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‘You’re a whore that can’t be satisfied without two dicks. ‘Mmmm.’ I moan, leaning my head onto his shoulder. ‘Say it,’ he orders, grabbing my nipple and pinching it so pain and pleasure surge through me. ‘Say you’re a slut that can’t be happy without two dicks in her.’ ‘I’m a slut,’ I whimper, unable to resist what he wants of me. ‘I’m a slut that likes to have two dicks in me at the same time.’ ‘Such a good girl,’ Allister huffs, beginning his thrusts again. ‘And good girls deserve rewards.’

“Did it occur to you that I may not be interested?” “With this big boy, I doubt it.” God, I sounded desperate, and where the hell did ‘big boy’ come from? That sounded adolescent. He smiled and his full lips came a tiny bit closer. “I suffered through puberty with no ill effects. I think I can handle a slutty tennis player with a need to take her mind off death.” I didn’t back away. “That was mean.” I knew I wasn’t a slut, but so what if I were. To hell with the double standard shit. I would fuck who I wanted and enjoy each sweaty, scorching moment.

He was one of the younger partners, jittery and always following orders. Josh shifted his attention to him. "Did I ask you?" The guy shifted his weight between his feet, gaping and short of words. "No... sir." The last word made Josh smirk and he gestured for him to come forward. "Would you like to fuck this slut?" The boy was skeptical but once those words met his ears he nodded eagerly. The man currently fucking my ass finally came and pulled out, leaving all my holes painfully empty. Josh pulled the guy behind me, snatching up his cock and guiding it into my cunt. "Fuck her nice and hard. She's a slut so make sure you really let her have it."

Then I added a second finger and started fucking myself the way he had, deeper, curling up toward that spot that made my thighs shake. “Grant…” I whispered, voice already breaking. “Fuck… I am your sweet little cumslut…” I kept my face out of the frame like he ordered, only my full tits and the wet, messy movement between my legs showing on camera. My nipples were tight and dark, rising and falling with every shaky breath. I spread my knees wider so he could see everything, the way my pussy gripped my fingers, the shiny wetness coating them, the little clit that was already swollen and desperate.

"pl-e-ase... I moaned out loud. I am begging the devil for his touch proving that I am his SLUT. His gun made contact with my harden nipples and all I knew at that moment was I was looking forward to be his SLUT (end of mature content) I was really a SLUT because the devil just left the room without touching me. I wasn't expecting that at all because to him I am a slut and I should be used for his sexual escapades, he just left without a word which made me know he is bipolar man. I mean he switchs within minutes, this minutes he is sort of cool the next he is something you can't explain. Yes, he is a mafia leader and his moves shouldn't be known, I feel he and his dad have something like a s

“That’s it, slut. Spread those legs for me.” He did, and my dick pulsed in my jeans. I’d always had a dominant streak, a need to show my partners who was boss. But I’d never given in to the urge before. I highly doubted the girls I’d hooked up with would have been okay with me calling them sluts and manhandling them like this. And the guys hadn’t been anything more than a way to get off. A quicky blow job, a hurried handie, not exactly the time to break out my bossy side.

He was panting and said, “that was amazing!” I looked over at the other boy, and he was stroking his hard cock with a big smile on his face. He said, “I told he was a good cock sucker and total cum slut.” He then looked at me and said, “come here slut, it is time to get fucked.” He had not been this demanding before, but I was quick to comply. As he stood up, I bent over the couch and spready my legs. “Spread your ass cheeks for me,” he demanded. I put my face on the couch, reached back with my hands and pulled both of my ass cheeks apart. He looked at his friend and said, “look at that cute little puckered hole, doesn’t it look hungry?” His friend just moaned. He spit on my ass and began ru

I bent down to pick it, skillfully and slightly exposing my bare laps and almost my butt to him. When I realized my terrible thought, I froze. Did I.... I was trying to seduce a boy?

Echo’s POV: It was Jeremy Black one more time. He was right in front of my screen one more time talking all the shitty things about me one more time. Hurting and wounding me and my reputation all over the public. I know whatever he has been enlightening the world with was a complete lie. It was all the assumptions made by him. He was deceiving the whole world with his lies. “She was a slut,” his sentence almost made my heart stop. He called me a slut in front of the whole world one more time. And with his remarks on my character the tears rolled down my cheeks.

“Not because you’re rich, you have a right to talk that way, You’re just a piece of shit.” I was about to stand up when someone punched him on his face. “Oh My Gosh. Beau punched the man.” Someone said So his name is Beau? Kinda weird “You’re talking too much. It annoys me so much.” The man who punched the boy’s face said. “Why do you care?!” Keison shouted, “Are you the boyfriend of this slut?” He said and punched the man. Slut? What the fuck? “Stop it.” I tried to stop them.