The Unexpected Discovery
I should have known better than this.
Well, hindsight is a real bitch, and apparently, so am I. At least to the multiple men using me right now.
It all started one fine night when I was riding on so much endorphins I could have agreed to anything. I was naked from the waist down, an amateur tongue belonging to my latest boyfriend darting around somewhat randomly down below as I arched my back for easier access in his hostel room. I love getting eaten out, especially with how rarely it occurs. If anything, the kneading action on my boobs only served to further heighten my arousal.
“Wanna try something kinky?” He suggested, when he began to slow and tire. It didn’t help that I was close but seemingly never able to cross the edge with his attempts alone.
“Sureeeee…” I growled, eager to take things much further that night. “What do you have in mind?”
Leaving the safe confines of his room was what he had in mind. I’ve had my reservations, but honestly I wasn’t thinking straight that night any longer. Which explains how we found ourselves bonking in a male toilet cubicle at his floor, in the middle of the night.
I could barely contain my excitement about the act however.
In fact, the urge to moan was so overwhelming that I had to shut myself up by plastering my lips onto his. My fingers clawing for his face as his fingers dug deeper into my skin.
“UHHHH!!!” I let out a fervid groan towards the ceiling when I pulled myself away from my boyfriend’s wretched mouth, stuffing his head into my cleavage instead.
His mouth quickly located a nipple and went at it like all men born knew.
But it was at this moment horror took over pleasure.
For this was when I noticed multiple phones perched on outstretched hands pointing at us from the adjacent cubicles.
In short, we were busted. Yet instead of exposing our kinky deed straightaway, we were being taped since god-knows-when. I’ll admit that I was too engrossed to hear anything, but I thought we were sufficiently quiet.
Apparently inadequately so.
Quickly getting dressed and at a loss, we tried to play it cool and walk it off. But it was to no one’s surprise that that didn’t work out.
“Going somewhere?” They taunted as my cheeks flushed crimson. Fear spiralled in my head and took over all forms of embarrassment as I tried to think of all the scenarios this could play out.
Thankfully, my boyfriend shoved me protectively behind him, a barrier between their malicious intent and me. It also helped that I wasn’t reminding myself that a bunch of strangers had just seen me naked and fucked, but the odds weren’t looking good for me…
“Lady, you’ve made us really horny. I think you should be responsible for that. As for your male companion, well he’s free to watch or leave, but you’re not leaving until we’re done.”
They relocated me to a shower cubicle. And my now ex-boyfriend decided I was no longer worth fighting for. I really wasn’t sure at that moment if I would have preferred that he stayed and watched what was to happen or leave like he did.
What I was sure was that I did not enjoy the rest of the evening at all. I felt alone, helpless and vulnerable as they roughly stripped, ransacked and humiliated me. They had used me, filmed me and sullied me.
To put it bluntly, I had never had sex with more than one guy at a time, and it was always by choice. That night they came at me together, and I had no say. I was choked, I was forced, I gagged and I was left drenched with regrets and whatever bodily fluids they deem fit to issue one and in me.
Worse, they had demanded that I be back the next night, same place same time when they were finally done with me. They didn’t even bother to threaten me.
Scrambling back home with my non-existent dignity, I was incapable of thoughts as I crashed onto my bed, weeping.
I did not even bother contacting the now ex-boyfriend who landed me in the hot mess.
The next night I was back at where I was wanted. This time they were prepared, more so that I could have expected.
I was expecting to service and pleasure men, yet I was the one being pleasured.
Hands bound behind my back with a cable tie, I was ball-gagged and stuffed with a wall dildo while vibrators were applied to my erogenous areas. Multiple men holding vibrators and applying them to my clitoris, my nipples made it an intensely pleasurable experience and I felt my knees buckling ever so often as I screamed into my ball gag. My wretched face was torn with pleasure, drool uncontrollably hanging in threads as I panted.
My captors were clearly enjoying it.
As much as I hated it, so was I.
I later found out that they have learnt this from Japanese porn, where captors often tie up and assault the pornstar with vibrators until all she could do was cum helplessly and repeatedly. It was a fairly accurate representation of what had happened to me.
They nevertheless used me like the sex slave I was afterwards though, ploughing and plunging as they please in the same shower cubicle.
The third night I showed up, my mind insisted that I was an unwilling partner, my loins indicating otherwise. They had ready a butt-plug ready for me this time.
