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Diary of a Young Slut Ch. 01

By: wendyw



September 8, 2006 

Dear Diary, Donny and I have been going together since we met in the fourth grade at Revelations Evangelical Elementary School. Donny was by far the most pious and devout boy there, and since I had always thought of myself as the most pious girl, we were just naturally a "pair." Both of our parents were equally god-fearing people, so they heartily approved of our relationship.

But my Dad just got laid off last month and so, after all those years together at revelations and Three at Apostles Academy, I have to transfer to the public school for my senior year. I hope my faith and my devout promise to Donny will help me find my way in the fallen world. 

September 11, 2006 

Dear Diary, I'm nervous about this school, but curious, too. And curiosity is where the devil likes to play, Reverend Moore always likes to say. But I promised Donny that he would always remain my boyfriend and, needless to say, that I would always be faithful. I have always been pretty shy, and have been raised by really strict, Christian parents, so I'm pretty much afraid of everything "carnal," as my father calls it. I know being faithful won't be a problem. But public school is very different from bible school. I got stared at all day today. I afraid it's cause of the way I look!

I already get stared at so, so much anyway, so you'd think I'd be used to it by now. But I'm not. It is just so embarrassing. Sometimes, I really feel like the devil is trying to get me. Or I'm always being tested or something. Like when I was eleven and my boobs started growing so fast and everybody, but especially men, would just stare at them and say stuff. I tried so hard to make them quit growing so fast. They got to be so big and I just I hated it. I would cry and bind them up as tight as I could. 

And it's just worse now! Every day, I seem to look less and less like a pure, young Christian girl and more and more like some brazen Jezebel! 

I'm afraid of what people will think of me at this new school. I'll try to cover up as much as I can. Reverend says God never gives us a burden we can't carry. I hope he's right.

September 15, 2006 

Dear Diary, I don't know anyone at all at this school, and naturally I was kind of nervous about what people there would think of me. Like everyone, I guess, I wouldn't mind being popular, but most of the girls who seemed to belong to the popular crowd dress just so wantonly and really show just way, way too much of their body in my opinion. I just know that Satan must be all around. This is not at all the way girls dress where I went to school with Donny. 

I guess I should be happy my fear of the devil won't let me display myself like that. So even if maybe I might be tempted to dress like the other girls so I could be popular, I just know I won't. 

I do know that I have a way better body than any of them, though. Way, way better!!!! The ones who have boobs as big as mine are kinda fat, if you ask me, and the ones who have nice legs and a tiny waist like me don't have a nice butt like I do or hardly any boobs at all. If I wanted to, I bet I could show them all up!!!!! I mean I won't do it, but I know I could!

I do get stared at a lot though.

September 17, 2006 

It's my birthday today. I'm eighteen!!! Yay!!!

September 22, 2006 

Dear Diary, This week at school, I think the devil really began to tempt me. It's just getting like harder and harder to hide the fact that I have a nice figure, no matter what I wear. The horrid thing, the really, really horrid thing, is maybe I don't even really want to hide it anymore? I'm so confused. I know it's so vain to say, but I know I'm pretty. Everybody says so. My hair is naturally blonde (maybe kinda sun-bleached?) and everyone says I have really pretty pale green eyes. Even though I'm kinda slender, I have nice long legs and a tiny waist that makes my hips look kinda shapely. I can tell guys kinda like me, I think. And really, what's so wrong with being pretty? That's what I always say. I mean God gave it to me, right? Even my body. But it's still kinda bothers me that it's my chest that always gets stared at. 

I wish guys could just see me as pretty and nice and stuff like that. Why does that other kinda stuff always have to get into it? I would like to be popular, though.

September 26, 2006, 

Dear Diary, Ohmygawd, yesterday, my English teacher told me like three times how pretty I am! I kinda like that, I gotta admit. He's older and that means he appreciates beauty, I just know it. Like he does in poems and stuff. I mean he was mostly looking at my boobs, too, but it was kinda different when he did it? Like when he looked I just know it was with real appreciation, not the stupid way these jerky immature high school guys look!!! He "accidentally" brushed against them with his arm when he was talking to me. Like four different times! I know he was trying to touch me there. He let his leg push up against mine, too. 

I think he was trying to touch me kinda like sexually? The last time he sorta like left his arm there a long time and pushed his leg harder against mine. I know it's so wrong, but I guess I didn't mind too much. Maybe I kinda even liked it? God, I hope not. Wouldn't that be just so, so horrid? But I guess maybe I must have, since I think I kinda maybe pushed my boobs into his arm a teeny tiny little bit? I liked the way it made me feel. Kinda like grown up and stuff. At least he said I was pretty and complimented my hair and eyes. That was so nice. I really like him.

October 3, 2006 

Dear Diary, I dreamed about my English teacher last night. And not a nice dream, either. He kissed me in the dream and touched me!! Like on my boobs and stuff. All this week he has been so, so nice, though. He stands so close to me when we talk. I always smile at him.

It would be kinda fun to be popular, I think. Those kids seemed to have so much fun and nobody ever teases them. 

October 6, 2006 

Dear Diary, I'm getting to be so, so awful. Just to be different today, I borrowed this really cute sweater from a friend of mine. Her boobs are lots smaller than mine, so the sweater was like way, way tight and I guess maybe pretty low cut, too! I mean I wasn't showing any more than what the other girls do, but it was kinda scary for me to do it. 

I know this is the devil tempting me, but the trouble is, well, it works, and I got a whole lot of attention today. (Even from other teachers besides Mr. Randall, my English teacher! He really complimented me a lot today!!! He touched my boobs again, too. This time he sort of almost cupped my left breast, you know, but just for a couple of seconds. We both pretended nothing was happening. I smiled at him before I pulled away.) 

I know it is just so, so wrong, but like today I just kinda forgot about my upbringing and stuff. I wish I could show more of my body, too, like all the other girls here do. I just know my figure is better. What's so wrong, anyway? I probably should pray about this. 

October 10, 2006 

After everybody left the classroom, Mr. Randall called for me to wait a minute and then told me I was "beautiful" and he wondered why I hide my "allure." He said I didn't need to wear a bra, too! I probably could get him in so much trouble if I told. 

I love the way he talks to me, though. I love he said, "allure." I'm going to use that word tomorrow too. God, he makes me feel so grown up. I hope I dream about him tonight. 

October 13, 2006 

Dear Diary, I wore this little scoop neck sweater that I borrowed from that same friend (Clara) today. I didn't wear a bra! I hope Mr. Randall knew! She has great clothes, but like I said she's kinda small so I have to be careful I don't just spill right out. I am surely on the road to perdition. (I love that word, too, don't you? I learned it in bible school last summer.) 

I am becoming very popular! I guess I like it. I bent over a teeny bit for Mr. Randall so he would know I did what he said. I don't know if he could tell, but he seemed really nervous.

I still call Donny every night and we still pray together, but I never tell him what I'm doing. He would be just horribly hurt. I feel so, so guilty. Do you think I'm really so, so bad? I guess I am, but I'm not hurting anybody. I guess maybe it is a sin though.

October 23, 2006 

Dear Diary, Ohmygawd, this was just the best, best day ever. This really popular guy named Tony D'Angelo had been looking at me a lot last week, and someone said he even asked who I was. I knew he was looking at me that day I wore that neat scoop neck, so today I wore that same outfit, but I wore the sweater way, way low this time! And no bra! I mean like half my boobs were hanging out of it and I just didn't care! 

I think it scared Mr. Randall, hee hee!! When I bent over this time, I know he could see everything!!! I made sure!!! God, I am so, so bad!!! He didn't touch me this time, though. Isn't that weird? 

Anyway, I sure did get Tony's attention like I wanted. He just walked right up to me at lunch, put his hand on my shoulder, and asked me if I wanted to go to a school dance with him tomorrow!!!! Ohmygawd!!! I am just so thrilled and feel so hot and grown up right now. God, I mean he's just this totally hot guy and even though everybody says he's a "tool," everybody still wants to date him. And he asked me!!!!! How cool is that?!!!

I told him, yes, but I really don't know how I'm going to do this, since I know my parents would never allow me to date at all, and even if they would, they would never approve of a guy like Tony. 

I'm also kinda scared, to be honest. I mean, I don't even know if he is a Christian. I'm also pretty sure I'm not being exactly "faithful" to Donny. But I want to go so, so bad. I wouldn't do anything bad or unchaste. He is so, so hot. Oh God, Diary, I just don't know what to do!

October 27, 2006 

Dear Diary, I decided!!! I'm going out with Tony tonight!!!!!! I ended up getting this girl (Clara, again) to cover for me by having a "math study party" that I was invited to. I'll just have to pray that no one will check up on me. I just want to go out with this guy so much. He is without a doubt the most popular guy at school and now everybody knows that he asked me out, and I feel so cool. I became like instantly on the "A List" of popularity. All the cool kids came up to talk to me between classes and asked me to sit with them at lunch. It has been a really fun week. I gotta go. 

October 28, 2006

(I'm not keeping a diary anymore. Now I'm going to write a journal. A diary is for children!)

This is so difficult to write. I just don't know what has happened to me, but I know I am like so much more grown up now. I never dreamed something like this could happen to me or that there are even people like this in the world. Here's what happened.

On Friday, Tony picked me up at my friend's house, but to my surprise, instead of going directly to the dance, he took me over to a "pre-dance" party at some guy's house where the parents weren't home. This wasn't at all what I expected. Guys and some girls were drinking and some were even smoking marijuana! And the girls, oh my God! They all looked like sluts, and some of the guys were like kissing them and feeling them up right in front of everyone, and some were even upstairs in the bedrooms. One girl had her blouse like totally open and she didn't have anything on underneath! I was thinking that maybe these people were too fast for me and that I should find a way to get home quickly, but at the same time, I didn't want anyone to think I was this big stupid baby.

Tony went and got me a beer, but I was scared to death to even touch it, let alone drink it, since I had no idea what alcohol could do to you, and at church I always heard how it led to sin and damnation. But Tony kept insisting, so I finally took a teeny tiny sip, then just pretended to drink it. It tasted just awful, by the way. Tony, though, just soaked it up. About an hour later, I asked him when we were going to the dance, and he just laughed and said after he "fucked me"!

I was just like totally, totally shocked and wanted to get away so fast, but I didn't have any way to leave. I tried to be brave and sort of laugh. But God I was so, so scared. I had never heard anyone talk like that. He didn't say it again, however, so by the time he was ready to leave to go to the dance, I had convinced myself that he was just joking about what he wanted to do. 

I actually felt pretty happy when he led me out to the car, and even when he bent over and kissed me, it didn't really bother me too much. I guess I was being a teeny bit unfaithful to Donny, but obviously, I had to expect that he'd want to kiss me. I intended it to be a very simple and pure kiss. Like saying hello or goodbye, that sort of thing. 

What I didn't expect was his tongue! I was just so naïve, I can't even tell you. But I didn't want to seem like I was this total infant, so I let him do that and even tried to respond back, but I guess I tightened up a little when his hand went right under my sweater and began to caress my breasts. He stopped after a few minutes and asked me if I was "frigid"!

God, I was just like way embarrassed. I just said, "No. Why are you asking me that?"

"Because I don't get no response when I grab your tits," he said, and started the car. "I hope you're a better fuck than you seem like now."

Ohmygawd, all I could think was, "not that again." Since I really didn't know how to respond to what he had said, I just shut up and hoped that when we got to the dance, he would forget about all that business. But I also noticed that he didn't seem to be headed in the right direction, and when I saw that he was turning into the park, I really became worried. 

He pulled into a secluded parking place in the park, and turned to me and said rather nonchalantly that I had gotten him hot and that he wanted me to "suck his cock" before we went to the dance. And then he began to kiss me again and push his hands up under my sweater. 

I was totally frightened now and just praying for deliverance. I didn't know what else to do. I didn't know how to get out of this, so in desperation, when he started to unhook my bra and pull my sweater off, I decided maybe it was best to just let him, hoping and praying that that would be enough. Talk about stupid! And even worse, when he started tugging at my skirt, it was too tight to get up over my hips so I helped him! What was the matter with me?!!! I even kissed him back as passionately as I could pretend. But not because I was hot or anything. Not right then, anyway. I was just hoping that maybe if I just let him touch me where he shouldn't, he would be satisfied. I prayed so hard that it would be enough to satisfy him. 

I was so scared, I really was, but also (God, this is so hard to say) maybe after awhile just a teeny, tiny bit excited too? Obviously, I had never been half-naked in front of anyone before. It was a strange feeling to be sitting there with my breasts exposed and seeing the look of lust and desire on Tony's face. I mean like I said before, he was this totally popular guy that all the girls wanted, and he was all excited about me! It gave me this horrible tingling sensation deep inside my belly, and the more he looked and the more he touched the more intense it grew. 

The devil always picks on the most chaste, I told myself later. That's the only way I can explain it. But the sad truth is that I think maybe I might like being looked at?

When he grabbed my naked breasts in his hands and said something about my "rack," I think like for just a second I actually was proud of my breast size. I even smiled a teeny bit when he talked about how big my boobs were, and how all the other girls were jealous of me. When he began to softly pinch my nipples and tell me how much he liked big "tits," well, I didn't say anything really, but I didn't get all mad, either. I know I didn't like his language, like saying, my boobs were "these fuckin' melons" that just looked "huge on a little slut like you," but I don't guess I said anything. And he said even worse stuff after that. I just kept stupidly smiling. 

So I guess I was okay with it, though, at least a little bit, until he just leaned back and said, "After you suck my cock like we talked about, if you're good, later tonight maybe I'll give you a 'prom baby.' Nice present, eh, to have my baby inside you?" And then he just grabbed me by the hair with one hand and with the other he reached down and pulled his penis from his pants. Now I started to get so, so scared!

That was the first male sexual organ I had ever seen. It looked frightening to me, almost like a weapon. I didn't know what to do or how I could possibly get out of this. My plan had not worked, but I just could not let him put his thing in my mouth. It was just too disgusting! 

October 29, 2006

I couldn't write anymore last night. Thinking about what I wrote and what happened that night still makes me feel strange.

Anyway, like I said, Tony had me by the hair, and just as he pulled my head down and my lips met the head of his rigid sex, suddenly a light shown in through the driver side window, and someone ordered us to get out of the car. It was the police! I don't know if I felt frustration or this enormous sense of relief when they ordered us out of the car. I did pray a thanksgiving to God...I think.

