13 comments/ 110685 views/ 12 favorites I Am Not a Slut By: AnitaBEaton I am not a slut. Really, I'm not. Okay, I guess I'm a bit gullible and sometimes I don't think things through as well as I should and maybe it's true that I have on occasion made poor decisions, like the time in a job interview when I was asked what was the one thing I'd always wanted to do and I answered without thinking, "Just one time I'd like to get fucked completely senseless, with a dick in every hole." That probably wasn't the best answer. It may have ruined my chances of becoming a librarian, but it was worth it just to watch the old blue-haired old lady on the interview panel almost swallow her teeth. It's just that sometimes I accidently get myself into positions that are beyond my control and then, well, maybe it happens that I get forced to do things that I normally wouldn't do and then I think "darn, here we go again." Which was exactly what passed through my mind as I looked at my half-naked reflection in a full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door in some house located who-knows-where, occupied by two construction-worker types at least 15 years younger than me whose names I didn't even know. I was wearing only a thread-bare, white, man's dress shirt that should have been thrown away years ago. The fabric was so thin I could clearly see the dark rings of my coffee-cup-sized areolas surrounded by just a hint of pink 38DD titty showing through. The shirt was too tight across the chest, so my boobs were kind of squished and mashed together. The top two buttons were missing and I knew I was exposing way more cleavage than the law allowed. The third button, poor thing, was struggling mightily to contain my expansive chest and thereby prevent what appeared to be the imminent eruption of Mount Boobilicious. The shirt was barely long enough to cover my ass, as long as I was careful. I raised my arms experimentally and figured I'd be marginally decent as long as I kept my elbows below my shoulders. Anything more than that and my smooth, freshly waxed pussy lips and firm, round butt would be exposed for the whole world to see. Experimentally I pinched my nipples through the fabric and then gently circled them with my fingertips. Immediately they got all puckery and started pouting, standing up like pencil erasers, trying to poke their way through the thin material. I checked me out front, back and sideways. Not bad at all for a 40-something housewife, I decided. If I was a guy, I'd fuck me. "I can't come out like this," I whined through the door. "I'm too embarrassed." "You're gonna have to come out sometime, sweetheart," I heard one of the guys, the one I'd already begun to think of as Mr. Nice Guy, say. "Don't worry, we won't bite." And I heard the other one snicker. "Can't you at least give me some panties? Some shorts or something?" "We're fresh out of panties, darling, and our shorts won't even begin to fit you." My jaw fell open. "Are you saying I have a big ass?" I asked incredulously. "Absolutely," Mr. Nice Guy replied, and again, I heard the other one snicker. "If your ass was any bigger it'd have its own zip code," he said. I decided to think of him as The Mean One. Sigh. Here we go again, I thought as I opened the door. How do I get myself in situations like this? It all began innocently enough when I popped in at the club after work for a drink before going home. It was just beginning to sprinkle when I arrived but when I tried to leave a couple of drinks later it was pouring cats and dogs. I figured the prudent thing to do would be to wait it out, so I headed back to the bar and resumed my innocent flirtation with a couple of guys there. In hindsight, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. One little drinkie, two little drinkies, three little drinkies, four. The rain still hadn't stopped and I was getting as sloshed as the streets. It was kinda late now and I knew that if I didn't leave soon I wouldn't be able to leave at all. I splashed through the parking lot, got thoroughly drenched while pawing through my purse for my car keys, then dropped them on the ground and got even wetter trying to pick them up when my purse slipped and spilled its entire contents into a mud puddle. I was completely soaked when I finally plopped my drunk, miserable self behind the steering wheel and decided to take a round-about way home in order to avoid what would be a guaranteed DUI if for some reason I got stopped. I guess that wasn't such a good idea, either. It was still raining. My wipers were old and worn and left rainbow-shaped streaks on the windshield as I peered blearily between the headlights, trying to keep it between the ditches on a road I didn't know. Of course I saw the curve too late. I hit the brakes and spun the wheel, only to feel the car yaw, spin and swerve off the roadway, sliding sideways through a patch of grass before coming to rest finally at the bottom of a dirt embankment. I wasn't hurt, just upset. I hadn't hit anything serious so I figured the car was okay, too. The motor was still running so I pressed on the accelerator a little and felt the tires spinning in the mud. Stuck. I put it in reverse and tried again. Same thing, only it seemed somehow to be settling a bit. This is not good. I dug my cell phone out of my purse to call my husband. He was already gonna be upset with me for being out this late and I dreaded the explosion when I told him what I'd done. As it happened, it didn't matter. The phone's battery was dead. Fuck. Gingerly I opened the door and took stock of my situation. The car was buried to its axle in the deep, sticky mud. "Fuck," I screamed and stamped my little foot, which I guess is what caused me to lose my balance and fall flat on my big ass in the goo. "Fuck," I screamed again and slammed my fists on the ground. That accomplished a lot. It succeeded in splashing even more mud all over me. I was absolutely miserable. I just sat there in the mud with the rain pouring down, soaked hair falling in my face, clothes ruined, and started crying. How much worse could it get? That's when I heard the car coming. Hurriedly I churned the soaked earth in a frantic effort to get to my feet, thereby breaking rule 27a in the Good Girl's Guide to Lady-like Behavior; i.e., never do anything frantically while wearing high heels. I spun around, slipped, tripped and again fell splat in the mud, this time flat on my face as a pickup truck stopped on the road above me. I climbed carefully to my feet, bedraggled and defeated, and heard an amused voice, later identified as the Mean One, say, "Look at the mud bunny." The two guys got out and calmly surveyed my predicament with that irritatingly superior attitude men get when dealing with children, dogs and bimbos, and pronounced it hopeless. "We can get you out," Mr. Nice Guy said, "but we'll have to get a tow rope. We'll need to wait until it stops raining, though. We live just up the road. Let's go up there, get you cleaned up and we'll come back in an hour or so." "I have to go home," I cried. "My husband will be worried about me." "You can either come with us or stay here," the Mean One said coldly. "And if you stay here and the cops come by, you can call your darling husband from the county jail because, you, Mud Bunny, are drunk." He was right. I weighed my options and realized I didn't have much choice. Besides, they didn't seem like such bad guys. Did I mention that I wasn't a very good judge of character, either? Cold, wet and shivering, I climbed in the pickup between them, trying to make myself as small as possible after the Mean One complained that I was filthy as a pig and was getting mud all over everything, and we drove off into the night. Once again, I had become a victim. I just didn't know it yet. "Go take a shower," Mr. Nice Guy said when we arrived at their house. "Pile your clothes up outside the door and I'll put them in the washer and get you something to wear." It sounded like a reasonable plan at the time. I was filthy; I certainly didn't feel threatened and was shivering after having been wet for so long, so I went into the bathroom and stripped. My bra and panties were soaked, too, so I added them to the pile of clothes in the hall. When I got out of the shower, there was that damned worn-out shirt hanging on the door. I checked it out critically and determined it just wouldn't do. "That's all?" I asked loudly. "I can't wear this." "It's that or nuthin,'" the Mean One said. "Take your pick." Oh my god. I suddenly realized I was in trouble. And there wasn't a single thing I could do about it. There was nothing to do except put on the shirt and face the consequences of my actions. With one final check in the mirror I adjusted my attire to cover as much flesh as possible, arranged my long, wavy brown hair so that it lay seductively over my boobs and walked into the living room, only to have the Mean One stare at me like a hungry wolf and exclaim, "Goddamn, look at them fuckin' tits!" How rude. I immediately tried to cover up, feeling terribly embarrassed and vulnerable, with one hand over my boobs and the other over my crotch, but there only so much covering up I could do. I glared at him. "It's okay," Mr. Nice Guy said soothingly. "We're not gonna hurt you. Here, have a drink." He offered me a shot of tequila, along with a wedge of lime and some salt. I needed another drink like a fish needed a bicycle, but realized I couldn't show any weakness in front of these guys. I accepted the drink and tossed it back, chasing the harsh, burning liquor with salt and lime. I immediately felt the warmth spreading down my chest, over my body and between my legs. "That was good," I said breathily. "May I have another?" Tequila isn't a drink; it's a drug. It removes inhibitions and makes us do things we normally wouldn't do. But it also gives us courage and at that point I needed all the courage I could get. "I put your clothes in the washer. They oughta be ready in about an hour, and I cleaned up your shoes," said Mr. Nice Guy. "They're over there by the door. Why don't you go over and put them on? We wouldn't want your little feet to get cold." I looked at the black slingbacks with the 4-inch heels and knew that if I put them on it would just make my plump ass look even higher and rounder. Still, they were the only personal things that I had access to at the time and would give me a sense of security. And the floor actually was kinda chilly, now that he mentioned it. I decided to put them on. I heard sharp intakes of breath as I bent over to pick up the shoes and realized that damned too-short shirt had just ridden up over my ass, giving them both an unobstructed view of my big, round butt. Acting like I didn't know what was going on -- I didn't want to let them know I was intimidated -- I took my time putting on the shoes and then turned around with as much innocence as I could muster to see how they reacted. I saw nothing but bulging eyes – okay, maybe a couple of other things were bulging as well – and hanging jaws. "Please, may I borrow your phone," I asked coolly. "I need to call my husband." Mr. Nice Guy seemed hypnotized. "Sure," he said. "Anything you want." The Mean One wasn't so accommodating. "Show us your gash, first," he said. I was stunned. What kind of girl did they think I was? "My what??" I demanded in an outraged voice. "Your gash. Your cunt. Your fuckmeat. Come on, Mud Bunny, you've already flashed us from the rear. Now let's see it from the front, all up-close and personal." What an asshole. He was sitting there with a beer in his hand, one arm slung lazily over the back of the couch, staring at me calmly as if we were discussing the weather, insisting that I expose my most private parts to his penetrating gaze. I realized suddenly that I had somehow become all wet, but still, this was too much. Stubbornly I shook my head. "Anything you may have seen earlier was just an accident," I said. "I am an honorable woman and I am not about to willingly expose myself to you like some cheap tramp." He shrugged. "No pussy, no phone." I obviously was not dealing with gentlemen here. And equally obviously, I had little choice but to do as I was told if