0 comments/ 228755 views/ 40 favorites A Slut is Born By: Littlemissblair I can't believe it. I've been Sarah's roommate for 6 months and never, for one moment, suspected anything different about her. She is the prettiest, sexiest, well-built girl in our dorm. Some things were a little strange with her now that I think about it. Like she always wears skirts, never jeans or slacks. I just thought she liked to show off her long, tanned legs. She also got up every morning at 4 or 5am, took a shower and studied before class. Now, by sheer accident, I've found out why the skirts and early showers. I was to take the red eye special and visit my parents for 3 days. I missed the plane. Arriving back at the dorm I stopped off at bathroom before going to my room. Standing here in the bathroom I can see in the shower by looking into the mirror. There stands beautiful, big-titted Sarah washing the biggest cock I have ever seen. And its hanging from her body. It's in a soft state and still must be 8 inches long. What kind of freak is she, I'm thinking to myself. All the while I couldn't take my eyes away from that huge cock hanging from an almost perfect female body. I slipped out of the bathroom and went back to our room. Sarah doesn't know I missed my plane yet. Won't she be surprised when she walks in. 20 minutes and Sarah returns to the room wearing a bathrobe. She become extremely uneasy when she saw I was back. Probably wondering how she's going to get dressed, I thought. I thought the only way to handle this was to come right out and confront her. "Sarah, I started out. I saw you in the shower half hour ago and I saw your private parts. I'm your roommate and I have a right to know that I'm rooming with a male in an all female dorm. Don't you think I have a right to know?" "Yes you do, Sarah answered hesitantly. But your wrong about the male part. I'm female. My entire body is female as I'm sure you've noticed many times. I also happen to have a male part. I'm a Hermaphrodite and there is nothing I can do about it. That's the way I was born." "You mean you have a vagina too?" I asked quizzically. "Yes I do, she said. Since you now know my secret do you want to see?" "No, no. I don't want to see it." Damn, I thought to myself. Why did I say that. I sure would have liked to see that big cock again. It was fascinating. "I changed my mind, I blurted out. This is something really strange and I probably will never have a chance to see something like this again. I don't mean that your strange but you have to admit its different." I watched as she opened her bathrobe, her big tits falling loose from their restraint. And there it was, the biggest cock I have ever seen. It was absolutely huge. It seems to be getting bigger, I thought to myself. My God, its growing. She must be getting turned on by exposing herself to me. There it stood proudly, all 12 or 13 inches. It looks as big as my arm. "See what you do to me, she said coyly. Every night I watch you run around the room in panties and t-shirt. This thing has been extremely hard to hide living with you but I'm pretty good at it. I watch her move close to me, take my hand and place it on her huge staff. 'Ohhh," I moaned as it quivered to my touch. Now she was putting her lips to mine. I've never kissed a girl before. But the huge cock in my hand makes me oblivious to her advances. Her hand was under my skirt stroking my pussy lips and I knew she could feel my wetness. Her tongue was swirling in my mouth as she lowered me to my back and climbed on top of me. My moans grew louder. My hands never leave her huge, throbbing dick and, to my surprise, I was guiding the head to my cunt. I pulled my panties aside and placed the head against my lips. I felt her push against me and the big head slipped inside. "ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" I cried out as this huge thing filled my hole. My hips moved to meet hers as she began a slow thrusting motion, each stroke driving this huge piece of meat deeper into me. My God, she's teasing me, I moaned to myself. My hips were lifting from the bed trying to suck this throbbing hunk deeper into my womb. "Fuck me Sarah, I screamed. Fuck me. Deeper, deeper. I want it all. Pleaseeeeee." "Do you want it all, slut?" I heard her say. Beg me slut. Slut, Slut. No I'm not a slut, the word burning into me. I always hated that word. I'm not a slut but I want this dick. "Yessssss, pleaseeeee fuck me. I want it all," I kept screaming incoherently. Suddenly she buried the monstrous dick inside me. I have never been so filled. I tightened my pussy lips around it trying to hold it in. "Ugggggghhhhhhhhhhhh," I felt it to my very bottom. The sensation of her large tits mashing against mine pushed me over the edge. I began to cum. My orgasm was so intense I thought I would pass out. "Finger me, you slut," she screamed at me. She grabbed my hand and placed it below the base of her cock. I felt the slimy wet pussy as my fingers easily slipped in. I immediately came again. I didn't want this to ever stop. "I'm going to cum, I heard her scream. Finger meeeeee!" I felt her pussy juice soak my fingers filling my hand fill with her cum. She stiffened again as her dick began to shoot her gooey load into me. I felt the hot liquid filling me setting off the hardest orgasm I have ever had. Waves of pleasure swept over me again and again until I passed out into darkness. When I awoke Sarah was dressed for class. "Are you going to tell anybody about me Slut," she asked. "Or are you going to be a good slut and keep my secret.' "God no, I'm not going to tell anybody," I said. "I'm the only slut I want you to have. I'm the only slut I want you to fuck. I'm the only slut I want you to have sucking your magnificent cock. I'm the only slut I want you to have sucking your pussy. I'm the only slut I want you to have in your life." She smiled knowingly as she went out the door. A Slut Is Born Ok, I don't usually visit porn sites but my husband, Graham, discovered Literotica and we love reading the stories to each other. It gets me so horny that after about 2 or 3 of them I'm practically begging him to fuck my brains out against the computer while I'm stroking my clit. That's what really makes me cum the hardest - having a big stiff cock sliding in and out of my pussy as I'm playing with my swollen little bud. Even just typing these words just now I can feel my panties getting wet. I never used to be such a dirty bitch and even now you'd probably look at me walking down the street and think I was an innocent young thing with my cute little buttock-hugging dresses, deep blue eyes, shoulder-length strawberry-blonde hair and pert boobies (I hardly ever wear a bra). Graham always tells me that the first time he laid eyes on me five years ago, I looked like such an angel that he got a stiffy just thinking how he'd like to debauch me. Well, let me tell you - he really brought out the devil in me that day. I was 18 years old and I'd just moved down from Aberdeen in the North of Scotland to Edinburgh where I was going to be studying at University. I'd taken this summer job in a women's clothes store to help pay the deposit on my flat. It was a beautiful hot day and I was wearing this really pretty blue summer dress that I'd managed to get on discount at the store. It was my break and I'd decided to go down to Princes Street Gardens to eat my packed-lunch, feed the squirrels and do a spot of sun-bathing. I had a blanket laid out on the grass and I was just lying there with my eyes shut, enjoying the heat when this deep voice startled me. "You'd better watch you don't burn," it said. I sat up and blinked, looking into the smouldering eyes of a cute young guy with dark hair. I gave him a shy smile. "I'll be ok. I'm not staying out for long. Got to go back to work soon." "Still, it's better safe than sorry," he said, nodding over at my bag, which was lying open. My bottle of sun-screen was lying near the top. "Oh, I forgot I had that," I said. "Here, let me put some on for you," he said, reaching for the lotion before I could say a word to stop him. So, I just lay back, my stomach tight with excitement, as he smoothed the cool lotion over my face, neck and shoulders. It felt incredible and I think I must've let out a little moan of appreciation, 'cause he laughed and said, "Are you enjoying that?" I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded. He gave me a wicked little grin and squirted some of the cream out across my bare legs. I could feel my cheeks flushing with embarrassment but I didn't do a thing to stop him as he drew apart my knees and knelt on the edge of the blanket, smoothing the lotion round my calves, knees and thighs. His fingers began edging up towards the hem of my dress and I glanced around nervously worried incase anyone was watching. It was mostly tourists and they were all too busy feeding the squirrels and taking photos to pay any attention to us. "I can see your panties," he said, suddenly. I gasped, mortified. "Oh, sorry," I mumbled, closing my knees tight together. He laughed. "Don't be sorry. It's a nice view." He drew them apart again and began smoothing lotion up the insides of my thighs. I could see that he was staring right up under my dress at my mound. "Does this get your pussy wet?" he asked as his fingers edged closer and closer towards my sex. I was so shocked by the question that I didn't even think to lie. "Yes," I said, nodding. "What do you usually do when your pussy's wet?" My cheeks were burning up with embarrassment. "What do you mean?" "I mean, do you do this?" he asked, as his fingers pressed up against my slit, drawing apart my pussy-lips so the soggy material of my panties was drawn up inside. I groaned and writhed on the blanket. 'Sometimes," I whispered. I couldn't believe he was doing this to me in broad daylight right here in the middle of a busy city-centre. Luckily nobody seemed to be looking our way and the people in the traffic behind us couldn't see a thing 'cause of the bushes. "Why don't you do it just now?" he asked, drawing his fingers out from under my dress, all sticky with my pussy juices. He brought them up to my lips and pushed them into my mouth so I could taste my own cunt on them. "I want to watch you fingering yourself," he said. My heart was going like mad and I'd never ever done anything like this before in my life with an audience but he had my slit so slippery with lust that I just couldn't stop myself. I slid my hands up between my legs and pulled the soaking crotch of my panties to the side so I could slide my fingers in and out of my snatch. I felt like such a dirty little bitch and I loved it. As I finger-fucked myself, the guy flicked his thumb over my clit. In less than a minute I was having to stifle my squalls in the palm of my hand as I had the biggest earth-shattering climax I'd ever had in my life so far. Afterwards I just lay there panting and gasping on the blanket as he fondled my breasts through my thin dress. "Oh, shit!" I said. "I'm going to be late back to work." I began frantically packing my stuff away, my legs trembling after that incredible orgasm. I could feel little drops of juice trickling out of my convulsing pussy and running down the insides of my thighs. "What's your name?" asked the guy, grinning as he folded up my blanket for me. I giggled, shocked that we hadn't even bothered to ask each other. "Shauna," I said. "I'm Graham." I was in such a fluster to get back to the shop in time that it wasn't till I was walking through the doorway that I realised I hadn't even thought to get Graham's 'phone number. I couldn't believe I'd been so stupid. After what had just happened in the gardens I couldn't let him go without giving him at least one courtesy fuck. "Are you ok, Lisa?" asked Geena, the prim middle-aged woman I was working beside that day. "You look like you've got a fever brewing." "Just a little bit of sunburn," I lied, smirking to myself. What would she say if she knew I was flushed 'cause I'd just spent the last hour frigging myself off in Princes Street Gardens while a complete stranger tickled my clitty? Someone coughed. "I wonder if you could help. I'm looking for some underwear for my girlfriend." I turned quickly. It was Graham. "Of course, Sir," said Geena. "Just follow me." He shook his head and grinned. "No, I'd like the young lady to help, if you don't mind," he said. "She looks closer to my girlfriend's size." Geena tightened her lips and scurried off behind the counter in the huff. I was so shocked and excited that Graham had found me that I just shrugged at her and followed him through to the lingerie department. I could feel my pussy getting all damp with arousal at the thought of him touching me again. "You never told me you had a girlfriend," I said, trying to act all stern. We were alone together. "I meant you," he laughed, practically dragging me by the hand into one of the changing cubicles. Before I knew it he had my dress pulled down at the front and he was fondling my tits right there in the shop, sucking noisily on my hard nipples. He tore my panties down and slipped his fingers in and out of my sloppy cunt until I was gasping to be fucked. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, wickedly. "I want you to get your big hard cock out," I groaned. "You're such a slut, Shauna," he laughed, his words driving me wild, "a real dirty little bitch." He pulled down his jeans so his huge erection sprang up before me. "And what do you want me to do with this?" he asked. I could feel my cheeks flushing with excitement. "Fuck me with it," I growled. "Stick your dick in my snatch." And that's exactly what he did, pushing me down onto the bench, pulling my trembling knees wide apart, getting down on his knees and sliding his huge fat cock in and out of my slippery pussy. "You're soaking," he whispered. "Look at you, dripping your juice all over your nice dress," he mocked. "What sort of a girl does that make you?" "A dirty little slut," I groaned, digging my fingers into his buttocks as he fucked me hard. "I'm a horny bitch, a filthy whore." "So, what do you want me to do now, dirty little slut?" "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" I squealed, not giving a shit anymore if Geena could hear me. "Pull your big cock out of my snatch and cum on my tits. Squirt your jism in my mouth." He slipped his dick out of my pussy and stroked it hard as I slid my fingers in and out of my sopping wet slit. Within seconds I brought myself to a shuddering, screaming climax as he groaned and squirted thick wads of cum deep into my welcoming throat, spraying it over my tits and dress. I swallowed the creamy jism in my mouth right down like a good girl and smoothed the rest over my flushed titties. I felt like such a slut. After that, Graham buried his mouth between my thighs and licked my snatch till I was gushing all over his face, my screams echoing through the shop. I couldn't do a thing to stop myself. I was so randy I just couldn't stop cumming. Afterwards Grahan got to his feet, wiping his honey-splattered lips and chin with the hem of my dress. "So, are you going to help me choose some sexy panties for my new girlfriend?" he said, laughing. I giggled. "Just pick anything. If she's a dirty bitch like me, I don't think she's going to be wearing them too long." I got sacked from my job that day but I didn't give a shit. Two weeks later we were fucking like bunnies on our Honeymoon in Jamaica. But that's a whole different story. Graham doesn't know I sent this to Literotica. My panties are getting all damp just imagining what'll happen when he reads it. * * * * * Why not vote for this story and maybe I'll send in another one soon? A Slut is Born There I was, one week before the end of high school. Going to college in the fall. Nice car, good family, friends. I had it all. So, what was I doing on my hands and knees in a video booth on the wrong side of town, dressed as a cheerleader with a cock in each hand, one in my ass and one buried in my throat? It had all started a few months ago. I was locked out of my house in the pouring rain, and I went over to our neighbor’s to see if I could hang out with him until my parents got home. He was a cool guy, single, mid 30’s, worked for a software company, and drove a nice car. Had bought me beer behind my parents back once or twice. He’d been over to our house for dinner a few times. My father kind of avoided him but my mother got along with him well. I knocked on the door and when he saw me, he let me in immediately. I stood dripping in the hallway explaining how I hated to bother him but could I hang with him until my parents got home. He cut me off and grabbed a towel and told me to get out of my wet clothes as he hurried upstairs explaining he’d get me something dry to wear. I waited until he disappeared, and stripped quickly drying off my muscular legs. I always felt weird about my body because even as a senior in high school, I had hardly any hair at all on my skin and my pubic hair was almost non-existant. “Get dry, and go into the living room and get yourself a drink to warm up”, he shouted from the bedroom. “Sweet!” I thought to my self and moved into the living room, wrapping the towel around my waist. I went straight for the brandy, and poured a huge glass, gulping it down quickly. It burned and I could feel the warmth spreading through my body. Two more went down quickly and I poured one more. Sitting on the couch I grabbed the remote control and turned the TV on. As the picture came on, I heard moaning and realized I was watching a guy fucking a young girl from behind furiously. In my fuzzy state, I forgot all about Jim upstairs and watched raptly, my attention glued to the screen. The camera angle changed and I could see his cock pumping into her little