She's A Dirty Little Slut
“It was easy, all I had to do was show them my cunt and I’d get all the cock I could handle. Sometimes more than I could handle.”
I was laying in bed with my wife slowly finger fucking her bald twat as she answered questions I asked concerning her slutty past. Very early on in our relationship, she confessed to me that for a brief period when she was a teenager was a prostitute. She never sugar-coated it at all. She didn’t say she was a call girl or an escort or any other prostitute euphemism. She said that she was a nasty little hooker. At the time, I was taken aback, to say the least, but I came to terms with it and eventually got to the point where my curiosity won over and I would ask her questions about it. She told me that when she was growing up she actually fantasized about being a hooker and that’s what she wanted to be when she grew up. It only took a few months of doing it to change her mind about that dream and her days as a prostitute ended as quickly as they began.
What her confession actually did was reveal what a dirty slut she was. And for some reason, that really turned me on. I started asking her questions about things she had done and initially, she was kind of shy and embarrassed about it and she was a little reluctant to go into detail. It was when I pointed out how much worse can it be than being a hooker. I am not being judgemental, but it’s just a fact, admitting that you used to sell your pussy on the street is pretty extreme. I guess she saw the logic in that because from that point on she would answer my questions in graphic detail. When I asked her what was the nastiest thing she ever did she told me that she used to get gangbanged a lot so she pretty much did everything. After hearing that, my questions usually centered around her gangbang experiences. She said the first time was at a party and one of the guys said, “I bet you can’t suck all our dicks.” to which she replied, “I bet I can.” Then she dropped to a squat and opened her mouth for the first of about a dozen or so dicks that she sucked that night. After a couple of hours of sucking cock she offered her pussy to anybody that wanted to fuck it. Of course, they all wanted to fuck it and they all did, over and over again all night long and after that she was hooked.
Word spread quickly about the nasty little gangbang slut and the guys in her town took full advantage of her willingness to fuck anybody and everybody. She said to me, “It didn’t bother me that people called me a slut. That’s what I was and I loved fucking and sucking cock. I wanted cock all the time. It didn’t make sense to go out and find one guy who would fuck me for like fifteen minutes and then blow his load. I would rather be surrounded by a bunch of hard cocked horny guys that were trying to outdo each other by fucking me over and over. There were times that the group was too large or if they treated me too rough it would get overwhelming, but even then it was still good.”
Then I asked her a question that I had never asked her. I said, “When was it that you were able to control your cocklust?”
She looked at me as if she didn’t understand the question and said, “What do you mean by control it? It isn’t something that is controllable, it’s just an urge to fuck. I can resist the urge if I have to. If I don’t have to, then I don’t.”
She looked into my eyes and didn’t say anything. It seemed as if she was trying to read my mind. Her silence and deep stare were at the point of making me uncomfortable when she said, “There’s always a risk isn’t there? With this question and answer thing we do. I don’t think I have answered very many questions in which I didn’t think, “is this going to be the straw that broke the camel's back? I mean, is there a point where you would think I was too much of a whore to stay married to me? What would it take to make you leave me?”
I said, “I would never leave you, I love you. But I get what you are saying. Even when I ask you questions I am always trying to gauge your mood and not ask you anything that would piss you off or upset you. But you can rest assured that there isn’t anything you could tell me that I would consider too slutty. In fact, the dirtier the better. I think it’s hot that you were such a slut.”
She said, “That’s what I worry about, right there. I don’t know if it’s intentional or if you are even aware that you do it. But all your questions have to do with the past and you just said, “I think it’s hot that you were such a slut.” see even that is past tense. But guess what. I’m still a dirty little slut. Yep, if there is one thing that is irrefutable and 100% factual it’s that your wife loves cock.”
I didn’t know what to say and then she reached over and wrapped her hand around my hard dick and said, “This is proof that you like that I am a dirty little cockwhore so I am going to tell you everything about my nasty little hobby and hopefully you won’t divorce me. I think it’s time for me to be completely honest with you. That wet hole you have your fingers in right now isn’t yours exclusively. I let lots of guys play with it.” I continued to finger her hot little cunt and she spread her legs as wide as she could and started grinding and humping her bald oiled twat against my hand and breathing hard. She was really worked up and seemed to be continually on the verge of an orgasm.
She said, “I love getting fucked nasty. I always have and always will. I am a dirty little whore and I love being a dirty little whore.
You know that I have had affairs in the past and I promised you I would never do it again. Well, I have kept that promise. I don’t have any boyfriends that I fuck. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t fuck other guys. It’s just now I fuck random strangers. I’m sorry if that upsets you but I love cock. I love how I can feel them throb in my mouth and I love how my cunt can either stretch around the big ones or clamp around the smaller ones. And even if it was physically possible for you to fuck me twenty-four hours a day I would still fuck other guys because I love the nastiness of cheating. In fact, since I started fucking complete strangers it feels extra nasty. There is something so tantalizing about offering my cunt to people whose names I don’t even know. I love it and need it. The reason I am telling you all this is because I want you to see me get gang fucked. You seem to only ever ask me about gangbangs and I think it’s time you saw me with a hard cock in each of my holes as my hands stroke the ones that are waiting there turn to be inside me. So what do you think? Is that something that you think you could handle?”
