A VERY good slut. [M/F] | 2016

I want to tell you about the nastiest slut I’ve ever met… and fucked.

The word slut is an interesting one, It really does have two meanings. I’ve always talked about “Good Sluts” and “Bad Sluts”. There is not a real easy way to describe the difference but one makes you feel good and the other makes you feel bad, or angry, or abused, or taken advantage of. Maybe its this: A Good Slut uses her sexuality to get something that YOU want, and a Bad Slut uses her sexuality to take advantage of your weaknesses to get something SHE wants.

Chelsea is a VERY Good Slut.

We met over a decade before this story begins. We work together, in a big city but both of us live outside the city in opposite directions. She is a contractor that comes into our office several times a year and on occasion, I get assigned to work with her on various projects. We both look forward to seeing each other but it was all very professional and above board, if you will. We always enjoyed ourselves when we got to work together and would especially look forward to having lunch together, on occasion outside the building away from everyone else.

Although she was always very upbeat and bubbly a little over a year ago she started to seem a bit off and not herself. We’d talk, she’d go into personal problems at home with her husband, but it made us interact more.

On one of her visits I began to flirt with her a little more than normal. I think it all started with innocent stuff like saying, “Hey beautiful!” when I saw her. Its so fun to say that to a woman because frankly, who WOULDN’T like being greeted with some positive feedback like that. When I talked to her like that there was a sparkle that you could see in her eye and it was very fun to witness.

Then things progressed a little, One time when we were coordinating one of her visits I made a comment about, “Well, when you get here, we can make out a little before we get started.” The tone of my voice made it OBVIOUS I was just playfully flirting with her but her response was so fast, so blunt and so NOT playful it caught me a little off guard, She said, “Sure, lets do it!”. It made me smile, (and probably blush) but I immediately thought about it and then began saying “lets make out” more often.

Then about 6 months ago, she dropped a bomb on me on one of her visits, we were walking down a hallway at the office and she just turned to me and blurted out, “I’m leaving my husband”… wow, however, it was not really a surprise based on some of the things she had told me over the years, but the delivery was abrupt, obviously she needed to tell someone, and I’m not sure how many of her friends knew how unhappy she had become.

Cheating: One woman I know told me recently that pretty much EVERY one she knew in a relationship of one kind or another was cheating on their significant other. I don’t know if THAT is true but I will say, that I know of MANY people I’ve met that are unhappy, unsatisfied, bored and just going out of their mind because they are looking at their current situation and thinking, “really?? is THIS all there is to it?” This same woman, and probably many others would agree, that maybe it is just not natural that we stay together for ever.

Of course the “stay together forever” argument does not account for the “cheating” dilemma because yea, its probably not cool to do shit behind another persons back but the fact of the matter is, we do. many people do.

So we begin talking more and more. She began talking about moving out, getting an apartment, moving on with her life and somewhere along the way… SEX.

So, about Chelsea… she’s adorable and sexy. Blonde, 5’2” nice tits and she’d tell you, she’d like to lose some weight but who wouldn’t. One of the things that she had begun doing about a year or more before she dropped the “significant other bomb” on me was she joined some fitness classes and she was very enthusiastic about them, always talking about how much she enjoyed the work outs and the results were… WOW. Every time I saw her you could see the transformation. But don’t get me wrong… she always, ALWAYS had this sparkle and sultriness to her but I won’t lie, the working out looked great!

Then about a month ago, our talks went a little further. I think we were in communication about a project and she was on a road trip and we were texting. I think I was flirting and said, “hey, I’m down stairs in the lobby, Whats your room number” and in a heartbeat she replied “1219”. Hmm, that was interesting. I mean, I KNEW she didn’t think I was really there but there was still something about the way she hit that send button. Not that I knew anything but it was just a feeling I had. Over the next few hours and nights something happened. I don’t even know what happened and here in lies the rub with why this story sort of sucks.

