Slut Boy Novels & Stories

He's just too perfect at making me feel this way. "You're a very stubborn girl, but I like you that way. You easily get wet." He whispered in my ears. Then he dipped his cock in my p**sy. I gasped and held the nearby chair for support. He thrust in slowly and deeply allowing my body to get used to him. Then he continued in deep, hard strokes. I moaned loudly and held the chair which is shaking slightly. He spanked my butt, "You're fucking tight and loose." "You're big and annoying." I managed to say admist moaning.

Yet, beneath her strong exterior lay a woman with an insatiable appetite for pleasure, a hunger that only a select few could satisfy. Enter Orion Blackwood, a young man with a body sculpted by the gods and a reputation that preceded him. Orion was a sugar boy, a term he embraced with pride, offering his services to the wealthy and powerful. His most striking feature was his enormous cock, a weapon of pleasure that he wielded with expert skill. Orion was not just a pretty face; he was a master of seduction, a sex slave who took pride in fulfilling every fantasy of his patrons.

“Take this fat cock while your boyfriend is away. You love being a filthy little slut behind his back, don’t you?” “Yes,” I cried out, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I love it. Fuck me harder. Make me your dirty secret.” He pounded into me faster, the wet slapping sounds of our bodies filling the room. His hand reached down to rub my swollen clit. “That is my nasty girl. Scream for this dick. Tell me how much better it feels than your boyfriend’s pathetic cock.” “So much better,” I moaned loudly. “Bigger… thicker… deeper… oh god, I am going to come again already.”

"Okay but, I know you. You're my boyfriend and that has to be something that you remember! Something even traumatizing and I should be able to be there for you." Samuel only huffs and plops in his seat. "Its not something I like to talk about Loa. It's not, oh hey, by the way, I had a best friend that got raped by a man." "Okay, I understand." Samuel stays quiet and I guess there was nothing I could really say either. "Anyway, are you ready to study?" "Yea. .," I muttered awkwardly. "Sure."

His silver eyes pin me down, predatory, clinical, like I’m something he’s deciding whether to dissect or devour. His hand finds my chin. Grips. Hard. My jaw shifts under the pressure, and he tilts my face up, making me feel exactly like what I am right now. His. A slut he paid for. A toy. And somehow, somewhere deep in my fucked-up wiring, that word stirs something hot and shameful in my belly that I really don’t have time to unpack. “Here’s how we’re going to do this.” His voice is low, unhurried, the kind of calm that’s worse than shouting. “I’m not one to repeat myself, okay? So be a good fucking slut that you are and touch yourself.”

She didn't actually think he would agree. “Can you really love me after watching that happen? Can you really see other boys gang bang me and not think I’m a slut afterwards?" she forged on, gasping for breath, aching for more even as her pussy burned and her body screamed it had reached its limit.

I will sway you and make you fall for me so I can reap your money and make you submit to me. Looks like the King of Playboys is back from vacation and ready for a new hunt… *Playboy Theo had an evil smirk on his face ass he stepped out of the building to go get some coffee* *Well… things just got more interesting. See you in the next chapter!*

“In fact… maybe I should get a taste before handing you off. Odds are, he won’t like you anyway. You’ll end up mine.” He reached for me, fingers grazing my waist. I shoved his hand away. “Don’t touch me.” His smile vanished. The slap came hard and fast. I hit the carpet, vision spinning. “Don’t touch you?” Snake crouched beside me, face close, breath sour. “You’ve already been sold, sweetheart. You think you still get choices?” “You should be lucky your boyfriend sold you to me,” he sneered. “Anyone else, and you’d already be on your back, entertaining guests.”

When Johann was finally done with his romantic getaway, he came back home and trampled all over my self-esteem like he was disciplining a mere dog. Was I just their afterthought after all? I flung my phone onto the couch in a rage. "I hate secondhand men who've been defiled by other women!" This was the first time I had said such harsh words to him. Unexpectedly, Johann frowned at once as anger lit up in his fiery eyes. He grabbed my chin tightly and slapped me hard on the cheek just a split second later. He slapped me so hard that my vision blacked out for a moment. "Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you thin

He moved to the side table where he kept water and apparently an insulated cup. He lifted the lid, fished out a single ice cube, and held it up between two fingers. “Helping with soreness,” he explained, voice velvet-soft. “Because your inexperienced boyfriend doesn’t know a damn thing about what a woman truly needs.” My breath caught. He stepped between my thighs. And pressed the ice cube directly to my clit. I opened my mouth to ask what the hell he meant about Michael, but the words never made it out. The ice cube met my clit and everything inside me short-circuited.