body. It was HUGE. I had never seen anything like it before and as she screamed for more, I was startled to notice he was in her ass! As she shrieked and moaned, he kept slamming it deep into her, pounding away. I was stunned she could take it all in her tiny frame. The camera angle changed again and I gasped aloud. She had a cock too!! Suddenly I felt very confused as I kept my eyes glued to the screen. From the front she was a gorgeous woman yet her cock was bigger then mine. They rolled over and he grabbed her thighs spreading them wide to display her erect cock as he continued slamming his cock up her ass. I felt my own cock start to get hard when I heard a voice behind me. “Quite a sight, eh?” I spun around to see Jim standing with a pair of sweats and a t-shirt in his hand. “Umm, I didn’t mean, I..uuh…” I stammered the brandy coursing through my head. “Don’t worry, enjoy it, let me get you something else to wear instead” Jim said, turning to go back upstairs. Feeling like I had been let out of jail, I turned my head back to the screen n time to watch the guy pull out of her ass, grab her hair and start to cum all over her face. She moaned as his cum dripped down her cheeks onto her tits and sucked him deeply into her throat lightly gagging. She looked into the camera and smiled, cum dripping down her face and covering her full lips. My hand slid under the towel and rubbed my throbbing cock as the screen darkened. I heard Jim come back downstairs as the next scene on the tape started, embarrassed, I got up and went to him as he held out a pile of clothes for me. “Here you go, I think these will suit you just fine”, he said grinning. He flopped down on the couch and watched the TV as I looked through what he had given me. They were girl’s clothes! A short plaid skirt, white panties, and a white blouse and bra. The bra was padded to make it look like I had tits and there was even white stockings and a garter belt!! He also had handed me a pair of black high heels and a blonde wig. “Uh, good one,” I said smiling nervously, “What happened to the sweats?” I asked. “Those will do, now put them on.” He said. “I assume you’d rather not have me tell your parents you’ve been sneaking my brandy?” Realizing I was caught, I dropped the towel and started to dress in the outfit he had given me. As I started putting everything on, I was amazed to see that my cock was still throbbing and hard. I turned my back to him as I finished, not wanting him to see my hard on. Finally I finished and turned around. CLICK a flash blinded me as he took my picture. He took three or four more as I protested and put up my hands to cover my face. “There, “ he said “ That should do. Now strut over here, honey, I want to see how you look.” Teetering I walked in front of the couch. The nylons encasing my smooth thighs, brushing together did nothing to keep my cock under control as I walked to stand in front of him. I trembled as he leered at me, his eyes moving down my body. “Excellent, now come sit on the couch with me and watch the movie” he said. I moved to the end of the couch opposite him and sat down. “No,” he said, “Next to me.” Thinking of the pictures he had taken I slid down towards him. He put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. “There, isn’t that better?” he said. I could feel my blood pounding in anticipation, hoping this would be the end of it. We watched in silence as he stroked my shoulders. Suddenly I realized his cock was sticking straight up out of his pants and his hand as slowly sliding up and down it. “Now, slut,” he said “Here’s how it’s going to be. I give the orders, you take them. If not I make sure the pictures I took got to everyone in this city with internet access. Understand?” I nodded slowly, starting to imagine what might be in store for me. His hand moved to the back of my head and pulled my face down into his lap. “Wait, no… I’ve never… hang on” I stammered. “Shut up and suck, you little whore” he growled as his cock head pushed past my lips. I moaned in humiliation as he pushed it into my mouth, trying to keep my teeth away from it. I was not as big as what we had seen on the TV, but it must have been at least 8 inches long, and very thick. I placed my hands against his thighs, trying to push him away but he was too strong for me as his hands forced my head down onto his cock. I could taste it on my tongue as he held my head firmly and started to pump his thick meat in and out of my mouth. I started drooling around it and moaning as he hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag. “Mmmm, that’s it, slut” he moaned “ I knew you’d be a good little piece of ass when I got to you.” Suddenly, he forced my head all the way down, and slammed his cock up into my mouth. His cock forced into my throat and I started to gag again fighting to get some air around the throbbing invader. I pushed at his hips, but he held me firmly. “Mpppgghhhhh…” I moaned, desperately trying to breathe. “Just relax, you little cunt, you’ll get used to it”. He reached down with one hand to slap my ass and my body jerked forward, seating him even more deeply in my throat. He pulled out and I gasped and coughed as he swiftly shoved it all the way back in. For what seemed like hours, he mercilessly fucked my throat, giving me just enough time to gasp for air. After a time I could take it all the way into my mouth without choking and I could feel my nose grind into his pelvic bone with every thrust. He finally pulled out of my mouth. I slumped over to the side exhausted as he grabbed my and swung my body around so my head was hanging over the edge of the couch, and my legs were sticking straight up the back of it. He quickly knelt in front of my head and forced his meat back into my throat. “Mppghhhh… “ I gulped as he pumped it back into my throat. My skirt had fallen to reveal my cock throbbing through my panties and he chuckled softly as he stroked it through the silky underwear. “I was right about you, you little cunt, putting up a fight and loving it like this.” I felt him spread my legs wide and slide his hand up and down from my asshole to the tip of my cock and back sending sparks through my body as his cock fucked my mouth viciously. Suddenly he ripped the panties off my body. “Let’s see what we’ve got here” he laughed. I could feel my face redden as he grasped my cock in one hand and slowly stroked it as he grabbed my balls and pulled on them firmly. Shocks of pleasure zipped through my body as I moaned louder around my mouthful of cock and he chuckled again. He leaned forward and grasped my nylon clad legs under his arms, exposing me completely as I squirmed underneath his weight. His cock drove deeper into my mouth as I gasped for air. My jaw was aching and I felt his tongue pushing against my asshole. He nibbled at hit, his tongue banging against my virgin hole as if he were knocking on a door, eager to be let in. His hands kept pulling on my cock and balls as a new wave of pleasure ran through my body. I shivered and tried to move my tongue against his cock. Without warning, his tongue pushed into my ass and I moaned in lust. I ad never felt like this, so humiliated so horny. All I wanted was more. His tongue fucked in and out of my ass as he pummeled my throat. All I could think about was how good this felt as he slipped his tongue out of my ass. I moaned disappointed, wanting more as he slid a finger into me and wiggled it in and out. My ass clenched onto his finger, wanting it deeper and deeper. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth again. I whimpered as his finger plunged into my ass and then pulled out a final time. He grabbed my limp body and placed me on my hands and knees facing the back of the couch. “Spread ‘em, bitch.” He growled. I cried out in lust and humiliation as I opened my legs, my ass pointing at him, helpless. I knew what was coming and I felt like a bitch in heat as I heard him spitting on my ass. I felt his cock head at my ass and he muttered “This’ll probably hurt a little” as he started to push forward. His hand curled around in front of my face holding a small brown bottle under my nose. “Sniff it.” He said and I inhaled deeply as the pressure of his cock increased. The lust and desperation I had felt before was nothing compared to this!!! As his cock pushed into my virgin ass, I screamed and wiggled my hips, not sure if I wanted him to pull out or give me more. It didn’t matter as he grabbed the back of my neck and forced my head against the back of the couch and continued to rape my ass with his engorged cock. I was whimpering incoherently as his cock slowly slid inch by inch into my tender ass. Finally, I felt his balls slap against my thighs softly. They felt heavy and warm. I felt like his cock was going to come out of my mouth he was so deep in me. “At long last,” he said “Now, hang on.” He pushed the bottle back under my nose, I inhaled deeply as he started to pull his cock out of my ass. “No, please, more” I screamed in my head as he left just the head in and slammed it back into me. I shrieked in pain and pleasure as he began to truly fuck me. My head was spinning as his cock slammed deep into my rectum and forced it’s way back out. I wiggled my hips and slammed my body back at him, trying to get more of it in me. Endlessly his cock slammed into my tight ass forcing more cries and squeals of exstasy from my lips. He held my hips firmly and pounded away at me, treating me like his own personal hole. He kneaded my ass as his cock thrust deep into my bowels again and again. “Who’s little bitch are you?’ He asked grunting as he thrust deep into my ass. “Whaaa….” I moaned, stunned. His cock stopped pistoning in and out of my ass. Punctuating each syllable by slapping my ass he asked “Who’s…little…bitch…are…you?” Understanding, I moaned “Oh god, your, yours, please fuck me, fuck me hard and deep.” I whimpered forcing my hips backwards, tryig to get his cock deep into my ass again. He backed off causing me to moan “Beg for it, whore.” He said cruelly. “Yes anything please fuck my ass!! Fuck it anyway you want. Anytime, anywhere, just please fuck my ass!! I screamed. He plunged it deep into me again, pounding my hole even harder, I knew I was now a slave to his cock. I could feel it stretching my ass wide open as I gripped him and tried to get it deeper and deeper. He grabbed my throat, choking me and pulled me back harder onto his cock. I moaned, loving it as he held the bottle under my nose again. I inhaled deeply and my world exploded as every nerve ending in my tiny ass seemed to envelop his pounding cock. With out warning he pulled out of me and twisted me around onto the floor. He positioned me upside down and pushed my legs back so my knees were on either side of my head. “Open your ass, slut” he said and I reached up and spread my cheeks wide for him whimpering as he drove his cock back into my hungry little hole. He dropped his full weight onto me, driving his cock deeper into my ass as he pulled my balls using them for more leverage. My ass swallowed his cock milking it. “Cum for me, cunt, I want to se you cum.” he said as I reached up to stroke my cock furiously. It was pointing at my face and it only took a few seconds before I cried out and began to shoot my load onto my face. My cum spattered across my face into my open mouth as I moaned feeling his cock swell inside of me. I had never cum so much in my life as I tasted my own load and clenched my ass around hos throbbing cock. With a shout he pulled out and just as I finished cumming , he knelt on the backs of my legs, pinning me down and forced his cock back into my mouth. I could taste his precum and my ass on it as he drove it into my throat. He pulled out and grunted loudly as he started to shoot onto my face. “Eat it slut, get it all” he muttered as he shot jet after jet of sticky hot cum into my mouth. It ran down my cheeks, into my hair I swallowed what I could get moaning as he continued to use my mouth as his cum hole. I lay there, exhausted as he took a few more pictures of me. My ass open and fucked raw, my face dripping with both his and my own cum. He chuckled and called me “Daddy’s little slut”. Now, take a shower. Your clothes should be done in the dryer and be back next Saturday, 9PM. Tell your parents we’re watching the game, and don’t be late” he said. I knew I’d be there at 8:30. To be continued? Your comments will decide. A Slut is Born "I want you to suck my balls." I was at the movies with my brother's friend, Josh. There had been some kind of agreement between them and my brother told me I had to go out with him tonight. He even said he'd drive me over to the movies so our parents wouldn't know. I was too excited about getting to sneak out to a drive-in movie and maybe drink a little or smoke some pot that hadn't been suspicious. He walked me to Josh's car and here I was. "I want you to suck my balls." Josh leaned over and whispered to me again, breath making my ear damp, arm around my shoulders. He undid his top jeans button with one hand and unzipped himself, arm holding me so I couldn't move or even think of moving. He pushed his pants down. "I want you to suck my balls." I'd never heard anything but gentle urgings before during half-assed hand jobs. I was more interested than shocked. I started at his half erect cock as he held it in one hand, stroking it a little under the head with his fingertips. He pushed me down and I involuntarily slid down on the front bench seat, he pulled his cock out of the way and his nuts sat there, a little larger than walnuts in the brief flashes of light from the movie screen. "Suck." I let my head be buried as he parted his legs, adjusting himself into a more reclined position. I licked, tentatively seeing what he tasted like, and then sort of suck kissed. It was sloppy, I was kind of surprised he hadn't even tried to talk me into it. Usually I at least got told I was beautiful. "Go on." I licked towards his cock and then back to his balls. The fuzz of his thighs brushed my forehead and chin, he gathered my hair and held it in a fist. I slobbered more than anything, unsure of what to do. I reached for his cock. "No. Just the balls. Suck them." He jacked off into my hair while I sucked his sack, tasting a little soap and his scent. I was wet, I ached, I was turned on to the point of distraction. He pushed my hand away when I tried to touch him. It was only a few minutes before he came in my hair, rubbing his cock against my cheek, and I sat up. "Let me see your titties." He didn't wait for a response, he just pulled up my shirt, hands searching. He tore off my bra and pawed, pinched and kneaded handfuls of my tits, pushing me back in the seat. He pulled at my jeans without unbuttoning them, just tugging them down below my ass and sticking two fingers roughly in my pussy. There was a knock at the window and he glanced at the dashboard clock. I thought it was the cops, for some stupid reason. I tried to pull my pants up and just got tangled. Josh reached over me and rolled down the window. "That couldn't have been more than five minutes." He said, I pulled my clothes together, it was my brother at the window. "Twenty minutes, twenty bucks. Unless you've got more, she's going home tonight." He reached through the window and unlocked the door to open it. I barely had my shirt on when he grabbed me by the arm and hauled me out, walking me back to his car. I was still confused, but it's not like I was making straight A's and topping the honor roll as I retook my junior year. Even though I was 18 it still made me the oldest in the class. "Aaron, what's he talking about?" "Nothing." He unlocked the passenger side door and I got in, he started the car and we were on our way home. I turned on the radio, Jessica Simpson (my favorite), and he turned it off. "When we get in the house, be really quiet. Just go to bed." I was squirming in my seat, still feeling Josh's hands as they'd tugged down my jeans. I was so turned on, I was going to get off with my hairbrush. He turned off the lights and coasted into the driveway, carefully shutting his door and going around the back of the house. He slept on the second floor so he started climbing the tree, I opened the kitchen door, quietly, and made it halfway through the living room before the light clicked on. "Young Lady, you better have the excuse of a lifetime." My step-Dad in his sweatpants and pajama t-shirt grabbed my arm and held it higher than my shoulder as he walked me into my bedroom, pushing me towards the bed. He was red-faced and really pissed off, but something distracted him, he sniffed his hand and then touched my hair. "You slut." He said it in a snake whisper, pushing my closet open and picking out a thin black belt. I only got one knee up on my bed to make a dash for the bathroom before the first smack of the doubled leather hit my ass, I yelped. I started crying because sometimes that worked, "Daaaaaddddyyyy. Nnooooooo." The second one hissed in the air before it landed, making me jump, but he'd already reached me and held my down by the shoulder. "Whore. It's a good thing your mother isn't home to see this." He yanked at my pants, half turning me over, pulling them down and dropping the belt to give me a few staccato open-handed slaps on the face for struggling. "You're grounded from now until you graduate. You're never leaving the fucking house again." I blushed dark red as he yanked my wet panties down, smacking my ass and keeping me down with one wrist brought up behind my back. My shoulder hurt more than the spanking, it was the same one I used to get for being too loud or wetting my pants. He was an old man and he was getting tired. Maybe he realized I was close to laughing at him. He ordered me up off the bed, I covered myself while he sat down and bent