Looking for a Slut Enabler
I didn’t tell you who I was but you picked me out of the crowd. My rainbow socks must have given me away. I was the only girl in the whole place rocking a candy necklace too. I wondered if you would find me as I danced through the crowded living room of the house party. I was tired of all these people. It had been a long time since I’d felt a real connection and yet I didn’t really mind being alone. Part of me hoped you wouldn’t find me and the other part was counting on it.
We’d talked a lot online before that night and I’d told you that I would find you if you wore your yellow button-up shirt. You told me you’d find me first and I had promised you all kinds of sexual favors and wasn’t sure if I would actually be able to deliver. I was nervous just like I always was when I met someone new. You were different. You were the kind of guy that could actually break my heart. Something about the way you spoke in poetry made me swoon but it was the way you loved that I was a slut that really had me interested. Not every guy could handle a slut like me. Not every guy could get off on the way I let other men use me. You told me you loved that about me and it had me interested. I wanted you to prove to me that it was true. Maybe then we’d have an actual shot.
I looked around the party for you but I didn’t see you. I turned my attention to the men in front of me. I was thirsty just like I always was. All the dicks around me began to tempt me and I let myself surrender to the music. I undulated to the sound of the beat, searching the crowd for meaning. I found none. There was no meaning. Life was empty and meaningless and these feelings I was nursing for you weren’t helping me. They made me feel vulnerable and lost. I didn’t like that and so I reached out for the closest thing I could find that would soothe my confusion.
“I need to suck your cock,” I cried as I grasped into the dark for the cock closest to me. My hand found one cock. My other hand found another. I surrendered to my slut nature and I dropped to my knees, stroking both dicks until I had them both in my mouth. I alternated between them, sucking and fondling them until my pussy was absolutely dripping down my legs. I felt so good now that I was about to get fucked. I stood up, sliding my skirt to the ground. I wasn’t wearing panties. I guided one cock into my pussy and the other into my mouth. I felt like such a slut and now the party was beginning to make sense. I felt at home like this was where I belonged now that I was sucking and fucking.
I had always been this way. I couldn’t go to a party without turning it into some kind of fuck party. I could turn almost any situation into a gangbang. Men loved me, or more accurately, they loved the way I took their cocks. I didn’t discriminate. I didn’t care whose cock it was or how big it was. All I wanted was the feeling of being used, the feeling of giving something of myself away. I loved being a slut and these were the kind of moments that made it all worthwhile. I wasn’t thinking of you. I had forgotten that you existed. I had forgotten that anything existed except the cocks in front of me. This was the only time I lived in the moment, the only time that I slipped out of my own insecurities and became my true self.
I didn’t see you watching me. I didn’t see you there with your cock out waiting for them to finish with me. I forgot that we were supposed to meet or that my rainbow socks would give me away. I was surrounded by cocks. I can’t imagine what you must have seen when you walked up. I wondered how long it had taken you to realize that it was me and that I wasn’t there to meet you the way we had planned. I was there to be used and filled with dicks and I had surrendered completely to them. I had a cock in each hand and a cock in each hole. I was open and exposed and yet I didn’t feel your eyes watching me. I didn’t feel ashamed. All I felt was true love and bliss. I was in love with the feeling of being a slut. I was in lust with the cocks in my holes and hands. I felt like I was being myself as I looked up and saw you in your yellow shirt.
“Hi there, slut,” you said. Your words sounded garbled and like you were calling to me through a long tunnel. I looked up to see you staring me down, your cock in hand.
“Yes?” I asked. I had forgotten all about you.
“Jenni? Is that you?” you asked.
“Yeah. I’m Jenni. Who wants to know?” I was bouncing on two cocks and the cock that had been in my mouth wanted back in.
“We were supposed to meet. Remember? Yellow shirt?” I stared at you, not comprehending the meaning of your words. A few moments went by before I remembered that you were the reason I had come to this party. I had felt something for you, something that resembled real feelings. I paused.
“I remember now!” I cried as if I’d just figured out the meaning of life. “Excuse me guys,” I pulled the cocks from my holes as the men grumbled. I disentangled from them and made my way to you.
“I see you’ve been busy,” you laughed and I knew you weren’t jealous. You were turned on. You loved that I was a slut. That was the reason I had felt something for you in the first place. You weren’t like the other guys. There was no jealousy. There was only admiration and a sense of peace I had never felt with any other man.
“I’m ready to get busy with you,” I cooed and I let you pull me in for a kiss. You led me through the house, looking for a place where we could be alone. As much as you loved watching me fuck I could sense that you needed a private moment with me. I felt the same way about you. I wanted to be alone with you for a few minutes so I could feel these feelings with you. You pulled me into a bedroom and turned on the light.
“I want to be able to see you and that perfect body. You know I really like you, right?”
“Yeah. I like you too,” I said honestly. I let you kiss me and though I didn’t kiss just anyone, this kiss felt right. I don’t know why you made me feel the things you did but I was grateful for them. I had wondered if I would ever feel love again and now, here, with you, I was feeling the closest thing to it I had found in a long time. I let myself go, kissing you with the reckless abandon I had been so afraid of. I gave myself over to you and you pulled me onto a small couch.
“Can I fuck your asshole, Jenni?” you asked me. I could tell that it would turn you on to do so and so I nodded.
“Of course you can. You can do anything to me that you want.” I meant that and I was happy as you forced your big, fat cock into my tight asshole.
“I don’t know how your ass is so tight when you are such a slut.”
“It’s one of those mysteries of life,” I giggled.
“I want to bust this ass open.”
“Do it!” You fucked me hard and fast, using my asshole in ways that most girls couldn’t handle. I handled every stroke, rubbing my pussy for good measure. I let myself cum on your cock and I knew that you were enjoying using me this way. I could feel the feelings you had for me, the ones that stretched past me being a good fuck. You cared about me, the real part of me. It was disarming but I needed it. I needed to feel something real if only for a few moments. You fucked my ass hard and fast. I’m sure you could tell that it was the only way to make me cum. I rubbed my pussy until I was screaming as I came for you. I knew that this was something real and that I was scared.
“Take my cock you fucking slut! You fucking slut!” You were screaming obscenities and I loved watching your face as you dumped your load deep in my asshole. I knew that I was special to you and it made me feel like I had some kind of power. I loved the feeling of it and I smiled as you finished yourself off inside of me. “Wow. That was amazing,” you praised me.
“Thanks. I enjoyed it too. I’m surprised you found me.”
“You are the only girl here with rainbow socks and I figured you’d be the girl taking all the cocks. Sure enough, you were.”
“Do you think that’s gross that I’m a slut?” I asked, testing you.
“No. It’s the hottest thing in the world.” You were actually passing my test.
“It is?”
“Yeah. You’re the perfect slut. I’ve been looking for a girl like you.”
“Interesting. I’ve been looking for a guy like you too.”
“A guy like me? What does that mean?”
“I’ve been looking for a slut enabler. That’s you, isn’t it?” I asked, willing you to say yes. I wanted you to be perfect for me. I wanted it so badly.
“Yeah. That’s me. I’ll enable these holes any day,” you said. That was when I knew you were the one for me. That was the moment I fell in love.
Story by Jennifer Johnson http://www.slut-problems.com
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