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slut-problems: Our naughty book club meeting g…

slut-problems:

Our naughty book club meeting got a little out of control! We had decided to read this book called Hollow Girl by Slut Problems, which Pamela had suggested. She said it was way better than those 50 shades books and so we all agreed to it. I did my part, reading the book in two days. It was so fucking hot that I had to fuck myself in the bathroom at work several times, and I definitely had to re-red some of the good parts back at home with the strongest vibrator I owned. My husband had been getting a lot more sex from me as well. So much so that he asked me what was going on. 

“Are you having an affair?” he accused me. 

“No. It’s just this book I’ve been reading and this blog…” I grabbed the book from my nightstand, the earmarked pages for the good parts folded at the corners. I handed it to him and watched his eyes light up as he read the description on the back. 

“You’re reading porn?” he asked. 

“It’s for my book club. Pamela suggested it!” I explained. 

“I always knew that Pamela was a fucking slut!” he said and he grabbed me and kissed me. It was on! We tore each other’s clothes off and I let him fuck me just the way Allison lets Roger fuck her in the book. I let him tie me up and use me and I loved every second of it! I imagined I was Allison, young and afraid as an older man ravaged my body. I came so fucking hard on my husband’s cock that I milked every last drop from him. 

“Wow, I love what this book has done to you,” he said when we were cuddling afterwards. 

“You should see this girl’s blog, too,” I said and I pulled it up on my phone and handed it to my husband. Let’s just say we fucked the rest of the night and even a few times the next morning. 

By the time I got to my book club the next evening my pussy was so sore from all the fucking we had done. I was certain I couldn’t possibly cum any more that day. Pamela had decorated the house tastefully for the event, with a table full of snacks, including a white cake that was delicious. I took my seat in the living room in one of the chairs and waited for Pamela to start our meeting. Eight of us were in attendance that evening, each of us with our Hollow Girl copies in our laps. 

“So, what did you think of the book, ladies?” Pamela asked eagerly. 

“Fuck this book,” Barbara said as she crossed her legs. “This was seriously disturbing!” 

‘What was disturbing about it Barbara?” Pamela asked her. Barbara sighed. 

“Well, I can’t tell you how turned on I was at the beginning of the book, but then…well, those gang rape scenes were just so brutal. I couldn’t stop reading it, but it was so awful for Allison.” 

“I had more orgasms from reading this book than all of the 50 shades books combined,” Kelly chimed in. “Yeah the rape scenes were fucked up but all those lesbian scenes were hot!” 

“I liked where she gets tied up by Roger! Both times!” I said. “I thought that was super hot, I love bondage! Plus, my husband and I had so much sex after I read it. It was awesome” 

“Fuck the book,” Pamela said. “I love it, but have you read this girl’s blog?” 

“YES!” I chimed in. “It’s almost as good as the book!” 

Just then, Pamela’s husband Chris walked into the room. He went to the snack table and grabbed a piece of the white cake and popped a forkful into his mouth. 

“Great cake,” he said. “How are you ladies tonight,” he interrupted. 

“We are discussing Hollow Girl,” she told him. 

“This is the only book I’ve read in the past three years,” Chris said pointing to Pamela’s copy. “Amazing book choice, ladies!”

“Wait. You’ve read the book?” Pamela asked him. 

“Well, you left it in the bathroom!” he laughed. “My favorite part is big rape scene where she’s in the giant cage! So hot! Thanks for the cake,” he said to his wife. 

“Wait! Don’t go! You’ve read the book, you should stay for the discussion,” she told him. She winked at him. The rest of us shifted uncomfortably in our chairs. We’d never had a guy at our book club before. 

“Okay,” he said sitting down and shoving more cake in his mouth. 

“Let’s read excerpts of our favorite parts,” Pamela suggested. “Ellen, you go first!” 

“Okay,” Ellen said turning to her bookmarked pages. “I like this part,” she began to read out loud; 

““Allison, I’m sick of fucking
around here. You are not going to mess with me, understand?” Richie asked. He
began to touch my leg in a sexual way, moving his hand up and down and up and
down. Despite the fact that I should’ve hated him for treating me badly it felt
so good that I watched in horror as my leg lifted and pushed itself out, toward
his touch so that he would know it was okay to touch me.

            He
took the hint and started to massage my legs, and then took off my shoe and
began to massage my foot. He went into a full body massage, taking off my pants
and shirt, in order to better massage my body, he explained. He worked his
fingers into my back, my shoulders, my buttocks, my thighs. He paid
particularly close attention to my thighs, working his fingers closer and
closer to my pussy, until they were touching me there, moving to my clit, and
then slipping slowly in and out of my vagina. I was so soaking wet and my body
was hungry to be touched, kissed, caressed, and fucked. I didn’t care at that
moment who was doing the touching and fucking, even if it was him.

