Are You Good Enough To Make Me Your Slut?
written by:
Kay

"I'm about to tear that gash up!"

Rod was hovering over me with a mix of lust that almost sent a child down my spine.

He liked to talk about what he was going to do. That much was obvious.

It was late at night and we were completely alone. I'd only met him a few hours earlier in bar. He wasn't exactly my usual type. I tend to prefer the shy, confident types that I have to work to gain their interest. Rod was all brawn and very little brains. But there was something about him. Maybe it's just that he was gorgeous--muscular and fit and ruggedly handsome. Or maybe I had just been in the mood for something different. In any case, I'd let him hit on me and buy me drinks all evening. When he offered to walk me home, I knew he expected more than that to happen. But I'd still accepted the offer.

Within a few minutes he'd twisted us around through back alleys and side streets until I was completely disoriented. We'd ended up in some tiny little neighborhood playground. It was like being in a forest in the middle of the city. The whole place was covered in trees. And Rod had led me into some sort of little structure on the grounds. It was like a miniature log cabin with a dirt floor and a couple of windows meant to mark the location of some historic first settlement.

When he kissed me, I went along with it. After all, I'd expected something to happen. But the setting made me just a little nervous.

I had on a tight, knee length pencil skirt that hugged my perfect, plump ass. Rod worked a hand up underneath it and started rubbing the bare skin above my stockings. He roughly caressed my titties through my thin, black silk blouse. And then he got verbal.

"I'm going to fuck you like you've never had it," he said.

"I'm going to destroy that pussy."

"You're going to ache from taking my fat cock."

It was pretty strong imagery.

And I didn't mind it one bit.

In fact, it made me want him.

I turned away from Rod and placed to hands in the window frame to steady myself. I spread my legs as far as I could in the tight skirt. He grabbed the hem and pushed it up my hard thighs.

"I like your slutty panties," he said. "I could tell you were a slut."

My panties were fire-engine red, made of a completely mesh material that did nothing to hide my ass.

"I am a slut," I responded. "Are you good enough to make me YOUR slut?"

Rod unfastened his belt. I heard the quick glide of the zipper on his jeans dropping.

"You're not even going to be able to think about another cock when I'm through with you," he said.

He pulled out a real monster. Not the longest cock I'd ever seen, but it was a solid, fat piece of meat. He wrapped his hand around the base of it and started slapping his shaft on my ass. It made a hot, loud sound, like muted clapping. Little drops of pre-cum splattered on my panties.

Rod grabbed the waistband of my little red undies and gave them a rough tug. They went down over my black thigh high stockings and 4" heels. I kicked them into the dirt. Rod bent over, picked them up, and brought them to his nose. Then he stuffed them in his pocket--a souvenir for his conquest.

He dropped to his knees and buried his face in my hot snatch. I could here him taking a deep breath and inhaling my scent. Then she licked my pussy from clit to asshole. It made my hole body tingle.

"I could get my girlfriend to eat my pussy if that's what I wanted," I told him. "Are you gonna fuck me, or are you all talk?"

That seemed to motivate him.

In a second Rod was on his feet. That big dick was resting on my bare ass as he grabbed my hips.

And then he stuck it in me.

For a second, I didn't think I could possibly spread my legs wide enough to take that thick cock. Rod pulled my hair and smacked my ass. He was really treating me like some cheap sorority slut. And I didn't care.

The man fucked like a damn machine gun. It was a rapid fire pounding like few guys have ever been able to deliver. And it wasn't for just a few seconds. He gave it too my hard and fast. My entire cunt felt stretched apart by his meaty pole.

"Fuck me like a whore! Yes. Fuck me like a whore!" I heard myself saying.

I wasn't always the most vocal during sex, but he was making me grunt and moan like a hooker.

"You like that you slut?" he asked.

All I could do was grunt in response.

I reached down with one hand and started frantically rubbing my own clit. Rod kept pounding away. Our moans were bouncing off the walls and echoing. I thought we'd wake up the whole damned neighborhood. I couldn't imagine myself getting any louder.

And then I came.

I series of short squeals and cries involuntarily slipped passed my lips. Rod jerked his big snake out while my pussy was still quivering. He wrapped his fist around the head and tugged it rapidly. His hot jizz splattered all over my bare ass.

When he was finished he zipped up without saying a word. I pulled my skirt back down to cover up.

"Can I get my panties back?"

"No chance," he said.

He started to walk off.

"But maybe we could do this again sometime. I'd be up for that."

I knew that I would be, too.

