I am such a slut..........9
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This was the night that I had been waiting for, now dressed completely as a woman, completely, and in the hotel room with a man that Ihad met off of craigslist. And even more so, he was not an anonymous man, but someone that I sorta knew, recognizing him from my town. His name was Derek. We had kissed gently at first and then more deeply. And I had just nibbled and teased his cock before pulling his pants off of him to hang them up. I walked back across the room towards him, took a sip of my drink and a little of the fairy dust laid out on the desk, checked myself in the mirror and flounced my hair and reapplied my pink lipstick, walked up to him with a sultry smile on my face….and kissed him …..again…… and then again, gently rubbed his nipples……and then proceeded to lower myself to my knees in front of him. He stood there naked, his hard thick beautiful cock now right in front of me. The night was just beginning and I was going to be the woman that I had dreamed of.I leaned forward and placed my lips on the head of his cock, just feeling the head on my parted lips. How hard he was and what a delicious looking mushroom head. I began to take him into my mouth using just my mouth, slowly and softly working my way down his shaft, taking more and more, delighting myself in the taste and the smell of his manhood, till I finally found my nose touching his abdomen and his cock in the back of my throat. His hand on the back of my head holding me firmly to him with his cock deep in my mouth told me what I needed to know. That I was a woman. That I was a slut. That I was a cocksucking whore. And that is what I began doing, his guttural moan telling me that he liked this, his hand finally releasing my head, I went to work on his cock. Sucking it and kissing it and licking it up and down the shaft., My manicured hands teasing his balls, my nails barely touching his sack and driving him wild as I sucked him and teased him. Rubbing his cock on my face as I became his slut, his whore. And that is what he called me. His little cocksucking whore. Telling me that this is all that I was good for, being a slut, to suck men and let them fuck me. To let men use me, to let them put their cocks in my mouth and my pussy, to fill me with their cum. And I knew that he was right. This is what I had become and what I desired to be. Sucking him I moaned back in affirmation that he was correct, almost trying to nod my head. Taking my mouth off of his cock and saying, almost chanting, “Yes, I am your cocksucking whore.” Say it again he commanded……’Yes, I am your cocksucking whore. Your slut.” And he asked me what I wanted, what his slut wanted, and I told him. “I want to be your whore. I want your cock. I want to taste it and lick it and suck it…..and I want to feel you inside of me. Feel your cock fill my asspussy. Feel you use me as a whore…..and, and I want your cum. Please. Please.” Almost now begging him. I knew what I was. A dressed sissy, a girly girl, a slut, who was now frantic for his cock. So strong was my desire to be used. He reached down and stood me up and kissed me, telling me what a sexy woman, what a sexy whore I was. And telling me what he was going to do to me. That he was going to fuck me. He pulled up my dress to my hips and lowered my panties in what seemed like one motion and ran his hands over my smooth hips and my ass. Again he asked me what I wanted and again I told him that I wanted his cock, wanted it deep in me. Wanted to feel his cock explode inside of me. He chuckled and smiled and said that we would figure out soon enough where that load might find itself shooting. He told me to suck him again, to get him hard and wet, because he was going to fuck me, and lowering myself back down on my knees as he now sat on the edge of the bed, I proceeded to give his hard cock a wet and hard blowjob, knowing full well that I was lubricating it to go in my manpussy. He then had me stand up and turn around and as he lay on the edge of the bed with his legs spread and his hard cock pointing up, I backed into his spread legs. My eyes closed in anticipation of what I was about to feel, lost in the moment. He placed his hands on my hips and slowly lowered me down to his cock. I felt the head of it, that beautiful mushroom head that I had been just seconds ago sucking, against the entrance to my hole. And slowly he pushed my hips down, down upon his cock. I felt my hole open up as the head began to enter me. My lightly lubed ass spread apart to give him entrance inside of me. Slowly and firmly he lowered me onto him….deeper and deeper…..and I, almost hyperventilating with lust and desire, pushed myself down further and further. I wanted him in me. I wanted him deep in me. I wanted him. I wanted him. I