tagInterracial LoveHow I Became a Slut Ch. 05

How I Became a Slut Ch. 05

bysophiewilliams©

The internet was fast becoming the answer to all my sexual needs and wants. I could think of nothing better than going online and talking to like minded strangers, exchanging explicit pictures and then sometimes meeting them. I had no shame and was happy to help them fulfil their wildest fantasises as long as I got what I needed.

My friends tried to hook me up with guys as they all slowly started to settle down, but I was secretly having too much fun. I had a desire and a craving for sex that no one man could satisfy. I did meet a few guys and even went on a few dates, but what was the point? I knew I wouldn't stay faithful because I wasn't ready to. No, being single was the right decision and I continued to give myself to many men, searching for the next high in the hope that it would be better than the last.

I didn't realise it at the time but I was spiralling out of control as I crossed each accomplished fantasy from my list. I didn't really have a list but when I thought of something new and dirty or kinky, I set off to conquer it. And so it continued.

Abhay was an Indian businessman from Birmingham, and he e-mailed me to say he was working in my area the following week and that he would love to meet me. I received many e-mails like this and I often deleted them as they were usually husbands and fathers playing away.

So what made Abhay any different? Nothing, probably, except his profile said he was single. But that wasn't what swayed my decision. For a start he was Asian. I had no problem with that, it just made me stop and think for a moment before I replied.

I have nothing against interracial couples or sex it's just that I had never experienced it. I find men from other races to be just as attractive as white men, but I'm not like some women either who are turned on by the man's skin colour.

I guess what I'm trying to say is I wanted Abhay, not because he was Asian or dark skinned, but because, socially some people still have a problem with interracial sex.

However I think Abhays reasons were a little more perverted and common, but I appreciated his honesty as it always gave an indication of what to expect. He wanted, and I quote, "to fuck a white slut."

He was staying at a posh hotel, which always made me feel a little safer once I had met any guy, and we met in the hotel lobby as agreed. He was tall and stocky, carrying a few extra pounds but he still looked handsome.

Before he led me to the lift he kissed me on the cheek and we shook hands. But once we were alone in the lift he showed his true intent by groping my arse. His hands wandered up and down the backs of my legs, and then to my inner legs before finally cupping my pussy.

He wasn't a gentleman and inside the room he was no different. As soon as the door closed behind us he pounced on me, practically tearing my blouse and skirt from my body and in no time at all I was laying naked on the bed watching him undress.

I estimated it had taken ten minutes from the moment I entered the hotel to the moment he rolled on a condom and entered my body. He fucked me, grunting with no thought for how I was feeling as he lay on top of me, crushing me.

Strangely though, I did enjoy it. After all I was having sex, and sex is better than no sex. Also, the way he was treating me was turning me on. His cock wasn't big but it was fat, stretching my pussy.

We didn't kiss and there was no tenderness as he mauled my breasts and continued grunting. After a while he flipped us over and he grabbed my hips, bouncing me up and down on his cock. I used what little control I had and started grinding down with my hips, circling my body as he bucked hard into me.

Abhay then took a firm grip on my hips as I placed my hands on the bed behind me and pushed down on his cock with all my strength. The position we were in meant he good fuck me with slightly longer strokes, and I felt him go deeper before his cock pushed me over the edge. I didn't feel him cum but when we finished I did notice the large amount of cum that sat at the bottom of his condom.

I met Abhay once more after our first encounter and the second time was much better than the first. I liked the way he just wanted to meet and get straight down to it. No messing around with awkward niceties. We arranged to meet and fuck, so that's what we did.

The second time we met he asked me to meet him at his office close to where I worked. Although he mainly worked out of Birmingham his company was national, so he worked in many different cities.

I couldn't wait for my lunch break and when it did finally arrive I jumped into my car and took the five minute journey to his office building. That morning I decided on a knee length pencil skirt, black stockings and heels with a white blouse and bra. On the drive over I managed to remove my black panties and placed them into my bag.

