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Story 4 - The Making of a Slut

I wasn't always the submissive type. I didn't even realize I was that I was submissive until I was 18, and my education as a slut began with a guy named John.

I'd met John at a party. He was one of those really good looking cocky guys that sits around and lets all the girls just fawn over him. You could tell, just by looking at him, that he felt every girl in the room was totally beneath him. When I first saw him, I was pretty much disgusted by the way he looked at all the women, and I was completely disgusted by the ridiculous way the girls were acting around him.

So, when he first turned his attention to me after I'd had a few beers, I just ignored him. I reveled at being the one girl at the party who was willing to just blow him off. As I figured, this really seemed to annoy him---even though he didn't show it outwardly—but I could tell that he was suddenly focusing on me more than anyone else. After a few hours, I was standing at the beer keg and someone stepped up close behind me.

"Hey there," I heard a deep clear voice come from behind me. I looked back, and there was John, smiling down at me at.

"Hey," I said, and went back to my beer. He pressed into me, and I smiled to myself at the futility of the gesture.

"I've been watching you over here, and I love that skirt you're wearing."

I looked down at the black pleated skirt I'd put on that evening. "Thanks," I said dismissively, "it's new."

"Really, well, maybe you ought to let me break it in for you," he said, oozing what sounded like a drunken sort of confidence. The request seemed so desperately stupid to me that I almost laughed.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked feigning innocence.

"I think you know what I mean, doll." He said.

"Uh, I'm sure I don't," I said as I sipped my beer.

"Well, maybe I should show you," he said, his hard body pressed against mine.

This time I did giggle as I looked back over my shoulder at him, "And what, are you going to do that right here, stud?" I said condescendingly. Although, looking at him I don't think he realized that I was talking down to him.

"Nah," he said, "I figured we'd go the bathroom and I'd show you what I mean."

"Oh, the bathroom, how very romantic," I said sarcastically.

He pushed into me, trying to push me in the direction of the bathroom, and said, "C'mon, I'll show you how romantic it is, baby."

I almost said, "Oh please, you loser," but instead I decided to play along a little bit longer, and then make a jackass of him when I turned him down. So, I walked to the bathroom with John practically glued to my back.

As we walked into the bathroom, I thought he seemed to change. The drunkeness that seemed so evident just a few minutes ago seemed to dissolve away into some sort of steely resolution. His hand, suddenly very strong, locked onto my hips from behind as he held me against him.

 

"So what do you think is going to happen?" I asked as he closed the door behind us.

"I think I'm going to fuck your brains out, babe." His voice now had no hint of drunkeness, it sounded all business, as though he hadn't had a single drink the entire night.

I didn't even try to hide the shocked look on my face, "Oh really? You seem awfully sure of yourself there, mister."

He put his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to him. "Yeah, I'm sure. I'm sure that you're going to let me fuck that tight little body of yours."

I don't know if it was the beer I'd been drinking, or the tone of his voice, or just the natural reaction of my body feeling his tightly muscled body against mine, but I felt myself getting more and more aroused. Still, rationally I was resisting his advance, "I don't think so," I said. In my mind, I was ready to walk out there and tell everyone at the party about his pathetic attempt to get some from me.

He grabbed my hand and slid it quickly down to the front of his jeans. I felt the noticeable bulge in his pants and instinctively wrapped my hand around it, feeling it, running my hand down the length of it. My eyes probably widened as, even through his jeans, I could tell how incredibly long it felt.

"I bet you've never had a cock this big. Shit, I bet you couldn't even handle me," he said, almost dismissively, as if he'd suddenly lost interest in me. My hand continued to move up and down his length, and I realized that he was actually right on the first part, I'd never had anyone as big as him. And, to be honest, I wasn't sure if I could handle him.

"I've had cocks this big," I lied, "and I know I could handle you."

"Bullshit," he said, as he leaned back against the sink. "You've never had a cock this big, baby, I can tell by the look in your eye." I realized I was still stroking him and that I should stop, but I couldn't, even through his jeans it seemed like his cock was swelling every moment. I began to wonder how his jeans weren't exploding from all the pressure that seemed to be building in them.

