3 comments/ 107991 views/ 8 favorites How I Became a Slut Ch. 02 By: sophiewilliams The excitement and feelings I had for David were to only last twenty four hours, possibly less than that as the next night he phoned me to tell me the worst thing imaginable, he was married. As he said the words it felt like a dagger was being pushed into my heart. He went on to apologise and explain why we couldn't be together and repeat what we had done but I had stopped listening as I fought hard to hold back my tears. It's amazing how quickly your emotions can turn from love to hate in a matter of seconds. I don't even remember the last thing he said to me as I hung up the phone before he had the chance to finish. How could he do this to me? I kept saying over and over to myself. I thought he liked me, wanted me even, but then I realised he did want me, just not the same way I wanted him. That night I led on my bed crying wishing my world would end. Thankfully my mother didn't bother me that night as I have no idea what I would have told her, the truth probably. The following morning I told my mother that I didn't feel very well so she phoned the school to say I wouldn't be in. I ended up taking the whole week off and David didn't call or text once to see if I was ok. By the end of the week I decided I had to pull myself together and except what had happened. I didn't regret losing my virginity because I had really enjoyed it, but I felt dirty by the way I had been seduced and used. As the weeks rolled by I started to feel normal again, I didn't tell anybody about it and David made me promise to keep my mouth shut. I thought he had a cheek but I enjoyed letting him sweat for a bit, besides I didn't want people calling me childish names. The New Year arrived and with it came my mother's new boyfriend, Allan He was younger than my mother at thirty three, compared to her forty one years, and I thought he was quite handsome. The first time I met him was very brief. I was going out with the girls when they returned home with a DVD and a takeaway. I was wearing a knee length black dress that was low cut and I could tell he liked me as his eyes explored my body. I said goodnight and before I closed the door behind me I looked back over my shoulder and found him still gawping at me. I smiled. In the beginning Allan only stayed over at weekends and I very rarely saw him, but when I did he always looked at me in an over friendly way. As well as finding it amusing it also made me feel good. Although I found him handsome I didn't fancy him and the fact he was my mother's boyfriend made it a bit weird too. But I'd be lying if I didn't admit to enjoying the attention. I think it was about seven months into their relationship when my mother turned forty two and to celebrate Allan threw her a surprise birthday party at our local pub. I had recently finished my exams so it was a double celebration with my friends and family. Everybody seemed to be having a good time, especially my mother who spent most of the night dancing while I was at the bar drinking free wine, far too much wine in fact because I was becoming very drunk. At one point during the night I went outside for a cigarette, quickly followed by Allan. I was wearing the same black dress I wore the night we first met and his wandering eyes hadn't gone unnoticed this time either. He came right up behind me and asked me what I was doing. I smiled and pulled two cigarettes from my packet. I then felt his hands gently touching my hips as he took one of the cigarettes and I knew then that he wanted me. He then turned me sideways and rested his free hand on my bum as we lit our cigarettes. I knew I should have stepped away and removed his hand but it felt nice. He wasn't grabbing and groping my bum but he was gently smoothing his hand across my dress and over my cheeks. I could tell by his eyes as well as his body language that he was becoming aroused. Again, I knew I was starting to play with fire, so I don't know why I did it but once I finished my cigarette I gently rubbed my hand across the front of his trousers before returning to the party. I remember thinking that I shouldn't have done that. But the excitement the sense of danger it created had also turned me on. I knew I wouldn't act on it; after all he was my mother's boyfriend. Back in the pub he followed me around all night. The party was in full swing and most people, including my mother, were too drunk or having such a good time to notice. I had a few dances but I spent most of the time at the bar and Allan was never far behind cupping a sneaky feel of my bum. At one point he slid his hand up the back of my leg and squeezed my bare flesh. It made me jump but thankfully nobody noticed. Near the end of the evening I was really starting to feel the effects of all the wine I had drunk and I started to feel sick. Allan offered to take me home but, thankfully, my mother insisted he stay with her as she asked my friend to take care of me. The next morning I woke with my breasts exposed and my panties hanging off the end of the bed. As I sat up trying to remember how I got to bed the night before I felt a slight pain between my legs. I reached down and realised I was sore. I was horrified as I thought the worst but then I quickly felt relieved when I found no evidence of sperm. I laughed at the outrageous idea, it wasn't uncommon for me to come home from a night out and masturbate myself to sleep. I couldn't remember anything about the party but as I climbed off my bed and changed into my dressing gown I vaguely started to remember that Allan had been feeling my arse for most of the evening. I eventually made it downstairs and into the kitchen where my mother and Allan were nursing their own hangovers. We laughed at each other and Allan poured me a cup of coffee. We chatted for a bit and I learnt that my friend, Emma and her boyfriend Matt had brought me home, which made me feel a little weird considering my state of dress that morning. As we continued chatting and reminiscing I noticed Allan grinning with an air of cockiness. He had obviously enjoyed the party I thought. Later on in the shower I tried to remember what had happened to me the night before. Had I masturbated? Did Emma and Matt do things to me? Or was it Allan? I felt confused and didn't know how to feel. When I questioned Emma I acted as if nothing had happened. Casually she told me that Matt carried me up to my bedroom and they left me on my bed. She seemed genuine enough and nothing in her tone gave me reason to doubt her. In fact I felt a little bit stupid for thinking her and Matt would do such a thing. Next I questioned my mother, in the same way I did Emma, and she told me that her and Allan got home around two o'clock in the morning and went to bed. I considered the possibility that once she had fallen asleep he might have crept into my room, but she added at the end that she was pissed off with him for crashing out and depriving her of sex on her birthday. I decided I must have pleasured myself and was too drunk to remember, but then over the days that followed I started to remember bits and pieces and worked out the rest. I could hear people laughing and then someone plonking me onto my bed. I guessed it was Emma and Matt from what she had told me but I couldn't picture them. I don't know if it happened immediately as that would mean it was Emma and Matt or weather it happened much later, but I remember being pulled over onto my back and feeling a pulling action on my body. I now realise that it was my panties being pulled down. I think my legs were pulled wide apart but I couldn't be sure. I then felt something pushing in and out between my legs. I know I was being penetrated but what with, a finger, fingers or even a cock? I couldn't remember my dress being pulled down or my breasts being touched but I could remember something heavy on top of me before my body started to rock. I must have been lying motionless while someone, Matt or Allan, fucked me. I don't know how long it lasted but I can confirm that I was sore in the morning. With no traces of cum I figured that whoever it was that night he probably wore a condom. Even to this day I don't know who it was that fucked me. Sometimes I would masturbate imaging that it was Matt as Emma watched. Other times I would masturbate imaging Allan, but that side of the fantasy would soon end. At the end of the summer I went off to university where my sexual education expanded. I had a couple of short term boyfriends and a few one night stands but they were nothing to really cherish or look back on for self pleasure. But the times I spent at home during my three years at university were. One Friday morning I was at home completing an assignment and I thought I was alone. I knew my mother had gone to work and I assumed Allan, who had by now moved in, had also gone to work. As I thought I was alone I got out of bed and threw on a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of shorts, no bra or panties. I had my back to the lounge door and was so engrossed