*************************************

Some guys think that a cocky approach and telling a woman exactly what they want is a way to get somewhere. I suppose it must work with some girls. Otherwise, why would they keep trying it?

But it's never been my thing. I prefer the confident guy who doesn't need to make a show of it. And nothing gets me going like playing hard to get.

After our raunchy playground fuck, Rod sent me a few notes online. But his interest seemed to wane. He didn't suggest getting together. And that just made me want him more.

It's not like I wanted to date the guy. Relationships have never been my thing. I like sex--when I want it and with whomever I choose. I didn't need things like feelings getting in the way. It would be easy enough to find someone else who wanted to fuck me. But there was always risk in that. What if he was no good? Rod was a sure thing. I wanted that fit body, big dick, and incredible stamina.

Begging is not my style. And neither is being passive. I get what I want.

I knew where he worked. And I knew an alpha male like Rod would have his own office. Coming up with a ruse didn't take much effort on my part. I knew from my own office that nobody ever notices the cleaning service. And so I pulled my hair back in a sloppy ponytail, put on a gray housecleaning dress I found online, and strolled confidently through the front door looking like half a dozen other Hispanic women walking around the high rise.

I located his office and took the elevator office. I strolled confidently through the lobby and the rows of cubicles like I belonged. I could see him sitting in his office at the end of the aisle. I walked in and shut the door before he'd even looked away from his computer.

"What the hell?" he said.

At first he looked shocked. And then just angry. His face turned red.

"What are you? Some crazy bitch? We just fucked...I don't know what you think it meant, but it was nothing..." he said through tightly clenched teeth. He stood up like he might physically remove me.

I turned and closed the blinds on the window that looked out.

"And I just want to fuck some more," I said.

I grabbed the zipper on the front of my baggy work dress and pulled it all the way down. The garment dangled open. No matter how angry he was, he couldn't help taking it all in.

I had on a black, lacy bra, matching panties, and a black garter belt attached to black silk stockings. Without saying another word I went to wear he was standing, dropped to my knees, and grabbed his belt. He didn't even have time to protest before I had him unzipped and his semi-erect cock in my hands. I licked that big piece of meat from balls to tip. I wrapped my lips around the head, leaving a big, red lipstick ring on his cock. He was starting to get very hard.

"You are some kind of slut," he said.

"I never denied that," I responded. "Do you want me to leave? Or you want to bang me like a whore right here on your desk?"

"You're going to regret this," he said. He ran his fingers though my hair. "I'm going to tear that pussy up."

"I hope so," I said with a wink.

I started giving him he full, porn star blow job treatment. I bobbed my head rapidly up and down his thick shaft taking as much I could. I moaned and groaned loudly. I kept my eyes looking up at his, batting my eyelids while I inhaled his bone. I pulled my lips off and make a big popping sound.

"Do you like that?" I asked. "You like the way I suck your cock like a slut?"

I went back to work. Up and down his shaft. I pulled back and swirled my tongue around the head.

"Mmmm," I said loudly. "I love it! I love sucking your cock!"

Rod was definitely getting into it. I knew he was the type who would enjoy the theater as much as the actual BJ.

"Yeah, suck that dick. You're so nasty. Just a nasty slut!" he said.

I kept batting my big brown eyes at him.

"I love sucking your cock!" I said again. I trailed my fingers up and down the shaft. I licked the head. Then I started bobbing again--impaling my face with his big dick. I made a tight ring with my fingers and started stroking him from the base up. He stopped talking dirty and just started groaning. I knew he was just about to blow. And that's when the door opened.

I heard the sound right away, but I didn't even bother to stop. It took Rod a second to figure out what was going on. He jumped back and awkwardly started trying to cover up his hard, wet cock.

"Phil, what the fuck?" I heard him shout. "Get the fuck out of here."

Rod was red in the face.

Phil was standing in the doorway with a perfect view of my ass cheeks in my little black lacy thong. He was a good looking guy. Not thick and muscle-bound like Rod--more of a thin, athletic type. Perhaps into cycling.

"I'm...I'm sorry," Phil started saying. "I didn't mean to..."

But he had a smile on his face. I guessed correctly that he wasn't one of Rod's subordinates--just a peer. He didn't seem to embarrassed by the situation. More amused. And perhaps intrigued. He was apologizing, but it seemed more out of politeness than it did fear. He started to back out.

"I'll come back later..." Phil said.

"Why don't you stay now?" I asked.

Rod's faced turned as red as a tomato.

"What the fuck?" he said. "No. Get the fuck out."