            “You
like this, don’t you?” he asked softly, huskily as he let two fingers slide
into me at once and then back out. He began to work those two fingers in and
out of me, over and over until I was pushing myself out onto them, bucking
against them, creaming all over them. I wanted him to take me, to make love to
me, to kiss me,” 

Ellen looked up to see that none of us were paying attention. While she had been reading Chris had pulled his cock out of his pants and began to stroke it. I saw it first and I looked to Pamela and pointed at Chris. Pamela smiled a naughty smile at me and motioned for me to join her in attacking her husband’s cock. Next thing I knew my mouth was wrapped around Chris’s hard shaft and I was choking on him. A couple of the other girls joined me and Pamela began to push my head down onto her husband’s cock. Ellen put her book down and crouched down and attacked his balls. There were four of us sucking his cock at the same time. 

“You should fuck him,” Pamela said to me and even though my pussy had been so sore from all the masturbating and fucking I had done in the past few days, I was so horny I couldn’t feel it. I hopped onto Chris’s cock and began to bounce. Pamela got underneath us and licked. 

Some of the other women began to make out and next thing we all knew the book club meeting had disintegrated into a full-on orgy. Chris was the only guy and he was absolutely loving it. He had eight women to himself, but of course he could only fuck so many of us before we had emptied all of his cum. Then he watched as we entertained each other just like Allison and Jessica do in Hollow Girl. I couldn’t believe I was still fucking! I thought I had been tapped out before the meeting, but this fucking book just got everyone going again and again. It was the best book we had chosen yet and the best book club meeting ever!

I was in over my head with Letty. I had given …

I was in over my head with Letty. I had given myself over to her and become her slave girl. We’d met online on Swing Low Chat and I’d decided that she was the kind of girl that I could worship. I could call her my mistress and respect her. 

“You’ll do anything I ask?” she’d asked me online. 

“Yes, Mistress. I’ll do anything for you.” I flashed back to my words in my mind and I knew I had to do what Letty demanded. Now she had me chained to the wall, my hands locked in shackles. My feet were chained to the floor, my legs spread. Letty was wearing a sexy outfit. It was a black bodysuit with leather pants. She had a whip in her hand and she took aim at my clit. She cracked the whip so it snapped just in font of my pussy. I gasped with fear, unable to believe that she had almost hit my clit with that whip. 

“Please don’t hurt my clit!” I begged her. 

“If you’re going to address me, you address me as Mistress. Do you understand?” she asked. 

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s a good girl.” She pulled down he leather pants and she bent over right in front of me so that her ass was in my face. “Lick my ass, you little slut!” Her ass was resting on my tongue and I wanted to lick it. I’d been dying to be made to lick her ass and pussy and serve her in every possible way. I loved being made to lick her anywhere and everywhere she required it. 

“Yes, Mistress!” I said happily and I buried my tongue into her ass, pushing my tongue deep into her. She deserved to feel good and so I worked her asshole with my tongue, trying my best to please her. 

“Ohhh fuck yeah. Keep licking slut!” she called to me and I didn’t dare stop. I wanted her to know how much I loved serving her, and so I served her asshole with my tongue until she pulled it away from me and took off her bodysuit, exposing her breasts. “Lick my nipples,” she commanded. 

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, desperately licking, sucking and gently biting her nipples. I listened to her moan, happy with what I was doing with my tongue. 

“You are such a good girl. Now eat my pussy.” She straddled me and squatted down so that her pussy was resting on my tongue. “Lick it, slut.” I licked her pussy for her. Concentrating with all of my might on bringing her pleasure. She gripped me by the hair and rubbed her pussy all over my face, using my face to get herself off. I couldn’t believe how good it made me feel to serve Letty with my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to please her and I knew that in return I would be pleased. As if she could read my thoughts she pulled her pussy from my mouth and gave me a deep kiss. 

“Your turn to cum, slut.” She stuck two fingers inside of me and hooked them to my g-spot as she bent down and sucked on my clit for me. Between her fingers moving in and out of me and her tongue on my clit, I came my fucking ass off. I was screaming and thrashing about against my restraints. 

“YES MISTRESS! YES MISTRESS!” I screamed and as my orgasm faded she gently removed her fingers from my pussy and her mouth from my clit. 

“Now wait here for me. I need to have some dinner. I’ll be back when I’m done and you can clean my pussy with your tongue again.” 

“Wait Mistress! Do I get dinner?” She had the whip in her hand and she cracked it, this time hitting me in the clit with it. I let out a sick moan. “Owww!” I cried.

“That was your dinner slut. I’ll feed you more in a while.” 

“But Mistress!” 

“Don’t you talk back to me!” she screamed and I shrunk down, afraid to upset her. 

“Yes, Mistress,” I said meekly. I would have to wait for her to return. I needed to be a good slave for her. I wanted her to keep me, and I wanted her to keep making me eat her ass the way she just had. My clit burned from it’s whipping, but it was a burn that was making my pussy wetter. I needed my mistress back. I craved her. My pussy was burning for her. 

slut-problems: I don’t like to tell people abo…

slut-problems:

I don’t like to tell people about this, but it’s what I think about most nights when I masturbate myself to orgasm. Nothing makes me cum quite as hard as thinking about that day. He caught me in the laundromat as I was washing my clothing for the week. He grabbed me and pressed the gun to my back and forced me into my own car. He made me drive as the gun pressed into my ribs. He told me where to go, turn by turn until he told me to park. He pulled me into the back of my car where he began to tie my arms behind me back. 