I wanted to reassure my husband that I was alright. Wordlessly, and completely unwillingly, I walked slowly over to where he was sitting and raised the tail of the shirt up over my waist. "Is this what you wanted to see?" I asked frostily. He studied it a while from various angles. I felt like some kind of laboratory specimen. He looked over at Mr. Nice Guy and grinned. "Fuckin' cunt even shaves her pussy, man. I have died and gone to heaven." "Fuck you," I said. "Don't call me a 'fuckin' cunt.'" "Spread your legs," he said. Sighing with what I hoped expressed my complete disdain for him, I spread my legs. "Wider," he said. Wider, they went. His hand reached out to stroke my clit and I stepped back suddenly. "No," I said firmly. "I need to call my husband. Now." Laughing, he handed me a phone and I dialed the number. "Baby?" I said when my husband answered, "I'm so sorry. I'm alright and I don't think the car is damaged." "Anita? Where the fuck are you? What's happening?" I explained the situation as briefly as possible without going into the more embarrassing details, but I guess it was obvious I wasn't telling him everything. "Goddammit, Simone, you're drunk! Where the hell are you?" he yelled. "Who are those guys you're with? What the hell is going on?" I hate it when he yells at me. It hurts my feelings and I always want to hurt him back. "Baby?" I whispered, "I think they're gonna fuck me if I'm not careful." "You fucking slut!" he yelled, and I yelled back, "I am not a slut!" and threw down the phone. Mr. Nice Guy could tell I was upset and immediately came over to comfort me. "Of course you're not a slut," he reassured me. "Only an asshole would say something like that. The fact that you're half-naked, showing your tits and ass to a couple of complete strangers is completely beside the point." He put his arms around me and I rested my head on his shoulder only for a minute because I needed some comfort right then after being verbally abused by my own husband. I could feel his hands exploring my back. It felt kinda good. And besides, he obviously respected me. "It's just the circumstances. What else could you have done?" he asked as his hand trailed languidly down my back to caress my ass. At some point someone had put on some soft dance music and he started moving in time to it. Subconsciously I started moving my body with his, matching my movements to his as he pulled me closer. My boobs were brushing against his chest and I felt his hands move over my hips and under the shirt. It felt kinda good, but I realized I shouldn't be letting him do this and knew I was letting him take more liberties than I probably should. I tried to think of a way to distract him. "Why don't you both dance with me," I asked impulsively. Ever since I was a little girl I've had this recurring fantasy of being taken hostage by a band of pirates who strip me naked and ravish me one after the other after having become crazed with lust. In various guises (Vikings, Indians, prison guards, escaped slaves), it's always been one of my favorite bedtime masturbation aids. Now, here I was, swaying to the music while sandwiched between two rather uncivilized twenty-somethings who reeked of man-ness and who could easily pass for pirates in dim light. What can I say; it turned me on, completely against my will. The Mean One grabbed my hips from behind and ground his hard cock between the cheeks of my ass. Mr. Nice Guy fondled my breasts through the shirt as we danced. I was swaying in time to the music, feeling totally sensuous as I felt their hot breath against my neck. I was a middle-aged married woman being lusted after by two studly 20-somethings and felt totally desirable, totally uninhibited and totally female. I'm sure it was just the tequila at work, but part of me wanted to turn them on. Part of me wanted them to take me, strip me and use me, anyway they wanted. But that didn't mean I was actually gonna let 'em do it. Did it? The Mean One pulled the shirt neck of the shirt down over my shoulders, pinned my arms behind my back and started nuzzling my neck, nasty man. Unconsciously I arched my back, the better to feel his hot breath on my neck, totally repulsed. It was at that point when I was betrayed by that evil little button, the only thing holding my boobs in check. When I unconsciously leaned back and thrust my chest out, that reprehensible little traitor took the opportunity to abandon its responsibilities. It exploded off the shirt like a Mexican jumping bean and went clattering across the floor, leaving my shirt gaping open like a pasture gate and through which, like a pair of leaping horses, my boobs immediately galloped. "Oops," I said. I knew I was in trouble now. Somehow I must have inadvertently spread my legs just a bit; I felt a hand down there, gently stroking me. I inhaled sharply. "Please don't do that," I whispered. I seriously didn't want to do this, but nobody had bothered to tell my pussy that and I could feel me getting all glitchy down there. "Do what?" Mr. Nice Guy asked innocently. "Touch my pussy." "Like this?" I felt fingers trailing along the outside of my pussy lips. "Yes..." "Or like this?" The fingers moved up and began circling my clitoris. I felt it respond, starting to swell and I could feel myself starting to get warm. "Oh, yes, just like that." "Or maybe like this?" Fingers dipped down and spread my pussy lips. They stroked me gently up and down, brushing my rapidly swelling clit on each stroke. Another hand approached from the rear, penetrating my wetness before gently probing my tight little butthole. "Oh, god..." "Is this what you don't want me to do?" "Yes," I managed to get out. "How long do you want me do you not want me to do it?" I was confused. "As long as you want," I blurted. I realized that, through no fault of my own, my virtue was once again on the verge of being compromised. Unless I did something quick, I would spend yet another night being forced to perform acts of sin and degradation, engaging against my will in all sorts of depraved, unspeakable behavior and used over and over as a sex toy by these disreputable, despicable men. I had to do something quick to put these guys in their place. I had to be firm and assertive. "Please don't suck my titties," I pleaded. "Not both at the same time." They sucked my titties, both at the same time. I closed my eyes, refusing to believe this was happening to me. It was only the sound of zippers that made me open them again. I have always been repulsed by the sight of uncut dicks, particularly ones like that thick, angry, purple-headed, one-eyed cobra with veins popping out all over that came snaking out of the Mean One's pants after he took me by the shoulders and firmly pushed me down to my knees. I stared mesmerized at the ugly thing as it moved toward my face and suddenly realized with a shock what he planned on doing with it. "I certainly hope you don't think you're gonna put that thing in my mouff..." I said, too late. He grabbed me by the hair and slowly slid it down my throat. I tried to twist away but he was holding me too firmly for that. "Ah onh anh ah ooh zifh," I protested. "Just shut the fuck up and suck," he demanded. His tone of voice frightened me. I shut the fuck up and sucked. "Suck it harder," he said. I sucked it harder. I was afraid. Yeah, that's what it was. I was afraid he'd hurt me or something if I didn't do as I was told. So he told me to suck and I sucked. I sucked him hard. I sucked him as hard as I could as he slid that nasty thing in and out of my mouth. Face-fucked, I thought. I'm getting face-fucked. I Am Not A Slut "I'm a stripper, not a slut." I looked into the eyes of the man seated at the other side of the table. "I know that you don't believe that but it's true." Given the circumstances that led to this moment in my life I wouldn't have believed that statement either. . . . My parents were hardly what you would have called good role models, my mother was a slut and my father was a distant memory to her and nothing to me. I was the result of a one night stand, not the first of the many in my mother's life and I was the first but not the last child to result from her one night stands, but I was the one that she blamed for her situation in life and she never let me forget it. "If I hadn't got knocked up when I did I could have had a much better life." The number of times she hurled that at me followed by. "It's because of you that I'm a whore!" You can imagine how that made me feel, but it did give me the impetus to want better from my life than this. I despise my mother that much that I just cannot bear to call her by her name, she is merely the woman who brought me into this hell hole. To the kids at school we were 'trailer trash' and from an early age I was the subject of rumor and conjecture but somehow I managed to keep my virginity intact until after I left school, long after. I wanted desperately to continue in school and make something of myself but was forced to find a job as soon as I was old enough to leave. My first job was as a sales assistant in a dress shop, the owner hired me because I had the looks that she could use to sell her product. Each day I would have to take off my clothes and wear her fashions but I was never allowed to keep any of them, at the end of the day I would have to take them off and dress in my normal clothes for the bus ride home. I don't think that she even cleaned the dresses before putting them back on the racks. The money wasn't good but it helped out at home which meant that I had little to spend on myself, you know cosmetics and stuff, I even had to buy my own soap and shampoo so that at least I was clean for work, the rest of what I made went to feed my younger brothers. Even though I had what I thought was a good job mother was forever telling me that I was a slut and would never amount to anything and that I had better get used to it because she had eyes and could see that the men in the trailer park were getting ideas about doing me, and a couple of times she invited men over to check me out. She was a little pissed when I told her that I wouldn't even consider going with a man until I turned eighteen and that if she tried to force me to have sex before than I would go to the cops and Children's Services and she would lose us kids and the child support from two of her lovers and would have to rely on what she charged men for her services to survive. She called me a selfish little whore and an uneasy truce hung over our trailer. Amber, one of the other sales assistants at the dress shop asked me if I wanted to go with her to a club one night. "Look, it'll be fun, we get to dance to great music and if we're lucky some guys will buy our drinks for us, please come with me, please." "I don't know." I had turned eighteen a couple of months ago but even at eighteen we weren't allowed into clubs and I didn't want to run the risk of getting caught. "I'm not old enough, don't they check ID's at the door?" "Sure, but I can get you a fake one that will get you in." She showed me her ID and even I had to admit that it was convincing. "I've got nothing to wear." I was clutching at straws here, I didn't want to go and was looking for a reason for why I couldn't. "No problem sister, you're the same size as me so you can call by my place and change into something sexy." "I don't want to look sexy, I don't want to have to fight boys off all night." "Nikki, I hate to tell you this but you'd look sexy in a boiler suit." I got to Amber's place an hour before we were due to go to the club because she wanted to make me over. I was worried about what I would look like when she had finished and with good reason. The face that looked at me in the mirror wasn't mine, it belonged to a slut. "I can't go out looking like this, I look just like my mother and I don't want to look like her." "Hey lighten up will you, we're going out to have fun, nothing more, and it's easier to have fun if we look like we're out for a good time." Against my better judgment I went along and I did have fun, I danced with Amber and a then couple of guys, had a couple of drinks and it was late when we left the club. Amber grabbed my arm as we