I am a slut
written by:
shadypony

I am a Slut. A nymphomaniac. Insatiable. Since my first sexual encounter I have been called any one of those names. Do they offend me? Absolutely not.

I spent a lot of my youth exploring my sexuality and the myriad of boys with which to do so. I had a small handicap in the Orgasm department....I couldn't. Well, lets not say couldn't. I could bring myself to orgasm any time I wanted. Several times in a row, in fact, I just had trouble making it happen with men.

This small set back created a different motivation for my wild behavior, in the sense that I loved to Fuck. Not for pleasure, but for the sport of it. Of course not having an orgasm doesn't mean I didn't enjoy every minute of cock that was thrust into my mouth, pussy or hand. I fucked them like a guy would. For the experience, then moved on. No calls, no monogamy, no domestic tranquility. Not to say there weren't any meaningful relationships sprinkled in there, there were several. And please, don't get me wrong; I had an emotional connection and affection for most everyone that I hooked up with. Just not on the level of the norm.

Which brings me to my marriage. I didn't marry until the age of 46. There were a few who came close, but just didn't have it. Then I met my husband. We connected and grew in our courtship; and in our honesty, realized that we have a mutual understanding about sex. Well, let me clarify; it wasn't until my fiancé told me about the fact that he loves odd numbers, and how he had had an open relationship with his previous wives, and that he was a sexual deviant that I realized the potential of our happiness.

This website plays a major role in that revelation. He showed me the site, and took me to his favorite story called Woody. It's about a man that finds out his wife had been so turned on by reading Erotic Stories that they would have crazy sex together and she finally acted out on his suggestion and had sex with another man, then told him about it while perched on the end of his cock as if speaking her sordid tale into a microphone.

I'm sure you can guess, and read in my own stories that that scenario is exactly where we wound up. Let's see, there was the Contractor whom I took upstairs in the Bar where I work and sucked his cock between the video games. That was the first story I brought home and told my husband about while he fucked me. And yes, my Mechanic whom I seduced upon my husband's suggestion after picking up my car, and wound up in and out of all the vehicles in his shop with. He fucked me and I sucked him off for hours. Then there are the Swinger's Balls, the Lifestyle Motel with the nude pool & hot tub, the Green Door in Las Vegas, the Red Rooster in Vegas, and so many more events that we have attended; it makes for excellent research and fodder for my tales on E.S.

I love to look at porn. I love to watch threesomes and girl on girl, my fantasy is to one day be filled airtight. That would be double penetration with a cock in my mouth.

God, I'm getting horny right now thinking about it.

We have made a few movies ourselves, and we have quite an extensive collection of photos. It really makes me feel sexy when I dress up in the slutty shoes that my man buys me and pair them with stockings and a bustier. I love to photograph myself then surprise him when he gets home. Sometimes he takes pictures of me, coaching me to arch my back, or bend forward. It makes for some really steamy sex afterwards. He has made me more open to sharing them on the Internet and I have learned to OWN my behavior, not be ashamed of it.

This self realization is empowering and has made me realize that I can really be sexy, and because of the honesty in our relationship I am able to fuck around and always bring my love and a sexy story back to my husband.

I really get into the rough blowjob videos. My husband doesn't care for them; he thinks they are too brutal and degrading to women. I had one once.... can I tell you about it? Of course he knows, I tell him everything and I found it to be one of the most deviant and sexy things I've ever done.

I was staying at a hotel in the College town where my bar is, my friend Roxy was having a birthday night out, and we knew we were going to get really hammered and didn't want to have to worry about getting home. My husband wished me well, and sent me on my way with a little seed planted in my ear. " Find yourself a play toy tonight and tell me all about it." He slapped my ass and gave me a gentle prod out the door.

The night went well and we flirted with every bartender and patron that we could find, getting plenty of free drinks and having some interesting conversation. It was almost closing time, and we were extremely drunk and I was horny. Roxy is the life of the party and has a way of meeting men and making out with them whenever she goes out.

The beauty of it is, they always have a friend or roommate. I had to giggle to myself since the boys we were talking to were in their twenties and I am a forty something married woman, yes, a Cougar on the prowl.

We'd been chatting up a couple of college boys and Roxy directed us all over to a couch in the corner where she proceeded to make out with her guy. His wingman acted awkwardly, not really knowing what to do or expect. I looked at the other two, then back at my guy suggesting that it was ok to do the same. We started making out in that corner of the bar and from the size of the bulge in his trousers it was occurring to me that we needed to find someplace more private.

