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.