Slutty Pirates Novels & Stories

“I know when we were having fun earlier that word was used, but as you said then, you are ours but in a fun way. A slut is not someone who sleeps with different people or multiple people for fun with a mutual understanding between all involved. A slut is someone who sleeps with whoever they can to gain things for themselves, not caring who gets hurt in the long run.” “What we have...” Reed says, turning her head towards him. “...is a relationship based on mutual respect and an understanding that we are in this because we care about each other and want to be together. Other people don’t have to understand it or even think it is right. It is our life and that is what we want. Do you understand

Chapter 4 My fingers fly over the screen before I can second-guess it, scheduling a live stream for thirty minutes from now. The title is simple: "3 BIG DICKS. 1 USED SLUT. NO LIMITS." I don’t even flinch as I drop the link into my fan group chat, watching the notifications explode instantly. $500 already. $1,000. The numbers climb before I’ve even stood up.

Her fingers thrusting in and out fast and hard over and over as Fiona grunted and moaned over and over, "OHHHH! It's your cunt, Mistress. You and my Master own this pussy!" "That's right, cunt, it's ours. Who owns you orgasms Slut? Who do your screams and cums belong to?" "YOURS MISTRESS MY ORGASMS ARE YOURS AND MASTERS!" "Are they your Orgasms Slut?" "UHH UHH UHHH NO MISTRESS!" "That's right they aren't and you will never have one unless we give you permission if you do we will punish you. You will not call them yours again or we won't let you have one do you understand me Slut?"

The college girl was squealing non-stop and begging him not to take her cherry. The wet pussy slit betrayed the falsehood of her protestations. This blonde slut wanted his cock buried in her pussy as deep as he could push it. The taking of Lisa's cherry was accomplished with little difficulty. She cried out and Marcy immediately pushed her face into her pussy slit and made the virgin suck the vampire cum from her vagina.

she said, smiling up at me. I eyed her, and found her greatly wanting. Then again, nobody could really measure up to my Sue, especially now that she can selectively shift her body parts. It gave new meaning to the term, “magic pussy.” Tonight, the slut was wearing a spaghetti strap crop top with a skirt that would show her ass if she bent over. Part of me was so disgusted with her that I wanted to scare the shit out of her for even wanting to sleep with me, but I knew that could backfire on me. Kimi really wanted GLE, or I would have whispered the scandalous scenarios in which I would inflict pain in the name of pleasure. My time with Sue has taught me where the fine line is.

"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

“I taught you nothing of this sort, you slut.” “Your slut” Serena whispered seductively. “Yes, Mine!” Damon growled Another dirty thought popped into her head and with her eyes fastened so steadily on his, she began moving her hips up and down. Damon groaned and closed his eyes. Serena was for sure going to be the death of him, he thought just before flipping her over

I face palmed and cried my eyes out. I just want the ground to swallow me up. They said I was a nothing but a slut. They said I had seduced the Alpha's son and Levi did nothing about it. Was Levi just my friend in order to touch me? No, he wasn't. I mean, he was not the one that started it. It all went from my unexpected arousal and gosh... I should get myself cleaned up. I stood up and dragged my feet to the bathroom. The deed has been done.

Behind them come my two favorite sluts: Luara with her thick caramel Brazilian ass that jiggles with every step, and Melissa, her fake tits bouncing freely, her pierced clit already visibly swollen and wet. I spread my knees wider on the cold marble floor and look straight into the camera lens, heart pounding. “Today I’m the birthday cum-dump,” I announce, my voice already husky with excitement. “I want every cock in every hole, and I want these sluts to help ruin me completely. Yes, we’re recording—just for the memory.”

“We’ve identified at least four altered versions of the image circulating. Each one has been seeded through different media ecosystems.” Arrow’s eyes narrow. “Explain.” The consultant taps a screen. “This version”—he gestures—“is being pushed through conservative outlets. It frames the issue as a failure of domestic harmony. The implication is that your wife did not fulfill a traditional role.” Arrow’s jaw tightens. “Meanwhile,” the consultant continues, “progressive platforms are pushing a different angle—emotional neglect, power imbalance, a man under pressure seeking validation.” “And the tabloids?” Arrow asks coldly.