I leaned in close to his ear and asked him, " Do you want to go somewhere where I could blow you?" My drunkenness and parting suggestion from my husband were getting to me and I wanted to fuck him right now.

He went over to his friend to inform him that we were going to leave, and took me by the hand, leading me outside and around the corner into an alley behind the bar.

"Mmmm," I cooed "do you want me to blow you in the alley?" He looked at me and smiled. I could feel him growing more urgent to find a location. I was drunk enough to do it right in the middle of the street for all I cared, but there were plenty of people mulling around , and walking by us.

He led me to a brightly lit loading dock, then turned to make out with me against a Newspaper delivery truck. People were casually walking by on the sidewalk about 20 feet in front of us. He broke the kiss then tugged on the back door of the truck, lifting it about 2 feet up and peered inside. Satisfied with what he saw he whispered to me, " crawl inside when I lift this door, ok?" I giggled and looked back at him with the excitement of our location discovery and said ok.

Once inside, he closed the door to cover my entry and scope out the situation once more. I heard the door lift again and he entered, pulling it down behind him but leaving it open a crack so we would have a little light.

I was sitting on my knees on the wooden paneled floor of the box truck, waiting for him, and when he approached me I didn't bother to get up but instead I tugged at his pants trying to get to the object of my desire.

He happily complied, taking his member out so that I could have it to do what I wanted with it. I licked and explored his cock, enjoying the length and size of it. I moaned with approving sounds as he slowly pushed it into my mouth and down my throat. He was big and I really wanted him in my mouth.

He took his dick into his hand and playfully slapped my cheek with it, first one side then the other. He hesitated and asked "Are you sure you're ok doing this?', I answered, "Yes, I want to suck your cock." And then searched his cock head out eagerly with my mouth.

He gave it to me, and I began sucking him off. I had been watching plenty of porn earlier in the week, and started giving him the style of blowjob that I had seen on my computer. I tried to take him as far as I could, making the sucking and verbal gagging sounds that I had heard in the videos. "blep, blep blep," The sounds came out on their own as he thrust his dick in and out of my mouth. I was porn star drunk and ready to give it to him, wanting him to fuck my face, this stranger that I had just met in a bar 45 minutes ago. He was young, too I thought as I continued to let him ram me in the face.

He broke for a minute to check on me, looking down and asked, "Are you Ok?" I smiled up at him, my own drool dripping down my chin, and replied, "Yes. I love it! Keep going... please!"

He gave me a few more thrusts which I took noisily, and than gave me one deep shove with his cock, burying it as deep as it would go into my throat, then held it there. I did fine for a minute then found myself struggling for air. I loved watching videos like this, some poor girl struggling and gasping for air while her head is held down tight to his cock. It makes a popping sound coming off and she is left panting and sucking air like she came out of drowning in water. She never protests and begs him for more. Which is exactly what I did.

Next thing I knew he was giving it to me again. I had hardly had time to catch my breath and I was back to my deprived state, holding my breath, letting him work his cock deep into me as far as he could get it.

Without notice I gagged. I detected the slightest trace of spit-up. He shoved himself back in and out lubricating his rod with my mucus. It was gross, but it was fucking turning me on. This was seriously hard-core face fucking and I was loving it!

Pardon me while I pause, dear reader. I had to take care of an errand and you must be told about how wet my crotch was when I got up from my keyboard. This story always turns me on, and I contemplated a brief recess to allow myself to watch one of my favorite videos and pleasure myself, then resume typing. I decided not to allow it. I am going to tell this story all the way through no matter how wet and horny I get. My reward will be to give myself pleasure when I am done. Shall we continue...?

I unzipped my little hoodie style shirt that I had worn and took my tits out of my bra than started playing with them. This always works with my other lovers and helps get them to the point of cumming, especially when I beg them to cover my face and tits with their jiz. This boy was earning his happy ending and I really wanted to be drenched in his cum.

" I really want to fuck you," he said and I shrunk at the thought of how complicated that might be. I have no form of birth control, and he was without a condom. The last thing I needed was to get pregnant by some twenty-three year old in the back of a newspaper truck. " I want to feel my dick in your pussy..." he told me, and I shuddered with pleasure at the thought of him ramming me hard and good, slamming his cock into me while I beg him to fuck me harder, to give me all he's got! I thought of my husband too, I wanted to bring him back a story to top all others. I wanted to be pumped full of this kid's cum.

"Focus," I told myself. Let's get back to where we were.

