Natasha's Slutty Confessions

As I straightened up, I gave him a glimpse of what was on offer, lifting my skirt and revealing my bare pussy. His fingers found me immediately, hot and insistent against my slick folds. A gasp ripped from my throat as he began to finger me, each touch sending a burst of pleasure radiating outwards. My clit throbbed under his touch, and I had to bite my lip to suppress a moan. Despite the pleasure, I knew the risk of doing this here was too much, so after a few more seconds, I pulled away, giving him a coy smile as I straightened my skirt.

"Remember what I said about the tip," I said, before walking away, leaving him with the check and a view of my swaying ass. The thought of what I was doing was so fucking hot. It wasn't just that he was totally my type. It wasn't even that I was messing with a married man. The fact that I was practically prostituting myself made my juices leak down my thighs. The thought of him paying to use my pussy for his pleasure, as if I were a cheap whore was almost too much to bear.

My pussy tingled in anticipation as I busied myself with the rest of my tables. When I finally returned to his table, he handed me the check. I glanced down, seeing the $20 tip he'd left. I was momentarily stunned by the disrespect. The fact that he thought he could have me, a young, desirable woman, for such a low amount was a slap in the face. It was as if he was saying that I wasn't worth more than that, that I was cheap. But instead of being hurt, I found myself even more aroused.

Fuck. What was wrong with me? It's not enough that I loved ugly, bald, older men, and that I got off on small dicks and dirty smells. No, now I was even getting off on degradation and disrespect. The thought of this guy casually tossing me a $20 and me letting him cum inside my pussy made me feel like such a cheap whore. No, not even a cheap whore would sell herself for $20. I was no better than a fleshlight, letting him use me to sate his lust, then throw me away. The more I thought about it, the more aroused I was getting.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, "Meet me out front." I could see the surprise in his eyes, and it was clear he hadn't expected me to follow through. I hurried to the back rooms, clocking out and making some excuse to my manager about needing to leave early. My heart pounded in my chest, the thrill of what I was about to do making my pussy throb with anticipation. Emerging from the restaurant, I spotted him waiting for me. My pulse quickened as I took his hand, leading him to my car, and jumping into the backseat with him.

"No way this is actually happening," he whispered in disbelief, but I just smiled, pressing my lips to his. I could taste the lingering flavors of his dinner on his tongue, a mix of garlic and red wine that somehow only served to turn me on more. His hands were clumsy, unsure of where to go, so I guided them to my breasts, his touch making me gasp into his mouth. "You're really doing this," he said, pulling back slightly. "You're really going to let me fuck you?"

I laughed, a low, husky sound that was more of a growl. "That's right, mister," I said. "You've bought yourself a hot, young slut for the night." His hands tightened on my breasts, his touch rough and possessive, and I moaned.

"You're young enough to be my daughter," he said, his voice thick with desire. His hands were feeling me up much more confidently now, sliding under my clothes and feeling my soft skin. "God, your tight little body feels so good. I'd forgotten what it was like to touch a young college girl like you..."

I chuckled, feeling a flush of heat spreading through me at his words. "I can't get enough of men like you..." I said, before pressing my lips against his again, our tongues tangling and dancing in a dirty, sloppy, clumsy kiss. Meanwhile, I guided one of his hands down, inviting his fingers past my panties and into my wet pussy. I moaned in contentment as he started to pump his finger into me, and I couldn't help but buck my hips a bit. "So tell me, mister," I said, my voice breathy with arousal, as I began pulling my clothes off and tossing them aside, revealing my naked body to him. "What dirty things do you want your naughty little slut to do for you?"

"I want you to use your mouth," he moaned, clearly aroused from hearing my dirty words and seeing my perfect figure. I grinned, helping pull his shirt off, my eyes feasting on the sight of his bare chest. I could smell a faint raw, primal scent of sweat and male musk coming off of him.