left. "Nikki, can you find your own way home, you see, well I met this guy and I fancy him and he's invited me back to his place. Come by tomorrow and pick up your clothes but not too early, I might not be home." I could see the man of choice hovering a few yards away with another man. "I told his friend that you weren't interested in men, he was cool with that." I had to walk home and it was scary and as I walked past a trailer I heard a man's voice. "Is that you Nikki? My don't you look something, all grown up and ready for action. How about it babe, how would you like some of this?" He was pulling the zipper down and fumbling for his cock. I ran home. "What's this?" Mom was not her best in the mornings and she was swaying a little as she stood at the end of my bed holding the dress that I wore last night. "It looks like you've seen sense at last and decided that there's more money in sex that selling those dumb dresses." "It was not like that at all, Amber from work and I just went to a club last night, nothing happened and nothing is about to happen any time soon so you can forget about me bringing home more money." "It's only a matter of time, there's no getting away from it girl, you're a slut just like me." "God forbid that I should ever be like you." I got out of bed and washed up before making myself some breakfast. I packed Amber's clothes into a back-pack and walked over to her place. She answered the door dressed in a bathrobe and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "God what time is it?" "Afternoon, what time did you get home?" "About an hour ago, what a night I've had. Make me a cup of coffee while I put something decent on and I'll tell you all about it." She looked a little better after her coffee but not much. "Rick, that was the guy that I hooked up with, and Tony went back to their place and we sat around drinking and laughing and stuff for a couple of hours before Tony said the he was going to bed. Rick was sitting next to me on the sofa and we had been kissing for a while when he slipped the straps from my shoulders and started playing with my tits, god it felt good, and then he kissed them and sucked my nipples and that felt even better and then he took my hand and put it on his cock, it was big and hard and before I knew it I had taken it out and was stroking it. He slipped his finger under my thong and into my sopping wet pussy. Believe me Nikki I had no intention of having sex but I'm glad I did because it was really, really great! He was big and hard and he knew what to do with it, I don't know how many times I came but it was intense, and then . . . . " "And then what?" "We must have been making a lot of noise because I looked up and there was Tony standing there, naked and jerking off. I thought Rick's cock was big but Tony's was even bigger and he came and stood next to me so that I could suck it. We had been like this for about five minutes when Rick pulled out of me and stood next to me while he jerked off onto my face. Meanwhile Tony had his cock inside me and was going for it big time. I've never been fucked like this before and was screaming as I came when he pushed his cock into my ass and came inside me." "I can't believe that you would let them do that." "That wasn't all that they did, while they were waiting for their cocks to get hard again they were kissing my tits and fingering my pussy and ass while I had a cock in each hand and was stroking them back to life. If I thought that the sex we had just had was great, what followed was sensational, I had straddled Rick and was fucking him when I felt Tony shove his cock in my ass again, I had two cocks inside me at once and it was the best! They swapped position several times before they came on my face again, both of them this time, and then we went to sleep until this morning." "What happened this morning?" I don't know why I was interested in what happened to her, just curious I guess. "Well, after we fucked again they offered me a job as a stripper." "A what?" I was shocked although after what she had told me what had happened last night I don't know why I should be shocked. "A stripper, they are opening a strip club on the other side of town that has strippers and pole dancers and table top dancers, they told me that it didn't involve any sex or anything like that, but that the money that I could earn would be double what I get now and then there were the tips. They said that it would have class and attract only the top clientele so the tips would be much greater than a normal strip club. They want me to go over during the week to check it out and to try stripping to see if I liked it. Oh and they told me that they think that you'd be good at it if you're interested." "No way!" I was shocked again, this because she should even think that I'd be interested. "There is no way that I would even think of taking up stripping! I only have to look at my mother to realize that there is no future in it." "There's a difference in what your mother does and stripping in a classy establishment like this." I could see that she was going to try to sell me on the idea of stripping as a career and I was having nothing of it. "The rules will be simple, the patrons can look but not touch and there will be no fraternizing with the customers, so you will be an artiste not a slut. Why don't you come with me and check it out for yourself?" "No." I picked up my clothes and left. I don't know why my thoughts were on what Amber had said but they were and, while a part of me was repulsed by the idea of getting naked in front of a bunch of slobbering perverts, another part of me was attracted by the attention that I would be getting, something that I realized was missing from my life, my mother had next to no time for me and my brothers each had their own circle of friends and I hardly ever saw them apart from meal times and that was briefly. Wednesday night found me in the dressing room of the club as Amber was sorting through the costumes on the rack looking for something suitable for her audition. She had on a bright red thong and she chose the tiniest of skirts, also bright red and a matching bra and incredibly high stilettos. "Since when have you had a tan?" "Since this afternoon, in this business you have to have an all-over color, either white or tan so I chose to get a spray tan." She hobbled around the dressing room for a few minutes before she got used to the heels and then she did some high kicks and splits to limber up. Rick stuck his head in the door to tell her that she was on next. "Come on and watch, then you can tell me just how good I am." I followed her into the room and sat at a table while she took her position behind the curtain. I know it was a rehearsal and probably the first time that she had done anything like stripping in public, if you could call Rick, Tony, me and a couple of other girls public, but she was good, finishing her strip at the same time as the music and she has a great body but the thing that I found hard to take was that she started with very little clothing and had to stretch the time between each removal and she still had a good minute at the end where she just strutted and posed, showing her pussy in all its glory before the music died. This is definitely something that I would not want to do. "Well, what did you think?" Amber had come over to where I was sitting, she was still naked and clutching her clothes casually by her side, making no attempt to cover her nudity. This was a side to her that I had not seen before and I had to look at her in an entirely different light. "That was great Babe," Rick came over. "A little work and you'll be a star. Do you think that you could come by tomorrow for another rehearsal, I'll have a choreographer here to go over a few moves with you. You'd better get changed unless you want me to drive you home like that." "I just might take you up on that, it will save time later." She gave him a cheeky look before heading for the dressing room. "What did you think, do you see yourself doing that?" Rick asked me. 'In a word, no. If you want me to elaborate for you, no fucking way!" "Suit yourself but let me tell you that you'd be even better than Amber, you have a class and style that the customers would really go for, I can see you not just getting your gear off to music but a genuine tease like the days of Gipsy Rose Lee, you know give them a glimpse here and another glimpse there and save the reveal until the very end and then just a quick flash, and definitely no touching, once they are allowed to touch the whole thing is cheapened." Life for me returned to something like normal, I'd go to work and sell as many dresses as I could and then go home to prepare dinner for the family who were either uncomplimentary (mother) or indifferent (brothers) before cleaning up and going to bed only to get up and repeat it again the next day. My weekends were taken up with cleaning and washing for myself and brothers. Mother was always 'too tired' to help. My only chance to get out of the trailer for a while and have some me time was on Saturday nights and for the past couple of Saturdays this has involved sitting at the side of the stage watching Amber and several other girls stripping for the men. Most of them, including Amber, allowed varying degrees of touching by the patrons, one of them even went as far as producing a can of dairy whip, spraying it around her pussy and inviting one of the men to lick it from her. From her expression and his enthusiasm it was fairly obvious that his tongue was deep inside her. Whenever I looked over to the back of the room I noticed Rick watching me closely, and each night that I was there he would make another approach trying to get me involved, and each time I rejected him. Then my life changed in a dramatic fashion. I was in the middle of serving a customer when mother stormed into the shop. "Where's the money you earned on Saturday night?" "What money, what are you talking about?" "The money that you earned stripping at that club you and your slutty friend here," pointing to Amber, "work at and don't try to deny it! I want my share of your money!" "There is no money, I don't work at that club." "That's right she doesn't." Amber said. "Shut up bitch!" She turned back to me. "I know that you've been working there because Mark saw you there and he said that you were very good and that he would pay good money to see you again." "Mark is full of shit, for starters he doesn't have the money to go to a place like that and if he did he would be spending it on booze or having it off with you." I was getting angry with her, how dare she accuse me of being a stripper. "Are you calling me a slut, you ungrateful little whore after all that I've done for you." I half expected her to burst into tears, which is what she usually did at this point, but my boss intervened. "Madam, would you mind leaving this shop, I simply cannot abide this conduct." "I simply cannot abide this conduct!" Mother sneered at her. "And just what gives you the right to speak to me like that?" "I own this establishment and you are upsetting my valued clients." This was a bit funny given that her valued clients had all slipped quietly from the shop as soon as the ruckus started. Mother stormed to the door and just as she opened it she turned for one last shot at me. "Just wait until you get home tonight and we'll have it out!" She stormed out, slamming the door behind her. Amber and I followed not half an hour later, we had both been fired. An hour later we sat at Amber's dining table drinking coffee and me reading the employment ads in the paper, it was depressing reading for someone with no education or specific experience to find work outside the retail or hospitality industries. "This is hopeless, I can't go home and I can't afford to live anywhere else until I get another job." "You could stay here." Amber said. "I have a spare room you can use." "Can I, at least until I find another job?" "You can stay as long as you like." "Thank you, that'd be great." I gave her a big hug. "I'll have to go home and get my things, not that I have a lot, and I'm not looking forward to having to face her again." "I'll come with