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How I Became a Slut Ch. 02

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The excitement and feelings I had for David were to only last twenty four hours, possibly less than that as the next night he phoned me to tell me the worst thing imaginable, he was married.

As he said the words it felt like a dagger was being pushed into my heart. He went on to apologise and explain why we couldn’t be together and repeat what we had done but I had stopped listening as I fought hard to hold back my tears.

It’s amazing how quickly your emotions can turn from love to hate in a matter of seconds. I don’t even remember the last thing he said to me as I hung up the phone before he had the chance to finish. How could he do this to me? I kept saying over and over to myself. I thought he liked me, wanted me even, but then I realised he did want me, just not the same way I wanted him.

That night I led on my bed crying wishing my world would end. Thankfully my mother didn’t bother me that night as I have no idea what I would have told her, the truth probably.

The following morning I told my mother that I didn’t feel very well so she phoned the school to say I wouldn’t be in. I ended up taking the whole week off and David didn’t call or text once to see if I was ok. By the end of the week I decided I had to pull myself together and except what had happened. I didn’t regret losing my virginity because I had really enjoyed it, but I felt dirty by the way I had been seduced and used.

As the weeks rolled by I started to feel normal again, I didn’t tell anybody about it and David made me promise to keep my mouth shut. I thought he had a cheek but I enjoyed letting him sweat for a bit, besides I didn’t want people calling me childish names.

The New Year arrived and with it came my mother’s new boyfriend, Allan He was younger than my mother at thirty three, compared to her forty one years, and I thought he was quite handsome.

The first time I met him was very brief. I was going out with the girls when they returned home with a DVD and a takeaway. I was wearing a knee length black dress that was low cut and I could tell he liked me as his eyes explored my body. I said goodnight and before I closed the door behind me I looked back over my shoulder and found him still gawping at me. I smiled.

In the beginning Allan only stayed over at weekends and I very rarely saw him, but when I did he always looked at me in an over friendly way. As well as finding it amusing it also made me feel good. Although I found him handsome I didn’t fancy him and the fact he was my mother’s boyfriend made it a bit weird too. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to enjoying the attention.

I think it was about seven months into their relationship when my mother turned forty two and to celebrate Allan threw her a surprise birthday party at our local pub. I had recently finished my exams so it was a double celebration with my friends and family.

Everybody seemed to be having a good time, especially my mother who spent most of the night dancing while I was at the bar drinking free wine, far too much wine in fact because I was becoming very drunk.

At one point during the night I went outside for a cigarette, quickly followed by Allan. I was wearing the same black dress I wore the night we first met and his wandering eyes hadn’t gone unnoticed this time either. He came right up behind me and asked me what I was doing. I smiled and pulled two cigarettes from my packet. I then felt his hands gently touching my hips as he took one of the cigarettes and I knew then that he wanted me.

He then turned me sideways and rested his free hand on my bum as we lit our cigarettes. I knew I should have stepped away and removed his hand but it felt nice. He wasn’t grabbing and groping my bum but he was gently smoothing his hand across my dress and over my cheeks. I could tell by his eyes as well as his body language that he was becoming aroused.

Again, I knew I was starting to play with fire, so I don’t know why I did it but once I finished my cigarette I gently rubbed my hand across the front of his trousers before returning to the party. I remember thinking that I shouldn’t have done that. But the excitement the sense of danger it created had also turned me on. I knew I wouldn’t act on it; after all he was my mother’s boyfriend.

Back in the pub he followed me around all night. The party was in full swing and most people, including my mother, were too drunk or having such a good time to notice. I had a few dances but I spent most of the time at the bar and Allan was never far behind cupping a sneaky feel of my bum. At one point he slid his hand up the back of my leg and squeezed my bare flesh. It made me jump but thankfully nobody noticed.

Near the end of the evening I was really starting to feel the effects of all the wine kocaeli escort I had drunk and I started to feel sick. Allan offered to take me home but, thankfully, my mother insisted he stay with her as she asked my friend to take care of me.

