"Next." Professor Vance tapped his clipboard as he surveyed his class at University of Sluts, Los Amigos. His eyes landed on me. Cold. Expectant. My legs trembled as I stood. The walk to the front felt endless. Eyes followed me. Judging. I stopped before the desk. Vance’s gaze swept over me. Lingering on my throat. My wrists. "You understand the requirements?" His voice was low. Rough. I nodded. Too fast. "I can't hear yo...

"What the actual fuck?" Rachel muttered under her breath, staring at the sign in front of her. "Men, Women, or Sluts?" she read aloud, her voice laced with incredulity. The neon lights of the concert venue cast a sickly glow over the bustling crowd, all eager to get inside. She had scored tickets to see her favourite band, and this was the last thing she expected to see. The line for sluts was significantly shorter, and R...

Mike stepped aside, his cock still hard and glistening with my juices. Jeremy laid down in front of me, his cock already slick with lube. His gaze locked with mine. "Your pussy is going to ride me now," he said with a grin, his voice a seductive promise. "Are you ready?" I complied breathlessly, my legs trembling as I settled over him, my pussy slick and ready. He reached up to grip my waist, guiding his cock to my entran...