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.

Jax said, sounding delighted. "Look at you go, college boy. Didn't even have to teach you. Just had to break you open a little and your inner slut came out to play." "I'm not—fuck—I'm not a slut—" "You're literally bouncing on my dick right now."

“I’m going to use you Mia, make you suffer. It’s until I’m tired of you that’s when I will let you go” “I’m not a slut!” I said, tears falling off my eyes “Strip! I give you 30 seconds to do that. You won’t like it if you disobey me again.” With teary eyes, I started removing my clothes until I was stark naked. “Get on the bed”. He commanded and I did just that. I’m a slut after all. I got no choice. He joined me on the bed, still clothed and told me to bend in a doggy style.

"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.”

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.

she continued, talking in a seemingly professional manner while showcasing these obscene images. "I am a slut! A huge slut! The sluttiest of the sluts. The skankiest of the skanks. The trashiest of the trashy. The whoriest of the whores. Ever since I grew tits, I have been letting guys, and the occasional girl, play with them. I have been told I should be ashamed of myself, that no one likes a slut, but I do not care. I love it! I love being a slut! It is my best my quality. Callum, I am really, REALLY, good at sex, like, amazing at it. You do your work as the best boyfriend ever in public and I work in the bedroom."