From Christian to Slut 18 [FM]

Well I guess every story has a beginning and here is mine.
Sorry if this first one isn’t super great.
I [18F] was in the beginning of my last year of HS and life was feeling impossibly hard. You see, to the rest of the world we were the perfect family and I was the perfect daughter. I had straight A’s and I led bible study. My family was the quintessential Hallmark family. Unfortunately , the family reputation didn’t align with reality. It didn’t explain how my parents expected me to be perfect and how they were verbally abusive to me. It didn’t highlight the overbearing criticisms of every mistake that I made. It didn’t show how my mom told me that she wished I had cancer instead of my sister. It didn’t display how both of my parents said that I had the body of whore and prohibited me from going to a public gym, be a cheerleader anymore, or participate in anything besides church, school, or work.

But eventually strict parents just teach you to be creative and I had the internet. So, from chat room after chat room I went. The guys there taught me a lot and I was constantly craving for more. While in one of the chat rooms, I met a guy that knew how to push my buttons. He also happened to be local. He sent over porn links to show me what he wanted to do with me. Of course I did not really know how to respond but I liked when he called me a “good girl”. So when he asked to meet up I asked where , and I logged off.
The next night I went back to the same chat site and talked to the same guy. Unlike the past times, this time my parents were not home and wouldn’t be for a few days. I was feeling brave. I had never even kissed a boy so I asked him if we could kiss.

Dave [28M] gave me the name of a bar he liked to hang out at after work and told me to meet him there. I was sweaty and nervous, my heart pounded, but I was excited and incredibly ready to do this. I truly just wanted to kiss him and maybe hold hands – MAYBE. (i wish I was joking). So I put on the cutest outfit that I could find. I was wearing simple panties and light pink bra (I never thought he would see them), a deep v neck shirt, and a tight pair of leggings (that he had requested). Freshly showered and extremely nervous, I headed out to meet him at the bar.

As I pulled into the parking lot I almost had a breakdown, but part of me wanted it so bad. I couldn’t turn back. So I parked and I waited. Suddenly, there was a tap on my window. I looked over and part of me screamed inside. What the hell am I doing? Looking back now, it is obvious why this guy was so excited to meet. Dave was in visibly disheveled and wearing dirty clothes. I’d guess that he had just gotten off of work. Dave opened the door outside the club/bar that I wasn’t even old enough to be in. He smelled of stale alcohol and cigarettes, but I couldnot back out now. I turned to him and looked him over. Dave was a bit overweight , smelly, his teeth were stained yellow. Despite all of this, I just wanted to kiss. He said hi to me and lunged forward. In that instant….my very first kiss was over and he began pawing at my chest. I could not believe where I was and what was happening but I knew that I did not want it to stop.

Dave looked me in my eyes and said “Fuck sarah you are such a slut for coming here. You are hot as hell”. With that I was hooked. He yanked my hair back and I yelped. Dave, then he went to licking on my neck. His breath was not good, but I didn’t care. I felt something that I had not before and it was making me very wet and incredibly confused. Dave then put my hand on his cock. He looked at me and said “Pull it out bitch, be my good girl” (It’s like he knew exactly what to say).

I pulled his cock out of his pants and it was rock hard even if it was only 3-4 inches long. It was the first cock I had ever seen in person. The first time I had a cock in my hand. I was overwhelmed and I just stared at it. He did not have the patience for that. He told me to lick it then forced my head down on his lap. “Be a good girl” he said. I did as he said. The smell was pungent, but each lick made me happier and more horny. After a bit of licking ,he told me to open my mouth and to open it wide.

He held my head down on his cock and thrusted into my mouth. In and out , in and out. “Fuck! Take it you slut”. I was no longer Sarah the good Christian, no , now I was something else. I was Dave’s personal slut and toy.

He pushed my head down all the way as he thrusted harder and faster. As quickly as it started, he moaned really loud and his cock’s veins got engorged and it’s shaft began to pulse on cadence and filled my mouth with warm salty cum- to this day, it is smallest load I’ve had a guy shoot. He yanked my head up and looked at me. “You are such a fucking slut, you will be doing this more often”.

He asked me to hand him my phone as he pulled his pants back up. He grabbed it and typed in his number. He then looked at me and slapped me. “Go home and strip, make yourself completely smooth and send a picture or two”. He claimed he had to meet with someone and jumped out of the car after he handed me back my phone with his number saved in it.

I looked at him leave in shock. I had still never held hands with a boy, but now I had done things my parents would kill me for, things Jesus would kill me for (I thought). I stared at his number for a few minutes, deleted it, and then drove home confused and in tears.

But when I got home up to my room I felt something. The wetness between my legs was soaking through my otherwise plain white panties. I spent the next hour watching porn until I built up the courage to head to the shower to shave down.

I must have taken 100 different pictures before I was ready to share. I grabbed my phone and typed in the number I had deleted but was confident I had memorized. I attached the best pic I had taken hit send and waited with excitement.

Minutes later I had gotten the response I had been eager to get. It simply read “Who is this?”.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12dl456/from_christian_to_slut_18_fm