A stupid slut challenge [MF]

This story is a work of fiction, and dedicated to a very sexy redditor who knows who she is.

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Sleepily, you stirred from your ever so comfortable bed at your usual waking time of 1:00pm to the familiar buzzing of your phone in the nightstand beside you. 

Groaning from the long night and the unfortunate timing of your phone, you roll and thrash about your bed, struggling to find a new comfortable position in which to fall back asleep, as yet another buzz emanates from the black rectangular box you once loved and have learned to loathe.

Unable to continue ignoring it, you sigh as you roll back toward the nightstand, swiping from the nightstand as you try to make out the screen. 

“Good morning, baby girl” the first text reads, followed by a second. “You’re familiar with /r/stupidslusclub right? Ever done one of the challenges?”

Hazily, while still collecting your morning thoughts, you respond back. “No, although I’ve thought about it. I don’t think most of those stories are really real, but it’s hot to read about.”

“Good. Well, I have a challenge of my own for you to do. Think of it more like… a mission. You’d be a very good girl for Sir if you complete it. What do you say? Want to hear what it is?” 

Mulling it over, and deciding you’ve slept in far too late already, you decide to leave Sir to his little fantasies while you shower and do your usual morning ritual. As the hot water flows over your body, you can’t help but wonder what he has in mind. Thinking of all the slutty possibility begins to make you wet, and the urge to move the shower head over to more strategic places grows stronger… 

After finishing up your shower, you deign to reply to him. “What did you have in mind, exactly?” Careful not to give too much of a hint as to how turned on you really are. A flood of texts begin to inundate your phone as you get dressed.

“Good girl. The purpose of this mission is to demonstrate how good of a little slut you truly are. These are your instructions:- 

1. “Make a F4M post on /r/RandomActsOfBlowjob. You’ll advertise your excellent deep throating skills, and how beautiful your face will be looking up at them from your knees with a mouth full of dick. Applicants should provide face and dick pics.
2. With how sexy you are, you’re guaranteed to get a lot of messages. Pick the most promising candidate. Someone with the biggest, prettiest looking cock. 
3. You’ll negotiate a time and place to meet him. Somewhere public for safety, but you’ll quickly end up bringing him back to your apartment with you.
4. Once you are alone with him, you will dial my number, and after greeting me, you’ll put him on the phone with me.
5. After my conversation with him is over, you’ll follow his instructions and suck the cum out of his cock, before he leaves.”
6. Afterward, you’ll call me and tell me all the details. 

You can feel the light dampness against your panties as you finish reading over Sir’s instructions. 

*Well,* you think to yourself. *Probably wouldn’t hurt to at least make a post. I don’t have to do commit to following through after all…*

You text Sir back your agreement to his slutty little mission, and draft up a post for Reddit.

It doesn’t take long at all for the PMs to begin flooding your inbox. So many faces, so many cocks. Most quite unattractive and inane, but a few begin to stand out. 

Eventually, one catches your attention. “Andrew”, a cute nerdy looking guy, clean shaven and well dressed. He was even quite tall, judging from the pictures. Definitely older as well, with well salted hair. 40, maybe 45. The most impressive part about him was his cock though… long, cut, and incredibly girthy. Quite clean with and well shaved, with a taut looking sack. You could feel your mouth watering as you look it over. 

He’s quite a fan of your /r/gonewild posts, and quickly knows to leverage your kinks in your conversation with him. His every word seems to turn you on… *He could work… but I’m not gonna do it for Sir… I’ll do it be because* I *want to…*

Without even really giving it much thought, you realize you’ve already agreed to meet him for a drink later that week. *Am I really this horny?* You think to yourself. *… Fuck yes I am.*

The next few days feel as though they’re moving like molasses, so slow. You can’t wait until the night comes to meet him, until finally the night’s arrived. You’re standing at the mirror applying a red bright shade of lipstick and black eye liner. Smooth lacy red lingerie hugs your body tightly under your skimpiest winter wear. *This lipstick out to look good smeared all over his big pretty cock…*

Minutes later and you’re out the door, *on a mission*, you think to yourself. *A delightfully slutty mission*, you muse. Your heart beat increases with a mixture of excitement and and anxiety about what might be about to happen. *I’m gonna suck this hot stranger’s cock tonight.*

Entering the bar, you can see him sitting at the back, slowly sipping a bourbon cocktail, the dim light of his phone gently illuminating his sharp, attractive features. You take a deep breath before walking over and tapping him on the shoulder…

In a short few minutes the nervousness weighing your stomach down like a sack of bricks begins to dissipate as the two of you make light, flirty conversation. The cocktail certainly isn’t making things worse. 

His hand grazes your thigh as he makes eye contact with you. “So,” he whispers, coming closer to almost growl into your ear. “Do I pass your test? I’m excited to see what you can do with your pretty little mouth…” 

“Maybe,” you tease. “Depends on how lucky you are.” 

