7 comments/ 76458 views/ 31 favorites A Week in the Life of a Slut: Ch. 01 By: SexySpanker Looking back on it, Lauren couldn't pinpoint the moment that she realized she was a slut. Was it when she gave her first handjob, and felt a feeling of satisfaction when the cum shot from her father's business partner's throbbing cockhead as she wanked him in the backseat of his car? Was it the first time she fucked two guys in the same night (though not at the same time), Alex and James, boys from her senior class who had been vying for her attention and had finally succeeded in getting her drunk after their class graduation party? Was it the first time she let a man (in this case, a college instructor) shoot his load all over her face? She didn't know for sure, but she knew one thing: she loved pleasing men, and being pleased by them. Now, at 20 years old, she had the confidence to get what she wanted. That didn't mean that she would sleep with just anyone, however. As the stories about her inevitably spread around the campus where she attended college, guys would proposition her just about everywhere. Strangely enough, that was a turn-off for Lauren, who preferred to surprise men with her slutiness. She sought out the men who were least likely to know about her reputation -- mostly that meant faculty, staff, administrators and "townies," but because her college was so big, there were plenty of regular students who got in on the action too. She liked having several encounters a week, with a good mix of what she termed her "regulars" (guys that she had been sleeping with for longer periods of time) and chance encounters. I'd like to tell you about a week in her life as a slut. It was a week that began like any other, but ended in true love: between Lauren and a big-cocked young man named Ben, who had no idea of the sexual potential simmering under his bookish exterior. But let me start from the beginning. Monday. Lauren woke up at 5 AM. It was an uncharacteristic time for an undergraduate to awake, but then again, she was an unusual undergraduate. At 5'0", 100lbs, she had C cup breasts which looked huge on her petite frame. She had curly dark hair that fell in ringlets around her shoulders, and cold green-grey eyes. Full, pouty lips that came from her Mediterranean heritage on her mother's side covered the rows of perfect white teeth she had inherited from her father. She was, in short, quite striking to begin with, so she didn't have to dress in a particularly slutty manner to attract male attention. Sometimes, however, she did so anyway. Today was one of those days. She wore a small white sundress that almost showed her ass in the back and had a plunging neckline that clearly showed that she was not wearing a bra. Her large brown nipples were visible to anyone who cast a second glance at her chest. She finished off the look with a pair of matching white heels that gave her an extra three inches in height. Although she was pleased with her appearance overall, Lauren was a bit sensitive about her height. Lauren's first stop of the day was a bagel shop near campus where she was hoping to run into Jeremy, a security guard in his mid-forties who she fucked on a semi-regular basis. As luck would have it, he was there, sitting alone in a booth and reading a paper while he sipped on his morning coffee. "Good morning, Lauren!" he said as she slid onto the bench next to him holding her own cup, "how are you this morning?" "Stressed! I've got a final on Thursday, so I got up early this morning to study." "So you just came by here to get coffee?" The handsome black security guard cast a sidelong glance down her dress, taking in the sight of her beautiful brown nipples. "Well," said Lauren, noticing his gaze and running one hand up his leg, "I was hoping you might be able to show me the back seat of your car like you promised." "Not today honey," said Jeremy, feeling his cock start to grow as Lauren ran her hand up his thigh, "I've got to get out of here in five minutes. Got work to do." "It that all the time we've got?" Lauren pretended to pout. "'Fraid so, hon." "That sounds like a challenge to me," she said, smiling up at him while she undid his belt under the table. "You're crazy," he whispered, "someone's going to see!" "You want me to stop?" "Did I say that?" "Didn't think so." She unzipped his fly and fished around in his pants until she managed to pull out his rapidly hardening eight-inch cock. She brought her hand up to her face for a moment, smiled at him, and spat on it. Then she returned it under the table and began to jerk him off. "You like having little college girls jerk your cock?" she asked him, playing with his balls for a moment. Her petite hand barely spanned the circumference of his mammoth member. But what she lacked in surface area contact, she made up for with pure verbal filth. "I'd love to be on my knees under that table right now," she whispered, teasing the sensitive underside of his cockhead, "sticking that monster down my throat." "Oh god that's good," whispered Jeremy, looking around nervously to make sure no one was watching them. "I'd let you cum in my mouth, or on my face -- wherever you want," she said, spitting on her hand again before she continued to stroke him, "you could blow your load on my titties, too." She started to stroke him harder and faster, smiling up at him from beside him in the booth. "Cum for me, big boy," she whispered, "cum for your little girl, daddy." Her last line sent Jeremy over the edge. He fell forward with a gasp, and Lauren heard the distinct plop of his first shot of semen hitting the tiled floor below the booth. She slowly milked the rest of the cum out of his cock, letting it drip to the floor, before she pulled a pack of tissues from her purse and wiped his cock and her fingers clean. Then she helped him pack his not-yet-quite-soft member back into his pants, and gave him a kiss after sliding out of the booth to let him leave. "Have a good day," she said. "You too, Lauren." "Next time, the back seat." "I promise." Lauren slowly finished her coffee as she watched Jeremy's car drive by the front window of the store. She was pleased with herself. It was only 6:00AM, and she had already made a man cum! She broke out her daily planner and looked at her schedule for the next week: there was the big exam on Thursday (in Statics and Dynamics), Prof. Morgan's office hours on Wednesday, her date with