Phil started to back out again.

"Me too?" I said.

"No, not you," he growled.

"Well, if Phil goes, I go."

"What???" Rod said.

Phil had a big smile on his face. He closed the door behind him. And he had the sense enough to turn the lock.

"This is not happening," Rod said angrily.

I reached over and grabbed his cock. My hand started gliding up it effortlessly. Rod couldn't help but groan.

"Come here, Phil," I said.

He came closer.

"I have another hand," I said.

He glanced at Rod as if he was thinking about asking approval. And then he decided it didn't matter. Phil opened his pants quickly. His cock was already getting stiff. It wasn't anything to write home about--just an average seven inches or so with nice girth--but I wasn't going to send him away because of that.

I leaned forward and started licking it while I slowly stroked Rod's bone. Once Phil was nice and wet and hard I started stroking him with my left hand. Both men were looking down at me with eyes filled with lust. Neither said a thing.

"Do you mind?" I said to each of them and released their cocks. "I feel so constricted." I grabbed the cups of my bra and pulled them down below my titties. They both took in the picture with a smile. I rubbed my own nipples until they were good and hard. And then I grabbed both of their cocks again.

I slid closer until both cocks were inches from my face.

"Oh, yeah..." I said in my most sultry voice. "I love your cocks. They make me so wet."

I took Rod's big dick back between my lips and started blowing him like a porn actress again. I moaned and groaned and smiled. I let him fuck my face. Then I pulled away and did the same thing to Phil. I altered between their two hard pricks. I was teasing both of them. Giving them just enough head to want more, but not getting them all the way off. The guys didn't say a word. I think they were in total disbelief about what was happening. They just grunted as I jacked them off and sucked their cocks.

Phil, in particular, seemed completely blown away.

"Do you want to fuck my titties, Phil?" I said.

"What about me?" Rod demanded.

"I thought you wanted to tear up my cunt?"

A few minutes later I was on the desk on my back. My legs were spread wide. My panties were on the floor. Phil was straddling my just below my tits. His wet cock was sliding up and down between them as I held them tight together for him. And Rod's big cock was in my slit. With every massive thrust from Rod, I wanted to cum.

Phil's prick was dribbling his pre-cum on my tits and I knew he wouldn't last long. And I didn't mind. All I wanted at that moment was to cum hard. He jizzed on my tits and some hit my chin. I rubbed my fingers in it and licked it up. And then he moved to a chair to watch his buddy work.

His fucking was just as impressive as the first time. My pussy felt stretched impossibly wide as he invaded it again and again. I couldn't even stifle my cries from the first orgasm, so he put a hand over my mouth.

And then he fucked me even harder. He was like a bull in a china shop. His face was red. His eyes were almost angry. I came a second time and then Rod pulled out and shot his cum on my stomach and thighs. And I liked that up, too.

When I left, I was pretty sure Rod wouldn't decide to not call me back this time. And I was positive that Phil was appreciative of what just happened.

*************************************

To my surprise, the next week was more of the same. Rod started off hot and heavy. He sent texts detailing all the dirty things he wanted to do to me. But after a few day the texts started dropping off. He'd never commit to hooking up. I couldn't believe this guy! As much as I just wanted his thick cock pounding away inside me, I think I was more put off that he didn't seem to want the same thing. I'm not arrogant enough to believe I'm irresistible to all men. But I couldn't believe after two scorching hot fucks he wouldn't be dying for more.

I decided to up the stakes once again.

Instead of responding to his texts and telling him about how much I wanted to feel him using me like his whore, I just started responding with pictures. They were innocent enough at first--me in a short dress. Or a sexy, low cut blouse. But I made each one more provocative. In one, my skirt would be up high enough to see the lace on my stockings. In the next my blouse was open to see my bra. I started sending pictures of myself in dressing gowns. And then little lace nighties. By the time I started sending pictures with my hand suggestively beneath my skirt or cupping my titty, Rod was going crazy. But I refused to say a word. Just pictures. I didn't respond with words until he gave me an address and a place to meet him that Friday night.

That Friday I put on a black silk blouse with a low neck-line, a slinky black skirt and hugged my ass, and high pointed heels.

And then I drove to Phil's house.

My phone was already starting to blow up with text messages from Rod by the time I stood on Phil's door step. It had been so easy to get him interested. And we was more than happy to see me. His eyes roamed up and down my body and I could see his cock getting hard through his slacks.

"Looks like you're happy to see me, Phil," I said.

He nodded.

"I wonder if I can help with that?" I asked.

