Sex Shop Slut: Fucking Nicks Ass

I hadn't been brave enough to confess to Father Daniels yet. Although I can't lie, sitting through mass with my ass filled with cum and a butt plug holding it in, I got horny as fuck throughout it just at the thought.

If only my parents knew what a little slut I was!

After that I didn't wear the plug for a few days, weirdly though I actually missed it. But I wanted to give my ass time to recover after Mr Unsworth well and truly took my last virginity.

I was sat in bed one day, drawing in my sketch book. Nothing special, just drawing the view from outside of my window. I never really used colours when I drew, just shades of grey. I loved to catch the shadows off the trees, the blowing grass, there was something so soothing about drawing.

About half an hour into drawing my phone vibrated. Grabbing it, I saw it was Brad and my stomach fluttered a little with excitement.

Brad: Hi beautiful, sorry I haven't text you yet. Had a busy few days with football, I hope you're well though? X

Just having this handsome, popular football player texting me like that had a huge smile planted on my face.

I had always been the religious, shy girl that no guys had interest it. Except for Doug, but that was pretty much a friendship.

With my hands moving at the speed of light as I eagerly texted him back.

Zara: Don't apologise, how is the football going? I'm good thanks, just having a relax. What are you up to? X

As soon as I hit send I let out a little sigh, it wasn't even a full minute before I replied, maybe I should've waited a little... you know, not to seem too eager.

As I fretted over acting like a silly little girl, my heart beat out of my chest as Brad immediately replied.

Brad: Yeah it's going well, got a big game coming up so need all the practice we can fit in. Lovely, I'm just having a chill today as well. My mum and dad want to go out for tea but I'd rather just order food in lol x

My fingers typed my reply rapidly. I thought what to say as I wrote it, but I couldn't help thinking of the night with Brad and his two mates. Since he hadn't texted me I had worried that him seeing me being a slut and getting fucked by two other lads at the same time would put him off. Thank god he didn't seem to mind though!

Zara: Oh well good luck with it! Not that I have any clue about football!! Oh nice, I'd love to order a Chinese right now! X

Brad: Haha I know you don't, but don't worry, I can teach you! It's the final of a cup we're playing in, you're welcome to come and watch me if you'd like to? I love a Chinese! BBQ Ribs with boiled rice! I'd take that any day! X

He's inviting me to watch him play football? I couldn't stop from smiling even if I wanted to!

As I sat there, legs crossed and wearing a baggy grey hoody and baggy grey jogging bottoms, not exactly sexy clothes, I replied again.

Zara: I'd love to watch you play, be your own cheerleader lol. Ew no! Beef and black bean sauce is the only choice with a Chinese! X

Brad: Seeing you're pretty face at the side I would have to play well, got to impress you hey. Wow, beef and black bean sauce, you've just gone down in my estimations Zara! Lol! X

Zara: Well if you win when I watch you maybe we could go out and celebrate? Excuse me, you know nothing could make me go down in your estimations! X

I laughed at my own reply. I couldn't believe how comfortable I felt texting Brad. Which was weird for me, normally I'm such an introvert!

Brad: Definitely, I know a bar we could go after the game. Yeah I guess that's true, you are one amazing girl. X

I blushed at his text and felt more butterflies in my stomach.

Zara: I'd really like that :) Who knows, if you win, maybe you can get an extra prize... Oh I know I am lol! But don't worry, you're pretty good yourself! X

Did I really just send that? Oh god please don't think I'm just some slut!

Then a text came through.

Brad: Oh I will definitely have to win that game now if that's on the table! You're too kind lol! You know how to give a guy confidence hey! X

I laughed hard again.

Zara: Who knows what could happen ;) I think I gave you enough confidence the other night, need you to know I'm not that easy to get or you won't try ;) x

As I flirted with Connor on text, I couldn't stop myself from feeling a little horny.

Brad: Well, at least next time I'll have you all to myself ;) Oh don't worry, I will be pulling out all the works for you, if that night was anything to go by! X

Zara: Then you can do whatever you want with me... You better, especially if you want that again x

Brad: Whatever I want? I like the sound of that. Oh I definitely do, but so do you, right? X

In between my legs lit up a little more, I managed to keep my legs crossed but I could feel my pussy getting wetter as I spoke to Brad.