"I could handle it," I said softly, more shyly.

He looked at me for a moment, and then reached down. He began to undo his jeans. I took a step back, my eyes glued downward, watching his hands, waiting and anticipating seeing what his cock looked like out of those tight jeans. He reached in, and slowly pulled his cock out. I let out an involuntary gasp as I saw the length of it, still not fully hard. His cock was beautiful, long and thick, perfectly shaped and proportioned. I felt like I had been staring at it for an hour when his clear deep voice broke into my thoughts, "Still think you can handle it?"

I nodded my head silently in assent. Although my eyes were still on his cock, I could hear the smile forming on his lips as he gave me my first command. "Take your skirt off."

Without taking my eyes of his cock, as if on autopilot I reached to my side, undid the button of my skirt, and slid the zipper down. I slid my skirt off my hips and let it drop to floor, where I stepped out of it. He slid his hand down, and slowly began to stroke his cock, which improbably seemed to grow even larger. I was entranced by the way the veins bulged as blood flooded to the huge head. "Take those panties off," he said.

I felt as though the only two things in the world were his deep voice and his massive cock. I felt powerless to do anything but comply: my hands slid my panties over my hips and they dropped to the floor without any other thought.

I felt one of his hands on my shoulder, pulling me to him, and I let him guide me as he moved out of my way, stepping beside and then behind me as he pushed me face forward toward the sink. My gaze finally broken from his beautiful cock, I looked up and saw my face in the mirror, his thick chest and face over my shoulder behind me. His hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my neck, as his other hand slid onto my waist. His hand on my neck pushed me forward, while his hand on my waist pulled me back. I stepped back under his grasp, and bent slowly over at the waist, my hands still on the sink, my head just high enough to still see him in the mirror. He had a slight grin on his lips as he spoke again, "You're going to take it all, aren't you?"

I nodded again, silently, my eyes locked on his in the mirror. He took his hand off my hip, shifted slightly, and then I could feel the head of his cock sliding against my wet slit. It felt incredibly large against me, and for a moment I wondered if it was his fist that he was rubbing against me, but then I felt it part my lips, slick with my juices, and I knew that it was his cock. Without any hint of gentleness, he forced the head into me, parting me and filling me. I moaned loudly, incredibly intense bursts of pleasure and pain shooting through my entire body. He began pumping his head into me, and I could tell that with each stroke he was moving deeper into my body. His cock was unrelenting, and the part of my mind that could still think was sure that each stroke would have to be his last, that he couldn't possibly go any deeper.

My knees grew weak. I closed my eyes and bit down hard on my lower lip as I tried to focus on not screaming out for him to stop. Each powerful thrust of his cock felt like a jackhammer driving me closer to oblivion. I gripped the sink tightly and felt my face lower down to the cold porcelain, trying to keep my head from slamming into the wall.

 

After what felt like an eternity, and with a final mind blowing thrust, I finally felt his hips against my ass. With his entire cock inside me, I felt as though I had been impaled, that my entire body was filled with nothing but his cock. He held me fast, as he swiveled his hips slightly, his cock sliding around inside me. He began to pump his cock into me in short fast bursts. "Mmmm, fuck," he grunted, "you're tight. God, I love that. My girlfriend is so fucking loose she's hardly worth fucking anymore."

My mind rebelled. His girlfriend??? Was this prick actually telling me he had a fucking girlfriend while he was fucking me in a bathroom? Well, that was it. There was no way I was going to keep letting him fuck me. I couldn't believe the bastard actually thought I was going to stay after that!

But then suddenly, he seemed to withdraw a foot of cock from me, and slammed it back into me. Every thought in my head seemed to disappear, replaced with flashes of light before my eyes and the incredible feeling of his cock pounding me. The next thing I knew, his strong hands were curling a lock of thick brown hair, and pulling my head back. I suddenly found myself forced to look into the mirror, his face staring back at me almost in contempt, as he pounded relentlessly into my pussy. "You've never had a cock like this, and you fucking love it, don't you?" he said with a sneer.

