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Diary of a Super Slutty Slut Ch. 01

By: ThatGirl13



"You're late," he said.

"I know, I'm sorry..." I trail off.

"It's always something with you, I swear you've done this on purpose."

"I have not. I'm just late. I'm sorry. Really, I am sorry," I mutter.

As if I wasn't nervous before I am now. I had been chatting with (and backing out of dates with) Noah for weeks now. He's attractive, fit, successful. Exactly just the type of guy who scares the crap out of me. I never understand why someone like him would want to fuck someone like me. Anyway, here I am. I finally decided to go through with it and now I'm late. I couldn't help it, I wanted to look good for him, and well, I do. I'm wearing a teal print halter dress that hits a few inches above my knees, a teal lace thong, and white flip flops. I'm 5ft 9in, tall, leggy, with ample hips and ass, I wear a B cup bra (when I wear one) and I'm not really thin but sort of thick, I guess. I'm mostly Irish so I'm rather fair with blue eyes and insanely bright candy apple red hair. So, like I was saying I'm late and I know he has an appointment in half an hour or so and I might as well just...

"Are you listening? I said turn around," he demands.

I turned around. He placed his right hand on my lower back and his left on my hip and nudged me forward until I was nearly touching the wall. I could feel him lean in closer, his breath against my neck. He spoke softly into my ear.

"Take off your panties."

I took them off and dropped them to the floor.

"Hand me your panties, I want to smell them," he breathed into my ear.

Oh god, I never understood why some men do this. Just the idea was humiliating. Maybe if I pretend I don't hear him he'll just...

"Hand me your panties, slut," his tone was firmer now.

I reached down and picked up my panties and held my hand out behind me. At least I don't have to look at him while he does it. I could hear him inhaling deeply and sigh. I felt my face flush, then I felt his hands on me. Running from my shoulders down my back, grabbing... groping my ass through my dress. He reached down under my dress and ran his hand up the inside of my thigh to my already dripping wet cunt. He slowly began rubbing my slit, feeling my wetness.

He leaned in close to me, "you're already wet for me, aren't you, slut?"

His hands felt amazing, I needed his touch. I couldn't find my voice. I just bit my bottom lip and nodded, yes.

"Lift up your dress, I want to see your ass."

His fingers were still teasing me as I did as instructed. I pulled my dress up above my ass and held it there, gathered in front at my waist. He took his hand from my cunt and began mauling my ass cheeks. Squeezing and pulling at them. Pulling them apart and squishing them back together. He finally settled on massaging them with his thumbs positioned tantalizingly close to my anus. I arched my back and pressed my ass back towards him. 

He reached up with one hand and grabbed a handful of my hair pulling my head back and forcing me to arch my back even more. I sighed a breathy moan and spread my legs, just a little. He pushed forward with his thumb just enough to tease me. "Is this what the slut wants?" 

"Please," I whispered.

He pulled his hand back and slapped my ass twice on each cheek. "Not until I'm ready, slut." 

I could feel the rosy heat where he slapped my ass. The next thing I felt was him rubbing his cock around my ass cheeks. I felt his precum leaving a trail where his cock had been. He pressed his body against mine. "You're such a fucking slut, aren't you?" he breathed into my ear. He pulled me down by my hair and slapped his cock on my lips. "Suck it."

I couldn't believe how beautiful his cock was. About 7 inches and so thick. Nearly as thick as a coke can at the head then tapering somewhat towards the base. I greedily slurped him into my mouth. Taking his head into my mouth first I licked around then pulled back slightly. Working my way deeper I felt his thick head at my throat and began to push him down it, slightly, before coming back up. I've never had a problem taking all of a man down my throat, it's just something that I usually ease into. I pushed back, taking a little more of him this time, but before I could come up I felt his hands in my hair holding my head still. 

He pushed himself deeper into my throat until at last I felt his balls smashing into my chin. He started to fuck my throat now, taking long full strokes. I felt a wave of wet heat hit me low as he took me, completely. 

"Play with yourself while I fuck your throat," he demanded. His tone left no question.