"Use my mouth like this?" I asked mischievously, unable to resist the urge to tease him. I leaned in against his chest, letting my tongue flick against one of his nipples. I felt a thrill of satisfaction as I heard his breath hitch. I dove in deeper, drawing his nipple in between my lips and sucking on it, making kissing noises, eliciting a deeper moan from him. After sucking a bit, I released it, opening my mouth a bit, and letting my tongue run over his nipple, caressing it with long tongue strokes.

"Ah fuck..." He moaned, hand on my hand, pressing me against his chest. I rewarded him by lavishing his nipple with even more flicks of my tongue, feeling his body tremble beneath me. I reached for his other nipple, rolling it between my fingers, giving it light squeezes. Soon he was shuddering violently from pure ecstasy, and he had to pry me away.

"Fuck, you're so good with that tongue," he gasped, breath hitching in his throat. "I can't wait to feel it all over my dick." He reached down, undoing his belt. "It's been so long since my wife gave me a blowjob."

"Well, she's a bitch." I said, helping him pull his pants down. "Imagine that hag's face if she knew her husband was about to get his dick sucked by a hot, young girl." As his pants came off, I could see his erect little dick. It was just a smidge over 3 inches, so cute and adorable I couldn't help but give out a small squeal of delight, as I felt my heart flutter.

What got my pussy even wetter was the smell. He didn't seem to have washed his cock very well, the aroma of his manhood pungent and heady. I panted, eyes beginning to glaze over as I inhaled that distinctive musk. The dirty smell was making me woozy with lust as I breathed in the potent stench of piss, sweat and pre-cum.

"Mister," I murmured, leaning down and nuzzling my face into his crotch. "Your cock... I love how dirty it smells." His penis draped over my cheek, the heat of it almost searing my skin. His balls pressed up against my lips, and with a small, needy moan, I opened my mouth, lapping at his balls with my tongue. The salty taste of him was just as mind-numbing as his scent, and I couldn't help but moan again.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hand tightening in my hair. "That's it, babe... lick my balls." I obliged, continuing to lick away, occasionally sucking up one of his balls and applying gentle pressure to get him moaning. He pulled me harder into his crotch, forcing me even deeper into the source of his erotic stench.

Goddammit, this whole situation felt so amazing, my pussy was completely drenched. Here I was, with a stranger again, not even knowing each other's name, after he basically paid to have sex with me. I was getting completely addicted to this feeling. After a few more minutes of licking and sucking his balls, I shifted a bit, and looked up at his face, clearly wracked with pleasure.

"You ready for this slut to suck your dick?" I teased, giving his little dick a kiss. He nodded breathlessly, and I licked up the drop of pre-cum on his tip, tasting the salty tang. Then I took him into my mouth, running my tongue all around his head and shaft. "Mmm, mister," I mumbled around his cock, stimulating it with the vibrations of my voice. "Your dirty cock tastes so good."

I could hear him groan above me, his hands tangling in my hair as I sucked him off. He was the perfect size, so cute and so fun to suck. It was like having a naughty lollipop, one that twitched and pulsed with every lick. Every shudder of his body was a direct response to my actions, and it filled me with satisfaction. His moans and gasps were like sweet music to my ears, encouraging me to keep going, to make him feel even better. The sight of him squirming above me, his face twisted in pleasure, was a sight to behold, and I reveled in the dirty thrill that it gave me.

My mouth worked up and down his shaft, my tongue tracing every vein, every ridge. And then, in a move that had him gasping, I stuffed his balls into my mouth as well, his dick and balls together completely filling my mouth. I jiggled them around a bit, my tongue swirling over his sensitive sack. The sensation of his balls tumbling around in my mouth seemed to be too much for him to bear. I savored the way he moaned and squirmed beneath me before I finally released his balls to focus on his dick again.

