Wednesday 23 November 2011

The One Where Ella Swallowed An Older Man's Cum In The Woods

Real life keeps getting in the way but, despite the delay, I'm still eager to carry on telling you how I got to this state of really wishing to be a proper - instead of part-time -slut.

I'd left you hanging after detailing how I met my dirty lover and master, and how I was about to start pleasuring strangers. Here's how it began. And yes, that fuzzy picture to the left is from the day in question.

For a long time, we had been sharing some deep & dirty fantasies with each other, but the one that turned us both on was mine about being caught having sex in a public place by an older stranger and then beckoning him over.

The more we talked about it, the more it turned us on, so one night we decided to place an ad on a swinging site. Needless to say, the offer of a free blowjob from a 25 year old blonde attracted a lot of interest from older men (that I had specifically requested) and it was hard to narrow down so many replies. Eventually, I settled for a guy who was 50, was very polite and and seemed very keen. I was also quite excited that he had offered to abstain from sex with his other half to save his cum for me instead.

I e-mailed him numerous times and agreed on a plan. He was to meet us at a public place but not make contact. He would follow us to where I would get a good licking and a hard fucking with him watching us closely. At my signal, he was to come over to get his cock sucked while I was still being fucked. Once creamed at one end, I would concentrate on sucking this guy off and swallow all he had to offer. He was very gracious to allow us to take a mobile phone pic of the event in action, and that is very much viewed by us to this day. You're the first in the wider world to see it.

The day came (August 2005) with me purposely dressing to look young in a yellow skirt and white summery top. I was nervous as hell but we headed to the rendezvous as planned. We knew what car to expect and he was there as promised. Walking off to a pre-planned place, he followed at a discreet distance before we got down to business. I was especially horny that day and although we had a signal that we had discussed as to when we would both be ready for him to come over, I was so very turned on that plans went out the window and I called him before my man expected it. I think that surprised him somewhat, especially when I began sucking off the cock of a stranger that we had never met before, while my dirty man was still fucking me. I remember, at one point, twisting my head - cock still on my tongue - to see my lover's head bumping into this guy's thigh while my lips were firmly fixed around a 50 year old stranger's cock. I can't describe how very filthy I felt at that moment. Suffice to say, it was damn good!

My now hubby obviously didn't last too long and, once he had filled me with hot seed, pulled away to watch the scene. I know he was probably enjoying the sight, but nothing compared with what I was experiencing. God how horny was it! Hubby struggled to pull his trousers up as my lips went back and forth on this guy's hard shaft. We'd already asked if it was OK to take a pic of this dirty meeting so while he was recovering, master took a pic on my mobile of his newly-born dirty slut girl sucking off an older married man's cock (the pic above). Not only did he have his impressive meat buried in my mouth but he was also playing with my tits and stroking my hair. I had only met him 10 minutes before, we hadn't spoken, but I was his filthy plaything!

He seemed close to coming at one point but then must have wanted to hold on longer as he calmed himself down, pulling back with a low groan. After more hard sucking from me, he withdrew his again and started wanking himself off right in my face. I watched, fascinated, for a minute before wrapping my lips round his sensitive bell end to help him out. I felt such a dirty bitch, and loved myself for it!

It didn't take him long and soon he was coming in my mouth, much to my excitement. I didn't just swallow his load, but also moaned in enjoyment as he unloaded a huge amount down my throat. Well, I say down my throat, but in reality, it collected in my mouth so quickly I had to take it in steps. I counted that I swallowed three times.

Once I had taken all I thought he could give, he shuddered and pulled his cock out of my mouth as if too tender for any more. Then he did something I won't ever forget. He squeezed his shaft from the base to the tip, forcing a small teardrop of cum from the end. Thrusting his hips forward, he silently ordered me to clean it up for him. I did so, knowing deep inside that this was the last action of a man who had used me for just one purpose. To be his cum depository.