I didn't hesitate. My fingers were rubbing my clit while he worked himself in and out of my throat in long hard strokes. I had to focus on breathing, alternately inhaling and exhaling when he pulled out, making sure I was quick enough to do it before he slammed back down my throat. I was nearly about to cum when he pulled out and started pulling me by the hair towards this living room. I struggled to get up but he told me to crawl. I tried to look graceful but stumbled as he led me. He tossed me a pillow from his couch and told me to bend over.

"Raise your ass nice and high for me... good girl."

No two words have more of an effect on me than those. I tingle all over and try to press my ass even higher into the air for him. 

I feel him behind me and he's pressing into my ready cunt. He starts a relentless assault on my cunt pounding into me viciously. The feeling is amazing. All I can do is struggle to keep my ass high for him as he slams into me over and over again. He pulls completely out and I can feel myself gaping open for him. He pushes into me again and starts taking short hard strokes, staying deep inside me, as he reaches my hair and pulls it back. 

I love this feeling, back arched, ass high in the air. I start fucking him back, pushing back onto him. Increasing the pace, he feels amazing inside me. 

Out of nowhere he flips me over, tells me to lie on my back with the pillow under my ass. Instantly he's inside me again taking slow long strokes. He pulls my tits out of my dress and starts playing with my nipples. Pulling and stretching them. He tells me my picture sucks, I need a new one. 

"You look way better in person."

A whore's version of being told she's loved during sex. I smile and he slaps my tit. The smile fades to a grin but I'm still in heaven. He slaps my tit again, right across the nipple, then starts stretching it again. He continued this assault on my tits for a few minutes, until he's done. He tells me to get back on my knees and I am, instantly, with my back arched raising my ass as high as I can. Offering it for use.

He pressed his cock against my asshole then told me to push myself onto him.

I start to push onto his cock. I breath deep, will myself to relax and open for him. It's so thick that it doesn't want to go in, until it does. Suddenly he's inside me, and it hurts. I hold steady, breathing deep. He's rubbing my lower back and ass, gentle caresses.

"Take a moment to adjust, but when you're ready, you need to take my entire length inside you."

Wanting to please him I immediately start pushing back on his cock. I can feel him invading my bowels. It seems to take forever, but finally he's entirely inside me. I feel so full. My back is arched and I start to grind against him, enjoying the fullness. He begins to fuck me. 

Hard.

Relentlessly.

I cry out. I wasn't expecting this. Just a moment ago I felt his gentle caresses on my back and now he's plowing into my ass as if he wants to exit right out the other side of me. This is exactly what I needed. I'm lost in an animal frenzy. He's got one hand on my hip, the other in my hair pulling my head back at a sharp angle.

'Finger yourself until you cum for me."

My hand flies to my cunt and I slide two fingers inside. I start pumping at it and my thumb it rubbing against my clit while I'm doing this. He's still plowing through my ass like I'm just a piece of fuck meat, which is enough to bring me to a screaming orgasm alone. With the added stimulation my cunt I can't take it anymore. I moan and groan my way through an intense orgasm. Still assaulting my ass I pull my fingers out of my cunt and a gush of fluid flows out behind them as I cum again. 

You're such a good slut, such a good girl. I'm going to cum, turn around and open your mouth, he told me as he pushed me off of his cock. 

Greedily, hungrily, I caught his load in my mouth. When he was finished I took him in my mouth and sucked him clean.

He pulled me to my feet. "You're such a good, obedient, little slut. You have to leave now, I have an appointment in five minutes and I need to shower." I stumbled to my car trying to comb my hair back into place with my fingers, and wiping my lips. I was beyond disheveled. Used to my fullest abilities. I drove home with cum on my breath and already anticipating the next time I'd see him.



***Just a note. This is only one adventure. I do hope to write about Super Slutty Slut's other adventures in the future. Please, leave feedback, send me your comments or post them publicly. It means so much more than you realize. Thanks for reading!

Diary of a Super Slutty Slut Ch. 02



So, here's the background story with Noah and me. We met in some D/s related online chat. We both had strong tendencies in that direction, but weren't sure where we wanted to go with things. We're both married, and while I thought I understood my reasons for cheating (I was on some sort of revenge fuck-a-thon after my husband did me wrong). I could never understand his. You love your wife but you just have other needs? The concept bewildered me at the time. 

