SHE USED TO BE A SLUT [mf] [oral] [swallow] [mast]

Adrienne was a wild one. In high school, she used to charge $20 for a blowjob behind the bleachers. She got so popular that she had to take reservations. Five a day was her max. There was only so much cum she could swallow. From time to time, she’d see one of her teachers — they’d give her the universal hand signal she had invented. The first time it happened, she was totally caught off guard. How had he known the signal? Curious, she nodded him on and after class, she approached, cautiously.

“So,” she whispered. “I have a free period in an hour.”

“Okay,” he said, pretending he was too busy grading a paper on his desk.

“Bleachers,” she whispered.

He nodded and she left.

Sure enough, he showed up. Took his cock out and got the blowjob of his life. He grabbed her pigtails as he grunted and exploded into her mouth. His load was thick and tasted like a mixture of salt water and pineapple juice. She swallowed it with no hesitation.

“That was a huge load,” she whispered.

“Yeah, well, … when you’ve been married as long as I have …”

He handed her a fifty dollar bill and said he’d seen her in a few days. As he walked off, she suddenly felt a great sadness for him. Was that what marriage was like? After a while, you just become roommates? How sad. She didn’t want that for herself, and so in that very moment, she vowed that she would stay single forever.

Adrienne had a few girlfriends who were also big into the slut scene and when she told them about the teacher who came by for a visit, they all felt the same sadness. Adrienne proposed a “Forever Slut Club.” They’d stay single forever. They’d be lifelong sluts. And they would never fall into the miserable trap of a relationship.

But kids are kids and by the time Adrienne was in college, everyone around her was pressuring her to give up the slut life and find one person. She wasn’t sure it was for her, though. She didn’t like spending time with just one person. She didn’t have just ONE friend. Why only have just ONE partner? She had friends she went to the gym with and friends she went on hikes with. There were friends she only ate sushi with and there were friends who got coffee with her and did homework on the campus green. Why only have one partner? Where was the fun in that?

Over time, though, the pressure of society got to her to conform. She tried the whole open relationship thing, but unless you can find an equally openminded partner, they don’t work. And she never quite found that partner. After college, she wallowed in a deep depression for many years. Her parents urged her to settle down. Colleagues urged her to do the same. Friends told her if she fucked on the first date, she’d never find a partner. She’d just be a slut.

A slut! But that’s what she always wanted to be.

Adrienne got on the phone and dialed up her old Forever Slut Club friends, whom she hadn’t spoken with in years. Where were they? What were they doing with their lives? Of the five, one was married and pregnant, two were engaged, one was in a relationship and expected a proposal soon. And then, there was Adrienne.

“What ever happened to the FSC?” She asked.

The girls all laughed—fond memories, they joked.

“But like, don’t you miss those days?” Adrienne asked.

Silence. One said sort of, the rest said no. Adrienne didn’t believe them. She believed they were trying to convince themselves to embrace a lifetime of conformity.

After some time, Adrienne met someone. He was sweet, hung, and the sex was good. And he was on a timeline, thanks to his parents. They wanted grandkids, and even though he wasn’t sure how he felt about that whole life, he felt compelled to go along with it. Begrudgingly. Because of that, Adrienne found him to be endearing. She told him of the Forever Slut Club and how she enjoyed the freedom to explore and sleep around. She told him of her one friend theory and how marriage didn’t make sense to her. He tried to see it from her point of view, but over time, she realized he was just like everyone else.

To make matters worse, just as her teacher had foreshadowed, a lifetime of monogamy was indeed depressing. After a while, the sex slowed down. He didn’t care for her “award winning blowjobs.” He didn’t want anything. They didn’t snuggle. They didn’t have kinky sex. He proposed in the least romantic way possible. It was just sort of like, so are we gonna do this thing or what? She shrugged and said fine. And then that night, she went outside for a walk, sat on a bench and sobbed.

They got married a year later. She was honest with him. She missed being free. She missed being a slut. She wanted to fuck other people. He was stunned. He said, “I thought I was enough for you!” She said, “How could you think that when we haven’t had sex in six months? Just last week, I tried to give you a blowjob and you waved me off because you were watching a TV show! What the hell?”

He shrugged and walked off.

Months turned to years. They had sex a few times because both sets of parents were eager for grandkids. She had a kid, even though she didn’t really want one. He pushed for another—not because he wanted one, but because society says single kids are weird, books say kids need siblings, and most of all … his parents wanted more grandkids!

Adrienne called up her old FSC girls and asked how they were doing. Two were divorced. One was in the process of divorcing. She said, “I think it’s high time we get the band back together.”

That night, she went to the dinner table and told her husband she was divorcing him. “There’s nothing you can say that will change my mind,” she said as she walked away. He didn’t even bother to fight.

A few weeks later, she downloaded Tinder. Her bio was simple: “Recently divorced. ISO a good time.”

She was bombarded with messages. See, Adrienne was stunning. She was a tall, thin blonde with C cup breasts and a cute little butt. She did yoga and pilates. She was athletic looking, had freckles and green eyes that you could see from space. And she was fashionable as fuck.

