I’ve always been a slut [MMFMM]

I’ve always been a slut. It’s as much a part of me as my blood type or eye colour. I’m not sure if it’s the thrill of all the attention, the delicious agony of being used or the pure physical hedonism of sex. And it doesn’t really matter.

Men have looked at me since I first hit puberty. I suppose every girl experiences that to a certain extent. The difference perhaps, is that I have loved it since the moment it started. Sometimes it’s a flutter in my stomach or a sly smile to myself as they pass by. As I got older, it became rushing home to touch myself after a moment of shared eye contact. I couldn’t let the buzz of being physically appreciated go unnoticed. Getting myself off to the thought of seducing perfect strangers and friends alike was fun, but it never dulled the desire. If anything, my daily fantasies were only encouraged. Don’t get me wrong; I have standards, just no shame.

My imagination grew out of control, and I had mentally fucked every reasonably attractive guy that I knew. Anyone interesting that passed me on my commute, the hot guys from work, new friends, old friends – each one of them had been inside me. Each one of them had jostled the others out of the way to taste me.

That was why I was so happy when I met him. He had a filthy mind that even managed to rival mine. He didn’t quite know when his voyeuristic tendencies started, but nothing made him harder than watching a cock-hungry woman lose herself in pleasure. Servicing herself with countless men, loving every moment, desperate for each new experience. You can perhaps see why I was immediately infatuated with him. Alex. I said his name every time I pleasured myself. Moaned it into my pillow, let it echo through the bathroom, the showerhead steady on my clit.

On this particular occasion, we had decided to go for drinks. I knew exactly the night I was in for when I saw he had laid out some clothes for me. From here on out, he would lead through the night. I would have to trust that he would satisfy me one way or another. Slipping into a dress and ankle boots, I didn’t fail to notice that he hadn’t left me out any underwear. I smirked, half-hoping the dress fabric would mop up any of my excitement, half-hoping everyone would see. I pinned my hair the way he liked it. Thick and wild, but just tamed enough that it wouldn’t get in the way. That wouldn’t last long. The ritual of becoming more desirable for him and other men made my hands tremble as I got ready. Even from these early moments of preparation, my body was on fire. He knew I would explode from the slightest touch. That didn’t stop him.

His strong hands caressed my inner thighs in the back of the cab. He smiled at me knowingly and let me nuzzle into his arm. We inhaled each other, all the while his fingers tracing closer and closer. He wouldn’t touch me there yet. He was just making sure I was ready. I was always ready with him.

When we arrived, we got a round of drinks. I enjoyed the slow loss of my inhibitions. Drink granted me the alibi to be the real me. My overzealous flirting would be excused. I could start with giggles and playful pawing and see where I ended up. I loved the way he studied me when I did this. He saw every glint in my eye, every arch of my back – he knew my every desire. After surveying the room, and watching me polish off another drink, he suddenly stared straight past me. I didn’t need to turn to know what he had seen. Three regulars, one of whom I had tactically struck up a silly conversation with at the bar, were sat together in a booth just shy of the dance-floor. I’d noticed the stranger had perfect teeth and spent almost the entire time wondering what my nipples would feel like between them. Alex’s words cut through my daydream.

“Go.”

I uncross my legs and spread them just wide enough to give him a view of my neat pussy before getting up. His eyes trailed up and down my body, and I knew that would have stirred the thick cock that he’d stuffed into a slim-fit suit. I’m sure plenty of other girls would take notice of him before the end of the night, and the knowledge that they fantasied about him got me even wetter than before. I can’t describe how his gaze made me swell with anticipation. Giddy, but obedient, I got up and made my way to the dance-floor, swinging my hips out more than was decent. My wetness had already made its way down my thighs, allowing my upper legs to slip effortlessly against one another.

I made immediate eye contact with the guy from the bar. He’d confidently introduced himself as Tom and I approached his table with the same conviction. Placing my palms flat on the table and bending practically in half, the whole table got a perfect view down my top of my naked breasts. Tom was the only one who managed to be somewhat covert with his ogling. Smirking, I asked if I could join them, because “Tom and I are old buddies”. They shuffled up to let me join them, and when Sam went to get another round, he re-joined the booth at the end. I was sandwiched between them, acutely aware of Alex watching from across the room. Was he proud of his slut yet?

We talked, laughed, and touched. They all wanted me. I could feel it. They’d already thought about completing their own disgusting fantasies with me in their head. I’d exchanged a dirty smile with each of them. I worked them like this for a half hour, before catching sight of Alex and knowing that now was the time to up the ante. Enough with subtle hands on their thighs, and feeling my nipples harden at the sight of Tom’s teeth. I pleaded with them to dance with me.

Jack was the best, but I was really only interested in feeling their bodies grind against mine. It didn’t take long to make all of them hard. I pushed the curves of my body into each of them. They took turns in holding my hips, grabbing my waist and pressing themselves against me. At least they knew how to share. And suddenly he was there – introducing himself to them, barely acknowledging me. He starts to talk into their ears. They stare at me in disbelief. I stare back defiantly, still moving my body to the waves of music. Still running my hands over the nearest body. Still feeling someone’s erection pressing into my back. Smiles find the lips of every boy in the group. They nod. It’s on.

We get back to Sam’s place, and immediately help ourselves to beers. I make sure to bend over nice and low whilst I’m getting them out of the fridge. Low enough that whoever might be watching can see my round ass and glistening pussy on display. Who am I kidding? They are all watching me. I run my hand up my dress and touch my wetness for the first time. I rub my finger around the rims of the beer bottles and hand them out whilst licking the last of my juices off my finger. That ought to do it. They mostly just stare and finally the silence is broken by Alex announcing that he’s going to crash for the night. He takes his beer into the next room. The others take this as permission.

