4 comments/ 94159 views/ 16 favorites Emily, The Good Time Girl Ch. 01 By: ErosBard The following story (and the subsequent stories I'm going to write about Emily) are completely fictitious. There's no real Emily, or is she based on anyone I know. She is just, in my mind, the quintessential slut that inhabits my most perverted fantasies. All of the stories in the "Emily, The Good Time Girl" series are written from her perspective, mostly because I have always loved stories about sluts written from their perspective. Some might find Emily exaggerated in a lot of ways, but she is and always was a fantasy and isn't supposed to be more than that. -EB * I am a slut. I use the word to describe myself not in a derogatory way but as a title to be proud of. Nothing makes me happier than to take cock, multiple cocks in every hole, especially my mouth. I'm not happy until I am on my back or on my knees receiving hard male meat. I do what I do because, quite honestly, I believe that I am God's gift to men. I do not think that he would have made me look the way I do or gift me with my libido, my deep throat ability or my complete lack of shame if I wasn't. I was put on this earth to please men, I was built for sex, and I take pride in the fact that I am a complete slut. I wasn't always that way, though. My parents were strict Irish Catholics who instilled in me at a very young age that my body was shameful. As a girl I developed much earlier than the rest of the girls, which not only I noticed but so did the boys. They leered at me through my conservative Catholic schoolgirl outfit, eying my round firm breasts and long, slender legs. To be honest, I loved the attention that the boys gave me but I was always told that such feelings were dirty, so they stayed in the back of my mind as I forced them down. I was a virgin until I was 21 when I married Mark, a pre-arranged marriage that my parents forced me into. Mark was cute enough, I suppose, but he was seriously buttoned down and far too interested in his career. I think through our marriage he always thought of me more as a trophy than as a wife. When I lost my virginity to him on our wedding night, tie sex seemed forced and very rigid, with no real variation. I thought that, now that I was married that I could release those feelings I'd kept inside for years. Mark had other ideas, however, and refused my requests to change it up, especially oral and anal sex, which he considered a sin. Still, I was happy, or at least I told myself that I was, at the time. Mark had a good job as an accountant making good money, and I was teaching Kindergarten and was actually really looking forward to a career. It's amazing how a moment of weakness, of sheer terror and desperation, can turn into the epiphany that will change your life forever. It turned out that my goody two-shoes husband wasn't so goody two-shoes after all. For years (apparently 2 years before I married him), he'd been embezzling money from his accounting firm. Steve, one of my husband's co workers, found out about it, and blackmailed us with his findings. Instead of money or favors, however, Steve wanted something else. Steve had seen me at an office mixer and decided that he wanted to arrange a little party. I was to arrive at his house, delivered by my husband, at 8 PM that Saturday night, dressed in what he described merely as "something slutty." Once there I was to have sex with not only him but six of his friends, while the entire encounter was filmed. "I want her from 8 to noon the next day, anything goes." That's what he said over the phone. Mark and I were both mortified at this thought. We discussed the situation and we argued and fought, but after a couple of days we both reached the conclusion that we had no choice; if we didn't comply, Mark would lose his job or worse we could both be in a lot of legal trouble. So it was decided. The day before I went shopping for clothes to wear to the little event. None of what I had now would really fit the bill. I ended up with my final outfit - a body-hugging low cut baseball shirt that clung to my body and breasts, exposing my cleavage visibly. The shirt was short at the midriff too, exposing my bellybutton and waist. For a bottom was a tiny, tiny white skirt that barely covered my ass at all, and on my feet was a pair of spiky acrylic 6 inch heels that clicked on the mall tiles as I walked. I didn't wear a bra but I wore a pair of lace panties I got at the lingerie shop. As I looked at myself in the mirror apply the candy red lipstick to my lips, my mind tried to force itself to think that I looked terrible and undignified, but I knew that I looked hot. Hot as hell. I loved how the top showed off the full breasts I'd had hidden for so long, and how the skirt and heels accentuated my legs as well. I teased my blond hair a bit so it flowed down my shoulder and pouted into the mirror. My husband escorted me into the car. He didn't look at me or talk to me on the entire car trip. He had a look of disgust in his face like I was some kind of disgusting whore. I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, if it wasn't for his criminal exploits I wasn't going to be gang-fucked by 7 strangers. When we pulled up, I was nervous. I got out of the car and my knees knocked together and I began to sweat. I took a step and the sound of my spiky heel hitting the asphalt echoed in my brain as if a train ran into a building. Steve was waiting there for me in the front yard, grinning at me and eying me up and down, pursing his lips and mouthing "damn" to himself. Steve was a damn nice looking guy, very muscular upper body, with medium length black hair and a tanned complexion, certainly not what you'd expect from an accountant.. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just a pair of jeans. As soon as I walked to him, he put his arm around my waist forcefully and pulled me towards him. "God damn," he exclaimed, his right hand automatically cupping my left breast, squeezing it firmly through the tight baseball shirt. "No bra. What a good little whore." His touch was very very rough, motivated completely by lust. At first I recoiled from his touch, but his other arm pulled me closer, sliding under my skirt and grabbing my ass. He hooked one finger into my panties. "What the fuck kind of dumb bitch wears panties to a gang bang?" he said, laughing. He lead me inside, hand still on my ass. I could hear the sound of my heels clicking on the linoleum tile as he led me into the living room. The living room spanned out widely, at the far end was a large entertainment center, across from it was a spacious fireplace. In the middle of the room was a round couch flanked on both sides by reclining chairs, filled with guys in various states of undress.. In the middle of the chairs was a glass coffee table, which a large punchbowl full of condoms, and a jar of K-Y next to it. My hear swam in both terror and