A part of my fantasy was that I didn't want him to talk to me before during or after. I wanted to feel utterly used by a stranger. He followed this to the letter, as once he had come in my mouth, he simply zipped himself up and walked off. I felt totally abused; completely dirty; a whore ... which I wanted and which of course I damn well was!

On the way back we stopped at a country pub for lunch, where I initially couldn't quite believe what I'd done! I had a large glass of wine and nodded enthusiastically every time hubby suggested that I was a dirty whore. You should have seen the size of my smile while this fact was pointed out to me.

I felt like this was something I was born for. Being treated as a cum dump for men was such a thrill, I needed more.

In days to come, we fucked like rabbits remembering this experience, but were still locked into a real world which frowned upon such things, so stalled a bit in pushing it further. My master would talk about plans he had for me but, although I was gagging for more, opportunities were scarce and I was so in love with this man that I didn't want to go too quick in case I lost him.

I now know this was a silly worry, and that I missed out on many months of fucking time as a result. But things were to change dramatically once I made the step from meeting fleeting strangers, to spending a night with a guy for an entire night in a hotel.

He was to fuck me, fill me, and take pics to prove it for my master at home. He did so very well, too.

That's for next time.

Thursday 17 November 2011

Master Meets Slut

Right.

I've gone through my early realisation of how I found it extremely gratifying to be used for sex, and my deeply secret yearning to be able to do so again. Bear with me, dear reader, my back story is entirely relevant for understanding why I've chosen now to make the decision to be an incorrigible slut.

I was a bit dazed after my encounter with Paul. It had been rather unsatisfying, yet I was incredibly turned on by what I had done. I'd met a complete stranger, to all intents and purposes, and let him fuck me within an hour or two. I'd have liked to have discussed it with someone but how does a 22 year old go about that?

"Hi Dad, I need a bit of advice, I shagged this guy I barely knew. He didn't make me cum, but boy was it fucking good!". Or how about talking to my best friend about being excited at being used?

No. I don't think that was going to go down too well. So, in a world where we're taught that all my feelings are entirely wrong, and taboo, I had no-one to turn to.

It was a week or so afterwards, though, that my life was made infinitely better (a real turning point) when I met my future hubby, and now my Master. I say 'met' but I already knew him albeit in a casual way.

I'd briefly worked at a pub and he was one of the customers. I remember I drooled over him while I was working behind the bar - so funny, calm, and assured. I flirted and he did so back, but despite the odd heavy hints that we would go for a drink or a meal, we never really did so.

Scroll on to post-Paul and I got another job where I ended up working for him. He was my Boss (how apt, eh?). I didn't know this until he turned up on my first day. I remember melting inside knowing I was going to be seeing him on a regular basis, and all the old feelings came back. On the very first day, after working with him for about two hours, I blurted out that I fancied him rotten back in the pub days and wished he'd taken me up on some of the naughty chat we'd indulged in. He seemed cool enough at the time, but I've since found out that this had interested him immensely.

He is 12 years older than me and had thought my flirting in the past to be just banter. I was only 18 at the time, so a 30 year old man can be forgiven for thinking that he is being played by a flighty tease. It wasn't the case, and now I had made my feelings known - dangerously, I felt, as he could have left me crushed - he was instantly switched on.

In the coming days, weeks, and months, he pushed me with his naughty talk. I was eager to show that I could, and would, accommodate him. I'm sure he tried to shock me, but after what I had learned about myself recently, that wasn't going to be an option. Especially as I had my heart set on getting this guy in my sack regularly.

If I look back on it, I was acting very slutty even back then as I just wanted him so badly. The new, stable, relaxed, happy me is now willing to be exactly the same with strangers, but at that point in time, I was just his.

He stalled somewhat still, until one day he gave me a lift home, and just before entering my road, I leant over and whispered "I want you in me" as he was driving. Again, it was a risky play, but one I now know to have been a game changer.