I was no lover of theirs, so they spared no loving words, no endearment of any kind. But the sex was intense and I secretly loved it. Every night it was multiple men and every night they seemed to have something new for me.
We quickly moved to anal, to costumes, even light bondage, but I was quickly starting to enjoy these men’s company.
I later learned that the whole idea was akin to what was known as a “gloryhole”, except the men using me were in the same cubicle as I am, I could see their faces and they were largely the same people. The fact that I’m the whore was no different however.
I began to look forward to these late-hour sessions. I started to learn what each of them loved the most and pleasured them in those specific ways. I took pride in knowing where and how exactly I should suck on each of their individual penises.
I began to work out in the gym so I could look good for them. I began putting on more make-up, like bright red fuckable lipstick and clothes to better show off my figure so I could enhance their pleasure. It didn’t matter to me the clothes were gonna be stripped off, the make-up was gonna be smudged anyway. Everything just so they would love me as their plaything.
They also explored my body in ways I would have never imagined. They have made me experience things I’ve never knew was possible and honestly knew my body better than any boyfriend that I ever had. At the end of the day, I have to admit, the pleasure was undeniable and I always want more.
I was their slut and I loved it.
Easy
“Layla, areee you.. druuunk already?” Katie asked, her words slurring as they both had quite a bit to drink.
“I’mmm fine, let’s get wasted tonight whoooo!!!” Layla replied, getting up to adjust the orange material of her bikini bottom, which was irritatingly becoming a G-string against her will, before strutting around in drunken stupor.
Katie for her part simply folded over on the table, laying her head on the back of her arms.
“Weakkkk~” Layla boo-ed.
…
Checking herself out in the bathroom mirror, Layla decided that she was still a fucking beauty, and Katie’s idea to doll up and get wasted in a beach club was the best decision they have embarked upon. Especially since the break-up that threw Layla’s self-worth into the gutter and swept it all away.
“I’m still a fucking hot bitch. Stupid fucking loser.” Layla thought.
So she took a selfie and posted it on Instagram.
“Beach day, bitches!”
…
*wolf whistles
“Hey there gorgeous!” Layla heard someone call out. Layla was treading unsteadily on the journey back from the loo to where Katie was, when she turned to look at where the unsolicited compliment came from.
“You’re stunningly, beautiful lady, wanna hang out with us and have some fun?” Called out a young man from the driver seat of a grey Toyota.
“Damn right I am fellas” Layla replied, boarding their vehicle and introducing herself.
There were three men on the Toyota, so Layla joined them in the backseat. Damned if they weren’t all fine looking. They made Layla feel desired with their lustful leers as their eyes stripped Layla bare.
Layla would have felt insulted perhaps on any other day at the catcalling she just received. But today she felt different, Layla was aroused. The tension in the air was electric and only broken when the driver called out “C’mon Layla, we wanna show you something…” and drove away.
Layla was wet with anticipation, she had never been in a situation like this, with three male strangers who she just met and whose names she hasn’t gotten heading to an unknown location.
“You’re gorgeous Layla, wanna show us your tits?” The guy sitting next to her asked. Layla was just going to have to call him backseat.
“Fuck yes” Layla purred. She could tell all eyes were on her and it was a fucking aphrodisiac. Pulling up the bottom of the cups of her black bikini upwards, Layla’s C-cup boobs hung in anticipatory tension, before bouncing down in full release to silent wows of her crowd.
“Lemme help you with that” the guy next to Layla said, untying the knot of her bikini top and helping her strip fully.
“Nice rack Layla” the driver called out.
“Wanna show us your ass?” Shotgun asked.
“Thought you’ll never ask” Layla replied, turning around and getting on her knees on the seat so the guys can all stare at her proud butt.
“Wanna see my pussy too?” Layla teased, bunching up her orange bottoms so that they formed just a slit, before pushing it aside to reveal her glistening pussy.
A yearning pussy that hasn’t been touched by the opposite gender in weeks.
“Oh fucking Layla” backseat exclaimed and dived into her pussy, licking it like fresh honey from the hive, eliciting excited moans from Layla as the others watched.
Helping Layla fully out of her attire, Layla was laid butt-naked at the backseat as her pussy was spread and attacked.
“Yessss!!! Yesss!” Layla moaned in ecstasy. She has never been licked down below before, so the sensation was new and weird but extremely erotic to her.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck yes, YESSS” Layla growled when shotgun took out his phone and snapped a picture of the action behind.