"Yes," I found myself moaning, surprised at my response.

"You're a fucking slut aren't you?"

No man had ever called me a slut before. I couldn't even imagine one of the guys I had dated from school ever daring to say something like that. There was no way I was going to just let him call me a slut. "Yes," I murmured softly, beside myself that I'd say such a thing.

"What'd you say?" he said tauntingly.

"I said, yes."

"Yes, what, bitch?"

"Yes, I'm a slut." I gasped between thrusts.

"You're my slut aren't you?" He pulled my hair tighter, pulling my head back, stretching my neck as he comprised my spine with thundering thrust after thunder thrust.

"Yes," I said.

"And you love giving me the nice tight hole to fuck that my girlfriend can't, don't you?"

"Yes," I said, and I suddenly realized it was true. I did love it. I loved the fact that this guy was fucking me silly. That I was giving him a fucking that his girlfriend couldn't. I loved that he was using me for nothing more than a way to satisfy his monster cock. I wanted to be his slut.

I suddenly looked at him again in the mirror, my eyes narrowing with resolve. "Are you going to talk all night," I said forcefully, "or are you going to fuck my brains out?"

He looked only mildly surprised, and then his fist tightened in my hair, and he really started pounding me. He pulled my hair back hard, and although it sent shocks of pain through my body, the pain was overrided by the sense of pleasure in being filled more thoroughly with cock then I had ever thought possible. The pain and pleasure seemed to twist together, forming a sensation I'd never felt before. Each thrust seemed to last an eternity, even though he was pounding into me as fast as he could. His hips slapped against my ass, and I could feel his balls swinging forward into me with each stroke. I tried to keep my eyes, to keep them locked on his dark unwavering eyes, but it was too much. As he pounded away at me, I closed my eyes, moaning and gasping for breath. I began to feel like he was never going to stop, like he was going to just keep pounding into me until he broken me in half. And I wanted him to.

Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of me and rested it over my ass and along my tailbone. "Ever had a guy cum on your face?"

I shook my head, "No." Although I'd thought about, I'd never actually let a guy do it. I wasn't even sure if I ever would.

"Turn around and get on your knees," he commanded.

Dutifully, I did. As I turned, I saw that he was stroking that magnificently long cock. As soon as I had got down on my knees and looked up at his huge cock in my face, I felt a gob of hot cum hitting my cheek and splattering over my eye. I barely had time to blink my eye closed. I felt shot after shot hit my face, and I jerked instinctively as each one landed on me. I felt it on my open lips, hitting my chin, and shooting into my hair. I remained motionless, feeling his cum dripping down between my lips and down the side of my face. Eventually, the pulses of cum stopped, and I felt him begin to rub his cock over my cum covered face. I moaned pleasantly happy. I'd never been happier than being on the floor of that bathroom, the cold tiles under my knees and the hot cum on my face.

"Clean me" he said as he pressed his cock against my lips. I did. I ran my tongue over his cock, licking him clean, loving the thick salty taste of his cum. Finally, he pulled away, reached down, and with his thumb rubbed the cum from my eye. I opened my eyes and looked up at him as he put his cock back into his jeans and began buttoning them up. "You're going to want to clean up before you head back out there," he winked.

And with that, he opened the door and simply walked out.

I sat there for a moment in this strange bathroom I'd never been in before. For a moment, I wondered who I was. Who was this girl that had let what was essentially a perfect stranger fuck me. A guy who had never even asked my name or had the decency to kiss me had just bent me over a bathroom sink, fucked me like a cheap whore, and came on my face. As I silently pulled a towel from the rack and began cleaning my covered face, I tried to imagine how I could even go back outside to the party. Wouldn't everyone know what had happened? Wouldn't they know that I'd just let that cocky bastard use me and just walk out on me? I tried to rub the cum out of my hair, but I knew that that the sticky goo was going to be there until I got home and into the shower.

I put my skirt back on and picked my panties off the floor. Then I reached into my purse. I decided then that he'd been bold, and it was only right that I match bold with bold.