you." As we approached the trailer we noticed a strange car parked beside it and could hear noises coming from inside. It was obvious that my mother was 'entertaining' a man so we decided to go for a walk for a while and come back when the coast was clear. About half an hour later the car drove past on its way out of the trailer park and there were not one but three men inside, mother certainly had been busy. She was still stretched out on her bed when we came in, making no attempt to hide the fact that she had recently had sex, there was cum over her face and leaking from her pussy and ass. "God, how could you do that, how could you fuck three men at a time, and in your own trailer? I hope that you're going to clean up before Jimmy and Pete arrive home from school!" "Now you see what's in store for you, in a couple of years you'll think nothing of doing more than one guy at a time. I bet your friend here is already doing it. Any case what are you two doing here at this time?" "Because of your outburst this morning we've been fired! I just called by to collect my things, I can't afford to stay here if I'm not working so Amber has allowed me to move in with her." I began to gather up my clothes and toiletries and stuff them into a bag. "I can see it now, the two of you will be fucking away in no time. If you want a manager to line tricks up for you I can put you in touch with mine." "No thank you! Even if I decided to go down that path there is no way that I would use the sleaze who manages your affairs, if those guys were an example of the clients he puts your way you can forget it. Come on Amber, let's go." "You'll be back in no time when you find out just how hard it is to survive in the real world." Her parting shot had a certain amount of truth in it, for the next three weeks I tried every avenue to find work but to no avail. I was getting desperate. "Why don't you come down to the club with me tonight for rehearsals?" I was going to decline yet again but then I thought, what the heck I've nothing better to do. I was sitting in my usual place watching the girls when, as usual, Rick came over and sat next to me. "You don't usually come here during the week, why tonight?" "It's a long story and you probably know most of it, you see Amber and I both got fired from our day jobs because of my mother and I've moved in with her until I get another job. I've tried everything but I just can't seem to get another job, you wouldn't have a job here that doesn't involve me stripping would you?" "You could be a waitress, the money's not as good as you would get stripping but the tips can make up for that if you're obliging enough." I didn't have to be a rocket scientist to realize what he meant by obliging, I had seen the girls working the clients to increase their tips, plus the fact that they were all topless which was a large part of their attraction. "No thank you, I think I'll give that a miss." I Am Not A Slut "What about stripping? Look, just listen to me for a minute and I'll explain what I have in mind for you." I looked at him in my usual way that told him that I wasn't interested but he kept on. "Your looks are your best features and I want to play on your looks. You look just like Audrey Hepburn and she would be the last film star that you would expect to see naked and that's just it, we dress you up in a classical gown, a long skirt and top that's designed to show just a little bit of you and you will dance to classical music, I have in mind Ravel's 'Bolero', as you dance around showing a bit of leg here and a bit of cleavage you begin to show more, not much more just enough to keep them interested, then you let them see a bit more tit, a bit more leg and then you take your top off revealing your tits, you'd be a 32C, right?" "Yes." "Then you reveal a little more leg, maybe a high kick that shows the whole leg and maybe a glimpse of your thong, then, as the music approaches the crescendo at the end, you take off your skirt and finally on the last notes you whip off the thong for the reveal. What do you think?" "This is nothing like what the other girls do, do you think the customers will go for it?" "They might not at first but I can almost guarantee that by the end of your act you'll have them in the palm of your hand." "I'll think about it, no promises, but on several conditions." "What are they?" "Absolutely no touching and the reveal, there will be no spreading my pussy lips open or fingers inside like the other girls do." "Sure thing, you got it." "Like I said, I'll think about it and get back to you." "What were you and Rick talking about?" Amber asked as we left the club. "We were discussing the possibility of me becoming a stripper, I've got to do something, I can't let you support me like you have been." "I don't mind, but if you want to start stripping don't let me stop you." What the heck, I'll do it I decided, and because the club had nothing like I wanted to wear, the next day I scoured the second hand clothes shops for something suitable to wear for my debut. It cost me just about every cent that I had but I was pleased with my purchases, I had a long flowing black skirt that was positively decent but with a minor alteration opened right up to my hip when I moved. Then there was a sheer black top that was almost see through, and when I moved the fabric touching my nipples caused them to stand out, it buttoned down the front and I could stretch that part of the reveal for some time, showing just a little more until it finally came off. My thong was a deep purple color trimmed in black and I fixed it so that there was a catch at the back that I could undo and pull it off from the front and not have to pull it down and step out of it. I thought about the routine for a long time and practiced the moves until I was ready for my audition. I went with Amber to the club and spoke to Rick. "I'll do it, but first I want you to see what I have in mind so you can see whether you like it or not." "Okay, whenever you're ready. What music do you want?" "I'll take you up on the 'Bolero', if you have it available, if not I have a CD here." I handed him the CD and he put it in the machine. I went off to change, the girls looked at me as I got into my costume. "What are you doing, you're not going out there with that on are you?" "Yes." "The customers will never go for it." "I know that, but it's the only way that I'll do it. This time it's for Rick, if he likes it then I'll do it tonight." Rick liked it and I was slotted in right after Amber for tonight's show. The place was crowded with the usual bunch of rowdy guys out on the town, there were the usual bachelor party types egging the prospective groom to join in the fun with the girls who allowed a little more than I ever would. Amber knelt at the stage apron, legs apart and leaning back, she produced a dildo and encouraged one of them to use it on her. His mates egged him on until she had an orgasm, it was hard to say whether it was real or not but from the reactions his friends were convinced that it was. There was the usual pre-act murmur that faded to a hush as the stage lights dimmed and a single spot lit the center of it. The Bolero, as it always does, began softly through the speakers and the spot caught me as I glided onstage. I moved to the music in what was a toned down version of a flamenco dance, each time I moved a bit of leg showed through the slit in my skirt. We were about ten bars into the routine when the mood was shattered for a few seconds. "Come on girl, get it off!" Another voice said in a loud whisper. "Shush." A bit more leg was shown and I could feel my nipples hardening under the influence of the fabric of my top, I undid the top button and, facing the crowd, I bent at the waist and they could see down the valley between my breasts, there was an intake of breath and I realized then that they were caught up in the mood. One button at a time the top was opened until they could see the whole valley between my breasts, but they were obscured by my long black hair that hung to my waist, they could see but they couldn't see, until I peeled the top off and threw it to the side of the stage. I was now topless. I cupped my breasts which pushed my hair aside, and they could see them, but then as I danced around my hair would swing across in front of them shielding them from view for just a moment. A couple of high kicks followed where all of one leg was revealed along with a quick glimpse of my thong, I could feel the tension rise in the crowd as little by little more leg was revealed and for longer, but still they couldn't see everything until, as the final crescendo neared, the skirt came off and I was left with just the thong, now for the big moment, the last couple of dramatic notes accompanied me as I dropped to the floor, knees apart and as I leaned back I undid the thong and whipped it off, just as the final note blared from the speakers I lurched forward until my head was between my knees and my hair fanned out on the floor in front of me like a curtain. They had seen my pussy for less than half a second. There was complete silence for about five seconds until the whole room erupted in whistles and cat calls from the crowd. They loved it. "Thanks a fucking lot!" The girl who was on next hissed at me as we passed. "How am I expected to follow that?" I felt sorry for her, her act was performed in silence from the crowd and desultory applause when she finished, and it didn't get much better for the others until the late crowd arrived. "That was spectacular Nikki!" Rick was full of praise. "We want you to headline next Saturday and we're going to promote the hell out of it, although I think that word of mouth will fill the room. And, just between you and me, we'll pay you double what the other girls are getting." The crowd got bigger and bigger over the next five or six weeks and there was even talk of finding a bigger venue. I was the star of the show and Amber was none too pleased when she found out that I was being paid more than she was. Our lives had developed into a strained existence and I was thinking about trying to find somewhere else to live. I tried to discuss it with her. "Look, you're a big star now, you do what you have to do don't worry about me, I'll survive." 'I don't want to leave you like this, you and I have been friends forever, what I want is to stay friends." "That's great, how many best friends do you know that would do what you did to me and the other girls?" "It was you that encouraged me to try it!" "I know, but did you have to be so fucking good?" On Wednesday night Rick came and sat next to me. "Nikki, I need for you to do something for me." "Why do I get the impression that I won't like this? What is it?" "One our most important business partners is having a meeting over the next couple of days and he wants to put on a show on Friday night as a wind up, he wants you to do your strip for him, will you do it? The money's double what you get here." He acted as if money was the driving factor in my life. "I don't like this, what sort of protection will I have in case this gets out of hand?" "Nothing will go wrong and he is important to us or I wouldn't have gone along with his suggestion that I ask you." "I'll do it I suppose, but there are the usual conditions, there will be definitely no touching, the first time I feel a hand I'm out of there, I don't care who he is or how much you think you owe him, understood?" He nodded. "I want the money up front so that they can't hold back payment if they don't abide by conditions about touching. I want transport to the venue and for that to be standing by just in case I have to make a fast exit. Is this understood?" "Yes, if you can be here at 10 o'clock on Friday night there will be a car to take you there and the driver will have a baseball bat with him just in case." I was driven to an apartment building in the rich part of town where the money men live and we were met by a man who led us through the foyer to the elevators. He turned to me, "I'm Mark and the men who you'll be dancing for are business associates. You won't have any trouble from them they're all responsible businessmen and family men." His