I know I really wasn't ready to have Tony's thing in my mouth, and I sure didn't want to get pregnant with his baby, so I was kinda relieved to be out of that situation. It wasn't until I was standing outside in the dark that I realized I was completely topless with my skirt hiked up to my waist! I quickly covered my exposed bosom with my hands, which meant I had to leave my skirt as it was, hiked up over my hips. I tried to wiggle it down, but that didn't do anything but attract the one policeman's attention.

"Let's see some ID," the first cop, a sort of burly, young-looking white guy, said, playing his flashlight up and down my body.

Tony reached for his wallet, and I told the police officer that mine was in my purse in the car, and as I turned to get it, he roughly grabbed me, pinning my hands behind my back and handcuffing them there. He said that he'd get it. The other cop, an older black man, stood there and just openly stared at my now totally exposed breasts. With my hands cuffed behind my back, I couldn't cover anything. I was like totally exposed. I started to be really scared. I hated the look in his eyes. I was scared to death and seconds away from tears.

The white cop took Tony's ID and passed me over to the black cop, who took the opportunity to nonchalantly fondle and pinch my nipples. I couldn't believe what he was doing. I was truly terrified now, but all of a sudden I felt my nipples beginning to stiffen between his fingers and heard him snicker in amusement and start moving his hands all over my breasts. My nipples just got stiffer and stiffer! What was I doing? Why was my body betraying me like this? My face just burned with embarrassment. The policeman's held both my breasts in his hands like it was just the most natural thing to do. He was breathing harder, too. He called me a hot little slut.

"Hey, you're Tony D'Angelo, right?" I heard the white cop say through this haze of fear I was in. "The defensive end over at Belmont. I used to play the same position when I was in high school. I saw you play against Ridgemont. Great game. Nice little slut you picked up, too" he smirked, nodding at me and winking at Tony. I couldn't believe he just called me a slut, too!

"Where'd you pick up this the little sex pot?" the black cop added, still fondling my breasts while holding them up for the other cop to see. "Fucking nice rack on the bitch, eh. Huge! You fuck her yet, Tony?" he laughed, now pinching my nipples with one huge hand and pulling my bottom into his pelvis with the other.


Diary of a Young Slut Ch. 01



"Nah," Tony laughed, "She wanted it bad, but you guys sorta messed that up. I'll fuck her a little later. Maybe I'll keep the cuffs on her," he laughed. "She's just a slut I picked up at school." 

I was just utterly in a daze now. What were they talking about? Who were they talking about? I am not a slut! I wanted to be home and away from all this.

"Hey, Tony," the white cop suddenly said, looking at my student ID. "I think we just saved your ass. This little bitch's cunt is illegal. You know that? Or is she trying to pull one on you? You fuck her and she tells someone, it could screw up your whole college career. The bitch is only fifteen. Statutory rape, they call it. You better get on out of here. We'll take her home for you." 

"What the fuck the matter with you, ho" the black cop growled in my ear grabbing me by the arm and shaking me. "You want to fuck up the career of one of the best ball players this county ever seen? You that hot for cock?" 

Both Tony and the white policeman laughed about the way my breasts bounced when the black man shook me.

I was about to pass out. What were they talking about? I wasn't fifteen and my student ID showed that. I couldn't understand what was going on

Letting go of my arm and grabbing my around the waist, the black cop lifted me onto the fender of the squad car. I could barely balance myself with my hands cuffed behind my back. I was both scared and mortified and on the verge of paralysis. Both policemen played their flashlights over my breasts. "Fuckin' huge!" the black cop said again.

"That's some fine looking pussy, Tony, but she's jail bait. She'll just get you in a world of trouble," the white cop said.

"Hey, thanks for the heads up, guys," Tony said. "I just assumed she was eighteen. You see a bitch with a set like that, it's hard not to think she's a legal fuck."

"I'm with you on that," the black cop said, laughing. Pushing his flashlight between my thighs, he added, "I'm sure the little slut gets her cunt greased pretty regularly, but we don't want nothing happenin' to you. You still got more than half a season to go, and both of us got some money riding on next Friday's game, stud. You go on now. Find you some legal pussy to fuck."

Tony laughed and thanked them again and got in his car and drove off. With my sweater and bra still in his front seat!

"Well," Mike said to Ramal, the black cop, "I can't believe he bought that! That is one stupid jock. But looks like we suddenly got us some mighty fine pussy to fuck tonight." 

I could not believe what I was hearing. Were they going to like rape me? Or were they just kinda scaring me?

My racing thoughts were interrupted when Ramal reached up and lifted me off of the fender, and suddenly chuckling, turned to the white cop, Mike, and pointed his light at a wet spot on the fender where I had been sitting. "Well, I'll be goddamned!" he snorted. "Come look at this, Mike. This cunt must want some cock real bad. The little package of tits be dripping. Come have a look."

Lifting me back up onto the fender, he deftly pulled my panties below my knees in one quick movement and pushed my thighs up and apart. 

"Mike, you gotta see this," he suddenly exclaimed. "You won't believe it. The little slut shaves her pussy! 

Turning to me, he snarled, "You fix that fuck hole up real nice for a guy, don't ya. Make it mighty inviting for his cock. Hard to resist a sweet thang like that. Trying to snare ol' Tony? Get you a hot jock? Get him to fuck you like you like? You like cock, don't you, bitch. You a regular slut ho, ain't you, baby." he growled, pushing my thighs further apart.

I was on the verge of tears. It was true I was shaved, but not for the reasons the policemen thought. When I first started to shave, I knew that girls did their legs and underarms, and really having no one I could ask, certainly not my mother, I just assumed they shaved everything. That's the only reason. I do it now cause it seems so much cleaner. It was really so very innocent. But they sure didn't think so. They said it meant I was a whore. I wasn't. Not at all. What I was was scared!

"I'm a Christian girl and I wasn't doing anything," I said, trying to act defiant, but trembling badly. "He made me get undressed. Please, I want to go home," I murmured, now even closer to tears. 

"Well, looks more to me like you're a regular ho, one that wants her pussy filled. You a professional, baby?" he snorted. "I think we're going to have to run you in for prostitution," he said, beginning to caress my vagina. "And Mike, didn't we find some coke in the ho's purse?" he said in an intimidating snarl. "You want to spend a night in jail? Or you want what Tony didn't give you? This wet pussy tellin' me you want it real bad, baby," he declared, his voice becoming very thick and guttural, as he continued to fondle me. "Maybe somethin' like this is what you want," he declared, pulling my legs even further apart and rubbing his nightstick against my vagina. 

I was wet, it was true. But I don't know why. I guess it was something about being exposed like that in front of these two men and all the talk about my body and maybe even what Tony had been doing to me in the car had had a curious effect on me. Maybe it was Ramal playing with my nipples. Maybe it was the nightstick pushed into my crotch. I just don't know. I was scared, true, very scared as a matter of fact, but more than anything, I was confused. 

December 4, 2006 

After thinking about all that happened to me for over a month now, I guess I realize that I was more fascinated with what was happening to me than scared. How strange. I mean I was scared, really, really scared, but the horrible thing is that I discovered I liked being looked at. I know I denied it to myself when it was happening, but in truth, I even liked being talked about in that "dirty" way, and I liked being touched the way Mike and Ramal had been handling me. 

But it was like over a month before I would admit that to myself. The only clue I had to my horrid behavior was that when Mike pushed my thighs open that night and first slipped his finger inside me to caress my clitoris, I couldn't help the tiny little moan that escaped my lips. Oh God, I was just mortified! I still am.

Well, as preacher says, the only way to rid yourself of sins is to acknowledge that you have them. So this is my first step toward redemption. I guess I did sin. I was very bad and I guess I had like maybe sinful thoughts during all of this. I pray for forgiveness.

But I still do say that I really didn't want to have sex. Or at least I don't think I did. I mean I was just so, so scared and crying really, really hard by then, and that should count for something shouldn't it?

So anyway, when Mike pulled me into the back seat of the squad car and told me what he was about to do, I was like still terrified but also just a teeny bit relieved that that is all I would have to do. So I didn't resist at all. I knew by then that something was going to happen to me. It had just gone too far by then and the two policemen were too obviously aroused. What Mike wanted was better than what I was afraid was going to happen. At least I would still be a virgin when he was done with me.

So when he pulled his thing from his pants and told me to open my mouth, I meekly opened for him. Maybe I was scared of his authority, maybe something else entirely, but when he pulled my mouth onto his erection, I simply gave in and accepted him and my fate. At least he wasn't having carnal knowledge of me! I was so grateful for that. I know it's strange, but that's how I was thinking.

Then I discovered the strangest think about myself. Apparently, I'm a "freak." Just because I don't have a gag reflex. 

I'm sure Mike was infinitely more surprised than I was at how easily his penis slid completely down my throat, because I just though everyone was like that, since my sister is like that, too. But Mike was amazed. I just assumed that when he entered my mouth that the purpose was to put all of it inside me, and that that was how it would work for everyone. I obviously had had no experience with this sort of thing.

So it surprised me when he suddenly yelled to Ramal to "look at this!" as he pulled my face into his pubic hair, burying himself deep in my throat. "You can fuck this bitch's mouth like a cunt," he laughed beginning to thrust faster in and out of my mouth. "What a fucking whore!"

I was having a hard time breathing. I didn't really have any idea how to do this. I tried to pull back, but all I could get was little slips of air when his penis would retreat to my lips before he would again plunge back down my throat. 

When after some indistinguishable amount of time, I heard him start to groan and felt him convulsing deep down my throat, I felt that something had changed, though at the time I had no idea what it was or what was happening. What I didn't know at the time was that he had just ejaculated his sperm deep down into my throat. I was just grateful that it was over.

Of course it was actually only half over. 

Ramal, who was watching all this intently, had pulled his penis from his pants and was stroking it in front of me. It was black as night and seemed much larger than Mike's. When Mike pulled himself from my mouth and wiped his instrument on my breasts, Ramal took his place. He pushed his larger sex close to my mouth. I reluctantly opened, but I could barely get the head of it past my lips. I guess I wasn't trying hard enough. 

"You're too big for her mouth," Mike snorted. "I'll bet you her little whore cunt can take you, though. Might have to tear it up a little like you did that little latina cunt last week, but what the fuck, eh. You certainly made a mess of her pussy," he laughed. "Might as well fuck this whore up, too."

This was scary. Was he going to have sex with me? And be rough with me? I could feel my heart beating in fear. I don't want you to think I'm like prejudiced or anything, cause I don't think I am, but I really didn't want a black man to even touch me, let alone do what I knew he had in mind. So I tried again to get him into my mouth, but all that would fit was the head of his penis.

Ramal pulled himself out of me, grunted something unintelligible, and dragged me by my hair over to a park table, where he pushed me down and thrust my legs up toward his shoulders. 

My skirt was still up over my hips, and with my panties long gone now, I was completely open to him. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me toward his ebony shaft. Apparently, he intended to have sex with me. 

I watched in utter horror as his black organ slipped between my labia, and its horrid black head slowly disappeared into my lily-white body. 

Though in my mind I was screaming, "No! No!" for some reason I never said a word. A man was about to have sex with me for the first time, and worse a black man, and I never made a single move at all to stop him as he began his penetration of me. 

That's how I know I wasn't my normal self. Like I said, this was a Negro and he was about to do a lot more than just touch me! I was like petrified. And never said a word! 

Suddenly he paused.

"Mike, the bitch is virgin!"

"You're bullshitting me"

"No, I'm serious. I'll have to bust her cherry to fuck her."

I was confused. If they had asked me, I would have told them that I had never had sex before, but I thought they could just tell by looking at me. I guess they couldn't. Maybe I should have told them. I had no idea what would happen next, but I felt this great sense of relief that I would apparently escape with my virginity in tack. But deep, deep down maybe this isn't what I truly wanted to happen? I do so have to pray about this.

"You've never been fucked before, baby?" Mike asked. 

I just shook my head and whimpered, "No."

"Hard to believe a cute little bitch like this with her cunt all shaved and a rack like this ain't never been fucked," Mike said, turning to Ramal. "You sure, bro?" 

"Check for yourself, man," Ramal replied, moving away from me.

Mike stuck his finger up to my hymen and muttered, "I'll be a motherfucker." 

"You liked Ramal's big cock in you, though, didn't you?" he said, turning back to me and grabbing me by the hair. "You wouldn't mind if he bust your little white cherry for you, make a woman out of you?"

I really did not know what to say. Could I tell a policeman not to do whatever he wanted to? They're the law, right? Would I get in trouble if I said no? And really, the experience was so strange, I wasn't sure I wanted it to stop. Maybe I wanted to see how it would all end, I don't know, but all I did (and I still can't believe this!) was start to shake my head no and sob a little bit, and then stop and nod my head yes just ever so slightly and say nothing more. I was just totally lost. I had no idea what I was doing or saying. I didn't even know what question I was answering.

But Mike loved my confusion. He laughed, and observed that it seemed I wouldn't mind at all if Ramal took my virginity. I don't know if that's true. Maybe it is. Oh, God it is so confusing. But I am just not a whore. I'm not!!!!

"Too risky to fuck a young white cunt if it's virgin," Ramal said. "Let me give her mouth another try."

"Oh, thank God," was all I could think.... Until Mike butted in again.

"Nah, come on, Ramal, just fuck her. We can beat her when we're done and say some high school kids gang raped her or something like that," Mike argued, "like we did with that cunt over at Lakeside High last week. Remember? You don't fuck her, I'm gonna," he added emphatically.

"I don't know, Mike. But maybe you right. This be mighty fine pussy to be passin' up. Look at the body on this pretty little cunt. I do like young pussy, specially young pussy with fat tits," he sort of mumbled, reaching over and shaking my breasts. Turning to me, he snarled, "You want your cunt filled with some hot black meat, bitch?"

I just sat there nearly paralyzed on the outside and crying hard now, but somehow maybe I was maybe a teeny, teeny bit excited on the inside? Or maybe curious? I know I never said, no. 

Ramal walked back to me, re-spread my legs, and slipped them up onto his shoulders. I was again totally open and exposed.

"All right then," he said to Mike. "We beat her when we done."

"Right, bro," Mike answered, "No worry. Body like that, shaved pussy an' everything, everybody will think she's a tease got what she deserved. Nobody believe a cunt like this is virgin. Go ahead, fuck her, man. Fuck her hard! Bust that cunt up. I'm getting me some right after."

I knew then that I would not escape with my virginity. I closed my eyes and waited.

