Casual days

In the last few weeks, my period of “slutting” has come up several times in conversations with my friends. This encouraged me to look through my diary and think about that part of my life. It was the time when John was still living with his former wife. The first time was one day almost exactly a month after I had started working at the brothel. It was a quiet mid-week day but what was particularly bad was that no client chose me at all. I sat around the whole evening getting more and more depressed – especially since John had had a meeting and I had not had my lunchtime fuck with him.

It was so quiet that we closed early about 12.30am. I was feeling that I had lost my touch and no guy wanted me –including John. One of the girls, a Thai girl called May, wanted to go to a dance club and asked me if I wanted to come along. In the past, I had said no but that day I thought why not.

The place was reasonably busy for a weekday and there were quite a few guys – almost immediately, a number of them started hitting on May and me. I drifted away from her and let the men make their moves on me – I was enjoying the attention.

They were a pretty ordinary bunch of men – aged from about 18 to mid 30s – quite a lot of them were pretty sleazy which I didn’t really mind. About five of them were eying me up carefully and seemed interested in attracting my attention. I smiled sweetly at them and let things take their course.

The most forward (and probably the most drunk or drugged) of them staggered up to me and slurred something like “You looking for action, babe?” (It was so noisy that it was hard to hear the exact words) He was too far gone for much action and so I said “Oh where has my friend gone? I better look and slipped around and (deliberately) walked accidentally into the cutest of the group –his tightish pants suggested that he was ready for action. I apologised and he shouted “Don’t worry – if you dance with me, I’ll forgive you”.

So we danced – the music was techno style and encouraged a rather zombie-like style dancing. Despite that I acted as suggestively as possible, touching my tits at one point and touching myself all over. He took hold of me and pulled me very close rubbing his body against mine. I could feel his cock rubbing me through his pants. After a bit he pulled me out of the dance area and sat me down in a couch in the corner and his hands were all over me.

He was cuddling me and holding me tight. The flashing lights in the centre made it very hard to see what we were doing and so he could slip his hands into my jeans and touch my pussy. I responded by slipping my hands into his pants and stroking what was a very erect but not exceptionally large cock. I wondered if he was going to try to fuck me then and there but instead he pulled me up and led me out of the club and into a dark back alley where he pushed me against a wall pulled down my pants, unzipped himself and pushed his cock into me as I was pressed hard against the wall. It took hardly any time before he came, shooting his load into me. Then he zipped up and walked off saying loudly “what a slut” leaving me there with his cum dripping from my pussy.

I didn’t really care what he said or thought –in fact, being called names was, as always, a bit of a turn-on - but he really hadn’t been that satisfying - in fact apart from a feeing of being a complete slut – which was turn-on –the whole thing had been far too quick and he was a disappointing – he was not nearly as big as I thought and when seen without the flashing lights of the club, he had been decidedly less cute.

I headed back into the club to look for May. I saw her dancing –moving in an intense but empty manner that suggested she was clearlyhigh on something, probably ecstasy. I waved to her to signal I was going – I do not know if she saw me – she just kept on dancing. I looked around and saw the guy who had just fucked me was chatting with his friends and pointing at me. I smiled at him, rubbed my finger between my legs and the started sucking on it as if it were a cock for a couple of seconds then walked off to the exit. I could feel half the club staring at me and that was quite a turn-on.

I expected the guy on the door to tell me not to come back but quite the opposite, he said ”come back soon, miss” as he put his hand on my ass. I smiled and said “we’ll see”. I had walked a few steps when a guy shouted out “hey” to me. I turned around expecting to see the guy who had fucked me but it was another man.

“What?” I asked him.

“Did you really fuck that guy in the back alley just now? He’s telling everyone about it”

“So, what’s it to you?”

“Just concerned.”

“Why?”

“You should be careful.”

“About what?”

“There’s some crazy people out there.”

“Well thanks for the advice.’ I started to walk off. I wasn’t very happy with the way I had acted – it seemed silly.

“Also you’ll get a reputation”

I turned to face him “What kind of reputation?”

