0 comments/ 1884 views/ 0 favorites Slut Chonicles 01 By: jadewinchester There will be more, their stories will be told out of order. I have chosen to keep the number in case anyone wants to read them in the order they were experienced. ***** I slammed my palm into the steering wheel and let out a cry of frustration. I'd been in need all week, I'd lied about having a shift at work just to get the evening free. I had options, but I'd picked Joe. Paranoid, 7 minute Joe. 7 minutes of my life I'd wasted letting him fuck me. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I was in more need now than when I'd arrived. I pulled up my web browser on my phone and headed to Craigslist, casual encounters. Perhaps most would feel shameful but I had gotten over the stigma several hook-ups before. I was embracing my inner slut, I was discovering I had needs and I could seek out meeting them. I answered the very first ad, he advertised that it was critical it happen that night. I smiled as we exchanged a few emails. We exchanged names, ages, and a little about what we both wanted. Almost as though discussing a simple business transaction. We exchanged a few photos, body shots first. Once we both liked what we saw, we sent our face and then a few pantie shots for fun. Photos I once thought I'd never take in a million years. But he replied quickly with all the right things to make me blush. We discussed our likes, dislikes and even a safe-word; not that I ever used it. I never had an issue with a lover being too hard, my issue was that they were never aggressive enough. Seth texted me his address and I quickly typed into the GPS. Ferndale, at least a 20 minute drive. I grinned as I put my car into drive, challenge accepted. I texted him when I arrived and pulled up to the curb in front of his house. I saw his silhouette in the door frame, he was maybe an inch taller. He had a buzz cut and a complete beard with mustache but it was also short. Just a little more than stubble. I climbed out of my car, boots clacking against the cement. The evening had a slight chill, I shivered a little; dressing slutty wasn't always convenient. I wore my pink and black striped knee high socks with my knee high boots. Around my waist was a pink plaid school girl skirt that was held up by velcro. A online buy from a site that made them custom sized. I had my good bra on, lifting my breasts up for display in my black tank top. To complete my outfit was my black panties with little pink skulls on them, and they were soaked before I even made it to his porch. He had broad shoulders, a little muscle on his forearms which held tattoos of a hatchet man and a clown that looked to be made of flames, it matched his T-shirt. "It's the Jekyl brothers, represents the scales of balance, it's from...' "ICP," I finished. I'd recognized the picture instantly. "You down?" I laughed and shook my head. "My sister. I like a few of their songs but it's never really been my genre of music." He smiled as he openly stared me up and down. He held no shame in the fact that he was checking me out. Pictures were always nice, but it was nothing when the real thing was right in front of you. His intentions showed clearly on his face and the fact that I could cause that look in his eyes made me even wetter. It didn't really matter who Seth was, or what music he listened to, or anything else. At this moment he wanted me, I was the object of his desire and it felt amazing. He led me into his house, usually my nerves would be a little on end, but something about Seth's presence put me immediately at ease. He had something I wanted to the point it felt more like a need. I needed this strange man to claim my body like an animal in heat. The more I suppressed the urge the stronger it seemed to get. Seth's house was nice and warm temperature and he listed a name of drinks. I chose Pepsi. I knew if he were to kiss me later Pepsi always left a sweet aftertaste. I took a small sip and sat down on the couch he pointed to. He sat down beside me, close enough that his knee touched my thigh as he faced me. My heart was pounding, blood seemed to rush through my veins causing me to feel a little light headed. "You are sure that you want this? You can change your mind." "I am just a littler nervous," I confessed, "but I don't want to leave." Seth grinned, now having assured my permission. While messaging I had confessed I needed to be led. I was shy in person, but that didn't mean I wasn't interested. I wanted him to fuck me, not just sex, not make love, I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to grab me like a wild beast and take me. I opened up to this complete stranger and told him exactly what I wanted...what I craved and I had done so shamelessly. Seth