That night, he came over and fucked me. Or, rather, I leapt on him and fucked him like a wanton animal. We were kissing as I pushed him back and sucked his cock without needing to be asked, and I rode him on the floor of my flat while he lay there and did nothing. I so wanted to please this man. I remember my phone ringing twice while I was desperately bouncing on his impressive cock, but ignoring it completely as all I cared about was having his cum in my pussy.

That was just the start. I sucked him to completion, without any hint from him, during a World Cup match he was watching (I think Mexico were playing) that summer, and even wanked him into a yoghurt once and ate it in front of him. I needed to impress this man, and anything dirty I could think of I would do without question.

In hindsight, I was already his slut.

In quieter moments when he was satisfied, he got down to his seedier side and talked incredibly filthy. He told me how he wanted to take me to a club and watch me being fucked by loads of guys. Was I shocked? Not really, I just wanted him so replied "as long as I can fuck you on the way there".

He took me home a lot after that. Fingered me in a public car park; I sucked him off parked on an A road, in broad daylight, with pedestrians and cars passing by; and even made me strip naked as we travelled to my home once in the late afternoon.

We moved in together soon after, where I continued to do anything I could to please him. He would return from work to find me on my knees with my mouth open for his cock. I'd encourage him to shoot his cum all over my face, and just go down on him for the sheer pleasure of it while we were watching TV. He took my anal virginity, which I bloody enjoyed; pissed on me in the bath at my request; and screwed me up the arse in a playground over the climbing frame on the way back from a night out once.

There wasn't anything I wouldn't let this man do to me.

I suppose that the die was cast by then. I was willing to submit to his command whenever he decided he was horny, or wanted a new experience.

It took a couple of years of almost non-stop perverted sex before his thoughts turned back towards what we had flirtingly discussed previously, and I loved his suggestions since they involved other men.

Which is how I ended up sucking a stranger off in a public wood for my first 'swinging' encounter. I'll tell you all about in detail tomorrow.

Wednesday 16 November 2011

Desperately Seeking Cock

This update is a few days later than promised, I’m afraid. A cold that has been doing the rounds wiped out the weekend, and on Tuesday when better, an interesting opportunity presented itself for a future slutty encounter. As such, I was busy exchanging flirty messages with a guy I hope to be getting far closer to in the next week or so. You’ll read about it here if it materialises.

For now, though, I’ll carry on with the story of how I got to the point in time where I’d decided to become a fully-fledged slut, and to tell the world about it in a blog.

You’ll remember that I was used as a sex object by a married man in a club and - quite the opposite of what I would have expected – that I found myself extremely turned on by it.

At the time, I had bought my first computer and was finding my way around the internet. Since my mind was buzzing for a week thinking about what I had experienced, I surfed widely to see if this new toy was capable of getting a single girl some hard cock. It goes without saying that the options were plentiful.

I had come across a chat site on Yahoo which seemed packed with young guys on the lookout for an easy lay, and I spent many a night flirting outrageously with quite a few of them. The conversations became red hot at times, and I’d often find myself fingering my wet pussy in between typing filth to a willing recipient.

If you ever used such sites in or around 2002, you may remember the Yahoo one as it was designed as if we were all on a large boat, with your deck level and ‘rank’ rising the longer you were online. There were also private ‘cabins’ where a couple could scuttle off to for a more intimate chat.

I did exactly that quite regularly with a 25 year old from Milton Keynes. He knew exactly how to get me worked up describing what he would do to me if we met, and in turn demanding that I describe what I was doing to myself while he was talking to me. He wanted it all in detail as I frigged my hot snatch to orgasm, often five or six times in succession. He was confident, dirty, and had me doing everything he commanded without question – just as I was increasingly realising I like to be treated.

Then he said he wanted to come and meet me!

I was hugely excited by this, but well aware of the warnings to be cautious, so I arranged to hook up with him at the same club where my previous humiliation had occurred. It was public so I could see what he was like in real life first, plus was little more than a normal pub early on which enabled us to talk properly. I had also taken the precaution of bringing a strong male friend along (someone I hadn’t fucked, but the me of now probably would have done) to be in the background just in case. Being there early also had the benefit of entering without bouncers being on duty – if meeting a new bloke, I would have been nervous enough without having the extra obstacle of walking past guys who had witnessed what a slut I’d been publicly a few weeks earlier.