I dropped to my knees right in the alcove of his home.

"Take it out for me," I said.

He didn't need to be told twice. Phil quickly unfastened his pants and got his nice, hard cock out. A moment later it was between my ruby red lips. Just like at the office, I went porn star on him. I stroked his cock. I sucked on his balls. I batted my eyes at him. And then I started bobbing up and down his shaft and moaning like sucking cock was the biggest thrill in my life.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," I groaned. "I want you to cum and then I want you to fuck me."

He ran his fingers through my hair and started pumping his cock into my mouth. He was nowhere near as verbal as Rod, but he was enjoying it and that made me even hotter. He was getting ready to blow when the doorbell rang.

"I'm not expecting anyone," he said quickly.

"I hope you don't mind that I invited a friend," I said.

He tucked his throbbing cock back into his slacks as I went to the door. I don't know what he was expecting, but when I opened the door his jaw nearly hit the floor.

Linda was a former co-worker and sometimes fuck buddy. She was a couple of years younger than me--tall and slender with firm, high tits that looked great in the tight, button down black sweater she was wearing with a cute, pleated school girl skirt. I greeted her with a big, wet kiss. Her hands roamed all over my tight body.

"I hope you don't mind that I was just finishing something up," I said.

"Not at all," Linda responded.

I suggested moving to the living room and Phil was all too eager to follow. He took a seat on the couch and pulled his cock back out. I dropped to my knees on the floor, took out my cell phone, and dialed Rod's number. I handed it to Linda to hold. She put it on speaker. Rod started asking what was going on.

"Mm, Phil, I love sucking your cock," I said loudly. "Tell me you want me to suck it."

"Yes," he said loudly.

I made big, sloppy sounds as I licked his shaft. I started blowing him again.

"Where are you? I want to come!" I heard Rod say.

"I want to suck his cock, too," Linda said. "He's hot."

Rod started to say something again, but then she hung up.

The phone started buzzing like crazy, but it didn't matter to us.

I started going up and down faster. I tugged on the base. I heard a moan off to the side.

"This is hot," Linda said.

Her skirt was flipped up and Phil's eyes were going back and forth between the sight of me sucking his cock and Linda sliding her fingers inside her little white panties and into her cunt.

At that point it didn't take much more. He popped his hot jizz into my mouth and I drank up every drop.

Linda dropped the the floor beside me. We embraced and kissed. She could taste his jizz on my lips. I pulled her sweater off without unbuttoning it. She opened my blouse. I could tell Phil and Linda both appreciated the way my tits looked in a leopard print bra. But not enough to leave me wearing it. We tore at one another's clothes until we were both wearing nothing but our thigh high stockings. And then we started to 69.

Linda sat on my face and started licking and fingering my cunt as I did the same to her sweet, hot pussy. We toyed with one another at first, but neither of us could stand the teasing for long. She got me off and I did the same for her while Phil stroked his quickly hardening pole.

"Put that in my pussy," I finally said.

Phil got on the floor and threw both my legs over his shoulders. He started pounding me right there on the floor. Linda dialed Rod up again, but this time didn't put the phone on speaker--we weren't interested in what he had to say. We just wanted him to hear what was happening.

Phil fucked like a real stallion. He wasn't intense or angry like Rod, but he delivered nice, smooth, quick thrusts.

"Oh yes, Phil," I cried out. "I'm your whore. Use me."

The idea of someone else listening--being teased--and possibly jacking off--made it that much hotter. I came hard with Phil's prick inside my pussy.

"Fuck her, now," I said, loudly. "Fuck her like a dog while she eats my pussy."

Linda got on all fours with her face in my snatch. And Phil plowed her from behind. I came quickly from the sights and sensations. I loved having my clit licked while I watched his cock slide into her and her firm little titties bounce with each thrust.

Phil couldn't take much, either. He got Linda off once...then a second time...and then he erupted. His cum drizzled back out of her pussy. And when he pulled out I licked her cunt clean. And then did the same to his cock.

The phone line was still connected and I hung it up.

"I think that's enough exhibitionism for one night," I said. "You guys up to fuck some more?"

We moved to the bedroom, where Linda and I got one another off while Phil watched. And then we each took turns watching while he fucked each of us again. It was late into the night before the three of us were finally exhausted.

*************************************

I took my phone out and called Rod on the way out the door.

"OK, you've made your point. I won't blow you off again," he said. "When can we meet?"

"I don't know," I said. "My schedule looks a little full the next few days. I'll call you."

And then I hung up and deleted his number.