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." ------------------------------------------------

Dr Ryan himself could not believe it that he could make such a phenomenal rise in about ten years, He had been forced to subscribe to the popular saying that no condition is permanent Also,like the popular saying that when one is stung by an ant,the butterfly scares him stiff was applicable to Dr Ryan who in spite of his meteoric rise In life again disliked and feared women He did not want any relationship that may lead to any emotional entanglement or pregnancy Instead he would pay off any girl he slept with,and would carry on with his solitary life, With the resolution to forget about his family then and carried on in life,coupled with the hatred on women,he concentrated wholly on his work

“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.”

"Oh, so you don't wanna seem like a slut? "Don't you know guys love sluts?" "You do?" "Yes, there's nothing better than to take a girl out and her letting you do whatever you wanna do to her." "A slut who lets you put your dick in her and fuck her." "That's what we want." He took me out and fucked me a few more times then, he started seeing another girl.

“Her ass was right there, man. So round and juicy. I wanted to grab it, spread those cheeks, and slide right in.” Another boy, Liam, the quiet gamer type who rarely spoke in class, surprised everyone by chiming in. “I’d take her in the supply closet. Lock the door, push her against the shelves, pull her blouse open so those enormous breasts pop out, and suck on them while I finger her. Then bend her over a box of paper and fuck her senseless. She looks so professional, but I bet she’d love it, moaning like a slut once the decent clothes come off.”

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