How I went from a cheating slut to a loyal free use slut [f]

Before I met my daddy I was dating my ex, I was 18 at the time, finishing my last year of high school, he was 22, working as an apprentice mechanic. I guess I did like him rather a lot, I wasn’t in love, but he was nice and I liked the way his forearms looked when he got off work, the grime and grease and sweat of hard days work always does something to me ?

I wasn’t as nice, i felt so guilty at night thinking about all the things he didn’t know about. But those guilt sessions always ended with me grabbing my box of toys, and inevitably, picking up the phone to send pictures I shouldn’t have been sending to men who I had no business sending pictures to.

I began to accept it, lean into it even. My man was happy, I wasn’t completely selfish. I let him fuck my ass, I let him use and abuse my throat. I let him take pictures and brag to his friends, I even let him brag about what I let him do in front of his friends sometimes when I was in a good mood.

The Princesses in the Tower – Prologue [Maledom] [Male supremacy]

*Repost*. *Please, forgive me some potential hiccups in English and enjoy! Check out the profile for following parts.*

**Prologue**

My backside was already sore from the bus tour and the thighs weren´t exactly in paradise either. The mind was preoccupied with other troubles. The girl things. The feelings of injustice. The school things. Well, the September was almost here and I was just seventeen. It wasn´t so unbelievable that I rode to boarding school… Except gal sitting jest next to me, looking from the windows with red eyes, was definitely around 40. I´ve seen quite a lot of variations, though not someone who would be much older than her… In a vicinity I saw a four girls around my age, three of them just mortified, the last one was trying to help Asian with a long hair who couldn´t stop crying and was probably 20-something.

More sounds were coming from the above deck of the bus. There was something perverted about it, but I felt some security from the thuds of steps of the wardens above. Not so much from seeing them down here. I wished with all my heart that suddenly some vortex would open before the bus and we would end in some another dimension. But, in a sense, that´s exactly where we were heading. The Logic, you ceased to be.

Blackmailed bred virgin [rape] [dubcon] [noncon] [1st time] [forced impregnation] [small boobs][petite][size difference][monster cock][humiliation][degradation][forced blowjob]

*Hey, in case it wasn’t obvious from the descriptor, the following story is a rape fantasy, so please don’t read it if you don’t like non-consent fantasies. Thanks.*

I never could have guessed that I would end up losing my virginity to my mom’s boyfriend in such a fucked-up way, but I also feel like it was totally my fault. If I hadn’t made such bad choices in the first place, it never would have happened.

I didn’t get along with Chuck from the start. I didn’t know what my mom saw in him. He was a misogynist asshole, and he treated her like shit. She and my dad had been divorced for like ten years when they started dating, midway through my senior year. I guess maybe it had been a while since she’d been with anyone, and he made her feel special. He was handsome, in a way. He had that kind of … like… I don’t know… rugged older man thing? He was in his fifties, divorced, drove a BMW, and wore expensive watches. He was a customer in the bank where she worked, so I guess she knew he had money from the start, and maybe that was why she hooked up with him? Because she thought he would take care of us? Ironic.

Drinks with my old friend

Nonfiction story that happened to a friend of mine, with names changed.

It began when I had too much to drink. My boyfriend wasn’t with us tonight because in all honesty he doesn’t know my friends that well. It was me and him and our good friend Rose. Rose and I had been drinking a fair amount and we began to feel tipsy. It was fun seeing Rose like this, she was more confident and way more flirty. She shamelessly made jokes about bedding Jay, and he would just laugh them off. He offered to stay sober to help us drive home. After we started feeling a little drunk, we asked him to drive us to Rose’s house where I would spend the night. Ride home alone in Jay’s car? After I’ve been drinking? I know my boyfriend wouldn’t say a word but I could read it on his face that he wouldn’t like that. And I don’t like making him worry. He’s probably already worried enough about me out here with these two.

The first time i explored and sucked a guy [MM] (kinda long)

Long time lurker and i think it’s time i tell my story.

I’ve always considered myself a straight guy, but I’d be lying if I haven’t thought about sucking cock, Just to see what it’s like. One night about two years after i graduated high school i had a few drinks and i don’t know if it was the alcohol or what, but I decided to post on Craigslist. I think i posted something along the lines of “straight guy wants to experiment” not 30 minutes later I got a few messages.

I filtered through the messages and responded to a guy, let’s call him M. We chatted for a bit and I got the vibe that he was a cool guy who would not push me and take his time with me till i was comfortable.

Background on M : he was 40 something and was a bit chubby. He has an average sized cock and said he was BI.