excitement, as I tried desperately to ignore my hardening nipples and burning pussy. A wave of hoots and hollers came from the group as they all hastily got up to approach me, one of them holding a video camera. All of them eyed me with savage, animal lust, especially the camera guy, who panned slowly from my feet to my face, taking time to linger on my breasts, one of which was completely covered by Steve's hand as he held me from behind. By now I was more turned on than scared, with Steve's rough touch and the leering of the men. I was reminded of how the boys looked at me in high school and how much I loved the attention. The camera panned into my face. "What's your name, slut?", the camera guy asked. "E-Emily", I managed to stammer, my speech slurred by lust rather than fear. "And what are you here for?", he asked me again. By this point all of the guys were whipping their cocks out, ready to fuck the shit out of me. I'd never seen so many hard cocks in my life and I would have touched myself had Steve not pinned my arms back behind me. I got bolder with the camera, pouting into it. "My name is Emily, and I'm here to be gang banged." The guys roared as I said that and started to surround me. Steve let go of me and I lifted my arms over my head in complete surrender. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as my body was caressed by 7 pairs of hands, all of them rough, exploring my breasts, legs and ass. I felt different hands run their fingers along my pussy through my panties and I got even wetter as the fact that I didn't know who it was. Listening them talk about how they were going to fuck me drove me almost beyond control. They let me to the middle of the room, where Steve took charge. "Before we fuck you, you should probably get better acquainted with our cocks. On your knees, slut." He ordered, and I wasted no time. I dropped to my knees in front of him, and he placed one hand on the back of my head, burying it into his groin. I could feel the bulge of his cock through his jeans and I wanted, no - needed- it in my mouth. Now. I undid his pants and eagerly opened my mouth, as his hand moved my head forward onto his shaft. It was at that moment that I had my epiphany, what all of those feelings I had my entire life meant - why I look the way I do and why I was born. I was born to suck cock. "Mmmmmmm", I cried as it slid across my tongue, like it was the most delectable thing I'd ever tasted, because quite truly, it was. Steve had a 7 inch erection and I was eagerly sucking the first four inches in long, thirsting, wet strokes, up and down. Almost by instinct I knew to keep my teeth back and to work the tongue along the underside of the shaft. The camera zoomed in on my face as the men hooted and hollered. "Yeah, suck that fucking cock", they cried. Steve pulled out of my mouth before I could suck him to completion and the next man stood i front of me, holding his cock to my face, which I eagerly slurped into my mouth. I sucked each guy in turn, none of them to their finish, just enough to get acquainted with their erections. I fell in love with cocksucking and was disappointed when they picked me up off of my knees and moves me to the couch. "Bend over, baby.", Steve ordered and I did as he commanded. I bent over the back of the couch I felt a pair of hands pull my panties down past my tiny little skirt and a finger slide right into my very wet pussy. "OOOH, fuck!" I cried, as I instantly climaxed just from the touch. "Damn, this bitch is fucking ready!" he exclaimed, and oh god, was he ever right. Soon he slid the entire length of his cock inside me, both hands grabbing my hips and fucking for all he was worth. Each man sampled me as I was bent over the couch. The entire night was an absolute blur that would be too long to describe here, but I had two particular favorite moments during the night. The first was when I was introduced to standing DP. One of the men who fucked me on the couch scooped my legs up into his arms, picking me up and lifting me into the air. His hands were on my ass, and he would pick me up an drop me onto his cock, using my own weight to thrust. It was the most amazing sensation and the feeling of complete helplessness made it even better. I was completely helpless, suspended in the air, held up by his arms and cock, being fucked. I didn't think it could get any better until one of the others got behind me, putting his hands on my ass, spreading the cheeks and slipping his hard, throbbing member into my ass. I screamed myself hoarse as the they double teamed me, the combined sensation driving me above and beyond the crest of ecstasy. After both men and shot their loads in my pussy and ass, they handed me to the next pair who took over right from the same position. I must have been passed around like that 3 or 4 times until I almost passed out from the sensation. The second developed my love of the taste of cum. After hours of relentless pounding the men had laid me down on a mattress, where they let me rest for a bit. I lay there, Legs and body writing in absolute pleasure, my hands rubbing my breasts as they smeared the collected cum from the many fuckings into them. I was exhausted and sore but the feel of the cum leaking from my well used pussy and ass dripping down onto the mattress made me horny again. The points of my high heels (the only thing I had left on by now) dug into the edge of the mattress as I managed to eke out a tired "fuck me" under my breath. This caught the cameraman's attention, who turned to me, panning over my tired, cum-soaked body, finally panning into my face. "Fuck the fucking shit out of me." I said, more forcefully. The guys turned to me as I said that, quickly surrounding the bed. "I hate to make a beautiful woman beg", Steve chimed in. He was, as always, the first to fuck me. He propped my legs in his arms, my high heels resting on his shoulders and he thrust into me forcefully, the sound of his cock inside my sopping pussy made a viscous sucking noise and he pumped again and again. Before long, he climaxed inside me, with a grunt he withdrew, pulling the condom off of his cock. "Open your mouth, slut." He commanded. I did as he demanded as he poured the contents of his condom directly into my mouth, using a finger to scoop in anything that spilled. I had tasted it tonight, but not this much; it was like sweet, life giving ambrosia and I longed to swallow the salty, acrid nectar. "Don't swallow. Wait. Hold it in your mouth", he said to me, and I did, reluctantly. The smell of it just inches from my nose made me even hornier as the next guy in line picked up my legs and placed them on his shoulders, fucking me violently until he pulled his condom off of his cock and dumped his delicious seed into the pool in my waiting, eager mouth. Each guy took his turn fucking my sloppy pussy and when they were done, each man poured his load into my mouth, which had