Ramal grunted and positioned himself again between my legs. He quickly reinserted the horrid head of his bulbous, black penis between my labia and pushed it up next to my hymen. He was sliding ever so gently in and out, until suddenly he reached down, grabbed both my breasts in his giant black hands, and yanking down hard on them and simultaneously driving his blackness hard up into my body, he took my virginity in one brutal stroke. 

Two strokes latter nearly the entire length of that hideous black snake had battered its way deep into my white, supple body. I was having sexual intercourse for the first time. And with a Negro!!!

The tearing of my hymen was painful, but only fleetingly so. I recall being astounded more than afraid. I had often thought about sex, though surely not like this, being I guess kinda liked raped by a black policeman. But as I open my eyes and watched his dark penis slide effortlessly now deeply in and out of my body, for some reason, I became fascinated with the way my breasts bounced up and down with each hard stroke into my vagina. That's how screwed up I was. 

But I was also becoming increasingly aware of some other vague sensation developing deep inside me, seeming to spread from my belly up through my chest and just engulfing me in a pleasantly sensuous feeling. Each forceful plunge of his thick black penis into my white body intensified that sense, and from what seemed like a long way away, I heard myself gasping "Ohmygawd, Ohmygawd." 

If my hands had not been handcuffed behind me, I might have pulled him even harder into me. I relaxed and opened my legs as wide as I could to accommodate him.

He was banging hard up against my cervix when I heard him remark to Mike that this was the problem with "young white cunt," that they could never take all of his "cock" in their bodies without him tearing them up. 

Looking down I saw that fully a quarter of his sex had failed to enter me. For some reason, I blushed in embarrassment. I felt like I had failed and I was humiliated. That's pretty strange, you got to admit.

Mike was urging him to go a head and "bust my white cunt open" when suddenly, Ramal gave an enormous gasp, pushed my legs clear back upon my chest, and took three really hard plunges into me. I thought at first he intended to rupture my cervix, but instead he flooded my vagina with a stream of hot semen.

And can you believe this, when he pulled out of me, I blushed and shamefully apologized for my failure to take all of him inside me. He just laughed at me.

What was the matter with me! For a minute, I actually considered asking him to try again. But a few seconds later, Mike stepped between my legs, and I knew my experience wasn't over. 

I don't know what I said or did to make him start laughing and calling me a whore, but I think it must have been my apparently obvious desire to rekindle that feeling that Ramal had started inside me. I can't remember it clearly, but I know the second he positioned himself to enter me, I opened for him immediately. Though he was smaller than Ramal, he was every bit as vicious in his violation of my body, and in his first few strokes, he too soon called up that incredibly strange and fascinating sensation of pleasure growing deep inside me. 

Fortunately, I could take all of Mike inside me pretty easily. Especially after what Ramal had done to me. Mike's thrusts where not as dramatic or intense as Ramal's, but he did re-ignite that hot ball of sensual pleasure that Ramal had enflamed in me. When I felt his body convulse and his semen coat my vagina, I need to confess that I experienced a twinge of disappointment that it was over.

After he finished depositing his sperm inside me, I knew that that wonderful knot of pleasure had not had an opportunity to develop totally. He'd been too quick. And I'm ashamed to say how disappointed I was.

Apparently, Mike's use of my body had re-aroused Ramal, and at Mike's encouragement, he decided to try my mouth again. I had hoped it would be my vagina.

Taking my breasts in his big hands, he jerked me off the table and onto my knees in front of him. I don't know why I really did want to please him, but I know I did. Maybe because I had failed him the other way. Maybe because I hoped he'd try my womb again. Satan was surely with me now. 

Kneeling there with his blackness inches from my face, all I could think of was how to accommodate him and not embarrass myself again. I finally did manage to get him partially in my mouth, but try as hard as I could, I simply could not get him all the way down my throat like I had Mike. 

I could see he was angry. He kept repositioning me and hammering at the back of my throat for such a long time it seemed, but suddenly he gave this great groan and I felt his hot spume filling my mouth as it had my vagina. 

This wasn't like Mike, who had ejaculated entirely down my throat. This time my mouth was completely filed with his semen. Having no experience and therefore not knowing what to do, I simply spit it out onto the parking lot when he finished with me. What a mistake!




Diary of a Young Slut Ch. 01



"What the fuck you think you doing, cunt!" Ramal abruptly threatened. "What, you don't like nigger cum in your mouth, you fuckin' little tight-cunted white slut?"

"You are really one incredibly stupid bitch," Mike added. "You don't spit a man's cum out. Don't you fuckin' know nothin'?"

I was stunned.

"You gonna lick up every bit of that cum off a the pavement, slut" Ramal growled, grabbing me by the hair, slapping me viciously twice across my face, and pushing my face down towards the cum glistening on the asphalt below me. 

I have never been so frightened. I thought they were going to really beat me or something, not just slap me. Plus, at that moment, I just wanted so desperately to please them, but especially Ramal. I quickly turned to the task of licking his massive load of semen off of the parking lot and swallowing it completely as they laughed and laughed.

They uncuffed me and let me rest for a while, but when I went to pull my skirt down, they stopped me and made me take it off instead. "We ain't quite done with your bitch," Ramal said. I saw Mike talking on the radio.

"Pete and Brian on their way," Mike called to Ramal. "Let's take some pics."

"Wanna get your picture took, Honey?" Ramal said. "We'll make you look real sexy and pretty. Give you some copies to send to your friends," he laughed.

This was very weird. I didn't know what to think or what they were going to do when Mike led me over to the squad car. He took his hat off of the seat and told me to put it on, and then buckled his belt and holster and stuff around my waist. I was totally nude with a policeman's hat and belt on. I had to look just totally ridiculous.

And lastly, he took his badge off and told me how hot I'd look wearing a cop badge, and quickly grabbing my left breast, he pinned the badge right through my nipple!

Oh my God, the pain and the surprise were so intense that my knees literally buckled and I felt to the ground . I quickly reached to pull the badge out of my nipple, but Mike struck me viciously across the face. 

"Don't touch the badge, cunt," he snapped. "It's part of the uniform." 

Lifting me to my feet he took me back to the park table and told me to get up on it and spread my legs. I noticed another squad car pull into the park and saw Ramal walking over towards us with a camera in his hand.

Handing me his baton, Mike told me that he wanted me to "fuck myself" with it. I was so frightened at what Mike had done and what he might do next that I instantly complied. 

What the other two policemen saw when they got to the table was some hot little slut pushing a nightstick in and out of her vagina. I was too scared to do anything but obey. 

To my surprise, the two new cops pulled themselves out of their pants and started stroking themselves, encouraging me to continue "fucking myself." I was utterly shocked when, after a short while, both simultaneously began to ejaculate on my face and chest.

All this while Ramal took pictures.

They did end up beating me, just as they had promised. Not viciously, maybe, but they did blacken both my eyes, split my lip, and put horrible bruises on my breasts. I had been handcuffed again, so Mike just held my head steady while Ramal very coolly hit me in the face I guess four times, maybe more, and then struck me in the belly and breast. Mike used his belt on me, mostly on my breasts. They kept commenting how large they were.

Ramal told me that before I mentioned any of this to anyone, I should wait to see the pictures. I still have them. They're horrid. The girl in them looks like a very willing whore. She's wearing a cop hat and belt with a policeman's badge pinned to her naked breast, sitting on the park table with her legs spread wide open while pushing a nightstick deeply in and out of her sex. Her face and chest are thickly coated with semen. 

They gave me a tee shirt to wear when they took me home. I never told anyone what really happened.

I told my mom the next morning that I had been beaten up by high school girls who got mad at me cause I refused to do impure things with them. I told her that kids in public high school made fun of religion and that I couldn't stand it anymore. Somehow, she managed to convince the people at Apostles Academy, the bible high school that Donny attends, to take me in as a scholarship student.

The next day at school, I guess rumors had spread that I hadn't let Tony have me, that I was "frigid," "a cock tease," "a nun"! A girl that I thought was a friend came right up to me and said, "I can't believe you didn't let Tony fuck you. Why did you date him? God, the hottest guy asks you out and you don't even fuck him? I am so, so glad he beat you and dumped you. You are so over. I can't even talk to you." And she just walked away

January 23, 2007

Donny's so happy we're together again and we pray together a lot, but I can't get what happened to me out of my mind. I know it's the devil, but every time I see a black cop I wonder and begin to feel that same weird tingling inside me. Lot's of times I dream that he takes me again, and I'm so wet when I wake up. What is becoming of me? 



Diary of a Young Slut Ch. 02



April 4, 2007

Donny and I are going to get married right after graduation. Our parents are very happy. I think I am. I'm happy that we will be able to make love. After nearly four years, I still can't forget that intensely erotic feeling I had when the policemen took me. I want to experience that feeling again. So, so much! But with Donny, like a Christian wife. Not like a Negro and his whore.

The awful thing is, I keep looking at those pictures of me with that silly cop hat sitting backwards on my head and the cop belt dangling half down my hips and Mike's badge pinned through breast. 

But mostly, I guess, I stare at the cops. The shots of the two new cops masturbating with their sex posed inches from my open mouth. Or the ones of me smiling stupidly while they're ejaculating on my face and boobs. But I stare longest at the ones of Ramal and Mike holding my legs open while I push the nightstick deep inside of me. In one Mike is pointing at his badge pinned through the width of my nipple with a big grin on his face. In another, Ramal is behind me with his enormous black sex lying on my shoulder. I've turned my head to lick it. And then there's the awful last one, where I seem to be posing with my legs spread open and shoulders thrown back to emphasize my breasts, while cupping the boob with the badge in it as if to display it. I look like a slut in utter sexual ecstasy. 

When I'm though looking, I'm often wet. What is wrong with me?

September 18, 2007

We've been married three months now but we still haven't made love. It was my nineteenth birthday yesterday, so I thought for sure we would do it last night, but we didn't. Donny needs to pray over it more. He says we can't do it out of lust. It has to be to procreate, like the bible says. I am so, so frustrated! I want to feel like a woman.

He wants to go to Divinity school and learn to preach. But he has to find a part-time job first.

September 24, 2007

Donny couldn't find a decent part-time job, but he did get a full-time job at a corporate real estate firm here in town. He is going to write advertisements and train as a salesman. He's a pretty good writer. The sermons he writes for school are good, anyway. He says he'll take night classes or correspondence courses to get his degree. I don't know if he'll be a good salesman, though. He's kind of timid.

September 25, 2007

We finally made love. We did it with the lights off and our nightclothes on, though. It was over so quickly. It isn't what I hoped it would be. I didn't experience that feeling like with the policemen. I cried afterwards. 

I didn't know Donny would be so very small. I guess he couldn't tell I wasn't a virgin. There's that at least.

October 6, 2007

Donny has only made love to me that one time. I am getting so frustrated. I mean so many guys look at me when I'm out shopping, and some of them even follow me around the store. Like twice this week guys have just been openly flirting with me, and one has asked me if I "date," even though he could see I was married. I would never, ever be unfaithful, but I'm starting to like the excitement of all those guys looking at me. I don't know why Donny isn't aroused like those other guys are. It's very frustrating. Like I'm not a real woman.

October 12, 2007

I bring Donny his lunch everyday at work. I think people make fun of us because we say grace in his cubical. Donny likes us to get on our knees when we do it. It kind of embarrasses me, but I do it for him anyway. 

The receptionist there is named Brooke. She's the only woman in the office, and she dresses like a total slut, if you ask me. Sometimes when I'm eating lunch with Donny, she will come in and just flirt openly with him. She's always half undressed, but Clint, the man who owns the business, doesn't seem to mind at all. I don't worry cause I know I have a much better body than her and am prettier, too. And Donny would never be unfaithful anyway.

Clint is a really interesting man. I've only met him twice, so I don't really know him, but he's really intriguing. He seems just so very assertive and confident. He's in his late forties, I guess, but still quite handsome in a rugged sort of way. Not at all like Donny, who is also attractive, but more "cute," I guess, than manly. 

The way Clint looked at me the last Wednesday actually made me quiver. He has a way of asking things without asking, if you know what I mean. He's obviously a man who's been with many women. I don't think many women would say no to him! He's married, but I'm sure he sleeps with Brooke anytime he wants. But who doesn't, really? I bet everybody does. I just know she's a slut. I can tell by looking at her. I really like Clint, though. He's a real gentleman.

I'm kinda bored.

October 17, 2007

Donny told me today that we got invited to a party at Clint's house on Friday. I'm so exited. Donny thinks he's the only one of the new hires that Clint invited. That's kind of flattering, I think. I wonder if that's true.

One weird thing, though. Last Friday, Brook stopped me as I was leaving Donny's office and said just the strangest thing to me. Right out of the blue she said, "Clint has taken an interest in you, little Christian girl, and you know he always takes what interests him," and smirked and walked away. 

I was completely startled. I didn't know for absolute sure what she meant by that, but I could kinda guess. It had a curious effect on me, a little frightening, but a teeny bit exciting, too. It must mean he admires me. I hope for more than just my looks. But then how could he? He really doesn't know me. Oh well. It's just too hard to figure out.

Donny and I have only made love that one time so far. I wonder if it's something bad about me. I try to tell him I want to, but he just seems to ignore it. I mean I can't just like walk up to him naked. I would if he wouldn't get all upset, though. It would be fun.

October 20, 2007

Clint's party is still playing out in my head. I don't think I behaved like I should have. I feel very guilty.

I had wanted to buy something new and attractive and maybe just a teeny little bit "sexy" for the party, but I knew Donny would be offended, so I wore a modest silk dress that I've had for ages. I chose it because it's the only outfit I have that even hints that there's an attractive body underneath it. I could tell that even this much sexuality bothered my husband, though. 

As it turns out, I guess he was right to worry. But I have been so frustrated with Donny, and I just wanted to be looked at, you know, like a woman. That's all, just looked at and appreciated!

My frustration with Donny must have made me very susceptible to the Devil's temptation that night. That's the only way I can explain what happened, except maybe that there's just something wrong with me.

I guess I wasn't really surprised when Clint asked me to dance. Not after what Brooke had told me. I kind of expected it, actually. Maybe even looked forward to it. I don't know. I know I kind of rehearsed what I would do if he did ask. I would be very cool and sophisticated, and he would be just so impressed with me as a woman. That's not quite what happened though.

I really like to dance, but never get the chance to because Donny thinks it's not right. So when Clint asked me, I looked over at Donny to ask with my eyes if it was okay, and he just sort of nodded in what I hoped was permission. He didn't look too happy about it, however. 

