4 comments/ 69562 views/ 7 favorites His Slut By: Kalista I am, shamelessly, a cock slut, a cum slut, a whore. Whatever you wish to call me. I know no pleasure greater than the bruising of my throat by a large cock, the almost pain of large hands buried in my hair, pulling me tighter, owning me, controlling me. It makes my boder quiver and ache just to think about it...to remember the man who makes me feel this way... I met him online, chatting on one of the messenger services. I don't know to this day why he chose to start talking to me. I had no online photos or anything. But he did, and we got to know each other, and to be friends. He is younger than I so I never considered it even a little bit seductive. But he is brilliant and I enjoyed our talks. One night, when I was more than a little drunk, and I still have no clue how this conversation got started, he asked me to come over and suck his cock. Did he know how much I loved cum? I don't know. I don't remember. But after about a half an hour of debate I finally agreed - on the condition that I was *not* getting out of my car, he was *not* getting in my car, and I was *not* in the mood to talk. In fact, I refused to say anything. Don't ask me why - I was drunk. I was drunk and *driving* which is a very bad thing anyway. I drove to a park that was near his house. I expected to see a car there but I didn't, he sortof emerged from the shadows. I believe he may have walked there. The park is actually on a lake, and there were no lights to speak of, so it was incredibly dark. He was very tall. I was still sitting in my tiny Toyota Celica and couldn't even see his face when he came to the car. I heard his voice though... and it coursed through me - warm and strong like the embers of a fire. I fell in love with his voice and I'd never seen his face. I didn't even know his name. He was being very polite, trying, I suppose, to calm my nerves. I didnt really have any, but I was almost overwhelmed by his voice so I suppose that showed. And his height. I'm tall myself so its really rare for me to be impressed by a man's height. My eyes were probably as huge as saucers, and I know I was blushing, but I refused to speak. Still. Because I'd said I wouldn't. He tried though - and eventually succeeded, to break my silence. I laughed and said "But I swore I wouldnt talk!" - and after that I suppose everything was ok. He asked me to rub his leg- and that confused me, but then I realized he wanted me to start so I did. He was wearing khakis and a blue dress shirt. I'd honestly expected jeans and a tee shirt because of his age and where he lived, but he was dressed almost professionally. I finally managed - with extremely nervous fingers, to undo his pants and unzip them. I reached inside and found the largest cock I have ever seen in real life. Seriously. Made for HBO. He'd mentioned that it measured 6" around and I thought he was lying - he's not. And long! Easily 9 or 10". I forgot for a moment there was a man standing there because his cock became my only focus. I think I fell in love at that moment. I had *never* seen anything so large. I'm sure larger exists, but not in my experiences. It felt heavy and warm in my hand, and as I stroked it - gently, lovingly, it stiffened, getting harder and harder in my hands. The heat of it shocked me. It was like a satin covered furnace it was so hot. I pushed his pants down further past his hips - through the car window I did this - and then fondled his balls in my hands. They were large and heavy too. Hot, roughened by his hair. They felt wonderful and my pussy quivered with wanting. But I refused to get out of the car still - no matter how intensely sexy he was. Finally I couldnt stand it anymore and I leaned out as far as I could and took the head of that incredible cock into my mouth - sipping and tasting with my tongue and my lips. My hands still gently stroked and held his balls. I heard him moan softly as my tongue darted down a little further, around the flared head to lick and suckle the skin there. I was afraid I wouldnt be able to fit the head into my mouth it was so large, but happily, it did slide in, though my jaw was quite stretched by it. My tongue was *loving* the feel of this cock - I could tell he'd recently showered - so the taste was simply clean, a man, it tasted so good I couldn't get enough. Then I heard his voice..."Oh slut...what a slut you are... you love that cock don't you?" and I was lost! My nipples tingled, my pussy was soaking my jeans, and my mouth couldn't get enough. I felt his hands weave into my hair. My hair is long and straight - no curl - and I felt him wrapping it around his hands, tugging gently - later sharper as I worked my mouth a little further down around his cock. I knew I would never be able to take it all. It was simply too huge. But I needed to taste as much as I could. I was in heaven. I continued stroking him with my tongue - fast figure 8's one minute, long slow lapping strokes the next. I could hear him above me, his fists wrapped in my hair - "What a slut you are....to come and suck a strangers cock...and love it. You love it don't you whore?" and I could only whimper an affirmative, because no way was I letting go of that delicious cock. He was pushing deeper into my throat then - I'd known he'd want to, only about half of his cock would fit so I knew he'd want to feel more. I couldnt take it and felt myself start to gag a few times. He only tightened his hands in my hair again and held my head tightly so that I couldnt move away as he pushed in deeper. I opened my jaw as wide as I could so that my teeth wouldnt graze him and I felt his cockhead push against the hole in my throat. I did gag then, and tried to pull back, but he wouldnt allow it, and pushed deeper then, a little harder. I felt his cock pushing to enter my throat but I couldn't stand the gagging and tried to twist away. It was useless though, since his strong hands held my head completely by my hair. "It's ok my little cock sucking slut. Just relax.." and almost as soon