me over his lap. He picked up the belt and forced my arm down, behind my neck to keep me still. That's when it got serious. He laid in with the first few slaps with renewed anger, I knew I'd have welts now. I sobbed, bawled, it was no act now. "Slut. Stupid slut." He kept saying it, over and over, but his voice lost it's edge and he dropped the belt and caressed my ass. I couldn't look at him, he still had a vicious grip on my wrist. I could feel his hardness pressing against my sternum, I hadn't noticed when I was squirming to avoid the blows. He had his hand on my ass now, between my legs but not touching my pussy so much as wiggling me back and forth on his lap while he rocked his hips. He gave a single old man moan, rocking me to the point it was just my breasts he rubbed against because my knees were almost on the floor. I felt the wetness come through my t-shirt onto my bare chest. He let go of my wrist and pushed me off onto the carpet, not looking at me as he left the room. I pulled off the shirt and threw it in the trash. I needed a shower, I was still preoccupied with how much my ass hurt. I looked at it in the full length mirror while I toweled off, there were purple spots and a few nicks. I couldn't even touch it, it still hurt so bad. "Jesus, he really gave it to you." I jumped, my brother scared the living shit out of me. I wrapped myself in the towel, he was sitting at my desk. He pointed to the clothes he laid out on my bed, random slutty stuff, he didn't even pay attention to the fact he had chosen garters and panty hose. "Get the fuck out of here, asshole, are you trying to get me in trouble again?" He got up and listened at the door, then whispered. "There's a party tonight, Mack and Tommy will be there. Don't you want to go?" "I already got caught once tonight, I'm grounded." "You're right, you're already grounded so this'll be your last chance before Mama gets home to sneak out. Even Joyce is going to be there, you know she'll be all over Tommy if you aren't around." He didn't make a little bit of sense. "I'll go if you tell me what the money was about." "What money?" He said, innocently. "The twenty bucks earlier." "That was just a bet, on NASCAR. Get your whipped ass dressed and get out to car, you've got five minutes." He climbed out the window and I heard him walking softly across the brick patio. He'd picked out a tube top that didn't even match the leather skirt he'd found in the bottom of my closet. I decided to wear the top with plaid print skirt I'd gotten a week or two earlier. It was way too short to wear to school. I ignored how much my ass hurt and found some stockings for the garter belt. Maybe Tommy would be there. Maybe Josh hadn't told anyone I'd sucked his balls yet. My last chance to get laid before Summer school started. Maybe the skirt wasn't too short and it wouldn't reveal my bruised ass. The party was at a trailer a half hour out of town, there were cars parked all over the yard and trash everywhere. There was a keg and a grill, the party was really going and music blared out the front door into the small crowd around a crappy hot tub. Aaron told me to follow me into the house, he wanted me to meet someone. As we got closer I realized everyone there was older, there weren't many--if any--high schoolers. The guys all looked like college students and some older townies. Some of the girls wore sorority shirts but most of them looked like waitresses. Aaron plowed through to the back bedroom, you know how they are, it was nearly empty--just a few guys and a mattress. There was a girl sucking a guy's cock while they watched and one guy taped it. I didn't realize my brother knew any of these guys, I'd never seen them before. "Okay, here she is." He pushed me towards the guys and turned away to hand cash to a guy with black hair. Black hair spoke, "At thirty bucks you should be able to pay off the rest of your debt." Aaron hushed him, "Go easy on her." Black hair shoved him towards another frat type and said, "What the fuck do you care?" I felt someone come up behind me, he pulled my top down without a pause and grabbed my tit. His hands were hot and dirty, before I knew it I was sandwiched between too and one pushed a bottle up to my lips. "Drink it, bitch." I choked on it, hard liquor, as the other one pulled my skirt up and slid his fingers into my panties. The girl was gone then, so was Aaron, and the light was off. The second guy kept making me drink and I got dizzy as the first guy pushed me down onto the mattress. "Teach her a lesson, Rod." "Look at her red ass, looks like she already got taught a lesson tonight." Rod laughed. "Look, she likes it." I was on all fours, he was rubbing his cock against my pussy, and it did feel good. It felt really good, he pushed himself in a little at a time. "God she's tight. How old is she?" He said. Someone answered "Who cares, fuck her." I looked back over my shoulder and the light from the camera shined in my eyes. Another guy was already in front of me, holding his cock and rubbing the head against my lips, he was putting a condom on and the other guy pressed the bottle to my lips again. Maybe it was some kind of whiskey. It made my head ache. His cock was in me, hard, I could hear myself moaning like it was from a distance. I could feel the pleasure, the hands all over me and the cock in my mouth as I tried to catch up enough with time to suck it. It tasted like lubricant, chemical, I couldn't see anything. Maybe I wouldn't have been able to see anything even the light had been on. The shuddering orgasm found me in my maze, I tried to talk but my lips felt heavy and rubbery. I just sucked at the next cock, smaller this time as another guy slapped my ass and shoved his thumb into my butt and asked me if I liked that, bitch. Time sped up, it seemed, I kept losing track of what was going on. I heard laughing and I could feel the warmth of cum on my face and taste it in my mouth. I tried to walk but I kept falling down. Someone pushed me, more laughing. I heard a girls voice and a hand in my hair guided my head. I was pushed between her legs and she moaned, fakely, and I could smell her pussy and taste it as she ground my lips against hers. She pulled me up and kissed me, deep tongue in my mouth and pinched my nipple hard enough to make me cry. She squatted over my face and pissed. I could feel the cold grass on my back down and I could tell my tears from her urine. When I could see again I saw cold blue sky overhead. An older, well dressed man kneeled by me and was looking at me. "Yeah, she's coming around." I wondered if I was going to go to a hospital. I couldn't remember where I was, but I hurt. I even wondered if I'd been in a car accident. He poked between my legs, cold stiff fingers prodding me as he rolled me over. "How'd you say you got her?" He said. Black hair mumbled "Some guy owed me, so do you want her or not?" "You say she's go no where to go home to?" "Her brother said he saw his father trying to fuck her, hell, he pimped her." "So they'll think she ran away?" "Yeah." "Five hundred, wrap her in something and put her in my trunk." He counted out cash over my body, Black hair wrapped me in a moving blanket and I was thankful for the warmth of the trunk and the cloth that felt so soft. I would wake up in a dog cage in a garage, the new pet of Max. Look for Chapter 2, coming soon. A Slut Is Born This story is set sixteen years ago before I was married. I was living on the south coast (of England) and had moved in with a boyfriend. Looking back it wasn't a case of 'being in love', more like 'being in lust'. I thought Robin was beautiful! He had the most perfect muscular body and wonderful facial features. It was a pleasure just to look at him, especially when having sex. And we had a lot of sex! Robin had a sexual appetite that matched my own, so there wasn't much that we didn't try - every position, everywhere. But as the months passed and, as we'd tried it all, it was difficult to see where we were heading. I suppose this was about the time I realised that he was a good shag but not so hot intellectually - and sometimes, it's nice to talk as well. His apartment was part of a converted old house. The living room was at the centre with all of the other rooms leading off. There were two bedrooms, a bathroom and a kitchen. You'll see why I have mentioned this later in the story. One day Robin told me that two of his home town friends were coming to stay for four nights. This sounded okay to me. I thought it would be nice for Robin to catch up on all of the news and gossip. His two friends arrived on a Wednesday evening. They were also two good looking guys full of chat and laughter. I stayed up with them until about midnight and then went to bed. I was sure there were things they wanted to talk about without me present. I went to the bathroom and then to bed. I slipped, as usual, naked into bed and fell asleep. After, I don't know how long, I sensed a noise and opened my eyes blearily. The bedroom door was open and the three guys were looking in at me. The bed covers were around my waist so my breasts were exposed. I heard a giggle and one of them said, "Great tits." I was soon sleeping again and the next morning I wondered if I had been dreaming about what had happened. "Wishful thinking," I laughed to myself, "I've never fucked three guys." On the Thursday I got home in the evening and 'my' three men were sitting on the settee watching a porn movie and making the appropriate comments about the sluts performing. They wanted me to watch as well but I said I would get some food for us all instead. They were quite hyped up as we ate and the three of them decided to go to the local pub. I wasn't invited. At about eleven o'clock I went to bed, with the door shut! I was quite drowsy when Robin slid into bed next to me and straight away started feeling my tits. I could feel his erection solid on my skin. I was quite happy to fuck, and moved my head down to suck on his cock first. I noticed the door was open again, but presumed his two friends had also gone to bed. I kicked the covers off completely and got into a doggie position and felt Robin's penis against my pussy entrance. He pushed right into me and I gasped with pleasure, we were certainly good together. He started to fuck me quite hard and I opened my eyes and saw shadows in the living room. "Strewth," I thought to myself, "They can hear us and most likely see us slightly as well." For some reason this turned me on even more and I straightaway orgasmed while Robin was still pounding into me. His balls and tummy were slapping against my bottom noisily and I groaned out as I felt Robin start to cum. His hot spunk ejaculated deep inside my cunt. I was still turned on and, as he pulled out of me, I massaged my swollen clitoris and brought myself to another noisy orgasm. "Who's a greedy girl then?" Robin said quite loudly and I felt sure I heard a suppressed laugh from the living room. I didn't see the two guys, John and Stuart, again until Friday evening when I got home from work. Again, along with Robin, they were watching a porn video. On the screen several men were fucking one girl and I felt quite sexed up at the thought. I sat down and watched the end of the movie with the guys. Afterwards I felt very horny. Robin said we were all going to a club that evening as it was Friday. I started deciding what to wear. It was, however, decided for me. "Wear the red dress with the thin straps," instructed Robin. "I'm not sure, it's a bit too revealing. I only wear it when there's just the two of us." "Wear it, and no bra," was all he said and walked away. I was a bit surprised by his gruffness. The dress. Well it was nearly a dress! It had a very low scooped top with thin spaghetti straps and was mid thigh length. The material was thin and clingy. As I put it on it clung to my body shape and my nipples showed through and my tits moved and bounced as I walked. I was showing a lot of cleavage. All I had underneath was a silky g-string that barely covered my pubic mound. Talk about sex on legs - I would have fucked myself if I'd have had the time! When John and Stuart finally saw me their eyes were on stalks and my nipples tightened even more. "God, it's good to be looked at and desired," I thought. "You look great," said Robin. "So do you," and I gave him a hug while trying to stop one of the straps from my dress from slipping off my shoulder. We had a taxi to the club and were soon knocking back the drinks. I think I was on Bacardi and Coke, but they seemed stronger than usual. "Drink up," the boys kept saying. The night progressed and we were all getting a bit silly and my head was spinning. Robin and I had a dance and then he told me to dance with the guys. John pulled me onto the dance floor and held me very tight as a slow number was played. My tits were pressed against his chest and his groin kept pushing into me. I realised he was getting a hard-on. I tried to pull back a little but I knew I was getting very aroused. The song finished and it was Stuart's turn to maul me, which he did. His hands kept straying to my bottom and squeezing my buttocks. Once more I could feel an erection forming. I was getting hotter and hotter so they got me another drink. Goodness knows what it was but I felt energised and my mind cleared, though my body was very wobbly and uncertain. At about two o'clock we decided, or rather they decided, that we would go home. The next thing I knew was that I was in a taxi between John and Stuart, my dress showing off my thighs and my straps off my shoulders. I did my best to make myself a bit more respectable, though I was finding it very stimulating being close to three men while wearing very little. We got home and I slumped into a chair while the three men got more drinks and put some music on. I was feeling quite clear headed for some reason, though my body was still a little out of control. "Let's have another dance," said Robin and pulled me up with one hand and pushed me towards John. I had to hang round his neck for support and he seemed to quite like this as my breasts pushed into him. I was feeling strange but knew what was happening. "I know let's have some photos as a souvenir of the good night we've had," Robin suggested. He got his camera and said we'd have a few of me first for John and Stuart to remember me by. I sat on the arm of a chair and the straps of my dress were once more off my shoulders. "Leave them like that," Robin said and he clicked away with his camera. "What about some more cleavage?" Stuart laughed. "Okay," said Robin. He came up to me and pulled downward on my straps. I watched as the dress settled on my hard nipples and then with another tug my tits were free. "Fucking lovely," Stuart mumbled as Robin took another photo. The odd thing was that I was enjoying the attention and loved them looking at my breasts. Robin came over to me again and pulled the straps right down and I unhooked them from my arms. I was now naked to the waist. "Why don't we take the dress off?" I somehow stood up and the dress dropped to the floor. All that remained was my very damp g-string. "Jesus, you were right," said John, "She's a sexy slut alright." Robin took more photos as I held and squeezed my tits together like some porn star. My nipples were sticking out like rubber pipes - they so needed to be sucked. "Have her sitting on the table," someone said. I was almost lifted to a sitting position on the table. I leant back slightly on my arms, my tits pushed out and my legs slightly apart. "What a fucking slut." I loved being called that. "Spread your legs," instructed Robin. So I did. My pussy was almost throbbing under my tiny g-string. "You don't really need this on do you?" Robin didn't wait for an answer and took the sides of my g-string and pulled them down. I lifted my bottom so that he could remove my g-string entirely. I then realised that all I had on were my high heels. The three guys were standing close looking at my cunt, so I spread my legs even more so they could see how wet I was. I touched myself and moaned as a sexy sensation shot through my hot body. "Who's first?" "Oh my God," I realised, "They are all going to fuck me." Stuart had his cock in his hand and I could see the pre-cum glistening on the head. It was rock hard and sticking out. He moved towards me while I stayed sitting on the table. He stood between my open legs and bent his penis downwards towards my pussy. I felt I should say, no, but I didn't. "Push it in." I was so wet and slippery that as the head of his cock pushed at my vaginal opening there was no resistance. He kept pressing inwards until he was in up to the hilt. I wrapped my legs around his buttocks and he started to fuck me. "Just come in me, I'm on the Pill. Fuck me hard." He didn't last long and soon his cock was pumping into me as I orgasmed as well. I now just wanted sex. All of whatever inhibitions I still had had disappeared. "Now you John, come on." I almost pushed Stuart out of the way. John's cock was bigger, much to my delight, and as he came to me it bounced against his tummy. I spread my legs and pulled open my cunt lips. "Fill me up. Get that cock in my cunt." He thrust into me hard and I took it all panting and moaning as he did so. He gave me his full length over and over, pulling almost out before plunging in deep again. I was in heaven and then I could feel his cock swell as he was about to cum. I wanted to feel the spurts deep inside but he pulled out and shot over my cunt and tummy instead. His thick cream stuck to my skin and slowly moved downwards making a glorious mess. I put my fingers into it and scooped up what I could to taste. I was still on fire. "Robin, now you please." "No", he answered, "Get cleaned up in the bathroom and then we'll all go in the