The next morning I woke with my breasts exposed and my panties hanging off the end of the bed. As I sat up trying to remember how I got to bed the night before I felt a slight pain between my legs. I reached down and realised I was sore. I was horrified as I thought the worst but then I quickly felt relieved when I found no evidence of sperm.

I laughed at the outrageous idea, it wasn’t uncommon for me to come home from a night out and masturbate myself to sleep. I couldn’t remember anything about the party but as I climbed off my bed and changed into my dressing gown I vaguely started to remember that Allan had been feeling my arse for most of the evening.

I eventually made it downstairs and into the kitchen where my mother and Allan were nursing their own hangovers. We laughed at each other and Allan poured me a cup of coffee. We chatted for a bit and I learnt that my friend, Emma and her boyfriend Matt had brought me home, which made me feel a little weird considering my state of dress that morning. As we continued chatting and reminiscing I noticed Allan grinning with an air of cockiness. He had obviously enjoyed the party I thought.

Later on in the shower I tried to remember what had happened to me the night before. Had I masturbated? Did Emma and Matt do things to me? Or was it Allan? I felt confused and didn’t know how to feel.

When I questioned Emma I acted as if nothing had happened. Casually she told me that Matt carried me up to my bedroom and they left me on my bed. She seemed genuine enough and nothing in her tone gave me reason to doubt her. In fact I felt a little bit stupid for thinking her and Matt would do such a thing. Next I questioned my mother, in the same way I did Emma, and she told me that her and Allan got home around two o’clock in the morning and went to bed. I considered the possibility that once she had fallen asleep he might have crept into my room, but she added at the end that she was pissed off with him for crashing out and depriving her of sex on her birthday.

I decided I must have pleasured myself and was too drunk to remember, but then over the days that followed I started to remember bits and pieces and worked out the rest.

I could hear people laughing and then someone plonking me onto my bed. I guessed it was Emma and Matt from what she had told me but I couldn’t picture them. I don’t know if it happened immediately as that would mean it was Emma and Matt or weather it happened much later, but I remember being pulled over onto my back and feeling a pulling action on my body. I now realise that it was my panties being pulled down. I think my legs were pulled wide apart but I couldn’t be sure. I then felt something pushing in and out between my legs. I know I was being penetrated but what with, a finger, fingers or even a cock? I couldn’t remember my dress being pulled down or my breasts being touched but I could remember something heavy on top of me before my body started to rock. I must have been lying motionless while someone, Matt or Allan, fucked me. I don’t know how long it lasted but I can confirm that I was sore in the morning. With no traces of cum I figured that whoever it was that night he probably wore a condom.

Even to this day I don’t know who it was that fucked me. Sometimes I would masturbate imaging that it was Matt as Emma watched. Other times I would masturbate imaging Allan, but that side of the fantasy would soon end.

At the end of the summer I went off to university where my sexual education expanded. I had a couple of short term boyfriends and a few one night stands but they were nothing to really cherish or look back on for self pleasure. But the times I spent at home during my three years at university were.

One Friday morning I was at home completing an assignment and I thought I was alone. I knew my mother had gone to work and I assumed Allan, who had by now moved in, had also gone to work. As I thought I was alone I got out of bed and threw on a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of shorts, no bra or panties.

I had my back to the lounge door and was so engrossed in my assignment that I nearly had a heart attack when Allan entered to greet me. He came up behind me looking over my shoulder and asked me what I was doing. I knew he could see down my t-shirt if he looked and knowing Allan he probably was. I didn’t want to be rude so I began to tell him about my assignment. I welcomed the break and lit a cigarette as I sat back talking about my work.

Then I felt something. Allan placed his hands onto darıca escort my shoulders and started to gently massage them. I didn’t move as he started to rub a little deeper, feeling his fingers pressing into my aching muscles, I started to really relax. His thumbs began massaging my neck gently as I talked more about my work. I knew that neither of us was really interested in what I was saying but it acted as a decoy, allowing him to touch me inappropriately.

