Slut Erotica Novels & Stories

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.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you forget your pathetic husband.” Then I felt the tip of him pressing against me. “Fuck yes,” I hissed, moving my hips. “Make me your slut, daddy.” He grabbed my hips. “I’m going to make you my cum slut, alright.” His cock moved past my folds and entered me slowly, stretching me out as my walls clenched around his cock.

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!!!”

“Not a fucking sound, you filthy little slut.” Elena’s eyes fluttered. Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, a fresh gush of arousal sliding down her thigh. Marcus’s other hand slid down her body under the duvet, possessively cupping her breast through the silk, pinching the stiff nipple until she whimpered against his palm. He rocked his hips forward, sliding his now rock-hard cock up and down between her soaked folds, coating every inch in her juices. The fat head bumped her clit repeatedly, sending sparks through her core.

“Tell me what a lying slut you are.” “I’m a slut!” she screamed, the bed shuddering with their motion. “A lying slut who tricked you just to get your cock in my ass!” “Good girl,” he praised, his hand coming down to smack her ass again, the sting mingling with the internal burn. He fucked her harder, his hips slamming into her with brutal force. The sounds were obscene—the slap of skin, his grunts, her choked cries. The whiskey bottle on the desk rattled.

"Say you're my whore! Beg me to fuck that cunt! Beg me to suck those melons!" Madison shut her eyes tightly as tears fell freely down her cheeks. She hated that she wanted to be his slut, she wanted to get away from him so badly but her body wanted nothing more but to be used. "Yes.. use me. Make me your whore Killian. Please fuck me." She uttered helplessly and pre cum dripped down the tip of his cock. "You're a good bitch.." he pulled his fingers out of her with knitted brows and then proceeded to take his pants off.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.