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           Written 07/96 by RC. Comments and suggestions welcomed.

                               Copyright 1996

The Slut
by RC

        At last, it was Friday afternoon. I settled down in a booth at my
regular Friday hangout and waited for Mikki. A beer and a half later, she 
came in and sat down opposite me after giving me a quick kiss.

        "Hi, lover. What's new?� she asked with a smile. I shook my head
and said nothing much. And thus started the small talk.

        We'd been there for maybe half an hour when a woman came in and sat
down at the bar. I stared at her, as did most of the men in the bar. Mikki,
realizing my attention was being drawn from her, turned to see what I was
looking at.

        The woman was a bit older than me, maybe in her early forties. A
short black skirt, low-cut white top, black stockings. Long brown hair. Nice-
sized breasts pressing against the silky material of her top. 

        Most women her age would have looked silly dressed as she was. But 
she didn't look like an older woman trying to be a kid again, she looked like
a sexy forty-year-old woman. It took me a few seconds before I realized
Mikki was talking again.

        "Hmm...?" My eyes went back to her, but my mind was still on the
woman, who was now sipping her drink and looking around the bar leisurely.

        Mikki repeated herself, but it did no good. My eyes were following 
the seam of the woman's stocking as her leg perched on the rail under her 
stool.

        Mikki kicked me in the shins.

        "OUCH!" Startled, I glared at her. She glared back.

        "You getting the hots for older women now?� she asked with a slight
grin. I smiled back, my eyes again roaming in the direction of the woman.

        "Might be. May learn a few things." Mikki kicked me again, laughing.

        And our conversations resumed, with me glancing at the woman every 
now and then. She kept looking around, as if searching for someone, waiting
for someone. She ignored guys, and at least one lady, who approached her.

        After an hour or so, Mikki and I got ready to go. I stood up, looking
in the woman's direction again. She was stepping off her stool and picking up
her purse.

        As Mikki and I headed for the door, we passed the woman. Mikki held
my hand and pulled me along so I wasn't tempted to stop. The woman bumped
into me, and my eyes darted to her in surprise and embarrassment.

        "Sorry", I mumbled, my face burning, as Mikki dragged me outside.
        
        Outside, Mikki laughed.

        "Nice try, ace. But you're with me."

        "Hey, I didn't do that, honest. She bumped into me!" Mikki looked
closely at me. "Honest!"

        "Well...all right. Come on, let's go to your place."

        A voice behind made us pause.

        "Excuse me? Excuse me, I think you dropped this." We turned to find 
the woman behind us, holding my wallet out to me.

        Stunned, I automatically felt my back pocket. Empty. How in the hell
had I lost my wallet? I slowly reached out and took it from her outstretched
hand. I opened it and made sure everything was there. I stammered my thanks,
and Mikki batted me on the arm. I knew I would be in for a lecture on hanging 
onto things.

        The woman stared at me, paying no attention to my thanks. She held up
one hand. "Shhhh."

        Puzzled, I flapped my mouth a few times, then closed it, looking at
her curiously.

        "Please tell your friend here that your plans for the evening are
changing." I just looked at her, dumbfounded. Mikki, of course, spoke up.

        "Now, wait a minute, just because you find his wallet..." The woman
cut her off by placing a finger against Mikki's lips. Mikki froze, her eyes
wide in shock, staring at the woman.

        "Hush, young lady. Your companion is going to join me this evening.
I am not going to stand here and argue with you. Is that clear?"

        Mikki was too stunned to react at all. Her face turned beet red. The 
woman moved her finger from Mikki's lips, but Mikki remained silent, staring.

        The woman took my hand. "Come along. We have a lot to do."

        And I found myself being led along the sidewalk by this woman. I
turned back to see Mikki just standing there, staring in shock.

        Two blocks away, the woman opened her purse and removed a key chain.
Pressing a small button, I heard the doors of a Cadillac unlock. The woman
opened the passenger door and motioned for me to get in. She then walked
around, got in, and locked the doors. I was too off balance to think that
all I had to do was take off as she had walked around to her door.

