Slut Training Novels & Stories

I looked at her and removed it before I could hurt her, I spat on her pussy before bringing two of my fingers to her entrance and sinking into her. She jumped before squirming. Fuck me already, Xander—she asked me, and I spanked her again while my third finger sank inside her. “I’m going to enjoy watching you be such a submissive slut,” I said before pounding her gorgeous ass again. I brought the nearly melted ice to her clit and left it there for several seconds, then increased my pace and brought the tips of my fingers to that sensitive spot inside her. When her screams stopped and she started to tremble, I pulled my fingers out of her gorgeous pussy.

"You have no idea what's in store for us. I've been planning this weekend for days. Months, if I'm honest with myself. We discussed this. Your goal in masturbation is always to cum hard and fast. But when you're making love with a real woman, that's not going to work. "I'm going to train you to stay hard for hours, to delay your need for personal gratification, to keep your woman in a state of utter horny ecstasy as you pull orgasm after orgasm out of her writhing body. Do you have any idea how slutty that makes a woman for you, even when you're not having sex? When a woman has a man who will turn her into a spasming lump of orgasmic jelly, who can do that for a minute or for hours, day in,

She felt his tongue return to her asshole, licking and probing while the vibrator hummed maddeningly close to where she needed it most. She rocked helplessly against nothing. He pulled his mouth away with a wet sound. "Look at you," he whispered against her ear. "Dripping like a slut because I'm eating your ass. You love it, don't you? You love how dirty it is." He turned up the dildo's vibrations, then lubed up the smallest plug from the delivery. "This is a training plug. Small enough to get you used to the feeling." He applied steady pressure, pushing it in, but Lena tensed immediately.

"Still leaking my seed like a used whore. Does Jake know his precious girlfriend is walking around with her stepbrother’s cum inside her?" I whimpered as he pushed two thick fingers back into my sore pussy, fucking me slowly but deeply. "Zane… it hurts…" I moaned, even as my hips rolled against his hand. "Good. It should hurt. This pussy is being trained to take only me." He pulled his fingers out and slapped my clit hard. Once. Twice. Three times. I cried out, fresh slick gushing out of me. He flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up, forcing me into a face-down, ass-up position.

“Let the books hear what a filthy little stepdaughter you are.” Lila shattered with a scream, walls milking him violently. Marcus followed soon after, flooding her with hot cum, grinding deep as if trying to push it straight into her womb. The Master Bedroom – Evening Training The real intensity came at night. Marcus laid her on the massive bed and introduced more toys — a spreader bar that kept her legs wide open, soft wrist cuffs attached to the headboard, and a thick dildo he used to train her throat while the plug stayed firmly in her ass.

The training went on for hours. They fucked me in every combination: One in my pussy, one in my mouth, one playing with the plug in my ass. They made me ride Luca while Matteo fucked my face and Nico worked the next larger plug into my ass. They bent me over the edge of the bed and took turns pounding my pussy while the plug stayed locked inside me, making me feel impossibly full. Every time I came they praised me. “Good little kidnapped slut.” “Taking training so well.” “Your holes are getting greedy for us.”

Everyone who had been watching from behind started talking. "Christine's so hot. Peter made the right choice picking her." My face went bright red. I didn't know what to say. Luckily, Peter told us to officially start the class right then. The whole point of the Wife Training Camp was to teach us how to become proper wives and train our bedroom skills so that our husbands would stay completely devoted. After running through the theory, Peter moved on to the hands-on part. He had me kneel on all fours on a yoga mat so the other students could watch how to shake their hips until they jiggled like Jell-O.

Pre-cum poured. “You like that,” she purred. “Harlan trained my ass for a year before he ever fucked it. You’ll learn faster.” She withdrew her fingers. Replaced them with something thicker—smooth, silicone, tapered. The plug slid in slowly. He whimpered as the widest part stretched him, then seated with a soft pop. “Perfect.” She flipped him onto his back—wrists and ankles still bound, now spread wide. His cock stood straight up, veins pulsing, head slick.

“It’s just sweat, Coach. It’s hot in here. You’re making me work really hard.” Dom stepped forward, towering over me. He tilted my chin up with one thick finger, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Sweat doesn’t leave dark wet patches right on your pussy like that. I’ve been training girls for years. I know the difference. You’re fucking drenched. And it’s not the first time I’ve noticed either.” I swallowed hard, thighs pressing together instinctively. The pressure only made it worse I could feel more slickness leaking out. “I… okay, maybe a little. But it’s embarrassing. You’re forty-five, I’m nineteen. You’re my trainer. This shouldn’t be happening.”

When he heard what was going on, he called Sally over and told him to protect me at school from now on. "... like you would protect your future wife," Don Tony said. I thought he was joking, but when I turned to look at Sally, the tips of his ears had gone red. And just like that, I felt my own face flush too. … The very next day, Sally dragged that boy out and beat him to a pulp. He had always been tall for his age, tough by nature, and his father started training him to fight, shoot, and manage territory when he was only seven.