“Tak… take one using my… my phone too. Oh FUCK! Just take more and… and send me later. I’m gonna send it to my idiot ex-boyfriend.” Layla sputtered in between moans.
“Happy to be of service milady” shotgun snickered.
“Now darling, would you be a dear and fuck me already? Or should I suck your cock first…?” Layla said, using her best stripper impression.
Layla’s mouth was used first, and pictures were continued to be taken, with Layla consciously and consentingly posing for the shots.
At a red light, shotgun got out of his seat. Opening the rear passenger door wide open, shotgun allowed the sight of Layla sucking dick completely naked to be seen by anyone on the sidewalk, before joining in the assault himself.
“No no, me first” backseat said, turning Layla around so she could suck shotgun off while backseat buried himself in Layla.
Round and round the vehicle circled the beach, and round and round the three took their turns in Layla, whoever had just finished taking over the driving duties.
When the Toyota finally did its last round, they were all spent. Layla just had her brains fucked out, her phone tons of missed calls from Katie and newly filled with photos of her sexcapade.
“Call me again when you guys wanna have fun! Maybe I’ll bring my bestie along” Layla said as she regained her senses.
Layla has never felt more wanted and invigorated. Her confidence was through the roof as she disembarked the vehicle, hitting send on a picture of her getting jizzed on in the backseat of an unknown car to her ex-boyfriend.
“This could be you” was all it read.
Honey and money
There’s a saying that there is much of women’s money to earn, but it is men’s money that is easy to earn. Kelly agrees wholeheartedly. After all, she has been operating the little, same scheme for a little more than a year and the returns are astronomical.
So much so that Kelly knows she could quit anytime, but why waste the opportunity to earn even more?
The scheme is straightforward. Kelly would utilise her killer features, young body and make herself an irresistible target. Snowy white skin, a subtle cleavage and a striking slit up the side of a body-hugging dress is usually her armor of choice.
Whether it is a club, pub or bar, it doesn’t really matter. What matters is sharp eyes and honed skills. The targets were clear. Relatively well-to-do married men. Car keys, watches, belts were some of Kelly’s biggest clues. A band on the finger usually seals the deal. All that’s left is for the fish to bite the bait.
While there may be some slow nights and some incredible devoted men, more often than not Kelly succeeds, pretending to be a little drunk and suggesting the nearby hotel.
Once in, Kelly bides her time, giving and taking, making it interesting for both parties. The count-down timer was 8 minutes. And how Kelly chooses to spend it is entirely up to her. Some patient men would be willing to take a shower first, and the 8 minutes can easily be taken up. Other more impatient will require more effort from Kelly, a little dance, a little stripping so that Kelly doesn’t have to give much ground.
At the end of the 8 minutes, the deal was done. Two men, Kelly’s partners-in-crime, enter the room, start taking pictures of what often is a half-naked couple caught in the middle of foreplay. A “distressed” Kelly may decide to cry, but an exchange of credit card details later, Kelly and her partners are often 5-digits (or more) richer, with commission due to the venue.
This time it was no different. The target was a suave man, wearing all black from head to toe. He sported a rose gold Cartier watch, LV belt and silver cufflinks. For someone in his mid-40s, he was surprisingly slim, without a hint of beer belly that troubled many men of that age. To Kelly’s delight, he was courteous and humorous, and Kelly genuinely had a good time flirting with him and convincing him to bring her somewhere private.
In the same hotel, the room given was 312, not too far from where her associates usually operate out from. The suave man was not keen to take a shower first, but instead put in the effort to seduce Kelly. Playing with Kelly’s hair, putting light kisses along her neck, Kelly knew despite everything, she would probably enjoy the next 8 minutes.
On her part, Kelly reciprocated the advances with touches of her own. After all, she had to play her role and get somewhat undressed as the 8 minutes ticked away anyway. Unlike most men she had come across however, her target seemed a perfect gentleman, unhurried in this carnal dance.
When their tongues finally met, Kelly was surprised to find herself wet with arousal. Having done the same routine so many times, she had more or less already grown accustomed to what was to come, and had little expectation of the exchange.
Snap!
“Oh crap!” Kelly thought, as her bra came undone. She got too engrossed and forgot to maintain the pace! It was certainly a step that few have ever reached, and usually through rough manhandling rather than soft seduction.