Karl on Tuesday, and a hair appointment on Friday. She hoped she could get enough studying in before Thursday, what with all the fucking she planned to do in the meantime. The very thought made her horny. She took out her textbook to work through a few problems, but just couldn't concentrate. She decided to give up for the time being and head to campus. It was getting near 7 am as she walked through the neighborhood on the way to campus. It was a beautiful summer morning. Children were eating breakfast before school, mothers were fixing lunches and getting ready for work, and fathers were out picking up the morning paper. Lauren caught the eye of one particular dad, who stood in his bathrobe at the end of his driveway. "Hi!" he called as she passed, "beautiful morning, isn't it!" "It sure is," she said, and stopped for a moment in front of him. He was tall, and handsome too. "Are you a student?" he asked, standing there with his robe half open and the newspaper in his hand, clearly admiring the young co-ed standing in front of him. "Yeah." "On your way to campus?" "Yes," said Lauren, who suddenly had an idea, "but I have a problem." "Oh?" said the family man, listening attentively. "My ankle hurts," she said, pointing to her right leg, "and I stupidly decided to wear these shoes today! What was I thinking?" "When do you have to be in class?" he asked her, looking concernedly at her ankle. "In an hour," she said, "but I don't think I'm going to make it at this rate." "Well," he said, turning to look back at his house for a moment, "if you can wait five minutes for me to get ready, I'd be happy to drive you in to campus. I'm headed that way myself." "Really?" "Sure. Just wait out here for a second." Lauren experienced the fastest five minutes of her life. In what seemed like a mere second, the man disappeared into the house, then reappeared in a car at the end of the driveway where Lauren was waiting. He was unshaven, but wearing a pressed shirt and tie. "Get on in," he said, when he had backed the car down the driveway, "my name's Dave by the way." "Hi Dave, I'm Lauren," she said, after she had climbed into the passenger side. "Does your wife know that you're giving me a ride?" she asked innocently as they pulled out of the driveway. "I didn't think to tell her," he said, eyeing her lustfully. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her," Lauren said, adjusting her dress, which had ridden up almost to her white thong panties. "So where exactly is your class?" "Turner hall. But we don't have to go there just yet." "Where would you like to go instead?" "Hmm," said Lauren, looking at him with her big green-grey eyes, "do you know a place around here where we could be alone for a little while? I've got another problem I think you could help me with." Dave turned bright red. "There's a park just up the road." "That'll work." They drove on in silence for about a minute or so. The sexual tension in the air was incredible. Lauren loved this part more than anything: the man knew what was coming, but he didn't know how exactly how it was going to play out. The same was true for her. "How's this?" he asked, pulling into a deserted parking lot near the park. "Perfect," she said, unbuckling her seatbelt, "now you can help me with my other problem." "And that would be?" "I need to ride a hard cock right now." "God I was hoping you were going to say something like that." She jumped up onto his lap and they started kissing each other hungrily. "I shouldn't be doing this," he said, pawing at her breasts, "but I want you so bad." "If you think you shouldn't, don't," she said, feeling the bulge in his pants and trying to gauge his size. He seemed like he might be on the larger side. "Nevermind, let's just do it!" he said, playing with her nice round nipples until she began to moan. She had his belt open, his fly down and his cock out now, and was stroking it with one hand while she sat on his lap. The two continued to kiss for moment, until Lauren broke the kiss and lowered her knees to the passenger seat. Then she bent down and began to take his cock in her mouth, stroking it with one hand and cupping his balls in the other. Dave couldn't believe that this petite curly-haired co-ed was swallowing almost his entire dick. He did everything he had to not to blow his load in her sweet mouth. After all, she'd said she wanted to ride his cock, and he didn't want to disappoint her. He imagined how tight her pussy must be. "Will you do me a favor?" said Lauren, taking his cock out of her mouth and looking up at him for a moment. "Sure." "Would you spank my ass while I go down on you?" "L-like this?" he stammered, almost out of his mind with lust. He gently tapped her ass with his right hand. "Harder." He smacked her a bit harder. "Harder!" she said, "I love being spanked while I give head." She returned to his cock with renewed gusto, running her full lips up and down its length as he spanked her ass with increasing abandon. Finally he started really getting into it, and Lauren began to moan on his cock as each blow hit. This sent vibrations through his cock that felt incredible. The sight of the young co-ed slurping on his cock, combined with the amazing feeling of spanking her young, supple ass, finally sent him over the edge. His hips bucked upward toward her mouth as he unleashed a torrent of cum. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit," he said as he sprayed the inside of her mouth. Lauren, a practiced cocksucker, had anticipated this contingency and prepared herself to swallow. She devoured the first half of his load, then collected the second half on her tongue. Looking up at him, she opened her mouth to show him his load before swallowing it. Then she smiled. "God, I'm sorry," said Dave, "I really wanted to fuck that little pussy of yours." "Maybe you still can," she said, "do you think you'd be up to it?" "Shit," said Dave, looking at her beautiful upturned ass which had turned light pink from the spanking, "I sure hope so." She slipped out of her thong panties and put them in her purse, then she got on her hand and knees again and stretched across his lap. She didn't fit quite all the way because the door was closed, but her pussy touched his right pants leg, and he had quite a wonderful view of her ass. He reached down and pushed her sun dress up onto her back so that only her naked ass was visible. "Why don't you just spank me