Slut Boy Novels & Stories

Hell, a stupid magazine had done a write up on NYC most eligible bachelors and placed my picture as number one, I had been furious and tried to have myself taken out of the article but my attorney had spouted some crap about freedom of speech, since the publishing of the article,i was being approached by even more materialistic females. The magazine listed my net worth as equal to the richest man in the world, they had also said i was tall, dark and handsome, he stood over six feet, with broad shoulders and muscles that rippled throughout his entire body, i hated gyms but i ran every morning and sometime in the evenings too, I had discovered at a young age that running was a great form of re

"That little fool treats everyone kindly. Even if someone at the company bullies her, she won't notice. How was I supposed to know that I wasn't just another ordinary guy in her eyes? "I did something foolish. I called myself her boyfriend and used that role to defend her openly at work, to drive away any men who had their eyes on her. The world is cruel—they either harm her or want to possess her. I had no choice but to change companies with her several times."

It was a better choice for his love life too, it would've been disastrous to bring his dates home and meet his parents in the morning. Kelsey was right, Preston was a slut, he sleeps around with everybody. He had the looks, he got the reputation, and he was a singer in his band which was gradually making a name for itself. Even though he took the Business Major, his musical talent was pulling him in another direction.

I blurted “What are you saying? Why would you be mad at me? for the records we just met today, or have we met before?” “Huh...?” she blurted, her eyes wide open. “Are you kidding me?” she asked. “Why would I?” I retorted. “This is absurd” She muttered. “What is the matter?” “You don't know me?” “I don't” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. “Come on, I'm AY. The girl who you made to cry like a cry baby” “I don't remember” I shrugged. “It was a week ago, when you...called me a slut, because I was so over you; happy to see you strong again, but you ruined everything by calling me a bitch; a slut”

He was after all, a bad boy though he never showed me that side of him. "Ouch. Such a beauty wings the wrong side." He sighs and hands me my ice cream. I lick it and laugh. "He does have four really good looking friends. But I am sure all of them are straight as a pole." "I am the heat needed to bend them." "Let's see." "Challenge accepted." ------------------------------------------------

He got up and slid into his boxers over a tee-shirts "Make it snappy honey" "Do you not trust me? I will not be a second more than necessary, I cannot wait to be in your arm" he slurred She watched him with joy walks out from the bedroom closing the door being him ~~~~~~~~ Yes who is it? Tony asked ambling towards the entrance door The door bell went again as if in response to his question "I am here" he shouted turning on the key on his lock His mouth fell open on seeing Dr Ryan with his children at the door

“Greedy little slut—first time and she’s already hooked—” Aika’s scream broke into a sob, her voice shaking. “N-nooo—I don’t—ahhh—don’t say that—!” But her hips betrayed her, rolling between them, desperate for more. Slap. Slap. Slap. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room. The boy above her smirked down, sweat dripping onto her breasts. “Look at you. You’re gone. You love it.” The one behind her leaned to her ear, voice low, mocking. “Tell us. Tell us how good it feels to be full everywhere.”

He slid into her amazingly tight pussy and wondered instantly if his daughter's pussy would be as tight. "Oh God, thank you, fuuuuuuckkkkk," the shy girl screamed, wanting to shed the conservative persona all saw her as and become a wanton women. He was fucking her slowly and she wanted it hard and deep, like the sluts in the videos and stories. "Slam that big dick in my slutty cunt." He obliged, slamming into the young eager slut, loving hearing the sweet teenager talk like a nasty slut. "Yesssss, fuck me harder," she screamed, completely in the throes of lust.

Sue: "Mal, we will offer you three options at this point. You can sign some divorce papers which I just happen to have ready for you, and leave quietly. You can fight my strapping son (he flexed those damn muscles again; I literally shook, cowering before him.) OR, you can choose to be our house boy. We were going to offer you something like 'a fair half share in the estate' but I remembered that night when you drunkenly brought your slut girlfriend from work, as well as those nights you didn't come home. And the night when my nose was pushed out of place when I 'walked into a door'. Because of these warm, wonderful memories, your service as 'house boy' will be fun and entertaining...for us

I аѕkеd. "Yеѕ," hе said. "I lоvе mу lіttlе ѕlut, I love hеr ѕlut аѕѕ, hеr ѕlut tіtѕ, her ѕlut mоuth, аnd her slutty cunt." Cunt? That wаѕ the fіrѕt tіmе hе used thаt wоrd. I was ѕurрrіѕеd, I liked іt.