felt my hole spreading apart as more and more of his cock went in me. I felt it stretching as the head spread it apart. It hurt, a bit, just a bit, yes it hurt, but I was his and I so wanted him in me. Then his head past my opening and now inside. I felt his shaft as it began to slide past my rim, filling me, his head going deeper and deeper…..and deeper still. I began to slide up now and down again. Up….and down again, each time taking a bit more and a bit more. I could feel his hands on my waist as he began to rhythmically move me up and down. I felt his body under me, my hands on his thighs and knees as we moved as one. I heard his moaning and his breathing, his own guttural sounds as he took me. And we began to move together, feeling every inch of him inside of me now, up and down. God, how good this felt. Why had I waited so long for this moment? Why had I denied myself this feeling? I opened my eyes and looking straight ahead, saw myself for the first time in the mirror. Saw a woman, a beautiful woman, riding a firm hard thick cock. Saw a woman sliding up and down on the long shaft. I sighed a contented sigh, almost crying. I was so happy. I was so content. This is who I was and where I wanted to be. A woman being taken and used by a man. A woman giving herself for his enjoyment. A woman. A slut. A whore. I felt Derek place his hands on my hips and pull me all the way down on his cock and just firmly held me there. He asked me how I liked this, how I liked having him inside of me, how I liked the feel of his cock deep in me. I replied without words, but with moans of joy, that brought another chuckle from him. “Okay,” he said. ‘Lift yourself off of me.” And I raised myself up and until I felt the head of his cock at my rim and slowly let him slide out of me. I was shocked at how wet my asspussy was. How had it gotten so wet? Where did that come from? I grabbed a washcloth and gently dabbed some of the leaking moisture from my hole and Derek, now standing up, turned me around and kissed me. A deep passionate kiss this time. He then instructed me to get back down on my knees and suck his cock. To taste myself on him, which I hungrily did. God did it taste good. Oh, how wonderful! As I sucked him he prepared us some more fairy dust and eventually raised me up and after partaking, he then proceeded to turn me around and bent me over the edge of the couch. Coming up from behind me, standing behind me, I felt his cock again at the entrance to my pussy, and as he now stood behind me, he again entered me. It went in much easier this time and soon he was fully inside of me. Leaning forward over my back, he kissed the back of my neck, the nape, and my neck and then whispered in my ear that he was now going to give me the fucking that I wanted. And that is what he did. Slowly and deeply at first, but then faster and harder and faster and harder. Grabbing my hips and thrusting himself in and out of me. Calling me his whore and his slut and his cocksucking little sissy. Telling me that I was his as he fucked me and fucked me. Telling me that this was only the first time and that there would be other times……and then, saying that there would be other times with ‘friends of his’ which not knowing what he meant but being left to my imagination, thrilled and excited me. Other people? Friends of his? I could hardly breathe at the excitement of the thought. He fucked me and again. I could feel his pace quickening. He began saying to me “Is this what you wanted Slut? Is this what you wanted you whore, you sissy?” And I could barely moan a “Yes” in reply as he continued to thrust in me. I felt him harden and his pace quicken….and then…..and then…..I heard him groan and felt him emptying himself in me. Emptying himself with each thrust. How hot his cum felt inside of me. How dirty I felt at being used, being his whore. He pulled my hips firm against his torso. Completely in me. Emptying himself completely. Sighing. Exhaling. My ass still his….and slowly……slowly……he pulled his cock out of me. Ever so slowly, until he was out. He again laughed and told me how good it felt, how hot it was, and how he looked forward to our playing again, our fucking again. Then he told me to clean him off. I turned around and knelt down before him, his still hard but spent cock in front of me, and began to lick him. To lick off the juices. His juice. My juice. Cum and who knows what else, but it tasted delcious. As I did it, I could feel his cum dripping from my ass down the inside of my thighs. As I cleaned him, I took one of my fingers and reached down to my thigh and scooped up some cum and placed it in my mouth, savoring it. He saw that and said to me, “You really are a cumslut aren’t you?” “Yes” I replied. “I am a cumslut. I am your cumslut”. And to that he answered, “Yes, you really are.”