"God, you're... you're amazing," he breathed out, his voice shaky with pleasure and disbelief. "I... I never knew a blowjob could feel this good." His moans soon grew louder, more frantic, and I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, a clear signal that he was close to cumming. The thought of him exploding in my mouth, flooding it with his stinky semen was a tantalizing one. I could almost taste it, the salty, musky flavor coating my tongue and throat. But as much as I loved the thought of him cumming in my mouth, I had other plans. Just when he was on the brink of release, I pulled away, his cock slipping out of my mouth with a soft 'pop'.

"Wh-why did you stop?" he panted, his voice tinged with desperation and confusion.

I looked up at him, a grin on my face. "Because, Mister," I said, my voice dripping with seduction, "I don't want you to waste your sperm shooting it in my mouth." I turned around, getting on all fours and presenting my ass to him. My wet, tight pussy was on full display, aching and ready for him. "If you're going to cum," I told him, my voice husky, "you better do it in my young, tight pussy."

There was a moment of hesitation. "Are...are you sure?" he stammered, the uncertainty clear in his voice. "Doing this without a condom... what if you get pregnant?"

Turning my head to catch his eye over my shoulder, I gave him a grin. "Don't you think that makes it more exciting?" I asked, my voice dripping with seduction and lust. "Don't you want to feel the thrill of fucking an 18-year old slut raw and impregnating her?"

I could barely believe those words were coming out of me. I was really about to let a complete stranger, and a married older man at that, not just fuck me with no protection but fill my womb with his sperm. I was his dirty little college girl, his slut, his whore, and I was offering him the chance to impregnate me. The thought was so dirty, so slutty, so thrilling that my pussy was getting drenched at the mere thought.

With my provocative words ringing in the air, he couldn't resist any longer. His hands found my hips, gripping them firmly as he aligned his small cock with my soaked pussy. The first push had me gasping, his dick sliding into me with ease. Having a small dick inside my pussy was a sensation that I utterly adored. I loved the way it just fit snugly inside, like a perfectly sized toy designed just for me.

"Mmm, fuck, Mister," I moaned, throwing my head back in pleasure. "Your little dick feels so good in my pussy." I found myself matching his rhythm, pushing back against him with each of his thrusts. My ass slapped against his hips while his balls slapped against my clit with each thrust, sending delicious jolts of pleasure through me.

He seemed to be losing himself in the pleasure, his grip on my hips tightening. "God, your tight little cunt... it's so much better than my wife's." he moaned. "So tight... so amazing... I wish I could fuck this pussy every day."

Hearing his words sent a shiver down my spine. "I love how your little dick feels too," I moaned, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. "Keep fucking me, mister. Fuck me until you shoot all your hot cum inside me." His small dick kept sliding in and out of my pussy with a rhythm that had me teetering on the edge. It was too much, too fucking good, and I could feel the pleasure building up, coiling tightly within me. "I'm cumming, Mister!" I cried out, my pussy clenching around his dick as I came so damn hard.

"Fuck, me too!" he gasped, his cock twitching inside me as he felt me tighten around him. There was an amazing spreading sense of warmth in my pussy as I felt him shooting his hot sperm inside me. I could feel it, feel the hot spurts of his sperm seeping deep inside me. Each contraction of his dick signaled another burst of his seed, filling me up. The sensations had me moaning like a complete slut as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. The world narrowed down to the feeling of him inside me, the sensation of his semen filling me up, and the mind-numbing pleasure that coursed through my veins.

Finally, he pulled out, leaving me panting and breathless, resting on my elbows as my ass quivered in the air. I was spent, utterly exhausted yet undeniably satisfied. I rolled over to lie on my back to keep his hot semen from spilling out immediately. Meanwhile, my fingers were already reaching down to feel the mess he had made inside me. Reaching two fingers into my pussy, I scooped up a thick glob of his semen mingled with my own slick juices. I brought my hand up to my mouth, my tongue slurping up the wonderfully dirty cocktail of our combined lust. The salty bitterness of his cum, mixed with the sweet tang of my juices, was an intoxicating blend. I could feel his burning gaze on me as he watched his cum slowly leak from my pussy and the way I was savoring the taste. The sight must have been such a turn-on for him, a visual reminder he had just cum inside a college girl young enough to be his daughter.