“Naughty naughty~” Kelly cooed endearingly, as she pulled away and held protectively onto the bra cups that had come loose with her left arm. The 8 minutes should have been up by now and Kelly began to wonder if there was something amiss.
Nonetheless, Kelly kept her cool and transitioned into a striptease, back-facing her target to peel off her bra in the slowest way possible, 1 strap at a time and teasingly measured. Kelly wished time could speed up, but with no luck, she reluctantly tossed her bra away, her protective arm right back across her modest breasts.
Kelly went back to her target for another teasing light kiss when the door finally burst open.
As scripted, two men each carrying a DSLR and a phone rushed into the room and began snapping away at the scene. Victory secured, Kelly acted in distress for the cameras, before reaching for her clothes and dressing backup as the shutters and flashes stopped.
It was only then Kelly noticed something most peculiar. Her target was not at all shocked and panicked like every other man was under identical circumstances. Instead, he remained where he was until the action stopped. Before saying “Surprise!” to Kelly.
It was Kelly’s turn to be astonished. She had now realised that the DSLR and camera wielding men were in fact not her associates. In fact, they appeared to be under the target’s command instead.
“My dear naive Kelly, how many times do you think you can pull off the same shit in the exact same manner?” the suave man asked, amused by Kelly’s stunned reaction.
“Would you please lock the door, my friend. I have unfinished business with my sweet, young lady here.” he calmly stated.
The sound of the locks kicking into place was the loudest sound Kelly had ever heard in her life. She knew it had just sealed her fate…
Two weeks later, Kelly found herself in the same black killer dress, her modus operandi unchanged. The only difference is that this time, the money no longer went to her coffers, but to those that had foiled her plan and made it their own.
Capricious Couple
Owen took a step back and stared at his doing, mesmerized.
It was the first time he had ever entered a girl raw. The first time he had finished inside a girl. The first time he saw how the milky liquid slowly pooled at the darkish pink base of the opening, forming an opaque droplet, before the weight of it was too much to bear and it diffused into the sheets beneath.
Owen didn’t know how long had passed as he stared. But when his wits returned, he picked up everything and left as quickly as he could. Not knowing how things have turned out this way, or what the consequences will be.
- 6 hours ago -
Owen felt liberated. Now that the exams were over, Owen and a few classmates were hanging out at a chalet. Playing cards, drinking and going out for the occasional smoke with his buddies, life was free and chill. Exactly where Owen wanted to be now that the major weight was lifted off his shoulders.
It was slated to be an-all guys affair, but the party’s attention soon narrowed when Paul walked in with his girlfriend Jen. Needless to say, all eyes were on her, even though she dressed relatively plainly, a simple black crop top and mini-shorts.
Everyone was soon having a merry time, and Paul was getting tipsy. It wasn’t the first time the bunch had been drinking together, but Paul’s signs were always the same. He started to get louder and more uncouth. The topics turned aggressively sexual and appeared to get Jen a little uncomfortable.
“Aiya what Natalie Portman, tell her lie down I sure fuck until she call me daddy ah!” Paul exclaimed proudly.
“Sure bo, don’t talk cock la Paul. Jen here also never say anything.”
“What never say anything, I tell you all ah, that time I doggy her-” *PIAK*
“Haiya! Don’t anyhow say la!” Jen quickly cut in with a vicious slap on Paul’s arm. Her cheeks flushed crimson and her demeanor unease.
“You shuddup, you shuddup. Don’t pretend la jibai. That time tell you outside got people u also moan like nobody’s business.” Paul snapped back.
“Kanina pretend pretend. Tell you all la, she actually sibei daring one. That time we go club, she jitao ask me finger her on the floor until her legs jelly ah.”
“Can you not?” Jen once again cut in, to no avail.
Owen didn’t know about the others, but while Jen sat aside fuming and exasperated, he was growing rock hard under his pants fantasizing about how Jen was getting toyed with by Paul in public.
“Come come come drink drink. Cheers!”
“Eh then Paul, what is the craziest thing you all have done before?”
“Eh, craziest thing ah? Lemme think ah… AH! Got one time we bet on dunno what la. She lose. Then say her punishment is to copy a random porn video we find. The video we find ah, jibai is the kind where the girl go seduce the delivery guy and give him a blowjob. Kanina she really do sia, fucking blew the GrabFood guy. Still come and show me his cum in her mouth after. Caojibai I really fuck her one times good one until she buyao buyao after that ah.”