took my drink and set it aside, just the brush of his fingers sent my heart skipping. The anticipation of what we were about to do was a pure rush of excitement and hormones. I turned my body slightly so that I faced him. There wasn't a moment where I could honestly doubt what he wanted from me. Once my drink touched the table he closed the distance between us, pulling one hand behind my head and the other around my waist as he pulled me into his body, into his lips where he kissed me hungrily. His body was warm, strong but soft and smelled faintly of Axe. Seth groaned and his mouth began to travel south, his teeth nibbling my neck. His left hand rubbed the inside of my thigh and my skin tingled, breath quickened. As he kissed and nibbled as his hand moved in between my legs, closer to their prized destination. I spread my legs, willing him to travel further. Seth didn't hesitate, his fingers wriggled beneath my panties and plunged them deep, catching me by surprise. I gasped, back arched as he wriggled his two fingers around to see how far he could reach into me. "You are so wet; you really wanted this, didn't you?" he asked, his voice now held a slight masculine growl to it. I flexed my hips against his hand, kissing his neck now as he slowly started to move his fingers in and out of me. "You have no idea," I moaned. I reached out to his groin and was rewarded with the feel of him hard and straining against his basketball shorts. I wasn't the only one affected by what he was doing. To know that his stiff cock was because of me was almost overwhelming. I felt raw and vulnerable as I sat neath him, legs spread and one hand gripping his shirt as he fucked me with his fingers, his thumb pressed against my clit and rolled in tiny circles causing me moan and thrust my hips against his fingers with lustful eagerness. "Your pussy feels like it's on fire," he growled, biting my neck lightly. He used his free hand to bring my breast towards his mouth. His tongue flicked out and played with my nipple causing me to whimper as the sensations began taking over my senses. Coherent thoughts slipped from my mind as my body's instincts took over. My body knew what it wanted...what it needed. I bit my lower lips as Seth continued to tease me with his mouth, he ran the edges of his teeth just around the tip of my nipple sending little sparks of pleasure through my body. "Please..." I pleaded as I stroked his cock through his shorts. It wasn't giant, but it wasn't small either. And right that that moment I couldn't care less, I just needed to feel it inside me. I wanted to feel his body pound into mine. "Mmmm...please what? Tell me what you want..." Seth encouraged. He was teasing me now and I growled a little. "You." "What do you want from me?" His fingers had slowed down, but he continued his assault on my clit, rubbing slow agonizing circles. He suddenly stopped and the sudden urge to pin this man on the carpet and take what I wanted ran through me, but before I could move he grabbed my leg and moved it to the other side of his body so that he was between them now. He thrust his hips forward, rubbing the length of himself against me. I whimpered and moaned as I grabbed his biceps and dug my fingers into them pulling him towards me. I blushed furiously, I still had a hard time being forward in person but this man was driving me crazy. He started to suck on my neck, grinding his hips into me again. "Cmon, just tell me what you want...I promise I will give it to you." My insides quivered at his words. "I want you to fuck me," I whispered. I was momentarily worried he hadn't heard me but then he smiled and stood, offering me his hand. I stumbled as I regained control of my legs and followed him as he pulled me towards the hallway and what I could only guess was his bedroom. His bed was a little taller than most, and he spun me around causing me to giggle. I was quickly silenced as he drew me into another kiss, this one more demanding than the first. I melted in his grasp, giving myself over to the heat of the moment. This was exactly what I needed. He lifted my leg and ground himself against me. He lifted me up and set me on the bed, causing a squeal from my lips. I was a big girl and proud so being lifted like that surprised me. HIs hand returned to their torture and I glanced down to watch his fingers disappear into me. I reached forward to grab him but he stayed just out of reach. "Not yet," he chuckled, pushing me backwards and grabbing onto my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I closed my eyes, losing myself. Then I felt a sudden strong electric jolt, almost sharp and painful. I sat up on my elbows and saw Seth kneeling on the floor with his face shoved between my legs. I