until you get hard again?" she asked. He didn't reply. Instead, he began to spank her again, gently at first, first one cheek than the other, and finally with more and more vigor. "Oh yeah," she moaned, "I've been a bad girl." "You naughty girl," he said, feeling his cock start to come back to life, "you little slut, seducing a married man, a complete stranger." "Oh please spank me," she moaned, "I'm a bad little girl." "You like this spanking, don't you you little slut?" "Oh yes," she moaned. She was getting more and more turned on by the wonderful combination of blows he gave her. Some were so deliciously close to her pussy that she felt waves of pleasure shoot through her entire body. "Spank me, spank me!" "Oh yes," he said, dipping a finger into her pussy and finding it wet, "you like this don't you?" "I love it!" "You want my cock you little slut?" "Yes please," she moaned as he fingered her, "but use a condom. They're in my purse." He grabbed her small purse with one hand and spanked her with the other. Inside it he found a pack of condoms and some lube. "Hand them to me," she said, "I'll open one." She could feel his rising cock poking into her stomach as she expertly opened the condom wrapper with her fingernails. Then she got back onto her knees and took his hardening cock into her mouth, fondling his balls with one hand and supporting herself with the other, until his rod was hard once again. Then she took the condom out of its wrapper and slowly unwrapped it along the length of his shaft. In the meantime, he slipped first one, then two fingers into her pussy. The advantage of being so petite, Lauren knew, was that even cocks which were on the smaller side seemed big once they were inside her. Dave's cock was probably just above average, she guessed, and would definitely do the trick she needed it to do. Of course, being petite meant that really big cocks felt even bigger, and Lauren liked that quite a bit too. Once the condom was securely in place, Dave reached down and released the seat so he was lying on his back in the car. Lauren straddled him, slowly lowering herself onto his shaft. He savored the tightness of her cunt. Even though he was wearing a condom, he could tell that Lauren had the tightest pussy he had ever been in. A spectator on the outside of the car would have seen Lauren, a petite, curly-haired girl of 20, red-faced, c-cup breasts hanging out of the front of her sundress, bouncing up and down with a joyous smile on her face. This was the view that Dave had as well, except Dave was also treated to the sight of his cock, rendered enormous through contrast with Lauren's tiny body, move into and out of her meticulously groomed pussy. "Oh yes," he panted, "ride that cock you slut." "It feels so big and hard," Lauren exclaimed playfully, tweaking her own nipples as she approached orgasm. She prided herself on knowing just what to say to turn men on. "Oh god, it's so BIG!" "Fuck yes," said Dave, reaching behind her and grabbing her ass, "you love this cock, don't you slut?" "Yes, I love it!" "Tell me to fuck you." "Fuck me! Use my pussy! You own it!" "Cum for me slut, " Dave panted, "cum on this cock." "CUMMING!" Lauren yelled, and she did. Her pussy clamped down on his cock so tightly that he had to wait a moment before he could move it again. Then he slowly started moving it in and out once again, or, rather, moving Lauren up and down on his cock, as if masturbating with her entire body. "Oh yes," she exclaimed, "I want you to shoot a big fucking load for me. Can you do that, Dave?" "Shit yes," he said, smacking her ass as he started to fuck her faster once more. "Can you shoot a big load in my little pussy?" "God yes," said Dave, imagining for a moment the ecstasy he would be in had he not been wearing a condom. He knew he wouldn't have lasted more than 15 seconds in her pussy without one, even after the blowjob. "Give me that cum." He grunted in reply, and felt a wave of pleasure overcome him as he emptied an enormous load into the condom. Lauren felt the twitching in his member slowly subside, and then she pulled herself off him, careful to make sure the condom stayed in place. Dave pulled the cum-filled condom off of his cock, opened the door, and threw it onto the pavement. They cleaned themselves off with the kleenex in Lauren's purse and then sped off in the direction of campus. "You are an incredible lay," said Dave as she got out of his car on the street near the library. "Thanks, Dave." Lauren flashed him a smile, then turned to walk towards Turner Hall, her sundress lifting ever so slightly every time the wind gusted. She spent the rest of the morning in classes, and the afternoon studying for her final. But by that night, she was ready to take a break. She got on the bus and headed home. Back home, she played back the events of the morning in her head. It had been fun jerking off Jeremy under the table at the bagel place, and she had really enjoyed going down on Dave in the car. But she still hadn't been fucked that day, at least not like she needed to be. Riding Dave's cock had been great, but he didn't last long enough to really give her the release she needed. Too tired to go back out on the prowl, she settled for the big black dildo she kept next to her bed. At 10 inches in length and more than five inches in diameter, it was bigger than almost any man she had ever been with, save for the time she had been pleasantly surprised by a polish foreign exchange student named Jacek, who had skewered her on his massive 11" cock for nearly an hour one night in the dorms. It had taken him more than five minutes to work the head into her petite pussy. As she slowly fucked herself to sleep with the black dildo, she thought back to that night with Jacek, and how he had called her filthy names in an adorable accent while she came in at least seven different positions on his rock hard monster cock. By the time she reached a climax, she was moaning his name into her pillow. "One thing is certain," Lauren thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep, "tomorrow I need to find a really big cock." End of Monday. Author's note: I intend to continue Lauren's adventures in further installments, and appreciate your feedback, either in the public comments below, or in anonymous messages to me. A Week in the Life of a Slut: Ch. 02 Lauren awoke a little later than usual. It was already 7:00 by the time she got out of