As I walked back out to the party, which had died down, I saw John sitting on the couch with two girls on either side of him and a couple of guys hanging around probably hoping to catch his scraps. I walked over to him, and he looked up at me like he had no idea who I was. I smiled at him, and leaned over him. "My name is Sarah," I said with a wicked smile, "give me a call if you ever want me again." And with that, I simply winked, handed him my panties, turned and walked out of the party, ignoring the shocked expression on the faces of the girls and the guys sitting there.

I didn't know if he'd call. But I at least knew he'd have my number, as I had written them on my panties before leaving the bathroom.

* * *

Two weeks passed, and I hadn't heard from John. I'd assumed he wasn't interested, and that was okay. In a way, I felt like if he had called me back right away, it wouldn't have been the same. Still, I was starting to think that I'd never have another experience like that, and it kind of bummed me out.

I was getting ready to go drinking with my roommate and some of our friends when the phone rang. I picked it up, and answered it.

"Sarah?" that deep dark voice came through the phone like a sledgehammer.

My knees grew weak, and I actually had to catch myself as I tried to sound normal when I said, "Yes, this is her."

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Um, I'm going out with some girlfriends for drinks."

"No, you're not," he said matter of factly.

I paused for a moment. I felt like I was at some sort of crossroads. What should I say? I was conflicted and confused, unsure of what to say next. Without thinking, I simply said, "No, I'm not."

"What time are they leaving?"

"In about an hour," I said.

"Good, I'll call you back in about an hour, and tell you where to come." He clicked off the line.

I put the phone done. I was stunned, in a state of shock. I went to my roommate, and told her that I suddenly wasn't feeling well. I begged off the night out, even though she was really disappointed.

As soon as she left, I went to my bedroom and picked out a new outfit, something that I hoped would knock John's socks off. I put on pair of lacey top black stocking with a backseam, my sluttiest black stilettos, a short black skirt, a white blouse with an easily visible black bra underneath. I sat on my couch, next to the phone and waited for John to call. He kept me waiting my own sweet time. An hour after he said he'd called, the phone finally rang. It was John. He matter of factly told me where he lived and told me to get there right away. I immediately got in my car and drove over there.

John lived in a really nice loft apartment downtown. When I got to his door, I knocked and stood outside, nervous and anxious at the same time. I heard him yell out for me to come in, and I opened the door.

John was sitting on his couch, talking on his phone and watching a basketball game on TV, and he motioned me into his living room. As I walked across the hardwood floor, my heels clicking, he gestured for me to stop. He looked at me, his eyes roaming up and down my body, while he continued to talk on the phone. He made a twirling gesture, clearly wanting me to turn around for him. I did, turning slowly on my heels. When I turned back around, looking at him for his approval, he simply gestured down at my shirt and motioned for me to lift it. I did, still nervous, and showed him displayed my lacey top stockings, and my tightly trimmed pussy. He smiled at this, and nodded his head approvingly.

"Nah, that's okay baby," he said into the phone, "I don't really feel like going out tonight." I realized that he was talking to his girlfriend. A surge of jealously shot through me. Not anger, just jealousy. He must have seen my look change, but he didn't seem to care. Instead he snapped his fingers once and then pointed at the spot of floor between his legs. I walked over, and slid down to my knees at his feet. I kept my emerald eyes locked on his, awaiting his direction. He lifted his shirt slightly, showing me the top of jeans. I quickly leaned forward and began to undo his pants. I pulled his still soft cock out, and was impressed by how big seemed even almost fully soft.

"I think I'm just going to stay in alone tonight," he said into the phone, "watch the game or something." I began to stroke his cock, and leaned forward to press my crimson lips against him. I slid my tongue over his shaft, feeling him start to slowly swell. I looked at him again, but he seemed oblivious to me, looking over my head at the TV screen and concentrating on his conversation with his girlfriend. I tugged his jeans slowly down. He lifted slightly off the couch so I could pull his jeans down far enough to have full access to him.

