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Virgin Slut

I’ll never forget the first time I fucked you. Nor will you, it’s when I took your cherry. We passed one another on the street going in opposite directions. You were looking straight at me and smiling coyly as you approached. Then you winked and kept walking. How old were you? Oh yes, I remember. You were all of 13, but well-developed. I turned and called after you.

“Hey, little girl, where you going?”

You stopped, peered over your shoulder and said, “Home. Why are you asking, mister?”

“Where’s home? Come here a minute, okay?”

You did, and I asked again where you lived. You said just around the corner. I said I’d like to accompany you. “Sure,” you replied. When we got to the front door I asked if your parents were home. They weren’t, they’d gone to visit friends in another town and wouldn’t be back till long after nightfall.

“Care to invite me in?”

Instead of answering you simply led the way. Directly to the bedroom.

“Why here?” I said, without a trace of astonishment.

“Seems to me you want to play. Am I right? If so, I’d better draw the curtains. If the neighbors want a show, they can watch porn on the internet.”

The room was a touch darker now, but still light enough. You sat on the bed and patted the covers by way of indicating I should sit beside you. Placing the palm of your hand on my thigh, you gazed into my eyes, told me you were a virgin but getting tired of being one. And wondered if maybe I could do something about that, you felt it was time and this just might be your lucky day. You’d always had the feeling that when it happened it would be with an older man.

I asked what kind of sex you fantasized about, and whether you masturbated a lot. You said rough sex, very rough. And yes you did, and had lots of toys. Even suggested I use some of them on you once we got going. You wanted to start straightaway, and immediately began taking your clothes off. Everything, until you were completely naked. I followed suit and tossed mine to the floor on top of yours. You pressed yourself against me, reached up to gently take hold of my ears, and said…

“Listen mister, I may be a virgin but I know I’m a slut. And I want you to treat me like one, understand? Don’t hold back, do whatever you want to me. The whole nine yards and then some. When you’re done I want to feel like a dirty slut whore. That’s been my dream since I was a small child. But boys my age are simply too scared and haven’t a clue anyway. I’ve been waiting for this day all my life, and that’s why I winked at you. I knew for sure you were a stud with oodles of experience. My guardian angel sent you my way. She’s a dark bitch goddess and she wants you to use me. I’m all hers and I’m all yours. Take me, take me now!”

I pushed you away, slapped your face hard, grabbed your long black hair, and slammed you onto my lap.

“Okay, you fucking cunt, you’re gonna get it all. Starting with a damn good spanking. And believe you me it’s gonna hurt like hell.”

“Oh please yes, spank the daylights out of me! I want it to hurt, I want my ass beet red before you do whatever else you’re gonna do to me. My parents never spank me, not even when I’m bad. They don’t believe in it, think that at heart I’m a nice girl. But I’m not nice, I don’t even like people much, and I certainly don’t like them. They’re fucking prudes. For all I know the last time they fucked was when they made me. Please give it to me, mister, wallop the living shit out of me!”

I did. And kept doing it until you were begging me to stop. But I didn’t stop, I kept going, because I knew that’s what you wanted and I sure as hell wanted, which is why my dick got harder and bigger each and every time I smacked you. I asked if there was a belt in the house. You went and got one of your dad’s. I made you kneel on the bed (the covers had been thrown off by then) and stick your ass the air. Whack whack whack, time and time again, right cheek left cheek right check, over and over, God knows how many times. There’s something really special about whipping a chick’s ass with a broad leather belt. You screamed and the screams were ear-piercing, yet what they were actually saying was more more more!

When it was over I took you in my arms, kissed you deeply, and then said: “What do you want next? To get fucked, your pussy licked, or to suck my cock.”

You kissed me back, a real French kiss, and replied: “May I call you daddy, mister? No need to answer, I already know. I’d love it if you’d lick my cunt first, I’m forever imagining that. I’ll come quick like a bunny rabbit. And as soon as I have… This may sound strange, but before you stick your big strong dick in my pussy, please fuck me in the ass. And only after that ram it into my pussy and take my virginity. But hold off with cumming. So that once you’ve fucked both those holes good and hard, you can shoot your load deep into my throat.”