the shower, and she had to be at campus by 7:30. She would have to take the bus. Today, because it was a little bit cooler, she dressed in a slightly more modest outfit, though it still showed off her voluptuous 20-year-old body. She wore low-rise jeans with a black and pink thong that was clearly visible from behind whenever her shirt rode up in the back. Her shirt was low-cut in front, offering a generous view of her 34 C breasts, which looked positively enormous on her petite frame. She wore a black and pink bra that matched her panties and pushed her breasts up nicely. The bus was crowded as usual, and Lauren had to stand. Unfortunately, she was not wearing her heels today, so her diminutive size (she was 5'0") made it nearly impossible for her to grab the overhead handles on the bus. As the bus lurched into motion, she grabbed a nearby backpack to steady herself. The backpack's owner turned briefly to look over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of her cleavage and curly brown hair. "Hi," said Lauren, "I can't reach the handles." "Oh," said the man, whose age Lauren judged at around 30, "go ahead and hold on then." The bus slowly emptied as it rolled towards the heart of campus. Finally, enough students had cleared out to allow Lauren to take a seat, right next to the man whose backpack she had been holding onto. She was pleased when she saw that he was slim, well dressed and had dreamy brown eyes. Her eyes darted involuntarily down to his trousers. She wondered what he might be packing down there. She decided she was going to try and find out. "Thanks for letting me hold on," she smiled up at him. "Oh, no problem," he said, looking directly down her shirt. "My name's Lauren." "Michael." He awkwardly reached down to shake her hand as the bus went over a bump, and almost fell on top of her. When he had recovered himself, Lauren said: "Why don't you just sit next to me for a minute?" The seat next to her was now vacant as well. "Ok," he said, sheepishly, lowering himself to the seat beside her and shifting his backpack to his lap. "Michael," she said, looking into his eyes, "I have a question for you. It might seem a little forward since we don't know each other." "Ok." "How tall are you?" "About 6'3"." "I see." "Why do you ask?" "Well," she said, "you know the old saying that the taller the guy, the bigger his ..." "Yeah, I've heard it before." "So I was just wondering if it applied to you," giggled Lauren. "Um," said Michael, casting another quick glance down her shirt, "I guess it does." "Really," said Lauren flirtatiously, "and to what extent does it apply?" "Well," Michael was feeling a little shy now, "I guess it applies pretty well." Lauren scooted closer to him and put a hand on his leg. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "I'd like to see if I can fit it in my mouth." Michael felt his cock, which was indeed on the larger side, start to twitch in his pants. At this rate, he wasn't going to be able to stand up and get off the bus without creating a scene. "Um, sure, ok," he stammered. "Where can we do it?" "Uh, I have an office in the library." "Perfect. I have class now but I'll meet you there in an hour." "It's room 3234." She pulled out a pen and wrote the office number on the back of her hand. "See you then," she said, and got off the bus and went to class. During the entire biology lecture, Lauren's mind was on cocksucking. She imagined what Michael's tool might look like. Would he be circumcised? Uncircumcised? Thick? On the thinner side? Would it curve up? Down? To the side? Just how big was he, anyway? She was the only girl she knew who thought about these things. One of the things that she loved so much about being a slut was encountering so many different types of cocks. Even though she had to admit that she was something of a size queen, pretty much any cock felt huge to her once it was in her pussy, and she loved the variety that came with fucking different guys. Some cocks were great for deepthroating, others for fucking; still others felt good in her ass, though she saved that particular act only for her most special acquaintances. As she daydreamed in the lecture hall, Lauren sketched a large, vein-covered phallus in her notebook. She had seen enough in her day to be able to work from memory. At the base of the shaft, she sketched two plump, slightly hairy testicles covered by a visibly taut scrotum. The pair of balls seemed full almost to the bursting point. She had succeeded so well in portraying the phallus, that, like the artist in ancient Greece whose rendering of grapes was so life-like that it was pecked by birds, Lauren's drawing was so realistic it began to arouse its artist, and her pussy began to moisten as she looked at the two cum-filled balls she had drawn. "If you're looking for something like that, I think I could help you out," a voice whispered in her ear. She covered her drawing with both hands and whipped her head around to see a pimply-faced frat boy type in a white hat leering at her. "In your dreams," she said, loud enough for the entire row of students to hear her, "I only fuck men, not boys." The student turned bright red and sank back into his seat. Lauren met the gaze of several students, her eyes cold in their resolve. After a brief, tense, moment, punctuated with a flurry of whispers, everyone turned back to the lecture. Ten minutes later, class was over, and Lauren was on her way to the library. When she arrived on the third floor and knocked on the office door, Michael opened it with a worried look on his face. "We've got a problem," he said as she followed him inside. "Oh?" "My officemate, Tim is here, even though he usually works from home on Tuesdays. He went to the bathroom but he'll be back any minute." Lauren thought for a moment. "Do you think Tim would like to join us?" "I – I – I don't know. I'm not even sure what you have in mind." Just then, the office door opened, and in walked Tim, another man in his late 20s or early thirties with brown hair, an athletic build (though he had a slight paunch) and a wedding ring on his finger. "Hi Tim," said Lauren, shaking his hand, "my name is Lauren." "Uh, hi Lauren, are you one of Michael's students?" "Not exactly. I met Michael on the bus this morning." "Ok," said Tim, clearly not sure what was going on, "do you need to talk to him alone or something?" "That depends," said Lauren, smiling at Tim