The Slut

Many years ago, I knew a woman who was a self-admitted slut. She had no shame in it, wore it as a badge of honor even. We had our own personal issues and, as a result, she and I never actually hooked up ourselves. Lately, I've found myself thinking of her and regretting that missed opportunity, my cock aching as I remember her, and I stroke one out, dedicating my load to her, wherever she is today.

My fantasy begins as I enter her hotel: she's in town for a while, has messaged me about meeting up, gave me her room number, and I've agreed to meet her at 9.

It's not quite 8:50 as I walk into the hotel and it seems like there are a lot of men walking past me and heading out. How odd: have they no wives? Is there a convention in town I'm not aware of? Well, it doesn't concern me, so I don't really give a shit. I continue on, taking the elevator up to her floor, go down the hall, and her door is slightly ajar.

I open it ever so slightly and call out, "Ky, you there? It's me."

"Mm, I'm here. Come on in!"

I enter, shutting and locking the door behind me...and she'd laid out on the bed, the cum-soaked bed, her body covered head to toe with sperm, her long auburn hair matted with baby batter, and she smiles at me, licking her slime-covered lips.

"What happened?" I ask her.

A careless shrug, "You were late."

I show her my phone. "It's 8:55: I'm early."

Another shrug, "Well...I am a slut, dear... And I don't think you really mind that much, do you?"

Rhetorical question: she knows I don't and, even if she didn't already know, the bulge in the front of my pants is a dead giveaway at this point. My cock is positively throbbing as I look at her and I can hold back no longer.

I run my fingers along her legs lightly, from her toes up to her thighs, watching her shiver as I collect man goo on my fingers, and then I offer said fingers to her lips. Now it's my turn to shiver as she eagerly takes them and sucks on them sensually.

My fingers clean, I lean over and kiss her stomach, licking the cum pooled in her naval out, before working my way up to her breasts and sucking on them for a while. Finished there, I move on to her face, and we share a kiss. It's deep and slimy, we both savor it, even as her hands find their way to my crotch and begin undoing my pants and freeing my aching cock.

The kiss breaks and she guides my cock to her now-free mouth, turning her head to the side and accepting my length hungrily. I stroke her sperm-splattered cheeks as she suckles on my meat, and I run my hands through her messy, cum-drenched hair. I could stand here and enjoy her mouth until I cum, which given how hot I find her current state to be, won't take long...and she knows it, too as she finally pulls off my cock, somewhat reluctantly, and tells me she wants my sperm somewhere else.

I understand, because that was my plan all along. I move around the bed, shedding the rest of my clothes before I climb on and position my tip at her waiting cunt, still dripping from her previous "guests."

"How many?" I ask her out of morbid curiosity.

"Didn't count," she says easily. "Doesn't matter. You're the one I've been waiting on: they were just here to help me kill time."

She pauses a second. "I am on birth control, but that is a lot of cum, isn't it? You think it could overwhelm the pill?"

"I...don't think it works that way..."

"Well, if it does...I want it to be yours. Fuck me, fuck me deep: put your baby in me!"

I can't resist such a request. Few could, I think. I slam my cock inside her meaty hole and begin fucking her, the wet "squishing" and "sloshing" sounds generated from all the cum already inside her loud and driving me on as I try and fuck all the other men's sperm out of her.

"Do it!" she cries as I pound her pussy. "Knock me up! Make me pregnant! Make me your bitch!"

Her words spur me on and I increase my efforts, and I savor her lust-fueled moans as we both near orgasm. I bite my lower lip to the point it bleeds, trying to hold back, but she has no such restraint as her body quakes, her moans reaching a fevered pitch.

I lean down and shove my tongue in her open mouth as I thrust once more, twice more, three times, and spray my load inside her, filling her womb as her legs wrap around my hips, trying to pull me in deeper. I keep thrusting even as my rod begins to soften, intent on milking every last drop into her hungry insides.

I pull away from the kiss, even as she suckles on my still-bleeding lower lip.

"Mm, baby..." she moans as I pull my face back out of her reach.

I can only smile down at her.

"Ky, sweetheart....next time, don't start the party til I get here, okay?"

She grins. "No promises on that, but I'll make sure to at least save you a cock or two, honey."

I can't wait and she knows it...and as the thought makes my cock begin to inflate again, she can feel it, too.

"I see someone's ready for Round 2..." she purrs. "You a****l: don't you even care if I'm tired after all the fucking I've done tonight?"

Now it's my turn to grin at her, a savage grin, as she licks her lips hungrily, already knowing what I'm about to say and eagerly awaiting the verbal slap.

"No, I don't, you filthy fucking slut."

"Mm, good answer, babe, good answer..."