Zara: Like I said... whatever you want, if you win ;) I think you could tell how much I liked it that night x

Brad: Oh I already know what I want. I definitely could, I think that was one of the best nights of my life x

I couldn't stop myself. I put my sketchpad onto the floor, lay back in my bed and got under the covers. With my right hand holding the phone, my left hand went into my jogging bottoms and pressed against my already swollen clit.

Zara: Go on then, what do you want? Agreed. X

Brad: Well for starters, next time I want the chance to get my head between your legs. I want to hear you quite little moans as you watch my tongue run against her clit, just getting you ready for me. X

Oh god, I moaned in my head as I played with my clit lightly.

Zara: That's a good start, you didn't get to taste me last time did you? X

Brad: No, and I'm not missing out on that again. X

Zara: I wish you were here to do it now.

I didn't feel self conscious at all, I was horny, and I knew Brad wanted me.

Brad: A little horny are you? Why don't you start to play with that perfect little pussy of yours for me.

Zara: I already am. I've been rubbing my swollen clit for the last 5 minutes.

I exaggerated, but I wanted to turn him on more.

Brad: That's so hot, guess I'll have to copy you.

Suddenly, a photo of Brad's big, hard cock appeared on my phone. Oooh fuck! I miss that cock!

I easily pushed two fingers into my tight, smooth, soaked pussy as I looked at the cock that fucked me so well.

Zara: I wish that cock was here right now!

Brad: Oh yeah, what would you do if it was?

Zara: I'd start my wrapped my lips around your shaft and taking you all the way down my throat. Bobbing up and down until your entire cock was covered in my spit. After that, I wouldn't be able to stop myself, I'd have to straddle you and slide your big, hard cock deep inside of me.

I almost couldn't believe the words I was typed! But I was so horny!

Brad: Fuck that's hot! Keep rubbing that clit for me as you picture my cock! I remember how tight and hot your little pussy was, watching you bounce back against me.

Zara: Mmm yes. I need that right now. I'd want you to bend me over and fuck me as hard as you can with that big cock! Make me take it!

I fingered myself faster, occasionally slipping out to rub my clit with my drenched fingers.

Then, in my state of utter horniness, I did something that I had once vowed never to do! I pulled off my hoodie and with my face out of view, I took a picture of my tits and sent it to Brad.

Brad: You're so hot! I couldn't believe how big your tits were when I first saw them!

Zara: I wish you were here now to bite them, grab them, play with my nipples! God Brad I'm so horny!

Brad: So am I! We need to meet up again soon!

Zara: Definitely! Then I can feel your thick cock down my throat before you fuck my tight, little pussy like I'm your personal slut!

Brad: You're fucking amazing! If we had another full night together we would both cum so many times!

Zara: Is that a challenge?

Brad: Oh yeah, let's do it!

Zara: You should know... I'll be ready to take your big cock in my ass next time.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuccckkkk!

After I sent that my entire body shook with a huge orgasm. My fingers were fucking my little pussy as they gushed wetter and wetter. I couldn't control my breathing and I had to bite my lip to stop from moaning and alerting my parents.

Brad: Fucking hell, I would love to get to go in that little asshole.

It took me a couple of minutes to come down from my orgasm. I just kept getting wave after wave of pleasure shoot through me.

Zara: Well next time... you will. I erm, I just came.

Brad: Me too, the thought of fucking your ass was too much for me lol x

I was so happy, even acting like a slut he likes me, it's like I can do no wrong in his eyes.

Zara: Shame to waste it, if I was there I would've swallowed it all ;) x

Brad: Next time you are! X

Zara: Promises, promises lol! I should go, but talk soon? X

Brad: Yeah I need to go see my parents, definitely. I'll text you tomorrow x

Once we stopped texting I lay back for a while with my smile going from ear to ear. How my life and I had changed in less than 2 months.

From shy, very religious Catholic girl, to a girl that had a cock in every hole, been with a woman and now confident enough to sext with a football player!