If I had known what was to happen next, though, I probably wouldn't have agreed to dance with him. Most of all, I'm so dismayed at my reaction to it all. I need to pray about it, I know. 

I keep asking myself why, when Clint steered me over to a corner of the room and after a few minutes of very innocent dancing and chatting, very slowly and very deliberately and with absolutely no encouragement from me began to feel my body through my dress, I didn't at least resist in some way. But I just didn't. I did ask him what his wife would think, but he just laughed at my apparent naivete. After that, I didn't say another word or in anyway indicate that he should stop. It kind of hurt to be laughed at like I was some stupid little girl. 

Since I didn't want to be embarrassed that way again, I just let his hands play wherever they wished after that. I was pretty tense at first, and I know he could tell, but it didn't make him stop. Why should he? He had never asked my permission in the first place. He is a remarkably confident man. It's just like what Brooke said, he just takes what he wants. And I guess he wanted me.

Maybe I wanted him to want me. 

As much as I hate to say it, that might be true, because after a few tense minutes, I felt myself start to relax and just let what happened happen. And to my surprise, slowly but surely, I began to feel that wonderful tingle beginning to grow inside me, the exact feeling I had had with those strange policemen. I didn't want it to end this time. 

Even though he was being pretty discrete about the way he was touching me, I could see others beginning to watch as his hands mapped the roundness of my hips and briefly encircled my petite waist as he pulled me closer to him. I glanced over anxiously at my husband when his hands descended to the contours of my bottom and, cupping it, pulled my body even tighter to him. 

Fortunately, Donny was talking to an older man who had steered him into a corner with his back to me. I felt very tense and awkward at first when Clint pulled me so close, but then I just gave in completely. I closed my eyes tightly, put my head down on his shoulder and melted into his body.

Almost instantly, at my apparent encouragement, he began to fondle my breasts and caress my nipples through the dress with his fingers. I felt my self start to tense up again, but I tried this time to relax again. When his hands began to gently stroked the flatness of my tummy, I was certain that most of those dancing near us were aware of what Clint was doing to me, and when he gently lowered his hands to trace the outlines of my vagina, I glanced quickly around and saw that I was right. A number of Donny's coworkers and their wives were watching intently. Still, I made no effort to stop him. 

God, I know I should have stopped him then, I just know I should have, but sadly, I no longer cared who was watching. All that mattered was that tingling in my belly that had now grown to encompass my whole body. I molded myself to him and moaned gently into his ear. I desperately wanted the seed those policemen had planted in me that night to bloom at last.

To my credit, I did whisper "Please, no" when he began again to fondle my breasts. I'm certain it didn't seem very convincing, though. After that, I said absolutely nothing as he expertly enveloped my breast, though I'm sure my quickening breath and stiffening nipples spoke volumes.

"Brooke was right, Temple," he whispered in my ear as he turned to walk me back to my husband with his hand on my bottom. "You have a beautiful body. I want to see it. I want you to come to the office. Call Brooke and make arrangements. I want it to be soon."

Oh God, what incredible confidence this man has, I thought, as he handed me back to my husband. I didn't talk to Clint for the rest of the evening, but I was so aware of his presence. I could feel the touch of his hands on my body the whole night. I knew I should have said something more during all of the time he was fondling me, should have at least suggested some resistance. But I didn't. At that moment, I was his and I guess he knew it. 

To he honest, he probably could have taken me right then. It's horrible to say, I know, but it's true. I don't know what has become of me. I just don't know who I am anymore. For the first time since that night with the policemen, I felt that stirring in my belly, that vague promise of a pleasure that I had never yet experienced. Oh God, I want it so much!!!! I am so awful.

October 23, 2007

Over the weekend, I had firmly decided that it would be impossible for me to do what Clint wanted. I'm a married, Christian woman. The horrid thing, of course, was that I actually had to talk myself out of it. You see, I really did want him to see me, see me nude, to appreciate my body. My husband has never seen me totally undressed. In fact, the only people who have ever seen me nude were the policemen on that strange night. I thought about standing nude in front of Clint so much, and the vision of myself being admired by this man was so intriguing, so alluring, that I had to fight myself to repel the thoughts. Vanity is such a terrible, terrible sin. But I know I have a really nice body, and I did so much want Clint to see it because I knew he would appreciate it. He's so sophisticated. It's not like he would be a lecher or anything. I just knew he wouldn't be. He'd able to appreciate the pure beauty of my body. 

I lasted until yesterday, Monday, before I called

Anyway, here's the compromise I made with myself. I would go to his office, but I wouldn't let him undress me. He could touch me, though, like he did when we were dancing. Yes, I know that is a sin, too, but I just couldn't say no totally. And he wouldn't be actually touching my flesh.

I called Brooke and made an appointment to see Clint. I could hear the smirk in her voice when she called back to tell me that Clint would see me that afternoon. I told Donny that Clint wanted to see me to ask about some gifts he was buying for his wife. Donny seemed to like that. I think it made him feel important that Clint wanted his wife's advice.

I was very nervous, understandably so, I think, walking into Clint's office, especially because one wall of the room is one-way glass, and I could see everyone in the office. Even though I knew they couldn't see me, it was still nerve wracking. But Clint was quick to ease my fears. He just smiled as I walked in and told me how beautiful I looked and how glad he was that I'd come. He gave me a hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek. He was as cool and sophisticated as I knew he would be.

"I'm very pleased you've come, Temple. Brooke thought you might. I wasn't sure," he said, delicately brushing the outside of my breasts with his fingertips. A great shiver of anticipation surged down my spine, but i vowed this was as far as it would go.

Stepping slightly back from me, he began slowly but quite confidently to unbutton my blouse while telling me again, how "pleased, honored, really" he felt that I had come to visit with him and show him my "incredibly sensual" body. 

I was just completely stunned at his assurance, his confidence that I had come to show him my body, and totally shocked at my own response. As I said, that was not my plan. Not at all. Yet, I stood there and let him continue to undress me. He never asked my permission. He just assumed that that was what I was there for. As for myself and my "resolve," I never offered even a hint of resistance, either physically or orally. I just stood there and let him do what he wanted. I just cannot believe I let him do that.

But I did. 

Having gently removed my blouse, he walked to his desk, turned, and said that he'd like for me to take off the rest of my things. Over my shoulder, I could clearly see the staff calmly going about their business, and now Clint wanted me to undress myself in what I couldn't help but think was right in front of the entire office.

This was going to be harder to do. Much harder. In my earlier fantasies, before I had decided against it entirely, I had really assumed he would undress me, if it came to that. I could deal with that, I thought, but this was so blatant. Like I was admitting that I was his. That I was just one of the common sluts he used. I really did not want to be one of his tramps. I wanted to be special. But nevertheless, for some strange reason I couldn't disobey. I did exactly what he told me to. I unfastened my skirt and squeezed myself out of it, letting it puddle at my feet. I stood before him in nothing but bra, panties, and heels. I was stunned at my behavior. I had become utterly wanton. Utterly.

"The bra, please, Temple," he said simply, and the way he said it made any resistance seem almost ridiculous.

To my credit, I hesitated a moment, but then, closing my eyes, I did exactly what he asked, exactly what he knew I would do. Reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra and pulled it from my shoulders, though for some reason I continued to hold it beside me.

"Temple," Clint smiled. "I've never seen breasts so beautiful, so full and so flawlessly shaped. Brooke has great tits, as everyone knows, but she bought hers," he said chuckling. "I know. I paid for them. Yours are perfectly natural, and I do mean 'perfect.' Why do you keep them covered? Now the panties, sweetie."

I loved that he appreciated the difference between Brooke's implants and my natural development. That was very "special." And I must admit that I did so much want him to see me nude and to appreciate all that, as he said, had been hidden, but this would be impossible to do. I just could not do this final thing. 

Clint seemed to sense this, and taking a small penknife from his desk, he walked over and expertly slit the sides of my panties and let them fall to the floor. I was now, finally, totally nude! And as excited as I'd ever been in my life. He was the first man to have seen me nude since the policemen. And this was so, so different!

"Magnificent," was all he said, as he stared at me in earnest admiration for some time, asking me to turn slowly so that he could "drink in the entirety of my beautiful body." It was the perfect thing to say. Even though I know I'm attractive, like all women, I've always been kinda ashamed about how I look totally nude. I have really nice hips and bottom, but I'm rather slim and as a result my boobs look disproportionately large to the rest of my body. And it is my breasts that always attracted attention, so I really did need to be put at ease. "Don't you think that maybe my boobs are too big for my body?" I asked nervously.

Clint just laughed out loud, and taking my breasts in his hands said, "You do have large breasts, Temple, but no man is ever going to say a woman has too much tit!" laughing again and squeezing my breasts provocatively. Then, touching my chin lightly, he tilted my head up and kissed me.

It was just so perfect. It wasn't gross or vulgar, but in its simplicity, it was intensely passionate, leaving me light headed but ardently alert. When his hands dropped to cup my sex, I simply collapsed into his arms.

I was surprised that he didn't comment on the fact that I was shaved, even when he began to caress me down there. Obviously, he was just so much more sophisticated. To him, I guess it just seemed perfectly natural, just like it did to me. It's funny how comfortable I felt then. It was just like I thought it would be. He could appreciate the pure beauty of my body without making it ugly or lustful.

"You look like a living Barbie doll, Temple, absolute perfection," he said, moving now to thoroughly explore my body. The touch of his hand on the side of my breast was electric, sending tremors of pleasure deep into the most sensuous parts of my quickly yielding flesh, and yet somehow I felt he was expressing earnest appreciation for my body rather than lewd lust for it. 

I can't write more now.

October 24, 2007

It's hard for me to write down the rest of events of that day. I honestly hadn't expected to end up nude in front of Clint, though I can't now deny the surge of pride I felt in his very vocal appreciation or the excitement of his hands exploring my naked flesh. But I also must have sensed that Clint was not finished with me. So I can only blame myself that, when he moved to delicately embrace my breasts and to fondle my responsive nipples, I had to take deep breaths and to close my eyes to keep from fainting. My heart was pounding so hard that Clint couldn't have helped but feel it as he stroked my heaving breasts. When he pulled me closer and took a nipple lightly between his teeth, my knees literally buckled and he had to catch me to keep me from falling. When his hand dropped to the softness of my vagina, I must have signaled my complete surrender.




Diary of a Young Slut Ch. 02



I had honestly assured myself all through this that I simply could not let this happen. Over and over, I said to myself that I could not let him make love to me.

Still, when he kissed me again full on the lips and let his tongue dart between my teeth, I knew that he would have to be the one to stop it. When he asked me to kneel down in front of him, I did. 

I knew instantly what he was going to ask next. I thought stupidly that perhaps this would actually be the way to prevent his taking me. I knew he would be surprised at my freakish ability, just like those policemen were. I hoped that would be enough. But I also secretly hoped he would like and admire what I was about to do for him. I wanted him to be surprised.

But as it turned out, he was not as surprised as I was when I again glanced at the window and saw Donny talking to Brooke but seemingly looking right at me kneeling there nude in front of his boss! I saw that Clint noticed too, and giving a little chuckle, said gently but with considerable command "Loosen my belt and unbutton my pants, Temple. It'll be all right. He can't see you."

I felt horrible with Donny seeming to stare straight at me that way. Guilt washed over me and I was about to get up from my knees when Clint grabbed my hair tightly in his fist and turned my face up to him. "Temple," he simply said. "Right now!"

I was all a flutter. I didn't know what to do. But Clint did. At his insistence, I again turned my face to him, and though I fumbled a little with the belt, I soon had him open. And suddenly, there he was before me. I felt faint at the sight of the full erection of his truly majestic manhood. My hands were trembling as I lightly touched its rigidity and pulled it carefully to my lips. Though I could swear I felt Donny's eyes on me, my gaze never left Clint's as my lips encircled his magnificent sex and I drew him to the back of my mouth. And then looking up at his enchanting eyes, In one move, I drew him fully down my throat. The look on his face was one I shall never forget.

"Temple, my God," was all he said.

I withdrew and pulled him again deeply down my throat four more times, my eyes never leaving his.

"Where did you learn to do this, Temple. Not with Donny, I'm guessing."

"It's just something I can do, I guess," I mumbled, sucking him again deep into my throat.

"Do you do it with Donny?"

"Ohmygawd no," I said, gasping for air and fondling his swollen rod with my hands and stealing a quick glance at Donny. "He would think that it's a sin," I said softly, lowering my head. "He was so angry when I once suggested it. He made me pray to make me a better wife right after I suggested it."

"I don't know if it's a sin or not, baby," he answered, cupping my chin and lifting my head, "but I'm going to use your 'talent' regularly," and holding me carefully in this position, he began to probe my mouth, roughly pushing himself deeply in and out of my throat. 

This is hard for me to say, but it was exactly the way I wanted to be treated. It would be better if I couldn't so clearly see Donny seemingly staring at me, but even then, I knew I wouldn't stop. That vague urge deep in my belly that I had once experienced with the policemen and had hoped for forever since had returned. This time, I wasn't going to let it leave me! I received each of his vigorous thrusts into my throat compliantly. That wonderful feeling continued to grow inside me.

When he withdrew and lifted me to my feet and carried me to his desk, all of my defenses evaporated. My only desire now was that he complete his carnal knowledge of me. I was just hopelessly in his thrall.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Temple," he said, lifting me onto his desk and pushing me down. "I hope your delightfully smooth pussy is as rewarding as your mouth. Your cunt probably doesn't get a lot of use either, does it, honey."

I just shook my head and said meekly, "No, sir. Hardly at all." 

I offered no resistance whatsoever. I simply accepted the fact that I had no control over my urges. I wanted him to "fuck" me. As awful as that is to say.

Turning my head as Clint pushed me down on to the desk and lifted my legs to his shoulders, I suddenly noticed that Donny was still there, talking to Brooke. I could sense him staring right through the glass at me as I prepared to surrender my little-used body to his boss.

"Clint," I cried, "I can't do it with him right there. I just can't"

Clint just laughed. "It's okay, baby. Just hold on. Lifting the phone, he told Brooke he wanted to see her.

I was in a sudden panic. What was going on? Was he going to have Brooke come and see me lying here on his desk totally naked and completely open with his sex poised to enter me? I tried to squirm away when the door opened to admit Brooke, but he held me firmly there. I saw Brook glance at me, smile and wink at Clint, as I lay there, legs spread, obviously ready to be "fucked."