        I sat there trying to figure out just what the hell I was doing. It
seemed as if I was watching all this, that it wasn't really happening to me,
that it was someone else doing this. I certainly would never get in a car
with a woman I had never seen. This isn't real. I'm just watching someone  
else do this. I never would.

        As she started the car and pulled out of the lot, she smiled at me.

        I had never been so nervous in my life. And I could not, for the life
of me, figure out why I had an erection.
 
 

        She didn't say a word. I, too, was silent, afraid that if I heard my
own voice, it would prove it really was me doing this. I did not, could not,
admit that to myself yet.

        Ten minutes later, the woman pulled into the parking garage of some
expensive apartments. The guard opened the gate, and seconds later the car
was parked. I sat there, not daring to speak, to move, even to breath.

        "Come along." She opened her door and got out. Slowly, I did the 
same, still trying to think of this as a movie in which I was not real. I was 
just an actor. This wasn't real.

        I stood by the car, too nervous to follow her. She turned, saw me
frozen there, and laughed. She came back, took my hand, and led me away.

        My palms were sweating. My face was burning. This is crazy, this has
to stop. I opened my mouth.

        "Um..." She paused and turned to me, fixing me with her eyes. Her
hand came up and one finger pressed against my lips. I stared at her, feeling
her soft, cool finger. My mouth went dry, and I forgot what I wanted to say.

        "Shhhhh..... Do not speak unless you are spoken to. Clear?"

        I found myself nodding. What the HELL???

        I meekly tagged along as we went up to the sixth floor. She paused
in front of a door and unlocked it. The door swung open and I was gently
pushed inside.

        I stood there, my mind reeling, feeling dizzy. My heart was beating
rapidly, I was sweating profusely. What the HELL? The fantasies I had had in
the bar about this woman seemed to mock me now. I had imagined this woman
in just panties and stockings. Now, alone with her in her apartment, things
seemed very different indeed.

        She locked the door. The loud click made my skin crawl. I opened my
mouth to ask what was going on, but her eyes found mine and I remained silent
as she slowly came towards me.

        Right in front of me, her eyes burning into mine from just inches 
away, she spoke. Her voice was low, husky, and seductive.

        "I saw you watching me in the bar." I tried to say something, but
her perfume wrapped itself around me, just a faint whiff of something exotic
and expensive. Her voice drove into my mind, her eyes bored into mine. I 
thought dimly that every other guy in the bar had been watching her too.

        Why did she pick me for whatever was going to happen?

        I just stared. I may have nodded.

        "Do you want me?"

        My body shook violently. Wait a minute. Since when did the WOMEN take
control of a pickup? If I want to have her, it should be on MY terms! My jaw
moved soundlessly.

        "Are you man enough for me?" My face was burning. Goddamn right I'm
man enough for you. I nodded, still unable to speak.

        "Then prove it. Take your clothes off."

        I stood there gaping at her. This is crazy. This can't really be
happening. From out of the blue, a woman from a bar has me at her place and
is telling me to strip. This is nuts.

        My cock was so hard it hurt, pressing against my pants. Her eyes
seemed to draw me in, to see past my defenses, deep into my mind.

        I shook my head, trembling.

        "Yes. Take your clothes off. Right now." My head was wagging back and 
forth. This is crazy. She's crazy. What the hell am I doing here? How the 
hell did this happen?

        She leaned close to me, her breath warm against my cheek, and I felt
her tongue, wet and slippery against my earlobe. "Take them oooofffff......",
she purred in my ear. I blinked, the image of her eyes still filling my mind.

        Take them off. Damn, my cock is hard. What the hell? She wants it.

        What the hell?

        Slowly, but with increasing enthusiasm, I started peeling my clothes
off. And all the while, I'm thinking to myself how crazy this is, how totally
out of character for me.

        I stood there, nude, my face flaring, the flush covering my body as
well, trembling with anticipation and nervousness. This is crazy. This is
nuts. She smiled at me, her eyes glowing.