His office was on the sixth floor and after waiting patiently for a few more minutes, which I couldn't afford, he buzzed the secretary and she told me where to go. I had already made my mind up the night before that I was going to be the one in charge today, so as soon as I entered his office I closed the door behind me and flicked the blinds shut.

Abhay was sitting behind his desk, smiling, so I walked straight up to him and sat on his desk with my legs between his. He reached out and began to feel my stocking clad legs. He then stood up and gently pushed me backwards before sliding my tight skirt up my legs, revealing the tops of my stockings. I leant back and put my hands on his desk to balance myself as he ran his hands up and down my legs, smoothing and feeling his way over my stockings.

Pushing my skirt a little higher he quickly realised I wasn't wearing any panties. He looked at me and we both smiled. He stared into my eyes and his right hand made its way up the inside of my left leg until it reached my quivering lips and brushed them. I closed my eyes and gasped, and then sighed as I felt his fingers enter me.

With his left hand Abhay started to unbutton my blouse while I continued to enjoy the gentle finger fuck he was giving me. Once my blouse was unbuttoned he pulled one side down my arm and then the other, exposing my white lace bra. By now my breathing was ragged and Abhay knew I needed his cock. But I would have to wait a little longer as he shoved his hand inside my bra and pulled out my tits.

His eyes lit up before he moved forward and took my right nipple in his mouth. He fingered and caressed my body for a few more minutes before; finally, he dropped his pants and took out his cock. I looked down between my legs and felt a shiver of excitement ripple through my body. I saw Abhays dark, thick cock twitching with anticipation inches from my shaven, tight, white pussy and it was dribbling pre cum onto the table between my legs.

I wanted to suck him, taste him and swallow him up but there was no time. Abhay looked into my eyes and groped my tits while he guided his unprotected cock to my pussy. I was fully aware that he hadn't put a condom on this time, but it added to the thrill.

He rubbed his cock up and down my slit a few times and I knew he was smearing my lips with his pre cum. Then, inch by glorious inch he fed me his cock and I no longer cared that he was bareback. His cock felt bigger than before and it was throbbing as it stretched my insides. Once his cock was buried deep inside of me he pulled back, almost out, before sliding back inside. He kissed and sucked my tits, fucking me, fucking me harder and deeper, over and over until he finally came inside me. He seemed to cum for a long time, squirting out every last drop of spunk before he finished and pulled out.

I closed my eyes and lay flat on his desk for a moment, enjoying the overwhelming feeling of what we had just done. I was lying there lifeless when suddenly I heard a knock on the door followed by the sound of it opening. I bolted up from his desk and another man; a white man had entered the room and closed the door.

I didn't know what to do as they stood together laughing at my situation. I quickly tried to fix myself by closing my legs and putting my tits back inside my bra. I quickly glanced at Abhay and the man behind me and I can remember thinking that I had to get out of that office, but the white guy had a look about him, and he wasn't about to let me out.

He walked round the desk and stood in front of me, grabbing my hands and stopping me from buttoning up my blouse. He then unzipped his trousers and pulled out a very erect cock. I was sitting in front of him with my hands and legs shaking, waiting and wondering.

He stepped a little closer and slid a hand through my hair before grabbing my head and pulling me down from the desk. His grip was strong and he was starting to hurt me as he continued to force me downwards and onto my knees. I knew what he wanted and to get out of that office I knew had to give it to him.

I started by licking the swollen tip of his cock, teasing him in an attempt to get him to loosen his grip on my head, but it didn't work. Instead he forced his cock into my mouth and I started to suck him hard. Harder and then harder, licking the tip and swallowing his length, anything to make him cum. I cupped his balls, gently massaging them and then he let go of my head. Still caressing his heavy ball sac I gripped the base of his cock and gulped down his cock. Quickly at first then slowly, bobbing my head until finally he gripped my head, rammed his cock down my throat and came.

Eventually I did get out of that office and when I passed the secretary I could have sworn she muttered "there goes another one." I felt terrible and went straight home.

That was the last time I ever spoke or saw Abhay.

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by devilspy200110/10/13

What a stupid stud

It is one thing to share a slut, but don't force it on her.

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