Novel & Cerita Slutwife

One was labeled wife and the second labeled slut. I looked at the friend and he said he put videos on there of both so I had could enjoy them both. I clicked on the wife first and went to the first video. It was a video of his wife stripping in what must be his bedroom. She was very sexy with long brown hair, large D cup tits and a trimmed pussy. I went to the next video.

Dylan ignored everyone else as he approached, stopping in front of me and looking down at me as if I were beneath him. "What right do you have to stay here?" His tone was icy. "Every dollar this company makes is from people working themselves to the brink, except you. You rely on your looks and body to secure deals. It's pathetic." He laughed bitterly. "We've been married all these years, and somehow I never realized what kind of woman you really are." Then, he pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and slapped them in front of my face. The pictures spilled across the floor, showing me with various men—walking beside them or drinking together.

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.

he repeated. The word did not sound like a question this time. It sounded like confirmation. Amara felt it settle into her chest, heavy and unyielding. There was no retreat from it now. No careful redirection. No polite dismissal disguised as professionalism. She had crossed something. Not a line. Something deeper. “I spoke out of turn,” she said, though her voice lacked conviction. “No,” he replied quietly. “You didn’t.” That was worse. Because if she hadn’t— Then this was real.

My knees ached against the cold floor as I slobbered hungrily on Lucas’s throbbing cock, drool running down my chin and dripping onto my heavy tits. I was in full slut mode, moaning like a whore around his shaft while my fingers frantically rubbed my soaked pussy through the tiny black thong. “God yes, baby… I’m such a nasty fucking wife,” I gasped, pulling off his cock with a wet pop. “I’ve been fingering my stretch-marked cunt every night thinking about four men destroying me. I want to be a gangbang slut so bad—”

"For being a slut." That came from one of the girls. The sharp one, the one who'd spoken first. Her eyes glittered with malice as she said it, like she was proud of herself for landing a hit. "Thelma Grey was a slut," she repeated. "Everyone knew it. She was always throwing herself at guys, trying to get them to pay attention to her. I mean, she even had an OnlyFans, for God's sake." "Did you see the OnlyFans?"

He ripped the babydoll off her, exposing her perfect tits, he sucked on one nipple hard while fingering her soaked pussy. "She's dripping like a slut cuck." Chinedu laughed in Mark's face. "Your wife is a BBC whore, man. See how wet she is for me." He shoved two thick fingers into her, then three, stretching her. Cindy moaned loudly, grinding on his hand. "Yes, Daddy! Stretch my married pussy!" Mark could see her juices running down her thighs, Chinedu positioned her on all fours on the couch, ass facing Mark. He rubbed his massive cockhead up and down her slit, teasing her clit. Then, with one powerful thrust, he buried half his length inside her.

"She's pretty. I'm hot. She's classy, I'm dirty. She's a wife... I'm a slut." "All men need a slut, Mike. Especially guys in power. They work so hard and do so much good, every so often, they just need to vent all that stress somewhere. I'm sure all the big bosses you idolize have sluts like me too. Men like you... they need to do all the sick, disgusting, hot things they could never do with their wives. Things they couldn't possibly do to a woman they respect. That's why women like me exist, Mike. That's the role we play. All men have these needs, and women like me can provide them," she affirmed, pausing for a moment, clasping her hands together, waiting for my response.

she continued, talking in a seemingly professional manner while showcasing these obscene images. "I am a slut! A huge slut! The sluttiest of the sluts. The skankiest of the skanks. The trashiest of the trashy. The whoriest of the whores. Ever since I grew tits, I have been letting guys, and the occasional girl, play with them. I have been told I should be ashamed of myself, that no one likes a slut, but I do not care. I love it! I love being a slut! It is my best my quality. Callum, I am really, REALLY, good at sex, like, amazing at it. You do your work as the best boyfriend ever in public and I work in the bedroom."

I whispered to her. “There is nothing wrong with the relationship that we have as long as we are happy with it,” Reed adds. “I know.” She sighs. “It’s just...” I sat back to take a good look at her. She has her head down, playing with a piece of fluff on her sweater. “You had better not be thinking that you are a slut.” I hooked my finger under her chin, making her look at me. “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 thems