Slut Princess Novels & Stories

“Princess is creaming so much harder.” “Sophia’s taking it well but Ava looks like she was born for this.” “Dump your load in the real Gangbang Princess.” I came repeatedly, squirting violently while staring straight into Liam’s eyes, silently telling him I was his ultimate slut. By the end of the night, I had earned significantly more loads than Sophia. The men voted me the clear winner of the competition. Liam claimed me immediately afterwards in the master bedroom. He fucked me with a level of raw passion and possessiveness I had rarely seen, whispering how proud he was,

The video zoomed in dramatically before transitioning into some stupid edited animation with flashing pink text splattered across the screen. SLUT PRINCESS. Another caption appeared underneath. IS THE NEW GIRL ALREADY HOOKING UP WITH ADDICTS IN THE BOYS’ BATHROOM? Dwayne's an addict?. The comments blurred together beneath it. ‘Knew she was easy.’ ‘Slut princess is wild.’ ‘Dwayne and her? Gross’ ‘She’s literally been here for five minutes.’ Heat rushed to my face so violently it burned. “Oh my God…” I barely recognized my own voice.

"Not my whore. Not my slut. The perfect princess I'm going to make my wife." The moon lights her face as she leans back, looks up at me. "There's no rule that says I can't be all of those things," she whispers, her attention falling to my mouth. "Right?" A sharp stab of arousal in my belly is following by the stiffening of my cock. Damn me to hell. "Harriet," I say thickly. "No more of that. Of what we've been doing."

"He continued this till I had enough of it, and the pig uploaded the video without a second thought." "I knew we had something in common," Prisca said, giving a drunken smile. Then she continued, "I fell in love with the son of the devil, gave him my time, my money, and my body. Can you believe after everything I did for the dick, he fucking sold me out?" "It was all over the place, bitch. You do know how to take a schlong," Lisa said as she took down a glass of whiskey. "Fucking bitch!" Prisca cursed, took a gulp, and continued, "The fool took no pity on me for the shit he did. He fucked me again at my boss's birthday party, made me swallow his cum."

I could understand why he was difficult to persuade; he’d only work if there was someone to fuck. “Don’t you want to know what it feels like sleeping with me? A lot of women out there can give you quite the review.” Being a man myself, this was a disturbing conversation, but I knew Princess well enough, she’d make him disturbed. “You should be ashamed of yourself. You sell your body for money, and that simply makes you a harlot. I’m sure all those reviews would be bad, your tummy is as big as the minutes it would take to get them out of the way for your dick to actually come into light; so no, I wouldn’t want to have such a traumatizing experience.” I had never seen her more disgusted than s

The hallway outside was quiet, but inside the men’s bathroom my heart hammered like a drum against my ribs. I’m Sylvia, a shameless twenty year old college student, and according to the rumors, the biggest slut on campus. Ever since that video of me making out with five guys went viral, most people pretended not to know my name. They just called me slut, whore, cum-dump. I stopped caring months ago. The names only made me wetter. I didn’t give a fuck. Today, I was finally living up to the title once more.

She tries to avert her eyes but I hold her in place. "Mi Princessa, you should never be ashamed to express how you feel. I know you were not aware of my presence when you spoke. But guess what, things we do or say behind closed doors, are our true colors. Our true intentions. Our true feelings are usually let out when alone. And I want you to know that, even if I get given a chance to choose, I will choose you over and over again mi Princessa. My heart belongs to only you. Infact, my whole being is yours to do as you please."

Alright, here’s 600 words of completely random, chaotic-yet-readable stuff: --- Have you ever thought about how bizarre it is that bananas are technically berries, but strawberries aren’t? Whoever came up with fruit classification was either a genius or someone with too much time on their hands. Imagine sitting in a botanical conference: “Yes, folks, tomatoes are fruits, cucumbers are fruits, but that thing called a strawberry? Nope, not a berry. Carry on.” It feels like nature is playing an inside joke and we’re just pretending to get it.

something to say, and each one brightened Sam’s face the same way it must have brightened them up at that point in time when she told them all those things in her usual, cheerful way. “But despite all this, she’s a slut, right?” I asked, chuckling dryly. “If being like Sam means being a slut, then maybe we should all become sluts because…” I cast long meaningful stares at Hailey and Kaylee before adding, “I’d much rather be a slut, than a fucking hypocrite.” I stared at my friends who all had smiles on their faces, with Sam’s looking quite teary-eyed; but not the sad type this time. I shot her a wink, before turning to say, “so, I guess that makes me a proud slut.” “Not just you.” I tra

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.