in my assignment that I nearly had a heart attack when Allan entered to greet me. He came up behind me looking over my shoulder and asked me what I was doing. I knew he could see down my t-shirt if he looked and knowing Allan he probably was. I didn't want to be rude so I began to tell him about my assignment. I welcomed the break and lit a cigarette as I sat back talking about my work. Then I felt something. Allan placed his hands onto my shoulders and started to gently massage them. I didn't move as he started to rub a little deeper, feeling his fingers pressing into my aching muscles, I started to really relax. His thumbs began massaging my neck gently as I talked more about my work. I knew that neither of us was really interested in what I was saying but it acted as a decoy, allowing him to touch me inappropriately. His hands began to tremble and I realised he was edging his fingers forward. His fingertips lightly massaged the front of my neck before moving further down my chest, and then in one trembling movement he slid his hand inside my t-shirt and grabbed my right breast. I gasped and sat up in shock. I knew I should have removed his hand but I felt powerless and remained still as he dropped his other hand into my t-shirt and massaged both breasts. I stopped talking as he groped me and started to rub my nipples. My breathing became heavier as I started to forget about my work and concentrate on the feeling inside my t-shirt. Then his mobile started ringing and he withdrew his hands from my t-shirt. I couldn't believe it as the warmth from his hands quickly disappeared. I know most men would have ignored the call but if it was work he had to answer it. I hate mobile phones! I tried to get back into my assignment but I couldn't concentrate. My nipples were like bullets and I noticed a damp patch in my shorts. I got up and went into the kitchen to make some coffee when he returned. We glanced at one another and I looked away. He came up beside me and placed his hands on my hips and I closed my eyes as I felt his hands slide their way up inside my t-shirt. I bit my lower lip in anticipation as his hands reached the underside of my breasts. By now I was so horny having his hands on my body that I reached behind my back and grabbed his cock through his pants. I smiled as I rubbed his bulge and he slipped his hands up and over my breasts, cupping them firmly before gently squeezing them. My hand was now firmly squeezing his cock and he started to breathe heavy onto my neck. His ragged breathing sent shivers down my spine as I placed my other hand to his crotch and fumbled for his zipper. Allan spun me around before I could free his cock and kissed me. His hands slipped down over my shorts and he grabbed my bum, lifting me gently onto my tip toes. Neither of us said a word as I yanked down his zip and pulled out his cock. It felt warm and very hard in my hands before I knelt down on the kitchen floor in front of him. I was too horny to tease him so I placed it into my mouth and sucked hard. I nearly choked as he started ramming it in so forcefully. Then I looked up at him and he pulled his cock from my mouth and started rubbing the mixture of my saliva and his pre cum across my face as I knelt before him taking it. It turned me on even more having him abusing me like that, most guys are just grateful to have a girl give them a blow job, but that wasn't enough for Allan as he gently pulled me up higher so his cock was level with my tits. I smiled up at him as I squashed my tits around his cock and rubbed him up and down. "Oh fuck, Sophie," he moaned, "don't stop I'm going to cum." I squeezed my tits harder together and flicked my tongue across the tip of his cock as it thrust up through my cleavage. Then he came all over my tits. I had never seen so much cum as he grabbed hold of the kitchen work top and grunted. The first jet took me by surprise. As he thrust his cock up hard, I opened my mouth to lick his cock and instead I got a mouthful of hot cum. I quickly swallowed and giggled before the next jets blasted my face, neck and chest. I stood up and wiped myself down with a towel as he slid his hand into my shorts and started playing with my pussy. He was semi-hard and I was delighted he still wanted more as I cupped his balls and gently massaged them. He used his fingers to spread my lips before sliding inside with ease. My pussy was soaking wet and I wanted him so badly. I enjoyed him fingering me and then he slid more fingers inside making it tight. I continued to feel around his balls until his cock was hard again and then I took hold of it with a gentle but firm grip. And once he was hard he was ready to fuck as he yanked me towards the kitchen table and bent me over it. I thrust my arse up in the air and he quickly tore down my shorts before slapping one of my bare buttocks hard. I yelped and jolted from the pain but then I only felt pleasure as he thrust his cock inside me. He then lifted me up from the table for a moment and removed my t-shirt while he continued to fuck me. With my t-shirt on the kitchen floor he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard as he rammed his cock in and out of my body. He was fucking me harder than I had ever experienced, and I loved it. I gripped the sides of the table and pushed back on his cock. After a few moments I started to time his thrusts with mine and we were away, fucking each other hard and deep. We banged each other like that for ages and I moaned louder and louder until I felt it, the most intense orgasm of my life. It started in my legs and then it travelled up through my body until it entered my brain and exploded. I collapsed forward onto the table screaming and whimpering as Allan continued to pound me. I felt so light headed I had to close my eyes until I regained control of my body. I think Allan realised how hard I had cum because he slowed his strokes and asked if I was ok. "Yeah," I whimpered, "that was fucking amazing." He laughed before saying. "Good, you're just like your mother, a true slut." I didn't like that, but before I could do or say anything he had spun me around, pushed me flat onto my back on the table and plunged his cock back inside my pussy. His comments were quickly forgotten as he lifted my legs and pulled me towards him. His cock was throbbing inside my tight hole as I started to lubricate again, if I ever stopped, and he started to fuck me hard once more. He pushed me forcefully up the table with his cock and then pulled me forcefully back down onto his cock with his hands. He continued to fuck me like that until I was on the brink of a second orgasm. But instead of fucking me over the edge he stopped and withdrew his cock. "What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted. He smiled and rubbed his cock up and down my pussy. The bastard had now decided to tease me. Finally he spoke. "How much do you want my cock?" I couldn't believe he wanted to start playing games when I was so close to coming again. "Stop it," I said in frustration, "just fuck me." "Tell me slut!" he hissed, "How much do you want my cock." "I want it now; I want you to fuck me right here in my ... arghhhhhhh ... fuck!" I screamed as he violently rammed his cock inside me. Once again he pulled out and chuckled to him himself. "Take my cock in your hand slut," he hissed once more, "show me where you want it." I slid my hand down and grabbed his cock, giving it an unfriendly squeeze for the torture he was putting me through. He winced and we both chuckled before I started stroking his cock. I watched his face and I knew he couldn't take much more. I pulled his cock closer to my entrance and then slid it into me so that the tip was touching my lips. I rubbed it up and down like he had done and we both groaned before he pushed inside. I was desperately in need of another orgasm and my pussy was hot for his cum as he resumed his fucking. This time he fucked me differently. Instead of smashing my pussy he lunged in and out with slow but very powerful thrusts. His cock was going so deep entering my womb and stretching my pussy. "That's it, right there, that's the spot," I moaned, "oh yes, fuck me like that." He fought hard to ravage me as my words turned him on. "Yes, you like that slut?" he grunted. "Yes! Yes, I love it! I exclaimed. "Take it deep you fucking slut! You fucking dirty slut! Take it slag! Bitch! You're a filthy fucking slag!" His words were horrible and chilling and to be honest a little scary, but at the same time thrilling. He suddenly seemed dangerous and I liked the danger that was riding me to another orgasm. He continued. "You're a fucking slut, just like your whore mother! I'm going to cum inside your tight body you dirty fucking whore!" He was no longer fucking me with long lunges. By now he had my tits squashed in his hands as he bucked between my legs for all he was worth. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper he went bucking, banging, thrusting and fucking my fragile body. "Ahh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I screamed as I finally reached my second climax. "Take my load you fucking whore! He exclaimed as he filled my womb with his cum. He seemed to go for ages making sure he gave me every last drop and when he was finished he quickly pulled up his pants and left me. As I led on the table naked I thought about the names he was calling me and the things he had said about my mother. I felt his cum leak out of me and onto the table as I thought about what I had done. Was I a terrible daughter? Or was he a terrible boyfriend? Probably both were accurate statements. Allan and I fucked four more times after that and I loved it when he called me terrible names. He had created a hunger in me that I needed to satisfy. But a few months after our last fuck, I found out that I wasn't the only girl he was entertaining other than my mother. I felt terrible when they split up. My mother never found out about Allan and me, and somehow that made it worse. I wanted to confess but I knew it wouldn't help. Instead I carried my guilt and consoled my mother. How I Became a Slut Ch. 02 I was eager to meet with Rob again, and see what more plans he had for me. I couldn't stop thinking about our last night out, and what I have discovered about myself. I liked how Rob made me expose myself in a way I could never imagine, and I hoped Rob would know how to push me forward with this. But it has been a few days that he was busy in work, and didn't have time to see me. So, I've decided to do it myself. One day, on my way home, I felt I had to do something. So, I fond a quiet corner, slipped my panties under my skirt, took off my bra, and left some extra buttons open on my shirt, so that i only had to bend over a bit, to let a clear view of my breasts. I pulled my skirt up, stuck my undies in my purse, and went my way. At first, nothing happened; people went by next to me, without noticing anything. I started to get disappointed, and realized I had to be more active, if I want to get the attention I desired. I reached my and as if to fix my shirt, but actually opened another button, and pulled it until my breasts were half exposed, almost until the nipples. It definitely worked, and I could see how the guys turned their looks to my cleavage, some of them even dared smiling at me. This got me more aroused, and more daring, so, when I noticed another guy staring at me, I pulled my shirt a bit more, and let him have a full view of one breast. What a thrill! My nipples were now hard, and it wasn't for the wind. I pulled my shirt back, and continued to walk past the lucky guy, who clearly didn't believe what he just saw. He was following me with his looks as I passed, so I reached my hands back, and flashed him my ass too. I could imagine the looks in his eyes now, but decided not to turn back and look. After a while, I sat down on one of the street benches. I made myself busy on my phone, and spread my legs open, so my pussy was in clear view for by passers. Whenever someone turned his head I knew it was working, and could feel the moisture building up inside me. A few minutes like that and I was completely wet. I just couldn't stop myself and passed my finger on my crack, to feel how wet I was. When my finger reached up to my clit, I started rubbing it, first gently, and then harder and harder. Of course some people noticed what I was doing. The more shocked they looked, the hotter I felt, jerking myself in front of them, until I came. Then I grabbed my stuff, and went on home. All the way home I kept pulling my skirt higher, and opening my shirt more, until when I came home I was practically naked. This was so exciting, that when I closed the door behind me I just knelt down and rubbed myself to another great orgasm. But still, this was not as exciting as it was the other night with Rob. I guess, that more than the people watching me, I needed Rob to see that. I wanted to make this show for him. And so I was thrilled the next day, when he called, and suggested we "do something" that afternoon. I didn't even ask what "thing", and just waited for him to show up. When he came, he said to me: "It was fun, the last night." "Yes," I agreed with him, and felt how I was getting excited. Now I knew he had plans for me today. I guess I still didn't know how much of a slut I could be for him. "Today we will see how much further you could get. Would you like to see"? This was more of an order than a question, and I didn't intend to refuse. I just nodded my head, too thrilled to speak. "So take off your clothes, and wait here for me," Rob said and went to my room. As he came back a few minutes later, I was standing in the living room, totally naked, and even more excited. He held some clothes of mine, and laid them in front of me. How he found them, I don't know. I forgot I even had them: a short, black mini skirt, that the girl in the shop convinced me once to buy, and I had never worn after, because it was so short, it made me feel more naked wearing it, a white, see-through shirt, my sister gave me once, saying I needed to have something sexy to wear, and of course went straight to the bottom of the drawer, never to see day light again, and my black, high heeled boots, that I actually liked very much, but wore only rarely. I noticed that there were no undies or bra in the pile, but this actually didn't surprise me. Real sluts don't wear them. While I put on the clothes Rob had selected for me, he said: "you have some nice stuff there, but I think you need a new wardrobe. We will go to the mall, to find some stuff for you." I almost chocked when he said that. I'm going to go like this to the mall? I cold just go naked, and save the trouble. the shirt was so thin, my tits where totally visible, and my dark nipples perfectly clear, the skirt was so short, every movement I made my ass stick out, and if I sat down, there was no way to cover my snatch. The boots only made me stick out more, drawing a lot of attention. I wasn't sure I would really dare to go on with that, but didn't want to refuse, and so we went to Rob's car, and drove to the mall. On the way Rob said to me how sexy I looked, and how much he liked the way I was participating with his plan. This had made me feel more confident, wanting to please him as much as I could. With his free hand he was fondling me, and by the time we reached the mall it was deep in my crack. I was so hot, that I didn't need any more encouragement to get out of the car. I knew this will be just what I wanted. We entered the mall, and immediately I saw I was drawing people's attention. The men, of course, they were all staring at my boobs, and my nipples were so hard now, they could explode out of their thin cover. I realized wearing this shirt was actually bolder then exposing myself completely. It was like I shared my secret with every guy looking at me. The women too, were looking at me, some looked shocked, even disgusted by my appearance, but some looked admiring, and I guess they would have liked to have a man like Rob, leading them to be more daring. We crossed the mall, like a couple of celebrities, drawing all the attention, and then Rob said: "let's sit and have something to drink." We sat down in this coffee shop, and waited for someone to wait on us. Rob placed me so that when I sat down, my bare pussy was in the direction of the people passing by us. He didn't have to tell me to keep my legs spread. I knew what he wanted me to do. He reached his hand under the table, and slid my skirt up, to make sure the beautiful view I had down there will not go unnoticed. Sure enough, quiet a few people had noticed that, and I saw them taking a second, or third, round in front of us, to enjoy my little show. I spread my legs a bit more, to make sure they will not miss that. "What would you like to have" the waitress turned to us, as suddenly she noticed me. I could see the surprise in her looks. She flushed red, and looked embarrassed for me. But Rob just replied: "coffee for me, and chocolate milkshake for my girl." He knew I liked milkshake. while we were waiting for our order, Rob's hand slipped between my legs, and our show was getting a more eager crowd. I could see the same faces passing again and again by us, and their looks were clear about what they saw. So I spread my legs a bit more, to let Rob slide his fingers deeper in me. Our drinks had arrived, and I actually regretted that, as Rob pulled back his hand, to take his coffee. I reached for my shake, and let my breasts to lay on the table, as I drew the straw to my mouth. I guess for my audience it looked like I was sucking something else than chocolate shake... We finished our drinks, and Rob said: "let's go to find some proper clothes for you." "Can I help you"? asked the sales lady in the shop, and then she saw me and blushed. "My girl needs some sexy outfits" replied Rob. "Well... OK... follow me," the girl mumbled. I saw all the eyes in the shop turning to me. Bored husbands, following their wives on shopping, waited for them to turn, so they could get a good look at me. Some of them got caught, almost slapped by their