So it went. And wow, did you ever give great head! One might’ve thought you’d been sucking cock since forever. You licked my balls exquisitely, all the while pumping my asshole with your longest finger. You gagged when I came, but swallowed every drop. I rewarded you by yanking my dick out and slapping your face silly. I threw you to the floor and started in again with the belt. Your back, your ass, your legs. When I commanded you to roll over so I could do the same to your tits and belly, you quickly obliged.

“Say something, you filthy slut. Say something I want to hear. Otherwise I’ll get dressed, walk out the door, and you’ll never see me again.”

You got the message in a flash.

“Thank you, daddy, thank you so much. I really do feel like a proper whore now. I am a proper whore. I’m a slut and a whore and you brought it all out of me. Thank you. Please let me lick your asshole. You can even shit in my mouth if you want. I’m totally yours.

“We’ll do that sometime,” I said. “But now I’ve got something else for you. I’m busting for a pee, and I can’t think of a better place to piss than on you. We’ll do it in the bathroom. I don’t want to get your bed sheets all wet and pee-stained. C’mon.”

I made you kneel on the floor of the shower and started pissing all over you. In your hair, on your face and tits, everywhere. And told you to keep your mouth wide open so I could pee in that, too.

“Swallow it, bitch,” I said while pissing a veritable stream straight into your gullet. As soon as you’d swallowed I clenched your long black hair in my fist and with the other hand smacked you as hard as I could. You yelled out ‘owwwwwww!’ and I could see that you were fighting back tears. I squatted, took you in my arms and kissed you full on the mouth.

“Let’s take a shower and then go to your room,” I said. “I have to leave soon, but before that I intend to pleasure you. You’re a sweet girl.”

I was true to my word. We lay on your bed, and for several minutes I simply held you tight. Then kissed and licked every inch of your body. I made you cum with my tongue and my fingers and one of your vibrators. I can’t count the number of times you came, you were so utterly ecstatic. After that I slid my cock into your cunt and began making slow passionate love to you. You smiled and I could tell you were enjoying it. Until you dug your sharp nails into my shoulder and cried out: “Fuck me harder, mister daddy. Please fuck me harder and faster. I know I’ll cum again if you do. Please, daddy, pleeeeeze!” I did and we came together. You were still lying naked on the bed watching me and playing with yourself as I got dressed. I bent over, gave you a peck on the lips, and left.

We only saw each other twice after that. I sent you a text message saying you should come to my place. Three of my male friends were there. I didn’t bother to introduce them, just told you to strip. All four of us used you in the same way I had that first time, separately and in unison.

“That’s it, bitch, we’re done. Get dressed and go home. I’ll be in touch. Well, maybe. The world is full of sluts. Go on, fuck off!”

When I did text again, I was with a casual girlfriend, more of an occasional fuck buddy than anything else. I knew she was bisexual, but had never seen her with another chick. It was your first lesbian experience. Then you disappeared, vanished. That was ages ago.

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“Tell me what you’ve been up to. I’m all ears.”

“And I’m married.”

“You’re what?”

“I couldn’t take living with my parents any longer. Not after we happened. You brought out my true self, and that self had to be somewhere other than here. I packed a small bag and split for Chicago. Worked as a streetwalker for a while. I dig street cruising, it’s so up front. Then a regular trick convinced me I could do a lot better moneywise. Took me to a top-class brothel. The madam liked me at a glance. In no time flat I was their numero uno whore, all the best-paying clients were given to me. I stayed for three years, until Charles came along. He’s a millionaire. Swept me off my feet, or at least his money did. But no, he’s also a good lover and allows me total freedom. Said if I’d marry him all my needs would be satisfied and I’d still be free as a bird. Like Clint put it, it was an offer I couldn’t refuse. But what brings you to the Windy City?”

“I’m originally from here. Fly up now and then to visit my mother. This is my favorite café. And today it just got better! Hey, does your husband know about us, how you lost your virginity and all?”

“Oh yeah. He found that hot. Said if it were at all possible he’d like to watch you fuck me. He’s a no-holds-barred libertine. Where sex is concerned, the sky’s the limit. Sound familiar? As a matter of fact, he can have his wish fulfilled tonight if you’re up for it.”

“Oh?”

“We’re going to a party at this swingers club we belong to. Care to join us? Here’s the address. I owe you, daddy. Big-time!”

© 2015 by Eddie Woods

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