could feel his tongue licking every inch of me while his arms wrapped around my thighs so that I couldn't squirm away. "What are you doing?" I demanded. He looked up for a moment and smiled, fluids on his face shining from the reflection of the bedroom light. "I told you I was hungry," he replied and before I could protest or pull away he shoved his face back. I could feel his stubble brush against the most sensitive places as his mouth focused on my clit; licking it, sucking on it and I came. I'd never really liked receiving oral, but as my vision returned and I gasped to catch my breath I thought maybe it was time to make an exception. He wiped his messy face and then brought me back up to a sitting position to kiss me. I didn't hesitate or let myself overthink it, I kissed him back hungrily, letting him know how aroused I was. Without being asked or even it being suggested I sank to my knees, immediately reaching for his waistband. Seth didn't argue as I pulled him free and brought him into my mouth. I didn't wait for instruction or encouragement, I knew what to do. I began to lick, getting the skin moist before taking all of him into my mouth. What Seth lacked in size, he made up for in skill and enthusiasm. I took my time, making sure to lick every inch of him. He was just the right size, fitting perfectly into my mouth. And he let me know how much he appreciated it. He had one hand resting on my head while he moaned, his thigh quivering beneath my touch. I let my tongue trace circles and patterns while I made sure to protect him from my teeth. I took his hand and placed it on the back of my head in permission and he tangled his hands into it, not needing to be told twice. Seth pressed my face further and further down with each thrust of my head. I relaxed my throat as he started to pound himself into my face. It didn't take him long before he gave one final thrust and i could feel him cum running into the back of my throat. Like a good girl I swallowed and licked him clean as he pulled away, clearing his throat. "That was so fucking hot..." I smiled as I looked up at him, feeling proud. "I enjoyed that as well." He leaned forward and lifted me up, throwing me on my back on the bed. "I'm not done just yet," he growled, pulling me back down to edge where he spread my legs and thrust himself into me, moaning as he slid right in. He was either already hard again, or he never went completely soft. He ground his hips into mine, moving his pelvis in a circular motion hitting new spots and causing me to cry out. Seth knew exactly what he was doing as he brought me close and closer to another orgasm. He squeezed my breasts, tickling them with his facial hair. He placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling me down to impale me with every thrust. I glanced up at his face, so focused, so intent. I rested my hand over his and I gently moved it over my throat. A sinister look flashed across his face and he squeezed; his hips now slamming into me at a bruising rate. My wordless lips mouthed the word please over and over; begging him to cum, begging him to use my body and release himself inside of me. The harder he fucked me, the better it felt and my vision suddenly faded into bright white light as I let out a silent scream. and for a moment i forgot how to breath. In the distant white noise of my mind I could hear him growl as he came a second time and he just leaned against my body, holding it there to the bed. Sweat covered his forehead, he was panting as he rested his head on my breast. I licked my lips trying to form words but all that came out was incoherent noises. He laughed at my attempt to communicate, which caused me to giggle and Seth pulled out with a wince, not daring to move the rest of his body just yet. After awhile he managed to roll over and climb onto the bed next to me, my legs dangling over the edge of the bed as he made small talk and I regained the ability to walk. He helped me to find my clothes and was even gentlemanly enough to walk me to my car. With a peck on the check, we smiled and parted ways. Slut Chonicles 02 My heart beat frantically in my chest as I sat in the parking lot checking my hair in the mirror once more. I was nervous, the most nervous I'd ever been. I answered another ad on Craigslist, of course I was nervous. I shook my head; still in disbelief I was actually doing this. But it couldn't be that bad. I liked spankings after all. I pulled out my cellphone and texted him. I'm here I reapplied my lip gloss and waited for his reply. I stared around the parking lot of the hotel we'd agreed to meet at. The phone vibrated with his reply and I glanced down and checked. Running late; I'll be there in 5 minutes. I typed back an ok and made