We chatted for a bit and realized we lived close. So we made the plan to meet that night. I really wanted to try this before i lost my nerve.

Putting a dent in the universe [MF]

I met Lisa (not her real name) after winter break in my first year in graduate school. She was a sophomore and a friend of my roommate from his chemistry class. We certainly didn’t run in the same circles, so I’m not sure we would have met otherwise. I was focused on my degree, and Lisa was a part-time pothead who hadn’t chosen a major yet.

I couldn’t believe my luck when we first started going out. Lisa had been a soccer player in high school, so she was in great shape. When she told me she had played soccer, I doubted her, because I couldn’t imagine how her large bust permitted her to run, let alone play soccer. She was 5’6” and was a 32D, her breasts being heavy and firm, yet almost defying gravity. Most girls with a body like hers would have never been single, but Lisa was a homebody who preferred staying in and blazing up to going out. Networking through my roommate was about the only way to have crossed paths with her.

I [F19] won the race but lost my virginity [FM]

Hey there~!

I’m an asian-american from a quiet little town in the states, but who goes “home” to a large, bustling capital city in Asia every so often. While abroad, I love to immerse myself in their local motorcycle and legal street-racing scene. There’s one long stretch of highway in particular leading away from the city into the countryside that became a haven for hot rods and thrill seekers such as myself.

It was around 10PM on a Tuesday night, and my cousins (all older boys) dragged me out for a night on the town with them. I’m the youngest in the family, and the only girl. Growing up, I had more typically masculine interests, and I was just now finding out how much that turned on men.

I started riding motorcycles when I started high school, so by this time, I’d been riding for around four years. While I wasn’t able to bring my bike with me overseas, one of my cousins had a nice semi-automatic underbone that was pretty comfortable.

*”Ey, look. It’s the fresh grad!”* I heard someone call out. My cheeks pinked.

I [F]ucked a virgin at a church retreat the summer after I finished high school

I’d just finished high school. My father was recently remarried to a holy roller who had convinced him to go to her church’s annual summer retreat. He wanted me to go because I lived with my mom and didn’t spend much time with his new instant family.

I wasn’t happy about going, but I wasn’t planning to misbehave. It just sort of happened that way. I saw this lanky nerd trying to get laid and I decided to give him just what he wanted. Turns out he was a virgin. My very first. I’d only been fucked by jocks who weren’t always good at sex, but they’d at least done it a few times.

Poor Larry blew his first load surprisingly quickly.

It seems [my curves](https://www.reddit.com/user/NoStereotypeIncluded/comments/f5inyp/my_curves/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) were more than he could handle.

So I let him eat my pussy for a bit until he was ready to fuck and then I gave him his first piece of pussy. Needless to say, he was grateful.

[You can check my profile for all the explicit details.](https://www.reddit.com/user/NoStereotypeIncluded/comments/fbbtfo/i_fucked_a_virgin_at_church_camp/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)

I [F]ucked a virgin at a church retreat

The bedroom door was open. Otherwise, I never would have looked in, even though I was intrigued by the sound of a woman moaning in pleasure. I wouldn’t have tried to open the door myself. But since it wasn’t closed all the way, I couldn’t resist taking a peek.
I recognize the girl right away. It was my step-sister, June! I couldn’t have been more shocked. We weren’t exactly close. Her mother had married my dad a year earlier. June and her mom both seemed very religious. They were so religious, that they’d convinced my father to go to their annual church retreat at an old summer camp in the middle of nowhere. Even though I lived with my mother, he thought it would be great for me to come along since I rarely spent time with his new family or my new step-sister.

I’d just finished high school with most people thinking I was a chunky nerd with no social life. My curvy body had just started taking shape and I kept it hidden in baggy clothes and stayed focused on academics. Aside from most of the basketball team and a handful of other jocks, nobody at school had any idea what was hiding beneath my long skirts and loose tops. I was the secret slut for a select few.

A morning run run-in

When I was in high school, I got to know this girl, Ivy, pretty well. From sophomore year on, we had at least one class a day with each other, and we always sat together. We talked everyday, and it turned out we had a lot in common. She even lived just down the street from me!

Ivy was a cheerleader, but she didn’t really act like it. She was clumsy and socially awkward, and some of our conversations were, however enjoyable, incredibly uncomfortable. Her personality was nothing like a stereotypical cheerleader’s, but she made up for it with her body. She had medium length blonde hair, and a fairly big forehead. On her chest, two fairly small but pronounced breasts sat comfortably, usually contained by a sports bra with the strap showing. She had no gut, sometimes even rocking a six-pack. Her thighs were shaped like a pear, and the booty shorts she wore barely covered the apex of their curves.