a hard time holding it all. As my back arched in pleasure, cum spilled out of my mouth and into my hair, matting it to the mattress underneath of it. By the time every guy had fucked me again, My mouth was full and I wanted more than anything to swallow the slippery, nutritious seed that was pooled in my mouth. Steve took the camera and aimed it at my face. "Alright, baby, now swallow it." I tilted my head back, trying to contain it all in my lips, and forcing it down in one big gulp. It was like heaven, and afterwards I couldn't help but belch up a little bit of the massive offering of cum. The next morning, one of the men had picked me up from the mattress and carried me into the living room where the men were assembled. All of them were sitting on the couch or the adjacent chairs, watching the entertainment center, where I heard the fateful words that started the whole thing: "My name is Emily, and I'm here to be gang banged." The men were watching the tape they made of my slut exploits last night. I knew they brought me in here for round two as the movie played, but this time I was going to do it on my terms. "How about I suck each and every one of your cocks while you watch?" The men were exhausted from the gang bang as was I and didn't argue. The guy that was carrying me set me down on the floor and I sat up on my knees to service him first. He had a 6 inch cock which I could easily take all the way down, the head of it being nestled in the front of my throat as I took long, slow wet strokes, sucking from base to tip while he fondled my breasts. It didn't take long for him to reward me with his delicious cum, which I opened my mouth to show him before I swallowed. I did exactly as I said, blowing each of the guys in turn to completion. I never left my knees. After blowing the guy that carried me, I crawled over to the guy sitting in one of the reclining chairs and gave his cock the same treatment. I didn't use my hands at all, my hands resting on their thighs or chests as I blew each one to a delicious conclusion, happily crawling kneeling, sucking cock after delicious hard cock. After I had finished, I got up and took a shower, walking out of the house wearing nothing but the high heels I came in on. My husband picked me up outside, mortified at the fact and began to call me a whore and a slut. "You're right Mark, I am a slut. A dirty, filthy, cum swallowing slut. I fucked and sucked 7 guys and I finally found my purpose in life. I'm leaving you. Goodbye." and I walked away from his car with a smile. I was free of my repressive shackles and the real me had finally awakened. And this was only the beginning. * Next - The Blow job Party Emily, The Good Time Girl Ch. 02 Being gang banged for the first time was the most amazing experience of my life. It was the first time I'd truly felt alive, the first time I'd truly felt free. Being lusted over, being used, being completely free and to fuck and suck as many cocks as I want filled me with a sense of purpose. I knew that my body was not to be ashamed of but appreciated and shared with as many men as possible. I'd always wondered why I looked the way I did: full firm C cup breasts, long slender legs, full pouty lips, blond hair and green eyes, with a physique that always seemed to stay in shape. I was born for the sole purpose of sharing this body with as many men as I could and I could not wait to embark on my new life as a slut. My divorce from Mark was quick and painless; Mark wanted nothing to do with me after my epiphany, and to make sure that proceedings went my way I paid a little visit to Mark's lawyer, a man in his early 50's, and I blew him at his desk. I told him that he could fuck me any time he wanted if he blew the case for Mark. That was all it took and within a week and a half it was settled. The first thing I did after the divorce was rework my wardrobe. All of my conservative clothing went into the fireplace. I replaced the entire collection with the sluttiest clothing I could find. All of my shoes were replaced with spiky heels and all of my pants were replaced with miniskirts and tight vinyl and leather ass-hugging pants. I didn't just need to be hot to trot, I had to look the part as well. As I discarded my high-buttoned blouses and khaki pants, I felt incredibly liberated and wondered why it took me so long to do this. Now that I was finally free of the shackles of my former life, I could not wait to dive right into my newly awakened slutdom. Smiling impishly, I picked up the phone and dialed Steve, the man who blackmailed my husband and organized my gang bang in the first place. I had an idea. My heart raced as I waited for him to pick up. "Hello?" "Hi.", I tried to sound sexy in a husky voice like Kathleen Turner, but I think I failed miserably. "Steve. This is Emily. Remember? The hot blond that you and your friends fucked the shit out of?" "Fuck, bitch.", he responded. "How could I forget a slut like that? You're a hot piece of ass.". Steve talked to me like I was a piece of meat and quite honestly, my pussy was drenched. "If you're calling about the tape, too bad. There's nothing you can do about any of it." My hand caressed the inside of my thigh like it had a mind of it's own ,moving slowly towards my pussy. I ran a finger over the slit through my very soaked panties as I spoke to Steve. I let loose a purr of excitement into the phone before I spoke again. "I don't think you understand. Your cocks were wonderful. I could fuck and suck them dry all night. I can still taste your cum on my tongue. It's so good. Like honey. " I purred at him again, my excitement building. "Mm mm, god. I wish I was on my knees right now, sucking cock after cock...... after cock." "Happy to be of service, baby.", Steve replied back with bravado. "Why don't you come on down? I'll give you something to suck on." "Oh, will you?", I asked in a pouty voice. "That's actually why I called. I love to suck cock. Really, really, really love to suck cock. It's all I think about. I see something that even looks like a cock, and I just...", I added a pause, sucking my finger into my mouth, taking a loud, wet stroke of it into the phone. "Mmmmph," I moaned along, slurping it all back down into my mouth. "..I just need to suck on it." "God damn, I guess I turned you into a total fucking slut.", Steve blurted, his excitement becoming rapidly apparent. "That can be easily arranged. Just name the time and the place, baby." "Well...", this was it. My heart was absolutely racing and my pussy was burning out of control. "I really want to work on my cock sucking technique. I just don't think one cock will do." "What do you have in mind?" "A blow job party." My panties were drenched in my excretions by now as I pulled them aside to finger myself. "Big cocks. As many as you can. I blow each guy one after the other. I want them to tell me how to suck their cocks. " My body quivering at my own touch