I think one of the reason I LOVE reading the stories here is that it is in many ways a master class in how to pick up women, or “close the deal” if you will. Its always fun to see the progression from, “I know you to I like you, to I want you, to we’re naked, to wowza, that was good I need a cigarette.” This story has big voids in the third step.

So that night we begin flirting, hard core, and somewhere in there I said something, I don’t even recall what it was, but I can guess where she responded back with “I think we’re sexting now”. Wow, she was right, It just sort of happened, I didn’t sit down and pick up my phone and say… I’m going to get her all hot and bothered now it was just a natural progression of the conversation. And here is the part that has been just magical.

We. Think. The Same Way.

If I said, “I wish I was there” she responded with “I wish you were too”. If I said, “I wish you were sucking my cock” she responded with “I love sucking cock” If I said, “I love fucking in hotel rooms” she would respond with “who doesn’t”.

She was amazing with her comebacks and they were always on the flirty, sexual side.

Then the slut topic came up and I asked her if she thought about the two kinds of sluts? In no time she said, “Oh… I’m a good slut”. WOW… this girl was mirroring every thought I had. She was like a female version of me. It was amazing!

Over the next week while she was on the road we texted like teenagers. It was such a fucking turn on and our messages began to reveal to each other Chow nasty and slutty we both were and how much we both needed to feel that way. On one of those nights, when she was in that hotel room we were getting pretty hot and heavy as we texted, (come to think of it, I’m not sure why we weren’t talking on the phone) and she actually came for me as I was telling her how to touch herself, which, I have to say, completely turned me on!.

one of the things that came up while we were talking was the importance of language. the words you use when talking about sex. Do you say “penis” or “dick” or “cock”? Do you prefer “breasts”, “boobs” or “tits”? Would you rather hear “vagina”, “pussy” or “cunt” when you are talking sexual.

Think about it, if you are in a sexual situation and your partner, in an attempt to get you more excited, throws out a word that YOU deem inappropriate for the situation, it can pull you right out of the mood. Would you say to a stripper in a dark skanky club, “you have a very nice vagina”? Probably not, Would you, on a first date, look across the table at your date and say, “I can’t wait to fuck your cunt”? If you had NEVER had ANY sexual conversation before? I’m guessing not.

But KNOWING what words are appropriate with a person is VERY liberating and in her case, the right words actually ENHANCED the entire situation. She got so turned on when I would talk nasty to her it was a form of foreplay. (and in case you are wondering, her words of choice, “cock”, “tits”, and “pussy”.)

Speaking of foreplay, it was nearly 2 weeks before we could arrange a meet up. We decided that we were going to go for it, throw caution to the wind, (cautiously) and see how this whole thing would end up if we put ourselves in a room with no one else there. Holy shit did we BOTH get worked up over the thought of actually fucking each other. We talked about it all the time, Mostly on chat and on occasion we would actually talk on the phone.

The first time we talked after all the texting it was a little odd, It was like this fantasy dream sex goddess that ‘JUST HAPPENED to have the same screen name as a woman I worked with’ had magically appeared IN THE VOICE of the woman I actually worked with. We got over the stun of what we were both feeling about actually talking to each other when we figured out we both actually got very excited about hearing each others voice.

Next came the meet up. We decided to meet at my place, there was a bar within walking distance and she was going to meet me in the bar. She got an evening where she could get away and as the time approached, I was very excited to see how this would turn up. To be honest, I thought there was a 50/50 chance she would back out.

She sent me a message and said she was in the bar. I walked down the street with a lot of anticipation. Walked in… there she was. I was sort of surprised that there was an empty seat next to her. I must have gotten there pretty quick although to be fair, its not really a “pickup bar” most people were there with someone. I walked in and looked at her, every bit as beautiful and sexy as the woman I had been fucking “thru my phone” for the past 2 weeks, and oh my god did she look fucking hot.

Immediately I realized she had done something different to her hair, It was as if she was being shy and had combed it over her face a bit more, almost looking thru her hair at me. It fucking turned me on to think that I was definitely going to fuck this babe, or as we BOTH had grown very fond of referring to her as, this slut. Basically we both knew what we wanted, we just had to get over the last hump, (no pun intended). So we sat there and sipped our drinks. We talked only SLIGHTLY under our breaths in a crowded bar, very frankly and forward, about how much we wanted to fuck each other. It was exciting to say those words out loud in the presence of others.