We chatted for weeks. We shared fantasies and desires and hopes to fulfill them all for each other. We had set up a few other dates (I had backed out of each one at the last minute) before the day we finally met. I couldn't wait to see him again. 

I had two classes the day we (finally) met again. The night before we were chatting online and he told me in no uncertain terms to ensure that my anus was properly stretched and ready to receive him. Actually, what he said was more like "I love fucking your shit pipe."

"What?!" I replied, "why would you call it that?"

"Because, it's an awesome word and I never get to use it," he replied. "But, my point is that I don't want to take the time to stretch it every time I use it. So, you need to do it before hand. Use a butt plug. Don't get crazy though you little butt slut, I don't want it too stretched out."

"OK, got it... but you don't want what to get too stretched out?" I asked.

"Your shit pipe ;) gotta go, see you tomorrow, slut," and with that, he was gone. That's what I liked so much about Noah, he was fucking hilarious and normal and could fuck like a freak and not be a weird-o about it. Now I had to find the time to buy a butt plug before class. Luckily, on my way to school there was a magazine/sex store that I went to a few times before with my husband to buy porn. 

I, like always, was running late. I ran into the store and found a small butt plug, even though he wanted me stretched one of the things I love about anal sex is the fact that I need to relax and allow myself to open in order for it to feel good, so this was my compromise. And well, he did say he didn't want me too stretched. I had never worn a butt plug before and I was a little nervous. I figure it needs to be in for a while to actually do anything so after I paid, and picked up a small bottle of lube at the register, I asked if they had a bathroom. I wouldn't have enough time to stop at a bathroom on campus and put it in. The clerk, a much older super pervy guy grinned and pointed me in the right direction. I felt my face flush as I turned and headed into the bathroom. I went into a stall and inserted the plug rather quickly. It went in fairly easy, it was just a small plug after all, and with just a little adjustment I was ready to go. I threw the packaging away, slipped the bottle of lube in my purse and was on my way. On my way out, feeling a renewed sense of sluttiness, I winked at the pervy old clerk. 

So, sitting through my classes was interesting being all plugged up as I was. The sensation was new and exciting. Enough stimulation to keep my cunt wet and leaking through both classes. Enough stimulation to give me the guts to tease my nipples throughout my second class. 

I was wearing a white beater style tank top (showcased my very hard nipples and my bra-less little tits) and a lavender cotton skirt. It hit at my knees and was kind of poofy. Just enough to flow with the breeze and make me feel super pretty. My candy apple bob was super straight as were my ultra short bangs that hit about half way down my forehead. I took the time this morning to put on enough mascara for my lashes to be ultra thick and black giving my eyes a smoky frame. I slathered on the pink lip gloss and spritzed with cotton candy body spray (there's something really great about smelling like candy on a sticky hot summer day). 

By the time my last class was over I was in desperate need of attention. My nipples were hard and protruding through my tank top. I walked out of class with an extra bounce in my step, I loved the way my tits jiggled around freely. I stopped in the bathroom to freshen up and headed over to Noah's. As much as I anticipated seeing him I always felt a rush of anxiety just before. I'm not sure exactly why, but I could feel my heart beating out my chest and my hands got all clammy. This is why I stood him up so many times. It's so much easier to make up an excuse than to pull into his driveway. I wiggled my ass into the seat of my car and felt the plug inside me move, causing more sticky sweet fluid to flow from my cunt. Who was I kidding, I needed this.

I pulled into his driveway and was at his door in an instant. He let me in and directed me to his office. He ran his photography business from home so it's not unusual for him to have visitors during the day. That also meant that when you walked into his house his living room was decorated like an office waiting room, complete with super sized versions of his best work. Directly to the right is his office (which should probably be a dining room) and his kitchen. In his office, he led me to his desk (glass and steel with a mac and not much else on top) and instructed me to place my hands, palm down, on the desk top. I could feel him standing directly behind me, not touching but I knew he was there. 

I felt his hands moving up my body and not touching me until he reached my face. He took my face in his hands and turned it to the left. He pushed my face, cheek down, onto the glass of his desk. I'm tall enough that this forced me to bend over at slightly more than a 45 degree angle. He ran his hands down the length of my body until he reached my skirt and pushed it up. He took a step back, leaving me face down with my ass in the air wondering what was going to happen. My cunt was leaking, I could feel the butt plug pressing against my anus. I wondered if he could see it past the black lace thong I was wearing. 