mischievously. "On what?" "On whether you'd like me to suck your cock," she glanced down at his wedding ring. "Michael, you're ok with this?" Michael shrugged. "Why not," he said, "I barely know her myself." "Damn," said Tim, pausing for a moment, "fuck it, let's do it." "I'm glad to hear you say that," said Lauren, "let me tell you some ground rules." "Ok," said both men, almost in unison. "I'm going to make both of you cum, as many times as you can, in the next half hour or so. I have an appointment at 12:00, so we can't go much longer than that." "Fine with me," said Michael, "I teach at 12 anyway." "Good," Lauren continued, "next: you can cum in my mouth, or on my chest, but please not on my face, because I don't want you to miss and get it in my hair. I've got more things to do today, and I don't have time to go home and shower. Is that clear?" "Perfectly," said Tim. "Yep," said Michael. "Next," said Lauren, pulling out her purse, "you may fuck my pussy if you want, but I ask that you use a condom. I've got a few of them in here." "Roger," said Michael. "Got it," said Tim, who was already stroking his cock through his pants. "Finally," said Lauren, "my ass is off limits today. If we have a really good time, I might let you fuck it in the future, but I want to get to know you first." "Sure," said Michael. "No problem," said Tim. "Ok guys. Let's get started. Feel free to be as rough with me as you like. There's nothing I like more than being treated like a slut by a pair of big-dicked guys." With that, Lauren took two volumes of academic journals from one of the office tables, and put her school bag on top of them so she would have a good place to kneel. If she knelt on her own she would be too short to reach the mens' cocks. After she was on her knees, she gestured for the two men to come closer. "Get those cocks out, guys," she said, smiling up at them. Michael unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxer briefs to reveal a wonderful, thick cock that appeared to be around nine inches in length. It dangled down in front of her face, but nevertheless appeared fully erect. She put the head in her mouth and grabbed the balls, as she saw Tim unleash his own prick out of the corner of her eye. Tim's prick was smaller, perhaps around six inches, but still nice and thick. Its upward curve was particularly aesthetically appealing, and Lauren knew it would probably hit her G-spot just right. She reached out and stroked Tim's balls with one hand while she kissed the underside of Michael's shaft. The two men looked down on a beautiful sight: a petite coed with a marvelous rack, on her knees with a cock in each hand. They glanced at each other with the expressions of two young boys who had happened onto a stash of fireworks or candy. "Mmmm," moaned Lauren, who had succeeded in getting the first few inches of Michael's cock into her small mouth. Michael couldn't believe what was happening to him. As a graduate student teaching assistant, he regularly lusted after the coeds in his classes, but had never gotten up the nerve to approach any of them. Now, a girl who looked like she could have been one of his students was giving him what could easily be the best blowjob of his life. Lauren pulled his shaft back out of her mouth and stroked it in one hand. It was time to pay a little attention to Tim. She looked up at Tim and smiled at him, kissing the head of his cock. "Do you think your wife will mind?" she teased. "We have an agreement," he said, "don't ask, don't tell." "Well ok, then," she said, taking his cock between her full lips and letting out a low moan. "God she's a slut," said Michael. "Mmm hmm," moaned Lauren enthusiastically, moving Tim's cock in and out of her mouth. She removed it for a moment to look up at the two men while she stroked their cocks, "remember what I said? I want you guys to treat me like a slut." "Yes ma'am," said Tim, unthreading his belt from his pants even as Lauren returned to sucking his cock, and grabbing the buckle in one hand so that the end with the holes dangled down close to Lauren's ass. Michael understood what Tim had in mind. "You're going to spank this slut's ass, aren't you?" "Sure am," he replied, drawing the belt back expertly and letting it crack down on her butt, which was still covered in jeans. She felt a delicious sting from the belt's impact, and rewarded Tim by groaning on his cock. "Let's get this slut undressed," said Michael, moving behind Lauren for a moment and reaching down to unbutton her pants. Tim picked her up from the front, holding her under her arms, while Michael peeled her jeans and her thong down to her ankles. While Tim supported her, Michael spanked her ass a few times. She cried out in pleasure, and wondered if anyone browsing the library shelves outside could hear her. "That's it, spank my ass." "Get this cock back in your mouth," ordered Tim, who lowered her back to her knees and slapped his cock onto her cheek. Lauren was all too happy to comply. Meanwhile, Michael continued to spank Lauren, pausing intermittently to rub a finger across her pussy. "This slut is nice and wet," he said, pushing a single finger inside her, "and tight as hell, I might add." Michael stroked his cock with one hand, keeping it hard while he pleasured Lauren's pussy, continuing to spank her in an irregular rhythm. In the meantime, she was chocking on Tim's cock, which, though smaller than Michael's, nevertheless fit down her throat. Tim grabbed a handful of her curly hair in one hand while he savored the attention she was giving his cock. His wife had never sucked his dick with this much gusto. He could tell that Lauren was doing something that she truly loved. "God," said Tim, "I'm gonna cum." Lauren took his cock out of her mouth for a moment and looked up at him while she stroked it. "Cum for me. Shoot your load in my slutty mouth." She opened her mouth and jerked his cock towards it, so that he would be able to watch the semen squirt from the tip and enter her mouth. At the same time, she flicked her tongue under the tip of his dick. This sent him over the edge in mere seconds, and he came in several enormous spurts that filled her petite mouth with creamy liquid. Try as she might, she could not hold all of it in her mouth, and she dribbled some down her chin and into her cleavage. She swallowed, then looked down hastily at her shirt to make sure it had not been stained with semen. To her