“As an easy fuck, a slut”

“What’s the problem? I am an easy fuck.”

“Oh – so would you fuck me?”

“Would you fuck a slut?”

“If she’s as pretty as you, sure.”

“O.k. where so you want to do it and don’t say the back alley – only one alley fuck a day is enough – too uncomfortable.”

I watched his face – he was so startled and amazed – I was pretty amazed at myself and wondering why was I doing this but I knew I wanted to be as outrageous and depraved as I could – it was making my pussy wet. He said “we could go to my place”.

“O.k.”

He bundled me into a taxi and in about 10 minutes we were in a rather dingy bachelor flat in Randwick. In the taxi, I put my hand on his crotch and started to rub until the driver said “stop that in the back”. As soon as we got into the room, I dropped to my knees pulled his pants down, unloosed his cock and started sucking. He was hard like a shot and I thought he might cum too soon if I continued and so I stopped sucking and led him to his rather worn couch, laid back, spread my legs and guided him into me. He fucked me quite hard – and much better than the first guy but it wasn’t that long before he came.

He held me, murmuring that was great, you’re so great, etc. He seemed in no rush to get off me but I needed to piss, so I said “where’s the toilet” and he got off and showed me. I then pissed and washed myself a bit before shouting to him. “You finished with me or can you go another round?”

He said, very politely, “well, if you are o.k. with it I would like to make love to you again.”

I was still feeling slutty and so I replied “Stuff making love – but if you want to fuck me, that’s fine – I’m free until the morning so as many times you can, you can do me.”

He then took me in his arm and tried to gently stimulate me but I wasn’t in the mood for gentle love-making and so I quickly moved into position and started sucking cock taking it deep in – he was better hung than the first guy but not too big and it was a nice cock to suck. He was getting hard quite quickly.

This time I kept sucking him till he shot his load in my mouth. He apologised, worrying I didn’t like it. I laughed and said “listen, mate, if I didn’t want it, you couldn’t have done it – I am a slut, remember, and I have fucked enough guys to know how it goes. I’m here for fucking and sucking – use me like that. Would you like me to show you just how slutty I am?” I could tell that he was a bit shocked and very turned by how I was talking and it was also making me feel more and more excited.

He nodded and I sat him down in the couch and lay on the floor, spreading my legs in front of him and playing with my pussy, giving him a full view. I was getting quite turned on showing him just how depraved I could be. I was wet and I saw that the show was having the desired effect and he was already hard again and so I pushed him back on the couch and started to ride his cock.

My mind was caught with just how completely slutty I was being and thinking of how the other guy and this one were using me as a fuck object. It was making me really excited and I suddenly found I was cumming wildly and my orgasm was turning him on and he again came, filling my pussy with cum which just made me climax more.

Finally, his cum had all been squeezed out and the waves of orgasm were only now ripples going through my body and I was quiet, lying on top of his body.

He spoke first saying that he had to sleep but I was welcome to stay the night if I wanted. I said if I wanted sleep, my bed was the best. I got dressed and he insisted on calling a cab and he wanted to pay for it but I refused. As I got into the cab, he took me in his arms and kissed me passionately on the mouth. He asked whether he could see me again and I said “Sorry, I am a one-time-fuck slut” and then he said then sweetly “I don’t think you’re a slut – you’re just a very sexy girl who hasn’t found what you are looking for yet – you’re gorgeous, take care and don’t waste yourself “and then, he got me into the cab, closed the door behind me and walked away back into the flat. With the benefit of time, I now realise I was lucky to meet a nice guy on my first day of unpaid casual fucking.

However, when I got back home and wrote my diary entry about the events, I didn’t show any appreciation of this. I ended up by saying “this fucking around really turns me on – will do it again very soon – if John is with his wife not me, why shouldn’t I have some fun?” In fact from that time, once or twice almost every week I would go out “slutting” as I liked to call it. I didn’t tell John at the time but I did tell him when we started living together and I think he was not so happy about it but took it well.

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Saturday 28 February 2009 - 10:29AM (EST)