        "Oh, that's nice. Hmm, you're so haaaaaaaard. SO HAAAAAARD." I looked
down, not that I had to. Yes, I was hard. Very hard. This is crazy. I looked
back up at her, at her smiling face.

        "Do you want me?", she asked again.

        "Um. Yeah...", I managed to stammer. Her smile grew, and she nodded.

        "I know you do. You wanted me in the bar. You want me here. You want
me now. Do you want to take me, right here, right now?"

        Jesus. This is crazy. This is happening so damn fast. I've never been
on this end of a pickup before. This is crazy. Right here? Right now?

        Jesus.

        I nodded, my face crimson.

        "You want to - CUM?" Her eyes widened as she emphasized that word.

        My body shook. I wasn't used to hearing women talk like that. Mikki
was fun in bed, to be sure, but she really wasn't the type to - well - talk
dirty. I nodded, not trusting my voice to respond.

        "Yes, you want to cum. I can tell. You want to take that hard cock
and ram it into me, into my CUNT, my WET CUNT. And you want to FUCK ME, you
want to FUCK ME UNTIL YOU CUM, don't you?"

        I was shaking like a leaf, my cock wiggling back and forth like mad. 
This is crazy. She sounds like one of those 1-900 numbers. I'm standing here
in her apartment, naked. She wants to know if I want to...

        ...fuck her.

        Until I cum.

        Jesus.

        I nodded. A soft, involuntary moan passed my lips.

        She came closer, her voice all around me, her nipples visible through
her top. I groaned again.

        "Yeah, you want it. You wanna FUCK me. You wanna CUM. Don't you?"

        I nodded helplessly. Wanna cum. Damn, do I wanna cum.

        "You wanna put your hard cock inside me and pump until you cum."

        I nodded. My breathing was hoarse, uneven, ragged.

        She was right there, her eyes burning into mine as her voice prodded
me, made me even more aroused, more excited. Jesus.

        "Think about it. Think about cumming inside me. Hmm, feel my wet cunt
wrapped around you. Hmm, so WET, so TIGHT. Hmm." Her eyes glowed as her words
created a dream world within my mind.

        "Fucking me. So hard. So hard. So - wet. Such a tight cunt. Squeezing
your COCK. Feel it. Hmm, feel it, little one. Feeeeel it, little one. Feel my
TIGHT CUNT around your HARD COCK.

        Damn. I COULD feel it. I groaned again, my body shivering
uncontrollably. Wait - "little one"? Why the hell did she call me little one?
I looked down quickly. Nothing little about that.

        "Do you want to cum?" I nodded and tried to say yes, but all that
came out was an indistinguishable croak.

        "Down on your knees. Right now."

        WHAT????? I stared at her uncomprehendingly. Her expression had 
changed somehow, becoming less seductive, more - authoritative.

        What the hell?

        "Right now, damn it. Down on your KNEES!" My cock was in agony, my
body shaking with desire. This is crazy. On my KNEES? This is nuts.

        Her face darkened.

        "Get out.� she spat harshly. And she turned away.

        Holy shit. Now what do I do? I'm so fucking horny it's unreal, she
just told me to get out, and Mikki's gonna kill me. 

        I gotta cum.

        I have to.

        Gotta cum.

        Slowly, I sank down to my knees. I just HAD to cum. I HAD to. Slowly,
she turned back towards me. A slight smile played briefly across her face,
and the fire in her eyes rekindled.

        "Yeah. That's good. Just like that. On your fucking KNEES."

        I knelt there, shaking, wondering how in the world I had ever wound
up in this position. I was nude, kneeling before a woman I'd never met.

        And my cock was harder than it had ever been.

        I stared as she walked towards me, hips swinging, eyes glowing. She
stopped right in front of me, staring down at me, grinning.

        "You want to CUM, little one?" Little one again. 

        What the HELL? I nodded meekly. I have to cum. Have to. Mikki's gonna
kill me. Have to cum while I can. Little one? What is this 'little one'?