wives. The saleslady picked up some clothes for me, and almost ran away, embarrassed. "Go to measure them" said Rob "I want to see how they fit you." We went to the changing lockers, and I closed the curtain behind me. I took off my top, when Rob pulled the curtain. "Let me see you" he said. I was standing there, half naked in front of all the shop. I could feel how everybody turned quiet, and then went on, trying to ignore my bare tits in full view. First I have tried a pink tank-top. It was sitting tight on by breasts, with my erect nipples showing out clearly, and emphasizing my cleavage. "Very nice" said rob. "Let me try something" he said with a smile, and without warning pulled it down. My tits jumped out, and he replied "yes, very good." this actually made me smile. I tried a few more shirts, and I could see our show was getting a lot of attention. Then we got to the bottoms. I couldn't believe myself, but I was so hot, I was happy to pull down my skirt, letting all the shop feast on my pussy. Rob took his time, picking up what he wanted me to try on, and I was just waiting for him, standing there totally naked, except for my black boots. First he picked for me the super short, white pants that were so tight, that it made the curves of my pussy and ass clearer than they were. After I've tried a few more bottoms, Rob was satisfied. "I'll go to pay for them," he said and went to the cashier. Only then I noticed that he took all my clothes with him, including the ones I was wearing from home. I had nothing to put on. For a moment I hesitated, but then I understood it was not a mistake. It was time for me to show myself in the nude. So, I went out from the booth, with my high heels, and bare body. I guess it was too much for the shop management. As I walked across the shop, I saw a security man walking towards me. He had a serious looks, when he said to me "Please follow me, ma'm." I suddenly felt so embarrassed, and so naked, I just didn't know what to say or do. Rob was looking at me from far, with a little smile, but it was clear he was just going to watch me, and not come to my rescue. I hated him, but in the same time didn't want to disappoint him, so I just followed the guard. I was so confused, I didn't even think about putting some clothes. I followed the guard until his office, totally naked, with all eyes in the mall following me. "What did I get myself into," I thought, as the security guy closed his office door behind us. "Am I going to get arrested for public indecency"? I asked him. "I might just hand you over to the police" he replied. I noticed he was checking me with his eyes, passing from by boobs to my pussy and back. I could notice he was getting an erection, and this actually made me a bit more confident. My show was affecting even this tough guy. "You know," ha said "this work can be very frustrating. All these pretty girls passing here in the mall, with their sexy looks, and I have to maintain my position. This can get very frustrating." Now I knew what he wanted, and what will get me out of trouble, so I came closer to him, almost touching him with my tits. He didn't go back, so I continued, and passed my hand on his muscular chest, until I reached his belt. "Let me help you with this tension" I said, kneeling down in front of him. "Am I really doing it"? I was thinking. I had heard from some friends of mine, how they met somebody they liked, and gave them a blowjob without even knowing their name. I thought then they were real sluts, giving themselves like that, but now, well, I was the slut. As I took the guards dick between my lips, I knew I was. And as I started sucking him, I regretted I haven't been a slut a long time before. The feeling of this stranger's meet in my mouth, trusting and pulsing, was making me so horny, I couldn't understand why I hadn't been doing this always. I liked being a slut. After some more sucking, he was shooting hot sperm, filling my mouth, and dripping on my lips. "I guess I will let you go this time," said the guard, and zipped back his pants. I swallowed the rest of his cum, that didn't drip on my bare body. "Thanks" I replied. Not sure if it was for letting me go, or letting me blow his cock. I had just sucked on a stranger's cock, but I didn't feel bad about it. I felt free. I could expose my self everywhere, fuck any time. It was good to be a slut. Rob was waiting for me outside of the office, with my clothes in a bag. "I see he let you go" he said, smiling when he saw the cum dripping on me. "Put on your clothes," he said, "and let's go." He handed me the pink tank-top, and a fitting pink skirt, that was even shorter that the one I had. With this one, my ass was half exposed, no matter what I did, and my pussy barely covered. Definitely the right costume for the cock sucking slut I became. We got into Rob's car, and I just wanted him to fuck me, right there and then, but he just started the engine, and we drove away. I had no choice; I bent over to him, opened his pants, and started sucking him, as he was driving. By the size of his erection, our adventure day had him aroused too. I was happy I could make him feel like that. "Fuck me, Rob, Please" I said to him after a while. I really needed his cock in me. All this excitement made me horny, and I could still taste the security guy's cum in my mouth. What I needed now was a good strong pounding, like Rob knew. "OK" Rob replied, and pulled the car over. We were near a public park. It was getting dark, and only a few people were there. "Let's go." I guessed by then, getting fucked in the park was my next step, so I followed Rob. My skirt had slipped up, letting my ass feel the evening breeze, and the top had moved, so my tits were almost bursting out. But I just wanted to fuck, and didn't have time to fix my clothes. Rob stopped by a little table, not far from the road, and visible from the park as well. "A proper place for fucking a slut," I thought, as I sat on it, with my legs spread and my pussy wet with anticipation. Rob's cock slid into me, without any preparation, and I held myself strong to him, pounding him deeper into me. "Fuck me strong" I said to him. All this action couldn't go unnoticed, and one of the park visitors stopped not very far from us, watching us. I laid back, giving him a full view of my tits, as they bounced to the rhythm of Rob's banging. I was sure our voyeur would not stay for long. He will have to go somewhere to jerk himself off. I was feeling hot. Some more people stopped to look, and I could see some cars slowing down, too. Rob turned me around, and went on fucking me from behind. I always feel the penetration deeper in this position, and having my tits hanging and bouncing in the open, my little crowd of admirers, watching me getting fucked, all this made me cum like crazy. "Yes, Yes, Yes!" I cried, and not long after that Rob exploded in me, filling my hole with his cum. I just fell on the table, and Rob almost had to drag me back to the car. I don't know how we got home. I was so exhausted, after this adventurous day, and I fell asleep the moment I reached my bed. How I Became a Slut Ch. 03 Allan had created a hunger in me; a hunger that I thought wasn't possible. He had created a desire that left me wanting more, a need to experience other men, more men to satisfy this hunger. I considered finding a regular boyfriend, but that would be too much hard work trying to find the right one. I thought about having regular one night stands but again, too much hard work finding the right guy. Then I finally found what I needed to satisfy these cravings. I was no stranger to the internet having used it regularly for my studies, but I was new to its darker and more sinister side. I had moved on from David and the need for love. I wanted the danger that Allan had given me, and more. I signed up to an adult dating service and put clear instructions on my profile page that I was looking for no strings attached fun. The offers for sex from all sorts of men, young and old, came flooding in and I was able to pick and choose. I found most of the men I spoke to were either sex starved husbands or weirdo's looking to fulfil their kinky fetishes, and some of them were married. But three people stood out from the rest. One was a professional guy in his mid-forties and the other two were a male -- female couple looking for a single female. I had fun with both exchanging sexy messages and they both turned me on in different ways. The couple intrigued me. Like all girls, I guess, I had fantasised about going with another girl but never a male -- female couple. Tony and Carol were their names and they were ten years older than me, which seemed to turn Tony on even more. They were fairly experienced swingers and Carol wasted no time in telling me, with great detail, what she would like to do to me. Soon enough we got a little more personal and we started exchanging photos. It was only face pictures at first but then we moved onto more revealing photos before finally exchanging explicit ones. I had a whole album on my computer of