He arrived on time and we chatted for a while but there wasn’t much to say that we hadn’t already discussed online and, since we both knew why we were there, I invited him back to my flat after only a couple of drinks. I gave my friend the nod to let him know all was ok and I would speak to him the next day. I left him happily dancing on the dance floor with a very attractive brunette.

As we left the club Paul walked me to his car, held open the passenger door and asked me for the directions back to my place. As I waited for him to get himself sorted in the driver seat, I had a sneak peak into the back seat, there sat a small rucksack which I later found to be sleepover clothes. He hadn’t planned on going home then!

My stomach started turning over with excitement, I was going to have another naughty encounter, this time, I was going to get more pleasure and satisfaction. This guy was not married or otherwise attached. We were going to have fun.

The journey home was awkward, there were plenty of silences, I think we were both wondering what was going to happen when we got back.

I showed Paul to my flat, I hadn’t finished closing the door behind us when his hands were all over my body and he pinned me up against the door kissing me passionately. He had a very large tongue which filled my mouth in seconds.

He pulled away and asked if I had anything to drink, all I had in the fridge was a cheap bottle of Lambrusco Rose (well, what did you expect from a slut, Dom Perignon?). I got the bottle and a couple of glasses and we sat on the sofa and started to drink. My stomach was still doing somersaults as my mind was in overdrive at the thought that I was going to have this guy between my legs before the night was out.

We finished the glass we had before he made his move again, leaning forward to kiss me. I took his hand and led him upstairs.

We went into my bedroom, started undressing and climbed into bed. Both of us naked, our hands touching, exploring each others bodies. He lay on top of me, kissing me before he made his way down my body and finished off with his head in between my legs. He had told me he was good at oral, he wasn’t wrong.

As I lay there with this attractive man lapping at my clit I found it quite difficult to orgasm, I kept having thoughts of how bad this was running through my head. In hindsight, I was still shackled by convention despite, deep inside, knowing that I was electrified by the filthiness of acting in a wanton manner. I had a lot to learn, but then that’s why this is being told as a lead up to what I am today, and not an account of how I became the finished slutty article.

I had to do something, so I faked an orgasm. Once I had finished fake climaxing, he snaked up my body until his rock hard pole was level with my wet hole. I eagerly grabbed hold of his cock, really wanting to feel him stretch me, and was just about to put it in when he asked where I kept my condoms.

I was crushed. I had hoped that we wouldn’t have to use them as I really wanted some of this potential stud’s cum in me. I tried to talk him out of it, but he was insistent that we used one. I reluctantly pulled one out of my bedside drawer and handed it over to him. He unwrapped it and asked for me to put it on. Hmm, nice touch, I thought with my submissive self kicking in.

I looked at Paul in shock horror, he asked if I had ever put a condom on before to which my answer was no unless you include the sex education lesson I had at school where they showed us how to put one on a cucumber. Paul laughed and explained how to do it.

Once the condom was on, he lay me down and climbed on top again. This time when I grabbed for his cock he gently pushed it in. He was a gentleman (more’s the pity from my present day mindset).

Paul kissed me and looked at me the whole time we had sex. After time, his thrusting picked up pace before he climaxed with a loud groan. I’d only met him in the flesh just over an hour ago, and here he was spunking in my willing pussy.

He pulled out, rolled off me and asked where to put the condom. Being the unwitting servant to men that I now know I am, I took the condom off of him and disposed of it in the bathroom bin.

It was getting late, naked in bed, chatting and smoking. I had a knot in my stomach though. The sex was good, the kissing was good, but I hadn’t cum. We shared a cigarette, I snuggled up to him ready for sleep secretly hoping he would wake me up later in the night to go again … before he pulled away, got out of bed and started dressing!