relief, it was clean. "Let me take this off so it doesn't get messed up," she said, pulling the low-cut t-shirt over her head and exposing her ample bosom in the process. Michael, who was still behind her stroking his cock, unhooked her bra with one hand and freed her beautiful tits. He proceeded to fondle her nipples, causing her to get even wetter. "God, you're driving me crazy," she said, "are you going to go ahead and give me that cock or what?" "Come and get it," said Michael. She turned to face him, still on her knees, and grabbed has shaft with both hands, pushing it into her mouth. It was so thick she could only fit about the first forth of his length, but she tried to make up for it by using her hands, which couldn't even span the circumference of his member. "Mmm," she moaned, as she felt Tim fondling her pussy from behind. She took Michael's cock out of her mouth for a moment. "Michael, I need you to fuck me now." Michael pulled out a condom from her purse and struggled with the wrapper for a moment. "Let me do it," said Lauren, "I have experience." "I bet you do!" laughed Tim, who was slowly stroking his cock. Lauren deftly opened the condom wrapper and placed it on the tip of Michael's cock. Then she slowly peeled it down his shaft while she licked and sucked on his enormous balls. "It barely fits!" she exclaimed, "I should have brought some magnums today!" "Don't worry baby," said Michael, "It's gonna fit one way or another." After a few more seconds, the condom was in place, and Lauren admired the large erect phallus that was going to enter her petite pussy. She'd had bigger, but not often. She quickly removed her shoes and stripped her jeans and panties off her legs. She was now completely naked. To her surprise, Michael picked her up with both hands and placed her on one of the desks so that she was lying on her back across it. He spread her legs apart and placed the head of his enormous cock at the entrance to her pussy. "Oh yes, take that pussy," she moaned in encouragement. He rubbed his cockhead back and forth across her clit. "God you're driving me crazy," she said, "beat my pussy with that cock. Fucking take it!" He smacked his cock down on her clit, causing her to gasp in pleasure, then he started pushing his way into her tight tunnel. At the same time, Tim came around the other side of the table, and rubbed his cock against her forehead. She scooted forward a bit so that her head hung down on the other end of the table, allowing her to suck on Tim's balls while Michael slowly worked his massive cock into her pussy. "God it's so BIG," she moaned. "You're going to take it all you little slut," groan Michael, struggling to push it the rest of the way inside her. "Make me take it!" "You're going to take this cock too," said Tim, pushing his prick up to her mouth. She opened wide for him and moaned as she felt his cockhead touch the back of her throat. Suddenly, Michael pushed through the final bit of resistance, filling her completely with his giant cock. Lauren moaned in excitement. In the meantime, she was chocking on Tim's cock as her fucked her throat. "Suck this cock you little slut." Michael pulled his shaft out of her pussy once more, and then began to fuck her with long, slow strokes. Each time, it felt as if she was being filled to an impossible extent. Not only did he hit her g-spot, he hit every single nerve on the inside of her pussy, and his pelvis banged wonderfully against her clit with each stroke. She knew he was going to make her cum soon. "That's it," she said, removing Tim's cock from her mouth for a moment, "give me that cock. God I need it." Michael began to speed up, slamming her into the table with each stroke. Tim could feel each stroke as well, through the vibrations that travelled through Lauren's petite body. As Michael increased the speed of his strokes, Lauren came closer and closer to cumming, moaning on Tim's cock all the while. Finally, she exploded in a massive orgasm that caused her toes to curl and left her trembling from head to foot. She was in such ecstasy that she had to stop sucking Tim's cock for a moment so she could take in deep breaths of air. "God," she said when she had caught her breath again, "I needed that so bad." "I know you did you slut," said Michael, "and now you're going to make me cum." "'Yeah," said Lauren, "I've got an idea for that. Why don't you take that condom off and get that cock up here. I want to suck it again." Michael peeled the condom off his gigantic cock and came around the table to stand next to Tim. "Guys, I changed my mind," said Lauren, lying on her back and looking up at the two men stroking their cocks above her, "I want you to coat my slutty face with your cum. I want to show everyone what a slut I really am." Michael slapped his dick down across her lips, and Tim moved around to the side of the table, where he rubbed the head of the cock across her nipples, making her moan. At the same time, he reached down and fondled her clit, slipping a finger or two into her pussy. "You love this cock, don't you, slut?" Michael said, running its length along her mouth. She opened wide and stuck out her tongue, tasting the underside of his shaft and then his balls. "Tell me you want my cum," said Michael, stroking his own cock as Lauren licked his balls. "I want you to jerk your big cock off all over my face. I want to be covered in your cum." The sight of the lovely coed on her back saying such filthy things brought Michael to the point of no return. He grabbed the tip of his cock and stroked down its length as he aimed it at Lauren's face. She closed her eyes and smiled in anticipation as his first spurt shot across the length of her body, down past her tits to her belly button. The next spurts were better-aimed and landed squarely on her face, coating both her eyes, cheeks and mouth. "Your turn, Tim," Lauren said, her eyes closed and face coated in cum, "dump that load right on my face. Give me a fucking cum bath." Tim stared at her luscious tits as he jerked his cock. "You ready for this load, slut?" "Hell yes." "Here it comes!" Tim's penis twitched as he unleashed a load even bigger than the one he had shot into her mouth. Rope after rope of cum crisscrossed her face, landing on her lips, hair, eyes and chest. When he had finished, he squeezed out the last drop of cum onto her chin. "How do I look boys?" "Like an absolute slut." "That's good," said