I loved the new me!

The next day I got the bus to work in my good Catholic girl clothes and once there I got dressed into my sluttier uniform.

"Hey, how's it going?" I asked as Grace made us both a cup of tea.

"Good, you been up to much?" She asked me.

"Not much," I told her and took one of the tea's, "I was talking to Brad yesterday."

"Oh yeah, he's not stopped talking about you since that night." Grace joked out but that just filled my heart with joy.

"He's... he's asked me to go watch him play football." I told her, unable to hide my smile and my joy.

"Really? Wow." She said, clearly shocked by what I told her.

"What? Why are you surprised?" I asked.

Oh no, is this all just some kind of prank! Like you see in the movies! Build up a shy girls confidence just to humiliate her in front of everyone! I can't go through that!

"He's never invited a girl to watch him play football, even his ex. He says it's bad luck." Grace told me.

So... it's not a prank?

"He must really like you," Grace then told me, "but to be fair, there is something special about you."

I watched as Grace walked to the counter, I couldn't help myself but stare at her curvy arse in her tight skirt as she walked.

I can't figure out what she thinks of me? She's kissed me twice, both of which I loved! But we're really good friends now, I'm so confused!

"What do you mean? Special?" I asked her.

Grace sat down near the register and looked up at me with a smile. Her red hair slightly covering parts of her face.

"I can't explain it," She said and blew onto her tea, "there's just something about you, you're an enigma."

"An enigma?" I asked as I walked over.

"You're like a beaming light of happiness," Grace told me, "you're probably the nicest girl I've ever met."

I couldn't believe what she was telling me, no one had ever said anything like that about me before. Weirdly, it actually made me feel a little self conscious.

"And the fact your hot as fuck and a kinky slut like me makes you even better." She said with a grin.

Does she want to sleep with me? I thought, she must do, right? She wouldn't say stuff like that and kiss me twice if she doesn't. I have to admit, I want to sleep with her as well.

I wanted to ask her, to understand what she wanted, if we were just friends of what? But when I went to open my mouth to speak, my nerves took over and I found no noise coming out of me.

Just leave it, I told myself, if she doesn't feel the same you don't want to look stupid.

I tried to force those thoughts out of my head and carry on working. Grace didn't make any more comments like that and after an hour or so we went back to just chatting normally.

When lunch time came I went and bought us both a sandwich and we sat down together.

"So, what was it like with that black guy at the party?" I asked.

Ever since seeing him it made me wonder what it was like to be fucked by a black man, and if the rumours of their cock sizes were true.

"That black guy?" Grace said with a little shocked tone, "That's a bit offensive Zara, you can't just call him that black guy."

My eyes shot wide open. I was from a small school, with barely any friends and a religious girl that barely went out. I dawned on me how bad it was that in my head I had only referred to him as "that black guy"!

That wasn't an excuse though, Grace was right, and I was wrong.

"I'm sorry," I whispered in embarrassment, "I didn't mean it like that."

I looked up and saw her staring at me with a straight face.

"It's okay," She said, "we all have to learn from somewhere. His name's Derek, and oh yeah, he knows what he's doing."

Thank god, she swiftly moved past the awkward moment.

And although I wanted to ask about his cock size I worried that would be offensive as well so I just left it.

A few hours later we were carrying on working as normal when the door opened. I span from where I was in the corner of the shop, putting purple dildos onto a shelf and saw a guy walk in.

It was a little confusing to be honest. He looked maybe mid 20s, he was about 6 foot and extremely muscular. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt that showed off his muscles and black jeans. Plus he was clean shaven, which showed off his amazing jawline. He really looked like some strong, masculine guy, I wondered what he was doing there.

Without saying a word, I watched as he headed straight to the back of the store, opened the BDMS Room door and walked in.

That's strange, no one's in there.

I stared at the door for a moment and to be honest, I started to get a little horny. Part of me wanted to go in there, get tied up and let him fuck me. Just like when I lost my virginity in that room.

Grace was behind the counter so I rushed over, wanting to know what that guys deal was.

"Hey, who was that?" I whispered, although I don't know why, I knew the BDSM Room was sound proof.