The divorce paperwork was signed. She rented an apartment, went shopping the next day and loaded it up in her bohemian chic style. It was a comfortable fuck palace. And that’s exactly what she intended to make it.

Her first date was with a man who was also recently divorced. He cried the entire time.

“Jesus CHRIST, Roger,” Adrienne said. “You are free, man. Unless you’re crying tears of joy, gimme a freaking break. When was the last time you got a blowjob?”

“A blowjob?” He asked, wiping tears away. “Um … maybe … six months ago?”

“Six months ago,” she said, shaking her head. “Come with me.”

Adrienne escorted Roger outside and into the back seat of her Chevy Tahoe. She smiled as she unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. She was practically salivating at the sight of it. The only time she’d seen a cock in the last few years was when she showered with her husband. And they only ever showered together if they were in a hurry.

“Here we go,” she said, mostly to herself as she put a virtual stranger’s cock into her mouth. He was rock hard. She struggled and forced him deeper and deeper into her throat. Her eyes watered. Saliva coated him. She stroked his wet cock, humming with delight as she bobbed her head up and down, slurping, gagging, and occasionally giggling.

Roger arched back and spread his legs, enjoying this moment.

“That feels so good,” he whispered.

Adrienne looked up to him and smirked as she gagged and winked at him.

“I want to swallow your cum,” she whispered.

He nodded and began to pump his cock into her mouth and she slurped and ran her tongue up and down his shaft. In no time, he popped, nutting into her throat. She gulped him down with ease and then wiped her chin and tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped him up.

“Who *are* you?” Roger asked.

“I’m a slut,” she said with a huge smile on her face.

They headed back into the bar, had a few more drinks and then said their goodbyes. He got into his car and drove home with a huge smile his face.

Adrienne, meanwhile, went to the bar and ordered a glass of champagne.

“Celebrating something?” The bartender asked.

“Mm-hmm,” she said. “I feel like I’m finally myself again.”

She glanced down to her left hand at the tan line from her wedding ring. The bartender poured himself a glass of champagne, too.

“Cheers,” he said.

They clinked glasses.

“So,” he said. “Who is the real you?”

“Well,” she said. “Marriage was never for me. I’m a lot happier when I can … move around, you know?”

“I get it,” he said. “I’m Kyle.”

“Adrienne,” she said.

They shook hands. She asked when he got off work. He said not until closing time. But if she wanted to meet him in the bathroom …

“On it,” she said as she chugged her flute of champagne and headed off in a hurry. Kyle called over his colleague and said he was taking a ten minute break and he dipped out, too.

The two of them walked into the restroom and locked the door behind themselves. She pushed him onto the toilet and hiked up her dress. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She straddled him and rode him. His cock was huge. Her pussy was tight. And dripping wet.

“God, I missed this,” she said as she leaned in and nibbled on Kyle’s ear. He moaned as he grasped his hands around her hips and guided her up and down slowly.

“You feel so good. Your pussy is crazy tight.”

She stood up and spun around, bending over. Kyle stood up and pushed his cock into her pussy, fucking her from behind. He reached out and grabbed her ponytail and yanked on it. She arched up, moaning as he pressed himself into her.

“Harder!” She shouted.

He grunted and pumped, fucking her as hard as he could.

“FASTER!” She shouted. “Finger my asshole!”

He spat onto her asshole and pressed a finger into it.

“Yessss,” she moaned as he fingered his asshole and fucked her pink cunt. “Do it, just like that!”

Adrienne reached down with her right hand and rubbed her clit as he slid in and out of her. Her pussy was creamy and dripping. She’d been so horny for so long.

“Call me a fucking slut,” she begged.

“You’re such a fucking slut. And I love it. I love it!”

Her knees started to tremble as he fucked her and fingered her. She rubbed her clit faster and faster, shaking, trembling.

“I’m gonna cum,” she whispered quietly.

When she did finally cum, she collapsed onto the bathroom floor. Kyle grabbed her and guided her down softly as she squirmed and moaned and kept rubbing her clit until she collapsed.

“Cum in my mouth,” she begged.

Kyle pressed his creamy cock into her mouth and fucked her throat until her mascara ran. She never took her eyes off of him. She pulled her top down, exposing her perfect C cup breasts. Her nipples were rock hard. She had a perfect body. She pressed her tits together and moaned as he jammed his cock into her mouth.

“I’m cumming!” He grunted.

She began to nod excitedly. And then, he exploded, ejaculating into her mouth. His cum was thick and heavy. It splashed down her throat and coated her tongue in jizz. She slurped and sucked on the head of his cock, pulling out every last drop of jizz.

“Let me see it,” he said.

Adrienne held her mouth open and showed him her mouth, full of cum.

“Swallow,” he said.

She gulped it down with ease and held her hands out. He grabbed them and helped her up. They went to the bathroom and freshened up.

“See you out there,” Kyle said as he opened the door and walked back to the bar. As the door closed, Adrienne looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.

“Slut Club forever,” she whispered to herself as she texted her girlfriends the words FSC.

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