myself comfortable. Sam wasn't the first person I'd met from the internet, and probably wouldn't be the last either. Ever since I'd been freed sexually I found myself occasionally going through periods of...well it felt like I was going into heat to be honest. I practiced safe sex, I had too. But I just couldn't seem to get enough. And it wasn't that one partner or two wasn't good enough; I'd come across quite a few that were amazing, it was the excitement of someone new, experiencing new skills, a new man. I was a slut, through and through and I was still learning to revel in it. I had stopped fighting my nature, after all I can't help what I like and want; I mind as well enjoy it. And meeting someone from the internet? There was thrill of the risk. I looked through my phone, passing time and trying to distract myself from what I was about to do. Had I more morals, I probably would be at home to my family instead. But I'd dismissed most of my morals a long time ago. When the next text came in, I gave myself a little pep talk, straightened my outfit and made my way into the hotel. It wasn't a cheap one either, I'd only stayed in fancy hotels a few times in my entire life, but I walked past the front desk and straight to the elevator. I hit the third floor and waited. Another gentleman rode the elevator with me. I could see him glance at me through the corner of his eye. I was dressed pretty slutty; I'd made sure of it. When I finally got off the elevator my palms were already starting to sweat. I had no clue what this gentleman looked like and I was pretty nervous about that too. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I could hear Sam fumbling with a few things before opening it. I was slightly taken aback to find a man in a suit. He greeted me with a smile and motioned me inside. I smiled back and sat down on a footstool. "Thirsty? Front desk gave me a gift bag. I have Sierra Mist and Diet Root Beer." I shook my head, declining. I studied Sam as he busied himself with the tripod that would be holding the camera. He would be videotaping it, which had been in the ad. Our entire email exchange had been very polite and professional. I trusted my gut instinct and mine told me this guy was okay. Although looking at him, I had to wonder, why he would pay someone to spank them when I knew of an entire world of people who would do it for free. I wasn't going to announce that, I was in need of extra money. Didn't everyone know there was a whole underground world of kinky people? Then again, I also knew there were lots of men that got turned on by paying someone. "That's a nice skirt you're wearing Jessica," he complimented. I smiled, I'd especially choose it. The ad had stated jeans or skirt, and most men were suckers for a school girl skirt, especially with knee high socks and it was short and pink plaid. I'd even stopped by Wal-Mart and stolen a pair of white panties as he had personally requested. While the lure of making money was strong, I was thriving for the experience itself. I always wanted to try new interesting things, if not for fun, than just to be able to say I've done it. "Have you ever done anything like this before?" I blushed and shook my head. I wasn't playing innocent or coy, I'd never met a stranger with intention of being paid for spankings... I'd been doing it for free. He pulled out a manila folder and placed it on the dresser. "Waiver's here if you'd like to sign it now or after, it is your choice." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Had he come up with the waiver on his own or had the idea been sparked by 50 shades of Grey? I stood and stepped towards the paperwork. I picked up the pen and filled out my second identity and signed it. I never gave out my real name; there had never been any reason too. It was my measure of keeping things safer. He signed it and pulled out the stack of money which he laid down on the dresser. He began fiddling with his camera while assuring me aloud what was about to take place. He'd also laid it out in an email so it wasn't anything new. "You can stop this at any time, you say the word and it's all over. Afterwards there is a chance for you to earn extra money, but we can discuss that when we're done here." I nodded, mouth running dry. I was almost shaking from nerves and excitement. He instructed me to bend over the corner of the bed so that I was resting on my elbows. He instructed me to tilt my ass out as he informed me he was about to commence the punishment. The first swat wasn't too bad. I had on the padding of my skirt; the material softened the blow. The second one caught me off guard but I bit my lip and counted in my head. The third stung, Sam wasn't going gentle and managed to hit the exact same