Novelas y relatos de Slut Boy

Paul asked but he didn't reply and just walked away like he was being controlled. He walked over to a pretty girl playing cards with some guys. “Hello beauty. I saw you from afar and was instantly captivated by your magnificent figure” he said grinning and rubbing his hands together. “Thank you” she simply replied not paying attention to him. “I was wondering if you could give me your contact information… so you know… we can have fun sometime” he pressed further his eyes not leaving her butt. “I've a boyfriend” she snapped again not still looking. “It doesn't matter beauty. I like you and i can give you everything you want” he said and without thinking, grabbed her ass.

one of the children shouted, nearly spitting the horrid phrase. "One of his brothers too, and the other ones are all sick now. I bet he will die too." another voice joined. William felt the same rage he did that day, the first fight he ever got into. His vision tunneled and his skin itched, he could take what they said about him but his family, he just snapped. The adult version watched and grinned, reliving the pleasure he felt that day. Watched as the spindly little form of his youth pounced over one of the other children holding the boy down and punching him over and over.

Even the teacher stood amazed at the sight his eyes bulging out of his head. A small smile etched upon my face as I gaze upon the so called bad boys Kristrin Slovac, Kyle Bower and the twins. Kristrin the leader as everyone calls him dressed in a black leather jacket, white t-shirt and a black denim jeans, his thick black hair styled to perfection, thick muscles prominent within his clothing and a perfectly chiseled face made him look definitely like a hot bad boy or playboy for that matter. While his best friend Kyle had a dark skin tone, very tall with a slender body that could die for he was more of a supermodel type girls drooled at him.

I asked “yeah. He's the BOY WITH LUV for you. Besides, I'm not ready to settle down with one girl yet and you don't look like you'd like to share your man so, I'm going back to the playboy life” “are you still gay? I heard you were gay” I said “I wasn't gay. I was bisexual” he answered “okay and by the use of past tense it means you're no longer bisexual right?” I asked again “yeah. Boys are too dangerous. My partners always try to kill me” he said humorously and we laughed “so Maxwell and Caleb were given a life sentence but Coloy was given a death sentence?” he asked and I nodded “so I heard” I said

“Say it, you broken slut.” “I’m your broken slut,” I moaned, my head spinning from the hard thrusts. He slapped my other cheek, not too hard but enough to sting. “Louder. Tell me how my cock feels ruining you again.” Every slap made my pussy clench tighter around him. “Your cock feels so good ruining me! It’s stretching my wet cunt so much. Harder, please!” The orgasms started coming fast. My brain melted with each one. I shook and squirted around his thick shaft, soaking us both.

Walking over to the log, I pry open my bottle of beer using the sharp edge before taking a single swig, immediately I'm met with a burning, bitter taste on my tongue. "There," I breathe out. "Now it's fair ground. If I snitch on you guys, I'll also be snitching on myself." I shock myself with this new profound confidence that came from knowhere. They all look at each other, and it looked as if they were having a silent conversation with their eyes. Then the blonde boy sighs in defeat.

After a couple minutes of this he stood up and told me to follow him, which I did very eagerly. When we got to the bedroom, he immediately grabbed a bottle of lube from a nightstand. He said “doggy is my favorite if that’s ok with you.” I didn’t even say anything just got up on the bed on all fours and looked back at him. He smiled and said “you really are a slut aren’t you?” I didn’t respond and he walked up to me, slapped my ass and left his hand there. He said “aren’t you?” I looked back and whimpered “yes I am.” He smiled and said “good” as he opened the bottle of lube.

I had anticipated this since yesterday and right now I just needed to blow a load and get home. I surfed the net looking for my favorite object insertion p**n to beat my meat off to, I mean, what better way to get a load ready? Lubing my cock with my saliva, my palm rubbed off on my cap first before moving downwards and upwards. The screen showed a group of men holding down a gay teenager and impaling him with a ball. My mouth watered as my hand moved faster on my rock hard penis. “Shit” I gasped low and breathy as the men treated him as an object for their pleasure and not a love making session.

Ronan is teasing the outline of his cock in his jeans while gulping at his drink. "Now that's a good slut, April," Kayson coos. He has slunk himself into the couch with his drink, one leg stretched out the length of the cushions. "Let's treat our girl like she deserves." I enjoy the cavalier style with which he gives me over to them. I love being called his slut. I am his slut. I feel my already intense heart rate increase when he calls me that. I so want these two dicks in me, I was already very turned on. Hearing Kayson refer to me as his slut... that just flushes me again with desire. I will make him proud.

I moaned after just over a minute of being fucked by my son, "Oh, yes, baby, give it to Mommy... give me all that dick." "Do you like it hard?" he asked. He was slamming into me now, his body colliding into mine with each stroke. "I love it hard, son," I moaned. "Now fuck Mommy good! Fuck me just like you fuck all your other sluts!" "You're volunteering to be my slut? To join my stable?" he asked, not slowing down at all in his relentless attack on my fevered pussy. "Yes, I do want to be your Mommy slut," I agreed wickedly, having already declared that, and my orgasm was rising rapidly.