"Do you have anything to tell me?" he asked. He knew the answer. He had given me a script to remember. 

"My name is s-slut," I stammered. "I am a dirty cunt whore. I am going to rub my wet cunt into my panties," I paused to do exactly that, feeling my nectar soak through my panties and make my fingers slick. The humiliation of those words burning through me. "...and take them off so you can smell my cunt." I reached down, leaving my face pressed against the table and using it to hold me up, and took them off. Holding them in my outstretched hand, I offered them to him. I could feel the humiliation burning in my cheeks, as well as my nipples and clit, as he took them from me and deeply inhaled my scent. "My body is yours to use as you please," I breathed those last words. Anticipation...

"Very good slut. You're a good li'l slut aren't you?" He said much in the same way one would speak to a puppy. "I see you followed my instructions and wore the plug, slut." He put his thumb on the plug in my ass and let his fingers play in my wetness. 

"Yessir, of course I did..." I replied as I tried to wriggle my hips enough to get a little more contact from his fingers.

He withdrew his fingers from me entirely and began rubbing my ass cheek. He smacked where he was rubbing and then smacked the other ass cheek. "Let's SMACK not SMACK get SMACK ahead SMACK of SMACK ourselves SMACK slut." He continued spanking my ass until my cunt was dripping down my thighs. Then, he took off his belt. 

I sighed, arched my back higher as a meager offering. He ran the cool leather of his belt across my burning ass. It was smooth and the coolness soothed the burning heat. I turned my head and looked at him just as I felt the first blow land. "Keep SMACK your SMACK cheek SMACK on SMACK the SMACK desk." 

Immediately I returned my cheek to the desk, "Yessir." 

Just when I thought I couldn't take any more he stopped his assault on my ass. The pain was intense, but my cunt was dripping. 

He gently ran his fingers over the welts on my ass, placed a kiss on one ass cheek, and then the other. He pushed up my tank top and ran his tongue from the very bottom of my back, up my spine, to my neck, where he kissed me. He licked and kissed and sucked on my neck as he reached around to feel my tits. He squeezed and pulled my tits. Twisting my nipples. 

"Yes, yes, yes. Oh gawd fucking yes." I moaned as I pressed myself back against him. 

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. And back. And back until I was on my knees then falling onto my back. He pushed my legs apart and entered me in one quick stroke. With the plug still in my ass this was my first double penetration. The feeling was amazing. The pressure from the plug was pushing him harder onto my g-spot. He started pounding into me at a fast pace. Taking long, deep, hard strokes. I could feel his pubic bone smashing against my clit. I was frenzied. Just as I was about to cum he pulled out and flipped me over onto my hands and knees. 

He was back inside and plowing through my cunt before I knew it. When he reached up and yanked my head back I screamed out my first orgasm. As I reached the peak of this orgasm he pulled out, ripped the plug from my anus, and replaced it with his cock in one motion. The pain from having the plug ripped from me, his deep thrusts causing him to slam into my welted, tender ass, the merciless hammering of my shitpipe was all too much. My mind fogged, my feet tingled, he reached around and grabbed my tits, pinching the nipples and pulling them violently. 

I heard him groan first, then felt him grow then spurt into my anus. The sensation of his hot cum hitting my bowels, his savage hands pulling at my tits, was too much and I came again. The spasms working through my anus to nurse the last of his orgasm from him. 

He shrank, only slightly, and withdrew himself from me. I felt his fingers enter my anus and swirl around inside me. I was gaping open. He scooped out some cum and fed it to me, then he fed me his cock. I ran my tongue all over it, sucking it and licking it clean. When the job was done he pushed me away and I collapsed onto his floor. He pushed my hair out of my face, looked at me in a way I've never been looked at before, stroked my head and said "Good girl." 

I was proud in a way that I wasn't familiar with. 

He patted my head, then got up and walked away. I heard his shower turn on and knew I'd been dismissed. I put my panties back on and left. I drove him feeling intoxicated. Pondering our next visit, the meaning of this new pride I felt.

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