"That is so sweet, " I told him, and said "But I really want to taste your cum. Won't you give it to me?" He paused for just a second then got back on track.

He gently outlined my lips with the tip of his dick, and then sweetly rode it in and out of my mouth, being very caring and gentle. I continued to pinch my nipples and play with my tits, enjoying every minute of this.

It didn't take long until we were back to the forceful entry of my mouth. He pushed harder into my throat and I was determined to make this boy cum! He seemed more focused on the outcome as well, and I could feel his dick harden more and more as we continued our little dance. He would push in and hold it, I would take it as long as I could before having to surface for air then beg him for more.

He kept asking me if I was ok, and I reassured him by looking up with my mascara stained eyes, smiling and nodding diving back on to his dick.

This rough blow job was intense and exhausting, and I could feel myself getting tired, but I couldn't stop. Not now. I wanted this just as bad as he did. Oh, another thrust deep into my throat made me gag, fluids covered my face and my eyes were blurry from tearing. I felt soaked in my own mucus and sweat, my face must have been a mess and I could feel it all over my chest, running down my stomach.

He started to pick up speed, his cock got so hard that it felt like a steel rod in my throat. I just knew it would be sore from all of this ramming in the morning. But I knew this was it. " Come on baby," I thought to myself silently urging him on. My gags were audible and I was moaning encouragement as I felt him ramp up. He Shushed me, trying to keep from drawing attention from the passers by.

Soon he had no regard for my face as being attached to a human being and began to pump furiously into me, my mouth felt like it was bleeding. "Holy shit," I thought.

He held the back of my head as he humped my face. Everything was blurry and I just let go and allowed myself to be used as a tool for his outcome, the very thing that I could feel coming now, as he got solid. Rock hard, his cock pushed to the farthest point in my throat, I struggled and gagged but he held me tight to his body. I could barely hear, but he was saying "Fuck, Fuck, Oh Fuck" Then it came. He fired hard into my throat. I thought I was going to suffocate. How would I get air inside with his dick and thick liquid mixing with my mucus and saliva? What if I choked?

My eyes were blinded by tears, my whole upper torso was soaked. My hair and face a mess! He pulled out of my face, and I almost felt embarrassed by my appearance. I swallowed all of his cum and kept following it with my own saliva. I was panting and out of breath, but I fucking LOVED it! It was fucking HOT! And I told him so. He asked if I was ok again, and I assured him that I certainly was.

We dressed and I tried to wipe myself clean. "I'm a mess!" I said, smiling through my throbbing lips. He kissed me and thanked me and we snuck out of the truck and into the light. He then kindly walked me to the cabstand and politely waited in line with me. I felt a little self-conscious, and wondered if anyone would recognize me as their local married bartender standing with a young stud, looking like I did. Right then his cell phone rang. He had a short conversation then hung up and seemed antsy.

I turned to him and said," You can go back to the bar and try to get last call with your friend if you want." He looked like he wanted to go but was concerned about me. "What a gentleman," I thought. "Seriously, you can go. I'm fine." I told him. He gave me a very public kiss and I thanked him for a wonderful time, then he left.

Back at the hotel, Roxy was already in bed but woke up when I entered. "Where the hell did you go?" she asked. I lied and told her that my guy & I went to another bar, then looked for her and couldn't find her. She reluctantly accepted my story and kept asking me again in the morning. We were so hung over by then, she let it go and never brought it up again.

When I returned home that day, my husband asked about my evening. I led him into the bedroom and kissed him with my sore lips. He raised an eyebrow when I told him that I had a story for him, and I spent the next hour telling him about my encounter with every sordid detail and reenactment that I could. I undressed and pushed him onto the bed, taking his cock out once he laid down. I rubbed his dick all over my face and took him into my mouth. He called me a little whore and it made me crazy with the knowledge that I am one. I mounted him and rode him while telling him the details from last night. I had his cock inside me and remembered how bad the kid in the truck wanted to fuck me. I rode him hard as he urged me on saying, " Go ahead and fuck me you little slut. Does your naughty behavior make you horny? Do you like telling me about how you sucked some guy's dick?" It was driving me crazy and I fucked him more furiously, agreeing with all of his statements, I loved feeling like a dirty whore.

He thrust his hips upward, pushing his cock inside me, fucking me hard, equally turned on with my behavior. He pumped me full of cum, then I rolled off of him, letting the warm fluid trickle out of my cunt and on to my thighs. We lay there for a minute happy together, loving our relationship. I was thinking what a real slut I am and smiled, wanting to do it again, waiting for my next adventure.