The Sweet Release of Slutdom

She was brand new to this sort of thing, at least in person. She had watched them on her phone, in the dark, when she was alone. She had read about them, a lot. She had thought about them much more than a lot. In fact, it had become a bit of an obsession of late. It was interfering with her work and her graduate classes. She couldn't afford to lose her job or her grades, so she decided to work on her obsession. After about a month of trying to ignore it she was on probation at work and her grades were tanking. That wasn't going to work. She got really upset about it one night at the pub. After having way too many margaritas she started talking to this really nice guy at the bar, and it just slipped out. Everything. Every last detail. She hadn't planned to tell anyone, but it happened, and she was very glad she didn't really remember his response, and even more glad that she hadn't written down her number for him. She was certain of that. No pen was held.

The next morning arrived. It was a Saturday. She woke up late, with a bit of a headache from the night before, her mascara smudged from not taking her makeup off. What was that buzzing sound? Her phone was ringing. Local number, so she picked it up, what the hell, right?

"Hello? Is this the slut I met last night at the bar?" Her stomach dropped so far she thought it had left her body. Oh yeah, she had told him about that little detail too. That she didn't want to be called by her name. How did he get her number though... she definitely didn't. Wait. Oops. She may have put her own number in his phone, under "Slut," of course.

"Yes," she managed to whisper, as all of the moisture from her mouth had left. As she shifted on her feet uneasily, she noticed that there was no shortage of moisture somewhere else. Actually, where were her panties? She knew she was about to start dripping. "I'm s..s..s...slut."

"I thought so." Said the confident voice on the phone. "I've thought a lot about what you told me last night, and I think I have everything arranged. I called some of my friends. They were happy to help out. We will have to make a quick trip by the sex shop, but I should have everything ready around six. Does that work for you?"

Oh my gods. She had definitely gotten herself in over her head this time. What exactly did she tell him? Should she go? She should absolutely not go. There is no way she should go. Especially not for this nope. She should tell him. "Um... I'm not so sure about this."

"But I couldn't stand to watch your grades and performance keep falling! And It's something so easily fixed. There's no reason to be afraid. I wouldn't let just anyone in, and we all respect consent nowadays."

Well, when he put it that way he was pretty convincing. "Okay, 6:00. But where? And what should I wear?"

He gave her an address. It was in a nice part of town. Apparently, he owned the house and "had a special room for entertaining," whatever that meant. He said it would accommodate more, but he had five others coming over for tonight, since she had mentioned that many. He told her to wear the black lace push up bra she had on at the bar with a dress that will come off easily, no panties necessary. He had noticed her bra all night. It barely fit beneath her low cut shirt and kept slipping out throughout the evening. She wouldn't be wearing it long anyway.

The slut felt her face blush long and hard every time she remembered something she had told him afresh during the long day. She tried to keep busy, but she could only really think about one thing. Her mind would wander, then her panties would get all wet, and she would be all worked up again. She stopped to touch herself a couple of times throughout the day, but even though she came hard both times, it still somehow made her hornier.

Before she knew it, it was 5:15. She quickly put her bra on, slipped her panties off, and threw on her black dress. She knew her cleavage looked great in it, and it was short, showing off her long legs. She slipped on some cute sandals and headed to the car. As she typed the address into the GPS she realized that having no panties meant that she was in trouble. She was wet already, and it was going to get more and more obvious on the 20 minute ride over. She was going to be so embarrassed. But then again, that's what she wanted, wasn't it?

Traffic wasn't bad, so she had time to think while she drove. What exactly had she told him? Had she held anything back? Before long she was pulling into the long driveway. There were cars lined up on one side of it, but she was able to drive right up to the walk on the other side. That was a lot of cars, it seemed like. Six. It was six other cars. That meant... she tried not to think about it. As she stepped out of the car she noticed that her pussy was dripping, and it was obvious that her dress had gotten a bit wet underneath her. On the long walk down the sidewalk to the door, she felt it. The drip slowly sliding down her leg.

She tentatively knocked on the door. He answered so quickly she had no time to gather her thoughts. "Oh nice! The Slut has arrived!" He announced loudly, for the others to hear. "You may call us all Sir. If you wish for anything to stop at any time, all that is necessary is for you to say 'red' or tap on something or someone three times. Do you understand this?"

She nodded her head.

"I"m going to need verbal conformation from you slut," he said firmly, as he lifted her chin to have her eyes meet his. They were blue. Oh, so blue.

"Yes sir!" She replied. There was no hesitation in her voice. Her need was carrying her forward now. She saw the rest of the men enter the room. They were all dressed in boxer briefs, and at that moment she was aware of only two things. Their packages were impressive, even through the fabric, and they were all looking at her with one thing in mind. Her blue eyed friend had moved behind her, taking her things and sitting them on a table in the foyer.