spot each time. By the time the fourth one landed I swore aloud and flexed my muscles trying to ride the initial pain. At five he stopped the recorder, told me to take a small break. I immediately rubbed my backside and he chuckled. "Tell me, if you'd gotten swat like that in school, would it have changed your behavior?" he asked. I laughed deciding to go with honesty. "Probably not it all really depends on the behavior they're trying to correct." I saw a small gleam in his eyes. Was that challenge I saw? Maybe it was excitement? I wasn't quite sure. I announced I was ready and he pointed back to my spot at the corner of the large bed. I bent over once more, closing my eyes tightly as I prepared myself for the next five. He announced these were going to be with me just wearing the white nylon panties. He lifted my skirt slowly and my knees went weak momentarily. I was aroused already, and I was glad I was facing away so that he couldn't see me blush. I shook my head slightly, just another realization of how much of a slut I really was. By now I wasn't surprised, I was pretty sure there was little out there that didn't turn me on. The fact he was a strange, tall, handsome older man wearing a suit only made me wetter. I lowered my head into my hands and hoped he didn't notice. He started out with a quick hard slap and I immediately swore as sharp pain radiated throughout my cheeks. I had not expected it to hurt this much. I'd been spanked a few times before, granted neither of those times neither man had an enormous wooden paddle; but I had fancied myself strong enough to endure it. The second one hit soon after, he waited just enough time in between that I was anticipating it, almost eagerly awaiting it. I closed my eyes, took deep breaths as I tried to focus on anything other than the burning sensation that was spreading across my backside. Three I swore again, one of my knees shook as I tried to breathe through the intensity. By the time the five were over, I almost wanted to stop right there. My ass was on fire and I was seriously wondering if I could handle the last five. When he asked if I was ready for the last five I simply nodded, I didn't trust myself to say yes. I kept thinking about the money lying on the dresser and all the ways I could use it. For 180$ I could take 5 more. Right?!? My stomach was in knots as I bent over the corner of the bed one last time. I was glad it had been awhile since I'd eaten; my stomach probably couldn't handle it right now. I was taking deep breathes as he informed me he was going to pull down my panties for the last five. I managed a word of acknowledgement and I clenched my hands together as I felt him slowly slide them down my thighs, leaving them between my knees. I was almost sure he could sense it now, weren't all men attuned to the arousal of women? "That is a lovely shade of red," he announced in appreciation. I let out a nervous laugh. If only he knew I'd done this before, I hadn't exactly been forthcoming with the information. I figured the more I played innocent, the more attractive I'd be. My self-esteem had never been much of anything, although the fact I had any was anywhere close to a small miracle. But over past few years I'd learned that while I might not fit the "mold" of what society considered beautiful, there were lots of men that found me attractive. And yes, basing some of my self-worth off the opinion of others probably wasn't the way to go about it, but it helped, so fuck anyone who wants to criticize. I smiled briefly at the memories of previous spankings I'd received, I'd had such pretty bruises; I wondered what my ass would look like when Sam was done. I could feel the paddle behind me, pausing a few inches away; I didn't have to see it to know it was there, hovering as he watched me squirm nervously. The first one brought tears to my eyes and I yelped. Sam had told me I could cry, scream, yell whatever I wanted, but I still tried to hold it in. last thing I wanted was for a concerned neighbor to call front desk because I was in his room screaming. I figured either he was hitting harder, or it felt worse due to lack of cushioning. I knew I could stop him at any time, but my mind kept coming back to the small stack of Jackson's next to my consent form. I squirmed when the second one hit and he reminded me to hold still. I bit my hand when the third one hit and moaned. The pain was beginning to fade into a dull tingling sensation. I was so afraid he'd see how aroused I was that I squirmed again. Another one hit and I was so close to calling it quits. He hadn't lied, it was intense, more intense than any spanking I could remember ever receiving. I could hear the loud smack of the wood hitting my flesh and cried out. I cursed