words, designed to put me at ease had the opposite effect, I was beginning to get scared and the scene that greeted us inside the penthouse apartment did little to dispel my fear, there were empty bottles everywhere and the men all appeared to be drunk. I should have left then. The men had obviously been regaled with tales of my act because they watched my every move in hushed silence. Mark led me down the hallway to a bed room where I was to change. "Let me know when you're ready so that I can cue the music and lighting." As the sounds of Bolero wafted through the apartment I glided into the room that was in darkness except for a narrow down light in the center. The men were seated in a circle and barely visible as I began to dance, they were quiet except for the occasional intake of breath as one of them got a glimpse of a bit of flesh and when I reached the finale they all stood and applauded. Up until then they had been well behaved but all that changed. I could see that most of them had their cocks out and were stroking them vigorously. I picked up my clothes and went to leave the room only to find my way blocked. "Let me through!" "Not so fast Nikki," it was Mark, "I paid a lot of money to have you here tonight and I was told that for that you would put out for my friends here." "What! No! That was never part of the deal! I was told that I would do my act and then leave, no extras, no touching and definitely no fucking! Now let me go!" Mark grabbed me and tried to kiss me while I could feel hands exploring my body. I was trapped and had no-one to rescue me, I began to lash out, striking at anyone and everyone. "Would someone fucking hold her!" I felt hands grab my wrists and drag them behind my back and Mark place his cock between my legs. "No!" I screamed as loud as I could. "You can scream all you want, this place is sound proof." The lights came on in the room. "What the hell is going on in my home? What are you doing here Mark and who are all of these people, and you young lady, what are you doing here with no clothes on?" "Dad, I thought that you were in LA." "Of course you did, you arranged for me to be there on a fool's errand, probably so that you could have this place to yourself while I was on the other side of the country, but I saw the futility of continuing with the meeting and came home." He looked at me. "I suggest that you go and put some clothes on and stay in whatever room you used until I have sorted out this lot." I scurried off to the bedroom and my clothes. I could hear raised and angry voices. "I don't pry into what you do in your spare time with your personal money, but you do not have the right to use my home for some bacchanalia. I don't know who the girl is, she looks innocent enough, but to see all of you standing around groping at her body and looking to take advantage of her vulnerable state sickened me. Now clear off the lot of you and don't worry about clearing up the mess, I'll get cleaners in to do that." I was seated on the bed, my head bowed in shame when he came into the room. "Come with me, they're all gone, I'll make you a cup of coffee and you can tell me what happened here tonight, from the very beginning." He sat there saying nothing until I had finished my life's story. "I'm a stripper, not a slut. I know you don't believe but it's true and I can prove it." "Indeed, how can you prove it?" "I'm nineteen years old and I'm still a virgin, now how could a slut be a virgin or the other way around?" "You indeed surprise me, I don't know if it's true or not but I'll take your word for it, you don't have to prove it to me. What made you do this tonight?" "Partly the money and partly because the manager of the club I work at basically forced me to do it. I only agreed on the conditions that the money would be paid up front . . . . " "Wise move." "and that there would be no touching, and definitely no extras." "Like sex?" "Yes. Like sex." We chatted for a while longer and I declined another cup of coffee but settled for a mug of hot chocolate instead. "I think that you should stay here tonight, don't worry nothing will happen, you can sleep in the room that you used earlier." "I don't know how to thank you for saving me earlier." I had a closer look at him, he was handsome in an old way, probably in his late fifties or early sixties, thick gray hair with not a strand out of place, steely blue/gray eyes and a long straight nose. His mouth had lines at the corners and his lips were turned up at the ends in an almost permanent smile. He didn't look over-weight and when I had stood beside him he was a good six inches taller than me. He escorted me to what would be my room for the night. "If you want to feel safer there's a lock on that door." "I'll be fine thank you." But I wasn't fine, I tossed and turned for what seemed to be hours before drifting off into a fitful sleep. I woke to the sounds of Bolero coming from the living room and thought that he had found my CD and was playing it until I went down to the room just in time to see my reveal on his big screen plasma TV. He looked around with no shame at being caught watching the video. "Where did you get that from?" "I won't stand for reasons that should be obvious to you, I sent one of my men to your club to obtain a copy, I knew that they would have a DVD of your act and he was to threaten to close the club if they didn't produce it. You're very good, do you know that?" "Thank you." "What are your ambitions, I don't suppose that you want to be still doing this in thirty year's time." "No. I don't. When I was a kid I wanted to go to college and get an education that would lead to a career but even though I had the required grade point average my mother forced me to leave school as soon as I was old enough to help support her and my brothers." "You haven't had a good life at all, have you?" "No, not really." I said in not much more than a whisper. "I would like to do something about that for you, if you'll let me." "What do you have in mind?" "Now don't take this the wrong way but I want you to come and live here with me, no, not as my lover or anything like that, and I will put you through college. The only ulterior motive I have is to give you the opportunity that I think you deserve and all you have to do is to study hard and we'll see what we can find for you when you graduate." Amber was curious when I didn't come home and even more curious when I told her that I had found a place to live and would be giving up my career as a stripper. "What? You're giving it up? Listen honey I know I've been shitty because you're so fucking good at it, but you've got a great opportunity to make some serious money here, enough to set you up for life, don't give that away." "I am giving it away. I have been given an opportunity to make something of my life and I'd be stupid if I didn't make the most of that. You see I met this man last night and he has promised to put me through college, something that I've only ever dreamed of, and he's even letting me move into his penthouse apartment." "Get real Nikki, in a couple of months when he tires of fucking you he'll toss you out and then where will you be? You'll either come crawling back here begging to stay here and pleading with Rick to give you your job back or you'll end up a slut just like your mother." "It's not like that and anyhow I'll never know if I don't do it." My new life was the most settled time that I'd known, and I made the most of it, I studied hard and socialized little until my graduation with a degree in Business Administration and a job with Hurrel and Associates a property development and administration company that had a large portfolio of commercial properties right around the country. I was employed as Bernard (yes his name is Bernard) Hurrel's administrative assistant with the promise of promotion to his personal assistant when his current PA retired in a couple of years. I got on well with Jenny and we made a good team. I knew that she was keeping a watchful eye on me and reporting to him on my performance. I had been with the company almost a year when he asked me to accompany him to the LA office for a meeting. We were in business class (wow!) and had just settled into the flight over when he turned to me. "Nikki, you look worried, what is it?" "It's about Mark." "What about him?" "Well, you remember the club that I used to work at?" "Ye-es." He was wondering where this was heading. "Well he owns it, and he has used company money to keep it operating. It seems as if business isn't all that good at the moment, customers are staying away in droves." "I knew that he owned it but he bought it with his own money, I wasn't aware that he had been using company money to keep it afloat, how has he done that?" "Very cleverly, he has set up a ghost property and the money is listed on the books as going towards its maintenance." "Leave it with me I'll take care of it. Now I have something to say to you." "Oh?" Now it was me who was wondering where this was heading. "You have been with me for how long, five years or thereabouts, now Nikki I have come to respect you very much, not many young women when offered the opportunity that I offered you would have applied themselves with the dedication that you have shown, they would have taken advantage of a silly old fool and wasted that opportunity, but not you, and I really respect you for it. The other thing that you haven't done is to take advantage of my loneliness and throw yourself at me in the hope that I would fall in love with you and marry you thereby cementing your financial future. Let me tell you that I am in love with you, I have been for some time now, and if the thought of that doesn't repulse you too much, I would like to enter into a romantic liaison with you. Don't worry, if you say no I'll fully understand." "Bernard, I have loved you for a long time too but have been too afraid to do anything about it for fear of upsetting you. It would be easy for me to tell you that my love for you is that of a daughter for her father but I wouldn't know what that was like, I never knew my father, but this feeling that I have whenever I'm with you is what I believe is the love of a woman for a man, and yes, I would like, I would love, it if we moved this relationship to the next level." I reached over and kissed him lightly on the lips. I Am Not A Slut "Thank you Nikki, Darling, you have made me a very happy man." He took my hand in his as if he never wanted to let it go. We went straight from the airport to the office where we were kept busy with work until late in the evening. As we left Bernard took me by the hand and led me a short way up the street to a restaurant where he was greeted as a friend by the head waiter and shown to a table. "Good evening sir, would you be having your usual? And the lady, what will she have?" "The same thank you James, and a bottle of my usual wine." The waiter went off to the kitchen to place our order. "They have to take good care of me here because I own the building." "What is your usual?" "You'll see, I know that you'll like it." He was right. It was scary, this man knew my likes and dislikes almost as well as I did. Bernard made a phone call and the limo was waiting for us when we left the restaurant and nothing was said during the drive back to the hotel, we just sat there close to each other enjoying the moment. I was wondering what was going to happen when we got to the hotel, would we have separate rooms or had he already arranged for us to share a room. Actually it was neither, we didn't have a room, it was a suite and as we entered I saw that my luggage was beside his. "I hope you don't mind but I took the initiative of having your luggage brought here, I believe that we should behave as man and wife as from now don't you?" "Yes I believe I do but there is one thing that I should warn you about." Does behaving as man and wife mean that he wants to make love to me?" "What is that, I hope that you aren't going to tell me that you're in the middle of your period and making love could be a little messy?" "No I'm not in the middle of my period but it will still be a little messy. Do you remember the night that we met I told