bedroom." Like a zombie I did what he said and tottered in my high heels to the bathroom. Once inside I washed myself as good as I was capable and wondered what would happen next. Could I really take being fucked all night by three healthy young men? I was a little unsure but when I touched my nipples and clit I knew I wanted to at least try. "Fuck,! You're a slut," I told myself. Cleaned and refreshed, still in my high heels, I made my way to the bedroom where three nude men were waiting. I stood looking at them. "Come here and lie down." They had obviously decided what was going to happen. John lay next to me and was pumping his cock with his hand making it erect and hard. "Now sit on him. Get his cock in your cunt and then be still." I rolled over, struggled to a kneeling position and held John's penis while I lowered myself onto him. I was still well lubricated and once he was fully inside my pussy I sat still and enjoyed the fullness. My clit was rubbing into his pubic hair and I knew I'd cum quickly. "Now lean forward." Naively I did so and felt a hand on my anus. A finger was pushing into my bottom. "Oh God no, not that." "It's okay I've lubricated you," said Robin. I couldn't run away so I lay still while Stuart pushed his cock against my rosebud. At first it hurt but, as I relaxed my anal muscles, I felt his cock enter me and it felt okay - not wonderful but acceptable. I gasped as Stuart finally pushed fully into me and I lay sort of slumped forward over John's chest. There I was completely filled, my cunt and back passage throbbing very gently as the three of us lay still. I felt sure the two guys could feel each others cocks through the thin layer of flesh separating them. I'd always wondered how this would feel and now I knew. Robin wasn't finished with me though. He came over to me and told me to suck on his cock. I moved my head slightly and turned to meet his erection. It was dark red, the veins standing out and pre-cum was running out of his small slit. His penis looked almost frightening but somehow I opened my mouth and felt the taste of his juices on my tongue. "Don't move guys," Robin ordered, "I want to cum in her mouth first and then you can fuck her however you want." I started breathing heavy, my heart pounding. I knew I was being used like some whore but I started to slurp on the cock in my mouth, while my cunt felt like it was on fire. Robin fucked my mouth, his penis almost choking me. My saliva was running down my chin as I tried to take as much of him as possible. And then he came. Great floods of spunk pumped onto my tongue and hit the back of my throat. I gagged and grunted as Robin released his full load. I did my best to swallow but there was too much and cream oozed and frothed out of my mouth. As it did so I felt tears also running down my cheeks. Finally Robin was finished with me and wiped his cock in my hair. For some reason he seemed determined to humiliate and degrade me. As he moved away the cocks started to move in my cunt and arse. It was like nothing I had experienced before. I felt I would split apart as they pushed in and out of me in unison. And then my body took over. Like some rag doll being shaken, my upper body flopped about, my tits bouncing up and down and then I knew I was about to orgasm. I felt scared by the uncontrollable pulsations deep in my vagina. "No, no," I cried, tears still pouring down my face, "Oh fuck … Oh God … No, no, no … no more …" And then my body shook with an almighty orgasm as I felt John shooting his load into my cunt followed by spurts deep in my bottom. My whole body was reacting by itself and I felt the heat burning inside me, my juices flooding from me like some raging torrent. All of me was running with spunk, tears, sweat, saliva and my female musky juices. I felt that even my nipples were leaking, but that was probably only my imagination. "What a fucking slut she is." The cocks were pulled out of me and I rolled over onto the mattress curling up like a baby. Then I must have fallen asleep. In the morning I awoke and was thrusting my tits upwards. I opened my eyes and saw that John and Stuart were each sucking on one of my nipples. Robin was sitting naked on a chair by the wall. "Good, she's awake at last." Before I knew what was happening Stuart was on top of me, pushing my legs apart and was fucking me. Though half asleep my body responded and I was wrapping my legs around his waist. I shuddered to a climax and Stuart came inside me. He rolled off and John climbed on, his cock solid and he thrust into me while biting and sucking on my tits. He fucked me hard and pulled out when he ejaculated and pumped his jism over my tummy. John removed himself and Robin walked over to me, penis in hand and sprayed his cum over my chest and face. He then looked at me, "We're going out soon, we'll be back at about six this evening. Have something ready for our dinner." The three of them left the room laughing and joking and I listened as they went to the bathroom and got dressed. "We're off," was the shout and the door to the apartment slammed shut. I lay still to make sure they had gone and struggled to my feet. Once in the bathroom I looked at myself, shocked at how I looked. I started to cry. I showered and saw my swollen cunt lips and the bruises and scratches on my tits. I didn't hesitate in what to do next. I dressed, packed two suitcases, with as much of my belongings as possible, and made my way to the station. I caught a train to London and then a taxi to my parents house. I didn't tell mum and dad what had happened, just that I had decided to return home for a while. The rest is history. I went into my father's business, built up one side of his trade and turned this into a separate, successful company. I became a respected business woman. The strange thing is, the night I first returned home I went to bed early but couldn't sleep. All that had happened kept going over and over in my head but, instead of being disgusted with myself, I was getting turned on. I was soon finger fucking myself to a huge orgasm. And that has been the story since. I'm now a respectable, married businesswomen but at times I have to let go and become a filthy slut or an exhibitionist - or perhaps I've simply got a good sexual appetite! A Slut is Born This is an open letter, of sorts, to my husband. I have mixed feelings, right now, about whether he ever reads it. The best-case scenario, and my preference, is that he reads it, forgives me my confusion, and allows me to explore this side of my personality until I make a determination of my inclinations. That won't happen. The absolute worst-case is that he reads it, is hurt beyond belief, calls me a lot of nasty names, and files for divorce. Either way, the die appears to be cast. * Gary, I'm a slut. Or, at least, that's what I've been led to believe, and, God knows, I believe it. I feel like a slut. I think about sex with people I don't know all the time: the guy in the elevator, the pizza delivery boy, Ben, from next door. Pretty much any man, or, lately, men. Pairs of men. Groups of men. Sometimes, men and women. But, I'm getting ahead of myself, Gary. I need; I really need; to tell you how this all started. You know me. We've been married six years. In spite of my not being able to bear children, I've had no great expectations in our sex life. It's been good; and sometimes, absolutely wonderful, like that vacation we took two years ago to Colorado. Those days and nights outside, making love in the woods and by the river, have been the wildest times of my life, and I really never dreamed of more. Until lately. Until your father. Dan. I'm sure you'll hate him, when and if you ever read this. Myself, I'm not sure how I feel about him. Sometimes I blame him for everything I've become, but I know, if he came over today, I'd allow him to do whatever he wanted with me. Actually, correction: I WANT him to come over, and do those things. I need the excitement; the guilty pleasure he gives to me. I'm calling him, now. * * * Not there. Good. I guess. Question mark. Now I've got that itch all over again; not that it ever goes away. God, I'm pathetic! Okay. Back to the confession, I guess. Gary, do you remember that business trip you took to Monterey a few months ago? You asked Dan to come by and check on me. You were so concerned about leaving me alone for three days. You didn't want me to be lonely. I wasn't. True to his word, he did come by, that evening. He brought an invitation to dinner, and a bottle of wine, for later. We went out to Carlo's, as I told you. After a nice dinner, we danced. It was nice; very romantic, in a way, considering I was out with my father. I felt, at some point, his erection against my leg, and I was startled, but I actually began to fantasize, at that point. Then we came home. We ended up sitting on the sofa, watching some lame sci-fi movie on TV, and he poured us wine. I don't drink; you know that, but I asked for another glass, and then a third. Maybe I was inviting it, I don't know, but when he put his arm around my shoulder I nestled into him as if he were you. He kissed my neck and whispered into my ear. "Everything okay?" he asked, and I answered, "It is, now." He kissed my cheek. Gary, I turned to him as he did, and his lips dragged across my cheek and onto my lips. We kissed for a long moment, then he pulled me closer, and I put my hand on his chest, and then his shoulder. Then around his neck, and I pulled him tighter. My lips opened, and his tongue touched mine. They touched a lot for the next few minutes, tasting each other and caressing, then pressing against one another more forcefully. Our need for one another quickly built, and before too many minutes I found myself being lowered onto my back and his hand going up under my blouse toward my breast. I didn't fight it, and when it slid up under the cup of my bra I arched my back. You can guess the rest. I didn't help, but I allowed him to undress me. He took a long time, pausing to look at me often, and commenting on how beautiful I was. He used the word "ravishing" a lot, and now that I think of it, it seems funny. I thought he was ravishing me, but he made it sound like I was the ravishing one! At any rate, once my blouse and bra were on the floor, he reached behind me to unzip my skirt. Gary, I rolled my hips to allow him to do that. I wanted him so badly, at that point, that if you had walked in on us, I probably wouldn't have let him stop! Once my skirt was off, he stood up to undress, since my attempts to pull his shirt off were completely ineffective to that point. He knew I wouldn't take the opportunity to rethink things. In fact, I spread my legs as I watched him, and began to stroke myself through my panties, getting more and more excited. He smiled, knowing my need, and urged me on. "That's it, Tori," he whispered. "Make yourself wet for me." I closed my eyes and played as he finished undressing, almost afraid to look at him again. I knew he was watching me. It only got me hotter. By the time I felt his hands on my thighs and the weight of his body on the couch cushions, I was almost there. He lowered his head to my pussy as I opened my eyes, and covered me with his mouth, panties and all. Within seconds I exploded onto his tongue, and he licked me through my entire orgasm. Gary, it was the most complete sexual experience I've ever had. I know it hurts to read this, but I literally blacked out for a few seconds. It scared him, but when I came around I pulled him onto me, and I told him I wanted more. I wanted him inside me; wanted his big dick splitting me open. He actually ripped my panties off me! I looked down, watching his cock as he did. He was throbbing for me, the head of that beast a fiery red with desire. When he entered me I cried out. I was so needy; so sexually stimulated that I literally cried out for him to fuck me. He did. His hips drove into me, and I felt his entire length and width against the walls of my pussy. His balls felt like huge sacks of heat as they slapped against my ass, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him to me. I noticed that I still had my high-heels on, and it made it seem all the more exciting. It was forbidden, this giving of myself to my husband's father. It was unthinkable, but I did it, and I loved it. * * * Later, after my third orgasm, we lay together. He spoke softly, but his words held the weight of the world. He told me, Gary, that he had always known the way I was, since the first time you introduced me to him. He told me that I had an inborn passion for sex; that I was receptive. He told me I was a slut. I didn't like that. My voice got higher as I pushed him off me and cursed him. How dare he? How dare he call me that name, after using my body as he did? I sat on the edge of the sofa and cried, and he stood, watching me. "It's true," he said. "I've turned you." I looked angrily at him, and his hand touched my shoulder. "You know it's true," he insisted, and I pulled away, furious. Gary, he grabbed me by the shoulders, and pushed me back against the couch cushions. He bent over me and kissed me again, and though I tried to resist at first, I ended up opening my mouth and letting his tongue tease me, once again. Suddenly, I couldn't get enough of him. I reached for his waist and pulled him to me. He grabbed my arms and held my wrists over my head, proving his dominance. When he arched his back and thrust his cock at me, I opened my mouth again. I took him inside my mouth and slid my lips down the slippery length of his cock. The aroma of our combined fluids was like some sexy perfume in my nostrils, and the taste was heavenly. I felt him at the back of my throat, and I swallowed as he forced himself forward. He slipped past my uvula. I only gagged once, then he was buried in me. He held me there for the longest time, until I began to choke for air. Only then did he release me. I coughed once, deeply, leaning forward on the couch. I thought I was going to retch. When it passed, I reached for his cock again. I wanted it between my lips, sliding into my throat. I wanted to smell our cum as I licked him clean. I needed him to make me feel like the unfaithful tramp that I was; the concubine of his son. The slut. Your dad did things to me all that night. These were things that I would have sworn I'd never submit to, Gary. He seemed bent on cementing my new persona. Though he never actually forced me, I submitted to whatever his mind could conceive for me. No matter how depraved it seemed to me once, I allowed it; and I loved it. I think about those things we did, writing this, and I'm oozing wetness onto the chair as I do. I can still taste the strings of cum he laid across my face that night, and I lick my lips involuntarily. I can still feel the heat of his entry into my ass as I lay bound and gagged across our dining room table, and I ache for it again. By morning, I was well on my way to being a slut. I remember laying, still dressed only in those blue pumps, with my legs spread apart and my hands teasing my nipples, watching him leave, and begging him for more. He laughed, and promised to be back that night. He was, and the next night, too. * * * By that third day; the day you were to arrive home, I was in full heat. Dan urged me to satisfy my cravings, however I could. He told me to dress sexily, and picked out an outfit for me. I tried to get him to fuck me again, but he said he couldn't. He had to leave. I went to the mall. I figured there were lots of horny guys there, and I could get fucked in one of the exits, or in a stockroom somewhere. I really didn't care. I was crazy with lust. I walked the entire length of the mall, but there wasn't even anybody worth trying to hook up with, so I drove to that little bar on 81. It was almost deserted, but I met two guys there. I flirted a little and they bought me a few drinks, but I didn't drink them. I knew you'd be home soon, and I didn't want to be drunk. I made them dance with me; first one, and then the other. The older one, a guy named Craig, eventually got up his courage and started to kiss me, and I took it from there. I pulled him across the little dance floor until my back was against the pool table, and I lay down across it with my legs spread. With my short skirt, they could see my panties, and my wetness. The bartender warned us about making a scene, but I just looked over at him, and he knew. He went to lock the door. Craig didn't waste any time. He pushed my skirt up around my hips and yanked my panties off my legs. I saw the other two guys approach on either side, but I was concentrating on Craig. He dropped his jeans around his ankles, and I waited. His dick was already hard, and he slid right into me. The other two laughed as he began to fuck me. They called me a cumslut. Gary, I fucked three men that day, and it wasn't enough. That's why I was so anxious to get you home, and why I went so crazy on you. Just knowing that I had the residue of three other men in me when I went down on you, was so hot! I can't shake this madness in me. I don't know where it'll end, but until then, I hope you can understand, somehow. This is who I am. A Slut Is Born I've always had a magnetic attraction to slender pointy hi-heel stilettos since way back when. And then these wonderful sensual sexy feelings between my thighs every time I see a young lady strutting and teetering around on these fabulously erotic pointy heels. It all started in the 1950s era. The era "par excellence" for these gorgeous shoes that did so much to excite me but also to trouble me. At first I couldn't understand these wonderful sensations at all. All I knew was, that it must be "sinful" to have such sensations in such a deeply intimate part of one's anatomy. "Sinful?" Perhaps. "Sinful," certainly according to the hypocritical mores of that time. But OH how intensely agreeable... My dick obviously has other uses than that as a conduit for evacuating the yellow fluid for which my body has no further use - the delights of masturbation for example - and when this wonderful creamy substance comes gushing forth on reaching an appropriate state of excitement, it is usually provoked by the souvenirs of these sexy young ladies strutting their stuff provocatively, as they teeter around, perched on their magnificently pointy heels. One day I found myself alone in the house for a reason that I no longer remember. It was rather a large house and my elder sister and I shared the use of one the bathrooms. She tended to have untidy habits and had taken to leaving her stockings and suspenders lying around on the bathroom floor. There they were again - dark brown coffee colored stockings and a rather nice white lace suspender belt. Only this time she had left a pair of her stilettos with them!! White they were, the heel not that high - around four inches perhaps. But very slender and very pointy. The front part of the shoes were very fine too, very slender and terminated in a fine point just beyond where the toes would stop. What a temptation and one that I just couldn't resist!! I bolted the door as a precaution and then, trembling all over, I stripped myself naked. With feverishly trembling hands I now proceeded to my very first try-out of these incredibly sensual items of sublime lingerie and those sensationally exciting stilettos. And what a sensation it was too!! The softness of the nylon caressing my sensitive smooth feminine skin. The feeling through those nylons as I rubbed my legs together crossing them, then uncrossing them, then caressing them with my still trembling hands. And now for that moment of pure magic as I daintily slipped my narrow feet into those sexy pointy stilettos. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm OH - oooohhh WOW - Did it FEEL so SO good!!! - I pranced around the bathroom like a horny-whore bitch on heat. And what's more I WAS on heat!!! - Horny-whore heat!! I preened myself in front of the mirror and I could see how excited my dick had become. For it was no longer a dick anymore, but a fully erect ramrod rampant rock-hard she-cock. And oh WOW, was I excited to see it like that and to FEEL its white-hot whore-heat burning in my hands. I was in seventh heaven. Or more likely, according to the suffocating hypocritical mores of the time, at the gates of HELL. And OH girl was I excited at being there!!! I strutted round the room like a street-whore slut, jacking myself off like crazy as I watched my prancing preening antics in the mirror. Of course it wasn't long before I gushed fountains after fountains of hot spunky sperm all over the place and finally I sank to the floor in complete exhaustion and sublime ecstasy... I lay there on the floor like that for a while and then lying on my back I raised my gorgeous feminine nylon stocking legs in the air, crossing them and uncrossing them, rubbing the points of the heels along the side of each shoe. Once more my she-cock stood to attention and so I started to jack her off all over again in a state of frenzied excitement, and once again, fountains of spunky sperm nectar shot into the air only to CUM back down again spattering my smooth skinned sensually feminine body and my face. And for the first time in my life I was able to find out what my sperm tasted like - And was it good - Mmmmmmmmmmmm - Yummeeee... So that was the beginning of my long journey towards Tgirl hood if I can put it like that. A journey that has been long and often emotionally painful, often wracked with guilt. But the guilt's all over now - I am what I am. Carole is too strong for me. She has to live and I'm so happy to be able to let her live and share her with other Tgirls and Ggirls of like-mind here, who may be reading my true story of how a slut is born... A Slut is Born Kelly was stretching on the living room floor of her small apartment. It was late at night and she was recovering from another exhausting day of rehearsals. Like most ballet dancers, she was doing what she loved, even though it meant working strenuous hours with low pay. All her life she dreamed of being a famous dancer, performing in front of large crowds. It was something instilled in her growing up watching her mother's success as a Broadway actress. Since her move to New York City, her dream eventually came true. At the age of 25, Kelly was talented enough to be featured in a number of ballet productions in the city. She was tall, slender, with long brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Her body moved with grace and she always garnered rave reviews for her performances. Every night she counted her blessings in the ultra competitive field of dancing. But she was still looking for that big break which would make her a star. *** Kelly was covered in sweat like all of the other dancers. Rehearsal for a new show had finally ended for the evening, and everyone was making their way off stage while wiping themselves with a towel. She was drinking her bottled water when the director came on stage to tap her on the shoulder. "Do you have a minute?" the director asked. "There's someone here who's interested in meeting you." "A new fan already?" she playfully quipped. He smiled, "Something like that. A friend of mine was watching in the auditorium and he's very impressed by you. His name is James Cromwell. I'm sure you've heard of him." Kelly's eyes lit up. "James Thomas Cromwell? You've got to be kidding me. The James Thomas Cromwell? I've been a huge fan of his movies ever since I was a teen." "Well as it just so happens, he's scouting for a dancer in his upcoming play. He asked me if he can watch a rehearsal and I agreed. Looks like you're his pick. Congratulations Kelly." "Oh my god. You know I'll never forgive you if this is a prank right? I mean, seriously." He smiled. "I'm not that cruel." "Thank you so much. For everything." "You're my best dancer Kelly. I'm sad to see you go, but you were meant to be a star. Good luck." She gave him a big suffocating hug. "I'll never forget all of the opportunities you gave me. Thanks." *** Kelly made her way off the stage in her tight spandex outfit and looked for James in the dark auditorium. She spotted him sitting down several rows back. They smiled at each other and shook hands. Cromwell was a man in his early 50's. He had a strong build with salt & pepper hair. For decades he was known in the entertainment industry for his multi-faceted talent. His rugged good looks made him a famous actor, and he was also a famous writer & director of multiple award winning plays & movies. "It's nice to meet you Kelly," he said. "I can't tell you how long it's been since I've seen a ballet dancer move the way you do. You were magnificent." The young dancer was wide-eyed and star struck. "Thank you Mr. Cromwell. But I'm the one who should be giving the compliments here. My mother and I love your work. We've seen all your movies. She's even called you the best writer/director that's ever lived. Believe it or not, she actually starred in a play that you wrote." "What's her name? I've worked with countless actresses over the years." "Linda McAdams." He smiled, "Yes, I remember her. She was the lead actress in The Dark Passenger's Whisper nearly a decade correct?" "You've got a great memory Mr. Cromwell," she smiled. "Please, call me James. And I remember your mother perfectly. She was an amazing actress and a stunning beauty. What a coincidence that I would find you here. You're every bit as beautiful as she is, and equally as talented from what I can tell so far." "Thanks," Kelly blushed. "So my director said you wanted to see me about something." "Yes, as a matter of fact there's something urgent I'd like to speak with you about. I came here today to see if I could find the right dancer, and you simply blew me away." "Seriously?" she asked, holding back her intense excitement. He nodded. "I'm working on a major stage production that blends dramatic acting with ballet performances. Unfortunately our dancer suffered an injury and had to pull out. Your director is a friend of mine and he was kind enough to let me steal one of his girls. When I saw you on stage today, I knew you were perfect for the part. You're exactly what I had in mind when I wrote the screenplay." "You have no idea how flattering that is to me," she replied sincerely. "You're like an idol to me. The only reason I moved away from my friends and family to come to New York is to perform on Broadway. The idea of even stepping foot on your stage is just mind blowing. God, I feel like I'm going to cry right now." James smiled and wiped a tear from her face. "The part is unique, so I need a unique girl. That could be you. I don't normally hand my scripts to complete strangers, but I trust you. I'm going to give you portions of my script to read tonight. Tomorrow, I want you to come to my studio for a private dress rehearsal. If everything goes well, and I think it will, then you'll be my new leading lady." "I feel as if I'm floating above the ether right now. This can't be real." "But it is real. I have a wonderful feeling about you. The part isn't officially yours yet, but it can be. Time is of the essence and we'll find out tomorrow if you have what it takes to join the big leagues. See you then." *** SECRET GIRL IN THE MIRROR *** Kelly spent the night rereading every line of the script she had been given. It was as incomplete version of the script, but it was enough for her to understand the character she would be playing. The story was entitled, Secret Girl in the Mirror. It was about a woman who was haunted by her mysterious past. The script was filled with pain & agony for the leading female actress. At night she would have strange dreams and visions of a masked Dancer. That was Kelly's part. She would play the secret girl who would dance in the lead character's visions, ultimately coming to life at the end. It was a very supernatural story. As a fan of science fiction & scary stories, Kelly couldn't have been more thrilled with the part. Reading Cromwell's story was an absolute dream come true. Her heart was overjoyed at the idea of being a part of something so spectacular. Her mind was overcome with the idea of being a big star. This was going to be her breakout role. Kelly then picked up the phone and called her mother: "Hello," Linda answered. "Hey mom. Did you finish dinner already?" "You know I like to eat early. I made myself a small sandwich. And you?" "I ate a crappy chicken salad as usual." "I can never understand how you can force yourself to eat that every night. A young woman your age should be eating more nutrients to be healthy." "It keeps me skinny," Kelly replied. "I suppose. The pressure of being a stage performing is daunting, but you don't need me to tell you that. So what's on your mind this evening? I'm sure you didn't call to talk about chicken salad." "Guess what I'm holding in my hand," she said playfully. "The small vibrating object I found in your bathroom the last time I visited your apartment?" "Mom! Jeez, I told you that was a gift from a friend. I threw it away after you left." "Sure you did." "Seriously though, I'm holding the script for James Cromwell's new play," Kelly said happily. "At least part of the script anyway. He gave me several scenes to read and I'll be playing a dancer who appears in a girl's dreams. It's very cool." "You were cast in his play?" "Yeah...well...not just yet. He wants me to audition for him tomorrow. But the part is practically mine if I do well. Everything is short notice. But he clearly likes me a lot." Linda paused on other line. "Oh...." "What's the matter? You don't sound too thrilled." "I am thrilled that you have such a great opportunity," her mother replied. "I just want you to be careful, that's all. The entertainment business is filled with sharks and I don't want my little girl getting hurt." "Mom, I know what I'm doing. I'm an adult now and I can take care of myself." "I know that. But I have a lot of experience in this business and I know the pitfalls. I've seen so many talented young women fall victim to sleazy men. It's a real travesty." "Trust me, I'm used to dealing with sleazy men," Kelly replied. "There are plenty of creepy guys in New York. I'm used to fighting them off." "This is different." "Are saying that James is sleazy? I hate asking this, but has he ever...you know...tried anything on you?" "Just promise me that you won't do anything degrading," her mom said. "I've raised you to be a strong, independent woman. It would break my heart if you did anything you would eventually come to regret." "It's time like these that I'm reminded why you're my best friend," Kelly said proudly. "I appreciate the advice, I really do. But I want you to trust me on this. I would never do anything that's demeaning to myself. You taught me how to be a tough girl." Her mother gave a sigh of relief. "That's comforting to hear. I guess it was silly of me to even bring that up in the first place. You've always been a fighter." "I got that from you." "And I got it from your grandmother," Linda laughed. "Women in our family have always been strong." "I agree. Anyway, I called to let you know the good news. I've got several dance moves in my head that I need to practice before I forget. Then it's off to bed. I have to wake up really early tomorrow." "You'll do fine. I'm so proud of you, and I love you Kelly. Good night." "I love you too mom. Bye." Kelly hung up the phone and put the script down. She stood in front of the mirror and gazed at her refection for a few minutes. When she felt the moment was right, she twirled around her bedroom, barefoot, practicing her ballet dance for the play. *** MAKING A BROADWAY STAR *** Early the next morning. Kelly showed up to the downtown address that James had given her. After a brief elevator ride, she made her way to the large rehearsal studio. James was the only person in the room. "I'm so glad you made it," he smiled. "Some actresses get cold feet and don't bother to show up. This line of work isn't for everyone." James stood up and greeted her. They hugged tightly before letting each other go. "I wouldn't miss this audition for the world." "Fantastic. I'm assuming you've had a chance to read my script last night." "I did," she nodded. "It was so good. I'm incredibly excited to play this part. I mean, the story was very well done. The character of a masked Dancer that appears in those mystic visions was genius writing. The set pieces should be amazing. I also have a lot of ideas about how I would perform the different dance routines..." He cut her off mid-sentence. "I've also done a lot of thinking last night. And I've decided to make some major changes to the story." "So I'm not getting the part?" she asked fearfully. "Please don't tell me you're getting rid of the Dancer in your story. At least let me audition first." "That's not what I'm saying," he smiled. "Watching your dance performance yesterday was absolutely spell bending. I thought about you all night. I woke up at midnight thinking about you. Then I spent a few hours in front of the computer rewriting the script to make your part even bigger." "Really?" "Your part is now equal to the lead actress, which would make you the co-lead of the play. She was furious when I told her this morning, but she eventually calmed down when I threatened to fire her." Kelly put her hands over her heart to show her happiness. "Oh my god. That...That means so much to me. I'm speechless. Thank you so much James." "We can thank each other once the show is a massive success." "I like the sound of that," she said with a wink. "So shall we get started this morning? I'd love to show you some of the ballet routines I've been working on. It's still very rough, but it's a great start." "That's what rehearsals are for, right?" he said with a wink back. "But first, I need to see you dressed in your stage outfit and mask. It's very important to me that we get the right costume first." "Sure. No problem." "Good. The items are on the counter. You can get dressed in the other room." Kelly walked over to her new attire and admired its beauty. The mask was gold colored and rustic. It looked like it was from ancient times, with large holes for the eyes and mouth. The outfit looked equally as beautiful, with dark fabric and intricate designs. When she picked up the outfit, she noticed how revealing it was. "Excuse me," she said to him, holding up the attire. "This is a little skimpy don't you think? There's no way I can fit into that. I'll need something bigger from the wardrobe department." "But you haven't worn it yet." "I know, but it's obviously very revealing in the front and back. Am I supposed to wear something underneath this?" He smiled, "I apologize for any misunderstanding, but the Dancer is topless throughout the play. It makes the story more erotic. Maybe I'm getting confused with all of the rewrites I've done, but I thought this was clear in the version of the script you read?" Kelly's heart and stomach sank. She tried her hardest not to show her displeasure. She wanted to act as professional as possible around the famous James Cromwell. "No, that wasn't in the script I got. Is there any way I can keep my clothes on? I don't see how being topless in front of thousands of people is going to help the story." "It does help the story," he replied strongly. "Underneath the darkness and horror, Secret Girl in the Mirror is also a coming-of-age story which features many sexual themes. Again, I apologize if those portions of the story were omitted in your copy of the script." "But..." "Don't forget you'll be wearing a mask," he added. "The