Tony and Carol in various states of dress, sexual positions and even cum shots. I could see from the photos that Tony was well equipped and they both had a filthy appetite for sex. I spent endless hours talking to the two of them with my fingers, dildos and even a cucumber, Carol's special request, rammed deep inside me before taking my own photos and returning the favour. Eventually I agreed to meet them both at their house and Tony requested I wear a Basque. On the Saturday we had agreed to meet I booked to have my hair and nails done in the afternoon, so I spent the morning shopping for a sexy Basque. I felt so sexy trying on different outfits that by the time I had picked one I was gagging for some action. The Basque was stunning and expensive. It was black and pink with beautiful silk and lace panels, separated by a zip down the front to give easy access to my body. It also had a ruffled trim running around the bottom with detachable suspenders so I completed the wanton look with a sexy matching black stockings and g-string set. When I left the store the male security guard smiled at me. He had obviously seen the items I had picked out and was now probably left with the image of how I looked wearing them. I smiled back adding fuel to my fire. I'm not one of these women who indulge in self praise to make themselves feel good and I don't put myself down either for others to pick me up. But I have to say I thought I looked stunning. My brown hair flowed with its wavy locks down past my shoulders giving me a sultry look. I used very light make-up with a pink lip gloss that matched my freshly manicured nails and then I slipped into the Basque. My 32C bust was pushed up making it look bigger and I was ready for whatever the night held for me. Before I left that evening I checked I had everything in my bag, including a spare pair of clothes, and put my long coat on over my outfit. When I arrived Tony opened the door to greet me and he politely kissed me on the cheek when I entered. He led me into the living room where I met Carol and she gave me a gentle squeeze and welcomed me into their home. It was a very nice home to, very clean. Carol was wearing a very short low cut black dress, showing off her impressive cleavage and of course no bra. Tony was wearing a smart blue shirt and black trousers and he looked very smart and professional. Tony then handed me a glass of white wine and offered to take my coat. As I felt my coat being taken from my body my heart started to race and the room filled with Tony and Carols gasps. I felt like a call girl compared to how they were dressed, but then I guess in many ways I was. Carol looked at my tits and smiled before she sat next to me on the sofa. We immediately started chatting and I noticed how every time I spoke she watched my lips. I watched her to. She had a pretty face and a fit body with stunning tits, taller than me with longer sexy legs. Sensing how nervous I was she moved a little closer and commented on how lovely and sweet she thought I was. Tony agreed as she leaned in and kissed me softly. It was just a soft brush of the lips at first but then she came back in and slid her tongue into my mouth. It was so different to kissing a man; it was softer, gentler yet still full of passion. She stood us up with her tongue still in my mouth and I naturally wrapped my hands around her neck while she held my face. After a few moments she dropped her hands down to my breasts and gently started to caress them through the Basque. It felt so good I could only respond by kissing her harder. It wasn't long before Tony was standing behind me smoothing his hands up and down the sides of the Basque and my body. I'm sure their hands swapped places as I felt one set of hands run down over my tummy and then up the sides of my body, and then the other set of hands slid softly from my sides to my front and straight over my breasts. I could feel Tony breathing on my neck as he moaned quietly and it tickled sending tiny shivers down my spine. Then Carol broke away and we looked into each other's eyes. She signalled something to her husband with her eyes and I immediately felt his hands on my zip. As Tony very slowly inched the zip down Carol removed my arms from around her neck and pulled her dress straps down. She then cupped her own breasts through her dress waiting for the moment when Tony was ready to release mine. I was so turned on standing between them while they used me for their little game, and Carol knew it too. Tony stopped when the zip had reached the centre of my body. It was low enough to expose my tits while allowing the rest of the Basque to hug my body. Carol signalled again with her eyes and, at the same time, I watched as she pulled down her dress and felt my Basque being pulled apart. I looked at her tits and thought about how nice they looked. They were big and round and probably two cups bigger than mine. Her nipples were dark and hard and her skin looked soft. She stepped forward and grabbed my breasts as she started kissing my neck. Tiny little kisses were planted all over my neck and face as I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling. I quickly felt someone take my hands and lift them upwards and forwards before resting them on something soft. Tony held my hands over his wife's breasts and he started to massage them with my hands. Then I felt another hand on me, but this time trailing itself softly up the inside of my leg until it reached my pussy. Carol was now kissing my breasts and it felt so erotic. I couldn't believe that a woman was licking and sucking my nipples as she slid a couple of fingers between my legs. I began digging my fingers into her soft flesh, feeling her tits, rubbing and caressing. Tony was no longer holding my hands as he unzipped the rest of my Basque and began undressing me. Carol continued with my tits as my Basque fell to the floor and Tony removed my g-string. His hands were now all over my legs, running down the outside and then up the inside sending shockwaves throughout my body. Carol cupped my tits again and forced her tongue back in my mouth. I was so horny. So horny in fact I hadn't noticed that Tony was now naked. "Shall we go upstairs ladies?" Tony suggested. Neither Carol nor I said a word as she took my hand and led me up the stairs to their bedroom. Once in the bedroom she climbed onto the bed and led in middle of it with her legs spread. This is where everything changed and I realised dominance was this couple's fetish. "Why don't you get on the bed?" Tony said. I looked at him and then at Carol, who was teasing her clit. "I want you to lick my cunt, Sophie." She groaned, "I want you to see how wet you've made me." Tony guided me towards the bed and I climbed between Carols legs. I couldn't wait to taste her so I dropped down on the bed and run my tongue up her slit. It tasted better than I thought and she was soaking wet. I flicked my tongue up and down her lips and teased her clit, the same way I liked having it done. Then Tony climbed onto the bed and pulled me up by my hips while Carol grabbed my head, keeping my mouth buried in her pussy. It all happened so quickly that I forgot about a condom and I felt Tony enter me with ease from behind. He didn't mess about as he started to fuck me hard and deep just the way I liked it. I loved it, lashing my tongue in and out of his wife while he tried to push his cock deeper inside me. His hands grabbed my arse cheeks and he spread them wide. I imagined he wanted to get a good look of his cock spreading my pussy as he fucked me to my first climax. After a short while he ran his hands up my back, under my body and then down my tummy until he reached my clit and starting rubbing it. Due to his position he was deep inside me as he rubbed my clit. His thrusts were short and hard as he kept his cock buried to the hilt and his rubbing caused my clit to ache until finally I came. My body shuddered as I came and he moved his hands to my hips and held me tight as he went back to fucking me hard again. It was so intense, too intense in fact as I stopped licking Carol's pussy and dropped my head between her legs. But Tony just wouldn't stop until I had cum again, and he didn't have to wait long as my second orgasm in quick succession ripped through me. The rest of the evening was a blur as I lost count of the amount of orgasms I had. Once Carol had cum she calmed down a bit and wasn't as dominant with me and I got to enjoy her tender touch for hours. I'm not quite sure how Tony managed it but he lasted a very long time before Carol and I led beneath him and watched as he covered our tits with his thick creamy spunk, which we later licked from each other. I didn't stay the whole night but I did sleep for an hour or two before I left. Tony saw me to the front door and kissed me goodnight, but not before he fucked me doggy style at the bottom of the stairs and filled me with his cum. How I Became a Slut Ch. 04 All persons in this story are 18 yrs of age and older. This story could have gone into the incest and taboo