        Grinning wickedly, she pulled the lower edge of her skirt up. I 
watched in awe as she exposed herself to me. Her garter, her black panties,
her damp black panties. "You wanna CUM?" I nodded violently.

        "Take a sniff. Don't touch. Just breath." And she thrust her crotch
right up to my face. Instinctively, I inhaled, breathing in her aroma, making
me hotter still. Her fingers were rubbing her panties, causing the dark
stain to grow.

        Nude, on my knees, I watched her fingers disappear into her panties.

        "Take your cock in your hand."

        Huh? I looked up at her, puzzled.

        She glared at me.

        "I SAID GRAB YOUR COCK! AND KEEP YOUR EYES WHERE THEY BELONG!"

        Stunned, my eyes darted back down to her - crotch. Is THIS where she
wants me to look? One hand came out of her panties, the fingers glistening.

        "Grab your fucking COCK, slut." 

        Slut? Wait a minute... I looked up at her, only to have her shout at
me to keep my eyes where they belong and to take hold of my cock. My eyes
went back to her shining fingers, her damp panties.

        My hand closed around my cock.

        Jesus.

        "Fuck your fist, baby. Go on, do it. You wanted to cum. Fuck your
fist for me. Do it now, baby. Fuck that hand."

        In total disbelief, I started massaging my cock as I stared at her
crotch. Her voice was continuous, calling me names, calling me a - slut. I 
was just a slut, on my knees playing with myself. That's all I was was a 
slut. All I wanna do is cum, and I wanted it bad enough to kneel at her feet
and play with myself.

        What a fucking SLUT I was.

        And as I crept closer and closer to orgasm, I almost started to think
she was right. There was no other explanation for my behavior. Why else 
would I be on my knees in front of a total stranger, playing with myself?

        What a fucking SLUT I was.

        I groaned aloud. And I started laughing.

        "What's so funny, SLUT?"

        Her hand had gone back inside her panties, and was now removed again.
As she asked that question, her cum-covered finger was waved back and forth 
under my nose. I inhaled deeply, my body trembling. Jesus. And then she
pressed that finger against my lips, working it back and forth until my mouth
opened and accepted it. I sucked the cum off her fingers while I played with
my cock. On my knees. 

        Her finger clean, she removed it from my mouth and re-inserted it 
into her crotch. I watched the lacy fabric moving as her fingers worked
beneath it.

        "I ASKED WHAT WAS SO FUNNY!"

        I groaned. So close to cumming. Jesus. Funny? Funny...

        "Oh...funny....don't....believe this.....jesus.....don't...believe..
...I'm...doing this......"

        "Why the hell not?"

        I knelt there, playing with myself, trying desperately to think of a
reason why not. I couldn't. She laughed at my expression. I laughed as well,
totally blown away by what was happening.

        "What a fucking SLUT you are. Are your ready to CUM yet, little one?"

        Little one again. I nodded, my eyes closing as I felt the first waves
of ecstasy.

        "Stop, Slut. STOP!"

        I froze. She couldn't be serious.

        "Good, baby, very good. Can't have you finish before I'm ready."

        Huh?

        Before SHE was ready?

        Slowly, teasingly, she began to undress. Her top came off, revealing
a black lace bra. Exposed nipples. I stared, my cock throbbing. My hand 
closed around my cock on it's own.

        "Get your hand away from there, slut. You don't touch unless I tell
you to touch. Clear?"

        No, it wasn't. Nothing was very clear. Except that I had to cum. My
hands fell to my sides and I watched in agony as she performed a slow strip
tease.

        Her bra fell to the floor, and her hands caressed her breasts, the
nipples hard and dark. Next to go was her skirt, and she stood in panties,
garter, stockings, and heels. I groaned in agony, my cock screaming for
attention. She grinned and slowed her pace.

        She leaned against the wall and told me to come over to her. She
raised her left foot and told me to take her shoe off.