as my back arched in the chair. "You want another gang bang? Done and done." "No, not a gang bang. A blow job party. No fucking, at least not until I say so. Just cock sucking. I crave cocks in my mouth. I need their seed sliding down my throat. I want men using my mouth as a fuck toy. " Steve paused for a minute, probably out of shock. " Okay , slut. I'll happily oblige your little request. You come by this Friday and I'll have cocks for you to suck." "Oh, god, yes!", I cried into the phone as I brought myself to climax. "I'll be there, on my knees like a good slut." My speech slurred from the climax and I panted breathings into the phone. "They had better be ready, because I'm going to drain their balls into my stomach." The days flew by in a blur as Friday rolled around. I got a call from Steve promptly at 8 PM that night letting me know that the guys were ready for me to blow them. He told me that the guys were from the gym that he goes to and he personally inspected the goods, so I was going to be in for a wild night. "I hope so", was all I could say as I sashayed in front of the mirror to get dressed for it. I put on a sheer see-through black push up bra, which not only pushed my breasts up but close together. The bra had a lace trim and you could clearly see my nipples from under the very thin fabric. I wore a matching black thong and 6 inch black heels, and some very sheer black stockings with went halfway up my thighs. I hated to cover my legs at all but I figured that I was going to spend the whole night on my knees so it seemed very practical. Instead of lipstick I put on some shiny lip gloss. I didn't want to stripe the guy's cocks. For a final touch I put my hair into two schoolgirl pig tails, not just to keep the hair out of my face while I gave head, but also to help the guys guide my head as it bobbed in their laps. When I got there, Steve was waiting for me outside in the yard, just like he was the night I was gang banged. I took the initiative, sashaying up to him with my hands on my hips, pouting. "Hi. Emily's Door to Door Blow Job Service? I'm here to suck a room full of hard cocks?" "You came to the right place, baby.", Steve said, his hands automatically gravitating towards my breasts as he tweaked my nippled hard through the sheer fabric. My hand moved directly to his thigh. "You want the first blow job before I work the room? I'll get on my knees right here.", I offered. "No", his voice choked with lust and he spoke in distracted fragments. " I want to watch you first. I'm going to get mine last." Steve led me inside. The house was dark except for some very dimmed lamps that rested in the corner. The glass table that was there during my gang bang was pushed to the side. In it's place were rows of pillows and cushions for my knees. The couch and the chairs were put into a half-circle. I absolutely salivated seeing the men there, all naked with their cocks out, many of them stroking themselves hard in preparation for my mouth. The couch and the chairs with all full, and there were 4 guys standing, one between each break between the couch and chairs and two standing on either side of the front of the couch. Steve stripped down and took a seat in one of the reclining chairs. It was a veritable forest of hard, throbbing cocks and I licked my lips in anticipation. The one that caught my eye the most belonged to the massive black man in the middle of the couch, who had an erection that was at least 9 inches long. "Hi. I'm Emily. And I'm going to suck each and every one of your cocks.", I said to them in my playful tiny voice. After that I wasted no time, dropping to all fours and crawling over to one of the men that was standing, sitting up on my knees and staring his cock right in the face. I planted one hand on his thigh and the other reached up for his chest. One of his hands gravitated directly to my breast, roughly kneading it, his other hand on the back of my head, using a pig tail like a fulcrum and pushing my head towards his cock. The salty taste of the head turned me on as it slid down, almost to the base, 6 inches of hard cock in my mouth. "Oh, fuck yeah", he sighed under his breath as I started sucking, taking long almost milking strokes up and down the shaft, pausing only to run my tongue along the crest of the head, my head moving back down to the base of his cock, repeating hungrily until he filled my mouth with the first delectable load of the night. I took a moment to savor the acrid offering and looked up at him, opening my mouth to show him. Then, with a playful grin, I closed my mouth and swallowed it in one big gulp. The entire room cheered me on as I shifted on my knees to the next guy, who was standing right next to the guy I just blew. He had a 7 to 8 inch erection that curved up in a banana shape. "Time to suck, bitch.", he said to me, placing both hands on my head and forcing it down onto his throbbing shaft. He pushed down furiously, forcing his curved cock down into my throat. I gagged as the shape of his member blocked the air passage in my throat, my hands pushing off of his thighs. "Steve said that you want to learn to suck cock, so I'm going to teach you to deep throat.", he barked at me. Grabbing both pigtails, he yanked my head off of his cock, then just as forcibly pushing it back in again. I choked and my face turned red, ribbons of spit tracing from my lips to the base of his cock. :"Just relax your throat while I fuck it", he commanded. There was little I could do but relax my neck and let him fuck my mouth. He did all the work from that point on and eventually shot his massive, sticky wad into my mouth, which made me gag a little bit as a small stream ran off of my face. I swallowed down what I could, using my finger to scoop up the remainder that ran down onto my chin, sucking it off of my finger as I looked up at the guy. "Thank you." I managed to eke out to him as I crawled on all fours to the guy sitting in the first reclining chair. His cock was almost as large as the last guy's, but wasn't curved but rather wedge shaped. After propping my arms on his thighs my mouth lowered down onto his hard member. I ran my lips along the side of his shaft, flicking my tongue along the ridge of the head, then moving down to lick the balls, slowly working my wet tongue along the groove in his balls all the way up to the tip along the delicate underside of his cock. "Yeah, that's it Emily", he said to me. He was a lot more gentle, one hand holding my head and gently guiding my sucking, the other resting on my shoulder, gently massaging. "Caress my balls with your hand – not too hard.." I did as he asked, slowly running my hand up his thigh to cup his velvety sac. "Work the tongue along the underside.", he gently urged, my head bobbing up and down in his lap. When he came in my mouth, I showed him the load, swishing it around a bit in my mouth before devouring it hungrily. "I need more