Once I was restrained he felt up my body, pushing my skirt up and sticking his fingers wherever he wanted. I didn’t cry. I was in shock. I was numb. I couldn’t believe that this was really happening. He pulled me from the car and he pushed me toward a house. It was an old neighborhood, one I’d never been to. I had no idea where we were exactly, but I knew I was about to get brutally raped. I walked in the door as he held it open like a gentleman, even as he pointed the gun straight at my head. 

Once inside I looked around. The house was messy and unkempt. I could hear someone moaning from one of the bedrooms and it frightened me. It sounded like a woman who was in real pain, and I realized in that moment that this man wasn’t just dangerous, he was crazy. He pulled me into a room that was completely empty except for an old mattress. It had all kinds of gross stains on it and some of them looked like blood. It looked like someone had bled out on that mattress, and I shuddered as he made me lay down right in the middle of the stain. He tied me up with ropes and chain until I couldn’t move. My legs and arms were wide open. He put a gag in my mouth. Then he left. 

I could hear him torturing the other girl for what seemed like hours. I was frightened and I began to think over my life and how I had lived it. I prayed to God, hoping that he would let me live through this, and weirdly I thought of my laundry, which I had left in the dryers. I was sad that all of my clothes would likely be gone, but if I were dead I wouldn’t need them. Pain screams echoed through the house until finally the door to the room I was in opened and he brought in a woman. She was much older than me, but he made her crawl into the room on her hands and knees. She was collared and he held a leash attached to the collar. 

“Here she is,” the man told her. “Isn’t she pretty?” 

“Yes,” the woman said and he led her by the leash to my body and commanded her to lick my pussy. She licked me hungrily and I felt bad for her, but at the same time she was good at licking pussy and I couldn’t help but cum on her face. He pushed her roughly out of the way and shoved his smallish cock inside of me and used my pussy until he came. 

“Lick her clean,” he commanded the woman and she did as he asked. He chained her next to me when he was done and he left the room. 

“How long have you been here?” I asked her. 

“He’s my husband,” she told me. “He’s dangerous,” she told me. “Please, do everything he says. Please,” she said. 

“He’s your husband? How long has he been doing this? Has he killed anyone? Why is there blood all over this mattress?” I pleaded with her with my eyes. 

“Just do what he says. He’s dangerous. He will hurt you.” 

“Will he kill me?” I asked. 

“He could.” 

“Has he killed people?” I whispered loudly.

“Maybe,” she said. She looked afraid and I took her maybe as a yes. I could see it in her eyes. I could hear him walking back down the hall and his wife looked away from me. I braced myself. He had a whip in his hand and he smiled sadistically at me as he took it and whipped my pussy once. I winced and cried out. He lashed me again. Again. Again. He seemed satisfied as tears rolled down my face. He climbed on top of me and began to fuck me. My pussy was numb, but somehow he made me cum anyway. I could feel my orgasm almost as if it were detached from me, somehow. I’d never experienced anything like it before. I looked at his wife. Our eyes locked and something passed between us. She knew what this was like. She understood. 

“Just do what he asks and he’ll let you go,” she told me with her eyes. I tried my best to be a good rape victim for him. I tried to show him that I was willing and ready to give him what he wanted. 

He kept me there for almost two days. I had no way of knowing how long I had been gone. I had no way of telling people where I was, but no one missed me. I was the kind of person who disappeared all the time. I went on adventures all the time without telling anyone. It would be a while before I was missed. 

“Should I let you go?” he asked me after he’d raped me for what must have been the fiftieth time. 

“Yes! I promise I’ll never say anything. I’m having fun,” I lied. 

“Oh yeah? You think this is fun you sick little cunt?” 

“Yeah! This is the best sex I’ve ever had. Not too many men are sadistic enough for me. But you’re great,” I lied again. He must have believed me. The next day he untied me and gave me my clothing back. He handed me the keys to my car and my cell phone. 

“I’m letting you go, but on one condition,” he said. I looked at his wife, still bound on the floor beneath him, her leash and collar still in place. 

“Okay,” I said. 

“You are never to tell anyone about what happened here. You are not to go to the police. If I find out you did I will find you and fucking kill you. I’ve killed people before and gotten away with it.” His wife’s eyes confirmed this for me. 

“I will never tell anyone,” I said. “I’m happy that I met you and had this experience,” I lied. “Thank you.” 

“Let me walk you to your car,” he said. 

“Good-bye,” I told his wife and I’ll never forget the desperate and sad look on her face as I left her behind. He walked me to my car, opening it like a gentleman. 

“Remember what I said, cunt. I’ll fucking kill you.” 

“Your secret is safe with me,” I told him. I drove aimlessly for almost an hour until I found my way back to the laundromat. Sure enough, all of my clothing was gone. I sat on one of the old, plastic chairs by the dryers and I began to weep. I had been kidnapped and raped, but I didn’t dare tell anyone. I didn’t dare call the police. I never told a single soul for many years. I knew he wasn’t joking. I knew he would be watching me. I knew if I told anyone that he would come back for me, and I knew that next time he wouldn’t be so kind as to let me go.

