Tranny Slut Novels & Stories

She whined in frustration, hips bucking into the air. “Please… I need to cum… my pussy is aching…” I laughed softly into the mic. “Beg better than that.” Lena’s voice cracked with need. “Please make me cum… I’ll do anything… I’ll be your dirty little slut… just let me explode…”

“So wet already. You love sneaking around, don’t you?” “Yes—fuck me harder,” she gasped. “Your cock feels so good. Pound my married pussy. Make me cum quick.” He gripped her hips and slammed into her, the sound of skin slapping filling the small room. “Take it. Just like old times. Your husband has no idea how much of a slut you are for me.” I kept recording, breath shallow. The sight was nasty and hot in a way that made my thighs press together. My own father and Damon’s mother. Here. Now.

Raine clung to him, exhausted, face buried in his neck. “I have to go,” Daniel said finally, voice barely above a whisper. “No—” Raine started, but Daniel was already gently disentangling them. He set Raine on the edge of the bed and stood, smoothing his wrinkled shirt. Every movement felt mechanical, like his body was moving while his mind screamed at him to stop. Raine watched him with red, swollen eyes, fresh tears spilling over. “Daniel, please…” Daniel paused at the bedroom door, back turned. He couldn’t look at him again. If he did, he might not leave. “I’ll have the money transferred today. Use it. Start over. You deserve better than this anyway.”

"Do you want to take it back? I want you to call your clit slutty and yourself a slut, a whore, a cock-greedy little cocksleeve." "Aaaahhh..." Anny's vision became hazy as her gaze settled on Michele, who had given her the order to degrade herself with those filthy names. Her nipples stiffened painfully beneath her dress, aching for attention she knew she couldn't give them yet. "I... I will rub my slutty clit..." she moaned louder. She shifted her gaze to Adriano, wanting him to see her submission. "I will rub my slutty clit faster for you, daddy..." she cried out, her hips beginning to rock against her own hand, desperately seeking more friction. "Cause I'm a slut... aahhh..."

I smiled as I touched the door. "Uhmm. Do you like it, huh?" "Hmm ... Yes hubby!" I couldn't help but resent what I heard. I'm really still here to watch live, ah? What position? Dog style? Missionary? 69? Wheelbarrow? Not sure, I really don't know anything about those positions! "Hmm ... h-hubby! Ah! Yes!" My eyes rolled again in the air. This witch is very noisy. Is it her first time? My god! It's so annoying.

It dawned on me how tough and nonchalant she had to act in front of Selena. " I was afraid, I wasn't ready," I responded. " You left me all alone that morning, you discarded me only for me to find you again and realize that you are the Alpha King and you bought me as your sex slave., Ava replied, and the more she talked, the more the tears kept flowing. " I'm sorry." I apologized. That was the second time I was apologizing to Ava, she is the first and will be the last person to receive my apology. I wiped her tears with my finger.

"An alluring, slutty, sexy woman willing to fuck men or women, take it in your mouth, cunt or ass. Obediently complying with your Masters wishes from the clothes you wear, to when you're allowed to cum. Soon, he'll cum in your ass and you'll suck his cock deep in your mouth, cleaning his cum from his prick, and blow him until he releases another load down your throat, swallowing every drop. Then you'll do it again with another man, his driver, his servant. Take his fat prick up your ass, get another load of cum, and suck him off." Regina climaxed, her body squirming, waves of pleasure surging through her, her skin rippling as the muscles tensed below it. "Perhaps you'll be ordered to lick a

“Not some prissy business cunt. Yeah, you’re gorgeous, hot as fucking hell, but deep down, you’re just a dirty little slut who needs her holes used, aren’t you?” Letty couldn’t stop, wouldn’t, even if a gun was jammed to her head. She kept grinding, her hips snapping with brutal, relentless force, her eyes rolling so far back they showed only whites, utterly consumed, loving every raw, agonizing inch of his cock relentlessly plowing deep inside her.

“Put this on. We can’t have you looking like a slut in front of the Winters’ family.” A slut. The words almost made Leanne laugh out loud. That was what she was, a high-class slut. A whore. Nothing but a plaything for rich and powerful men. She forced a smile to mask her pain, silently pulled out the outfit from the paper bag and her eyes widened in amazement as she did.

she blurted out, loud and clear. "Look up, mademoiselle. Look into my eyes and tell me you're ready, and you want me to fill you up with my cream. And that you want me to fuck you like no one has ever done before. Tell me to my face that you're ready to be my slut for money!" He said to her. Gently, she raised her head to look at him as her heart beat really fast. "I want you to fuck me, and uh… fill me with your… stuff. And uhm, yeah, everything you said." She was so embarrassed, but she tried to hide it.