as he said that he fucked hard into my throat. I didn't realize it at the time but later I knew he'd bruised me from inside - I had a sore throat for a week. But I was shocked to feel that cock buried in my throat. I kept trying to swallow, to breathe, but it wasn't going to happen. I felt one of his hands then close around my throat, stroking and massaging his cock using my throat. I wanted to gag but couldn't. I wanted to breathe but couldnt. Tears sprang to my eyes and my nose started to run. Finally - though it was perhaps only for a moment - he pulled out enough that I could breathe and gag and cough. I looked up at him and he just laughed a little. "It's ok baby, damn your throat feels good baby. Here, lick me, no hands now ok?" And I did it - I wanted that cock so bad. In a pose of utter submission, though I'd never done it before, I clasped my hands behind my back, leaning out of the car window, up on my knees, and started licking and sucking his bobbing cock. My breasts were on fire at this point, and I felt one of his large hands start to knead them, the other still locked in my hair. "That's it baby, damn you suck good cock. What a good cock slut you are." That voice was driving me to madness, the cock satiating a hunger I'd never known I had. He released my breast then and pulled up his shirt to reveal a strong flat tummy that delivered another wave of juices from my pussy. Then he tilted my chin up and just rubbed his cock all over my face - my own spit drenching my skin, I could feel it dribble down my chin. But I loved it. I loved the heat of that hot cock slapping me in the face, of the warmth of my own saliva coating my nose, cheeks, chin... Then he commanded me to suck his balls, no hands, and I did. I licked them gently at first, then opened my mouth as wide as I could and sucked them in. I heard him groan, and knew I was pleasuring him. I loved the sensation and felt my womb twisting in agony, wanting this man inside of me then. I sucked like a baby nurses a tit - refusing to let go, wanting to be satisfied... Finally he pulled back again and let me lick his cockhead some more. Then he released my head and put his hands on my jaw, commanding me to open my mouth wide. With one thumb hooked into my mouth to hold it open as wide as it would go the other hand finished jacking his cock off and he spewed cum all over my face. It was at that moment that I came too - with nothing touching my pussy at all I came. I felt it, a hollow ache in my womb, spasms racing from my back and down from my clit, even my tight asshole clenching with them, wanting this man. My face was soon covered with gobs and gobs of his jizz - it was in my eye, I could feel it thickly in my hair and on my face. He finally stopped and I greedily sucked his softening cock to pull every little last bit of cum from him. He stroked my hair then, pleased I imagine, lovingly, gently. I looked up at him and whispered "thank you" with his cum still covering most of my face. He laughed at me then, but kindly. "You're welcome. Thank you too..." and then he turned and melted back into the darkness. I drove home licking my fingers, wiping gobs of cum from my face and hair and sucking it off my fingers like the last bits of candy. Loving the taste, the feel, even the burning in my eye where a large amount had landed. I loved every bit of it. When I got home I immediately went back to the computer and logged back on. He was there of course... I messaged him again... "Wow, thank you... I want to do that again!" and thankfully - so did he :) Now, as often as I can, I suck that luscious cock. We never fuck. We never kiss. But in every way imaginable, I belong to him whenever he wants me. His Slut He hung up the phone cursing, and stormed off to the shower. When he was finished showering he jumped in his truck and it was on autopilot. He was mad and he was hurt; who did she thinks she was... They had been having sex for years, he taught her everything she knew about sex. She was also dating one of his employees the same time she was wiggling her ass around town. A few weeks prior she had an abortion, and she decided she wanted to make a go of it with his employee in a real relationship, not one built on sex. The knock on the door startled her, she had been thinking about the last few minutes. It startled her even more when she saw him, push past her when she opened the door. " Close the door." was all he said. She turned and closes the door..."who do you think you are? I've told you before, it's not over until I say it's over." He grabbed a handful of her hair, pushed her back against the door, she started to protest, but he just crushed her mouth with a kiss. Reaching down with one hand he undid her pants and slid his hand down the front, rubbing her pussy through her panties. Soon she was grinding her hips towards his hand, she was even kissing back. When he broke the kiss, she whimpered a little. Looking into his eyes, she spoke softly, "Please." was all she said. "Please what." She didn't want to say the words, she knew she shouldn't. But they came out of her mouth "Please fuck me." "You don't want to fuck me anymore, was what you just said on the phone." "John please." "No...maybe later, first there is something you need to do. You have a mess to clean up first." Looking confused, she asked " What are you talking about?" "I am talking about Dean. We are going to fix this once and for all because you are going with me, so you can show him what a slut you really are...and that I am the only one for you. You got two minutes to get your ass into my truck, or I am coming back in here and you won't enjoy it." He walked out the door, glancing at his watch. She stood there in shock. It was a full minute before she realized that he was right. She had been trying to be someone she wasn't. She grabbed her purse and headed out the door. As soon as she climbed in his truck, she knew she wasn't going to enjoy this...but here she was, with the man of her dreams, he knew the same thing she did, she was his and no