Shawn and I had been dating for almost a year …

Shawn and I had been dating for almost a year when it happened. I met the girl of my dreams. He name was Loreli and she was tall with dark hair and a perfect face. She always looked like she was thinking about something naughty. There was a look in her eyes that gave her away, that told me that she was as big a pervert as I was. I’d never been with another girl before, and so my attraction to Loreli came as a surprise. 

“What would you say if I asked another girl to join us?” I asked Shawn one day after we’d had a particularly good fuck. I’d never brought up anything like this with him before, but he handled it well. 

“Do you have someone in mind or is this hypothetical?” he asked calmly and he leaned in to give my cheek a kiss. 

“There’s this girl at work, Loreli.” I pulled up her Facebook page and showed it to him. 

“She’s gorgeous. I didn’t know you were into women,” he looked confused. 

“I’ve never been before, but we’ve been flirting and I find myself drawn to her. I don’t know what it is.” 

“I’ll think about it,” he said and from that point on he brought up Loreli every time with fucked. “You want to lick her pussy don’t you? You want to watch me fuck her, huh?” 

“Yes! Yes!” was always the answer. I realized more and more that I wanted to watch Shawn fuck her. I wanted to see her covered with his cum. I wanted to lick it off of her body. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I always came so hard when I did. When Shawn finally gave me the go-ahead to ask her to join us I was so excited that I couldn’t stand it. I hoped that she would say yes. 

I asked her the following day, and her yes was so enthusiastic that she came over that very night. I let her in and she looked a bit scared as I introduced her to Shawn. They’d seen pictures of one another, but this was the first time they had met. I truly hoped that they hit it off and that the night could proceed the way that I had always envisioned it. 

We all sat down on the couch and I poured us all some drinks. We turned on a movie, and I sat in between Shawn and Loreli. We all began to cuddle and before I knew it there were hands all over me. Both Shawn and Loreli were rubbing all over my body and I began to moan as I let Shawn kiss me, and then I turned to Loreli and I kissed her as well.

We began to undress, and before I knew it we were tangled together and I found myself on my knees in front of Loreli licking her pussy. I’d never licked a pussy before, but I found it to be exhilarating and fun. It made my pussy so fucking wet to lick her and to watch her throw back her head in pleasure was pure bliss. I wondered what she would look like fucking Shawn and so I asked her to take his cock. 

“Come sit over here in this chair,” I encouraged her and I watched as she got up and moved to the chair. She sat down and gave me a naughty, little smile. “Open your legs for him,” I commanded her and I watched as she obeyed. I fingered her, making sure she was nice and wet for Shawn before I ordered him to fuck her. “I want to see you fuck her. I want you to make her cum,” I commanded him and he smiled at me. 

“I like when you order us around,” he said with a wink and I held my breath as he took his cock and worked it into Loreli’s tight pussy. I watched him moan as he pussy sucked his cock up inside of her. I let out a moan of pleasure as I touched myself, standing right by the chair where I could kiss Loreli as she took my boyfriend’s cock. 

I could feel her body shaking as I kissed her, and I rubbed my pussy as I watched Shawn’s cock move in and out of her. I could feel my orgasm coming on as he fucked her harder and she threw her head back and screamed with complete and utter joy. She was cumming so hard and so was I! It was amazing how our orgasms stretched out together and I giggled when I was done. I was giddy! 

“Fuck her harder,” I said in an evil voice to my boyfriend. “Harder!” 

“Fuck yes!” he answered and he met my gaze as he fucked her. 

“Tell me when you’re ready to cum. I want you to cover her body in it,” I begged him. “I want you to cum all over her.” 

“Cum all over me,” she begged him and I knew her words set Shawn over the edge. She grabbed onto me and pulled me to her for a kiss. 

“I’m going to cum!’ he announced and I grabbed his cock and stroked it for him until he was cumming. I aimed his cock at Loreli and I made sure his cum sprayed all over her face, tits and stomach. She was absolutely coated with it and she looked so happy to be covered. She looked so blissful and beautiful and I couldn’t help what I did next. 

I leaned down and began to lick her clean, cleaning my man’s cum off of her tits and her stomach, and even from her face. I kissed down her belly and buried my face in her pussy. She tasted even sweeter now after he had fucked her, and I liked this. I couldn’t believe how good it was. There was just something about Loreli that had me hooked. It didn’t seem to be a problem for her. She moaned and screamed for me as I licked her. Shawn watched, his cock already getting hard again. Next time I would make him fuck her in the ass. I couldn’t wait to see that. Watching him fuck her was the hottest thing I’d ever done. 

slut-problems: My daughter was being a little …

slut-problems:

My daughter was being a little slut and honestly I was fucking sick of it. All of the guys that normally wanted to fuck me suddenly seemed more interested in her than they were in me and that fucking pissed me off. Women my age need to fuck too! I confronted her about it and she told me that she was still a virgin, which I didn’t believe for one second. I knew that Destiny was a little slut and that she’d been fucking for some time. I have a surveillance system installed in the house and I’d seen her taking cock in the middle of the night on the living room couch a bunch of times. 