"Your dress seems to be a little wet here, slut!" She could hear the sneer in his voice. She then felt his hand on her thigh. "Oh, it's not the only thing that's wet. Look here boys, she is so slutty that her cunt is dripping down her legs just thinking about what is to come!"

She felt herself blush hard. Her mind was going fuzzy. She was Slut now. She loved it though. She loved knowing that her desires were going to be fulfilled, she loved knowing that they were all looking at her, desiring her. And she loved the way he was talking about her, objectifying her, calling her by her true self, her true calling. Her thoughts had almost carried her away when she felt her dress being slipped over her head, and rough hands grabbing at her from all over. Someone was gripping her breasts hard, growling "Nice tits, slut" into her ear. Her legs might have given out on her if it wasn't for the other hands, all of the other hands. Her thighs, her neck, her back. Her whole body was being caressed, grabbed, manhandled. Someone was sliding their hand up and down her dripping thigh, calling her "dripping wet." She felt this hand slide up. "Oh wow. Her pussy is so wet and hot." She felt his thumb slide inside her. "She's so ready. She really is a slut." The whole room laughed, as she felt herself being carried off of her feet.

Before she knew it, she knew she was in "the room." She heard "first things first. The slut wanted a spanking." She felt her face go fire red. She had told them about that? She had hoped she hadn't let that slip at least. Her thoughts were about to run away from her when she felt the first had come down hard across her ass. "Nice hand print!" The slaps came more quickly now. She could tell they were taking turns. She could feel herself getting redder, hotter. The pain was building, but so was something else. She heard laughter. "Look, she's so turned on by this that she's making a puddle." She felt a hand slide across her dripping wet slit and stop to playfully caress her clit. She shuddered a bit, and he drew it away, placing his fingers in her mouth. "Clean your juices off of my fingers now, slut!" He hissed at her. She greedily sucked his fingers clean as he moaned a bit. They had upped their attentions to her ass. She felt it building, she was going to cum, and cum hard, just from the spanking. It hit her hard, and she screamed out, as her body started to shake. She felt hands gently caress her hot ass and the rest of her body as the orgasm took over her. They let her lay there for a minute. She was starting to cum down when she heard it, the playback. It had been recorded. The sound of her screaming orgasm would replay in her brain many times. "The slut sure enjoyed that. Let's get her over to the other table so that we can make her other fantasies come true. She told me she needs to be filled and covered in cum. We can make that happen, right boys?"

The room was filled with cheers as she felt herself being lifted again, her bra being taken off, and this time placed on her back on a low padded table. Her head was hanging off of the top a bit, and the end only came down to where her hips almost fell off. There were restraints for her ankles in the corners, and her arms on the sides. They strapped her in and she felt the soft, padded material of the restraints against her skin. She heard Velcro being adjusted, and someone asked her if the slut was comfortable. She nodded her head yes. "Are you ready?" She nodded her head yes again. It was then that she felt it. The first cock slid into her dripping cunt fast and hard. She moaned at the pressure and pleasure, but it didn't let up. They let her enjoy it for a few minutes before someone grabbed her face and leaned her head gently back. She then felt the second cock at her lips. She had sucked cock before, but she had never had her mouth and throat used. She knew it was what she had asked for, and she wanted it. She kept her tongue down and straightened her throat. He was slow about it, but insistent. She was a bit distracted by the orgasm building from the constant pressure of the unrelenting pounding she was enjoying at the other end. He slid his cock into her mouth gently. She worked it with her tongue, getting it all wet, and he was able to slide it in farther and farther. Eventually he was holding her head down and her neck straight and going in farther and farther. Slut couldn't move. She couldn't do anything. He was fucking her throat as the other man was fucking her now throbbing pussy. She was full from both ends and she loved it!

As she started to feel her orgasm build, she felt it. The hands firmly grabbing her breasts and squeezing them, then starting to roughly work her nipples. Then a couple of slick fingers found her clit and started working it in circles. The sensations sent her into overdrive and she felt another orgasm building. She felt the man fucking her face go rigid, and warm cum shoot deeply down her throat. That was more than enough to send her crashing over into another orgasm. She couldn't scream this time. She also couldn't actually stop any of the sensation. The man who had just shot his cum down her throat looked into her eyes. "Swallow every last drop Slut." He instructed, and she gazed back with slightly glazed eyes as she did, licking him clean for good measure. She had hardly finished when someone else came around and held her head back again, this time not being so gentle. He was slightly bigger, and much rougher. He intended to fuck her throat hard, and that was exactly what she wanted too.