"Brooke, get Donny out of there," Clint ordered. "Tell him I want him back in his office working right now," Clint ordered.

Well, I guess I was right, wasn't I," Brooke grinned, looking at me on Clint's desk as he prepared to take the body I had promised only to my husband. "It looks like Donny's little Christian bride is about to be seduced," she laughed before walking back out the door. "Enjoy yourself."

"Brooke said she thought you'd be easy," Clint said, as Brooke closed the door behind her, "but I don't think either of us thought you'd be this easy," he grinned, spreading my legs even further apart. "But you really are easy, aren't you, Temple? Are you ready to be fucked?"

I should have been deeply embarrassed, and I did feel the blood rushing to my face. I certainly didn't think of myself as "easy"! But embarrassment quickly turned to something else entirely when, having meekly answered "Yes, sir" probably to both of his questions, he seized my hips and drove his first stroke easily into my yearning, wet vagina. Donny hadn't yet turned to leave, and actually seemed to be watching the head of Clint's extraordinary endowment part my labia and began its long journey into the deepest regions of my body. Regions Danny would never visited. And that deep feeling I so longed for began to grow as I began stupidly to moan Clint's name.

"You like to be fucked, Temple?" he intoned, increasing the tempo of his plunges into my willing body. "You want to be fucked hard, don't you Temple. Don't you."

"Yes," I gasped, hardly knowing what I was saying. Donny still hadn't left Brooke's desk, but it now no longer mattered to me. The exquisite thrill and excitement of Clint's manhood invading my body was all that mattered. 

With each stroke, I felt myself give in to carnal lust. With each plunge into my wet and yielding body, my vagina began to mold itself to his imposing sex. He could have done anything to me then and I would have let him. I felt so in union with him. I wanted to be his ultimate pleasure. I needed him to take my body and make it his.

"Ask me to fuck you hard, Temple. I want to hear it."

"Yes, do it, please."

"Say it, Temple. I want you to ask me to fuck you, ask me to fuck you hard," he said, his breath coming quickly now. 

I hesitated. I had never used that kind of language before, but the insistence in his voice and my wholehearted desire to please him made it impossible to ignore. "Please, fuck me, Clint," I stumblingly said, hardly able to get the words out. It was the first time I had ever uttered that awful word.

"Say it again! Now!"

It was a little easier the second time. "Fuck me hard, Clint," I moaned, this time a little louder and maybe more believable. 

And that's what he did. By the third time, my remark was utterly spontaneous. "Yes, fuck me hard," I suddenly urged, my head thrashing back and forth in pure passion like some impassioned whore slut. "Fuck me as hard as you can, Clint!"

I should have been terribly ashamed, I know, but each time I asked him to "fuck me hard" he responded with harder and longer strokes, and with each longer and harder stroke, that acute knot of pleasure so deep in me grew more and more intense, spreading from my vagina, through my breasts, clear to the top of my head. 

Finally, I felt that wonderful sensation I had desired so long come to fruition. "Fuck me, Clint. Oh God yes, please, fuck me as hard as you can," I implored him over and over.

My legs were pushed clear back to my breasts now and spread so wide I feared I might split. But I was utterly thrilled to be so open for him, to take each stroke so completely, as he pistoned in and out of me with increasing ferocity. For the first time, I felt like a real woman, being treated like a woman should be, and responding like real woman. I was totally submissive to this powerful man, and it seemed just so fundamentally right. 

I instinctively realized that the increased force and depth of each plunge meant that he was near to climax, and that he intended to ejaculate inside me. He obviously didn't care what the consequences were. I might have been ovulating. It clearly didn't matter to him. He was about to be only the forth man to spill his seed in me, and he was going to spill it deeply and powerfully. And he certainly wasn't going to ask my permission! God, he was just so manly!

Perhaps that cocky manliness is what primed me for the explosion that took place inside me when I first felt his engorged penis begin to pulse and shoot potent streams of hot semen deep, deep inside me. It was as if that little seed of pleasure the policemen had planted in me four years ago had finally come to flower, to radiate through my entire body, to engulf me in its bowers of sensuality. As each of Clint's powerful ejaculations burst so deep down inside me, I gave in to it entirely and let wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure wash over me. I had finally experienced my first climax, the one promised to me as a girl, which now at last was fully realized.

When Clint withdrew and entered my mouth to inject the last of his sperm into my body, it was with honest emotion that my mouth embraced his sex to signal my ardent and impassioned thanks. Finished, I lay back on the desk, exhausted and fulfilled, and thanked him over and over. I finally felt totally like a woman. I owed that all to Clint.

November 11, 2007

It's been nearly a month since that first time with Clint. He's taken me seven other times already. Each time seems to make my climaxes more exhilarating. I did feel so much guilt after the first time, and I vowed I would never let it happen again. But I couldn't help myself. He wants to see me tomorrow, Monday. I'm only nineteen and have been married for less than a year and yet I've already been unfaithful eight times. I can't believe this is me. I fear I've become Clint's whore. Prayer isn't helping like it should.

November 13, 2007

I don't know what to think about yesterday. I did some things that truly shock me. It's just that I know I can't go without sex now. I want it too much. I'm the devil's spawn, I know. On Monday's Clint has Donny take real estate classes all day and then he goes to divinity school at night, so that's usually (but not always) when Clint takes me. Yesterday was Monday, so I wasn't surprised that he wanted to see me. What followed did startle me though.

Clint started out by telling me that he preferred having sex with me in the office (we'd done it in his office every time except the two times we did it at his house on the weekend), and that from now on he wanted me "totally accessible" to him every day.

"No underwear when you come into the office, Temple. No bra and especially no panties," he said simply. "I don't want anything to impede my access to your body. That includes when you're having lunch with your husband. I want you totally nude under your clothing."

I wasn't really prepared for this, but I just stammered "Okay," not really knowing what I was agreeing to. But the next thing was truly stunning.

"Also, I want you to agree to become company property, Temple. I've taken the liberty of having Brooke draw up a contract; however, there will be no negotiation about it. You'll either sign it and abide by it or we'll end this affair now."

I was like totally shocked, but his confidence was well placed. I'm sure he knew by my recent behavior that I wouldn't be able to walk away. "What does the contract say," was all I could stumblingly say.

"Brooke," he said, picking up the phone, "bring Temple's contract in here." And then turning to me, he said sharply, "Get undressed."

You may be surprised, but I actually didn't mind this. Clint had made me proud of my body. He constantly complimented my slender body and large breasts. Plus, I sort of liked the idea of being nude in front of Brooke cause it just had to make her jealous. My boobs are nicer and fuller that hers and, of course, as I said, mine are real and hers aren't! My waist is tinier, and even though I'm slender, my hips are nearly as full as hers and much rounder. I mean I know Brooke is very attractive and everything with a really terrific figure, but I also know that we both know I have the better body! It's vain to say, I know, but it's true! 

I asked Clint once if he ever had sex with Brooke and he said that he often did, so I asked him if I was better than her, and he said "Well, you're getting there." That really hurt. I hated that he thought she was better in bed than me, but I guess that's what I get for asking. 

Anyway, being naked in front of her was my only way of getting back at her, so I didn't hesitate a minute when Clint ordered me to undress. I wanted her to be jealous and I was determined that Clint would eventually think I was better in bed than her, too! I just stood there proudly with my breasts jutting out. I knew it would just kill her!

Brooke just sneered at me when she walked in and handed Clint the contract. "Read it to her," he said.

I can't remember the exact words of the contract, but what it said was that I was now company property and the Clint would "dispose" of me as he wished. I remember that word! I wouldn't be allowed to make any objection to any use he would make of me, including using me to stimulate a sale or sweeten a deal. Being company property, I would be available to other senior sales staff to use as necessary. 

Most important, I was to obey. Always! No questions! 

I could see Brooke smiling contemptuously as she read me my "duties."

When she finished reading it aloud, Brooke handed me the contract and a pen. I don't know what I was thinking, probably that this can't really be serious, but after hesitating a few seconds, I signed it. 

Unbelievable, isn't it? I'm nineteen, a married Christian woman, and I have just signed a contract making me Clint's property. In other words, his whore! 

But I don't feel like that, I really don't. And I don't think he does either. I really don't think he would ever do any of that, anyway. I know he respects me. So I signed it!

I think Clint was very pleased when I signed with so little hesitation. When he came over and kissed me and thanked me, it just put tingles down my spine. Right then, I guess I sort of wanted to be his property. I mean not really, at least not the way the contract said, but sort of like symbolically? 

But the conversation that followed was truly puzzling, and made me kinda wonder for the first time what I had got myself into.

Turning to Brooke, he said, "I think I'll have the company logo tattooed on her somewhere like we did with Jennifer. Maybe on her ass."

"Well, her tits are big as billboards," Brooke smiled sarcastically. "You could put the logo and the company slogan and list all the sales people and still have room to sell ads!" she sneered.

Clint laughed. "Yes, she does have a rather large rack on her, but her ass will be just fine."

God, I hate that bitch!

"You know what else you might do?" she butted in. "Remember those electric brands we ordered when we were labeling those leather briefcases the guys were using last year? Why not use that on her. You could tattoo her ass and brand her right above her pussy."

"Interesting idea. I like that, Brooke, like it very much. Let me think about it," he mused. "The brands were a little smaller than a half-dollar, weren't they? Perfect size. Do you remember where they are? Above her pussy, you think? Not her ass?"

"Sure," she encouraged, "If it's above her pussy whoever's fucking her will see who her owner is. That way, they'll know who to thank for the favor. I'll get them for you, okay" she answered, staring snootily at me.

That conversation seemed so unreal to me that I really didn't pay attention to it. It was just words. I was certain that Clint was kinda of scaring me a teeny bit was all. I couldn't imagine anyone actually doing that to anyone, let alone to me! But I did have a teen, tiny little bit of doubt, too. 

But anyway, I'm absolutely positive I would never allow that! I'm not completely stupid!

When Brooke left the room and Clint took me, I guess the excitement of that strange conversation coupled with Clint's surprisingly vigorous assault on my body made this by far the most profound climax of the many Clint had given me. And my goodness, he was so deep in me!

November 20, 2007

Clint is in Cleveland this week. Today, I tried to go into the office to have lunch with Donny, but I was so obviously braless, that at the last minute I lost my nerve.

November 21, 2007

Donny was upset that I didn't bring him his lunch, so I did today, but I wore underwear. I mean Clint isn't even here. What could it hurt? Donny and I still haven't made love again. 

November 27, 2007

Yesterday was frightening, but I know now that I have only myself to blame. Brooke called me Monday in the morning and said Clint wanted to see me that afternoon. I was totally happy, just so eager and excited to see him. It had been over two weeks since he had last taken me, and I must admit I really, really wanted him inside me again. I have become so addicted to him!

So I was like totally surprised at the tone of his voice when I walked into the office. 

"I have a feeling you haven't obeyed me, Temple," he said menacingly. "Brooke tells me that she's certain you've worn panties and bra when you've visited with Donny at lunch. That's unacceptable, Temple. Need I remind you're under contract? When I tell you something, I expect to be obeyed!"

Grabbing me by the hair , he pulled me quickly over to the desk and pushed me breast down on it. He walked behind me and quickly lifted the tight little skirt I'd worn for him up over my hips. 

Then, stepping back from me, he said, "Pull your panties down," in a voice of complete and utter disgust at my disobedience. 

I had remembered to remove my bra before I came to the office, but I just somehow forgot about the panties. I could feel the tears already forming in my eyes as I reached back, pushed my panties down, and stepped out of them, apologizing over and over again for wearing them. 

He invaded me instantly. I had never thought sex could be used to punish, but I realized quickly that that was exactly what he was doing to me. His deep plunges into my belly weren't meant to be arousing (though in some strange ways they were), but rather to be demeaning, to show me that at the moment I was nothing but a body to him, nothing but a "cunt to be fucked," as he would say later. 

Each stroke produced more tears. I was sobbing before he had even come near to finishing with me. He never said anything, didn't call me names or say ugly things about my disobedience. Didn't hit me or slap me. He just continued to use me like a common whore.

Finally, he again grabbed me by my hair and jerked me off of his desk and on to my knees in front of him. 




Diary of a Young Slut Ch. 02



"Open your mouth" was all he said before he filled it with his semen. He obviously felt I wasn't even worthy to receive his sperm in my womb. 

Tears mixed with the semen that missed my mouth and ran down my face to my breasts. I could taste the mix of salt and acidity when I wiped his sperm from my bosom and placed it apologetically in my mouth. 

"Temple," Clint said, calmly now, as I finished cleaning him. "Do you understand why I had to fuck you this way?"

I nodded my head yes.

"It will be the last time I have to do this, won't it."

"Yes," I sniffled quietly. "I'm just so, so sorry. I just didn't think it was so important 'cause you weren't here. Please forgive me. I'm so, so sorry, Clint. Honestly."

"Everything I tell you is important, Temple. Everything! Have you forgotten that I dispose of my property as I wish? Temple, you need some training. But that will be a little later on. Two things for right now. First, I'm going to give you a job here. I need to keep an eye on you. You'll be on probation. Brooke needs someone to do filing for her and you'll be perfect for that. She'll be your boss. You'll obey her without question. You start on Monday. You'll remember the dress code, won't you?"

I replied that I would, and he asked me to repeat what I'm to wear when in the office.

"Nothing underneath," I said.

"And from now on, I want that to be absolutely apparent to anyone looking. Do you understand? Everyone is to know you're naked beneath you clothes."

I nodded my head yes, though I knew this was going to be almost impossible to do with Donny working right there, but I vowed to try to do it some way. I knew there was no way I could possibly give up Clint's wonderful love making, and God knows I couldn't endure another humiliating experience like the one I had just gone through. I didn't really mind so much the way he used me, not at all really, but I just couldn't stand Clint's disappointment in me. Believe me, I would never come to the office in panties or bra again!

"Second," he continued, "I'll want you to meet Mr. Compton, a good friend of mine, sometime soon and later on, I'm going to give you to Charlie Washington for some on- the-job training," he stated matter of factly.

I'd seen Mr. Compton once or twice in the office, but never had met him formally. I remembered him as a very imposing figure, about fifty years old, with a very athletic build. He was tall and distinguished looking with an air of complete confidence. He wasn't the kind of man anyone would ever say no to. 

Charlie Washington was the senior salesman in the office, an enormous black man who was my husband's supervisor. I knew that Donny, was afraid of him for some reason, but didn't know why, maybe simply because he was such an imposing figure. He was a huge man and not at all attractive, but like Mr. Compton, I was pretty certain he was not a man anyone easily said no to.