cum." I said in a breathy voice as I crawled to the feet of the man who stood next to the couch. He pushed my head down, bending down to make me kiss his feet, which I did like I submissive little whore. After that he picked me up by my hair, ordering me to relax my head and just work my lips and tongue as he controlled my motion. I obeyed, sucking as he pulled me head back and working my tongue as he pushed me down, twisting the tongue in circles all the way down. He eventually blew his load, which slid down my throat effortlessly. "Your cum is delicious, Master.", I said to him as I bent down, kissing his feet before crawling over to start sucking cocks on the couch. As I crawled over, kneeling between the legs of the fifth guy I was going to blow tonight, I couldn't help but notice the black man's massive member, which was so large and fierce that I could visibly see it throbbing for me. "Hi baby. Suck my dick?" The fifth guy said to me as he looked down at me. "I live to suck cock." Was my only response. And it was true, especially at that moment. "Too much talk, not enough suck", the man said as he pointed down to his crotch. I couldn't agree more with him as I planted both hands on his well muscles of his chest, admiring the tone in his pectorals as I blew him. By this point I was getting very used to deep throating. As he pushed my head down, the head of his cock spent a lot of time on my tonsils as I started to perfect my craft. I twisted my head to the side as it ended my throat, his body tensing and groaning in unison with the sensation. Midway through, I felt a strong pair of hands fondling my ass. "Ohh, yeah baby, you are one juicy piece of white meat." It was the black man, his hands moving from my ass down to my pussy, which glistened with moisture, the flimsy black thong clinging to my skin. He ran his finger along the lips of my pussy up the crack of my ass, moving back along to fondle my body. My mouth was filled by a massive wad of sperm shortly after, the guy I was blowing shooting it into my mouth in jagged spurts. It was a lot, and white beads of cum dripped slowly off of my lips and down my chin, a single drop landing between my cleavage. I swallowed what would fit in my mouth and looked up at the man, grinning like a chesire cat. "Baby, you give great fucking head." His words made me immensely happy and more glad than ever that I was doing this. I had just sucked 5 cocks, one right after the other, swallowing their loads, and it filled me with pride knowing that I was pleasing them. The black man pulled me over to him, his hand already cupping my breast as I shifted on my knees between his legs. "Ready to suck the black snake?" He asked me. I simply smiled and nodded. "Cum in my fucking mouth. I need more." He grabbed both of my pigtails in each hand and started to instruct me, making me lick his balls and asshole before I moved up to his massive cock, which looked like a black tree trunk from where I was. Take it deep.", He ordered, pushing my head down onto his tool. My lips parted wide, thinning into glossy, semen stained pencil lines around his cock and he forced it, inch by inch, into my waiting throat. I was so glad to have sucked all of those cocks to prepare for his. Before long I had all 9 and a half inches in my mouth and in my throat. I could feel the shaft bend gently as it fit in my throat, making a tight seal. "OHH, Fuck!" he cried out. "Better than pussy!" I blew him slowly, taking the entire thing in my throat first, moving my head back and forth as my tongue worked the base and stuck out slightly to tickle is balls. I then took a long, slow stroke all the way to the tip, swirling around the opening before slowly taking it all back down and starting again. He shot a gigantic wad that slid right down the back of my throat. My pussy throbbed with heat and lust as his member sat in my throat jerking it's honey. I imagined what a massive tool like that would feel in my pussy and ass. I crawled over and blew the last two guys before Steve, neither of them lasted very long having been far too excited watching me blow their friends. I didn't begrudge them for that, and I swallowed their cum anyway, thanking them for their delectable seed and telling them how good it tasted. Finally, there was only Steve left. He beckoned over to me. "Let's see what you've learned, slut." He said to me. I crawled over on my elbows like a cat, purring at his feet before sitting up and burying my head in his waiting lap. I pulled out all the stops, demonstrating all of the techniques I'd learned tonight. I started slow, then fast, working my lips and tongue along the underside, then on the head, licking his balls and eating his asshole before finally deep throating him and letting him park his lust custard right on my waiting tongue. After blowing Steve, I held his load in my mouth and crawled to the middle of the room. I showed everyone Steve's load resting behind my tongue, then tilted my head back and swallowed. The room burst out in applause. Steve walked over to my kneeling form, and I clung to his leg and rested my head on his thigh. "Let's hear it for Emily, the dirty little slut that sucked 8 cocks and swallowed 8 loads tonight!" As the guys stood up and walked over to their clothes, they patted me on the head, saying that I was a great cocksucker and telling me what a fantastic slut I was. I licked their cocks as they passed me thanking them for contributing. This was the happiest part of the night for me. I could feel their cum sloshing around in my stomach, and I could still taste the blended taste of cum, cock and anus. The men loved the experience and I was contented. stood up for the first time all night and moved towards the door, stopping the black man from leaving at the last second. He closed the door and Steve spun around As I did so. I reached over and grabbed both of their groins, stroking their already re-hardening cocks through their pants. "I need to be fucked.", was all I had to say. The men carried me over to the couch and I spent the rest of the night being fucked by them and giving them blow jobs. I would lie across the lap of one, blowing the other while getting fingered until I was horny and needed to be fucked again, then they would pick me up and give me both of their cocks while I was suspended in the air. This was the first of many blow job parties, some of which were hosted by Steve, others I hosted myself. Most of them degenerated into gang bangs, especially when I was joined by slut friends I'd met in my exploits as a good time girl. But that will have to wait for another story. Emily, The Good Time Girl Ch. 03 When you live my lifestyle, you get precious few chances to make real friends. It makes sense, really. Most women hate me, saying that I'm a disgrace to what women have fought so hard for. Personally, I disagree with them, I feel that my promiscuous nature isn't demeaning but