As he started thrusting harder and harder, she felt the cock inside her pussy throb and heard a grunt as the man there came into her. He pulled out and slapped her whole pussy hard, hitting her clit. "That's a Good Little Slut." She was so sensitive that she felt another wave of orgasm at the slap. "Pain slut too I see." We are going to have so much fun with you."

It was right after that statement that she was immediately penetrated by another cock. He thrusted hard. He was already so hard, obviously enjoying the action. She was so sensitive at this point. Her body was tingling all over with sensation, as she was carried away with what she was feeling, no thoughts at all in her head. She was being used and she was loving every minute. Loving that she was nothing but a slut to these people. A place to deposit their cum.

They were fucking her in unison now. Hard and fast. Someone was pinching her nipples tightly, pulling them out from her body. She would have screamed in pain if it wasn't for the cock firmly down her throat. She knew it was two different people too, because each of them had their cock firmly planted in one of her hands. She worked them the best she could. It was a shock to her system as both people fucking her pulled out at the same time. Another cock took her pussy quickly though, and that man started rubbing her clit vigorously as he worked her in and out, a little more slowly this time. She opened her eyes to see two very large, hard, cocks above her face. They were obviously ready, and the men were working them with their hands. Before she really realized what was going to happen, it started. The cum covered her face. They got her from both sides, covering her entire face in warm, sticky, goo. "Oh, Slut looks so good covered in cum, doesn't she?" They all agreed loudly, as she blushed under the overwhelming smell. It was enough, with the steady sensation below, to take her over again. Her pussy was so sensitive, and it clamped down on the hard cock inside of her. It was too much for the man and sent him over. "Look at all that cum dripping from Slut's pussy!" Such a beautiful sight.

It was then that she heard the man with the blue eyes from the bar. "Well, there is only one place left, turn her over boys. I know she wants everyone to watch." Slut blushed deep red when he said this. She had secretly hoped that she hadn't let this part slip. She had never done it before. She wanted to, oh so badly, but she was nervous. She felt the cold lube being dripped over her tight little back hole. "Tell the boys what you told me about wanting your tight little asshole fucked slut!" He growled loudly in her ear.

"That I wanted to feel your cock take all of me while the others watched." She gasped out.

"That's a good little slut," he replied. She felt him slip one finger in, slowly working it in and out. "And they are all going to watch me take your cute little hole for the first time. You've never had anal before, have you slut?"

"No Sir." She replied.

"But you want it?"

"Yes Sir, so much!" He slipped both fingers in and slowly started stretching her. She moaned at the pleasure, only to be met by the cheers of the crowd, causing her to blush even more.

"And everyone is going to see and hear you cum on my cock in your virgin ass, aren't they?"

"Yes Sir." Slut replied. She was pushing back against his fingers now, trying to fuck herself on them. She wanted his cock inside of her so badly. "Please Sir, can I have your cock in my ass?" She asked.

"Of course, my little Slut." He replied. She felt his fingers slide out and heard the lube open as he slicked his cock up. She felt his cock against her hole and pushed back against him. It was all she could think about now. The sole thing that her whole being wanted. She felt him slide slowly inside of her, a little bit at a time. He was big, and it took a few seconds to adjust to every slick inch of his member. She knew when he was all the way in because she heard the other men cheering. He started sliding his cock in and out slowly. It felt so good, and she started moaning. More cheers as he started thrusting faster and harder. She could feel an orgasm building again, this time different, but oh, so good. She screamed again as it came over her. She was vocal, and they all liked that. The scream sent Slut's Blue Eyed Sir over the edge. He pumped into her, filling her yet again.

He didn't even really give her time to recover before she felt them all helping her onto her knees. Apparently the scene had gotten some of the men worked up again, and one of them held her head back by her hair as most of the others sprayed their loads all over her face and chest. She was covered in cum, with it dripping out of both holes. Someone fastened on her bra, and slipped her dress over her. They walked her back into the foyer, helped her with her shoes, and handed her bag to her. "Same time next week slut." She was told as she was pushed outside of the door.

She realized she was standing outside, no panties on and cum everywhere. She walked back to her car and drove home, feeling completely used, and oh, so good. As she was walking up to her apartment, her neighbor caught sight of her. "Oh hey! How ya been?" He asked, as he darted over to say hi. "I'm good," Slut replied, as she hurriedly slid the key in the lock. She slid inside the door, but not before he got a good look at the thick layer of dried cum on her blushing face.

She knew that her life had changed tonight, and she was happy. Very happy. She jumped in the shower and then sat down to do her homework before bed. She was oddly very focused. Her life was going to be so much better now. She could feel it!