Nodding in agreement, he answers. “I think tonight is my lucky night, actually.” Before you can begin to react with anything more than a smirk to his smug comment, he’s grabbed hold of your cheek and pulled you into a tight kiss. His warm hard mouth parts against your smooth soft one, his tongue darts across your lips in a tease. *Cocky asshole,* you think rhetorically to yourself, as you open yourself up to his kiss, your legs parting from the stool as his hand reaches higher up your thigh.

Breaking from the kiss and removing his hand, you collect yourself, “… You’re pretty lucky indeed so far… but it will remain to be seen just how lucky you really are,” you bluff, with a shy wink. Privately, you’ve already consigned yourself to a night on your knees, eagerly worshiping the best part of him.

A hand of his finds it’s way to the small of your back, rubbing it softly as he waves down the bartender with his other hand. Nodding in indication to him for check, he nonchalantly suggests “Why don’t we walk over to your place?”

You down the last dregs of your drink as you nod in agreement.

The cold night air nips you sharply as you step out of the bar. The wind burns against your flushed face, as this internet stranger wraps a large arm around you and tugs you close, kissing the top of your head before giving you a playful smack on the ass.

You chide him weakly with a little shove, but do little to remove his hand from its resting place on your firm behind. The minutes go by quickly as your increasingly trembling legs guide this stranger to your apartment. Struggling briefly with the keys, you eventually get the door open and pull him inside.

Abruptly, you’re spun hard around on your feet and land in his arms as his mouth embraces yours with eager hunger. Pinning you against the wall, your lips slide against his as you explore one another, tongues flicking in combating teases. The trembling in your legs gives way to a desire to plant your knees firmly on the ground in front of this hot older man.

Pulling your lips from him, you struggle to work your way out from his superior strength, as you position him against the wall he had you pinned to. Shushing his lips, you drop to your knees and lick your lips as your hands gravitate to his belt. 

His big hand cups your face lovingly, “Good girl…”

Pulling his belt free, your hands deftly move to undo his zipper and tug down his jeans. You can tell from his bulge that he’s already quite excited. Kissing him through his underwear, your hands begin to tug down the barrier to your meal. 

With a clang of his belt against the hardwood floor, you admire his now free cock. Even bigger than it looked from the pictures, you grab hold of his stiff shaft, and cup his balls gently, as you drag your tongue across the length of him, licking up the small dab of precum oozing from his tip. As you take him into your mouth he groans with pleasure. *Hmm… am I forgetting something?* You wonder as your tongue works deftly to pleasure the ridge of his rock hard cock. *Oh shit, that’s right…*

Pulling his cock from your mouth, you reach for your bag and pull your little phone from it. Andrew looks down at you confusingly. his now wet cock aching for your mouth.

“Sorry, I forgot something. Sir wanted me to put you on a call with him, I’m not sure why exactly. Just humor him and I’ll get back to it,” you tell him cheerfully. He merely shrugs in response.

The familiar ring of a dialed phone echoes throughout the dark silent apartment. “Hi baby girl,” the little box speaks to your ear.

“Hi, ” you start with a deadpan tone. “You told me to call and put him on with you… so I am.”

There’s some slight surprise in Sir’s voice. “Really? Such a good slut. Are you excited to suck his cock?” the phone emits.

“I already have… a little,” you tease. “His cock tastes pretty delicious.” You give a sly wink to the man above you, as he rubs his shaft against your cheek. “It’s very big… I really like him.”

Sir growls into the phone in approval, “What a good little slut. Now put me on with him.” 

As a good obedient girl, you do as he says, handing your guest the phone. “Hello?” He asks into the phone… It’s too quiet to make out what Sir is saying. Andrew listens tentatively, nodding here and there. “Is that so?” He asks. “That’s good to know…”, and “Yes, of course. Will do.”

Eager to get on with things, you take him into your mouth and begin to suck eagerly as you warm yourself to the eventual deep throating you’ll attempt on his generously sized member. Surprised, he moans out in pleasure unexpectedly. “Mm, she sure is. She’s a great little cocksucker,” he voices to the phone between groans. “I’m going to enjoy her quite a lot,” he adds, before ending the call.

You can’t help but wonder what Sir might have told him. Then again, you don’t really care. Sir was off in another state, and Andrew was right here. *And his cock is wonderful.* 

Putting the phone aside and grabbing hold of your head roughly with both hands, he begins to forcefully guide your mouth, forcing you down deeper onto his cock with every thrust. Moaning and gagging, your mascara begins to bleed from your face from all the tears, your lipstick liberally smeared around your lips and across his shaft and sack. But you don’t care, your heart is trembling and your cunt is swollen and wet as it can be. The little jeweled butt-plug you hid as a little secret pleasure for yourself was doing an excellent job making you even hornier than ever.