"Oh, that's Nick, he goes in there every now and again." She said as she counted some cash in her hands.

"But, there's no one else in there?" I asked, growing more confused.

"I know, he'll just stay in there and wait." Grace said without even looking up at me.

"Wait for what?" I asked, wondering if I could be the girl to go in and stop him from waiting, "a girl to fuck?"

Grace then slowly raised her stare up and smiled at me.

"Oh no, he isn't going to be doing the fucking." She said with a devilish grin.

"Then, what?" I asked, darting my eyes back to the door then back to Grace.

"He's into pegging." Grace told me bluntly.

Pegging? A word I had never heard before.

"Yeah, he likes girls to fuck him in the ass with a strap on." Grace blurted out like it was no big deal.

No way! Grace has told me about times she has fucked guys! But him? He's so manly!

"Have you ever considered it?" Grace asked, bringing me back to reality.

"What?" I stuttered back, "no."

"Oh it's the best," Grace said, "when you are wielding a big strap on, especially when it's some big guy like Nick, you feel so powerful, so full or raw strength."

That does sound... interesting.

I thought about my night with Mrs Unsworth, I had surprised myself with being dominant with Charlotte. Maybe I wasn't fully submissive?

Then I started to wonder what pegging would be like. I had always been the smaller slut getting fucked by a big hard cock. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have a strong man like that Nick, moaning as I fucked him with a strap on, would I even like that?

"It's a quiet day," Grace then said, "Why don't you try it out?"

"Seriously?" I asked, still unsure of my answer.

"Yeah, you'll never know unless you try right?" She said.

It made sense to me, for all I knew I would love it, or hate it. But I'd never know unless I tried.

The Zara from 2 months ago would've burst into a pile of embarrassment at the mere thought, but I had grown since then and I wanted to keep my confidence growing.

I looked at Grace, puffed out my chest a little and smiled.

"Fuck it," I told her, "I'm going to fuck Nick ass."

"Go on girl." Grace said with a cheer as I walked away.

The closer I got to the door, the more I started to panic over what I was doing.

Am I really going to fuck some random guys ass?

My hands shook as I reached for the handle, then I turned back to look at Grace but she was distracted with counting cash.

Come on Zara, time to test out this dominant side of you.

Pulling on the door handle, I opened the door and stepped in. Nick mustn't have moved a lot because the lights were off when I first entered, but by me coming in the flicked on.

I shut the door behind me, locking us from the rest of the world. Then I turned and my mouth hung wide open.

There was Nick, this big, muscular, handsome man... bent over the bench, completely naked and his arse in the air. He had clearly shaved every bit of hair from his eyes brown down. He had even managed to lock himself into the spreader bar and somehow managed to handcuff his hands behind his back.

It was... a beautiful site.

The site I imagine I looked like when I lost my virginity in that exact same position.

I looked at him for a few minutes.

His thighs were thick like tree trunks. His arse was curvy and shapely, almost like a woman's. He had clear muscles all over his back.

Oh, he's blindfolded himself as well, I realised when I saw his head.

"Hello?" He asked out but didn't move.

"Hi." I whispered.

I could feel my cheeks blush and I suddenly felt very, very awkward.

What am I doing in here? He's going to think I'm just some silly little girl!

"Hi... Mistress." He said confidently.

Mistress? That's right... he can't see me, he has no idea who I am. For all he knows I'm a powerful, strong woman.

Taking very slow steps forward, my body wanted to turn and leave but I forced myself to overcome those fears and keep going.

My right hand shook as I reached forward and felt his ass cheek, lightly grabbing it.

"What..." I squeaked out before coughing and trying to compose myself, "what do you want me to do?"

"I'm yours to do whatever you want to, Mistress." He replied.

I had to admit, a little shiver of pleasure went up my spine when he said that. Knowing I had complete control of him, hearing him call me Mistress, it was so empowering.

My left hand grabbed his other ass cheeks and I started to squeeze them both in my hands.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" I managed to say, faking some form of confidence but not properly feeling it.

"Yes please Mistress," He begged back, "I'll do anything you want."