"No, I don't mind spending the night alone, geez, I'm not a fucking kid, doll. I don't need a babysitter." I lowered my head, and began to suck on his balls, sucking them carefully into my mouth as I began to stroke his swelling cock in my tiny hand. I slowly began to lick my way back up his shaft, my tongue sliding around him, covering him with a layer of saliva. His cock had grown to full hardness, and I enthralled by how big it seemed now that I was sitting there kneeling in front of it, contemplating how I was going suck him off. When I reached the top, I wrapped my soft lips around his head and began to rim him, my tongue sliding in slow circles around him.

"What the fuck, babe" he said, and for a moment I thought he was talking to me, "I'm telling you I'm going to stay fucking home. What's your deal?" I smiled to myself, thrilled to hear him express displeasure at his girlfriend while at the same time his rock hard cock betrayed how happy he was with me. I began to bob my head up and down on his shaft as I slowly stroked the bottom of his shaft in my dainty fist. As I took his engorged head between my red lips and welcomed it into my warm wet mouth, John slid his hand up into my hair. I looked up at him, my emerald eyes sparkling mischievously. He looked back down at me smiling confidently, and rolled his eyes at the woman nagging him on the phone. I rolled my tongue around his head, slowly, luxuriously, feeling every crease and ridge. He nodded at me approvingly, and then I slowly began to work my way down his shaft, taking it slowly, and inch at a time, letting it fill my mouth. With my free hand I began to unbutton my blouse.

"Look, doll, I'll be fine. I've got plenty of entertainment right here," he said. I slid his saliva- covered cock out of my mouth, and slide it between my breasts, letting it ride against my black satin bra and my smooth soft breasts. I arched my back, pushing my breasts forward. He looked down at me again, clearly loving the look of me on my knees in front of him, his huge glistening cock sliding between my breasts, a thin trail of saliva hanging from my lower lip to the tip of his cock. I leaned forward, taking his head back into my mouth as my chest heaved up and down massaging his thick hard cock.

"Yeah, that's great," he said, "I'll give you a call tomorrow sometime. Yeah, yeah, you too, babe," he said, and then clicked his phone off. "Man, what a bitch," he said to me almost immediately. I started to take my mouth off him again to respond, but his hand held me fast. "I tell you, if she weren't such a great cocksucker, I'd dump her in a heartbeat." I continued to suck him off, murmuring a short acknowledgment. "Of course, you're make a great case for yourself there, hon. I love those tits, man, they're perfect. But you know what, I think you need a good fucking. Get up."

I took his cock out of my mouth and stood up, a huge smile on my wet lips. I stood before him, looking down at his massive cock, sticking up from his lap like a flagpole. He slid on hand up my leg, sliding up my skirt and immediately to my pussy. He smiled as he felt how wet I was for him already.

"I like those stockings you're wearing. I fucking hate pantyhose. You're never go to wear them with me, right?" I nodded a yes, knowing right then that I'd never wear pantyhose again. "Good, now, turn around."

I turned around, facing the television screen. "Tell me what you want," he said from behind me.

Feel more than a little self-conscious, I whispered, "I want your cock."

 

"What?" he asked.

"I want your cock," I said a little louder, more seductively, "I want you to fuck me."

"How bad do you want it, baby?"

I smiled, and cooed back to him, "I want it real bad. I need it. I need that big hard cock deep inside me. I want you to fuck me like the slut I am."

I could hear his voice oozing with satisfaction, "Sit down, babe."

I slowly sat down, reach between my legs to find his cock and guide it against my slit. His head slid into my wetness, spreading me. I worked my body and down a couple of times, letting my body adjust to his huge member. "God, it's sooooo big," I moaned and I slowly impaled myself on his marvelous manhood.

"Yeah," he said, "it's hard to find chicks who can take it all."

"I love it," I moaned back at him, "and I love taking," I paused, and then slid down his shaft, burying it inside me, feeling every inch of my pussy, "it all." I said with a gasp.

"Yeeeaaaahh" he moaned.

I ground around on his cock, my stilettos barely able to find purchase on his hardwood floors. I leaned back, putting my hands on waist, and began to pump up and down on his lap. His huge cock slid in and out of my body, each stroke feeling like a sledgehammer pounding up into me.