So, like any horny mother I decided to teach Destiny as lesson. I invited Toby over that night because I knew that he was a sick enough fucker to do whatever I asked him to. I called Destiny to my room and I sat her on the bed. 

“Look, I know you’ve been lying to me about being a virgin and I think it’s time that we started being honest with one another, don’t you?” asked her. 

“Yes?” she said, with a questioning tone in her voice. 

“Tonight I’m going to pass down to you a family secret, one that you will share with your own daughter someday if you have one,” I explained. She perked up a bit at this and I told her to wait on my bed. I was getting texts from Toby that he had arrived and so I went to let him in. 

“Are you clear with the plan?” I asked him. 

“Yes,” he responded excitedly. I walked him back to the bedroom and as soon as he entered he began to remove his clothing. 

“Why is he getting naked, Mom?” Destiny asked me, bless her heart. She was still so innocent then. 

“Get undressed,” I told her, and she looked at me skeptically but then did as she was told. I began to undress as well and I looked into my daughter’s eyes and saw nothing but fear, the same fear I had felt once back when my own mother did this with me. It was time. She was already having sex. If anything, I was too late. “Lay back,” I told her and she did as I asked, her top still hanging from her arms.

“This is Toby,” I said to her. “I asked him over so I could teach you about sex. We needed a guy to really teach the whole lesson,” I explained. 

“Mom, this is getting weird,” Destiny said and she looked at me with fear in her eyes. 

“Don’t worry, Mommy’s here,” I said and I bent down and kissed her on the forehead, lovingly. 

“Okay Toby,” you can fuck her now,” I said. 

“WHAT? NO! MOM?” Destiny began to protest but I put my arm across her chest and held her down. Toby and I spread her legs open so he could penetrate her. 

“Just lay back and calm down,” I whispered in her ear. “Let it happen. Mommy is going to teach you how to be a good little fuck for men so they always want you. Okay?” I smiled at her as she shook her head in disbelief. Toby was fucking her now and I moved behind him and grabbed him by the hips. 

“Fuck my daughter harder!” I commanded him and I literally moved his hips up and down so he was thrusting harder into her. 

“Stick your pussy out more, Destiny. You want him to be able to get as deep as he can inside of you,” I explained as I pulled her legs apart, wider so he could get deeper. They looked good like that, so good that I bent down and gave my daughter’s pussy a tentative lick. She tasted so good that I went back to it and next thing I knew my daughter was cumming all over Toby’s cock. She was screaming and it looked like she was actually enjoying herself. 

I got a sudden stroke of genius and I crawled onto Destiny’s face and began to grind my pussy across her mouth. 

“Lick, you little slut! Show Mommy what a good girl you are!” I commanded her. Destiny was moaning now, obviously feeling pretty good. She began to lick my pussy and I made eye contact with Toby. As I did I could see him lose control. It was too much for him and he blew his load right into my daughter’s cunt. 

“That’s a good boy, Toby!” I said to him. “You rest up for the next round. I’m going to have you fuck me this time so I can show Destiny how it’s really done.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said and he went to the bathroom, leaving Destiny and I alone. I was still sitting on her face and she was still dutifully licking my pussy. “You’re a fast learner, sweetie. I’m proud of you. It’s going to be a long day of lessons and I hope you’re ready. Are you?” 

“Yes, Mommy!” she said into my pussy. 

“Are you having fun or is this weird?” I asked her, lifting up my pussy so she could answer.

“Is this really a family tradition?” she asked me. 

“Of course it is,” I told her truthfully. “This is how my mother taught me about sex. I’m just here to help you.” She was back to licking my pussy but she looked up at me with a smile in her eyes. She pushed my pussy up so she could speak.

“Thank you, Mommy for teaching me,” she said and then she buried her tongue back in my pussy. That’s when I came right on my daughter’s face. 

I’d always thought that I was submissive woman…

I’d always thought that I was submissive woman. My whole life I had been with men, and I’d always let them manhandle me and do things to me that I wouldn’t tell anyone about. I loved the way it felt to let go of my control and give it to someone else. I enjoyed it, and I thought that was the way it would always be until I met Rachelle. 

There was something about her that made me deeply uncomfortable. I couldn’t figure out what it was about her, but I realized that I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to make her scream with pain and I wanted to fucking make her fuck for me. I wanted to shove shit in her pussy, lots of objects. I looked around the room and began to imagine myself shoving these objects into her cunt. The candlesticks would be fun, and the long, slender vase that was filled with one single flower; a long-stemmed red rose. 

My friend Roxy, and Rachelle’s roommate, introduced us and I shook her hand and my mouth dropped open. I could tell Rachelle knew she was having an impact on me. Her smile curled slightly to the left, as if we had shared a secret between us. I raised my eyebrows at her and I wanted to smack the shit out of her perfect, pretty face. I wanted to…fuck her. Not like a girl. I wanted to fuck her like a guy, as if I were a guy, and I felt like one. Suddenly I felt aggressive, and angry and I couldn’t seem to stop myself from going after her. It was as if instinct had taken over me, and I was powerless to stop it. 