empowering. Men had done what I do for centuries, so why is it that today in our "liberated" society, is it still shameful for a woman to do it? Besides, I think that they're just jealous of me because I have a fantastic body and men pay attention to me because I am a slut. Men discuss their conquests and brag about the women they'd had sex with. So why can't I brag about being gang banged and all the cocks I'd sucked? Which is why this story is particularly dear to me. It's the story about how I met the first person that I really considered an honest and true friend: Someone that not only understands and appreciates my lifestyle but is a slut herself. She was the first person that I could really relate to and talk to about my lifestyle and how happy promiscuity makes me. It all started when I lost my job as a teacher. I was called before the school board and was told that my demeanor and dress was not appropriate for an Elementary school environment. I guess heels, a tight black mini-tee with the words "I Swallow" in white print and a matching black miniskirt didn't match their dress code. I offered to fuck and suck any of the male members of the school board to allow me to keep my job, which apparently insulted them as they threw me out without any references. At first I lamented the loss of my teaching job but I realized that a job like that didn't really fit into my new lifestyle at all. I need a job where I could dress the way I wanted to, act the way I wanted to, and was constantly surrounded by men. With that in mind, I decided to take a job as a stripper. I walked in through the front door of The Cathouse dressed to kill, or at the very least, to fuck. I wore a 2 piece vinyl outfit in hot pink, a push-up halter top with a dipping cleavage and skin-tight pink vinyl pants. Completing the ensemble was a pair of pink platform heels, different from the spiky ones I normally wear but I thought that these complimented the ensemble. I was led to the manager's office by Spike, the bouncer, who is at least 6 foot 5, incredibly muscular and has a shaved head. I could only imagine what his cock was like and made a point to find out later. With a smile, a playfully ran my hand across the bulge in his pants as I sauntered over to the door. "Oh, baby, shake that pretty little thing in here", said a voice from inside the room. I took a step inside and the man at the desk sat up to greet me, his gaze panning from my high heeled feet up to my face. "My name is Max.", the man behind the desk told me. He was okay looking really – blue club style blazer suit with patching pants and mirrored sunglasses. His blond hair was tousled and a bit unkempt and he smelled strongly of aftershave. "What's your name, sweetheart?", he asked me in his smarmy voice. I could tell that he was fascinated with my breasts, which I cradled with my arms, pushing them even closer together. "Emily", I squeaked playfully. I bounced up and down on my heels slightly to make my breasts bounce in unison. I giggled girlishly as I lifted my arms over my head at the same time, slightly arching my back. The way it made Max's eyes bug out, you'd think he could fuck me with them. "Well Emily, you certainly got the look, and you certainly got the attitude, but let's see if you got the heart for it", he said to me, grinning. I already knew what he wanted from me next. "Let's see those tits." I happily obliged, reaching around to unclasp the vinyl top, whipping it across the room. I put my hands over my head again, swaying my hips back and forth to imaginary music. I looked over at Max, who was gawking me like a hawk looking at a mouse and my nipples immediately became hard with excitement. "That's fucking amazing. Now let's see that ass.", and with those words, I unzipped the pink vinyl pants, letting them slide down my long legs slowly as I shook my ass, until bending over with my ass facing him, picking them up and throwing them onto the couch. "Oh, good lord, you are fucking hot.", Max said, shifting in his chair. I could tell that he had the hard-on of his life Men are so predictable, because I could already hear in my head what he was going to ask me to do next. "You definitely got the goods, but there's one last thing you have to do to prove to me that you've got the dedication for this job.". "Gee, I hope the final test is to give you a blow job.", I squeaked, licking my finger up and down. "Because I love, absolutely love to suck cock." Max was speechless. He could barely contain himself as I dropped to all fours, crawling over to him, looking up at him with a grin as I undid his fly with my teeth. I pulled his already erect cock out from his pants, precum already causing the head to glisten. With a flick of my tongue I cleaned the tip, moaning deeply with delight. "Mmmm, delicious", I purred before slowly sliding the length of his cock into my mouth, resting my nose in his pubic bush and taking the first long stroke all the way back up to the tip. Max didn't last very long even though I tried to draw out the blow job. He shot a thick load into my mouth which drew into web like strands in my mouth. Opening my mouth to show him, I swallowed the entire load in one go, licking my lips with animalistic satisfaction, rocking back onto my knees as I smiled up at him. "Oh my fucking god, baby", he said to me, breathlessly." You definitely have the job." And so began my career as a stripper. I worked under the name "Emily, The Good Time Girl" and the experience was highly uplifting for me. I loved getting the men hard and I often relieved their sexual tension in the VIP lounge. Sometimes blow jobs, sometimes gang bangs, I loved every minute of it and I never charged anyone for it. I'm a slut, not a whore, after all. But the greatest moment from my time working at The Cathouse was when I met Daisy. Daisy was a stripper at The Cathouse that shared the same dressing area as myself. The first time I saw her, I thought she was absolutely gorgeous. Her wavy red hair was a contrast to my straight blond hair. Her breasts were a bit larger than mine also, with a full natural D cup. We had a lot in common physically as well though; we both had green eyes, and long slender legs. Her body is absolutely stunning, and though I'd never admit it to anyone, I have to say I'm jealous of the muscle tone in her stomach. We got to talking during down time, and I told her about my epiphany and change in lifestyle, about how my husband was blackmailed and how the subsequent gang bang changed my life forever. She told me about her own epiphany into slutdom, and how the first time she was gang banged was in high school, when she pretended to be drunk so that a cute boy would take advantage of her, which eventually led to her fucking and sucking him and 5 of his friends. She was the first woman to not only understand but to share my lifestyle and we became inseparable in a very short time. Our first real bonding