I was speechless. On the one hand, she had just dropped a bomb on me and I was still processing the fact that my wife had just told me that she is a serial cheater. But on the other hand, her little revelation had turned me on to a degree that was entirely new to me. I really wanted to see her get fucked. And let’s be honest here, subconsciously I had always wanted that. Why else would I always ask her about her past in such a manner? I managed to say without stammering, “I could handle it, when do you want to do this?”
She said, “All the time, silly, I just told you that I am a dirty little slut.”
I said, “No, I meant…”
She said, “I know what you meant, I was just making a little joke. But seriously, if you like watching me fuck and suck strangers then in all likelihood I will be doing it all the time. Then again, if you don’t like it then that presents a problem because it isn’t something that I can stop doing. I am likely a real nymphomaniac and I get off on it. You wouldn’t believe how truly nasty I get on an almost daily basis. Today, for instance, I spent about four hours in a video booth either squatting down in front of a glory hole with my mouth full of cock or bent over with one leg stretching up the wall and my cunt pressed against that hole in the wall. Enjoying lots of anonymous cock.”
I shot my load when she said that and it was the most cum I had ever shot in my life. It would have filled a coffee cup had I been inclined to dump my cum into a coffee cup. As it was, it showered my wife from her navel to her forehead and points in between and she laughed as she hopped up of the bed and said, “I am going to jump in the shower and since you said you can handle watching me get fucked, I want you to pick out an outfit for me to wear. It is up to you how slutty that outfit will be and I am going to behave in whatever manner the outfit suggests. What I mean by that is if it’s something conservative we will go to a bar and I’ll pick up a guy to bring home and fuck. But if the outfit is super slutty, then we will go to an adult theatre or bookstore or someplace where you can hold my legs open while everybody who wants to can pump my three holes full of cock and cum. It’s up to you.” Then she smiled at me and went into the bathroom. When I heard the shower turn on I got up and started searching for the sluttiest outfit I could find. She was thrilled when she came out of the shower and saw me with a pair of scissors cutting the crotch out of a pair of pink leggings. I told her that none of her clothes were nasty enough for what I was hoping to see. I spent the entire weekend watching her suck and fuck cock after cock. But that is a story all to itself and she told me that she wanted to write it herself. When she does, I’ll post it here.
I was laying in bed with my wife slowly finger fucking her bald twat as she answered questions I asked concerning her slutty past. Very early on in our relationship, she confessed to me that for a brief period when she was a teenager was a prostitute. She never sugar-coated it at all. She didn’t say she was a call girl or an escort or any other prostitute euphemism. She said that she was a nasty little hooker. At the time, I was taken aback, to say the least, but I came to terms with it and eventually got to the point where my curiosity won over and I would ask her questions about it. She told me that when she was growing up she actually fantasized about being a hooker and that’s what she wanted to be when she grew up. It only took a few months of doing it to change her mind about that dream and her days as a prostitute ended as quickly as they began.
What her confession actually did was reveal what a dirty slut she was. And for some reason, that really turned me on. I started asking her questions about things she had done and initially, she was kind of shy and embarrassed about it and she was a little reluctant to go into detail. It was when I pointed out how much worse can it be than being a hooker. I am not being judgemental, but it’s just a fact, admitting that you used to sell your pussy on the street is pretty extreme. I guess she saw the logic in that because from that point on she would answer my questions in graphic detail. When I asked her what was the nastiest thing she ever did she told me that she used to get gangbanged a lot so she pretty much did everything. After hearing that, my questions usually centered around her gangbang experiences. She said the first time was at a party and one of the guys said, “I bet you can’t suck all our dicks.” to which she replied, “I bet I can.” Then she dropped to a squat and opened her mouth for the first of about a dozen or so dicks that she sucked that night. After a couple of hours of sucking cock she offered her pussy to anybody that wanted to fuck it. Of course, they all wanted to fuck it and they all did, over and over again all night long and after that she was hooked.
Word spread quickly about the nasty little gangbang slut and the guys in her town took full advantage of her willingness to fuck anybody and everybody. She said to me, “It didn’t bother me that people called me a slut. That’s what I was and I loved fucking and sucking cock. I wanted cock all the time. It didn’t make sense to go out and find one guy who would fuck me for like fifteen minutes and then blow his load. I would rather be surrounded by a bunch of hard cocked horny guys that were trying to outdo each other by fucking me over and over. There were times that the group was too large or if they treated me too rough it would get overwhelming, but even then it was still good.”
Then I asked her a question that I had never asked her. I said, “When was it that you were able to control your cocklust?”
She looked at me as if she didn’t understand the question and said, “What do you mean by control it? It isn’t something that is controllable, it’s just an urge to fuck. I can resist the urge if I have to. If I don’t have to, then I don’t.”