Everyone stared dumbfounded at Jen after Paul’s narration. To think that beyond her girl-next-door looks she was actually this wild.
“Stare what stare? It was a bet what. The guy was handsome okay. U all think I anyhow blow people one meh.” Jen justified.
“Walan eh Paul your girlfriend sibei gaolat ah. Come drink drink…”
Owen wasn’t sure if everyone had ulterior motives, or was simply toasting Paul round after round because he was the “hero” for sharing such stuff, but Paul naturally was the first to slum onto the floor after all the “heroic” drinks.
Jen herself was getting more relaxed after all the drinking and was now herself bearing the brunt of the questions.
“Wah Jen didn’t know you so power one leh. You and Paul got fuck outdoors before or not?”
“Huh? No la, at most in his car la. Not so siao.” Jen replied. “But that was after a whole day of remote vibrator in my pussy.”
“Wah! Then eh, your blowjob skill good or not?”
“HAHA, you want to try is it. I not so stupid.” Jen scoffed.
“Aiya, you don’t dare is it?”
“Don’t dare your head la. I only blow good-looking guys one okay?” Maybe if its him I okay la.” Jen smiled sheepishly and pointing to one of Owen’s more good-looking classmates.
Before long, Jen was occupied with licking that classmate’s prick on her knees even as Paul lay slumped at the side.
Everyone looked on with arousal and some disbelief as Jen really went to work.
One of the onlookers soon broke the ranks and proceeded to touch Jen in places he really shouldn’t be. However, Jen didn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, Jen’s unspoken consent spurred others on and she was quickly being relocated to the bed and disrobed. Like a queen, she was occupying all the attention while Owen could only look on from the sidelines, not daring to participate but unwilling to lose sight even for a single second.
…
It was almost two hours later when everyone was done with the queen bee and left her in the room on the bed, naked. She had dried cum in various parts of her but simply laid there, snoring.
Now then no one is around, Owen could no longer hold back, stepping in and inserting himself into the well-used cave. That caused a slight reaction from Jen, which set alarms flaring all over Owen’s head.
Fortunately, Jen simply went back to sleep while Owen trudged along, until he finished and was mesmerized by what he had done.
Padded Problems
“What the fuck! What’s this!?” Seth spat accusingly at his girlfriend as she walked out from the changing room.
“What?” Iris innocently proclaimed.
“Oh don’t you give me that bullshit. Who are you trying to impress here?” Seth replied, his voice threateningly low.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Iris continued, feigning her innocence, tidying herself up as if nothing was amiss.
Seth already had bad vibes about all this to begin with, when Iris first mentioned that she was invited to a yacht party with her polytechnic clique which literally only has no other girls in it. He just can’t seem to shake off the feeling that these guys are just predators, much like he himself once was when he was chasing after girls. Seth couldn’t help but worry that something untoward might happen towards Iris, him, or the both of them and that nagging thought had already caused him to be in a sullen mood.
Now her girlfriend walks out from the changing room on the yacht with a new bikini that he himself had never seen before with enough paddings in her chest area that her usual, modest rack actually looks voluptuous.
With a sigh, Seth reached over violently and pulled the foam paddings from beneath Iris’ floral bikini top, much to her protest.
With the evidence in hand, Iris could only respond with a muted “None of your business, I wear whatever I want.” as she frustratingly snatched the padding back and tried her best to stuff them back in. It had taken her 10 minutes in the changing room to get them properly placed so that they wouldn’t fall off easily or be easily seen.
“Wear whatever you want? How about this then you fucking slut.”
The next few minutes were a blur. Iris only felt strong hands lift her as if she was nothing more than a child. With futile struggles she was brought to the open deck of the yacht, where everyone else in her clique was having a good time drinking and chatting.
Dumped onto the floor, tensions gripping across her chest were suddenly gone as knots were loosened in a blink of an eye. Her bottoms faced the same treatment, tossed away like dirty rags. Leaving her there bared.
Iris knew she had the attention of everyone there by now, even if the focus wasn’t on her to begin with.
A sharp pain brought Iris back to her senses as she felt Seth penetrating her from behind.
Everyone stood back and watched while Iris could only mouth her protest soundlessly, the pain seemingly having stripped the workings of her vocal chords.