I wasn't sure what Clint meant by "meeting" Mr. Compton or "giving" me to Charlie Washington, but from what had happened so far, it probably would involve the use of my body in some way. I honestly don't know what to feel about that. 

I do know that, after what he had just done to me, I am terribly afraid of disappointing him in any way whatsoever. I didn't want to have what had just happened to me happen again, and I already know without question that I can not simply walk away from this. 

The climaxes I've experienced with him are simply too powerful and too long awaited to ever say no to. I understood completely and for the first time the nature of addiction. And God knows I am addicted! But I just can't let it go further than this. I can't let another man use my body. I have vowed not to let this go any further.

December 3, 2007

Today was my first day at work. Donny and I talked about this a long time. He wasn't sure he wanted his wife to work, but finally, we both agreed that the extra money would be helpful. We could save for Donny's divinity schooling much more quickly, and it would be good, he said, that we would both be together more.

There were, of course, some problems for me. As I walked up to Brooke's desk my first day to ask what she wanted filed, the first thing she said to me was, " Are you wearing panties today, Temple?"

I was startled, but managed to say in a very haughty way, "No, I'm not allowed to, as I'm sure you know." 

I wanted her to understand both that I wasn't at all unhappy about my new relationship with Clint, and that I knew Clint told her things about me and that that didn't bother me at all. 

"What would you like me to do today," I said loftily and professionally, I thought.

"Oh my goodness. Aren't we the uppity little slut today," she sarcastically answered. "I believe Clint wants your lack of panties and bra to be 'apparent,' and it doesn't seem apparent to me. I'll have to report this to him when he gets back tomorrow. I would advise you to start wearing clothes a bit more revealing. Take this and file it."

I was definitely upset, so much so that I eventually ended up begging her not to tell on me. How humiliating! But I just could not bear to disappoint him again. She just sneered at me. God, I hope she won't tell. I do have to be more careful about dressing the way Clint wants, I know. I will tomorrow.

December 5, 2007

It's very hard to dress like Clint wants at work, but I try hard to. When I walk around now, I'm certain it is completely obvious that I have nothing on underneath. I'm careful to wear clothes sheer enough to show my nakedness beneath. I get a lot of looks from the guys in the office and tons of smiles and stuff, but when I see Donny around, I'm like petrified and have to hide. We obviously can't have lunch together. He keeps asking me why. Fortunately, Clint keeps him out of the office most of the day and lets me go home before he gets back. 

This is just so, so difficult. I wish Clint could keep Donny totally away from me somehow.

December 11, 2007

Yesterday was just so perfect. Donny is away for training on Mondays, which means I can finally be myself. I wore this great little micro mini that I bought (and hid from Donny) last weekend and an ultra sheer silk blouse. I left the blouse half-unbuttoned (not that it mattered since the blouse was practically see-thru anyway), and walked right up to Brooke's desk. She just looked at me a minute and then said really snootily, "Well, do you think you're competition now?" 

I just smiled and said, "Perhaps." And unbuttoned another button right in front of her! I was like nearly totally exposed. And I loved it! I was totally nude under this little outfit and for the first time I could just be completely relaxed about it.

I enjoyed yesterday just so, so much, and I think a lot of the guys did, too. (Hee, hee) 

I wonder if I'm an exhibitionist. I don't know if I am, but I sure had no desire to cover up, not at all. I loved the way the guys looked at me. When this guy named Bart walked by, I bent way down over the lower filing cabinets and let him see my breasts like completely displayed. It gave me just this incredibly erotic feeling to see him stop and start to flirt with me. I never once tried to cover up. 

Know what else I noticed when I looked in the mirror? When I bend over in this tiny little mini I show something else pretty clearly, as well! Hee hee! I made sure a few of the guys saw that, too! God, I'm so bad! I wish it could be like this everyday, but I won't be able to be like this again until next Monday. Darn!!!! 

Clint has to do something about Donny always being around.

At least I know I won the competition! And Brooke knows it too! I love it!

(As I was leaving today, Brooke told me that Clint had just called to say that Mr. Compton will be coming into the office on Thursday afternoon, and that I'm to make myself available. I don't know what to think about that.)

December 14, 2007

Ohmygawd, what a strange day today was. Sometimes I wonder what is becoming of me. But at least I know that Clint really does appreciate me now, and that I have made him proud of me. That's so important.

When Brooke called me and told me that Clint wanted to see me in his office, I felt a little apprehensive, I must admit, but I really wanted to please Clint. I was afraid he was losing interest in me, because he hadn't taken me in almost a week. I had taken a great risk wearing a very, very revealing outfit that I was sure would please Clint. It left nothing to the imagination. I had to hide from Donny all morning, which made me pretty tense.

When I Clint finally called me into his office, I was sort of nervous and on edge from worry and excitement. I was glad to get out of the general office and into Clint's where I could relax some. 

Mr. Compton was seated with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette when I walked in. He simply looked me up and down, nodded at me, and said to Clint, "A beautiful young lady. I've always been partial to attractive young blondes, especially blondes who dress like that and look like that. I've seen her here before, I believe. Very pretty. And she appears to have a body to match that extraordinary face. Nice tits. Where'd you get her?"

"She's the wife of one of my junior salesmen, and he apparently doesn't appreciate that body quite like I think you will" Clint laughed. "And once we undress her, I think you'll agree she's got the body to match the face."

So he was going to show me to him. I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about that, but I guess it wouldn't be so bad. What could it hurt to let him look? God, I am so, so naive!

"I remember how you're constantly going on about the tits or ass on this bitch or that one, Dirk, so I thought of you might enjoy this one," Clint went on. "She's got exceptional tits and the bitch's waist is so tiny you can get your hands around it, which makes her ass look pretty sensational, too. Long, long legs under that little skirt, as you can obviously see." 

I was torn about how I felt. I liked the compliments, but the language was kind of offensive. I wish he wouldn't call me a "bitch." The language only got more intense, however, and what was said next should have sent me running.

"Her cunt's as tight as a virgin's and shaved smooth as glass," Clint continued, "but here's the best part for you, Derk. Her cunt is apparently only rarely used, but her ass has never been!"

"Well, well," Mr. Compton replied, crushing out his cigarette and walking over to me. "What's the matter with her husband. Is he a faggot?" 

"Don't know," Clint replied. "Why don't you ask Temple."

"Well, is he?" he said to me.

"I, I don't know," I stupidly stuttered.

It didn't really matter what I said. He wasn't paying any attention.

"The only thing I like better than a great set of tits is an unsullied ass," he said, turning to Clint. "A virgin ass, eh."

"Did Clint tell you how much I like anal sex, honey?" he said now to me. "I'm sorry, but I've forgotten your name."

"Temple," I said demurely, hoping that my conflicting emotions weren't showing. 

I liked the way I was being admired, and it was exciting me greatly, but at the same time I felt as if I was again being treated as merely a body. 

I certainly did not want to have anal intercourse with him. Or anybody! The very idea was repellant, to say nothing of the pain I assumed would accompany it. But I was positive Clint would never let him have me anyway, so I just relaxed and hoped what Mr. Compton saw would please Clint. 

Mr. Compton turned me around slowly, touching my breasts and hips lightly as he did so. 

"So, Temple," he intoned. "Cling tells me you're an exceptionally good fuck. Inexperienced but willing. That true?"

"I hope, sir. At least I hope Clint feels that way," I answered quietly.

"You've never been fucked in the ass?"

"No, sir, never." I was starting to blush nervously.

"Have her undress," Mr. Compton said, turning to Clint and sitting down again. He lit another cigarette and gestured at Clint to get me undressed.

"Temple, do as your told," Clint said simply.

I saw Clint smile broadly when I slipped my tiny skirt down over my hips revealing my pantiless bottom. As my sheer blouse fell to the ground beside my skirt, I saw the gleam of pride on Clint's face as his "property" stood totally nude and on display for Mr. Compton's appreciation. 

I felt so close to Clint right then.

"Well," Mr. Compton observed, getting up and hefting my breasts in his hands. "You're certainly right, Clint. Those are exceptional tits. Quite heavy. I don't recall ever seeing a natural rack that size and weight with no sag whatsoever. Beautifully shaped, too. Quite exceptional. Nicely sized nipples. Slightly puffy. I like that. Do they bruise easily?" he asked Clint. "I'll want to be rough with them, as you know."

"Don't worry about anything, Derk. She's company property and you're an investor. Do what you want," Clint replied. "Enjoy her."

"I like the cunt, too," he added, his hands cupping my aroused mound. "Very smooth. And you say tight?" Mr. Compton went on, one finger slipping gently inside me to caress my clitoris. 

I couldn't help by moan slightly. Mr. Compton chuckled. "I see she's easily aroused as well," he smiled.

"Oh yes." Clint answered amusingly. "And yes, her cunt is tight. Damn tight. Believe it or not, she says her husband's only used it once. You'll be one of the few cocks to invade her cunt, and as I said, and you'll be the first to take her in the ass. But listen, you gotta try her mouth first. I think you'll find it a delightful little surprise," he said. "I'd suggest you start there and then lubricate yourself in her pussy before you take her ass. Her cunt is sensational, like I said. You've got to try it, even if only briefly"

And then nodding at me, he said sweetly, "Go show Mr. Compton that mouth I've been bragging about."

Surprising myself, I quickly walked over to Mr. Compton, my five-inch pumps causing my breast to bounce seductively as I approached. Kneeling submissively in front of him, I quickly opened his pants. I was determined to show Mr. Compton that Clint's pride in me was earned. 

He seemed maybe a bit smaller than Clint in length, as I pulled his sex towards me, but he was quite thick. Very thick, actually, and very, very hard. I could feel the heat from the glowing tip of his cigarette as he reached to squeeze my right breast.

I slowly brought his bulging penis to my lips, and then in one quick move, pulled him deep down my throat. I heard Mr. Compton exclaim, "Good God!" and Clint laugh out load appreciatively. I felt enormous pride at that moment.

"Where did you find this?" he proclaimed, grabbing me by the ears and pumping my head up and down on his rock hard shaft. I wondered what had happened to the cigarette.

"If the cunt is anything like the mouth, I'm going to 'lubricate' myself a long time," Mr. Compton said appreciatively. "You were certainly right, Clint. This is rare find," he said, continuing to pump his penis deeply down my throat.

Finally extracting himself from my mouth, he turned again to Clint and asked him to put me "tits down" on his desk.

Grabbing a fistful of my hair, Clint pulled me to my feet and led me to his desk, positioning me face down. Mr. Compton approached me from the rear, and encircling my waist and pushing my thighs apart with his knees, prepared to enter me. 

It's strange how splendid I felt right then and how terribly much I wanted my vagina to be as pleasing as my mouth had been. I was very, very wet, which I hoped would be pleasing to him. I was probably not going to be as tight as I was when Clint first took me. He had certainly done much in the past few weeks to open me up. But I did so want to be tight for Mr. Compton. 

The exclamation that accompanied his first deep, hard plunge into me made me certain I was still as tight as Clint had said I was. That made me so very, very proud! He was much more aggressive than Clint was normally, and I was surprised to discover how much I liked that. I could tell he was trying to hurt me, but for whatever reason, it was exactly the right thing to do. I climaxed almost instantly and was well along to my second when he stopped, pulled out, and prepared to take me anally. 

I was suddenly quite apprehensive. I wanted desperately to say, no. But fear of how that would reflect on Clint stopped me.

"If your little whore's ass is as tight as her cunt, I'm going to have to rend her to open her. You have any problem with that?" he asked.

"Not at all. I saved her ass for you, Derk," Clint said. "Why would I have any problem with that? I know what you like. Do whatever you want. Her ass belongs to you. If you have to rend her to open her, go ahead and rend her. Like I said, she's company property," he said encouragingly. "Open her up."

"Well, I'd suggest you stick your cock in her mouth then to stifle her scream. This isn't going to be pretty," Mr. Compton laughed. 

I was almost petrified with fear and extremely apprehensive when he told me to lift my "tits" off of the table and adjusted my hips to position himself to enter me. 

I wasn't apprehensive for long. While I was opening my mouth to accept Clint's sex, Mr. Compton encircled my waist, and in one quick, hard thrust violently tore my virginal ass open, driving nearly half the length of his thick cock deep into my tight anal cavity. 

Fortunately, my scream was stifled on Clint's full erection. 

"The bitch is tight, Clint, really tight. I'm still not completely in her. Hold her shoulders down. I want to try to open her up completely," I heard him say through the searing pain of his violent penetration. He drove himself now ferociously into me.

The pain was sharp and engulfing as inch by inch he plunged his thick sex deeper into my body. But surprisingly and also quite fleeting, I began to feel this utterly strange sensation rising from my vagina, through my belly to my head. The seven or eight harsh strokes it took to bury his fat penis entirely inside me only intensified it, and each succeeding thrust drove me deeper and deeper into absolute paroxysms of pain and pleasure. I didn't know if I was screaming in agony or ecstasy onto Clint's muffling sex.

When Mr. Compton had finished in me, depositing his semen deep in my rectum, Clint took me, quite hurriedly emptying himself in my womb. 

Most interestingly though, and this is indeed strange, as I was lying there, listening to them discuss my body and the tightness of my "ass" and "cunt" and hearing them evaluate my performance, I suddenly experienced the most intense climax. No one was touching me, not even myself. But it was so intense! And so strange. Both men just looked at me in the oddest way. "What a whore," Mr. Compton laughed.

December 19, 2007

Donny and I have been better about making love this week. He wants to try to have a baby. He still hasn't made me climax. That's kind of sad, I guess.

I always climax with Clint and the guys he has had me do. I mean there haven't been a lot, only four so far, besides Mr. Compton. I know I should feel awful, and I guess I do. But every time I say I'm going to be good, something will happen and Clint will want me to do something, and I just can't say no to him. 

It's almost Christmas. He's going to give me to Mr. Washington on Friday. I'm nervous about that.



Diary of a Young Slut Ch. 03



December 22, 2007

Ohmygawd! Yesterday was so, so incredible.

When I got to work Friday morning, I could see Mr. Washington talking to Donny as I stood there nervously awaiting him in Clint's office. He seemed to be joking about something. It must be strange to know that you're on your way to fuck the wife of the guy you're talking to, but it doesn't seem to faze him at all. God, men are so strange. It makes me laugh. 