experience came a week or so after I started working there when Daisy told me about something she does to raise some extra money on the side. During the summer, a lot of frat parties hired strippers for entertainment. When she told me this, I smiled and came up with a plan for us to both make some money and to have some fun at the same time. Two naked sluts like us loose in a house full of horny men was simply too hot of an opportunity to pass up. Daisy agreed to follow my lead as we headed to our dressing room to get ready. I went in a green polka-dot motif: green polka dot bikini top with matching vinyl green miniskirt and a pair of white heels. Daisy was clad in a white body-hugging party dress, with a neckline that plunged down into a V, exposing more than a little cleavage, with a super-tight skirt that clung to her shapely thighs. On her feet below her sequin anklets was a pair of white strap-on heels. We looked at each other with knowing smirks, because tonight we were two sluts that were up to no good. We could hear the music blaring from the frat house when we pulled into the crowded parking lot. Daisy and myself took each other arm in arm, wrapping our arms around each other's waists as we sashayed towards the front door, swaying our hips in unison. The men coming out of their cars in the parking lot hooted and hollered as we approached and I shook a bit for them. I loved the attention of their lusting stares and my pussy was already soaking wet. As we rang the doorbell, the door opened as the pungent aroma of pot and beer poured forth like a tsunami, followed closely by a barrage of loud college-rock. The doorman, a very well built blond guy in a blue letterman jacket, answered the door. "Hi, we're Emily and Daisy, the strippers you ordered?" I squeaked. Daisy drove the point home by nipping at my ear, running her hand along my side slowly to cup a breast in her hand. Her touch was so much different from the men that had fucked me, it was soft and supple, her hands moved with a lithe delicacy as if she was handling her own breast instead of mine. I returned her attention, turning my head around to kiss her gently on the lips, licking them softly. We both grinned at each other with impish grins as the cute blond led us inside. I grabbed his ass playfully as he hurried over to the CD changer to put on some music to strip to. Daisy and myself shot knowing glances to each other. "Here we go. Follow my lead". I said to her, smiling. The music started bumping, which was our queue I sauntered over to the pool table hand in hand with Daisy. I had two of the boys "help me up" onto the table, and their rough, groping hands on my legs and ass made me even hotter. We took opposite sides of the pool table. I crawled across the table, slowly, with my ass in the air, my face practically rubbing against the felt. My pussy was soaking wet and it got even wetter knowing that every man in the room could see it glistening underneath my green miniskirt. I looked up to see Daisy grinding slowly along to the thumping bass of the music, bending down and running her hands up her legs and body all the way to her full breasts. I sat up onto my knees, arching my back and running my fingers through my hair. The men were screaming to see some flesh, so I reached down and unhooked the hinge to my bikini top, whipping it into the crowd. Men dove and scrambled to pick it up. I decided to give them a little preview of what they were going to get later, running my tongue along the underside of my finger and began to suck it like a cock, sucking all the way down to the knuckle, closing my eyes in faux concentration as I worked my jaw all the way back to the tip, and then back down again. I feel a gentle hand on the back of my head as I turn around. Standing there is the beautiful Daisy, running her hands through my hair like I was her pet, completely naked save for a pair of heels and a garter on her right thigh. I sit up onto my knees in front of her as if I was giving her a blow job, both of her hands resting on the back of my head, pushing down into her crotch. I had never been so close to another woman's pussy before. It was gorgeous, glistening in front of me in arousal. To tease her, I licked her pussy lips slowly around the edge, only barely poking my tongue past them. I could feel Daisy tense up as she dug her fingernails into my skull, raking with pleasure as her back arched. By now the pool table was surrounded by men, and Daisy and I were posing in various sexual positions. First, I would lay on my back with my legs spread as Daisy lay between them, pretending to fuck me missionary style. We switched with her on all fours and me behind her pretending to enter doggiesyle. It wasn't until Daisy was spooning me from behind, my leg propped up against hers as she pretended to fuck me from behind that our plan came to fruition and the men could take no more teasing. The men had gathered on both sides of the table now and began to pull us apart to opposite sides of the pool table. I closed my eyes and let the men do whatever they wanted with me, growing more and more horny as what seemed to be infinite sets of hands explored my body. I lay on my back, my pussy and ass lined up with the edge of the pool table as more than one pair of hands held my legs apart and into the air. My body was ablaze with harlotrous lust as myriad hands groped me, awaiting for penetration. I arched my back and reached my hands around to grab the other edge of the pool table. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!", I screamed at the room full of men, my crest almost intolerable. I had to have cocks in me one after the other. It didn't take long to oblige, the first one being the cute blond kid with the letterman jacket that answered the door for us. Only this time, he was completely naked, stroking his beautiful 8 inch erection. He wasted no time, planting his hands on my hips and sliding in every inch of his rock hard cock. "OHHHHH, my FUCKING God!", I cried, climaxing instantly. His gorgeous tool worked in and out of my pussy vigorously, the lips forming a tight seal around the base as he thrust in and out of me. I closed my eyes shut and almost cried as the head of his cock tickled the very tip my clit with every forceful, sucking thrust. He eventually shot his load inside me and I could feel it gush in spurts, then seep out. The next guy took over right where he left off, wasting no time to ran my gaping pussy with his member. With rough hands, he gripped onto my shoulders for support, fucking me for all he was worth. His thrusts were so forceful that the table began to shake under me, m Before long, his seed intermingled with the previous load, my pussy dripping with cum. "More. Oh my god, more!" was all I could muster. The men were taking too long to fill my eager cunt with cock and I began to buck my hips, waiting to accept another cock, any cock to fill