"Was it really okay for me to cum inside you?" he asked, uncertainty lacing his words. I could tell he was worried that he might have knocked me up. The thought should have frightened me as well, but instead, it only made me feel sluttier. I had let a stranger, a married man, cum in me, and the thought of possibly getting pregnant from this was a perverse turn-on.

"It's too late to worry about that, mister," I said, my voice reassuring. "And I loved your little dick too. Besides, cumming inside a whore you paid for is the right thing to do." The words came out more easily than I thought, my own acceptance of my slutty behavior surprising even me.

His phone rang then, the hum breaking the silent tension. He picked it up, his face paling as he saw the caller ID. "It's my wife," he said, his voice shaky. He hastily grabbed his clothes, dressing quickly. "I have to go," he said, before opening the car door and stepping out into the night. Off he went, discarding me like a cheap whore after his lust was sated.

I reached into the front seat, pulling some napkins from the cupholder, and soaked up the rest of the semen still leaking from my pussy. Once I was clean, I pulled my clothes back on, wondering if he would try to come back and use my pussy again if he got in another fight with his wife. I had to admit, the thought of letting him stick his little dick inside me again was tempting. Climbing into the front seat, I started the car and drove off. A bit of common sense was beginning to return to me. I knew I needed to get a morning-after pill, but for now, after the long day, I just wanted to go rest.

After that night, my college life continued on. For the most part, I was just another college student, attending lectures, studying for exams and spending time with friends. Whenever I had free time alone though, I returned to being a complete slut, seeking out small-dicked, musky strangers to have sex with. I was constantly finding new ways to explore my sexual fantasies, each more depraved than the last, and I reveled in my own debauchery.

One late night after hours of studying, I was walking back to my car when a lecture hall with its lights turned on caught my attention. Peeking in, I saw that the janitor, a burly man with a hint of body odor that made me tingle, was mopping. I went in, locking the door behind me, and offering to suck his dick with my soft mouth. Although he was surprised at my sluttiness, he realized I was for real once I dropped to my knees before him. I lavished attention on his small, pungent dick, taking him deep into my throat. It didn't take long for his bitter, stinky cum to hit the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop, savoring the raunchy taste.

Another time, I went to the library again, to the same deserted corner, finding another sweaty, greasy guy to fuck. I eagerly let him press me up against a bookshelf, thrusting into me bare with his wonderfully small cock. Knowing my own slutty desires, I'd begun to take birth control, and I was rewarded with the divine sensation of his little dick twitching inside me as he shot me full of his sperm.

At my part-time job, I started targeting more of the lonely, unattractive men dining alone. I'd flirt with them, boldly flashing my tits, ass, and pussy. If they showed interest, I'd let them grope me as well, then take them out to my car and let them have their way with me. My manager eventually caught wind of my antics, but a handjob was enough to keep him quiet. Had he been more my type, maybe I would've sucked him off or let him fuck my pussy, but his big 5-inch cock, toned physique and clean well-groomed fragrance held no allure for me. I craved the small-dicked, smelly, desperate men who hadn't felt a woman's touch in a long time... or ever. They were the ones that truly turned me on.

As I continued to live out my fantasies, thoughts that I might be too dirty of a girl crossed my mind from time to time. I couldn't help but wonder how I'd ever settle down... or if I'd even want to. These adventures were just too much fun. Every day was a new experience, a new chance to explore more of my perverted fantasies in ways I had never imagined. The rush of adrenaline, the thrill of the chase, the carnal satisfaction... it was all too tantalizing to give up. So I guess for now, that's what I plan to keep doing.