The natural leader, Tom gestures for me to sit on his lap. I do so, with the other two sat eagerly on either side. I kiss him deeply for the first time and hope the taste of my pussy is still strong in my mouth. He’s a good kisser, deep and eager and thank fuck – he likes to bite. I moan into his mouth and I know I’m soaking through his trousers. I suggest that we take them off so as not to ruin them further. He doesn’t need telling twice. The others don’t need telling at all. I return to kissing him, my tongue exploring further and further. His hard cock is rubbing the entrance to my slit and our combined excitement is making a slippery warm mess. I pull away and kiss the other two in turn. They smell and taste so different. This is the thought that finally pushes me over the edge. I reposition myself and let his cock glide into me. This is the tightest I will be for the rest of the night – I hope he enjoys it.

I ride Tom gently at first, telling him how good his cock feels, how wet I was for him, how hard I plan to make them all cum. By this time, Jack has pulled down my dress and has my breasts in his mouth. Sam is squeezing and rubbing my ass, guiding my rhythm as I plant myself on Tom over and over. I moan and sigh loudly, knowing that Alex is listening in the next room. He’s probably recording it for later too. But soon my mind is overcome by a different sensation. Sam is flicking a moistened finger over my tiny pink asshole, and has finally mustered up the courage to slip it all the way in. An involuntary noise erupts from my throat. That’s how Alex will know that my ass is getting some attention.

Knowing that Tom will probably be close, I carefully climb off and kneel in front of Jack. His cock is huge and bulging and I can’t wait to feel it in my throat. I take it hungrily in my mouth whilst on all fours, and feel Sam (at least, I think it’s Sam) come up behind me. As I sloppily service the massive erection in front of me, I feel it. Sam reaches down to my sopping pussy and pulls up enough of my wetness to lube my ass. He sucks the rest off his fingers and then grabs my hair. Pulling firmly, he rams his cock into my ass. I’m such a filthy whore. I dirty talk to myself in my own head – unable to do so out loud due to the thick cock wedged firmly in my throat. Tom seems to enjoy the show too, stroking his cock and eyeing me hungrily. I suddenly need him inside me too. My pussy is aching and empty.

My mouth dripping with my own saliva and Jack’s pre-cum, I stop sucking dick long enough to invite Tom onto the floor. We stop to adjust ourselves. Tom’s hard, hot cock is inside me first, pumping hard, and then he stops for a second. I am dripping by this point, which makes the second cock approaching my pussy easier to slide in alongside Tom’s. I don’t even know whose it is. They thrust together, and I cry out in total ecstasy. I am stretched; two cocks in my slutty little hole.

“Fuck, yes.” I moan, as a thumb meets my asshole. I let them know how I love the feeling of both their cocks inside me. What a whore I am for letting two perfect strangers bareback me. This spurs them on more. I can feel my orgasm building, and I want to stave it off for as long as possible. Readjusting once again, Jack lies down and I sit on his face, my pussy gaping from the total abuse from his friends. He hungrily laps at my clit and as I look up from him, I find myself kneeling in front of both Sam and Tom. Their cocks are still wet from my pussy and I go to town cleaning them both up. I switch between hands, sucking them dutifully in turn and sometimes together. I can just not get enough. They can tell that from my eyes whilst I look up at them both. Is Alex watching? I don’t even care.

Once again, my orgasm builds. My body feels warm, my pussy swollen from attention. I could explode right now, but I know how I want to cum. Changing position for the final time, Jack sits back on the sofa and I sit down on him hard. He has the biggest cock of them all and it fills me in ways I didn’t think possible. I throw back my head, smile and moan, so close to coming right there and then. I bounce on it, slamming our flesh together and gritting my teeth. Sam had clearly been thinking about fucking my tight ass since he met me in the club. He slips into it so easily, and grunts in approval. Finally, Tom climbs up to keep his cock level with my mouth. I take it eagerly and suck more urgently. Too urgently.

His hot, salty cum coats the back of my throat and I pull back just enough that the last spurt hits my lips and chin. The taste of it, combined with the tightness of having my ass and pussy fucked at the same time, is too much. My orgasm pours over me, the warmth radiating out to my toes. My pussy spasms and with it my asshole puckers around Sam’s pulsing cock. I can tell both the boys can feel my tight holes playing with them, as I scream that I’m cumming. On cue, they both release their loads into me and I savour every drop. We collapse and I laugh. So close to being content. Full of cum and freshly spent. The boys make their excuses one by one, and make their way to separate bedrooms to sleep. I’m deliriously happy with their performance and I kiss them each goodnight.

Soon, my ears prick at the sound of a door opening, but I’m too exhausted to lift my head. I know it’s Alex, coming to finish the job. He’s already rock hard and the tip of his perfect cock is shiny with pre-cum. No doubt he’s been stroking it to the sound of my rhythmic moans and screams. Without a word, he climbs on top of me and slides it into my stretched pussy – still filled with the cum of another man. He reaches for my throat.

“You fucking slut.” He growls. He stares me down, steely blue eyes burning into me. I feel my pussy tighten around him, as he fucks me hard and slow. His hand tightens around my neck.

“Open your mouth, you whore,”

I oblige. He spits into it immediately, his saliva more delicious than any cum I’ve ever had the pleasure to taste. I know I’m close and so does he.

“Cum for me.” He orders into my ear. Oh fuck. I’m there.

As I feel his thrusts quicken, I eagerly take my last load of the evening. I cum hard and for what seems like minutes, my pussy milking his quivering cock. Every muscle contracts and relaxes. Every inch of me comes alive.

We lie there for a while in silence, catching our breath. He pulls his face up from having it buried in my neck and it breaks into a smile. He kisses me so tenderly, that I barely feel it.

“Good girl.” He mummers. “My perfect little slut.”

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