I got up and moved to her, leaning in to where my mouth was next to her ear. I leaned further until I could smell her hair and I let the scent flood my senses. I was momentarily distracted by her, but then the anger came back, my will to hurt her rising. 

“We should go somewhere where we can be alone,” I whispered. “Take me somewhere private,” I ordered her and she nodded. 

“Come this way,” she pulled me until we were in a bedroom. She locked the door and gave me a naughty look, one that dared me to do something to her. I knew that look. I’d given it to men plenty of times, but now Rachelle was doing it to me, and it was having the desired effect. I pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. I covered her mouth with kisses and I watched myself, in awe at how I’d changed. I was dominant now with Rachelle, and I could feel the power of having her under my control coursing through me like a drug. I wanted to fucking hurt her and so I choked her frail little neck as I kissed her. I moved my other hand to her pussy and fingered here, hitting her G-spot with a fierceness that made her writhe and scream with pleasure. 

“You like this, don’t you, you little slut?” I asked her, sounding just like all the men that had dominated me in the past. I became them as I ordered her around. “You have any dildos in this place?” I asked her, almost hoping she would say no so I could fuck her with a spatula or a softball bat. 

“Yes. Right here. This is my room,” she explained and she fished out a harness with a strapped on dildo. I smiled with pleasure. For some reason, this was perfect. I had been feeling like a man, like the kind of guy who could take control. And now I had my very own cock for the first time, and my very first slut to fuck with it! I strapped it onto my body and smiled sadistically. I had a dick now. And I was going to use it. 

“Rachelle, you’re a fucking slut. Get on your hands and knees. Stick that whore pussy out for me.” I liked how commanding I was. I sounded like someone she should listen to, and she did. She let out a cute, little moan and she scrambled into position. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her taut so her back was in a reverse arch. She looked so slutty as I shoved the plastic cock into her waiting pussy. She let out a long, howl that made me so much more horny than I’d ever been. I’d never wanted to destroy someone before, but something inside of me knew that Rachelle needed this just as much as I did. I fucked her so ridiculously hard, harder than any man had ever dared to fuck me. 

Rachelle came hard on my plastic dick and I watched as she had orgasm after orgasm, only encouraging me to fuck her even harder. I grabbed her neck and choked her hard. It came so naturally, so perfectly. I couldn’t seem to stop myself, as my hips thrust into her, and my heart was fierce with the passion of a dominant man. Except I wasn’t a man, and I knew it. I was just a woman who had lost her fucking mind. I was just a woman who had only been submissive, and suddenly had snapped. I blamed Rachelle for this. She was the first girl I had ever fucked, and yet she was the one that brought out the man in me, the man in me I’d never known I’d had. 

I came to a stop as my lungs ran out of air and I collapsed, tired from all of my anger and inner torment. Rachel lay in a heap and I found her body with mine and held her tightly, as if she were my life raft. I was scared by the way I had acted and the things I had felt, but Rachelle didn’t seem to notice. Instead, her mouth found mine and she kissed my mouth and my neck and then down to the plastic cock. She loosened the harness, and let the dick drop away. Then she parted my pussy lips and she licked my clit for me. I hadn’t realized the orgasm that I had been harboring, but as Rachelle released it I felt something inside of me shift. I let myself scream and cum all over her pretty, little face. I felt so vulnerable then as I came for her, and I wondered if men felt this way when they fell in love. I wondered if men felt weak when they let their guard down and let a beautiful woman make them cum. 

slut-problems: I’d never even thought of fucki…

slut-problems:

I’d never even thought of fucking around with any of my son’s girlfriends before until he started dating Angela. She was different than the other girls, in that she was a slut. I’m a slut too, so it wasn’t hard to spot. Angela flirted with everyone around her and I could see why my son liked her so much. She had a lot of energy and she was full of life. She enjoyed helping people and I really found myself attracted to her. We spent a lot of time talking and hanging out while my son was busy at work or with his friends. In fact, it seemed like Angela was always around. 

“One of my friends is a lesbian,” she told me, “and the other day she asked me if I was into eating pussy.” I nodded. “So I told her I was in the right situation and I did some stuff with her and now I’m not sure if I’m a lesbian or bisexual or what. What do you think?” she asked me. 

“I don’t think it matters what you are if you are having a good time. I’m into girls and guys, myself,” I heard myself say. Even as I said it I knew it came off like I was flirting with her. I instantly wished I could take it back, but Angela was already smiling with satisfaction. 

“Can I ask you something?” she smiled wickedly. 

“Sure.” 

“Have you ever thought about hooking up with a younger girl? By that I mean me,” she said. She was gutsy, and it was a turn on. This girl was flirting with me so hard I almost didn’t know what to do. I thought of my son and how wrong it would be for me to fuck her, but then I thought of myself and how I didn’t get to fuck girls very often and I couldn’t just pass up the opportunity. 

“I’ve definitely thought about it,” I told her. 

