The Outsiders Smut Novels & Stories

I was trembling, breathing ragged, my sore pussy dripping onto his expensive pants. Then his phone buzzed. He checked it, smiled darkly, and pushed me off his lap. “Stand up. Wetness check. Right now.” I stood on shaky legs, turned to face him, and spread my thighs. Reaching down with both hands, I pulled my puffy, dark pussy lips apart, exposing my glistening, abused hole to him. The cool air made me shiver. Mr. Sinclair leaned forward, studying me closely. “Look at that pretty black cunt,” he murmured. “Still red. Still leaking. Take a photo and send it to me.”

I smirk at the camera when I say that because it’s a direct jab at Mr Crawford and his two inch penis. Fucking asshole. Lifting her onto the desk, I part her legs and fit myself between them, tugging her cotton panties down her legs until her pretty pink cunt is bared to my hungry gaze. “So beautiful,” I hiss, falling to my knees before her. There’s a small triangle of hair right voice her clit and it’s so surprisingly hot. Mrs Crawford bites her lip, braces one hand on the desk behind her then slides the other into my hair and all but tugs me forward.

Never let dogs smell fear! The hungry look on these men’s faces as their eyes run over my practically naked body makes it obvious that they smell my fear, and they fucking love it. I look around the room, thinking that I’ve never seen so much leather, facial hair, and tattoos in such a small space. I try to find a friendly face, but they’re all looking at me like they want to bend me over the nearest table and fuck the living hell out of me.

Sweat glistened on his back, trickling down his spine, and I imagined licking it off, tasting the salt of his skin. He reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles that made her buck wildly. "You love this, don't you?" he growled, voice rough. "Taking my cock raw, begging for it like a slut." Aunt Lydia nodded frantically, her tits bouncing with the force of his thrusts. "Yes! I'm your slut, fuck me, fill me up! Don't stop, please, I'm so close!" The shame hit me harder then, a wave crashing over the arousal. I was his daughters best friend, I should call Chloe or something not spying like some pervert. But my body betrayed me—nipples hard against my dress, thighs squee

He pulled my head further back, bowing my back slightly, and stepped to the side, “What a picture you make, standing here with your clothes off, just like a little slut.” I flushed under the 'slut' comment but my pussy clenched instead. It must have liked it. When I tried to avert his penetrating stare, he tightened his grip and jerked my eyes

🔞Warning🔞: This chapter contains mature writing. Please read at your own discretion. If you are not comfortable with this, just skip the entire chapter. ******* OSWIN's POV I thought her scent—she smelled like a combination of jasmine and lemongrass—was sweet, but so did her moan. Her juice was savory, filling the taste buds on my tongue with a strawberry flavor. I couldn't help but smile at her skin, which was already starting to get wet of its own accord and not just by my saliva alone. As her luscious voice filled the room with increasing intensity, the warmth within her grew, eventually causing it to flow and trickle down her inner thighs.

She was tagged as smut and she'd cried her face to pulp. Lastly, on Tuesday afternoon during P.E, I bribed some muscular seniors with cash to kidnap and dump Tristan into the school dumpsters that had all trash in the school. That had him smelling like the mixture of soured milk, decayed meat, rotten fruits and all other various trash that had been in the school dumpsters for five days.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

“If you aren’t a slut, why were you looking at me like that. I saw you looking from the balcony. You’re either a slut or a fucking voyeur and pervert. Which is it?? What is your name slut?” “It’s…it’s..it’s Mary” was the stuttering reply. Sara cupped my breasts in her hands, “You haven’t told me yet. Are you a slut, or a pervert, or both?” I groaned with pleasure at the erotic touch of the bikini clad girl. “I…i…quit it…please stop…please…” little tears formed in the corners of my eyes. How had I let myself get into this position? “Drop your swim suit slut Mary. I want to see your naked body. Do it now, pet. You know you can’t resist me.” The teen kept staring into my eyes. The colors. The c

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