He lifted my skirt and slapped my ass hard. "You're great Friday night entertainment, babe, and don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise." I moaned loudly again, barely able to formulate a thought, much less talk coherently. He slapped my ass again as I pounded down on him. Then he slid his hand back around, and slowly pushed one of his fingers into my ass.

I groaned and bit my lower lip. I began to pump up and down on him furiously, my body heaving, my hair flying around my face, and felt sweat began to rise on my brow. The feeling of his finger in my ass and his huge cock in my pussy was driving me crazy. I felt an orgasm building quickly, and began breathing in shorter shallow breaths.

"Time to stop," he said.

"God no!" I screamed. "Please just a little more!!!"

He grabbed my waist in his strong hands and pulled me off him, lifting me off the floor like a doll as he rose, "I said time to stop, slut!" he said forcefully. He threw me back onto the couch, and with the moment of contact broken it seemed like the rest of the world came rushing back to me. He turned to me, standing in front of me, his face an immobile mask of seriousness. "Face the wall," he said.

For a moment, I thought about stopping, about getting up and leaving. What was I doing here, subjecting myself to this type of treatment? It was ridiculous. But then I looked at the incredible cock of his, glistening with my juices. Without a word, I simply turned around, putting my hands on the wall, kneeling on the couch with my legs spread. He reached down and flipped my skirt over my ass. I looked over my shoulder at him, and he leaned forward and pressed the head of his cock against my ass. I suddenly realized that he meant to fuck me up the ass with that huge cock. A finger was one thing, but that massive cock? In my ass? Sure, I'd had anal before, but never anything that big.

Without a word, he began to push the head of his huge cock into my ass. I squeezed my eyes closed, determined to take him. He grunted, and started shoving his cock into me, backing out after each stroke, and then pushing in again. I could feel sweat rising over my entire body, and I bit down on my lip hard enough to almost draw blood. It was all I could do not to scream. His two hand gripping my hips pulled my body back hard, as his hips thrust forward into me. With each stroke I was sure I couldn't take anymore, but with each following stroke he shoved more and more cock into my tight ass.

I reached one hand down between my legs and began to finger my swollen clit. Finally, he grip seemed to relax, and I realized that his cock was fully inside me.

"Fuck yessssss" I hissed.

He moved his hands up to my shoulders, pressing forward against the wall and compacting my body towards him at the same time. He started ramming his cock into me, pummeling me mercilessly. The only thought in my mind was how much I loved it. How much I loved that big thick cock tearing into my tight ass. How much I loved being used by him, how incredible it felt to totally submit to him, to let him do whatever he wanted to me.

Reflexively, I slid my fingers deep into my pussy, and came immediately. John either didn't notice, or didn't care, because he just kept pounding into me, pressing my small frame back onto his huge cock. Finally, I felt his body tense up, and with a low deep moan he slammed his cock hard all way into my ass. His fingers tightened around my shoulder, and I could feel his cock pulsating inside of me as his hot cum pumped into me. After a few seconds, I felt him slide out of me, and take a step back. He stood there, looking at me, his cock still huge, and said, "You know what to do."

And I did. Without a word, I turned to face him, slide immediately down to my knees, and began to lick his cock clean. He looked down at me with satisfaction as I eagerly ran my tongue over his entire cock, cleaning every bit of his delicious seed off of him.

With my eyes locked on his, he reached down and tenderly brushed a few strands of sweat slickened hair from my brow, and then said, quite softly, "Mmm, Sarah, you'll do whatever I tell you, won't you?"

I smiled up at him, and responded with a simple, "Yes."

He grinned widely. "And you'll do whoever I tell you, won't you?"

My mind whirled for moment, understanding what he was implying, and realizing that I would, "Yes," I said again.

He patted me on the head as I finished my job, "Good girl," he said pleasantly, "I'm going to show you things you never imagined possible."

 

I grinned, happier at that moment than I can I remember ever having been because I knew he would. And I knew I would love every minute of it.

* * *

Be sure to check back soon for the next part of this story as Sarah and John began to explore even more submissive adventures.

 

    

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