Lauren, "now I'm going to prove to you just how slutty I am. But first, you can take some pictures if you want." A Week in the Life of a Slut: Ch. 02 Michael rifled through his bag to find his camera phone, then took several pictures of the cum covered coed. She posed for the camera, first with her face totally covered, and then in various stages, as she pulled the ropes of cum from her eyes and swallowed them, licking her fingers clean. Finally, she was able to see again, and began to slip into her clothes hastily. "I have to hurry or it will dry," she explained as she buttoned up her jeans, tied her sneakers and pulled her top back over her head. She stuffed her bra into her purse, and headed towards the door, most of her face still covered in cum. "What are you doing? Do you want a tissue?" offered Tim. "No thanks," said Lauren smiling, "I'm going to go to the ladies restroom down the hall and clean off." "But you have to..." "Walk through the quiet study area? I know," said Lauren, savoring the deliciously debauched quality of what she had planned. "Damn," said Michael, "it's a quarter to 12 and I only got to cum once." "Tell you what," said Lauren, with her hand on the doorknob, "for a cock that big, I'll come back and say hi again sometime. I know where to find you." She blew the two men a kiss goodbye and walked out into the library, past the stacks of books directly outside the office and straight through the quiet study area, which was filled with tables of students cramming for finals. As she entered the room, no one noticed at first, but then one person after another started pointing at her and whispering to their neighbors. By the time she had reached the other end of the room where the women's restroom was located, a crescendo of whispering swelled in the room like the sound of cicadas in summer. "Cum." "Slut." "Whore." These were some of the words that rose to her ears through the fuzzy din of whispers. She pushed open the door to the ladies restroom and walked up to the sink. A woman stood at one of the sinks inspecting her makeup. Her jaw dropped involuntarily as it dawned on her what was on Lauren's face. "Jealous?" asked Lauren, smiling at her in the mirror. The woman said nothing, but made a disgusted look, grabbed her purse from the counter, turned quickly and then strode out of the restroom. Lauren washed her face in the sink, then used wet paper towels to get the cum out of her hair. Then she walked back through the quiet study area and out of the library as if nothing had happened. *** "Lauren, you will never have any close relationships with women," said Karl, reclining in the armchair in his study, "at least not with women you're not related to." She had just finished telling him about her exploits of the past two days. "This picture," he said, holding the penis drawing she had made during lecture, "proves it. If we had more time, I could demonstrate to you that this is – on many levels both figurative and literal – an illustration of what Lacan called 'The Signification of the Phallus.' Did you know that we met once, in 1969? It was after a lecture I gave in Paris." "I've heard that one before," she said, from the loveseat across from him, sipping the dessert wine Karl had provided after a sumptuous dinner of perch in cilantro-caper cream sauce on mixed greens. There had been panna cotta for dessert. "Of course, of course," continued Karl. Karl was a widower in his sixties who Lauren had been seeing off and on for he past two years. He lived in a large house on the outskirts of town where he surrounded himself with old books, vintage wines and Victorian erotica. He had Lauren over almost every week for dinner and to hear about her life as a slut. "I guess my point is, if you keep fucking all of their boyfriends and husbands, you're going to get what's coming to you someday. A slut as unruly as you is bound to get her comeuppance." "Doubtful," said Lauren, grinning, "after all, I've got you to keep me in line." "I guess you're right," chuckled Karl, "speaking of that, would you like to get ready now?" "Sure thing," said Lauren, finishing off her wine, "I'll be right back." She grabbed her bag and went to the bathroom off the kitchen to change clothes for their weekly role-play. Karl, a retired prep school teacher, liked her to dress up like a schoolgirl for him. Their usual encounter consisted of Lauren being spanked across his knee or over a chair, and then getting him off in some way. Karl had enough imagination to make what might have turned into a tedious ritual a fresh, fun encounter between sexual equals. The only problem was that he liked to analyze the entire process. When she emerged from the bathroom, Lauren presented a sight that would have made any heterosexual man's cock spring to attention: a plaid skirt hugged her tight ass in the back, scarcely covering a pair of plain white cotton panties, and a white button-down shirt barely contained her breasts. She wore white stockings and black and white mary janes. Perhaps best of all, her curly dark hair was tied back with pink ribbon into two pigtails. "Daddy, I'm home," she called as she walked back into the study. "So you are, young lady," said Karl, still sipping his drink in the chair, "do you have anything to tell me about what you did today at the university?" "No daddy, why?" asked Lauren innocently. "Well, I heard a rumor that you behaved very naughtily today." "I don't know what you're talking about, daddy!" said Lauren, sitting on his lap and giving him her best innocent look, "I just studied with my friends Michael and Tim." "I heard something else entirely about what you did with Michael and Tim. I heard that you sucked their cocks, then let them fuck you and cum on your face." "Daddy, that's not true!" protested Lauren, "Michael fucked me, but I only sucked Tim off. Twice." "So you admit it," said Karl, giving her a stern look, "you know what that means." "You'll have to punish me?" "That's right, sweetheart." Lauren squirmed in his lap for a moment so he could feel her supple young body against his legs. "Shall I lay across your lap, daddy?" Karl paused for a moment. "Yes. But first I want you to bring me the paddle. You know where it is." "The paddle? Really daddy? Can't you use your hand instead? I promise to be good." "Young lady," said Karl, "this is quite a serious infraction. You let two men cum on your face, and then paraded through a quiet