body had better get in his way. He pulled his cock out and said quietly but deliberately..."I want to enjoy a good cock sucking, so get at it." She leaned in across the seat and begin using her oral skills to suck his cock. When they were close to Deans apartment, he grabbed a handful of hair and said, "When I cum, don't swallow, keep it in your mouth." She increased her speed as well as the amount of pressure her tongue was applying to his cock. She heard him grunt a little and then his cock spasmed and his cum was shooting into her mouth. She picked her head up and he smiled..."Good girl...now when we get to the door, you are going to let that cum fall out of your mouth, just before you say... I chose John instead." She shook her head no. He grabbed one of her nipples pinching it hard while he twisted it. Her eyes closed and she wanted to moan, but she knew she would be in trouble if she let the cum out of her mouth. "Let's go." was all he said when he got out of the truck. She didn't move. She was thinking to herself...there is no way I am going to do this...I should just swallow right now and be done with it, tell John to leave her here. Although after Dean realizes John brought her here, he wasn't going to want her anymore anyway. She started to cry, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. When John opened the door, it was obvious he was quite angry, " I said lets go.". Her head hung down shamefully. When her feet hit the ground, he realized she was crying...he stopped and held her in his arms for just a minute, smoothing the back of her hair with his hand."It's ok...it will all be over soon. You just need to clean up this little mess first, and then Life will go back to normal." She was greatfull for the moment of tenderness, but realized she still had to complete this task. They walked up to the door, she with her mouth still full of his cum, he smiling like the cat that stole the canary. When they knocked on the door...they were greeted with..."John you really are an asshole." "Dean she said you needed to know something." nudging her John says "Go ahead hon...tell him why we are here." As tears fell from her eyes, she opened her mouth and pushed his cum out so it drooled down her chin..."I choose John." The next thing she knew there was a loud smacking noise and she realized that Dean has just punched John...and knocked him to the ground. Quick decision, run for the protection of Deans arms...or make sure John is ok. She bent over to check on John, glaring up at Dean..."You didn't have to do that." Dean yelled at her..."Lucky for you I don't hit women, you really are a slut. Get that piece of shit off my lawn and when he wakes up, tell him I quit." Having said that he slammed the door to his apartment. She tried to shake John awake...but realized he was down for the count. She took the beer he had in his pocket, opened it and poured it all over his face. His eyes opened, and she said "Come on dumb ass, let's go, I am supposed to get you off his lawn." They walked over to the truck and as he went to get in, she stopped him..."I am driving." Surprisingly he didn't argue with her, he walked over to the other side of the truck and got in. She drove them back to his house and helped him into the shower. When he was showered and dried off she made him some soup and delivered his meal to the couch. She busied herself around the house, picking up trash from the Thursday poker game. She washed up the few dishes and when he said..."What are you doing?" She walked up to him and said..."I was cleaning the mess up from last night. Done eating?" "Yes, thank you by the way." "Thank you for what." "Never mind. What are your plans for the night?" Laughing at him, she smiled and said, "I guess my plans don't matter anymore...what would you like me to do tonight?" "I'd like you to stay." "Good, cause your stuck with me now. Dean was the only chance i had to be away from you and now he is gone." She sat on the couch with him and then had an idea...she laid across his lap. "What are you doing?" Smiling she said..."providing an ample target to work off some aggression. Spank my ass until you forgive me...when i am forgiven lets not talk of it again. Over done with gone. She laid there for what seemed like an eternity waiting for him to start. He was thinking about it. Then the first slap came, followed by one right after another. Her skin had been warmed and now she needed him to turn up the heat. She looked at him and said..."He quit you know." The spanking got harder. The next words out of her mouth were..."He knocked you out cold you know." Again the smacks got harder still. She knew he wasn't done yet, he still was holding back and now it was time to make sure he didn't hold back, the only way this was going to work was if he got it all out of his system now...no second thoughts, no instant replays in his mind...only that he had punished her and she was forgiven. She looked up at him, took a deep breath and said, "What are you a pussy, is that all you got?" That is when the real slaps to her ass came. She had just insulted his manhood by calling him a pussy. When he was finished she had tears rolling out of her eyes, but no sound of crying. "Am I forgiven?" she asked quietly. "Yes." as he pushed her to the floor and said "Suck my cock and make it last until the game is over. If I cum before the game is over, your going to be sorry." He leaned back on the couch watching the game while she settled in between his legs with her face buried in his crotch, giving him a blowjob that lasted an hour. When the game was over he said..."Go down stairs and be on your knees when I get there." She ran down the stairs, stripping and dropping clothes along the way. She waited on his bed for him, on her knees. He fucked her from behind, not letting her cum, only using her pussy to get off in himself. As they collapsed in a heap on the bed, she quietly said...I love you. As she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep herself, he whispered in her ear...I love you too.