I whispered. He smirked. “What kind of girl cums while sucking two strangers’ cøcks?” “A slût,” I answered. He tilted his head. “What?” I looked up at him. “A cøcksucking slût,” I said louder, and felt another massive wave of orgasm crash over me again. I went back to sucking, more determined than ever. I wanted to make these guys cum. I wanted Bob to see I was his slût—the best one, the one who knew how to please.

Mistress mommy finally asked, "Do you hear that, slut? Slave is offering to give up another two orgasms just so you can rest. See what a good girl she is? She's willing to sacrifice herself fro your sake. What do you think slut? Will you let your beloved girlfriend and fuck toy suffer in your place?" Slut looked up at me through lidded eyes and smiled softy at me, as she answered softly "No, mistress mommy. I want to cum again. Slave can show her love for me tonight in bed. I always cum harder when I can see her white face smashed against my pussy."

she continued, talking in a seemingly professional manner while showcasing these obscene images. "I am a slut! A huge slut! The sluttiest of the sluts. The skankiest of the skanks. The trashiest of the trashy. The whoriest of the whores. Ever since I grew tits, I have been letting guys, and the occasional girl, play with them. I have been told I should be ashamed of myself, that no one likes a slut, but I do not care. I love it! I love being a slut! It is my best my quality. Callum, I am really, REALLY, good at sex, like, amazing at it. You do your work as the best boyfriend ever in public and I work in the bedroom."

"That's it, suck that dick like a slut you are becoming." Lisa mocked, her grip on her hair tightening a bit as she made her bob her head up and down Gab's long dick. Her lips were wrapped loosely around his dick. Lisa noticed and gave her a light slap, "tighten your lips, you slut." Vanessa obeyed and did as she was told. This added for pleasure to Gab that he groaned and closed his eyes. "Yes, that's it. You always call me a slut. Now What are you? Dick sucking bitchy slut." Lisa mocked again.