“I have this mommy fantasy,” Angela went on. “And ever since I met you I just wanted you to be my Mommy and fuck me and make me do bad things. Is that wrong?” she asked me. 

“Yes, it’s wrong, but that’s probably why it sounds like so much fun,” I said laughing. 

“Let’s go to the bedroom and play?” Angela asked me. “He won’t be home for a few hours.” She was referring to my son and so I smiled and we stood up and walked to the bedroom. My heart was pounding as I watched her walk ahead of me, her hot, little ass shaking. I was going to fuck my son’s girlfriend. It was happening!

“Mommy, I’m horny. My pussy needs love,” Angela said in a little girl voice. 

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed!” I ordered her and she did as I asked. Her legs were spread for me by the time I was naked and I climbed in between them and began to lick her pussy. 

“Mommy, this is so wrong!” she moaned as I licked her. 

“Shhhh,” I told her, but she kept right on moaning. I worked my fingers in her as I rapidly licked her clit until she came. Making Angela cum was easy and so I did it again and again. “Lay down here,” I told her pointing to a spot. I climbed on top of her face. 

“Lick my pussy, little girl. Mommy needs to cum!” I began to grind my pussy on her face and to her credit she was licking my pussy hungrily. I could tell that she was enjoying this. “Lick Mommy’s pussy!” I screamed and her tongue went fucking nuts on my clit. I came on her face, using her. “Good girl! Good girl! Good fucking girl!” I screamed as I came. When I was done cumming I smiled down at her. 

“You’re a useful little girl. I’ll probably keep you for a while,” I smiled and commanded her to lick again. I used her that way, riding her face and using her to make myself cum. 

“I have a strap on,” I told her. “Hold on.” I went to my closet and fished the harness out of my toy box and strapped it to myself. “Mommy has a big dick,” I announced as I walked toward her and hopped on the bed. I shoved the plastic cock into Angela’s mouth. “Suck Mommy’s plastic cock and get it wet for your pussy, you little slut!” 

“Yes Mommy!” she screamed before I shoved it down her throat. Nothing showcased Angela’s sluttiness more than this moment, where she sucked down that huge plastic cock as if it were a real cock. I pulled it out of her mouth and spread her legs. “Open your legs wide for Mommy like the slut that you are!” 

“Yes Mommy! I’m your slut! Fuck me!” she screamed with joy. 

“Yeah you are you little slut!” I plunged the plastic cock into her and I fucked her. It had been a while since I’d fucked a girl like this, but it was like riding a bike. I remembered all the right moves. I pushed her legs back over her head and I pushed that cock nice and deep inside of her. She was really cumming hard now and watching her cum like that was one of the best highlights of my life. 

“Cum for Mommy!” I screamed

“YES! YES YES YES! MOMMMMMYYY! YES!” Her screams were so beautiful. I loved that I was doing this to her and I looked down at her and watched her fall apart all over my plastic dick. She was such a little slut, and I fucking loved it. I slowed down to a stop when I had made her cum for the fifth time. She looked tired. 

“How was that? Did that scratch your mommy fantasy itch?” I asked her. 

“A little,” she said. “I think I might have to fuck you more often, though,” she told me. “I mean, we are alone together a lot. We might as well use the time wisely, right?” She did have a point. 

“Don’t you feel bad, though?” I asked her. 

“About what?” she asked. 

“About my son. You know, your boyfriend?” I smiled. 

“I don’t feel bad,” she said. “You’re my Mommy too.” She pulled me to her and kissed me. “Mommy, I want to lick your pussy again,” she smirked and it was so fucking cute that I opened my legs for her. We still had time before my son got home, and she was right. I was her Mommy too, now. I needed to take care of her. 

The best part about being swingers is that it …

The best part about being swingers is that it allows me to meet lots of other bisexual women who are down to let me fuck their pussies. My husband and I have made lots of swinger friends and he doesn’t care if I fuck the girls on my own as long as he is allowed to fuck who he wants on the side too. It’s perfect and that’s how I ended up her with Lorna working out in my private gym. 

“I’m an excellent personal trainer,” I told her, which wasn’t a lie. I was a certified personal trainer and I had clients that came to my home gym for workouts. I offered to give Lorna a free workout and she accepted. 

“Wow, look at this setup,” she said with a naughty smile. “Are we really going to work out or are we going to fuck?” 

“We can do both,” I said with a smile. “Get naked, slut!” She giggled and we both took off our clothes, leaving only our tennis shoes and socks on. 

“I’m ready,” she smiled. 

“Okay, let’s start with a warm up. Lay back on this bench,” I instructed, in my trainer voice.

“Okay,” Lorna giggled and she laid back on the bench and I climbed on top of her in 69 position. “Lick,” I commanded as I licked her pussy for her. It was pretty hot as we licked one another on the weight bench. I could hear her sighs of pleasure as she made them into my pussy. She came hard and I let her shake and shudder beneath me and when she was finished she ramped up her own licks of her tongue on my clit and I came for her nicely.

