Slut Boy Novels & Stories

My every nerve ending was on fire… especially my baby nipples and my crotch. “If you can only see yourself, Kat. You look like such a helpless slut! I read somewhere that small boobs are especially sensitive. Is this why you are especially horny? You little girl? Now… baby slut Kat… beg for Daddy’s dick… Beg Daddy to have his way with you. Beg to be daddy’s sex slut and say Thank you Daddy, for making me feel so good!”

I came so hard after couple of days of my boyfriend gone, that I really needed to be vindicated as a superslut. When he finished, he asked for the payment. I sucked his dick more, and I said, "What payment sir?" "You do not think my mouth is good enought?" I told him to come back and that he could fix my piping problems whenever he wanted it so bad. "Are you ready to unload your cream inside my mouth? Then come tomorrow to fix your slutty nasty Latina slut who has no limits and boundaries and who is a lusty bitch."

The last word came out dragged, allowing drool to flow down my face. "Make the fucking fruit bowl." He growled in response, panting as he kept thrusting his hips forward. At that moment, a boy stepped in. He was maybe eighteen, wearing all black. "Didn't Chris tell you to stop fucking your sluts in public?" "This isn't my slut, it's his. He wants me to teach her a lesson or two." Dakota grinned, pulling me off the ceramic countertop. "Go on, tell him how much you enjoy taking my cock."

“That’s because boys don’t know how to play with pretty pussies like this. But I do.” He slid two fingers back inside me without warning — deep and smooth — curling them upward to stroke that sensitive spot again. I moaned loudly, hips lifting off the mat. Then, without any gentleness, he brought his other hand down in a sharp, wet slap right on my swollen clit. “Ah!” I cried out, my whole body jolting at the sting of pleasure.

“Liam could never stretch you like this. Look at you crying and still pushing back on my cock like a desperate slut.” Tyler pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop and slapped my tear-streaked face lightly. “Tell us what you are.” “I’m… I’m a shameless slut,” I sobbed, voice breaking. “I’m fucking my boyfriend’s brothers… I’m such a dirty whore…” Luca laughed and suddenly pulled out completely. Before I could even catch my breath they flipped me onto my back. Tyler climbed between my legs and slammed into my pussy in one thrust. At the same time Luca pushed my knees up to my shoulders, folding me in half.

Then he leaned down to my eye level, making me look away to avoid the awkward contact, and muttered, “And then—I’ll do stuff that’ll make you wet between your legs. I’ll break this good girl act and show the world who you really are. A slut.”

"you are so perfect Ava ,you just dont know how many times i have wanted to do this" My core throbbedonce more as his fingers stretched me sweetly . Nothing could beat this feeling . I let out a moan as his teeth gently nibbled my p*ssy lips . " just like that daddy" I screamed as his fingers thrusted in to me faster. "I need your d*ck please ". "beg for it Ava ,tell me you are my slut ". "i'm daddy's slut" "Good girl , now cum for daddy". The filthy wet sounds from my drenched p*ssy surprised me .

They competed with each other to be the sluttiest for him. That night, Ryan decided it was time for the full house gangbang. He invited three of his closest college friends — all tall, hung, and trustworthy enough to keep secrets. **Tyler** — muscular jock with a thick 9-inch cock. **Jake** — lean and dominant, packing a long, veiny 10-incher. **Marcus** — big, black, and extremely well-endowed with a massive 11-inch monster. The five boys waited in the living room while the girls prepared upstairs.

He was so humiliated that he and his friends spread rumors that I was sleeping around, stringing multiple guys along at the same time. When Sally found out, he went after them one by one. He beat every single one of them until no one dared whisper my name again. One time, the boy who started the rumors called in a few of his friends. After school, they followed Sally down the hallway and shoved him through a floor-to-ceiling window. Sally never saw it coming. His entire body crashed through the glass, and he tumbled to the ground in a shower of broken shards. The fall was not far enough to cause anything serious, but both of his arms were slashed to ribbons by the fragments.

My ex-boyfriend always relished in the bad boy image he took years to build for himself. Truth be told, I secretly enjoy watching him flee the scene with his tail between his legs, after being embarrassed in front of so many. “I’m sure he learned his lesson.” My new favorite guy declares casually. I hope so, but I have my doubts. “Do you perhaps have a girlfriend that will come and pull my hair away?” My tone is playful, but I’m seriously curious about this. He raises a brow. “Why do you ask that?” Because earlier someone’s boyfriend had his hands all over my body, and I was called ‘slut’. The worst part, I allowed his touch. I enjoyed it.