library study hall like the most brazen kind of slut. I simply cannot let this behavior stand without severe punishment." Lauren gave him a pouty look, then jumped off his lap and walked across the room to a large oak cabinet where the paddle was kept. She removed it from its hook on the inside of the cabinet door, then closed the door and brought it over to Karl. He took it from her, and paused for a moment admiring its finish, running his fingers across it thoughtfully. "I carved it myself from ash in my workshop out back. Drilled the holes – I think there're a dozen in all – beveled them, sanded and finished it. Took my time on it too. Must have taken me a week, even though I could have finished it in a couple hours if I'd wanted to. Olivia loved it. She'd request it on special occasions like her birthday or our wedding anniversary. Why I remember one time, must have been in '78 or '79 –" "Daddy," said Lauren, slightly annoyed, "are you still in character?" "Oh yes. Of course," said Karl, putting the stern look back on his face, "now get over my knee, young lady." "Really daddy? Isn't there some other way you could punish me?" "I'm afraid not." Lauren spread herself over his knee. He took a moment to savor the sight of the twenty-year-old coed's perfect bottom, the upper portion covered in the plaid skirt, the lower portion covered in white cotton panties. He whipped the paddle through the air several times as a kind of warm up. Lauren winced a little every time she heard the whistling sound made by the air through the paddle holes. "Daddy, are you sure you want to do this?" "Quite sure, young lady. I'm going to give you 10 strokes in all, and you're going to count each one. Is that clear." "Yes daddy." His first stroke caught her by surprise. "Ouch!" "Aren't you forgetting something?" said Karl, relishing the sight of the coed wriggling on his lap. "One." "That's better." He brought the paddle back once more, and let it hang in the air for a moment before delivering the next blow. "Two!" moaned Lauren, and felt a warm glow begin to spread across her ass and pussy. "I think we'll need to take your panties down for the rest, now that you're warmed up," said Karl, reaching under the waistband of her underwear and pulling down her panties to reveal her pussy, outlined by sparse, carefully-trimmed hair. He took a moment to work a finger into it, and ascertained that it was beginning to get wet. "Three!" she said, as his third blow finally fell, leaving a big red mark with white holes across her buttocks. "Four!" "Five!" Lauren felt tears come to her eyes, even as her pussy started to burn with pleasure. There was nothing like a good paddling to get a slut like her turned on. Karl lowered the paddle for a moment to caress the lips of her pussy, flicking a finger across her clit. "Oh daddy," she groaned, "you're driving me crazy!" "You have the most wonderful labia. Did you know that's latin for 'lip'? To be more correct I should use the plural and say 'you have the most wonderful labiae.' First declension, I believe. Labia, labiae, labiam, etc. We can look it up if you want." "No, daddy," said Lauren, squirming in frustration on his lap, "I want you to spank me." "Well then." He raised the paddle once more and brought it down across her buttocks. "Six!" "Seven!" she moaned, and tears welled in the corner of her eyes. At the same time, her pussy burned. "Eight!" "Nine!" He paused again to rub her burning butt-cheeks with his hand, every once and a while reaching down into the folds of her pussy and drawing his hand across her wetness. She groaned with each stroke of his finger, and he knew from experience that she wouldn't last much longer at this rate. He pushed his thumb inside her, while he used his fore and middle fingers to massage her labia and clitoris. "Please, please, please let me cum, daddy!" she moaned as he brought her ever closer. He brought the paddle down once more with his free hand. It made a satisfying smack as it hit her flesh. "TEN!!!" she screamed as she came, tears of pleasure and pain streaming down her face. "Damn it that was amazing," she said, twisting off of his lap and dropping to her knees, "now let me take care of daddy." "Please do," he said, "and I hope you've learned your lesson this time." All she could do was moan, because his cock was already in her mouth. He looked down at the pigtailed coed bobbing up and down on his dick and sighed. He exchanged the paddle in his hand for the wineglass on the nearby table, and took a sip as he enjoyed Lauren's attentions. After a moment she looked up at him, her eyes still stained with tears. "Daddy?" "Yes dear?" "Would you fuck me?" "Of course dear!" He picked her up and helped her back onto his lap. They kissed passionately while she wrapped her hands around his hard cock, stroking it all the while. Then he lifted her up and lowered her onto his cock. It was a tight fit, but then again almost any cock would have been, and the paddling and subsequent orgasm had made her so wet that his shaft glided effortlessly into her. Karl was one of a select few who were allowed to fuck her without a condom. As she bounced on his cock, he admired her breasts, almost bursting out of the white button-down shirt. "Show daddy those titties, baby!" he said, and unbuttoned her shirt. With an expert flick of the fingers, her front-clasping bra was open as well, and her glorious tits bounced into his view. "My god," he said, her pussy clamped down tight on his cock somewhere under her plaid skirt, "I think you're going to make daddy cum." "Cum for me daddy," she moaned, "I'm a whore for your cock, daddy. Cum in my pussy." Karl was in heaven. As he shot his load deep into Lauren's pussy, he felt as if he could have died right then and there, and been fine with it. "If only Olivia had lived to see this!" he exclaimed, holding Lauren close to him as he slowly softened inside her. "On second thought, it's probably good that she didn't," he added after a moment. "I'm going to go get cleaned up, daddy," said Lauren, gently extricating herself from his arms. That night, she slept in the guest bedroom that Karl always kept ready for her. Her sleep was sound and satisfied. For the time being, she had no worries in the world. End of Tuesday. Author's note: Thank you for your encouraging comments on part one of the series. I welcome comments on this part as well, and suggestions for future installments.