His hands began to tremble and I realised he was edging his fingers forward. His fingertips lightly massaged the front of my neck before moving further down my chest, and then in one trembling movement he slid his hand inside my t-shirt and grabbed my right breast. I gasped and sat up in shock. I knew I should have removed his hand but I felt powerless and remained still as he dropped his other hand into my t-shirt and massaged both breasts.

I stopped talking as he groped me and started to rub my nipples. My breathing became heavier as I started to forget about my work and concentrate on the feeling inside my t-shirt.

Then his mobile started ringing and he withdrew his hands from my t-shirt. I couldn’t believe it as the warmth from his hands quickly disappeared. I know most men would have ignored the call but if it was work he had to answer it. I hate mobile phones!

I tried to get back into my assignment but I couldn’t concentrate. My nipples were like bullets and I noticed a damp patch in my shorts. I got up and went into the kitchen to make some coffee when he returned. We glanced at one another and I looked away. He came up beside me and placed his hands on my hips and I closed my eyes as I felt his hands slide their way up inside my t-shirt. I bit my lower lip in anticipation as his hands reached the underside of my breasts.

By now I was so horny having his hands on my body that I reached behind my back and grabbed his cock through his pants. I smiled as I rubbed his bulge and he slipped his hands up and over my breasts, cupping them firmly before gently squeezing them.

My hand was now firmly squeezing his cock and he started to breathe heavy onto my neck. His ragged breathing sent shivers down my spine as I placed my other hand to his crotch and fumbled for his zipper. Allan spun me around before I could free his cock and kissed me. His hands slipped down over my shorts and he grabbed my bum, lifting me gently onto my tip toes.

Neither of us said a word as I yanked down his zip and pulled out his cock. It felt warm and very hard in my hands before I knelt down on the kitchen floor in front of him. I was too horny to tease him so I placed it into my mouth and sucked hard. I nearly choked as he started ramming it in so forcefully.

Then I looked up at him and he pulled his cock from my mouth and started rubbing the mixture of my saliva and his pre cum across my face as I knelt before him taking it. It turned me on even more having him abusing me like that, most guys are just grateful to have a girl give them a blow job, but that wasn’t enough for Allan as he gently pulled me up higher so his cock was level with my tits. I smiled up at him as I squashed my tits around his cock and rubbed him up and down.

“Oh fuck, Sophie,” he moaned, “don’t stop I’m going to cum.” I squeezed my tits harder together and flicked my tongue across the tip of his cock as it thrust up through my cleavage. Then he came all over my tits. I had never seen so much cum as he grabbed hold of the kitchen work top and grunted. The first jet took me by surprise. As he thrust his cock up hard, I opened my mouth to lick his cock and instead I got a mouthful of hot cum. I quickly swallowed and giggled before the next jets blasted my face, neck and chest.

I stood up and wiped myself down with a towel as he slid his hand into my shorts and started playing with my pussy. He was semi-hard and I was delighted he still wanted more as I cupped his balls and gently massaged them. He used his fingers to spread my lips before sliding inside with ease. My pussy was soaking wet and I wanted him so badly. I enjoyed him fingering me and then he slid more fingers inside making it tight. I continued to feel around his balls until his cock was hard again and then I took hold of it with a gentle but firm grip. And once he was hard he was ready to fuck as he yanked me towards the kitchen table and bent me over it.

I thrust my arse up in the air and he quickly tore down my shorts before slapping one of my bare buttocks hard. I yelped and jolted from the pain but then I only felt pleasure as he thrust his cock inside me. He then lifted me up from the table for a moment and removed my t-shirt while he continued to fuck me.

With my t-shirt on the kitchen floor he grabbed gölcük escort my breasts and squeezed them hard as he rammed his cock in and out of my body. He was fucking me harder than I had ever experienced, and I loved it. I gripped the sides of the table and pushed back on his cock. After a few moments I started to time his thrusts with mine and we were away, fucking each other hard and deep.

