Slut Boy Novels & Stories

he asked, knowing damn well the answer. “I just had a fû'cking orgasm,” I whispered. He smirked. “What kind of girl cums while sucking two strangers’ cøcks?” “A slût,” I answered. He tilted his head. “What?” I looked up at him. “A cøcksucking slût,” I said louder, and felt another massive wave of orgasm crash over me again. I went back to sucking, more determined than ever. I wanted to make these guys cum. I wanted Bob to see I was his slût—the best one, the one who knew how to please.

They're vulgar, too much sluts, without light green eyes where yellow gleams can be distinguished when you see them up close. "Come on, give me the strongest thing you have, mate," Apolo slaps my shoulder and shakes me. "Get rid of that badly fucked face, that chick can't move badly." "Shut the fuck up," I shout at him. He laughs and sets a glass in front of me. I don't drink, but damn... tonight is shit. "For one night, it's okay. I've got a little surprise for you." "I don't fuck prostitutes." He laughs again and pats my back. It's the first time I've drunk in years, and it hits me hard, so fucking hard that I think I'm already crazy when I hear it.

I said as the next boy entered. I suckled hard on that bud. I nursed on her clit, wanting to make her cum like she did with me. My lips nibbled on her bud. Her juices trickled down my chin. That felt so naughty as I suckled on this sexy bud. I just wanted to make her cum so badly. "Yes, yes, just like that," moaned the sexy photographer. "Uh, like this?" the boy asked. "Not you! The lezzie slut sucking on my clit! Oh, god, yes! That's so good! Fuck!"

She groans and trembles, grabbing desperately at the fucking sheet. "Fuck, Rae. God, you're such a fucking slut." I grunt through clenched teeth, unable to conceal the vile, sadistic side of myself that I try to keep hidden. "Mhmyeah... I...I'm your... I'm your...slut." She manages to speak in between thrusts while still clutching the sheet for dear life. I still can't get Harley out of my fucking head as my cock prods her tight, slippery asshole. Rae is hit with brutal, vicious blows that cause her muscles to tighten up around my cock as I slam into her, wishing she were someone else. The sounds of her grating groans are finally drowned out by the city noise, which roars in through the open

"But only once you've understood and accepted the rules." "What are the rules, daddy?" "The rules are that if we fuck now, you become my new slut. As my slut, you fuck me and only me. As my slut, you sleep in my bed and welcome my cock inside your cunt whenever I want to put it there. As my slut, you're happy to suck my cock whenever I want my cock sucked. As my slut, you wear slut clothes picked out by me when we're together and whatever outfits I think are suitable when we're not. As my slut, you only masturbate when I tell you to. As my slut, you perform household tasks naked if I want you to. As my slut, you will come to my work for fucking or sucking if I summon you. As my slut, you kee

“That pussy feels so good. So fucking tight. Such a good girl for me. Such an eager little slut.” Shame burns in my belly as the words send shockwaves of pleasure straight through my pussy. My mouth falls open, lips molding to his, wet and senseless. His thrusts are more brutal, breaths coming in short bursts, moans and growls impossible to hold back. His hand closes around my throat, lips capturing mine violently. I groan against them, pleasure from his driving cock blinding me completely. “Is that what you are?” he demands. “Are you my little slut?”

Now, when they call me their slut, I get excited. “That’s right, baby, and what do little sluts do?” “They let their masters fuck them until they come all over, Master Jory.” “Good girl, now come, and keep coming as many times as you want.” “Thank you, Master Jory!” Suddenly, a sting rips across my clit and I realize that Jory just slapped it, but it has me coming hard, “OHH...GOD!!!”

} I didn't know what it was saying but his voice, the language, the accent, it was enough to fuel me. As I kept slamming back into him, he spread my buttcheek and spat on the hole between them pulling a moan from me. When his thumb spread saliva across the tight hole, my movement faltered. And I could hear the smile in his voice, “Does my little slut like butt play?” “Yes, sir,” I whimpered. I liked it a bit too much. He pressed the thumb harder against the tight, pink flesh. “Interesting, we'll explore that later but for now…”

Pleasure built insane, my dick leaking onto the sheets untouched. They synced, Jordan's grunts mixing with Riley's hums against my ass. Close again, so close... but Riley slapped my cheek light. “Hold back, slut. We're not done playing.” Slut. Yes, that’s what I am now. They swapped their positions, Jordan behind now. His tongue was rougher, broader strokes that made me shudder. He rimmed deep, his beard scratching my skin, adding to the burn. “This hole is gonna be so full soon. Stretched around my fat dick.” His finger joined—two thick ones, twisting and curling.

“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.”