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Context for excitement or easy filtering. Everything I share is true because my biggest turn on is real, authentic stories. Writing, reading sharing is my porn. I write hard, pause to stroke and enjoy discussions.
i was married, bored and sex felt like just another shitty fight so I turned a FB flirt into a daily exchange of dirty thoughts, orders and pics.
States away she used the safety in distance to embrace being a slut. Phone calls in public begging to cum, photos at precise times, pics of her wearing what I asked, spread, filled, plugged.
We finally met a few times but on the third time I had an intense desire to see how dirty a whore she really was.
She met me at baggage claim, the first thing I asked was what she was in that moment. Made her repeat that she was my needy aching fucktoy until I liked the way she said it.
Told her to prove it by slowly teasing her clit through her dress. She paused, laughed, thinking it was a dirty joke. I said nothing until she got real quiet then softly asked her what she was. What that meant… then told her to reach down and very slowly tease.
She stood there for 10 minutes grind. I changed my tone to light banter while she turned red.
In the parking lot I made her strip, to show me how she had played with herself. Describe honestly how it felt.
In the car she told me how nervous she was, then how “actually” slut it made her feel, used and mad at herself for doing it. This married, strong, powerful woman. That she was completely turned off until the last minutes, the way I mostly ignored her looking for luggage but knowing she couldn’t stop without permission.
Said she went from ashamed slutty to feeling utterly used and free.
Embarrassed again soaking through her dress, realizing she’d started going faster.
She sucked my cock, teased herself, begged as we drove. I pulled into a parking lot and gave her 1 minute to lube her asshole. I fucked her ass hard over another car until I was balls deep and she begged for me to cum and yes would suck my cock after.
It was a long night, perhaps I’ll detail the rest another time but the highlights are throwing away her panties, begging me to fuck her cunt with a bottle then fuck her throat. In a stall, with guys listening.
Words written on her just barely covered by her dress. Lots of talk about how she felt, admitting to craving it, needing to be punished for it, how intense it was to really used.
I came inside her, my belt was binding her wrists and her ass was plugged but denied her. Made her lick each drop then massage my back.
She whimpered but didn’t beg, she asked if she could lick my asshole, her first, hoping her being such a dirty slut changed my mind.
I sent her home drenched and bruised and needy and speckled in cum.
She texted me she hated me and now could she cum. A laugh was her answer
The next day she apologized and said she couldn’t stop thinking about being used and she didn’t care if she came, she wanted more.
The contrast of her daily persona and depth of filthy need was what made it so hot.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6uvm7m/mf_when_the_need_to_see_just_how_slutty_strikes