        I did. Then she told me to kiss her foot. My body felt numb as I bent
down and kissed her big toe. Then the other shoe. And I kissed that foot as
well. All I could think of was one word, which echoed endlessly in my mind.

        Slut.

        There was no other explanation. 

        She stood there smiling in garter, panties, and stockings. She undid
the garter and peeled off her stockings. I groaned loudly, I couldn't help
myself. She grinned in delight as her garter and panties came off.

        I was staring at a nude forty-something year old woman whom I had
never met - and still did not know her name. I was on my knees at her feet,
with a tremendous erection. I had kissed her feet, masturbated at her 
command. I had stopped masturbating at her command as well.

        There was only one explanation.

        I was a slut.

        Jesus.

        "Do you like what you see?" I nodded vigorously. She smiled.

        "Play with yourself again. I enjoy watching you do that. But don't
cum yet, oh, no, you don't want to do that."

        Bullshit I don't. Seconds after I began pumping my cock, I felt my
toes curl under, felt the burning sensation growing inside my balls. 

        "Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......................."

        "Move your hand, slut, take your hand away, stop. STOP, SLUT!!!"

        Stunned, my cock waving furiously, oozing slightly, I stopped. I
stared at her in dismay.

        "What do you want?", she asked, her eyes shining.

        "I wanna cum", I said hoarsely.

        "WHY?"

        "Why...why...jesus...gotta cum...so hot...so turned on....jesus...."

        "Look at yourself." I looked down at my throbbing cock, my flushed,
sweat-covered body. "Touch yourself." My hand went to my cock. "NO! Touch
the inside of your thighs, like you would touch your girlfriend."

        Slowly, I caressed the inside of my right thigh. I felt a shiver go
through me. "Play with yourself", she whispered, "but don't touch your cock."

        I looked at her in amazement. How the hell did a guy play with 
himself if he couldn't touch his...touch his....hhhmmmmm, this feels kinda
nice. My hands slid over my thighs. My eyes closed and I sighed. My hands
worked their way upwards. "Yeah, baby. Pinch your nipples, baby." I laughed
out loud as I took my left nipple between my fingers and gave it a gentle
squeeze. My body shook. Mmmmmm, maybe there is something to this after all...

        "Yeah, baby, feel it. Feel it, slut, feel your body. Feel a SLUT."

        I laughed. A long laugh of - 

        acceptance?

        Almost.

        It still felt like a dream, like a movie. But with ME as the star.

        Me - and her.

        "What do you want, baby?"

        "I wanna...cum...." I looked at her, my eyes blazing. She grinned.

        "You wanna cum?" 
        
        I nodded, my hands unconsciously massaging my own nipples.

        "You wanna wrap your hand around your cock and pump until you squirt
all over everything?" 

        I nodded, my face flaring brightly.

        "Why?" Jesus. That question again. Why? I shuddered.

        "Why are you on your knees, naked, paying with yourself for me?"

        The answer was obvious. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and 
whispered, "Because I'm a..... ssssssssssssssssssssslut." My body shook
violently as that word passed my lips.

        "I can't hear you."

        "BECAUSE I'M A SLUT."

        "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

        "BECAUSE I'M A SLUT!!!", I shouted at the top of my lungs, loud
enough to startle myself. My eyes flew open and I found her looking down at
me, laughing, nodding her head.

        "Yes, you are. I know you are. YOU know you are. And after that, 
everyone in the building probably does too."

        I don't think it was possible to get any redder, but it felt like it.

        "Do you want to cum, slut?" 
        
        I nodded.

        "Ask nicely."

        Jesus.

        "Um...Can I cum, please?" She shook her head, her eyes sparkling.

        "I can't hear you."

        Oh, no....

        "PLEASE? I WANNA CUM!"

        "Put your hand there, baby, wrap your hand around it again. Oh, yeah,
baby, you can play again. What do you want to do?"

        "I wanna cummmmmmmm."

        "You have to ask nicely."

        "I wanna ccuuuuuuummmmm.....please......."

        "Hmm. Let me think about it..."