*Click. Click.* You freeze for an instant. *Click.* “He’s taking pictures!” You realize, but the terror leaves you as quickly as it came, and in it’s place your panties flood from the unexpected pleasure of it. *I can’t wait to see those pictures later…*

“Reddit will love to see how cute your face looks as it’s all full of cock,” he growls, before entering the phone into video mode. Inspired with vigorous determination now, you continue sucking his cock, licking and twirling your tongue around the smooth head, feeling the vein of his shaft pulse against your tongue, the salty taut texture of his balls as you take his hairless sack into your mouth, eager to please not only him, but your internet audience as well. 

Just as you think he’s about to unload a delicious prize down your throat, he grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you off of him. “That’s enough of that, I think. You’re a great cocksucker, sure. But we’ll have to see just how tight that pussy of yours is too, you naughty little slut!”

Torn between a desire to continue pleasing him (and yourself), your mind tries to focus on more rational thoughts. “Not tonight…” you whimper pathetically, “I’m not on any birth control, and I don’t have any condoms… I’m ovulating right now, it’s too risky!” 

Pulling you up, he plants a solid kiss on your lips, making out with you passionately as his hand squeezes your tit and the other kneads your ass. He breaks from the kiss and bites your ear gently “That’s not what your friend said, you lying little slut.”

He grabs you hard and begins to drag you across the room, making for the bedroom. “Hey!” You cry out. “Calm down, let me go!”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he mocks as he shakes his head and throws you down onto your bed. “He said you were a real proper slut. He warned me that you might lie about protection. And… that you really *do* want to be raped. He told me that ‘*I shouldn’t take no for an answer.*’ And I’m inclined to believe him.”

Fear starts to kick in as he begins tearing the clothes from your trembling body. You cry out and scream for him to stop but he just keeps laughing and ripping another piece of you. Having removed your dress, he literally tears your tiny g-string apart as he roughly probes your cunt with two hard fingers.

“See? Your body doesn’t lie. You’re drenched down here.” He rips his fingers out of your and drags them up along your body, roughly squeezing a nipple before plunging them into your mouth. You can taste your juices on his fingers, *so wet and so good.* He covers your mouth as you try to scream, but it’s no good. “No one can save you, girl,” he seethes.

He bites your neck roughly before slamming himself hard into you. Your body betrays you as you convulse and shake with pleasure. *So thick*, you admit to yourself, as his shaft stretches you out, the tip of him pushing hard against your cervix. *Feels so good… fuck… damn him!* You silently cry out to yourself as he takes plunge after plunge into your drenched cunt, your plug rubbing pleasurably against his cock through the wall of your ass with every thrust. You try to shove him off you but he slaps you hard across the face. 

Tears well up in your eyes from the pain. You cease your impudent flailing resistance as you submit to his assualt on your body. Breathlessly, a wave begins to pour over you. “Nooo…” you mouth pitifully, as a rape-gasm shakes your body to the core. 

“See?” He asks as his thrusts pick up pace. With every thrust his balls slap wetly against your cunt, over and over again. *Smack. Smack. Smack.* The bed shakes and slams against the wall as if in answer. “You ARE enjoying this. You’re a real rape slut, aren’t you?” he practically shouts.

It takes everything in your power not to nod and moan in agreement. Another rape-gasm overtakes you as your head reels back in oblivion. Your eyes roll back into your head as tears stream down your face. His pace continues. Harder. Faster. And soon you can feel the tell tale signs. His cock grow harder, and begins to pulse. Stiffer. Thicker. Bigger. He groans out in wild furious pleasure as his cock begins to throb. You can feel each spurt of his cum wash against your cervix, entering you. Breeding you. Making you his. Yet another rape-gasm overtakes you as he fills you to the brim with his seed. You whimper pathetically in emphatic agreement.

Pulling himself out of you, he snaps a few more shots of you with your phone. Close ups of your swollen, puffy, freshly fucked cunt, as globs of cum drop down out of you and down your thighs; your bruised and mauled tits, your wet crying face, overrun with dregs of makeup.

Texting the images to himself, he begins to get dressed. “Enjoy the rape baby, you dumb slut,” he derides, his voice halfway between acidic and loving. 

You lay there legs spread, pussy leaking cum, almost in a sort of trance, as he tosses your phone to the bed and departs your apartment. 

A few minutes later, your phone buzzes and lights up. “Did you enjoy your little rape, slut?”

It was from Sir. You grab the phone. “I wasn’t lying about not being on birth control…” you text back in cold response.

“I know,” he replies. “He gave me the address. I’ll be over in a few minutes.” 

You can hear the door to your apartment open and shut. You close your eyes as you roll over onto all fours, your ass pointed to the door in an arch, your face nearly buried in the soft pillows. “Better hurry up if you want this baby to be yours. His rape seed filled me up nice and full,” you taunt, wagging your hips…

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/9sl42w/a_stupid_slut_challenge_mf