She looked into my eyes and didn’t say anything. It seemed as if she was trying to read my mind. Her silence and deep stare were at the point of making me uncomfortable when she said, “There’s always a risk isn’t there? With this question and answer thing we do. I don’t think I have answered very many questions in which I didn’t think, “is this going to be the straw that broke the camel's back? I mean, is there a point where you would think I was too much of a whore to stay married to me? What would it take to make you leave me?”
I said, “I would never leave you, I love you. But I get what you are saying. Even when I ask you questions I am always trying to gauge your mood and not ask you anything that would piss you off or upset you. But you can rest assured that there isn’t anything you could tell me that I would consider too slutty. In fact, the dirtier the better. I think it’s hot that you were such a slut.”
She said, “That’s what I worry about, right there. I don’t know if it’s intentional or if you are even aware that you do it. But all your questions have to do with the past and you just said, “I think it’s hot that you were such a slut.” see even that is past tense. But guess what. I’m still a dirty little slut. Yep, if there is one thing that is irrefutable and 100% factual it’s that your wife loves cock.”
I didn’t know what to say and then she reached over and wrapped her hand around my hard dick and said, “This is proof that you like that I am a dirty little cockwhore so I am going to tell you everything about my nasty little hobby and hopefully you won’t divorce me. I think it’s time for me to be completely honest with you. That wet hole you have your fingers in right now isn’t yours exclusively. I let lots of guys play with it.” I continued to finger her hot little cunt and she spread her legs as wide as she could and started grinding and humping her bald oiled twat against my hand and breathing hard. She was really worked up and seemed to be continually on the verge of an orgasm.
She said, “I love getting fucked nasty. I always have and always will. I am a dirty little whore and I love being a dirty little whore.
You know that I have had affairs in the past and I promised you I would never do it again. Well, I have kept that promise. I don’t have any boyfriends that I fuck. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t fuck other guys. It’s just now I fuck random strangers. I’m sorry if that upsets you but I love cock. I love how I can feel them throb in my mouth and I love how my cunt can either stretch around the big ones or clamp around the smaller ones. And even if it was physically possible for you to fuck me twenty-four hours a day I would still fuck other guys because I love the nastiness of cheating. In fact, since I started fucking complete strangers it feels extra nasty. There is something so tantalizing about offering my cunt to people whose names I don’t even know. I love it and need it. The reason I am telling you all this is because I want you to see me get gang fucked. You seem to only ever ask me about gangbangs and I think it’s time you saw me with a hard cock in each of my holes as my hands stroke the ones that are waiting there turn to be inside me. So what do you think? Is that something that you think you could handle?”
I was speechless. On the one hand, she had just dropped a bomb on me and I was still processing the fact that my wife had just told me that she is a serial cheater. But on the other hand, her little revelation had turned me on to a degree that was entirely new to me. I really wanted to see her get fucked. And let’s be honest here, subconsciously I had always wanted that. Why else would I always ask her about her past in such a manner? I managed to say without stammering, “I could handle it, when do you want to do this?”
She said, “All the time, silly, I just told you that I am a dirty little slut.”
I said, “No, I meant…”
She said, “I know what you meant, I was just making a little joke. But seriously, if you like watching me fuck and suck strangers then in all likelihood I will be doing it all the time. Then again, if you don’t like it then that presents a problem because it isn’t something that I can stop doing. I am likely a real nymphomaniac and I get off on it. You wouldn’t believe how truly nasty I get on an almost daily basis. Today, for instance, I spent about four hours in a video booth either squatting down in front of a glory hole with my mouth full of cock or bent over with one leg stretching up the wall and my cunt pressed against that hole in the wall. Enjoying lots of anonymous cock.”
I shot my load when she said that and it was the most cum I had ever shot in my life. It would have filled a coffee cup had I been inclined to dump my cum into a coffee cup. As it was, it showered my wife from her navel to her forehead and points in between and she laughed as she hopped up of the bed and said, “I am going to jump in the shower and since you said you can handle watching me get fucked, I want you to pick out an outfit for me to wear. It is up to you how slutty that outfit will be and I am going to behave in whatever manner the outfit suggests. What I mean by that is if it’s something conservative we will go to a bar and I’ll pick up a guy to bring home and fuck. But if the outfit is super slutty, then we will go to an adult theatre or bookstore or someplace where you can hold my legs open while everybody who wants to can pump my three holes full of cock and cum. It’s up to you.” Then she smiled at me and went into the bathroom. When I heard the shower turn on I got up and started searching for the sluttiest outfit I could find. She was thrilled when she came out of the shower and saw me with a pair of scissors cutting the crotch out of a pair of pink leggings. I told her that none of her clothes were nasty enough for what I was hoping to see. I spent the entire weekend watching her suck and fuck cock after cock. But that is a story all to itself and she told me that she wanted to write it herself. When she does, I’ll post it here.
4 years ago