I asked what he was doing and he told me he was going to sleep on the sofa. This hit me like a brick. He was sleeping on the sofa?!

After what we had just done, he said he didn’t feel comfortable sleeping in my room, in my bed. I gave him a pillow and a blanket, hoping deep down he would change his mind. He didn’t.

I cried myself to sleep, I had been used big time. Again.

I awoke the next morning, went downstairs to find him still asleep on the sofa. I made myself a cup of coffee and stood in the kitchen staring out of the window, ashamed of what I had done the night before. I was brought out of deep thought when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my waist and lips kissed the back of my head.

I asked him what he wanted to eat or drink, before obediently making him tea and toast. We sat in silence whilst he enjoyed it, and I pondered why I was serving a guy in my own home without even thinking of myself.

He took his plate and cup into the kitchen, went upstairs to get washed and dressed, then came down told me he had to go. He kissed me softly on the lips, thanked me for the previous night, told me he would be online later on that day and left.

I spoke to him later on that day, with this churning inside me. He was cool, calm and collected.

Used, abandoned and worthless was how I was feeling. Looking back now they are feelings I relish, but then this was the start of something.

I spoke to him online around three years later when I was hooked up with my master. I remembered him well enough, but he didn’t have a clue who I was. And you know what? There was something hurtful, yet strangely arousing about that.

Especially since my Master fucked me mercilessly for being such a slut with a guy who couldn’t care less about me. I’ll take punishment like that any day of the week. See, even disappointing sex is good for someone like me who craves cock and cum in regular supply.

Talking of which, my next post will be about what happened when I met my filthy and gorgeous Master just a few weeks later.

Thursday 10 November 2011

My Master Interrupts

I must apologise for not continuing my story tonight. I'd planned on telling you about a dirty but disappointing adventure which was directly attributable to my excitement, and subsequent humiliation, of sucking a married man in an alleyway.

Problem is that I'm too tired to get into it. Hubby (my Master, as mentioned) decided he wanted to fuck me at 5am this morning. I was unceremoniously thrown onto my back straight from a deep sleep, as he brutally pumped his hard cock into my dry pussy.

I didn't mind that so much as I was waking up - it hurt but was still a turn-on - it's just that once he'd filled me with his cum, the bastard went back to sleep while I was left wide awake an hour before my alarm went off, and with a whole day's work ahead of me.

As such, this slut is dead on her feet and will have to regale you of the guy from a Yahoo chat room who fucked me, a few days after my alley encounter, tomorrow.

Worry not, plenty of cock and cum to tell you about in time.

Wednesday 9 November 2011

Tuesday 8 November 2011

So Why The Blog, Ella?

Hi World, let me introduce myself.

I'm Ella, and I've decided to become a slut.

Well, it's been a joint decision really with my husband who is also my Master (I'm learning that I get extremely turned on by being submissive, you see).

It was my decision to start this blog to chart my road to complete slutdom. It will detail all my sexual episodes along with the preparation for them and other insightful stuff like fantasies, inevitable setbacks, and even the orgasms I treat myself to just thinking about being fucked.

In the next few days, I hope to write about how I have come to this decision - something which has been in the offing for just about a decade - and the significant experiences which have led me here.

At the moment, I'm sorting out extra-marital liaisons, as my devoted hubby - with whom I enjoy incredibly intense sex daily - has decided that he'd like to see me getting fucked by other men and, seeing as I do so LOVE cock and cum, who am I to complain?

I hope my declaring all of my innermost thoughts and sexual experiences will excite you as much as it will do me.

My goal is to be a fully-fledged slut in time. So much so, that when my transformation from 30-something homemaker into wanton cock-crazed whore is complete, I want to be fucked by at least one of my regular readers to thank them for helping me to realise my dream of being little more than a hole for men to fuck.

Too dirty for you? Well, there's always Angler's Mail instead, I'm sorry but I've made my decision and I can't wait.

I do hope some will be tempted to tag along on my journey.

xxx