Iris’ scalp was on fire as her hail was tugged backwards roughly to lift her head high. Her tits dangled with each thrust as her audience watched silently, out here in the open sea with none of her friends having any intention of coming forward to help.
“This is what you want right? To be the center of attention…”
“You want to show them your sexy and slutty side right…”
“You want all of them to cum on you right…”
Iris was a trance, an out-of-body sensation as Seth’s insults grazed her consciousness. She had no idea how things turned this badly and wished she could stay in this floaty state forever while her body is being ravaged in reality.
Unfortunately in life, we often don’t get what we wished for. A fact Iris was rudely educated on as she snapped back into reality just as Seth finished nicely over her front, a good portion landing on her face.
“She’s all yours, buddies” Seth announced as Iris lay slumped on the grainy, chiselled planks.
It was at this moment Iris realised, her nightmare has only just begun.
Warm male bodies crowded towards her, like wolves encircling weakened prey…
You Slut - I
“YOU SLUT!!!” Rick howled as he caught his girlfriend busy with another man in their bedroom.
Anger flooded Rick’s mind, leaving him incapable of rational thought. All he knew was that he had to separate the adulterous couple and he charged forward without a moment’s hesitation.
Without preparation. Without a weapon.
Unlike the scenario Rick had pictured where he would first pummel the stranger into a pulp before dealing with his lying, cheating girlfriend, Rick instead saw a fist swing in his direction and lost his balance.
Rick felt warm iron on his face and tried to get up when flesh connected with flesh once again, sending him spiraling down the steps of consciousness.
Cold, merciless water thrown harshly at Rick’s face forcefully brought him back to reality. It took Rick a few seconds before he recognized the position he was in.
Bound and helpless.
The anger had left him when he went down under, so Rick could now properly assess the situation. The man with his girlfriend was much taller and bigger than he was physically. And given the lack of clothing he could tell that he works out regularly. A huge contrast to Rick’s sedentary lifestyle.
“Now watch. This is how it’s done.” Rick heard.
And watch was all Rick could do, as the stranger commanded his petite girlfriend with absolute authority. His girlfriend was in perfect sync with him, obeying his every order without missing a beat.
“Suck me.”
“Turn around.”
“Beg me to fuck you.”
“Moan louder.”
“LOUDER!”
“Now that got your boyfriend interested. Go suck him while I fuck your ass.”
Rick didn’t even realise the erect tent that he had pitched while watching the proceedings before him. He briefly saw his girlfriend mouthing the words “I’m sorry” moments before events out of his control overtook him.
When they were done, the couple left, but not before emptying Rick’s wallet on the way out and leaving him in the same spot, immobilized.
Rick may have fantasized about his girlfriend being slutty enough one day to engage in a three-some, but not like this.
Not like this…
You Slut - Part II
“You slut.” Hazel swore under her breath as she sipped ravenously at her cup.
She had woken up in her own bed with a throbbing pain between her temples, a thirst so overwhelming it felt like it could never be quenched and sore muscles everywhere.
Worse, her best friend’s boyfriend laid naked beside her. And she really wasn’t wearing much herself either.
Hazel wished she knew what happened.
She checked her body for marks, signs of struggle, any minute hope that she was forced into it some how, some way. As if getting raped was a better alternative to knowingly betraying her confidant.
All the facts point otherwise however.
The last thing Hazel could recall was getting home a little tipsy, deciding to pop one of those white little pills her friends guaranteed her was going to give her a hella good time. Well, if she did, she couldn’t remember the “good times” for nuts, so that didn’t go so well. Instead, what’s left is a mess she had no idea how to clean up.
“Oh hey, you’ve decided to cover those pretty things up huh?” Trent walked in on her nonchalantly and gave her a nice little smack on her bottom.
Hazel completely forgot she was still only in her underwear.
“God dammit Trent, what happened here?” Hazel asked, her arms sliding across her chest, conscious of her semi-naked state. It was after all, a sight she tried to keep exclusive from males’ gazes.
“What happened here is that you’re a real sight to behold and I’m getting real excited.” Trent whispered by Hazel’s ears, tracing his fingers down both sides of Hazel’s shapely waist.
“And if you want this to stay a secret between us…” Trent’s voice trailed as Hazel felt her satin panties slide off her hips.
“… You better make me a happy man this morning.”
You Slut - Part III
“You slut!!!” Gwen squeaked in excitement as she sat across Emma in the cafe, turning a few heads in their direction.