audience won't be seeing your face. That should make things easier for you." "There has to be a way to work around this. I really want this part, but..." "But what? You can't do it? Or you won't do it?" "I...I can't...Before I moved to New York, I promised my mother that I would never do any nude scenes if I ever got into acting." He gave her a sharp look. "Kelly, did you know that your mother did nude scenes for the play she did for me?" "No. I was too young too watch back then." "Well she did it. Every night on the set of The Dark Passenger's Whisper, your mother got naked on stage in front of hundreds of people. She even did sexually explicit scenes on stage. That's why it had an adult rating and you weren't allowed to see it." "Oh," she gasped. "I had no idea." "She did it because she's a brave woman. She was a true artist. Just think of how many famous actresses in the movie business have gotten nude on film. Almost every critically acclaimed actress has had the courage to showcase their nude bodies to the entire world. Do you think you're above them?" "No. Of course not. It's just that..." "Then what's the problem? Are you afraid? If you are, just let me know and I'll find another pretty ballet dancer to take your place. They aren't hard to find in this city. Don't waste my time Kelly." "I'll do it," she replied immediately, but with reluctance. "I'll do the nude scenes for this play. I desperately want this part and I'll do whatever it takes to keep it. Give me a chance." James calmed down and gave a reassuring look to the ballet dancer. "I know this is difficult for you. But I also know that you have what it takes to become a real star in this industry, otherwise I wouldn't have picked you." "I understand. And I really do appreciate this opportunity." "Good. Now I want you to get dressed. We only have an hour before I have to meet with the other actors." She quietly picked up her outfit and headed to the other room to change. *** Five minutes later. Kelly nervously entered the rehearsal studio in the small spandex outfit attire. It was skin tight, showcasing her tall & thin figure. She used her forearm to cover her bare breasts, and she held the gold mask in her hand. James looked at the ballet dancer with approval. "Extraordinary," he said to himself. "Better than I could have imagined." "Thank you," she replied with a shy tone. "Put your arm down. I want to see the rest of you." Kelly did as she was told, bringing her arm down to reveal her tiny breasts. She took a deep breath to calm herself down. The cool air in the room caused her pink nipples to harden. "You have your mother's beauty," he said honestly. "In fact, you're even more beautiful than she was." "Thanks." "I know how hard this must be for you. It's always hard the first time. I've worked with so many young actresses over the years, so I can be a bit callous at times. But I really want you to be comfortable." "You're right about this being hard. Not many men have seen my breasts before. Doing this in front of thousands of people is going to be torture. I want this part. I think I can get used to the nudity." "Trust me, you will," he nodded. "You have all the ingredients to be a star. I have faith in you. I've even rewritten the script to give you a few dialogue scenes throughout the play. So you'll be an actress as well." Kelly's eyes lit up and her mood lightened. "Really? I've always wanted to try acting, I just never expected it to happen so soon. I've even taken acting classes." "Forget about those classes. I've already contacted the best acting coach in the city for you. He's a friend of mind and I'll handle all expenses." "I don't know how many times I can keep saying thank you before I start sounding like a broken record," she smiled. "You can thank my by wearing the mask and showing me the dance routine you've been telling me about. I'll play some music and we can get started." Kelly put on the gold mask, and James stepped back to play classical music on the stereo. She immediately went into ballet mode once she heard the music. Her feet tip-toed and she extended her arms. The music was haunting, and so were her body movements. She played the part. She danced to the part. James was mesmerized by her every action. Time passed and she lost herself in the role. She danced with the eyes closed and everything came as a reflex. James suddenly stopped the music, and she stopped dancing. Kelly took off the mask, returning to her normal self. "So what did you think?" she asked. "I thought you were exquisite. Simply amazing," he said with a hint of reservation. "But?" "You were amazing, but, I thought you could have been a little more relaxed. Your routine is just short of perfection." Kelly was slightly taken aback. "Oh, did you have anything in mind? What can I do to make it better?" "The way your body moves is extraordinary. You have some of the best natural talent I've ever seen in my career. But your role needs a sexual undertone to it, and a part of your performance left me feeling a bit cold." "What are you saying?" "Have you had sex recently?" he asked bluntly. "Excuse me?" "You've had sex before, haven't you?" "Sure, I've had boyfriends. Nothing recent though." He nodded. "I thought so. You're a beautiful young woman with powerful needs like everyone else your age. That's the missing ingredient to your performance. You're just short of being flawless." "You aren't telling me to have sex with strangers are you?" A Slut is Born "No, of course not. I need you to focus on rehearsals. But I think there's something else you can do instead." James reached into a nearby drawer and held up a medium sized dildo. "You want me to use that on myself?" "Think of it as a homework assignment," he replied. "I have to meet with the other actors soon, so we're done for today. Take this with you. Use it while you imagine yourself standing in front of the audience with your beautiful little breasts on full display. Think of the exhibitionist rush you will feel as the men and women in the crowd lust after you." Kelly casually took the dildo from his hand and examined it up close. "If that's what it takes for a flawless performance, then I'll do it." He grinned, "Good girl. I knew you were perfect for this part the moment I laid eyes on you. Now go. We'll continue this conversation tomorrow and I'll see if there are any notable improvements in your performance. If not, we'll have to try other things." "Does this mean that I officially have the role?" she asked with exuberance. "You've had the part the moment I laid eyes on you. I just needed to be sure. Congratulations, you're going to be a big star Ms McAdams." Kelly's eyes watered and she gave the director a big hug, pressing her bare breasts against him. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" He patted her on the back. "You can thank me tomorrow. On your way out, my secretary will hand you a freshly printed copy of the entire script, the new version." James kissed the ballet dancer on the forehead and their hug ended. He kindly wiped the tears of joy from her face. "I won't let you down. I promise." "I know you won't," he replied. "I'm going to treat you better than you've ever been treated before. I'm going to show you what it's like to be one of my girls. All you have to do is trust me." Kelly gave him a kiss on the check. "I trust you." *** A QUESTION OF CONTROL *** Later that night. Kelly laid in bed after reading the finished version of the script for the fourth time. She was surprised by how sexual & erotic the content was. It was a breath of fresh air for her. She found herself drawn to the material and excited at the idea of becoming a Broadway star. Then it dawned on her that she would have to appear topless in front of thousands of people, including her friends and family. Being in the spotlight had always made her happy, but she never had this in mind. Exposing her body on stage every night scared her. But the exhibitionist side to her was captivated. She put down the script and looked at the dildo James had given her. It stood up straight near her alarm clock. She picked it up and examined it, wondering if the thought of being partially nude in front of an audience to see could actually turn-her-on. It did. Kelly pulled her pajama bottoms off along with her panties. She rubbed her labia and clitoris enough to get herself wet. When she was aroused enough, she slid the dildo inside of her vagina and began to use it on herself. She imagined herself dancing on stage while classy, well dressed, men & women stared at her hard pink nipples while she performed for them. Everyone was aroused looking at her body while she danced. Her friends and family were in the audience, looking on in shock and disgust, but she didn't care anymore. It was her newfound exhibitionist fantasy. Her phone suddenly rang and she was pulled back to reality. She pulled the dildo out of her body and checked the phone to see that her mother was calling. "Hey mom," she answered, trying to hide her deep breaths. "Hello. I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time." "Oh no. I was just...reading the script." "I'm glad to know that you're still such a hard worker," her mother said playfully. "But of course, I never expected anything less from you." "What can I say? This is a dream come true for me." "That's why I called. I wanted to apologize for last night. I know I came across as a nagging mother when I should have been more encouraging. I'll always be supportive of you." "Come to think of it, you did have that nagging mother tone last night," Kelly joked. "Very funny." "In all seriousness, I know what you meant mom. There's nothing to apologize for. And I'm super glad you called because I officially got the part. James even rewrote the script to make my part bigger. I'm now the co-headliner. Can you believe it?" "Wow," her mother replied. "You're on a real fast track here. I'm very impressed." "I still can't believe it. James has even given me some speaking parts and he set me up with a world class acting coach." "The surprises just keep on coming. So when does the play start?" "Opening night is two weeks from now. I was a last minute replacement so I'm working my butt off trying to get this right." "You'll do fine. As it just so happens, my schedule is free at that time. Save me a ticket and I'll fly to New York for the premier. I have to see this." "Oh..." Kelly gasped. "I recognize that sound. What's the matter? Do you not want me to come? If you're too busy during that time I can just stay at a hotel, it won't be a problem. I know how stressful premiers can get." "I've agreed to be topless for this play," she said bluntly. "You what?!" Linda gasped. "I'll be topless throughout the play. It's the only way I could have landed that role. James told me you also did nude scenes for him a long time ago, which made the decision easier for me. Please tell me you understand mom." "I understand," she sighed. "I just want to make sure you know what you're getting into. I want you to be careful, with all of this, with him..." "Is there something you're not telling me about James? You've gotten uneasy talking about him ever since I told you I would be in his play." Linda took a deep breath. "When I was first cast in The Dark Passenger's Whisper, I began to hear rumors. Other actresses who had worked with him started warning me about how aggressive he could become, but I didn't care. The only thing on my mind was my acting career." "Oh god, please don't tell me he raped you," Kelly said frantically. "Relax, it's nothing like that. He used to get me alone in his rehearsal studio so he could ask me inappropriate questions. One thing led to another, and I began doing favors for him. I'm not proud of it, but I did it for the sake of my career." "So you slept with him?" "Not exactly," Linda replied. "Oral sex?" "That's really none of your business Kelly," she said her authoritative motherly tone. "The point is, you're a beautiful young woman and I'm sure he's eventually going to try something with you. That's why I was apprehensive when you said you were going to be involved in his new production." Kelly paused for a moment. "You're right about him. He's asked me to do sexual things and I did it. I wish I could lie to you about that, but we've always been honest with each other." "So you and James are..." "No, I'm not sleeping with him. He wanted me to masturbate so I can tell him about it tomorrow." "Which explains why you were breathing heavy when you answered the phone," her mom replied. "Sorry. I know I promised you that I wouldn't do anything degrading to myself, but I really want this part. I want it more than anything." "I was in your position before. This is something that many actresses have experienced. It's horrible, but it's a scary part of the business we're in." "So you understand my situation," Kelly replied. "My instinct as a mother is to fly over there and drag you away from him. But we both know that's unrealistic. My parents nearly disowned me for pursuing my dreams as an actress. So I'll only be wasting my breath. We both know that." "What are you saying?" "I'm saying, follow your heart. James is a creep. Plain and simple. I know he's eventually going to try and take advantage of you. I'm begging you to stay away from him, but it's your decision. I know how much this means to you." Kelly thought to herself. "Thanks mom. You're the best. You're always there when I need you, and I can always count on you for advice." "So are you leaving the play?" "I love you mom. I've made my decision and you'll find out what it is soon enough." "I love you too Kelly. Please, be safe, and don't do anything you could come to regret." They said their 'goodbyes' for the night and the conversation ended. Kelly once again picked up the dildo and looked at it. This time, it was covered in her vaginal fluids. 'Now where was I?' she asked herself. *** APPRECIATION & GRATITUDE *** The next morning. Kelly stood in the rehearsal studio wearing the gold mask and the revealing dance attire with her breasts exposed. James played the music on the stereo and she began to perform her dance routine with ease. Her body had found its comfort zone in front of him. Every movement of her body moved effortlessly to the moody & atmospheric music in the background. After the music ended, James turned off the stereo and applauded. "Bravo," he said while clapping. "Simply flawless. That was the performance I was expecting from you. You were perfect." Kelly took off her gold mask and smiled proudly. "Thanks James. Your script is really what inspired me. Plus I followed your advice last night." "I can tell. You moved like a woman who's in touch with her sexuality, which is exactly what I'm looking for." "Whatever it takes." "Are you actually ready to do whatever it takes?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. "If you are, I can take you as high as you want to go. With my connections and your talent, you can be the biggest star Broadway has ever seen. Are you interested in movies? I can make that happen as well. I have the connections to make all of your dreams come true." Kelly's eyes lit up, but she tried her best to hide her excitement. She knew her answer was an astounding 'yes,' but all she could think about was her mother's words. "I...I'm interested." "Interested in what?" "I'm interested in becoming a star. I'll do whatever it takes." He smiled, "Good. I'm glad to hear it. And as it just so happens, I spent last night re-imagining certain aspects of the story to make it even stronger. I've spoken with your acting coach and he agrees with me." "So what's the change?" "Take off your outfit," he said with a commanding voice. "I want you totally naked." "What? Why?" "It makes the theatrical play more visually appealing. Your acting coach and I have agreed on this. We want you naked on stage wearing the mask as you dance for the crowd." Kelly's heart nearly stopped. "Please don't make me do that. I'm begging you." "I don't want you to beg me. I want you to show your appreciation. You appreciate this golden opportunity don't you?" "Yes," she whispered. "Then show me." Kelly looked away from him, and she lifted her hands to pull off the shoulder straps to her ballerina outfit. She slid it down to her waist, and then down to her feet, leaving her completely naked. She stood straight up while James admired her bare body, while she continued to look away from him. "You are a vision of beauty," he said, looking her over. "One of the best I've ever seen." "Thank you." His eyes continued roaming her skinny physique. He noticed how thin she was, and he noted the long legs she had. His eyes looked at her toned stomach and the small patch of pubic hair. "You'll have to do something about that hair Kelly. I'll need you cleanly shaven for each performance." "Fine." "Good. Now I want you to show me your gratitude. A pretty girl like you must know what a man expects." "Please," she said, pleading with him. "Don't make me do this." "I rescued you from obscurity and now you're on the verge of stardom. This is a rare opportunity I'm giving you. Now show me..." James pressed his hands on Kelly's shoulders, and she took the cue and dropped to her knees. Once there she immediately went to work unzipping his pants. Performing oral sex was never a preference of hers, but that's what it took to keep James happy. His cock was already hard by the time she freed it. Her hands massaged it and his cock became even more erect. Kelly stared at it for a moment, realizing that she was about to become 'one of those girls' who she had always despised. She realized that she was about to become 'one of those girls' who would use her sexuality to achieve success. But as far as she was concerned, no one would know. This would be her