“Time for a new position,” I announced and I got on top of her and spread her legs and then I wedged my pussy between her legs, so the we were like two pairs of scissors meeting in the middle. “Hold onto the weight bar,” I told her and she did as I asked. I moved my pussy so that my clit was rubbing against hers in the most pleasurable way. It felt so good to feel the wetness of her pussy against my own and the slip and slide of our skin as we felt one another’s pussies. 

“Oh my God! This is the best workout ever!” she moaned. 

“Isn’t it?” I asked, and of course I knew that it was. I was a personal trainer. I did this sort of things with most of my female clientele. Of course, I gave them real workouts too, but with Lorna it wasn’t about that. She was a swinger and I knew why she was here. She was here to cum with me and I wasn’t going to disappoint her. 

“Yes! Yes!” she moaned and I knew that she was close as I rubbed my pussy against hers. I could feel myself begin to lose my grasp on reality and I began to cum for her, using her body to get myself off. I forgot where I was or what I was doing as I rubbed my clit against hers, back and forth until I was screaming. I could hear Lorna’s screams joining my own as we both let go and came together. Both of us lost our shit together and I knew that it was one of the best orgasms of my life. We rode that wave of pleasure together until it had subsided and I came to a stop, our pussies wet and juicy. Our juices had dripped all over Lorna’s legs and all over the weight bench padding. 

“That was amazing,” she said. 

“I told you I was an awesome personal trainer,” I smiled at her as I disentangled my legs from hers. “You done? Or can you handle some more?” 

“Do you mean actual workout or more sex?” she asked. 

“What do you think?” I asked her, grabbing my harness and strapping it to my body. 

“I’m ready for more,” she smiled. 

“Well then, pick your poison,” I instructed grabbing a box that contained all of the attachments I had bought for my harness. She eyes the box of dildos carefully and chose a pink, ribbed one. 

“This one,” she smiled. 

“Lay back then, slut. Get ready for a workout you’ll never forget…”

“It’s so boring,” Latisha said as we sat on he…

“It’s so boring,” Latisha said as we sat on her bed in our bikinis watching Netflix. It was summer and we’d been swimming all day long, but now it was just us and we were at a loss for things to do. 

“I know. Everyone’s gone. What should we do?” I asked. 

“I have an idea, but you might not be able to handle it,” I smiled wickedly her way and she looked at me with curiosity, 

“Tell me!” 

“Only if you promise not to freak out. Do you promise?” I asked her. 

“Okay, I promise,” Latisha said, her eyes wide and her face tilted to the side in a way that made me want to fuck her. I’d been crushing on Latisha for a while now, but I’d been too chicken to say anything to her about it. 

“I think we should make each other cum,” I announced with a smile. I looked pleased with myself as Latisha took in this piece of information. 

“Eww! I’m not a lesbian!” she said with disgust. 

“Neither am I?” I said, trying to explain. “But we’re bored, and we both have pussies. Getting each other off doesn’t make us lesbians.” 

“It doesn’t?” she asked. 

“Of course not. We’re just practicing for guys. Watch. Close your eyes,” I told her and when she did I kissed her mouth gently. I could feel something for Latisha as I kissed her. She was my best friend, but she as also something else. She was the girl I’d wanted to fuck since I’d learned that girls could do that together. I thought about what her pussy would taste like and what she’d look like when she came. 

“That gave me chills,” she murmured and so I kissed her again. 

“Let me make you cum,” I whispered as I pulled away. “Come here,” I pulled her bikini bottoms off of her and buried my face into her pussy. I licked her the way I had always imagined in my mind and I listened to her screams of pleasure, as she begged me for more and more. 

“No guy has ever made me feel like this,” Latisha said breathlessly. 

“Just wait,” I told her and I went to my drawer and grabbed my box of toys. I found a black butt plug and I lubed it up. “Spread your legs for me. This might feel a little weird,” I explained as I fingered her asshole. 

“I don’t do butt stuff!” Latisha cried in a scared voice. 

“Just trust me,” I begged her and I shoved the plug in and watched it get sucked up inside of her. Then I held her as I kissed her deeply. I fingered her pussy until she was a wet, little mess and then I kissed her some more. “How does it feel now?” 

“So good. Oh my God!” 

“Here, come sit in my lap,” I showed her where to sit. We faced the mirror, sitting on me bed, Latisha in front of me, my arms wrapped around her. I reached around to her pussy and began to rub it the way that I would rub my own clit. I went nuts on her clit and I listened to her cries of pleasure and screams of joy! She was enjoying herself. I could tell by the way her body shook and shuddered. She had tasted every bit as sweet as I’d always dreamed, and now she was all mine, her legs spread and her cum dripping all over my bed. I knew I was never going to change the sheets again. Not after this. I would sleep in Latisha’s cum forever.

“More?” I asked her, and she cried out for me as she came again. 

“Please! MORE!” she screamed and I smiled. This was way better than anything I had imagined in my fantasies. I hoped Latisha saw it that way too. In fact, it was going to be really hard going back to being just friends with Latisha, but if I played my cards right that wouldn’t have to be the case. If I made her cum hard enough, maybe we could be more than just friends. 

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