catergory but I decided to put it in group sex. Hope this doesnt offend anybody? After my threesome with Tony and Carol I wanted more. I needed more, more sex with strangers. The mystery and danger it supplied was like a drug and I knew I would soon need my next fix. And it came in the way of Greg. Greg was forty five years old and I had been talking to him on the net for a while. By the time I had arranged to meet Tony and Carol I was already exchanging sexy photos with Greg. He wasn't particularly good looking and if I'm being honest he wasn't really my type, what with his balding head and pot belly, but he had a way of talking dirty that turned me to jelly. His cock looked average, but judging by some of the photos he had sent me he could produce an impressive load. He loved the photos I had sent him of myself and he described, with some filthy choice of words, what he would like to do to me. Again, just like Tony and Carol he wanted to dominate me, and I was only too happy to oblige. I was shaking like a leaf when I entered his hotel room. Greg had a fantasy, and that fantasy was for me to do as I was told, right down to the very last detail. When I entered he was sat in a chair by the window with the curtains drawn. The only light was the two lamps hanging above the king size bed and a lamp that was dimly lit on the table beside him. "Stop right there." He ordered, as soon as I closed the door behind me. I was so nervous standing in my long coat and high heels and I could feel my little ankles shaking as I tried to keep my composure. He sat for a few moments staring at me before he finished, what looked like, a glass of whiskey. My body was tensed, waiting for his next instruction, but it didn't come. Instead he remained still, looking, watching, and staring at me. "Tulip," I said to myself in silence. That was my safe word in case I wanted to stop. We had both been pretty honest and detailed with what we wanted. But fucking yourself in front of a computer as you image your fantasises coming true is very different to actually going through with them. It may only have been a game, but it was also a very serious game. After all, this guy was a complete stranger. I don't know how long I stood there but my feet were starting to hurt. I tried to hide my discomfort before he gave me his next instruction. "Remove the coat." His words were gentle but firm. I reached for the top button and slowly slid it through the eye loop, one, two, three, four and then five. "Good girl." He said as I released the fifth and final button. I stood holding the coat for a moment, wondering how best to remove it. "I said remove the coat." His words weren't so gentle this time and I quickly opened the coat and dropped it on the floor behind me. I could hear his groans from across the room as I stood in his daughters, actual, school uniform. I was a little concerned when he first told me about his fantasy, but eventually he convinced me and I soon wanted to role play his daughter, Amber. He sent me some of her things through the post and I quickly sorted out what was suitable. Amber was a little younger than me and judging by the size of her clothes a little smaller too. Before I tried on her clothes I took a long hot bath and shaved my pussy completely bald. After my bath I gently moisturised my body with some designer body lotion and got ready to squeeze into Ambers school uniform. Greg knew my measurements and he obviously knew his daughters too. The thought of my curves bursting at the seams of Ambers clothes turned us both on. Before I got dressed though, I had to arrange my makeup the way Greg had instructed. He told me to put my hair in a nice, high pony tail, using Amber's hair bobble, and to make sure I was wearing lots of her red lipstick and black eye liner. By the time I had finished dressing and applying my makeup I looked and felt like a slut. Everything on my body, except for the body lotion, was Ambers. And it showed. The black bra, which was clearly visible through the thin school blouse, was so tight that it thrust my larger C cup bust upwards, emphasising our difference in the chest department as my breasts looked as though they would spill over the top of the bra cups at any moment. The blouse was also too tight, so tight in fact I couldn't fasten the top two buttons, so instead I flashed a rather impressive cleavage. I'm not sure how tall Amber is or was, but the black school skirt was so tight and short that whenever I bent over or stood carelessly I displayed my backside, showing the outline of a very tight pair of cotton panties. I didn't see the point of the panties until I put them on. They were so tight that they hugged my shaven pussy and created the most prominent camel toe ever. Thankfully he didn't send me a pair of his daughters' shoes, but he did ask me to surprise him, so I chose a pair of black three inch heels. Finally I lit a cigarette and looked myself over in the mirror. I nodded my approval before grabbing my long coat and covering my slutty appearance. I was ready to play the role of Amber. Back at the hotel I reached for Amber's necklace, the one Greg said he liked to watch her put in her mouth, and I smoothed it between my fingers. "You are only allowed to say, Yes, daddy and no, daddy, unless, of course, you decide to use your safe word. Do you understand, Amber?" Greg said. I felt a chill through my body when he called me Amber, but then I replied, "Yes, daddy." "Good," he smiled, "now crawl to me. Crawl to daddy." My eyes widened with the sudden realisation that I was about to go through with it. I was actually going to pretend to be his daughter. I closed my eyes tightly, took a deep breath, bowed my head and then sunk to my knees. "Yes, daddy," I said, obeying his command. The trek across the room on my hands and knees was a long and painful one. The carpet was smooth but it was starting to burn my knees and feel rough on the palms of my hands. My back arched every time I dragged one leg forward and put a hand out in front of me. I started to feel ashamed and it somehow heightened my arousal. I couldn't look at him; instead, I looked at the floor and concentrated on the patterns in the carpet. I noticed my red polished nails. It was Amber's nail polish. "Stop," he said softly when I reached him. I looked up and noticed he was rubbing his cock through his pants. He then stood, grabbed my pony tail and raised me onto my knees. He held me still forcing my head back so I had nowhere to look other than at him. "Sit back on your heels and spread your legs for daddy, Amber." He said, loosening his grip on my hair and allowing me to sit. He then sat back down and leaned in close. "You are to look only at me, Amber. Do you understand?" "Yes, daddy," I whispered through trembling lips. Suddenly, he reached for my blouse and tore it open. I gasped in surprise but managed to keep my gaze fixed on him as he looked down at my cleavage and smiled. He then stood up again and reached over me to unclasp my bra. In a matter of seconds I was kneeling in front of him with my blouse down around my arms and my bra loosened with my tits hanging over the tops of the cups. I didn't have to look; I knew he was smiling at my swollen globes with their stiff nipples. He surprised me once more and, somewhat, disappointed me when he resisted the temptation to feel my breasts. Instead he chose to sit back down with a cocky grin on his face. "Daddy has a surprise for you, Amber," he grinned, "do you want to know what it is?" It was now time to play the innocent daughter. "Yes, daddy," I replied and nodded. "Good girl. Now come a little closer and unzip daddy." I shuffled further between his legs and reached for his belt. I looked into his eyes and I could see the perverted lust he had for me as I gently unbuckled his belt. I tried not to smile and show my enjoyment as I released the button on his pants and took the zip between my finger and thumb. His breathing was ragged and I noticed the moisture that had flooded Amber's panties. I wondered briefly if she had ever soaked them the way I had done. "Good girl," he said when I eventually pulled down his zip. I was about to yank down his trousers when he grabbed my pony tail and pulled my head backwards again. "Do you want it, Amber?" He hissed. "Tell me, do you want it?" "Yes, daddy," I gasped, wishing I could say a lot more. There were a few moments of silence before he spoke again. "Lick daddy's cock." His fingers tightened their grip before he tugged my head closer to his throbbing cock. "Lick it." He told me and then let go of my hair. My body was trembling with excitement as I lowered my head into his lap and parted my lips, allowing my tongue to slide out and lick him. "You can do better than that, Amber." He told me. I licked his cock again, applying more pressure this time so he could feel it moving up and down, from base to tip, before making little circular motions around the slit, tasting his salty pre cum. I waited eagerly for some encouragement, praise even, but he said nothing, leaving me wondering if his daughter was giving him good head. I desperately wanted to suck him deep into my mouth and show him what a good little cock sucker I was, but I was under strict orders to do as I was told. "That's it, Amber," he groaned, "your daddy's little girl now." I closed my eyes and continued to lick his cock, running my tongue over it, coating his hardness in my saliva. "Do you want to suck daddy off? He smiled. I looked up into his eyes and placed my tongue at the base of his cock. "Yes, daddy," I moaned before forcefully sliding my slippery tongue all the way up the sensitive underside of his cock. He grabbed my head and grunted. "Fuck!" Inside I was begging for him to ram his cock inside my mouth and fuck my face, but on the outside I could only tease and allow him full control. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I stop licking his cock and sat back on my heels looking very concerned and my heart started to race. "Don't be alarmed." He was quick to say. "Standing on the other side of that door are two very good, trustworthy friends of mine. What happens next is entirely up to you?" I was about to speak but he quickly cut me off. "Wait a minute, listen. If at any time you are not happy just shout your safe word and everything will stop. I know I have betrayed you but I have long fantasised about you, Amber, my daughter and sharing you with my friends. I gasped and opened my mouth as if to speak, but no words came out. This fantasy was kinky enough, but to watch me with his friends and without telling me was taking it too far. "Come in!" He shouted. "What the fuck!" I exclaimed. "Listen, it's ok. Just trust me and play along. And remember, just say the word if you want to stop." If I want to stop, I thought. I didn't want to start. The whole situation was so bizarre I didn't know how to react. I quickly stood up and turned around to face the door. But by the time I had there were two guys, who looked to be in their fifties, smiling at me as though it was Christmas. "Glad to see you finally agreed to our demands, Greg." The taller one said. "Yes, your daughter is very tasty indeed." The other one added. I looked at Greg, still in shock, and he silently mouthed "I owe them money, just play along." "Hello, Amber darling, don't be scared. My name is Harry and your daddy owes us some money." The taller one spoke again. "And this here is my good friend and business partner Terry." There seemed to be an air of reality around this fantasy and I didn't know what to think, let alone what to do. My pussy was still soaking wet and I knew if I shouted "Tulip" I'd be going home a very sexually frustrated woman. But I didn't have time to decide as Terry came up behind me and grabbed my pony tail, twisting my head round to face him. "You see, Amber, your daddy has agreed to let us ... oh, how can I say it ... yes, have some fun with you in way of payment." "Lovely pair of tits your daughter has got." Harry said to Greg before cupping them in his hands. Terry loosened his grip on my pony tail and, with his free hand, pulled the hanging blouse from my body. My bra fell with it and both men groaned. I had never felt so vulnerable, yet sexually excited in all my life as I suddenly accepted what these dirty old men were about to do to me. Harry was still playing with my tits when Terry let go of my hair and unzipped my skirt. Before it had even reached the floor he was tugging my tight panties down and lifting my legs out of them. Out the corner of my eye I saw him throw them to Greg. I glanced over and he smiled at me as he wrapped the panties around his cock, but not before he sniffed the gusset. I was left standing in just my black heels before Terry quickly seized the opportunity to feel my wetness by ramming a hand between my legs. His actions were rough but his touch was gentle as he began to circle my clit with his thumb. It wasn't long before he had me panting for breath and he knew he had me right where he wanted. "Get on your knees, Amber!" Terry hissed. I did as he instructed and was quickly rewarded with the sight of him unzipping his pants. "Get it out and suck it!" he hissed again. Within seconds I had it out and I was impressed with its size. I looked back at Greg and gasped. "Oh, daddy, what have you done?" I was quickly presented with two hard cocks when Harry quickly followed suit and released his own impressive cock. They were both thick with their veins visible but Terry was longer, much longer. As Terry pressed his cock up against my lips I gladly parted them and welcomed his swollen helmet. I knew I was horny, but at that very moment I realised just how horny as I tried to swallow as much of him as possible. Then suddenly my head was yanked back by my pony tail. It was Harry; clearly he didn't want to be left out as he pushed his cock into my mouth and started to fuck my face. For about ten minutes both men took turns with my mouth before deciding it was time to fuck me. "You take her pussy and I'll take her arse." Terry told Harry as if I wasn't present. Now up until this point in my life I had never experienced anal sex. I had fantasised about it and had even slid a small, very well lubricated vibrator up there, but never a cock. This was something I was not prepared for and Greg could sense it when I looked at him. "I'm going to fuck your slut of a daughter up the arse, Greg." Terry chuckled as he led me to the bed. Harry climbed onto the bed first and led flat on his back. "Yeah, I'm sure he can't wait to see his precious little Amber taking two cocks in both of her tight holes." Harry joined in, and laughed as he pulled me on top of him. As I straddled Harry and guided his cock to my soaking wet hole I spread my pussy lips with my other hand and used his swollen tip to rub my clit. Eventually I lowered my body down onto his cock and began whimpering as my sensitive insides were forcefully stretched to accommodate his size. Once I had taken his entire length I sat still, enjoying the wonderful feeling of being so full. That wonderful feeling was cut short though as I suddenly felt another person, Terry, stood behind me pushing me forwards. It felt nice at first because the movement caused Harrys cock to go a little bit deeper and he had started to suck on my tits. But Terry was now pressing his cock up against my tight puckered hole and it was hurting. I squeezed my eyes shut and winced in terrible pain as his cock very slowly stretched my sphincter, then he was inside and it started to feel nice again. It took a few painful minutes to find our rhythm but once we found it I was quickly sent to heaven. As I rode them both, Terry had established a way of fucking me with deep, hard thrusts without spoiling it for Harry or me. I was even able to reach down between my legs and rub my clit as I gave my body to these two old men. Harry was first to cum. I felt his legs tense beneath me as he tried to ram his cock deeper inside me. I leaned forward and began to push down harder on his cock until neither of us could take any more. He grabbed my tits and grunted like an animal as he started bucking his hips wildly and shooting his cum deep inside my pussy. Knowing that he was coming inside me quickly triggered my own climax. My inside walls clenched around the squirting cock ensuring it had no more spunk to give before I collapsed forwards, squashing my breasts in Harrys face. Then it was Terry's turn as he thrust his cock as deep as he could and held me still. My body was so tired and weak that his powerful blasts sent shockwaves through my body as he filled my arse with hot cum. As I was lying on the bed with two loads of thick spunk leaking from my body, Greg silently approached me. "Are you ok, Amber?" he whispered. "Yes, daddy," I managed to mumble. He was stroking his cock inches from my face and I noticed how small it looked compared to the two I had just taken. "Open wide for daddy, Amber." He said. I shuffled to the edge of the bed, closed my eyes and opened my mouth. "Good girl." He moaned before the first jet landed on my face, leaving a thick streak across my left cheek. I don't think he was aiming for my mouth as the only cum I tasted was what landed on my lips. By the time he finished shooting his load, my left cheek was plastered and I could feel and taste it as it dribbled down my face and into my eyes and mouth. "Goodnight, Amber." Greg softly whispered into my ear as I drifted off to sleep. "Tulip." I replied. How I Became a Slut Ch. 05 The internet was fast becoming the answer to all my sexual needs and wants. I could think of nothing better than going online and talking to like minded strangers, exchanging explicit pictures and then sometimes meeting them. I had no shame and was happy to help them fulfil their wildest fantasises as long as I got what I needed. My friends tried to hook me up with guys as they all slowly started to settle down, but I was secretly having too much fun. I had a desire and a craving for sex that no one man could satisfy. I did meet a few guys and even went on a few dates, but what was the point? I knew I