        It was getting hard for me to think. Every nerve in my body seemed to
be transmitting signals from my cock. My hand no longer seemed to be pumping,
there was only my cock, growing harder, thicker, getting closer and closer to
orgasm.

        "p..pp..pl...please......wanna....wanna cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

        "Fuck that fist, baby, fuck it harder, fuck it FASTER!"

        "Oh...oh...jesus....please...wanna cummmmmm....."

        "Come on, slut, don't lose it yet, I'm not through with you."

        Jesus....jesus...can't take....much more....

        "Please! Oh, please, I gotta cum!" My voice broke, and I felt my face
turn an even brighter shade of red. I could feel the sweat pouring from my
body. I opened my eyes a bit and found her standing there, gazing at me, her
body as flushed as my own, her breathing hard and irregular, her eyes bright,
staring directly at me.

        "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh, goddddddddddddd, pleasssssee..." I was almost
crazy with passion, there seemed to be no way to keep from cumming, to
release the incredible tension she had created in my body.

        "Go, baby, go go go go go, baby, yeah, fuck your fist, baby..."

        "PLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH, GOD, PLEASSEEEE!!!!!"

        I was gasping, trying to keep the dam from bursting.

        "What are you?", she whispered urgently.

        "SLUT! A SLUT! PLEASE!!!!! LET ME CUM!!!!"

        "Whose slut?" Huh? Whose slut? Hers. Hers. Of course.

        "Yours...your...slut...I'm your....SLUT!!! GOD, PLEASE!!!!"

        I felt her lips on my forehead. Her voice, soft and gentle.

        "Go ahead, little one. Cum now. Let it all out, let yourself go."

        With a scream, I came. Never in my life had I experienced a climax
such as that one. It left me drained, spent, exhausted, literally whimpering
on my knees. And I began to cry, even as I began to laugh.

        Jesus.

        What a 

        SLUT

        I am.

        And as I realized once and for all the truth of that statement, I
cried. I cried and I laughed as the turmoil in my mind cleared, swept away
by the cleansing rush of my climax.

        I knelt on the floor before her, nude, cum still oozing from my limp
cock, unable to function, laughing and crying.

        What a fucking SLUT.

        "Little one?" Slowly, I looked upwards, to find her peering down at
me. She reached down and gently took my chin in her hand, her eyes meeting 
mine. "Thank you", she whispered.

        I had never been so happy, so - fulfilled, so at peace with myself.
 
 

        I didn't see Mikki for a week. Six days of attempted denial of what 
had happened. But I could not deny it. It had happened. I had submitted my 
will, my body, to that woman, a woman who's name I still did not know.

        I was a slut.

        And I had no one to tell. Mikki, I felt, was avoiding me because I
had gone with the woman. In Mikki's absence, I felt a desperate need to find
the woman again, to be with her, to - submit to her.

        To be her slut.

        For a week, I was miserable, wanting to share the story of my
submission with Mikki, hoping I would have the chance, and yet dreading it.
 

        The following Friday, one week after my - experience, I got home to
find Mikki's car there. I cringed, thinking of the tongue-lashing I was about 
to get because of last week. I was trying to figure out how to tell Mikki 
about my encounter as I walked into my apartment.

        I froze in my tracks.

        Mikki wore a white top, black skirt, and black stockings. Heels too.

        Her eyes were blazing; her cheeks were flushed. Her breathing was
rapid and shallow. Before I could say a word, she spoke.

        "I had a little talk with someone Monday afternoon", she growled.

        My knees began shaking. My mouth was dry. I was sweating.

        Someone....?

        She grinned slightly.

        "And Tuesday."

        Oh God...Mikki...Now my face was flushed, and my palms were sweating.

        Her smile grew. So did my cock.

        "And Wednesday..."

        Jesus... My cock was rapidly expanding.

        "And yesterday..."

        Mikki, please, say it, oh God, Mikki, please...

        "Come here. SLUT."

        I dropped to my knees and crawled to her, crying happily.
 

                                *** THE END ***

           RC