Tranny Slut Novels & Stories

I clench my teeth and ball my fists, fuming with a great deal of rage right now. "Fuck you, asshole. I'm not a fucking slut." "No? Then why'd you let me fuck you like one last week?" Now a grin appears on his suckable lips, one that has moisture gathering between my clenched thighs. Why is this turning me on? "Go to hell." "I'm already fucking there." He bends down and gets directly in my face, pushing my back against the fabric of the chair. "I was born in hell, little bird. An insult would be telling me to go to heaven because I ain't no fucking saint. That's for damn sure."

“I’m not just their wife. I’m their property. Their fucktoy. Their perfect little stepsis cumdump. I crave the collar. I crave the spanking bench. I crave being denied and ruined and claimed. I’m a slut for their cocks, their hands, their rules. I was never meant to be anything else. I love them… and I love being their collared slut more than I should.” Ryan groaned in approval. He removed the clamps suddenly, the blood rushing back in a painful wave that made her cry out. Then he was behind her, yanking the plug free and slamming his thick cock into her ass in one stroke. “Good girl. Such a good fucking slut for the camera.”

Let alone been so unprofessional. "Slut? That's the best you’ve got?" Angelique mocks and laughs. That laugh she does when she's about to say something hurtful, "The fact that your new boyfriend wants me more than he wants you doesn’t make me a slut. It just makes you a tomboy beta with no sex appeal, and it makes me a goddess that no one can resist. But... having dirty sex with him while he's with you maybe does make me a slut. I guess you were right, then."

Tears pool in my eyes as the harsh realization of being a slut to a man who's betrothed to another woman dawns upon me. "Cat caught your tongue, bitch." She leans closer and presses her lips in a sinister smile,"Listen to me for your own good, Anna Harris, that's what your name is, right? After all your video is the most watched clip on the internet in recent days. You amaze me, Harris but you can never satisfy an insatiable man like Hunter Storm. He's a beast when it comes to sex, he'll demand you in kinky ways, fuck you without a mercy even if you're dying and throw you out like some contagious rag once you quench his thirst. He has done it milion times before you or me and he won't stop f

Philip took a deep breath. "...But you had no right to call me a slut, I could really be considered one for working here and dancing for all these people, but I would never give myself like that to anyone." "What about Mike? Aren't you his slut?" Sean sneered. "No, I'm not! But if I was, better be his slut than yours" "Thank you for the talk, Mr. Harper, I'll talk with the real owner of Lust, your dad, and figure out if I should or not be fired" Philip said preparing to leave the place.

He asked, corking his brows. I didn’t intend to put her in more trouble, so it will be best if I denied her opening up to me. “She didn’t say anything, I asked someone to run a background check on her and figured out she was Travis' daughter and your mate who you have been maltreating”. “Ex mate, she is now a slave. I rejected her because I didn’t want to have anything to do with a weak somebody and someone who her father is partially responsible for ruining my childhood”. “She is your slave, right? Can I buy her? Any amount you want? Anything you want, I will give you just for her release”.

“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

My heart was thumping a frantic rhythm against my ribs. I needed a distraction. I needed to feel something other than the crushing weight of being a prisoner in the same pack my father once ruled. I gently lay on one side of the bed, raising my silk dress just enough for my panties to be visible. I slowly slipped my index finger beneath my panties slightly brushing my clits enough to make a slight moan escape my lips. I flung my head back in derived pleasure. I massaged my clits in slow circles. My nipples grew bigger and hardened under my touch.

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.”

"Your p*ssy is very slutty, Greena! It’s squeezing me so tight! Uhh! Uhm! This p*ssy is mine, baby! Only mine!” "Yours, Daddy! My slutty p*ssy is yours! I love how you f*ck me! Ahhh! More! Yes! Yes! Ahhhh! Daddy! Ahhh!” I screamed. His head went down, and his mouth s*cked my n*pples.