Slut Erotica Novels & Stories

“She’s squeezing me already. Such a filthy slút for both of us.” “Mmm,” Adrian moaned, pulling his cóck out just enough to let her breathe before pushing back in. “Say it, Sienna. Say what you are.” She moaned around his cóck, eyes rolling back, before managing to gasp out between thrusts, “I’m your slút… your whóré… use me.” Dárius slapped her thigh. “Good girl. Don’t you dare cúm yet. You’ll cúm when we tell you.”

Emma's pussy shot ablaze as she was mere moments away from the incredible orgasm she had been working toward. "Y-yes! Oh fuck, yes!" Emma moaned, opening her eyes and staring at Tom as she spoke, her words shaky and filled with sluttiness as she screamed. "I never want you to stop fucking me... ohhh fuck! I want you to fuck me again and again... please... fuck me whenever you want! Uhhhh! I'm your little slut to fuck... OOOOOOOH, YES... your little whore to fuck whenever you want! Ooooh... don't stop... oooooooh, fuck... fucking me! OH GOD! OHHH SHIT! TOM YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME... OHHH FUCK... CUUUUUUUUUM!"

Cum Slut's eyes were shut, and she looked to be in ectasy. "Open your eyes, Cum Slut. Watch the Slave eat your cunt." Her eyes flew open and her body tensed. Slave sucked her clit into her mouth and maybe bit down a little because Naomi cried out and Slave started sucking juices out of her pussy. I couldn't wait anymore. I pulled the plug out and shoved my cock into Slave's ass. In a few strokes I was deep and fucking her hard.

she moans when I slide a hand under her and start to rub her swollen, soaked clit. “The only slut you’re allowed to be is mine.” “Yes,” she yells when I give her clit a soft squeeze before rolling it between my fingers as I start to fuck her ass again. “That’s right, baby,” I groan against her skin. “Show me who you belong to.” She screams my name and cums hard, her little ass squeezing me even tighter as her whole body tenses with her release. “Fuck,” she moans, riding out her orgasm as her sweaty body writhes beneath me, nearly pushing me over the edge with her.

she blurted out, loud and clear. "Look up, mademoiselle. Look into my eyes and tell me you're ready, and you want me to fill you up with my cream. And that you want me to fuck you like no one has ever done before. Tell me to my face that you're ready to be my slut for money!" He said to her. Gently, she raised her head to look at him as her heart beat really fast. "I want you to fuck me, and uh… fill me with your… stuff. And uhm, yeah, everything you said." She was so embarrassed, but she tried to hide it.

I'd spent the entire class half hard behind the podium, forcing myself to focus on the projector while she crossed and uncrossed her smooth legs every few minutes. And here she was, Layla Turner, an A+ student turned self-sabotaging brat, dripping on my table because she couldn't wait any longer. Such an impatient little slut. I'd been eager to play this game with her all session. Who knew she would snap so soon? Christ, she was perfect. Her pussy was slick with arousal, already swollen from nothing other than anticipation of being fucked. I leaned back in my chair, watching as she slid her fingers down, tracing her slit for a few seconds before dipping two fingers in.

I slammed into her in one brutal thrust, her tight, soaked heat gripping me like a vice. "Ahhhh!" Her scream echoed through the space. "Is this what you wanted?" I snarled, pounding into her with deep, punishing strokes. The wet slap of skin filled the air. "To be fucked like a desperate slut in front of all of them?" "Yes…" she gasped, pushing back to meet me. "Yes, please..." "Say it. Tell them what you are." "I'm a slut," she moaned, voice breaking. "Your slut. Don't stop…"

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.

The smell and taste of myself made my hips roll without control. “You’re such a good whore,” he praised the woman. Maybe she was. But in that moment, so was I. A good girl gone soaking and sinful. It did not take long before I heard it—skin slapping against skin. Her cries. His grunts. His filthy words echoing through my ceiling like a siren’s song. I pushed two fingers in and curved them, finding that sweet, sensitive spot. “Mmm…” I bit my lip to hold in the sounds, not wanting him to hear how easily I surrendered.