the lusting void. A pair of rough hands grabbed the cheeks of my ass, spreading them apart as the next guy began to slide his hard meat into my asshole. The sensation was unbelievable as my anus began to tightly constrict around his well lubed cock, my bucking hips in unison with his thrusting. I let out a long scream as he fucked me in the ass and the men cheered their frat brother on. "Fuck that slut right in her tight little ass" was shouted over the growing din of excited male voices. My screams were soon muffled as a hard, delicious cock was laid across the lips of my open mouth. Pursing my lips slightly, I stuck out the very tip of my tongue as the cock moved slowly across. I loved the salty taste of his manhood as it grazed along my tongue, the musky scent of his balls just inches from my face made me want to suck his throbbing cock to completion. His hand grabbed my hair, turning my head sideways and I opened my mouth wide to accept his pulsing cock. He moved my head back and forth on his cock and I worked my jaws and tongue with his guidance, sucking him to a very satisfying climax that filled my mouth with his savory offering of lust. I let a small bead of it run down my chin and down my neck before I swallowed his load. By now, the cock in my ass had released it's generous gift of cum as the two men that were holding up my legs moved in to take their turns with me. One stepped between my legs, propping them up on his arms as he thrust forward, impaling my pussy on his cock like a lance. Instead of immediately fucking me, he put both hands on my ass, lifting me up into the air, held up only by his hands and the turgid force of his erection. Pushing up with his hands slightly, he bounced me on his cock mid-air, each thrust driven by my own weight. My legs kicked slightly as I sat floating, helpless in midair. Another pair of hands joined his on my ass as my cheeks were parted, the cock impaling my pussy joined by another one in my awaiting asshole. "OHHHHHHH!", I screamed, almost making myself hoarse from the unbelievable sensation. I had two massive cocks inside me, one in my pussy and the other in my ass, completely filling me. The feeling of fullness drove me to the brink of ecstasy as I could feel their cocks rubbing together through the thin wall of flesh that separated them. The two jackhammered my holes relentlessly, picking me up and dropping me on their cocks over and over and over until I nearly passed out from pleasure. While being double-fucked in the floating position I managed to get a glimpse at Daisy. She was on all fours on the floor, being fucked doggiestyle while sucking another guy's cock. Her flowing red hair had become streaked with long creamy stands of semen as she worked, bucking her hips backward to meet the thrusts while sucking the cock from the base to the tip. Both men were rough with her, pulling her hair and slapping her ass as they used her. I have no idea how many guys fucked Daisy and myself that night. The men did whatever they wanted to us, including making us kneel down back to back in the middle of the floor and give each of them head one after the other. By morning, both of us lay on our backs in the middle of the floor, spent and naked, absolutely drenched from head to toe in sticky wads of cum. I was very tired yet very happy as I rubbed their mingled loads into my breasts, my legs squirming with bliss from the residual pleasure of the countless orgasms. My tongue bore the aftertaste of untold blow jobs and I was happy and contented. Suddenly, I felt something warm and moist on my foot. It was Daisy, her warm lips kissing the top of my feet. Daisy gently licked my foot, slowly moving up my calf, the tip of her tongue meeting the streaks of cum that ran down it. "Mmmm", Daisy purred as she cleaned the cum off of my calf, leisurely working her way up to my knee as he stuck her hands between my thighs, parting them and moving her lovely red head between them. By now, whatever men were still awake had gathered around cheering us on as Daisy worked her magic. My high heels locked behind her ass as I wrapped my legs around her, her tongue licking way the generous loads of semen on my lower thighs. Her hands reached up to caress my breasts as she inched upward towards my pussy, now dripping with cum and excitement. This was the first time I'd ever really known a woman's touch. Daisy's tongue was soft and delicate, and very knowing. Her hands on my breasts were gentle and nurturing as they caressed lovingly. My back arched as Daisy began to lick the cum from my pussy, first in long hard licks, then soft, her tongue probing around my clit and cleaning it of the collected seed. Her head turned sideways as her tongue and lips played with my clitoris, my back arching more and more until I had a brutal, earth shaking orgasm and she had licked my pussy clean of cum. Turning my head, I tried to bite into the letterman jacket underneath me as waves of pleasure engulfed my entire body. My fingers ran through Daisy's hair, which was matted with cum as her tongue inched from the space between my pussy and ass down into my cum-filled anus. Her knowing tongue worked miraculously as it had liberated my ass of the flowing river of semen that poured forth from it. I closed my eyes and lay back in surrender. Daisy was now kissing her way up my body, stopping to lick up the pools of cum that had collected on it Before long she had cleaned my breasts and neck of semen and after she licked the cum off of my face, we lay in each other's arms, kissing, my legs and arms locked around her. The remaining men were begging for an encore and I simply had to oblige them as I tasted cum and pussy juices in Daisy's kiss. I rolled her onto her back, burying my head between her gorgeous D-cup breasts, my nose and tongue hungrily lapping the cum from between them. Emily, The Good Time Girl Ch. 03 It was a surreal experience licking the cum off of another woman's body. Everything was different: The taste, the smell, the feel of the skin and the shape of a woman's supple frame compared to that of a man's. I licked Daisy's pussy and asshole clean of cum the way she did for me, the mixture of pussy juices and cum was a new and wonderful experience for me. Daisy and myself licked each other clean in front of the remaining men, eventually licking each other to orgasm in the 69 position When we were finished, we sat up on our knees and blew whatever guys were left. We didn't even bother trying to find our clothes amongst the mingled garments; chances are they were ruined anyway. When we got home we explored each other's bodies again until we both collapsed into a heap of naked flesh, exhausted and satisfied. The next week, Daisy and I moved into an apartment together. For the first time I felt like I had met someone that I could truly consider my soul mate. Daisy, my best friend, roommate, partner in slutdom and sometimes lover.