I don’t actually think anyone heard us but they sure could have. So when, our drinks were empty, I paid, and I said, “So… wanna go fuck?” her response was, as always, quick, flirty, and affirmative. “I can’t wait!”

So we walked out and down the street, I think we held hands and walked slowly but with intent. She was being very flirty with her walk, the woman just oozed with this ‘thing’ that said, “I really want to fuck you now!” maybe it was “I really want YOU to fuck ME” but either way, it was going to end well, for BOTH of us.

So often you read these stories and it seems to be the same all the time, “before the door closed we were tearing off each others clothes and locked in an embrace and a kiss”… I had other plans for this night. It was just after sunset and my apartment has a western exposure so there was just a bit of light in the room. I didn’t turn on any lights and I walked in and I sat down on a chair near the bed. She came in and I took control of the situation, verbally.

“Sit on the bed.” She sat down.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

“Yesss”

“Take off your clothes!”

I just sat there, As she started to somewhat nervously get naked, but AFTER she was taking her pants off, I stood up and took my clothes off too. As she removed her bra I got the first look at her tits and I was VERY impressed. I don’t know sizes… but probable a C and great nipples. I’m a sucker for nipples. I did not touch her, I sat back down in my chair.

“Get up on the bed and lay back”… she did.

“Spread your legs for me”… she did.

“I want to watch you play with your pussy”… she did.

I just sat there and stroked my cock. She was enjoying the show as much as I was. Keep in mind, we had not even kissed yet. I stood up, crawled up between her legs and the first contact we had was NOT a kiss, not an embrace, not even a caress… it was my tongue, on her pussy.

I LOVE eating pussy, something we had talked about for 2 weeks. She knew I wanted to lick her, to tongue fuck her and finger her and and I did all of that FIRST!, then I removed my tongue from between her legs and crawled up to her tits, I licked one nipple and then the other. Keep in mind she was in total ecstasy, hands above her head just a completely surrendered fuck toy for me to do as I choose with. Still having not kissed her, I slipped my cock into her pussy and watched her eyes light up. I love to see that in the first penetration.

She looked so fucking sexy, this naked sexy blond with the big tits getting fucked on my bed in the evening light. It was at that point, that I kissed her. Oh… and she kisses great too! But our FIRST kiss she got to taste her pussy on my lips, and she devoured it. I know it all seems really backward but it was so fucking sexy and it was only the beginning.

After I made her come with multiple fingers in her pussy and my tongue on her clit I leaned back against the head board and she laid next to me casually stroking my cock. One of my favorite moments that is forever seared into my minds eye was how she laid there stroking and looking at my cock as we talked about how much fun we were both having and then, with no warning or invitation, no coercing or hesitancy she just sat up, threw one leg over me, reached down and guided my cock back into her pussy and climbed up on me and fucked me like crazy.

Watching her on top of me was a dream come true. What man doesn’t want a sexy blonde to climb on their cock, ride them HARD and shove their big tits in his face for him to grab and lick but most importantly she completely lost herself in the whole experience. She wasn’t even fucking ME… she was just fucking my cock and it was so fucking sexy to watch her completely abandon all the problems and disappointments she was feeling at home and just FUCK!!

An incredible sexy woman, and the best fuck I’ve ever had and right now, as I’m writing this paragraph I know how I’m going to let her read this. I’m going to see her again tonight. and when I say “see her” I mean we are going to fuck. I’m going to have her kneel on the edge of the bed with her ass in the air and I’m going to put the computer in front of her and open this document. I’m going to tell her to read it out load as I’m rubbing oil all over her ass… and when she gets to this part right NOW… I’m going to shove my cock into her pussy.

You can close the lid of the computer Chelsea… we are fucking now!!!

UPDATE: She informed me after I fucked her that night... 36D