We banged each other like that for ages and I moaned louder and louder until I felt it, the most intense orgasm of my life. It started in my legs and then it travelled up through my body until it entered my brain and exploded. I collapsed forward onto the table screaming and whimpering as Allan continued to pound me. I felt so light headed I had to close my eyes until I regained control of my body.

I think Allan realised how hard I had cum because he slowed his strokes and asked if I was ok. “Yeah,” I whimpered, “that was fucking amazing.” He laughed before saying. “Good, you’re just like your mother, a true slut.”

I didn’t like that, but before I could do or say anything he had spun me around, pushed me flat onto my back on the table and plunged his cock back inside my pussy. His comments were quickly forgotten as he lifted my legs and pulled me towards him. His cock was throbbing inside my tight hole as I started to lubricate again, if I ever stopped, and he started to fuck me hard once more. He pushed me forcefully up the table with his cock and then pulled me forcefully back down onto his cock with his hands.

He continued to fuck me like that until I was on the brink of a second orgasm. But instead of fucking me over the edge he stopped and withdrew his cock. “What the fuck are you doing?” I shouted. He smiled and rubbed his cock up and down my pussy. The bastard had now decided to tease me. Finally he spoke. “How much do you want my cock?”

I couldn’t believe he wanted to start playing games when I was so close to coming again. “Stop it,” I said in frustration, “just fuck me.” “Tell me slut!” he hissed, “How much do you want my cock.” “I want it now; I want you to fuck me right here in my … arghhhhhhh … fuck!” I screamed as he violently rammed his cock inside me.

Once again he pulled out and chuckled to him himself. “Take my cock in your hand slut,” he hissed once more, “show me where you want it.” I slid my hand down and grabbed his cock, giving it an unfriendly squeeze for the torture he was putting me through. He winced and we both chuckled before I started stroking his cock. I watched his face and I knew he couldn’t take much more. I pulled his cock closer to my entrance and then slid it into me so that the tip was touching my lips. I rubbed it up and down like he had done and we both groaned before he pushed inside.

I was desperately in need of another orgasm and my pussy was hot for his cum as he resumed his fucking. This time he fucked me differently. Instead of smashing my pussy he lunged in and out with slow but very powerful thrusts. His cock was going so deep entering my womb and stretching my pussy. “That’s it, right there, that’s the spot,” I moaned, “oh yes, fuck me like that.” He fought hard to ravage me as my words turned him on.

“Yes, you like that slut?” he grunted. “Yes! Yes, I love it! I exclaimed. “Take it deep you fucking slut! You fucking dirty slut! Take it slag! Bitch! You’re a filthy fucking slag!” His words were horrible and chilling and to be honest a little scary, but at the same time thrilling. He suddenly seemed dangerous and I liked the danger that was riding me to another orgasm. He continued. “You’re a fucking slut, just like your whore mother! I’m going to cum inside your tight body you dirty fucking whore!”

He was no longer fucking me with long lunges. By now he had my tits squashed in his hands as he bucked between my legs for all he was worth. Harder and harder, deeper and deeper he went bucking, banging, thrusting and fucking my fragile body.

“Ahh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I screamed as I finally reached my second climax. “Take my load you fucking whore! He exclaimed as he filled my womb with his cum. He seemed to go for ages making sure he gave me every last drop and when he was finished he quickly pulled up his pants and left me.

As I led on the table naked I thought about the names he was calling me and the things he had said about my mother. I felt his cum leak out of me and onto the table as I thought about what I had done. Was I a terrible daughter? Or was he a terrible boyfriend? Probably both were accurate statements.

Allan and I fucked four more times after that and I loved it when he called me terrible names. He had created a hunger in me that I needed to satisfy.

But a few months after our last fuck, I found out that I wasn’t the only girl he was entertaining other than my mother. I felt terrible when they split up. My mother never found out about Allan and me, and somehow that made it worse. I wanted to confess but I knew it wouldn’t help. Instead I carried my guilt and consoled my mother.

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