you that I was a virgin? Well I still am. I decided within days that I was in love with you and lived in hope that something would come of it, so I promised myself that I would keep myself intact until we could consummate our relationship." "You are a very unusual young lady." He kissed me with a passion that took my breath away. "I hope that you don't expect too much from my aging body and flagging libido, I'm not some young stud you know." For a first time it couldn't have been better for me, he was kind and he was gentle, he took his time with his foreplay and his exploration of my body. "You have the most beautiful eyes do you know that? And your lips are so soft." He was kissing me and the things that I had heard from the other girls at the club about men shoving their tongue down the girl's throat didn't happen, at one point I felt the tip of his tongue on my lips and it sent tingles up my spine, and when he kissed my neck I tingled in places that I never thought would tingle. He lavished a lot of attention on my breasts. "I have seen these on the DVD, many times (Oh yeah, how many?) but it didn't do them justice." His mouth engulfed a nipple bringing it to hardness. "Mmm, You like that don't you?" "Like it, I love it, if I'd known what a good lover you were I would have seduced you earlier." "You seduce me? I thought that I was the one doing the seducing." His hand had found its way between my legs and a finger made a tentative entry into my pussy until it came to the proof of my virginity. "I feel privileged to be the first man to make love to you and I hope that I can satisfy you." By the feel of his stiff cock in my hand I had nothing to worry about on that score. I spread my legs for him and he needed no encouragement, his cock was pushed slowly into me until its passage was blocked by my hymen. "This may hurt a little, I'm sorry if it does." He pushed forward and I felt the membrane give way and he was fully inside me. The pain wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be and it was fleeting, what I felt as he continued to move inside me was pure pleasure. "I love you Nikki and I want to marry you as soon as possible, I don't want to hide our relationship at all and I don't care what people say about our age difference." "And I love you too Bernard more than I believed possible, I am the happiest girl in the world right now and I know that it can only get better." My prophetic words were proven to be true sooner than I thought when he came inside me. My first orgasm had been a gentle fluttering in my body, but when he came my body expressed itself in a dramatic fashion, my hips jerked and I could feel my juices pouring from me, mixing with his in a puddle of blood stained mess on the sheets. As consummations went this would have to have been the best. We both slept soundly, not caring about the mess that we had made and not bothering to clean it up, it was a sign of our commitment to each other. We were in LA for another two days and I couldn't help noticing the way that people looked at us, the men envious of Bernard because they could see that he was in love with me and the women looking daggers at me because in their eyes I was a little tramp with her greedy claws into a silly old rich man. When we got back to our head office I went straight to my office to work my way through the mountains of paperwork that we brought back. I had only just begun when Jenny raced in and grabbed me out of my chair and hugged me. "Bernard has just told me the news, Nikki I'm so happy for you both and I know that you will be the best wife." She kissed me before racing back to her duties. The news spread like wild-fire around the building bringing with it an angry Mark. "What the fuck are you doing you stupid old man? How could you fall for that scheming little slut?" "That's exactly how I thought that you'd react, no concern for my happiness just scared that you'd get less when I retire or die. Let me tell you something right now, you're fired. I know what you've been doing to keep that sleazy club of yours open and how you've been stealing company funds." "I wouldn't have had to if you hadn't stopped her performing, she was what the customers came to see and you convinced her to give it away. We couldn't fill the room after that no matter what the girls did." "Don't you dare blame me for that! If I hadn't come home when I did you would have raped her and she would have left anyway! She took no convincing because she wasn't a slut as you so colorfully described her!" Bernard was trying hard and with only moderate success to keep his anger under control. "Are you blind as well as stupid? She was nothing but a slut, she was just like all the girls, fucking anything that moved as long as it had a cock." "But she was a virgin at the time." "So she says, and you believed her? Christ, are you that gullible that you fell for that?" "Yes I did, I know that she didn't lie to me and do you know how I know that?" "No." "Because I took her virginity not three nights ago, that's how I know that she told me the truth. Now I want you to clear out your desk and leave and while you're at it go to Legal and ask Peter to come up, I'm going to change my will." Mark stormed out of the office and out of our lives. The next major hurdle was my mother. She now lived on her own in the squalor that was once my trailer home. My brothers were long gone, I hoped that they were making something of their lives, leaving her in a dribbling drunken stupor. "Who the fuck are you?" She saw Bernard standing with me. "If you're here for the rent I'll pay you next week when I get my welfare check." "Mother, it's me Nikki, your daughter." "Nikki? Daughter? Oh that's right I seem to remember I used to have a daughter called Nikki, but she ran off and abandoned me when I needed her most, ungrateful little slut, that's what she was a slut." I was about to say something but Bernard put his hand on my arm to stop me. "The daughter that you described as a slut is now a very successful business woman with a responsible position in a highly respected company." "Bullshit! She was a stripper and I know what that means, she was a slut just like I told her she would be." "She was never a slut. We came by today to tell you that we, Nikki and I, are getting married in a couple of weeks, we just thought that you should know that she is very happy." "Oh great. She's happy but what about me, who's going to look after me, me who brought her into this world? "We will do what we can. We have arranged to pay your rent here for twelve months so you can save some money and look to moving somewhere else, or you could stay here and spend the money on doing this place up and making it more comfortable." Mother calmed down after that and even thanked us and wished us well for the future. "You know she'll just waste it on cheap booze, don't you." I said to Bernard as we left. "Probably, but I had to give her the option to make the most of the opportunity, just as I did with you." Bernard and I married two weeks later and this saved us having to explain how I managed to have our first child, a beautiful daughter we call Bella, within nine months. I must have been ovulating that first night or the second or third, oh who cares when it was, all that I know is that I'm happier than I ever imagined possible not all that long ago. I am NOT a Slut! It's very important to keep one's eyes on trends. Black sexuality is political. There is an emerging movement, very much like feminism of the 60s but dissimilarly driven, that has given rise to a segment of the population referring to themselves as sluts and whores as some sort of "empowerment". Some women are doing so without thought or consciousness, because they have been conditioned to believe that it's arousing to be called names during sex. Others, however, are doing so because they believe they are somehow changing the meaning of the word. It is those women who give me great pause. Internalizing our abuse is not reason to sanction our own objectification. Society will call women, ESPECIALLY women of color, sluts and whores, label us as promiscuous at the drop of a hat, all day every day. Turn on the radio, watch a movie, there are Black women being called sluts and whores every where you turn. For us to call ourselves that doesn't change anyone's opinion of us, it simply reinforces to them their negative perceptions. They see any sign of a woman's sexuality, any display of owning our preferences and desires, as being slutty. If women enjoy sex, we are sluts. Well, I'm not a slut. I'm a woman who masturbates, enjoys porn, who loves hot, steamy, passionate fucking, but I'm not a slut. I don't think it's arousing for men to call me a slut or a whore, I don't want to be slapped around, spit on, called names and nor do I think if I ask for it or call myself names am I empowering anyone other than perhaps the person I'm with to feel superior to me, like they can treat me like shit with my approval. "I'm changing the meaning of the word, taking the sting out of it." I've heard that exact same argument from numerous women in reference to being called a slut. It's the same argument I've heard from Black people about using the word nigger. If you look at the segment of the population who uses the word nigger, they aren't particularly empowered. They are at the bottom of the socio-economic ladder, they are under-educated and under and unemployed. They are seen by society as niggers and treated thusly. Other than a handful of rappers who have used to word to ride to fame by degrading themselves and their race, there are very few "niggers" who are commanding respect from those that would oppress them. I'm going to politely suggest that the same is true for the women who claim that they are making a bold political statement about calling themselves sluts. I'm not really seeing the instances of men feeling uncomfortable by their words and actions; I'm not really seeing a movement for men to be more introspective and rethink their use of the word. Men are more and more comfortable calling women degrading names and the women who sign on for it, whether it be for political or sexual reasons, are NOT empowering anyone. There is an entire generation of young women who have grown up on porn. In my day, porn was hard to come by and if you did happen upon it, it was a magazine with softcore pictures, not, the constant stream of hardcore porn that young people have grown up on. My sexuality and VCRs (machines that played video tapes for those who are too young to even know what they are) are about the same age and I never saw an adult film until I was almost 20. There was no internet so you had to go to a store and in the store there was a back room separated with a swinging western door where men looked at the ground and tried to pretend they were invisible. There were NEVER any other women in the room, no matter what time of day you went, no matter how long you stayed. There were three categories of movies: straight, gay, and lesbian and even the lesbian porn was created solely for men. There was no anal section, there was no MILF porn, no, Japanese, shemale, public, or certainly BDSM or extreme or any of the numerous categories that can be found in seconds today on any computer. Interracial porn was in the fetish section and considered an oddity. And quite different from today, there was no common theme of the rape and degradation of women. Back in the day, was a lot of moaning and groaning in porn, there was even a ton of kissing, and they were the masters of sexy talk. That talk, however, wasn't, "You filthy fucking whore, gag on my dick bitch." Today, you can't watch a movie without a young lady being spit on, gagged, choked, slapped, spanked, and being called and calling herself every name in the book. I can clearly see how young ladies today, growing up in a time when porn was accessible and their only exposure to sex has been about degrading women would find that arousing. I can also see how women my age, who have had to hide their sexuality all their lives, who haven't had outlets to express themselves can watch videos of other women being degraded and get a secret thrill. I've