secret. She leaned forward, opened her lips, and took it inside of her mouth. It was the first time she had ever performed a sexual act on a guy that she wasn't in a relationship with. But in her mind, it was worth it to keep James happy. Her lips were tightly sealed around the skin of his cock, and her suction was air tight. She continued bobbing as fast as she could. Her hands continued stroking his shaft, and she knew from past boyfriends that men liked their balls played with, so she did that as well. The sooner it was over, the better it was for her. "Look at yourself in the mirror," he said. "I want you to watch yourself." James used his hand to slightly turn Kelly's head towards the direction of the large mirror. His cock was still inside of her mouth. Kelly watched herself in the mirror as she continued to suck. She saw James fully dressed standing, and she saw herself naked, on her knees, being submissive to him. It was an utterly humiliating moment for her, which is exactly what he wanted. She was more humiliated watching herself suck cock than at any point in her life. The only thing that comforted her was that she would get to star in his play and that no one would ever know about her sexual dealings with him. "I'm going to cum," he said. "Put your hands down. Open your mouth." Kelly stopped sucking, she put her hands down, and she stuck her tongue out waiting for him to cum. She hated the taste of cum. James stroked his cock furiously. "Look at me. I want you to look in my eyes." Their eyes met, and that was more than enough to send him over the edge. He came furiously, with all of his cum going straight to her tongue. She felt utterly degraded as he looked down at her, while continuing to orgasm. He stroked until every last drop was gone. "Now swallow it," he said. Kelly swallowed. After a deep gulp, she leaned forward and cleaned the tip of his cock with her wet tongue. "That was amazing," he said. "We're going to get along just fine over the course of your career. I promise you'll be a huge star." "That's all I ever wanted. When I told you I would do anything, I meant it. Just as long as no one ever finds out about this." He smiled, "None of this will ever become public. I give you my word. Now stand up for me. There's one more surprise for you." She stood up, unsure of what he was planning. James took her by the hand and led her to the ballet rail near the mirror. He then grabbed two different pairs of nylon worn for ballet. "I'm going to tie your hands and blindfold you," he said calmly. "Don't be scared." "Why are you doing this?" she asked. "It's all part of the performance. I need you to be as sexually liberated as possible by the time our first show starts. This is for the best. Now relax." Kelly obediently held out her hands as James tied them to the rail bar using the nylon. The last thing she saw was him smiling before he blindfolded her with another pair of nylon. She heard him walk out of the room while she stood there nervously. Her heart pounded in suspense. Then she heard him walk back inside of the room. This time, there were two different pairs of footsteps. James and someone else. "This girl is more beautiful than I expected," a stranger's voice said. "And she's also highly motivated to succeed," James replied. "Kelly is fast learner and I trust she'll be in good hands this morning." "I always know what to do," the stranger said with innuendo. A pair of footsteps came closer and Kelly's heartbeat continued to rise. She was blinded with no idea who was approaching her. A pair of hands touched her body. They made their way through her shoulders, breasts, back, and all over her ass. A mouth began to suck her nipples and all she could do was gasp. Her breasts were fondled roughly and so was her rear end. "I'm really going to enjoy this," the stranger said. "Turn around Kelly." She fearfully did as she was told. She faced where the mirror was, her hands tied, and her eyes covered. "Spread your legs for me." Kelly obliged, spreading her legs. His strong hands spread her ass cheeks apart, and it was clear to her that he was looking at her asshole. She nearly jumped when she felt his tongue licking her tiny little hole. His tongue never stopped and he coated her anus with his saliva. He suddenly stopped and she heard his pants unzip. "I'm a virgin there," she pleaded. "I've never had anything in my anus before." "I'll be gentle. It's only going to hurt for a moment, then you will feel pleasure." Kelly wanted to cry, but she knew it was useless. She could have refused, but she didn't want to lose the amazing role she had been given, so she stayed quiet and braced herself. The hands spread her ass cheeks once again, but this time she felt the large head of a penis press against her anus. As her cheeks were being spread, the stranger pushed, forcing his hard cock inside of her tight little hole. She wanted to yell, but she held it in. The stranger kept on pushing his cock until he made his way inside of her body. He pushed further and he was inside of her rectum. Kelly wanted to scream at that point from the pain of being stretched. "The worst part is almost over. You'll enjoy this soon enough." Kelly held the rail tightly in anticipation of more pain. She was right. A final thrust came and his large cock was shoved up her tight rectum. "Ahhh!!" she yelled. He held his cock still and her body began to adjust to its size. "I'm sorry if I hurt you. It's going to feel better from here. I promise." After a few more moments to let her body adapt, he began to slowly sodomize her. Kelly did her best not to scream or to show that she was in pain. She didn't want to give the stranger the satisfaction of knowing that he was hurting her. All she could do was clench her teeth and squeeze the rail bar as hard as she could. Time moved slowly as she was being sodomized. The pleasure she was promised never came, except only for him. He grunted in pleasure. But she only felt agony. His hands squeezed her hips tightly and he really started fucking her. His grunts became louder and he showed no regard for how she felt. The stranger only cared about his own pleasure. Kelly couldn't hid her feelings anymore and began to yell. Being sodomized took its toll on her virgin asshole. Before long, the stranger began to fuck harder and even more mercilessly. His moans became louder, and suddenly he started to become limp. Kelly felt the man's cum running down her leg. "I really enjoyed that," the stranger said, breathing heavily. "Thank you." He pulled out of her body and she could hear him clean himself with a paper towel. James and the stranger made small talk while they left the room. A few moments later, footsteps returned and she was afraid of who it might be. Her blindfold was being untied and it was James. "It's all over now," he said to her. "Who was that?" she replied, with her eyes filled with tears and her voice trembling. He untied her wrists and she immediately sat down on the floor, with cum still leaking from her anus. A Slut is Born "That was your new acting coach. You'll begin working with him tomorrow morning. Tomorrow evening is when we begin dress rehearsals on stage. You'll meet the entire cast on the Broadway auditorium. So congratulations once again Kelly, you're on your way to stardom." "I...I don't know what to say," she said, fighting back her tears from the traumatic sexual experience. "You don't have to say anything. All you have to do is show up. You did good today. I'm very proud of how you handled this and I'm glad we found each other. This meeting is over now." James bent down kiss her on the head and he left the room. Kelly remained on the studio floor, naked, with the taste of cum still in her mouth, along with cum dripping from her anus. She put her face in her hands and cried. *** EPILOGUE *** Opening night. Famed actress Linda McAdams sat near the front row of the large auditorium as the curtains rose. She watched the opening of the play anxiously. Then finally she saw it: The lights were dimmed and there was artificial fog on stage to create a dark atmosphere. The music was haunting as she watched her daughter enter the stage, completely naked, wearing only a gold mask. There were notable gasps from the audience. Kelly performed a beautiful dance routine with ease and confidence. It was the ballet performance of her life. Secret Girl in the Mirror was a massive success as expected. It was sold out almost every night during its theatrical run. Reviews were rave. The headlines were unanimous: "A Star is Born- Kelly McAdams is sensational!" James fulfilled his promise and made the Kelly the biggest star on Broadway, and eventually turned his sights to Hollywood. Kelly became rich & famous beyond her wildest dreams. She was the most sought after actress in the world, and the icon of her generation. But success came at a price. If James was pursing an A-list actor for a lead role, he made a simple pitch; "If you star in my movie, I'll let you fuck Kelly McAdams as many times as you want." If James needed more funding from a studio executive, he made a simple offer; "I need more money, in exchange, Kelly will be your personal slut for a while. She even does parties." The only thing that mattered to Kelly was being a star, and she succeeded. The End Your votes & comments are appreciated. A Slut is Born Ch. 02 Note: I just want to thank the people who have contacted me about the first part of this story. So many wonderful and positive comments. It made writing the second part much easier. I will endeavor to answer as much of your mail as possible but please be patient. Keep reading, I'll keep writing. ***** The week went by slowly as I digested what Jim had done to me last Saturday. As I walked around school, I found myself looking at people differently, wondering if any of them had ever been treated the way I had. This would always bring the details of what Jim had done to my mind and my cock would immediately start to respond. I had started making sure I always had a book or a coat to hold in front of my crotch, and walked around in almost perpetual shame. The showers after gym were the worst. I would stand there, the hot water running over my body with 20-30 guys I had seen naked for the last year or so, but now it was different. I started noticing their cocks, wondering what it would be like to suck them, feel them fucking me. Usually at this point, I would need to turn the water icy cold and endure it to calm myself down. Even teachers were catching my eye. I caught myself staring at my coach a few times. He was probably in his late 40’s and muscular. Powerful legs and arms, rugged handsome face. At nights I would lay in bed thinking of him holding me down the way Jim had and making me his little bitch too, Saturday morning finally came and I spent the day anxious and restless about seeing Jim again. Did I dare to show up? I mean normal guys my age didn’t do this sort of thing. What was wrong with me? At dinner, I told my parents that Jim had invited me over to watch the game and would that be all right with them. I explained that Jim had said it would be OK if I just slept there when the game was over. My father looked at my mother and Mom sweetly said how nice that was of him and of course I could go over. Couldn’t they see? I felt the shame welling up inside me. Couldn’t they tell their son was being used as an older man’s fuck-toy? Didn’t they care? As these thoughts went through my head, the things Jim had done to me started to pop up as well. Images of his cock forcing it’s way down my throat. I imagined how I must have looked with my ass up in the air as he grabbed my hips and pumped his dick inside my ass. True to form, my cock started to rise and I knew there was no way out. I regretted not being able to get out of this situation, but my body wanted it to happen again and again. After dinner, I goofed of in my room for a while, not wanting contact with anyone. Finally as the clock read 8:55, I knew it was time. I said good night to my folks and walked out the door over to Jim’s house. I knocked on the door and Jim answered promptly. “Ahh, good, you’re here,” he said, “I knew you wouldn’t be late.” He let me in and I started towards the living room. “No, you need to go upstairs to my room an change into the clothes I’ve laid out for you.” He grinned at me, openly leering at me. “There’s a list on the bed of the duties you will be performing tonight.” “Hey, Jim, c’mon, the game’s about to start.” A voice shouted from in the living room. My face reddened. We weren’t alone? “Jim what’s going on? You didn’t say anything about anyone else being here.” I looked into his eyes; they sparkled like he had a great secret. “You just do as your told and everything will work itself out,” he replied, leaning closer to me, he grabbed my ass and pulled me close to him, his mouth by my ear ”Understand, slut?” I could feel my cock start to get hard as I whimpered a “yes” back to him and slowly went up the stairs. In Jim’s room I found the clothes he had laid out for me. I got undressed and put them on. Piece by piece I dressed. A black bra and garter belt with black stockings. Black panties, covered by what looked like a maid’s outfit. Black high heels and a red wig. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. My first thought was “Damn she’s hot!” before I realized that she was me. I certainly did look good, Jim had left some makeup and I applied it as best I could. Some color on my eyes and cheeks, and bright red lipstick. I looked again and couldn’t see me anymore. All I saw was a whore. Tears welled up in my eyes, as my cock throbbed mercilessly. I looked for the list Jim had said I’d find. It read: Serve drinks and food as needed. (Everything is in the kitchen.) Empty ashtrays. Be respectful, and polite. Keep in mind, whore that you are my property, and as such you WILL do whatever you’re told. Embarrass me in front of my friends (FRIENDS??? Plural? How many people were down there, I cringed) and I’ll make you sorry you did. I went downstairs, tears squeezing from my eyes and snuck into the kitchen. Jim was waiting and he looked me over. “Very nice” he said “You’ll get better with the makeup in time. Now turn around and bend over, I want to see that pretty ass.” A fresh batch of shame coursed through me as I did as I was told. His hand grabbed my ass and squeezed it firmly; his finger slid inside my panties and teased my hole. I moaned softly and pushed back against his finger. He pulled away quickly and slapped my ass. “Not yet, slut, not yet.” He laughed at me. Slapping me again he turned to go into the living room, “Get to work, bitch.” He said over his shoulder as the door swung shut behind him. The shame combined with his rejection, was turning to anger now. Hadn’t I done everything he wanted? What the fuck was his problem. He wanted me to be a whore for him and here I was and now he didn’t even want me? I’d show him. I figured I’d spend the evening flirting with his friends and teach him a lesson. I quickly familiarized my self with the kitchen and went out into the living room. It had been rearranged since my last visit. The TV was new, and huge!! A couch in an L shape had been set in front of it and to the side of the TV was some kind of plant hanger. There was no plant in it, but it was big enough to support a tree! Sitting around on the couch was Jim, and three other men. Jim introduced me as “Mary”. Ben was a short man with a jovial face and bald, maybe 50. Stan was pretty much average. Nothing special or notable about him but Charlie was HUGE. 6’5” at least maybe 250 and it looked like it was all muscle. His skin was dark black and his smile showed a row of teeth a dentist would be proud to own. Striking, handsome and intimidating, I felt an immediate liking for him. I took their drink orders and went in the kitchen to get them. Coming back I made sure to bend a little more then needed when I set Ben’s down to give Charlie a good view of my ass. I twirled and spun showing my legs and I knew they could all see the tops of my stockings. I tried to be nice and engage the three friends in conversation, and tried to all but ignore Jim, keeping my communication with him as short as possible. As the game ground on, I continued my ploy. At halftime, the men got up and stretched, using the bathroom and walking around a little. I busied myself emptying ashtrays and clearing empty plates and glasses from the living room. Jim hadn’t told me to, but I assumed that I would be doing the dishes too, so after the living room was clear, I got started. As I washed the glasses and plates, I didn’t even hear the door open, but suddenly I felt a pair of hands reaching around me to grab my nipples. I gasped and tried to turn, but I was held firmly. “Hi Sunshine, Jimmy told me what a great fuck you are, how about giving me a little?” It was Stan. He was obviously a little drunk. “Wait, you don’t understand…” I started but Stan’s hand had already moved down my body and was squeezing my ass through my dress. I struggled to push him away but as “average” as I had thought him to be, he was too strong for me. His hand moved from my nipples to the back of my neck, pushing me forward, bending me over the sink. I tried to break free but his grip was like iron and held me firm. “Oh I understand Slut,” he spat out at me, “Jim told us all about what you are. A little sissy slut who craves cock.” He pulled my panties aside and I could feel his hard cock pushing against my ass. “No please don’t…” I begged but he let go of my hips to guide his cock. His hand held my neck firmly pinned. At last he lined up his cock with my ass and began to push. He had spit on his cock, but it was nowhere near enough lubrication. Still he kept pushing. I could feel it start to slide in when at last; with an almost audible “pop” the head of his cock forced its way into my ass. “Mmmmm , Jim was right you are a tight little slut.” He said. I struggled wildly as he kept sliding it into me. Inch after inch. It was not thick like Jim’s but it felt much longer. Finally I could feel his balls against my thighs. He put his hand around my throat and pulled me up against him. He started to pull out only to slam it back into me again. My body bucked against his as he pumped his long cock deep in and out of my ass. I could feel my cock get hard as I whimpered softly, “Yeah, that’s it you little cunt,” he muttered in my ear “You think you were just gonna’ tease me all night? You’ve been begging for it all night, and now it’s time.” He pushed me back down over the sink and started fucking me harder and deeper. Every time his cock thrust all the way inside me, I rocked forward on my high heels grinding my hard cock against the counter. I moaned louder and grabbed the sides of the sink. He pumped furiously and at last grabbed my hips and slammed his cock deep into my ass. I could feel it throbbing as he started shooting his thick cum deep into me. He grunted and thrust shooting again and again into me. I moaned in lust and humiliation as I felt my ass betraying my body and squeezing his cock. Finally he finished and pulled his cock out of my ass. I felt empty and wanted more but he pulled up his pants, slapped my ass and walked away “Be good and maybe you’ll get more later.” He said as he walked back out into the living room. Again I felt tears in my eyes. I knew I was becoming a slave to cock. I knew if he came back later, I would be his again. A voice called for me to bring out some food. I quickly set up a tray and trying to regain my composure walked back into the living room. The TV was off and all four of them were leering at me openly. I looked back at them and realized that Stan had told them all what had just happened. I shrank back into the kitchen but Jim barked at me to stop. