Tranny Slut Novels & Stories

The black hair fell to her waist, the white skin dyed red, her luscious breasts, and the nervous eyes looking at him. And when Agatha slowly spread her legs, Brett saw the juice dripping on her pussy. ‘She’s getting wet,’ Brett thought. Agatha’s face was filled with embarrassment, but her body reacted to Brett’s words. For the first time, Brett was happy that he bought Agatha as his slave, and she should obey everything he says. “That’s right, Agatha. Your appearance right now is very sexy,” saying this, Brett pulled down his shorts and grabbed his c*ck.

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.

She kept repeating after me, spouting lines so depraved I was barely comprehending them until I heard them parroted back to me. "My tits belong to Mr. Canon." "My cunt belongs to Mr. Canon. Mr. Canon can use it any time he wants." "Mr. Canon's cock makes me come my silly little brains out." "I am a weak-willed horny slut who would sell her soul for a ride on Mr. Canon's cock." That last one I liked so much, I had her keep repeating it while I fucked her, right up until I came.

My every nerve ending was on fire… especially my baby nipples and my crotch. “If you can only see yourself, Kat. You look like such a helpless slut! I read somewhere that small boobs are especially sensitive. Is this why you are especially horny? You little girl? Now… baby slut Kat… beg for Daddy’s dick… Beg Daddy to have his way with you. Beg to be daddy’s sex slut and say Thank you Daddy, for making me feel so good!”

"No baby, not you. Of course not. How could I think that? I'm so sorry." "Don't be," she said. "I am a slut and you know it ... not only that, but you LOVE it." "Yes, yes I do," he said. "A slut who has only had sex with six people. Slut slut slut." "Well," she said, "I've had a LOT of sex with those six people! I can still be a slut, can't I?" "If you like, dear. If you like," he said.

My tits bounce with every thrust. “To be treated like a whore. To have his cock milked while someone watches him fall apart.” Marcus is sobbing now, tears streaming as he thrusts up to meet me. “Please… harder, Kayla. I’m yours” “Tell her,” I demand, grinding my clit against him. “Tell your wife what you really are.” “I’m a slut,” he gasps, voice breaking. “I’m your whore, Kayla. I love it… love being fucked in front of her. Love cheating on her with you”

"A dirty little slut who sends nudes to men just to see what would happen. You wanted me to see you. You wanted to be punished." "Please," I sobbed, my hands reaching for his shoulders. "Please, Maximilian, fuck me. Just fuck me." "Admit it first," he said, his thumb grinding against my clit, igniting the ache further. "Tell me what you are." "I'm a slut!" I cried, the words tasting like ash and honey. "I'm a dirty little slut! Please!" He let out a low, triumphant chuckle and took the focus between my legs.

Rodney towered over her, stroking his hard shaft as he glared down at the used-up little Annie. “Look at you, slut.” He sneered. “Such a pretty little thing all used up and filthy.” Annie smirked, “What can I say, I’m a slut at heart.” Rodney nodded his head, “Clearly. Though I think these two tired you out. Are you sure you can take my hard cock?” Annie nodded her head, using her fingers to spread her tight pussy lips. “I can take it, daddy.” “Good. Get on your knees, slut.”

I slammed into her in one brutal thrust, her tight, soaked heat gripping me like a vice. "Ahhhh!" Her scream echoed through the space. "Is this what you wanted?" I snarled, pounding into her with deep, punishing strokes. The wet slap of skin filled the air. "To be fucked like a desperate slut in front of all of them?" "Yes…" she gasped, pushing back to meet me. "Yes, please..." "Say it. Tell them what you are." "I'm a slut," she moaned, voice breaking. "Your slut. Don't stop…"

The shameless bitch lied. My eyes widened in shock, "What? Are you now hiring professional liars as your employees? Wow, you've really got the nerves to lie to my face you bitch!" Jayden looked from me to her, confused. The only person who is making him confused is this secretary. "Calm down ladies. Can you tell me what really happened?"He asked again. "You should ask your secretary that. She called me a slut just because I said I wanted to see you." I explained.