heard more than a few women who have been the victims of sexual abuse say that they are empowered when they call themselves sluts and whores and feel that they are diffusing the meaning of the word by doing it. I've never really gotten a good understanding of how that works exactly. If society and men in general don't change their perceptions of the word, calling oneself a slut doesn't seem particularly empowering, it seems more like objectifying yourself. To be honest, to me, it seems like abusing yourself and calling it liberating. In any case, there are legions of women, for one reason or another, who feel that calling themselves sluts and whores, and/or being called a slut and a whore during sex is arousing and empowering. I don't. I'm secure enough in my own identity as a woman, a sexual woman at that, that I can say, "No, I am not a slut." I don't find it arousing to call myself a slut, I do not think it's empowering to have someone call me a whore, I don't think I'm making a political statement by conforming to society's preconceived notion that I'm a slut, that's not redefining anything. I personally find it far more empowering to BOLDLY and unapologetically say, "Look at me. I'm a regal queen. Hey world, I'm a precious and divine gift and I'm not going to share my body with random men who are undeserving, who don't treat me with respect, who don't value what I bring to the table." Yes, I've been raped, more times than anyone ever should in fact. I have struggled with my sexual identity like most women have in this patriarchal society. My wants, desires, and preferences have been shaped by the lovers I've had in the past, my sometimes fragile self-esteem, and my overwhelming desire to take responsibility for my sexuality. In the end, I'm much more comfortable defining myself and my sexuality by not apologizing to anyone for having desires and lusts that celebrate me being a woman, not a whore, thing, or a slut. I guess, at the end of the day, one has to ask themselves what they feel is more empowering. Is it, "I am a gorgeous and divine queen, deserving of nothing less than a man who will treasure, adore, please, and treat me as the special and unique individual I AM," or, "I'm a filthy, nasty slut who wants men to treat me like a cum dump." I Am Not A Slut Wife I go to church on Sunday, and always try to be a good girl. But sometimes it’s just so hard! Some women might consider me a slut wife, but I’m not really. Just a victim of circumstance. I hope you’ll agree after you read my story. My husband hired some contractors to paint our house. As he was leaving for work in the morning he reminded me that they were coming today, but I went back to sleep. When I woke up again, it was about 9:00 on what was sure to be a hot summer day. I threw off the covers and let the refreshing morning air cool off my naked body. I always sleep nude. I was feeling kind of horny, since my husband was too tired last night to make love to me. So I started rubbing my little blond pussy with my fingers, coz it feels so good, even though I know it’s a sin. I was feeling really warm and creamy, almost ready to cum, when I heard a noise outside the window. I looked up and almost screamed when I saw a strange man looking in my window at me! And our bedroom is on the second floor! Suddenly I remembered that the painters were coming today. I covered myself up with the sheets as quickly as I could. The painter was pretending he didn’t see me, just working along, but I saw a sly smirk on his face, and I knew darn well he had seen me. But it was too late now. Being careful not to let him see anything more, I grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom to take a shower. In the shower, I soaped my body and carefully trimmed my pussy hair nice and short, since I know my husband likes it that way. I was tempted to finish masturbating, but I resisted temptation. Actually, I was still in shock about that strange man staring in my window! I got out of the shower and toweled off. I checked out my naked body in the full length mirror. I’m 36 years old, about 5’5”, and my figure hasn’t changed much since I was 18. I keep my thick blond hair nice and long, a little ways past my shoulders. My 36C breasts are still firm with no sag. I work out every day to keep my tummy firm and my butt tight. I know my husband really enjoys my body, but he is usually too tired from his work to make love to me. After I dried off, I peeked my head out the bathroom door to make sure that painter wasn’t in the window, than I ran across the room naked to my dresser. I had noticed in the bathroom that my skin was kind of pale, so I decided to put on my bathing suit and do some tanning out in the yard. I went downstairs, poured my self a nice tall glass of orange juice with ice, and went outside to catch some rays. In the backyard, I laid down in our lawn chair and started putting on some suntan lotion. The two painters were working on the house, and they stopped working to stare rudely at me. I regretted then that I had worn such a skimpy string bikini. My breasts were practically falling out, and there was only a tiny triangle of fabric covering my pussy, and a few stray pussy hairs were peeking out around the edges. My butt was completely exposed with just a thin string up the crack of my rounded ass. Well, it was too late now to change. I continued putting on lotion, and one of the men kind of sauntered over and introduced himself as "Jim." I was relieved to see that he wasn't the one who saw me through the window. Jim was taller, muscular, with brown hair and eyes. He was wearing shorts and t-shirt, and I could see his thick hairy legs. I told him my name was Eileen. We chatted for a minute and then he offered to help me put on some suntan lotion. "Oh no," I replied, "I can do it just fine." "You better let me help you with your back at least. It's going to get hot today, and you don't want to get burned," Jim said. I decided that since he was such a nice man, there was no harm. I handed him the lotion and turned over on my stomach. He sat down beside me and started rubbing lotion all over my back. He was very thorough. He rubbed my neck gently and my arms, and then he started on my calves, and then my thighs. I was just about to thank him and turn over when he surprised me by rubbing suntan lotion on my ass! I was already kind of turned on from him rubbing me all over, and this was too much. But I couldn't turn over until he stopped. He just kept rubbing and rubbing, put his hand between my legs, right up to my pussy and all over my ass. It felt so good, but I knew he had to stop! Finally, I managed to stammer out, "Thank you!" and turned over. But he didn't stop rubbing me! Instead, he just said he would help with my front too! He boldly put his hands right on my breasts, and I was humiliated to notice my nipples became hard under his touch. I said, "That's enough" and brushed his hands off me. I was relieved that he stopped and went back to work! The other painter was watching us intently, but now they went back to work. I stayed out in the sun for a couple of hours, and then I decided I better go back inside. I ate some breakfast, and cleaned the bathroom and kitchen. I was resting in the afternoon, and I wondered if the painters were done yet. I looked outside and saw that they were still working hard. I asked them through the window if they wanted something to drink? Jim said sure, and they both walked around to the back door. I invited them into the kitchen and asked what they wanted? They both wanted beers, so I got 3 beers from the fridge and opened them for all of us. I had changed into a pair of tight jean shorts, and a tank top. But I had forgot to wear a bra, and my nipples were showing clearly through. I saw both of the men staring at my breasts. I was flattered, but also a little scared to be alone the house with them. The other painter introduced himself as Larry. He was about 40 years old, well-built, with dark hair and eyes. Larry asked me if I slept well this morning? I flushed red at his rude comment about seeing me in bed this morning. I didn't know what to say. He then continued, "You sure have nice tits Eileen. How about letting my partner Jim see them?" "No! of course not," I answered. But Larry just ignored me and came up and started fondling my tits right through my tank top! I couldn’t believe this was happening to me! I had always been faithful to my husband, and now a stranger was feeling up my breasts right in my own kitchen. For some reason, I didn't stop him. It felt so good, and I thought it wouldn't hurt to let him get a little feel before they went back to work. I leaned back against the kitchen counter with my arms behind me, pushing my breasts out for Larry's hands. After they left I knew I would have to masturbate, I was so turned on. But he didn't stop. Instead, he pushed my shirt up and started mauling my bare breasts. My breasts have always been extra sensitive, and I couldn't help moaning out loud when he put his mouth to my tits and starting sucking. It felt so good! I thought I might come right then. Then Jim was standing by my side and he grabbed my hand forced it down to his cock, which he had taken out while Larry assaulted me. I tried to pull my hand away, but he kept my wrist trapped in his strong grip. I felt my hand closing involuntarily around his huge cock. I glanced down and gasped when I saw how big it was! It was at least 9 or 10 inches long and so thick! I hadn't seen a cock that big since I had dated a football player in college! I put my tiny fist around it, my fingers couldn't even close around it, and pumped his hard meat slowly. Jim let go of my hand, but for some reason I kept stroking him, as Larry continued to assault my tits. Then Larry put his strong arms on my shoulders and forced me down to my knees. I gulped when I saw Jim's huge cock waving in my face. Larry took out his cock too, and I had two mammoth penises bouncing against my soft tanned cheeks. I kept stroking Jim's cock, and I opened wide to fit Larry's monster into my mouth. I don't know why I did it, I just did. His cock was kind of sweaty and smelled like a man. His dick was so big, I could barely fit my mouth around it. I felt myself salivating and slobbering over his cock, as he pushed it mercilessly deeper and deeper down my throat. Soon he set up a steady rhythm, in and out of my mouth, and all I had to do was keep my lips tightly wrapped around him and suck him the way I knew men like. Meanwhile, I kept pumping Jim's cock with my hand, using the same rhythm. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have this thick slab of meat sliding in and out of my cheeks and down my throat. I had never been with two men before at the same time, and it was such a turn on to be pleasuring both of them at the same time. I heard Larry groan with pleasure, and he increased his pace, fucking my mouth like I was some cheap whore. I felt his dick expand, and then he exploded into my mouth. I kept sucking, just letting his jism go straight down my throat, swallowing it down like a good little whore. I stroked Jim faster and faster, and the next thing I knew his cock was spurting all over my face and hair. He just kept coming and coming as I pumped out all his sticky cum, and I put my lips to his cock to suck down the last few drop. I felt so ashamed, and I just wanted them to leave, even though I was very turned on. But they weren't done with me yet. I felt them lift me up and they carried me upstairs between them to my bedroom. I kept telling them to stop, to leave, I couldn't do this, but they ignored me. They dragged me to the bed, and lifted me up onto it. Then Jim was pulling down my shorts and panties, and I was humiliated that I felt myself lifting my butt off the bed to help him. I was completely naked now and at their mercy. Larry noticed my husband's video camera on the dresser and set it up to film us. I told him he shouldn't do that, but secretly it turned me on even more to think about being filmed. Jim got up in between my legs and started rubbing his huge cock meat against my wet pussy, It felt so good, but I didn't want to be unfaithful to my husband. I told him, "No! leave me alone," and with a tremendous act of will power, I tried to escape by jumping off the bed. That was when I noticed Larry at my shoulders, and he quickly pinned down my arms and shoulders so I couldn't escape. The only thing I could do now was to close my tanned legs tightly and cry, hoping they would have pity on me. But Jim just wedged his knee between my legs, and slowly forced them apart. He got his whole torso in between my legs, and started rubbing his thick hard cock against my pussy again. There was nothing I could do to stop his brutal rape, and a sigh of pleasure and relief escaped my lips, and I resigned myself to the inevitable. He pushed his cock into me forcefully, but I hadn't had sex for so long that my pussy was very tight, and it took him many hard thrusts to force his way down my slippery but small vagina. I said, "No, no, it hurts. It's too big. Stop, please stop. Or I'll tell my husband." But these men had no mercy. They just wanted one thing, my tight little body all for their own pleasure. Larry held my shoulders and arms firmly down, as I tried to toss and turn. I tried to squirm away from Jim's huge cock, but he had me firmly impaled now. He kept pushing deeper and deeper inside me, and I realized that I had never had a cock this large before. "Shit, this is sure some tight pussy," Jim grunted with appreciation, ignoring my feeble efforts to escape. He pushed in and out now, as I cried helplessly. Gradually, however, the pain subsided. My pussy was already well-lubed, and it slowly stretched to accommodate his immense breadth and width. I was moaning and thrashing all around, but now with pleasure mixed with pain. Larry realized that I couldn't escape now, and went to check that the video camera was capturing all this. Somehow, I couldn't stop moaning with pleasure, even though I still wasn't used to such a big penis in my little pussy hole. I felt my arms wrap themselves around Jim involuntarily; I scratched his back and then my hands went down to his butt, to pull him even deeper into me. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have his big dick sticking it to me. He just kept fucking me harder and faster now. I wasn't trying to stop him anymore. I even felt myself saying, "don't stop. Don’t stop. Oh fuck me. Fuck me harder!" Suddenly I felt myself exploding into the most intense orgasm of my entire life! I urgently slammed my pussy up against his cock, as he pounded me like a cheap whore. My orgasm just kept going on for about 3 minutes, I came over and over again. Then I felt his cock expand even more, and his hot come fill up my tight little pussy. That made me come again. Finally we stopped and tried to catch our breath. I realized with shame that I had enjoyed it, and that the video camera had caught it all. Larry plugged the video camera into the TV, and then the sounds of my coming and begging Jim for more and more filled the room. I saw with shame my tight little body being willingly pounded by Jim's huge cock, my legs wrapped tightly around him. The camera had caught it all! I cried in shame helplessly while we watched the video. Then Larry set up the camera again and come over and put me up on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed. I knew he wanted to fuck me too, and at this point there was no reason in trying to stop him. He got up on his knees behind me and rubbed his had cock up and down my wet slit. Then he abruptly shoved his cock up to the hilt in my come-filled hole. He fucked me hard and fast, brutally, like an animal. And I reacted just like a bitch in heat. I humped back against him in time to his thrusts, as I came over and over again. He must have been turned on by watching Jim fuck me, because he didn't last long. Soon he was adding another big load of come to my already overflowing little pussy. He pulled his long limp cock from abused pussy with a plop. We all sat around drinking another beer after our workout. I told them we could never do this again. I begged them to let me have the tape, but they refused. After they left, I took a shower and cleaned myself up, hoping my husband wouldn't notice my condition. But he didn't come home until late, and then he went straight to sleep. I hoped I would never see those awful painters again, but I ended up having more adventures with them that I'll tell you about next time. I Am Not a Slut "Aw, Jeez," he sighed, "this bitch really knows how to suck a cock." This Bitch, I thought? He called me "This Bitch?" First I was Mud Bunny and now, after he rapes my face he feels like he can objectify me by calling me This Bitch? It pissed me off. "Donkh gahl be a bishf," I said. It's hard to speak clearly with a dick in your mouth. "What'd she say," asked Mr. Nice Guy. "I think she said she wants to try two at once," the Mean One said. "Nouh," I tried to scream, shaking my head, but it's also kind of hard of to scream with a dick in your mouth. Sure enough, they tried to make me take both cocks in my mouth at the same time. I did my best, 'cause I was so scared and all, but the best I could do was just take both tips in. I couldn't suck them both at once, so they had me suck them one after the other while the other made do with a little hand action while waiting his turn. Mr. Nice Guy had a city dick. That's how my brother Rick and his best friend Tommy described it in the shed behind Tommy's dad's house when I was about 13 and they took their cocks out to show me the difference. Rick was circumcised – a "city dick," while Tommy had an uncircumcised "country dick." Rick's was a lot prettier and looked a lot cleaner somehow and I liked that little ridge around the head and the way he moaned when I ran my tongue around it, whereas I had to peel the skin back from Tommy's . . . but I digress. I ran my tongue around the head of Mr. Nice Guy's city dick and he seemed to like that, too. "Man, let's spread her out," he said. "I want to eat her pussy before we fuck her." "Let's take her back to my bedroom where we can be more comfortable," the Mean One answered. "This is gonna take a while." "Wait, we're not gonna fuck me; this is all a mistake," I protested, but realized it was no use. They were gonna do whatever they wanted. Hanging my head in shame and surrender, I allowed them to lead me to the back of the house like a prisoner going to the gallows. I knew there would be no last minute reprieve. It's not something I like to think about. I mean, I go to church sometimes and everything. Like I said, I'm really am not a slut; I am an honorable, virtuous woman of high moral character who would never intentionally cheat on my husband and here I was, helpless, about to be ravished against my will by these muscular young animals who were ignoring all my pleas for mercy because of their insatiable animal lust and the more I moaned and cried out in desperation the hotter and wilder they became. It is not only shame and modesty which prevents me from going into detail about that night; frankly, it's all kind of a blur. I think I was traumatized. I hadn't even heard the term "spit-roasted" before that night, but I found out what it means. They held me down and licked my cunt. They made me lay on my back and pull my legs back to my ears so that I was totally exposed and took turns eating me and tugging on my pussy lips and tongue-fucking my tight little rosebud asshole until I almost came. They fucked me one after the other and then made me suck their dicks again and then fucked me again, putting me on my knees and fucking me like a dog. They slammed into me and made my big tits swing and even smacked my ass and I was so ashamed that I cried out in desperation but that only got them more excited and they fucked me even harder. Mr. Nice Guy had me ride him like a cowgirl and made me lean over so he could suck my titties while I bounced up and down on his cock. They didn't use condoms. They shot so much jism up inside me it was running down my legs and I don't know how they could even feel anything, which is why I guess they smeared some up my crack and over my butt and then fucked me in the ass. "NO!" I protested when I first felt them stretching me there and realized what they were doing, but it was the Mean One who started it and the Mean One didn't take no for an answer. "Just relax," he said. "I'll go slowly. Maybe it would help if you reached your hands back and spread your butt cheeks." Okay. Maybe it would help. Maybe it did help, because it was only a couple of seconds before I felt my sphincter relax and the head of his cock slid into my ass and I gasped as he filled me up. He started pumping me slowly, going deeper and deeper with each stroke, and it wasn't long before he was again plunging full his full length into me and again I cried out and again he smacked my ass before grabbing my hips and pumping me harder and faster. He pulled on my hair and made me lean my head back so I could gobble Mr. Nice Guy's cock while he waited his turn in my ass. I remember wondering what I looked like getting butt-fucked. I remembered watching a drunk Mary Jane McAlester take it up the ass on her knees in the copy room at the office Christmas party two years ago and she looked so hot with her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth wide open and her tits flopping, screaming silently in rapturous abandon and it was such a turn on that I wished I had a dick so I could fuck her myself. But again I digress. They did me all night long. They used me like a piece of fuck meat. They made me their bitch. I had long since given up trying to struggle and just resigned myself to being savagely used and abused by these wicked, sex-crazed studs who had obviously been driven so mad with lust at the sight of my heaving breasts and rippling rump that they could no longer control themselves. So I just quit protesting and let them do anything they wanted. It was no way to treat a lady. I woke up the next morning in a pile of sticky, tangled bed sheets that literally reeked of sex. "Hurry, get up," Mr. Nice Guy said, shaking my shoulder. "It's late. We gotta get to work." "What about my car," I asked groggily. "We still have time to get it out, but you have to hurry," he said. "Wait, what about my clothes?" "Uh, well, there's a slight problem with that," he hesitated. "We kinda got distracted last night and forgot to put 'em in the dryer. They're still wet. You'll just have to take them with you in a sack." "What?" I yelled. "What am I supposed to wear?" "You still have my shirt," he grinned. "You'll have to make do with that." I looked at the wrinkled, cum-stained shirt bunched around my waist with all but one of its buttons missing. "I can't go out in daylight like this!" "Just shut the fuck up and get in the truck," the Mean One ordered as he pulled his pants on. I shut the fuck up, tugged the shirt around me so as to cover up as much flesh as possible, got out of bed and followed them to the truck. I tried to sink in on myself as we drove through traffic on the way back to my car. Nobody said anything, but I could still smell the odor of stale sex rising up from between my legs and knew the guys could smell it, too. I held the ruined shirt tightly over my breasts as we drove and tried to keep my legs together, but still I felt a sticky puddle forming on the seat under me as their jizz continued to leak out of both my holes. Gawd, how humiliating. I waited in the truck while they got the car out. It didn't take long. They motioned to me after they'd pulled it up on the shoulder. I walked gingerly over with as much dignity as I could muster while carrying my clothes in a sack, barely able to walk because my pussy and asshole were both so sore and swollen, and climbed behind the wheel. The Mean One leaned in the window and grinned. "Mud Bunny," he said, "I want to thank you for a truly wonderful evening. You are absolutely the hottest little slut I have ever met." My mouth flew open as I angrily put the car in gear. I leaned out as I stomped on the accelerator, not even caring that my boobs were again exposed and hanging out the window. "I AM NOT A SLUT!" I screamed as I drove away with their laughter ringing in my ears. Really, I'm not.