Donny had told me in the past that Mr. Washington is always going on about how pretty  and sexy I am and teasing him about him being able to handle such a "hot" woman.  Donny doesn't like him, but he's also just so obviously afraid of him, too. I wonder if he was teasing him then. I remember hoping he would think I'm hot!

In a way, it would have been better if Clint had been here on Friday because maybe I wouldn't have been so nervous, but it's probably better that he wasn't. I wouldn't want him to see me hesitate about anything he has ordered me to do. I just hoped I could do what he wants me to. It was going to be very hard to just stand here while Brooke explains what I've become and what Clint wants Mr. Washington to do.

When Brooke and Mr. Washington came in, it was apparent that she'd explained some of it, because she was telling him that he can do me here in Clint's office or take me home or to a client's place and so on. 

Looking contemptuously at me, she said to Mr. Washington, "Clint asked me to tell you that she's company property, and you can use her any way you wish, but he wants her to come back here thoroughly broken in. He said you'd know what that meant. Clint's going to have the company logo either tattooed or branded on her later this week, I don't know which," she went on rather matter of factly, "and he wants you to make her understand what she is. Clint said you'd know what that means," she added laughing hard. "But anyway, there she is. Enjoy!"

It is still embarrassing to hear myself spoken about as if I were nothing more than company property that needs to be broken in and "tagged." I can't believe I didn't say anything when Brooke suggested branding me above my vagina that first time. All Clint was going to do was tattoo the company logo on my butt and add under it, "Property of CM Enterprises." But I still I really don't think I'll end up with both. That's just insane.  It's Brooke's way of scaring me.

While all this was running crazily through my head, Mr. Washington strolled over to me and began to clutch my breasts.

"Yes, Clint told me last week he wanted me to fuck her, and he informed Temple as well, isn't that so, Honey?"

"Yes," I replied. "He told me that you would be a good experience for me."

He just raised his eyebrows, and ordered me to turn around and bend over. He told me to lift my skirt over my hips, which I immediately did.

"No panties, eh," he said to Brooke.

"Clint doesn't allow her any underclothes," Brooke replied. "No bra, no panties."

"Yes, I've actually noticed the bra part. All of us have, I guess. With jugs like that it's certainly apparent that she doesn't wear a bra, and her ass always looks pretty bare, too.  Not that any of us are objecting," he laughed, squeezing my breast in his massive black hands. "I see she shaves her cunt. That's a nice look. You say she's a good fuck?"

"I don't, but the guys who've fucked her so far say she is. I don't know. Clint says she has a lot to learn still." But the guys all say she never says no to anything they ask her to do. Isn't that right, Temple?" she snickered, turning to me.

"Well, she'll certainly be trainable, then," he observed. "Her husband doesn't know what's going on?" Mr. Washington asked.

"Apparently not," she smirked.

"How many guys have fucked her?"

"Well, I'm not sure. It's hard to keep track. Clint obviously, and I think maybe a dozen or so clients and vendors and I think the tech guy? Clint says you'll the first of the sales staff to fuck her, though. At least as far as he knows," she smiled. "Clint thought you'd be the best choice to do a real good job on her, and I'll bet you will!" she laughed.

"Yes, he told me that, too" Mr. Washington said. "I'm sure we'll find something interesting to do to her."

"After you're finished with her, he's going to have her tattooed with the company logo, and I'm encouraging him to have her branded with those brands we used on the leather briefcases last year. But whatever he decides, when she's prepped, he's going to have a sort of coming out party for her and let the rest of the sales staff fuck her then."

"Hmmm...," Mr. Washington said, inspecting my bottom. "I agree. A brand would be perfect. I'll suggest it to him, too. I wouldn't mind at all being the one to do the branding."

"Oh, you'd be perfect," Brooke went on. "Please do tell him it's a good idea. Then he wouldn't think it's just me. But say over her pussy, too, okay?"

I mean I was just like so upset at what that bitch Brooke had just said, but for some reason I didn't say a thing, and I don't know why. I wasn't so upset about the tattooing.  I was still pretty positive Clint wouldn't ever allow me to be branded, and to tell the truth, the tattoo idea seemed kinda cool really. I do sort of feel like Clint's property now, so it's like something sort of special between us. The tattoo part was okay. I actually wanted that. And like I said, I was sure Clint wouldn't let anyone brand me. That would be just barbaric.

But the other stuff about the other men really made me mad. It wasn't a bit true what she said. Not at all. I mean, besides Clint, only Mr. Compton and four vendors and one other guy have had me. That's only six guys not counting Clint. It's not like a dozen like what Brooke said. I'm not a whore! I'm nineteen, and except for my husband, I've only had nine other guys in my whole life, and that's counting the two policemen, and they shouldn't really count cause they kinda like raped me? 

Even after Mr. Washington does me, that will only be ten. That's sure not a whore! Like lots of nineteen-year-olds have had way, way more than that. I bet most have. Like even some sixteen-year-olds have! 

That Brooke is such a bitch. I bet she's had tons more. She's the whore, not me.

Anyway, that all got interrupted when Mr. Washington grabbed me by the hand and said that he'd take me home and "give me a good fucking" and walked me quickly towards the backdoor.

His hand just completely engulfed mine. I felt so tiny beside him, like a little lamb in the grip of a giant bear. He is a really big black man. I mean really! 

I was worried that my husband might see me leaving, but Mr. Washington sure didn't care. He put his mammoth hands right up under my skirt like he didn't mind who was watching and walked me to the car with my skirt up and his hand right on my bare butt.

I'm much braver about this stuff now, but still, that made me kind of uncomfortable.  Obviously, I sure did not want my husband to see or hear about this, so I pushed his hand away and pulled my skirt down. I probably shouldn't have giggled when he pulled my skirt right back up and put his hand back on my bare bottom, but I did! He really is very, very fearless and confident, I must say. I felt like such a little girl with him. I really had to smile at how aggressive he was. 

Once in the car, he bent over to kiss me. His breath was just horrid and his tongue felt like some huge, disgusting lump of meat probing the back of my throat. That was the first black person I ever kissed, and I did not like it! But I submitted meekly to all of it. If this is what Clint wants, then I want it too, I guess. 

I mean, I've kinda got over being like prejudice and stuff, but it was still kinda creepy to have a colored man kiss me. I did go ahead and let him, though. That's pretty good of me, I think. 

"Clint says you have some special talents, Temple," he said, mumbling into my mouth while he kissed me and caressed the back of my neck. "Ever suck black cock before?" he asked, breathing repulsively in my face.

"Well, yes, just once. When I was a girl," I said softly.

"Like it?"

"I don't know. Maybe. He was very big."

"This big?" he asked, unzipping his pants and displaying himself for me.

I just gulped in amazement. "No, sir," I said timidly, not that big. "I don't know if I can get you in my mouth, Mr. Washington. You're awful big."

"But you'll try, won't you, Honey, cause you want to please Mr. Washington like Clint told you to."

"Yes, sir, I'll try," I said, as he pulled my face down to his colossal sex. 

I began to lick it tentatively. To my horror, it got even bigger as it stiffened to its full size. 

Meanwhile, he had pulled my skirt up over my waist again and had one hand between my legs, expertly fingering my clitoris while the other held my head down. I could already feel that now familiar tingling in my belly as I began to caress Mr. Washington's penis with my fingers and tongue. I started to sense that this could be a very special climax!

"You don't need your hands on my cock, Temple," he said.  "Just work your mouth down on it. You can use your hands to get your blouse off and your tits out," he added, chuckling and pushing my head down hard until the fat head of his huge shaft was fully in my mouth. 

I sucked the head of his cock the way that Clint had shown me, and dutifully unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off my shoulders, letting my breasts tumble into his lap while never removing my mouth from his glistening black sex. He was coarsely squeezing one breast seconds later. The head of his magnificent black genitalia had filled my mouth so completely that I could hardly breathe. 

Even as excited as I was becoming, I was more than a little concerned about sucking him right in the parking lot in daylight. Just before he pulled my head down onto his lap, I had noticed that the dashboard clock read 4:55. I knew that Donny's car was parked only four or five cars away and that he would be walking right past here in about five minutes, and yet here I was trying my best to fit Mr. Washington's massive blackness down my throat. This would be quite a sight for my husband to see. I knew I had to finally say something. 

"Mr. Washington, " I said, finally raising my head and gasping for air. "I adore what you're doing to me and would never ask you to stop, but my husband will be coming by here in like seconds. Would it be okay to move somewhere else?"

"Actually, he's coming right now," he chuckled, starting the big Escalade. "Get your mouth back on my cock!"

As he began to pull slowly out of the space he was in, and as I dutifully bent to accept is colossal penis once more, he suddenly stopped, lowered the window, and started talking to my husband! 

I was like totally petrified! I couldn't believe what he was doing! But it only seemed to excite Mr. Washington more. His left hand pushed my face down viciously onto his bulging sex while his right hand began to probe my vagina more vigorously, crushing my clitoris against my pelvis.

"Donny,' he yelled out, "Come over here." I was absolutely paralyzed. I had no idea why he was calling my husband over to the window of the car. "Tell that sweet little wife of yours hello for me. She's a hot little piece."

"Please, Mr. Washington," I heard Donny reply. "I've asked you not to talk about her that way. She's a good Christian wife."

Mr. Washington just roared. "Donny, my boy, even a good Christian wife needs a good hard fucking occasionally. You doing your job? Maybe you need a little practice. See this," he laughed, and with that he used the hand that was buried in my vagina to lift my rear up in the air and expose it right there in front of my husband! 

"Know what this nice little piece of ass is, Donny boy? This here is a little whore in training, a little company whore, actually. After I get her all properly prepared, Clint's gonna brand and tattoo her, and all of us salesmen, you included, are gonna start using her to sweeten deals," he said, still holding my "ass" in the air. "We're all gonna fuck her next week and I want you to fuck her too. Make a real man out of you!" he laughed uproariously. 

With his other hand, he suddenly pushed down hard on the back of my head and drove the head of his splendid sex to the very back of my throat. I heard him grunt with pleasure.

Here I was with the massive head of Mr. Washington's penis fully in my mouth and my butt lifted high in the air for my husband to inspect. Fortunately, I knew Donny wouldn't recognize it. After all, he had never seen me nude. But it was nevertheless unbelievably frightening. And incredible exciting! 

"I'd let you talk to the whore here, Donny boy, but right now she's got her little white mouth wrapped all around my big black cock," he roared. "I do expect you to fuck her next week, though. Remember that!" he warned commandingly. "Your job gonna depend on it."

"Please, Mr. Washington, that's just an awful sin you know," I heard Donny reply. "You should have respect for women. And I could never, ever be unfaithful to my wife!"

"Donny," I heard Mr. Washington answer, "I can absolutely promise you that you won't be being unfaithful to your wife when you fuck this little whore," he roared with laughter. 

"That is so wrong," was all I heard Donny say as Mr. Washington lifted my bottom even higher in the air, shook it, and drove off laughing outrageously.

I was aflutter with conflicting emotions and sensations. I thought what Mr. Washington said was just so mean and awful, and yet it was also so very, very exciting. He seemed so manly, so unafraid of anything. Here he was holding Donny's wife's body up in the air while she tried to swallow his massive sex, and he wasn't nervous or anything or afraid that Donny might know what he was doing. And my God, to say what he did to him?  Mr. Washington was obviously a very, very confident and powerful man, and that got me just so, so excited. It makes me all quivery just to write it!

As we drove to his apartment, Mr. Washington continued to pump my head up and down on his shaft, and though I tried desperately to get him completely down into my throat, I just couldn't. I came real close, but he was simply way too big. 

He was also shaped differently from any of the other the men I had had in my mouth, except maybe for that black policeman, who was kind of like Mr. Washington, I guess.  Like the policeman, the base of Mr. Washington's penis was much, much wider than the head. I could barely get my hands completely around that part of him.

Anyway, I did the best job I could on him and after maybe fifteen minutes or so, I felt him push down hard on my head and a gush, a torrent really, of his seamen erupt into my mouth. I thought it would never end. Fortunately, the head of his penis was at the very back of my throat so most of it gushed right down my esophagus, because I could have never swallowed all of that gush of semen quickly enough. It must have been like gallons! And even with that flood down my throat, my mouth was still filled to the brim.  I had to swallow really, really quick.

Black semen tastes a lot different from white guys and smells different, too. Did you know that? It's hotter, too. I'm getting to know a lot about t his kinda stuff now.

But anyway, since he seemed finished with me for the time being, I licked him as clean as I could, and we continued the ride to his place. 

I don't remember what he talked about (something about what plans he had for me after I became the official office "whore," I think) because I was just mesmerized by his enormous sex lying drained now and slightly coiled in his lap. I though about how proud he must be to have such manhood and how proud it made me feel that my lips and my body could bring that wonderful magnificence to life so easily! And I knew he would feel so, so proud of me when he entered me and I accepted him entirely. 

He had said something in the drive to his place that he was going to make me a real woman, and I was sure he was right. I knew his size would be difficult, but I was absolutely determined to take him properly and completely. I was just so determined to please him and make Clint proud of me. Every inch of his wonderful blackness would penetrate my white body. God, I was so, so hot by then!!!

I would have to remember to tell him not to ejaculate in my vagina, though. I couldn't forget that! I was definitely ovulating. Donny and I are scheduled to make love tonight and try and make a baby.

When we got to his apartment and parked at the curb, I started to put my blouse back on, but he grabbed it out of my hands and threw it in the back seat. Did he mean for me to walk from the car to his apartment topless? God, he was so manly and confident. I started to pull my skirt down, but he stopped that too. For some reason that just excited me more than I've ever been excited. Like way more. I could feel myself getting completely wet. He was apparently going to walk me into his apartment building practically nude right in front of his neighbors and everyone! And it wasn't even nearly dark yet. 

It made me feel so proud that he wanted to display me this way. I was happy I had decided to wear these five inch heels because they made my breasts bounce and sway in the most provocative way, and I especially liked it when I heard what the three guys sitting on the porch said when Mr. Washington walked me by them. It made me almost giddy to see how proud Mr. Washington felt. I promised myself I would be perfect for him. I frantically wanted him to be able to tell those men how good I had been! It's odd, I know, but I felt no shame whatsoever. Only pride!

I was very surprised to see Mr. Washington's wife there when we entered the apartment.  She just sneered at me and said to her husband, "Don't make a bloody mess in the bedroom with this whore like you did the last one. I just changed the sheets!" And then she mumbled something about white women, but I couldn't catch it. 