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. “Just back into the kitchen,” I replied, fear creeping into my voice. “Not just yet,” he said “Why don’t you tell us all what you just did in the kitchen?” “What do you mean, I was doing the dishes.” “Don’t you dare lie to me, slut.” Jim thundered. Really scared now, I answered “Well, Stan came in and held me down and fucked me.” “So, you’ll fuck Stan but not the rest of us?” Jim said, “What kind of host would I be if I didn’t let all my friends fuck you?” “But I didn’t, he made me…” I stammered. “And you loved it, didn’t you slut?” Jim cut me off. “No, he made me!!” “So you think he’s a lousy fuck?” Jim accused, “I warned you about embarrassing me didn’t I?” I felt the trap snap shut around me “No I loved it,” shame burning my cheeks, “but I didn’t let him, he made me.” “I think you owe everyone here a piece of that ass of yours, don’t you?” Jim was openly smiling now. He was standing further back then the others who were all leering at my legs. He held his hands up and pantomimed taking a picture, reminding me of the material he was holding over my head. Defeated, I lowered my head and whispered, “Yes.” “What? I didn’t hear that.” Jim said. My head snapped up “Yes.” “Yes what?” Jim said, “Tell us what you mean.” “I think you should all fuck me” I was looking down again and whispering. “You don’t sound very sincere.” Jim replied coldly. “Maybe you should get on your knees and beg for our cocks to convince us you really want them.” “I think you should all fuck me” I looked up at the four men in the room. Humiliated, defeated, I was hoping to find compassion, but they were all smiling enjoying the show. “I still don’t believe you.” Jim said. “If you don’t really want to get fucked, why don’t you just leave?” A reprieve!! I turned and headed for the stairs. “The front door is the other way bitch,” Jim said. “I’m going to get my clothes,” I answered hotly. “You’re wearing all the clothes a little slut needs” he replied. “I can’t leave like this” I was becoming frantic. He grinned evilly “Well, you aren’t leaving with these.” He held up the clothing I had worn to come over. I turned to come back into the room, my head hung in shame. I stood in the middle of them all, looking at the floor, seeing my legs in the shimmering black nylon, the high heels on my feet, reminding me of what kind of position I was in. “I want you all to fuck me.” I whispered. “No, you little cunt, on your knees, and make us believe it.” Jim snapped. I dropped slowly to my knees. My skirt spread around me on the floor. Looking up at them. I licked my lips and asked, “Please, would all of you fuck me? I want all of you. I want you all in my mouth and in my ass.” “Why should we?” Jim asked I knew what he wanted to hear. He just wanted to humiliate me more. I looked up at him “Because I’m a cock craving little sissy slut” My cheeks burning in shame. “You’d better prove it then,” Jim said “Why don’t you crawl around liken a little whore and get all these cocks hard?” I whimpered and got onto my hands and knees. I crawled over to Ben and reached up to unzip his jeans. His cock sprung out, semi erect as I reached up to grasp it. I got up on my knees and opened my mouth. Suddenly he grabbed my wrists and bunched them together in one hand. He held them firmly and grabbed my head with his other hand. He pulled my head forward and guided his cock into my mouth. It was shorter then Stan’s and not as thick as Jim’s. I knew I could take all of it without trouble as he forced it past my tongue and just barley hit the back of my throat. I closed my eyes as he fucked my mouth pushing his cock in and out. The other three gathered closer to watch me suck his cock and began undressing. Ben started pumping my mouth harder and harder as I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. I knew I was a whore now, and they all knew it too. My wrists were released and placed on Stan and Charlie’s cocks. Charlie’s was huge. I pulled my mouth away and turned my head to look at it. It had to be 12 inches long at least and as thick as a soda-can. No way was that going to fit anywhere into me!! My hand couldn’t even reach all the way around it. My eyes gaped and my jaw dropped open in awe. Charlie took my open mouth as an invitation and pushed his hips forward holding the back of my head. My jaw strained to open wide enough as it slid past my lips. Ben grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on his cock. My hands stroked Stan and Ben on autopilot as I focused on the huge piece of meat pushing into my mouth. “That’s it you little whore,” Charlie muttered “eat that black cock.” “MMmmphggggg….” I gagged as he forced it into my mouth. Charlie’s cock pushed deeper into my mouth as he held the back of my head firmly. He hit the back of my throat and I gagged, knowing he would never get it all into my mouth. “Just relax, sugar,” Charlie said, “You’ll get all of it, trust me.” I moaned in humiliation, his cock began to push harder against my throat, I could barley breathe. His hand exerted more and more pressure on the back of my head as I drooled and moaned around his cock. He pulled out and began to push it back in. I gasped for air as he slid it into my mouth slowly. They were all enjoying the sight of their little slut being forced to suck this monster. Helpless to stop them as Charlie assaulted my mouth. He hit the back again and kept pushing harder and harder until at last it slid into my throat. I opened my eyes in surprise that this club of a cock had fit into my throat and saw still another few inches to go. I looked up at Charlie and he was smiling at Jim “Damn, this is the best one yet!!” he exclaimed. Another wave of shame ran through me as I realized again that I was nothing but a piece of meat to these men, and that I wanted their cocks more then anything. “Damn, this little bitch may just take it all.” Charlie stated amazed. He kept pushing his cock into my throat, I couldn’t breathe at all and I began to struggle, choking on his massive dick. The other men held me firmly as Charlie forced the last of it into my mouth I felt like I was going to pass out as I saw spots in front of my eyes. I felt a small amount of pride that I could take this huge cock as Charlie began to pull it out. I gasped and fell to the floor as they released my wrists. I could hear them commenting on the feat I had just achieved. I lay on the floor in a heap trying to catch my breath as they talked quietly for a moment. Finally they lifted me up and carried me over to the plant hanger I had seen earlier. As it turns out it wasn’t for plants, but for me. As they started to strap me into it, I struggled and pleaded with them. ”No wait, I’ll do whatever you want. You don’t have to tie me up. I’ll do what you say!!” I struggled helplessly as they strapped me into the harness, suspending my body in the air. Before I knew it, I was trussed up and suspended my legs spread wide, my arms cuffed to the lines hanging down from the ceiling and my head hanging helplessly upside down. I lifted my head and saw all four of them naked and leering at me. My cock throbbed; I could only guess what they had planned next. They moved forward Ben got between my legs and positioned his cock at my tight little hole. He began to push as Charlie came for my head again and grasping it firmly started to feed me his cock again. My mouth gaped open and I gasped around his thick member as Ben’s cock pushed into my ass. “You like getting fucked by two cocks at once whore?” Ben asked as he rammed his dick into my ass. “Mmppphhgggg..” I groaned around Charlie’s thick cock. My jaw open as wide as could be. Pictures of pythons kept flashing in my head. Ben started fucking my ass slowly as Charlie’s cock again entered my throat. I moaned as Charlie forced inch after inch down my gullet. At last, he had it all in and I gagged around it, my throat constricting around it’s thickness as Charlie moaned. “Best little cock sucker I’ve ever had,” Charlie beamed. Ben was pumping faster and faster now slamming into my ass, and forcing Charlie’s cock deeper into my throat with every thrust. I was writhing against my restraints, my moans muffled by Charlie’s cock as Ben pumped my ass harder and harder. Charlie began to pull his cock out of my mouth and then slammed it back in again. After a few thrusts, he had matched Ben’s pace and the two men were fucking savagely me from both ends. I saw the flashes going off and I knew Jim was taking more pictures. I was beyond caring as the two cocks sawed in and out of my body. Charlie was pulling his meat all the way out of my mouth and then plunging it back in again until balls rested against my face. Charlie pulled out of my mouth and started slapping my face with it. “You want it back slut?” “Yes, please let me have it!! I want to suck your cock!!” I pleaded. “Please fuck my throat!!” Charlie slammed it back into my throat. He forced it all the way in again as the camera in Jim’s hand kept clicking away. Without warning, Ben started to cum up my ass, his cock shooting stream after stream into my tight hole and I moaned louder around Charlie’s cock. Ben moved away and I could feel his cum dripping out of my ass. Stan who smeared Ben’s cum around my hole and violently shoved his cock deep into my ass quickly replaced him. Stan pumped fiercely reaming me like a slut as he grabbed my throbbing cock and used it to pull me harder onto him. A Slut is Born Ch. 02 I could hear something being moved and after a few minutes felt someone sliding underneath me. “Didn’t think I’d get left out did you, bitch?” Jim said in my ear. I could feel him rubbing his cock against my ass as I realized what he was going to try and do. He was going to put his cock in with Stan’s!! I wiggled wildly trying to escape as Charlie held my head firmly and pushed his cock all the way into my throat again. Stan reached down and spread my ass wider for Jim. I was helpless as these three men raped my mouth and ass. Jim lined his cock up against Stan’s and began to push. I could feel my ass stretching and at last the head of Jim’s cock slid into my ass. I screamed around Charlie’s cock, as Jim forced more and more of it into me. You have to understand here, a week ago, I had gotten a few hand jobs from girls at school, and daydreamed a lot, but at my age, my hormones vastly outweighed my knowledge. Jim had raped me last week and awoken something in me that hadn’t fully been explored yet. Now here I was, dressed as a maid, getting my mouth and ass stuffed with three cocks, and even through all the shame and humiliation I felt, loving it. Charlie pulled out of my mouth again and rubbed his cock over my face. He smeared my saliva and his pre-cum over my cheeks as I pleaded with Jim to take his cock out of my ass. “Oh god it’s too much.” I screamed, “Please take it out!! It’ll rip me open!! I can’t take it all!!” “You wanted to get fucked, well now you get truly fucked you, little cunt” Jim replied. “But it’s too…mmpphhggg” I gagged as Charlie shoved his cock back into my throat. I groaned as Jim and Stan stretched my ass and Charlie raped my mouth. At last Jim had his whole cock in my ass nestled next to Stan. Charlie began pumping my throat again and Stan and Jim started to pound their cocks in my ass. They quickly found a rhythm where one would be just barley in and the other buried in my hole constantly fucking in and out of my helpless frame. My cock stood at attention and every thrust made my body shudder in pleasure as I began to buck my hips against the two cocks buried in my ass. “The little bitch really wants it” Stan yelled, “Look at her go.” I felt fresh tears of pain and humiliation coursing down my cheeks as I gobbled Charlie’s thick meat and wiggled my hips to get their cocks deeper into my ass. After what seemed like forever, Jim and Stan pulled out of my ass and Charlie pulled out of my mouth. My body was on fire I wanted so desperately to cum but had no avenue for relief. They released my hands and legs and pulled me onto the floor on my hands and knees. Jim and Stan knelt by my head and took turns thrusting in and out of my mouth, Charlie got behind me and soon I could feel him stuffing his massive cock into me. At this point I was so horny I would’ve let them do anything to me. I took Jim’s cock out of my mouth long enough to moan to Charlie “Fuck me hard!!! Give me that huge cock!!” They all chuckled as Jim grabbed my head again and forced his cock back into my throat. Charlie’s cock had pushed into my stretched ass without too much trouble and he was now forcing it all the way in. I moaned loudly thinking “More, more…” as Jim buried his cock in my throat. Charlie’s thick cock started to fuck me now; hitting nerves no one else had touched. He pummeled my ass as I thrust back at him wanting every inch if it deep in me. I imagined what this would look like if my parents were to see me like this. On my knees like a dog sucking two men’s cocks while another fucked me in the ass and I begged for more. Tears came streaming down my face again Suddenly, Charlie rolled me onto my back. My legs spread for him instantly wanting him back inside me. Jim and Stan knelt by my head, taking turns fucking my mouth as Charlie slammed his cock back into my ass. I whimpered like a dog as they raped my mouth and ass. My cock throbbed and bounced with every thrust of Charlie’s cock pumping deep into my ass. They used mo for what seemed like hours. Finally Charlie pulled out of my ass and lay in his back. The other lifted me and placed me over him straddling his cock. I moaned and ground my ass against it, wanting it inside me again. “You want it, bitch?” Charlie jeered. “Oh god yes” I moaned “Please put it back in me. Fuck me hard with your lovely cock.” “Then put it in yourself, you little whore.” I moaned in humiliation and quickly reached down to grasp it. I guided it into my ass and they all laughed at me. I was beyond caring as I lowered my self onto his thick beautiful cock, feeling it fill my ass again. He reached down and grabbed my hips bouncing me on his cock like a rag-doll pumping it roughly up into my ass. Jim, Stan and Ben stood on front of my and I lunged at their cocks stroking two and sucking one alternating wanting them all inside me at once. “Suck those cocks you little bitch” I was beyond caring who was talking. Finally, Ben grabbed my head and started stroking his cock. He aimed it at my face as I swallowed Stan’s cock and began to shoot his cum all over my face. Stan pulled out and Ben forced his cock back into my mouth as Jim began to shoot on my other cheek. Ben shot a little more in my mouth as Jim coated the rest of my face Stan came next and as Ben backed away, Jim and Stan kept me busy sucking and stroking their cocks as they came in my mouth, and on my cheeks. Charlie kept banging away at my ass pounding his fat cock up me. As Jim and Stan backed away Charlie lifted me off of his cock and stood up. I moved forward submissively knowing he wanted to cum in my mouth. He grabbed my hair and shoved his whole cock down my throat. I moaned and gagged as he told me to jerk myself off. My hands flew to my cock as Charlie throat fucked me violently. Soon, he started to cum down my throat, pumping his hit sperm into my belly. He pulled out and his fantastic cock began to spray my face and open mouth. It was more then I could take, I began to cum, shooting my load up onto my stomach and skirt. My body writhed as Charlie kept cumming on my face and the other men cheered him on. Charlie finished and joined Stan and Ben encouraging Jim as he took picture after picture of me. I lay in a pile crying. Their sperm dribbling off of my face, my own dripping off of my body. I knew something in me had changed and I would never be able to go back to what I once was.