“I know… I know, but you gotta admit that was hot as hell right.” Emma replied, taking a sip from her cappuccino. The white, frothy foam laced the top of her lips. Her simple act of licking them away with the tip of her tongue felt oddly sexually charged given the topic of discussion.
“What happened next? You have got to tell me everything.” Gwen purred, her own coffee barely touched.
“Well to be honest, I think we barely had any idea what was going to happen. But once things were in motion, they were kind of hard to stop.” Emma continued. “First came the complete silence as shock hit them. Vince mentioned that they just stared as I stripped completely and waded into the mini pool nonchalantly. As my body went out of sight into the water, their gaze redirected towards Vince, as if asking for permission. Vince said he winked, and just like that a spell seemed to be lifted as they started cheering and wolf whistling.”
“Oh my god! How did it feel? Being naked in front of your boyfriends’ friends?”
“I’ll admit there was a ton of hesitation, but once I did it, it was arousing as fuck. You could tell that they wanted me, wanted my body but were holding themselves back because Vince was there.”
“Did you sleep with all of them?”
“Well, initially no. That wasn’t part of the plan you see. The plan was only to have everyone skinny dipping together. Kind of a see-no-touch thing.” Emma narrated, her blood pumping as she recalled the events of that day. Emma could see that Gwen was likewise excited, a sparkle in her eyes as she listened patiently.
“Then Vince decided, completely spontaneously, to start touching me in the water. To touch me in places that I liked. To touch me while everyone was watching.”
“Oh shit…”
“Yeah damned. It was such a huge turn-on for me I couldn’t resist so I touched him back. So basically we were just out in the pool jerking each other off while everyone else watched.”
“And then? And then?”
“Then some fucker decided to join in. And asked ‘May I?’ AFTER he was already kneading my boobs.”
“No way…”
“Yeah well, neither Vince nor me went ahead and stopped him. So apparently that was the signal for everyone else too and well, let’s just say that I was pretty much manhandled afterwards.”
“Aww man you lead the most exciting life Emma!”
“You could too Gwen, you could too. If you wanted. But here’s the best part. After everyone was done with me, whenever Vince absences himself for whatever reason, a smoke, a shower, throwing the thrash, etc. His motherfucker friends would take advantage of me. It’s like one guy would jio him for a smoke outside and the next moment one of his other friends has his hand tugging on my panties.”
Slowing to a whisper, Emma uttered as softly as possible, “And Vince has no idea! I don’t even know whether to tell him yet. I guess it really depends on what happens the next time I see his friends again.”
“Urgh! I’m pretty sure I’m drenched below if I checked. But really Emma, what I am most curious is, why would Vince agree to something like that?” Gwen asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Oh that’s simple enough. It was my condition in order for me to agree to a threesome.” Emma replied calmly.
“A WHAT!?” Gwen yelped in surprise, causing a few heads to turn once again. “You agreed to that! With who?”
“Funny you should ask Gwen. With you of course! Well, he wanted to fuck me and my friend. So I wanted to fuck his friends too. Seems only fair?” Emma teased. Her lips twisting into a sly grin, her eyes perfectly serious…
…
“After all, you did mention that you wanted an exciting life right…?”
You Slut - Part IV
“You slut~” I purred as Zoe stepped into the hotel room, the heavy door slowly closing behind her.
Zoe was in a gorgeous black dress, with a V-cut up front deep enough for men to stare without realising and a slit at the side high enough for a glimpse of heaven. On black stilettos, she was a sight to behold.
“And how am I a slut?” Zoe replied quizzically. The amusement not lost on her face as she approached.
“Well, lady. I’ve just met you less than 30 minutes ago, and now you’re in my hotel room ready for me. If that’s not a slut, I don’t know what is…” I narrated as I embraced her, hands politely resting at her waist, slowly exploring southwards. “Besides, I’m sure you loved the male attention at the bar that you were getting.”
“Mm-hmm it was nice indeed, stranger” Zoe muttered, as I lifted one side of her dress off her shoulder.
Our lips met as I took in deep breaths of her. It heightened my arousal as I heard soft moans escape her lips. Focused, I soon peeled her slick outfit off her, leaving Zoe in her black lace panties, matching black heels and likewise black nipple patches.
“Braless slut eh?”
“The dress wouldn’t allow it.” came the quick reply.
“Alright, keep the panties on, I wanna show the world the true slut you are.”