every world I could think of and Sam chuckled. "One more, is you ready?" Sam didn't wait for an answer. When I felt it hit I nearly collapsed at the severity of it. I buried my face into the comforter while I enjoyed the cool air against my skin. "Would you behave better now?" he asked. I inhaled deeply and stood, leaving my panties where they were. "Most definitely," I replied. I couldn't think of any behavior a spanking like that couldn't cure; especially if it was more than 15. I risked a hand to my posterior and it was hot to the touch. "Go ahead and take a look," he motioned to the full length mirror on the wall. I almost gasped at the sight. The lower half of my ass was a bright cherry red, with two small spots of white in the middle. At first I'd thought maybe the paddle had holes. I asked him to see the paddle. It was huge and thick but there were no holes. "Now, as I said earlier, a chance to earn some extra money, are you interested." I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. I wasn't accustomed to initiating sex, or being in charge, so I hoped whatever he had in mind wasn't going to be too difficult. "I was thinking a blowjob, would that be alright?" I almost sighed in relief. Blowjobs, I could do blowjobs. I wasn't the best, never claimed to be. But I did them on an almost regular basis now so it couldn't be too hard. If he didn't like it, well I still had the 180$. Sam simply took off his slacks and made himself comfortable on the bed. He told me to undress. "All of it?" I asked. I wanted to be sure I took off enough to please him, but I still had body issues. "Well most women are comfortable keeping something around their middle, that's fine with me." I pulled down my top and reached back to unclasp my bra. "Big busty girl, I like that," he announced. I felt my face flame to a shade almost matching my backside. I took off the panties and skirt and I kneeled up on the bed. I leaned forward and wrapped my mouth around him. He was average, maybe a little more, so I didn't have to scarf it down. He was clean and I was relieved. Sam had no problems telling me when to slow down, I almost giggled when he instructed me to use my teeth. "I know, you probably hear the opposite, but I like the feeling as it grazes my skin," he confessed. I'd never used my teeth before, at least not on purpose so it was exciting to try. I was careful not to apply too much pressure, I didn't want to hurt him, but just enough that he moaned and flexed his hips towards me. With me being on my knees I could feel his hand reach up and rub the spot he had been hitting earlier. It felt good to have his cold hands cool the burn. I took my time wrapping my tongue around the tip and flickering it up and down the shaft as I kept my slow pace; grazing him with my teeth as I pulled up before I made my way back down again. I could feel his hands rubbing further and further down and all I could think that moment was TOUCH ME. But he remained gentlemanly and just hovered. I could hear him mumbling something about me being wet but once I was on my task, I generally tuned everything else out. It was actually something I was working on. There was no warning when he finally came; I was surprised to find it didn't taste too bad either. Not exactly sugar on your cornflakes, but I found all men tasted different. He groaned in appreciation as I cleaned him up and sat back smiling. "That was wonderful, thank you." I smiled at the praise; it felt good to hear someone think I was good. Not that I hadn't been complimented before; just never hurt to have another person think so. We sat there for a while, chatting about his job, something with the government; he talked about his daughter and her loser bf, who he hoped would step up and be a man because he'd knocked his daughter up. We talked of the entitlement that younger people feel today. Sure I wasn't that old, but I was mature in some ways and I knew the behavior he spoke of and it annoyed me to. When the conversation died down we both dressed. He handed me another wad of cash to add to what was on the dresser. He asked if I wanted a copy of the video. I wrote down my address and he promised to mail it to me. I offered to be a reference for him for any future people who answer his ads. He was a nice guy who wanted something pretty simple and was willing to pay for it. No harm, no foul. I left, grimacing as I sat down in my car. I counted my money, and noticed he'd paid me 80$ for a blowjob. I almost felt giddy, it was a rush. I'd expected he'd want sex, which I was more than prepared to do. In fact almost disappointed it didn't. Hell I would have done it for free just to relieve the ache. I smiled to myself and headed home; it would be a cold shower for me.