wouldn't stay faithful because I wasn't ready to. No, being single was the right decision and I continued to give myself to many men, searching for the next high in the hope that it would be better than the last. I didn't realise it at the time but I was spiralling out of control as I crossed each accomplished fantasy from my list. I didn't really have a list but when I thought of something new and dirty or kinky, I set off to conquer it. And so it continued. Abhay was an Indian businessman from Birmingham, and he e-mailed me to say he was working in my area the following week and that he would love to meet me. I received many e-mails like this and I often deleted them as they were usually husbands and fathers playing away. So what made Abhay any different? Nothing, probably, except his profile said he was single. But that wasn't what swayed my decision. For a start he was Asian. I had no problem with that, it just made me stop and think for a moment before I replied. I have nothing against interracial couples or sex it's just that I had never experienced it. I find men from other races to be just as attractive as white men, but I'm not like some women either who are turned on by the man's skin colour. I guess what I'm trying to say is I wanted Abhay, not because he was Asian or dark skinned, but because, socially some people still have a problem with interracial sex. However I think Abhays reasons were a little more perverted and common, but I appreciated his honesty as it always gave an indication of what to expect. He wanted, and I quote, "to fuck a white slut." He was staying at a posh hotel, which always made me feel a little safer once I had met any guy, and we met in the hotel lobby as agreed. He was tall and stocky, carrying a few extra pounds but he still looked handsome. Before he led me to the lift he kissed me on the cheek and we shook hands. But once we were alone in the lift he showed his true intent by groping my arse. His hands wandered up and down the backs of my legs, and then to my inner legs before finally cupping my pussy. He wasn't a gentleman and inside the room he was no different. As soon as the door closed behind us he pounced on me, practically tearing my blouse and skirt from my body and in no time at all I was laying naked on the bed watching him undress. I estimated it had taken ten minutes from the moment I entered the hotel to the moment he rolled on a condom and entered my body. He fucked me, grunting with no thought for how I was feeling as he lay on top of me, crushing me. Strangely though, I did enjoy it. After all I was having sex, and sex is better than no sex. Also, the way he was treating me was turning me on. His cock wasn't big but it was fat, stretching my pussy. We didn't kiss and there was no tenderness as he mauled my breasts and continued grunting. After a while he flipped us over and he grabbed my hips, bouncing me up and down on his cock. I used what little control I had and started grinding down with my hips, circling my body as he bucked hard into me. Abhay then took a firm grip on my hips as I placed my hands on the bed behind me and pushed down on his cock with all my strength. The position we were in meant he good fuck me with slightly longer strokes, and I felt him go deeper before his cock pushed me over the edge. I didn't feel him cum but when we finished I did notice the large amount of cum that sat at the bottom of his condom. I met Abhay once more after our first encounter and the second time was much better than the first. I liked the way he just wanted to meet and get straight down to it. No messing around with awkward niceties. We arranged to meet and fuck, so that's what we did. The second time we met he asked me to meet him at his office close to where I worked. Although he mainly worked out of Birmingham his company was national, so he worked in many different cities. I couldn't wait for my lunch break and when it did finally arrive I jumped into my car and took the five minute journey to his office building. That morning I decided on a knee length pencil skirt, black stockings and heels with a white blouse and bra. On the drive over I managed to remove my black panties and placed them into my bag. His office was on the sixth floor and after waiting patiently for a few more minutes, which I couldn't afford, he buzzed the secretary and she told me where to go. I had already made my mind up the night before that I was going to be the one in charge today, so as soon as I entered his office I closed the door behind me and flicked the blinds shut. Abhay was sitting behind his desk, smiling, so I walked straight up to him and sat on his desk with my legs between his. He reached out and began to feel my stocking clad legs. He then stood up and gently pushed me backwards before sliding my tight skirt up my legs, revealing the tops of my stockings. I leant back and put my hands on his desk to balance myself as he ran his hands up and down my legs, smoothing and feeling his way over my stockings. Pushing my skirt a little higher he quickly realised I wasn't wearing any panties. He looked at me and we both smiled. He stared into my eyes and his right hand made its way up the inside of my left leg until it reached my quivering lips and brushed them. I closed my eyes and gasped, and then sighed as I felt his fingers enter me. With his left hand Abhay started to unbutton my blouse while I continued to enjoy the gentle finger fuck he was giving me. Once my blouse was unbuttoned he pulled one side down my arm and then the other, exposing my white lace bra. By now my breathing was ragged and Abhay knew I needed his cock. But I would have to wait a little longer as he shoved his hand inside my bra and pulled out my tits. His eyes lit up before he moved forward and took my right nipple in his mouth. He fingered and caressed my body for a few more minutes before; finally, he dropped his pants and took out his cock. I looked down between my legs and felt a shiver of excitement ripple through my body. I saw Abhays dark, thick cock twitching with anticipation inches from my shaven, tight, white pussy and it was dribbling pre cum onto the table between my legs. I wanted to suck him, taste him and swallow him up but there was no time. Abhay looked into my eyes and groped my tits while he guided his unprotected cock to my pussy. I was fully aware that he hadn't put a condom on this time, but it added to the thrill. He rubbed his cock up and down my slit a few times and I knew he was smearing my lips with his pre cum. Then, inch by glorious inch he fed me his cock and I no longer cared that he was bareback. His cock felt bigger than before and it was throbbing as it stretched my insides. Once his cock was buried deep inside of me he pulled back, almost out, before sliding back inside. He kissed and sucked my tits, fucking me, fucking me harder and deeper, over and over until he finally came inside me. He seemed to cum for a long time, squirting out every last drop of spunk before he finished and pulled out. I closed my eyes and lay flat on his desk for a moment, enjoying the overwhelming feeling of what we had just done. I was lying there lifeless when suddenly I heard a knock on the door followed by the sound of it opening. I bolted up from his desk and another man; a white man had entered the room and closed the door. I didn't know what to do as they stood together laughing at my situation. I quickly tried to fix myself by closing my legs and putting my tits back inside my bra. I quickly glanced at Abhay and the man behind me and I can remember thinking that I had to get out of that office, but the white guy had a look about him, and he wasn't about to let me out. He walked round the desk and stood in front of me, grabbing my hands and stopping me from buttoning up my blouse. He then unzipped his trousers and pulled out a very erect cock. I was sitting in front of him with my hands and legs shaking, waiting and wondering. He stepped a little closer and slid a hand through my hair before grabbing my head and pulling me down from the desk. His grip was strong and he was starting to hurt me as he continued to force me downwards and onto my knees. I knew what he wanted and to get out of that office I knew had to give it to him. I started by licking the swollen tip of his cock, teasing him in an attempt to get him to loosen his grip on my head, but it didn't work. Instead he forced his cock into my mouth and I started to suck him hard. Harder and then harder, licking the tip and swallowing his length, anything to make him cum. I cupped his balls, gently massaging them and then he let go of my head. Still caressing his heavy ball sac I gripped the base of his cock and gulped down his cock. Quickly at first then slowly, bobbing my head until finally he gripped my head, rammed his cock down my throat and came. Eventually I did get out of that office and when I passed the secretary I could have sworn she muttered "there goes another one." I felt terrible and went straight home. That was the last time I ever spoke or saw Abhay.