Mr. Washington just ignored her (what a bitch!) and once we got to the bedroom, he didn't waste a second. He was already half hard when he lowered his pants, and I instantly knelt to kiss and caress him into his full erection, which took about ten seconds.

He lifted me to my feet and laid me on the bed, pulled my legs up on his shoulders, and because I was so wet, easily pushed the first six or so inches of his magnificence into my body. 

I grew a little apprehensive when I realized that those first six or seven inches had almost completely stuffed me and that there was still considerably more to come. I worried for the first time that I might fail as I had with the colored policeman. The thickest part of his manhood had yet to penetrate me and I knew he was also dangerously close to the bottom of my vagina. Fortunately, Mr. Washington appeared unfazed, and withdrawing only slightly began to renew his assault on my womanhood. Each thick stroke seemed to tear a little, but each stroke brought him delightfully deeper inside of me. But what I dread most did happen. With inches yet to go, he encountered my cervix and stopped.  He was fully two or three inches from total penetration. And then he withdrew. I was embarrassed and humiliated. I just started crying in frustration.

And then Mr. Washington gave me something to cry about when he roughly turned me over on my belly and announced that he'd "try my ass"! 

Positioning me on my knees with my breast pushed down hard onto the bed, he began to slap my ass viciously while he probed my bottom with his penis, slowing spreading it open. The first sharp pain I felt was when the head of his enormous manhood popped into my rectum. The only lubrication he used was what fluid was still clinging to his sex from my very, very wet vagina. 




Diary of a Young Slut Ch. 03



Just the head of his sex pushing into my anal cavity produced a sharp gasp of pain, but the next stroke caused me to involuntarily scream out in agony. Mr. Washington just laughed and said something about white women. His next two or three hard plunges into my "white ass" were so painful that I embarrassingly pleaded with him to stop. I honestly thought I would pass out from the pain. He was huge, and my anal cavity, having been used only that one time by Mr. Compton was small and tight.

"You sure, bitch?" Mr. Washington said menacingly. "You sure you want me to stop?  Clint wants you opened and you've failed with your mouth and with your cunt, Honey.  You want me to tell him you failed with your ass, too? You sure that's what you want me to tell him."

I could see from the mirror on the wall that he had less than half of his penis in me, and the thickest part was yet to come. He was right that I didn't want Clint to think less of me, but what he didn't know was that, in truth, I really didn't want to be embarrassed in front of him. I didn't want him laughing at me and thinking I wasn't a real woman. I didn't want him to think that white women couldn't do what black women could. It was true that my mouth and vagina had failed to accommodate him. I couldn't let this part of my body fail too. The memory of my failure with the policeman came flooding back. 

No, I decided right then, I didn't want him to stop. Where I got the courage I don't know, but I turned my head to him and said, "Fuck my ass, Mr. Washington. Just fuck it harder!" and gritted my teeth and waited for the pain.

I didn't wait long. With a funny little chuckle, he immediately pulled back to the rim of my anus and with one enormous thrust, immersed half of his enormous manhood inside me. On the next stroke, I not only could feel but hear my rectum tear. And the third hard plunge opened me completely. God, this man was so powerful. Four or five strokes later I felt his balls slap against the insides of my thighs, and I knew the entirety of his superb sex was buried fully inside me. Finally!

The pain was almost unbearable, but happily, each succeeding stroke that penetrated my bottom was easier to take than the previous, primarily because blood from his rending of my rectum provided some additional lubrication. Not to say that it didn't hurt, because, like I said, it did. It really, really did. But I could stand it enough now to encourage him, to urge him on. When, after maybe fifteen or twenty vicious strokes I felt his engorged penis erupt inside of me and felt the strength of his ejaculation, I experienced just the warmest sense of pride. I was close now to the woman Clint wanted and the woman Mr. Washington had expected me to be and the woman the policeman never experienced.

"I guess we did make a mess of the sheets," I said coyly, smiling at Mr. Washington after he finished and withdrew. "Your wife is going to be mad at us."

"She'll get over it," he laughed, stretching himself out in the easy chair next to his bed.

His black body gleamed slightly with sweat. I was surprised at his build. He seemed almost fat in his clothes, but naked, as he was now, he was merely big. Large but very solid. And of course my eyes really kept straying to his truly majestic sex, which had done such glorious damage to my young body.

"I'm glad you were able to open me, Mr. Washington," I said shyly.

"You really do want to be a little whore, don't you, Temple," he chuckled, rising and stroking my vagina gently. "Come clean my cock."

"Well, I didn't want to disappoint you completely and I don't want to disappoint Clint when he does what you say he's going to do," I said kneeling in front of him as I began to lick his glistening black cock clean. "Is he really going to do all that stuff to me?"

"You mean what Brooke said?"

"Yes," I replied. "I mean I guess I know he's going to have me tattooed and stuff, and I guess I don't really mind that. But is he really going to have everyone in the office have sex with me?"

"That's the plan, Sweetie," Mr. Washington answered, returning to his chair.

"You were kidding about my husband, though, right?" I asked.

He just winked and smiled at me.

"Mr. Washington," I hesitated. "Can you wife take all of you, you know, like in her vagina?"

He just burst out laughing. "Of course she can, honey. She's a black woman!"

I just started to burn with embarrassment. I was like bright red! He seemed to be implying that I wasn't woman enough to take him, and I suppose he was right. Because I had failed. I can't tell you how much it hurt me to hear him say that I couldn't do what was so easy for his wife.

I didn't say anything for like a minute, maybe even more. And then, taking a deep breath, I said, "Would you please let me try again?"

"You want me to try your cunt again?"

I just nodded.

"Bust it open?"

"Yes, sir, I guess so. If you have to," I murmured.

"You are a fucking hot little slut, aren't you," he laughed.

"I just don't want you to be disappointed in me," I stumblingly said.  

"Well, let's see what you can do then, little white bitch," he laughed.

Grabbing my breasts, he lifted me from my knees and pulled me onto his lap. My body looked so, so small and white enveloped in his massive blackness. My boobs, as I've mentioned, are very naturally large, but because I was ovulating, they were fully a cup size larger, and yet when his hands closed around my breast they engulfed then almost completely. His penis, even relaxed as it was now, seemed nearly as large as my forearm.

"You want me to fuck you again?"

"I would like that, yes, sir,' I answered politely.

Why don't you get back on your knees there and beg me?" he replied, pointing to a spot directly in front of the chair.

I wiggled off of his lap and quickly knelt in front of him. Somewhat tremulously I said, "Would you please have sex with me again, Mr. Washington?"

"I just had sex with you, bitch," he answered somewhat rudely. "Ask me to fuck you in your white cunt. I want to hear you say 'Mr. Washington, will you please make a real woman out of me by doing me the great honor of using your magnificent black cock to completely rip my shallow white cunt open?'"

Now I was really embarrassed. Did he really think that? Was I really that pathetic in bed? I wasn't a real woman?! My body wasn't like "fuckable?" 

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I said as humbly as I could, "Mr. Washington, would you please open my pathetic white cunt with your magnificent black cock and make a woman out of me?"

And then I suddenly saw something truly amazing, and it made me feel tremendously proud. His large cock suddenly began to stir and slightly stiffen, and I realized that my words alone had caused his powerful penis to come to life again. That's what made me so proud. I bent to kiss it slightly, and looked up at him and said pleadingly, "May I?"

He nodded, and I began to lick the length of his gigantic rod, letting the magnificent head of his majestic cock slip into my mouth each time I licked my way to the top. I cannot describe the thrill and pride I felt as his beautiful black manhood began to uncoil.

Before he was fully erect, I managed to pull him completely down my throat. I smiled up at him in complete jubilation. 

When he was fully erect, he told me to mount him there on the chair. I eagerly climbed back onto his lap and began slowly to lower myself on to his blackness. I was so erotically charged, so wet and hot, that he slipped easily and deeply into my desperately willing vagina. I felt that surge of passion and that deep, deep special feeling begin to radiate through my body. I thrust my body up and down and his imposing shaft as hard as I could, hoping to force all of his extraordinary manhood into my tiny white body. 

I was going crazy with desire. I just knew that if I could get him all the way inside me, we both would experience incredible climaxes, and I selfishly wanted mine frantically and recklessly. "Mr. Washington," I moaned, kissing him in a mad frenzy, "open me!" 

Instantly, he lifted me off of his engorged genitalia, and holding me above his head by my breasts, carried me to the bed. In the throes of passion, all I could moan over and over was his name as he dropped me on the bloody sheets and pushed my legs up to my chest. An instant later, I felt his thrilling cock pistoning ferociously in and out of my sopping vagina, pumping hard now up against my cervix. 

"Oh God," I appropriately cried out, because I truly was being "fucked" by a black god. I don't like to use that word, but no other word describes what he was doing to me and what I was feeling.

But he still wasn't all the way in me. I was becoming so frustrated, even angry. "Open me, Mr. Washington, Please, open me," I started to wail. "Don't listen to me if I say to stop!"

He called me a little white whore, and then instantly began a very serious and powerful assault on my cervix. "You sure you want this?" he growled. 

"Open me!" was all I could say. 

I need to be his woman, his complete woman.

It was nearly as painful as his invasion of my anal cavity, but oh so much more thrilling and erotic. Painful though it was, I continued to adjust my body to give him better access and to encourage his penetration. But finally, the pain was too engulfing and I began to beg him to stop.

I was thrashing about in pain and passion, screaming out "Fuck me, fuck me" in one breath, and "Oh God, stop" in another. 

But ever so slowly, his assault began to achieve its goal. Through clouding pain, I could feel my cervix begin to dilate somewhat. That seemed to be all the room he needed. Five or six masterful strokes later, I felt my cervix give way entirely. Instantly, I experienced the incredible sensation of the entire length of his splendid sex slipping easily and deeply into my womb. My body was totally open for him! At last!!

He had impaled me completely! His enormous manhood was fully in my womb. And I was on the edge of the most spectacular climax I could have ever imagined, throwing my head back and forth, screaming out his name, urging him to "fuck me" over and over.

And then he stopped and withdrew!

"Mr. Washington, please. What are you doing? For God's sake, come back in me!" I screamed out in insane fury. "Fuck me, please, fuck me! Please!"

"Didn't you tell me not to cum in your cunt, Honey?" he mocked me.

"Oh God, it's too late for that. Just come back in me. Finish inside me!" I was crazed with passion and desire.

"You want this hot black seed in your little white cunt, eh baby?"

Oh God, no, yes, yes, I don't know. Just come back in me," I pleaded frantically. "Yes, finish inside me. I don't care. Just please fuck me, please!"

I would never have allowed this if I were not completely abandoned, utterly insane with lust, but I was. I was acting like common whore. All I could think of was the exceptional climax that I knew was only a few hard strokes away. I must have it. The consequences no longer mattered. And when he asked me to beg him to plant a black baby in me, I did. Shamelessly. 

As his powerful sex plunged again into my willing and totally open body, I experienced an incomparable sexual elation, and when I felt him spill his gush of hot black seed into my open, fertile womb, I finally experienced the climax that I had spent so long dreaming about. The explosion inside me affected my entire body and the scream that escaped my lips was a pure animal cry of utter and gross gratification. No one, not Clint, not Mr. Compton, none of the other men, had done to me what Mr. Washington had just done.

When I looked down and saw Mr. Washington fully embedded inside me, planting the last of his exotic seed deep, deep inside my womb, I knew I was fully a woman. I just grabbed him by the neck, pulled myself up to his lips and kissed him passionately. I thanked him with all my heart. "You've made me a woman," I whispered feverishly, as I pushed my tongue deep into his mouth. "Finally!"

I loved it that he made me walk downstairs totally nude. I just stared at his wife when I walked past her, cause I just knew that she knew that I was as much a woman as she was!  I had taken every inch of her man inside me, and I was much, much prettier, too. She didn't say a word! I just beamed!

When we walked outside, I just felt so incredibly erotic. My five-inch pumps were once again making my boobs bounce seductively, and I know my ass looked so firm and sexy.  I was so, so glad to be Mr. Washington's hot, sexy white bitch and make him proud. I didn't even care that maybe what the guys were saying as I walked past was maybe a little tiny bit lewd, 'cause Mr. Washington had his arm around me and I felt very desirable and completely protected. 

I knew he was proud of his "bitch," as he called me, and I was oh so, so happy to be his woman. I made him promise to keep me opened, and he said he would. I felt like this was my first time, and it was wonderful. I knew I would always be his bitch.

December 29, 2007

It's taken me over a week to write about Mr. Washington. I just wanted to get it perfect.  I hurt for like three days after he had sex with me, and I was a little nervous that maybe I wouldn't be as good for him the next time, but when he took me the next time, he opened me pretty easily. I mean it still hurt, but not as bad. It was in his office and he didn't take me anally, but he was all the way into my womb by his forth or fifth stroke. And he put so, so much of his sperm in me. My God, I was leaking like the whole day and even when I got home. I just love the way he takes me.

I felt maybe a little bad when Donny made love to me after that first time with Mr. Washington. I wanted to say, no, but he insisted it was the right time to make a baby. I sure hope he's wrong, cause it sure wouldn't be his baby! 

He told me what Mr. Washington had said to him in the car and how disgusted he was by it. I told him I was just astonished that anyone would say or do such a thing. I am such a hypocrite, I know

It's good, too, that Donny's inexperienced. He must have thought all that semen inside me was just my natural juices. 

I guess Clint decided I wouldn't be the "Company Christmas Bonus." Now he says he's having me tattooed tomorrow and "partying" me in the office on New Year's eve. He's going to have "Exclusive Property of CM Enterprises," tattooed on my butt. I know Brooke wants him to brand me, too. I don't know if he will. I hope not. I'm not sure anymore, though. Mr. Washington wants it done, too. Like I said, I don't mind the tattoo part. It kind of makes me proud that Clint wants to own me. Maybe if Mr. Washington is the one to brand me it won't be so bad. Still, I hope it doesn't happen. I do feel like I sort of belong to Mr. Washington more than anyone, though. I mean I know I'm Clint's property and stuff, but Mr. Washington is special.

This afternoon, Mr. Washington is going to "fuck his bitch," as he likes to say. I'm very excited about that. Oh God, I opened so easily for him now, and when he's so, so deep in me, I just can't describe how perfect the feeling is. My climaxes are so violent with him, like I'm shaking for an hour after.

Mr. Washington still says that when the sales guys all do me on New Year's eve, he's going to make Donny fuck me, too. That would be just awful. I wonder what I would do. Weird.