Nudging Zoe towards the window, I peeled the blinds open, show her off with nothing except her lacy, black panties. She winced a little at the cold when her nipples are hard-pressed onto the glass, giving anyone watching our way a nice view.
“Oh my god, I feel so slutty!” Zoe moaned as I explored her cave with curious fingers while her undies restrained her at her knees, forcing her knees together while her feet remained apart, a considerably off-balanced position. Littering kisses on the back of her neck, Zoe was getting louder and ostensibly wetter at the stimulation.
“There’s someone looking straight at us over there now!” I whispered in Zoe’s ears.
That really did the trick as Zoe started yelling hoarsely, experiencing her first mini-peak of the night.
“Fuck me. Fuck me now.” Zoe asked urgently.
“Louder, ask me louder. Tell me how much you want that guy to see you getting fucked!!!” I shouted back.
“JUST FUCK ME! FUCK ME FAST AND HARD NOWWW”
That kind of stimulation was too much for me too, as I couldn’t help myself but plunge in deep into Zoe, shoving into her repeatedly until I was done.
…
“You know, we should really do this more than once a year.” I uttered when we were both spent and resting on the bed.
“Well, it’s an anniversary-special for a reason darling. Besides, if you’ve recovered well enough, we could call for some room-service where I seduce the waiter and let you fuck my brains out again for that slutty behavior…”
You Slut - Part V (last)
“You SLUTTTTT!” Holt bellowed at the clip he was watching on his phone.
Here he was, enjoying his much sought after me-time at home, taking a breather and enjoying the peace and quiet, without the wife, without the kids. And now his life just turned upside down.
-Two minutes ago-
After much deliberation, Holt had finally chosen a movie on Netflix and pressed the play button. Settling into his sofa before his 50-Inch QLED screen, life had finally allowed him some space and time to relax.
And damned if he wasn’t looking forward to it.
For once his wife decided to ferry the kids to tuition (instead of him) and go for her own yoga or spin or whatever class she was going that required her to wear those fancy lululemon’s. Holt didn’t care. Holt only cared about the oh-so-precious little space and time that was truly his. Not his wife’s, not his kids’.
Before the opening credits could even finish, his phone buzzed and lit up on the coffee table.
A message from the wifey, his phone explained. Clicking into it, a blurry thumbnail of a barely-dressed woman with hair obscuring her face popped-up. It took a few seconds for the clip to load, but when it did finish loading, its contents were damning.
The woman in the picture, as it turned out, was Holt’s wife. Her hair was hanging in front of her face as she deepthroated whoever was filming the scene. Only when she released and came up for air did her distinct features show. It was helpful that she swiped away her hair instinctively, like most women do when hair was blocking vision.
“What the fuck? Are you videoing me? Stop that!” Holt heard his wife say to the man behind the camera.
Anger raced through Holt’s bloodstream and he shouted at the top of his voice at the medium that brought the message.
Despair followed as the world Holt knew began to crumble.
Somehow Holt managed to notice that despite the clearly unfaithful act, his wife still had her sports bra and tights on. Hope sprung in him that perhaps that was the extent of his wife’s infidelity.
The pictures that followed proved Holt wrong.
A picture with one bra-strap slid off came through, followed by another with 1 full boob showing, followed by the wife completely topless and more showing the gradual undressing until she was naked and at whoever-the-guy-was’s mercy.
Next came a video of the wifey fingering herself and asking to be fucked.
Then more pictures of wifey worshipping the prick before her. Video of the wife moaning as she was being fucked, her boobs bouncing at the impact of each thrust.
Holt was furious, hard and unable to stop himself from opening up each video. For all he knew, his wife would never have allowed herself to be caught on screen in any state of undress. And yet here his wife was posing for these shots (albeit she probably didn’t know they were going to be sent to him) and willingly letting himself be filmed in these sexual acts.
They were incredibly arousing and so fundamentally wrong.
“Here’s what your slutty wife deserves” captioned the photo where the wifey was on her knees, her face partially covered in white slime.
“Oh and I explored new territory today. You can ask her all about it” came up the follow-up text.
…
Holt sat on his sofa flabbergasted when the messages finally stopped coming in. Instead, each message and video were beginning to get deleted one by one from the chat to Holt’s horror.
Should he confront his wife…? Or fuck her brains out for it…? Holt doesn’t know. What he does know is that a hard, erect tent was pitched in his pants the whole time…