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The Night I Became A Slut

( I walked into a bathroom at a college party a virgin, and walked out an hour later a slut who loves to fuck!)

The Night I Became A Slut BY Chelsea Paradise

I walked down the hall from the party and into the bathroom. I froze. My heart pounded in my chest as fear gripped me. I could not move. It was as though some invisible force had wrapped itself around me. I just stood there taking in the sight of my friend / room mate, Cindy’s brother, hunched over the bathroom counter with his jeans down around his ankles. He held open a magazine with one hand while his other hand was grasping what looked like a flesh colored dildo. I looked at him confused as to what I was seeing. He looked over at me and smiled. “Shut the door”, he said as he tossed the magazine onto the floor. My mind began to thaw as I realized what I thought was a dildo was not a dildo at all but a large, erect penis with balls. He motioned to me, “Chelsea, shut the door”, he said again as I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I did not know if I should scream, turn and run, or do as he said and shut the door. My mind said run, but for some reason, I just shut the door. I had never seen a real live erect penis before. Sure, I had seen them in magazines, but never up close and personal. Most of my friends including Cindy had already slept with guys, but I was what most would call a late bloomer. As a freshman in college I was still a virgin and was not really that into guys or dating. I was shy, and reserved by anyone’s standards. I mean, I had dated and let guys feel me up. I even let a couple of guys finger me, but I had never touched them. As I stood there and looked at Tom holding his stiff penis, something stirred in me, something rocked me to my core. An energy surged through me like a torrent and I immediately felt myself grow wet. So wet, so fast, it was as though I had peed my pants. Yes, I closed the door. and with no further thought, I locked it. I stood staring. “Come here”, Tom said as he moved his hand up and down his penis. “Come on, it’s ok”, he said has he motioned me over with his other hand. My heart felt as though it would explode as I stepped toward Tom. He turned toward me and removed his hand from his erection. I was enthralled as his penis stood up and pointed toward me. As big around as my wrist with a mushroom shaped head, it bobbed up and down as he stood there. “Have you ever seen a cock before?” Tom asked as he grabbed himself again while gently reaching out and stroking the side of my head pulling a bit of hair back from my face. “Sure, of course”, was all I could muster as my mouth was so dry I could barely speak. “Touch it, it’s ok”, Tom said as he continued to stroke my hair. Fear began to well up in my throat. I was terrified but at the same time curious as he reached behind my head and pulled me closer to him. I pulled away. “Come on Chelsea, it is ok, you know you want to touch me”. I moved closer. I could not resist. I couldn’t. I was under his spell. A magic spell that made me want to touch him. I had always had a secret crush on Tom, ever since I was in Junior high, but he was always Cindy’s older brother and not anything real or anything I would act on. He was just a fantasy not much different than a movie star like Brad Pitt was. Now here I was years later, home from college in Cindy’s bathroom with him. This was not a fantasy. This was real, and getting more real by the minute. Tom slid his hand down my hair as I starred at his flesh. I could feel his warm hand on my neck as it moved down my chest and rested on my right breast. Electricity coursed through me as I could feel my nipple harden to his touch. He began to move his hand across my breasts. Then before I knew it, his hand was beneath my t-shirt as I closed my eyes. I could not believe what was happening as my knees began to grow weak. The warmth of his hand feeling my naked breasts was almost more than I could bare. “Touch me Chelsea, I want you to touch me. I know you want to, so go ahead and touch me.” I felt Tom’s hand on mine and desire poured through me. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to feel his real live cock. But I could not bring myself to take hold of his flesh. I kept my eyes closed and tried as best as I could to resist, but felt my resolve weaken as he guided my hand away from my side. I gasped as he wrapped my hand around his cock. I could feel it throb. It was hot. It was smooth. It was hard, very hard. “Stroke me Chelsea.” I could barely hear his words as I began to move my hand up and down his cock. “That’s it Chelsea, that’s nice.” I moved my hand down and discovered his balls. I squeezed. “Wo, gentle now, not too hard.” I moved my hand back up his shaft. I could not believe what I was doing. It felt so wrong, so bad, but at the same time, it felt so right, so amazingly good. I felt so powerful, so alive, so turned on. More turned on than I had ever felt in my life. Like any normal girl, I had masturbated hundreds if not thousands of times. I can’t count the times I would lay in bed and spread my legs, sometimes on my back, sometimes on my knees as I sucked on my large silicone dildo while fingering myself. I even had a name for my dildo, Dillon. After taking Dillion as far into my throat as I could without gagging, I would pull him out and slide him deep into my wet virgin pussy and fuck myself silly until I came. Then, I’d once again slide him deep into my throat, lick him clean and put him safely away in my underwear drawer until the next time I needed a good fucking. After years of sucking and fucking Dillon, I was no stranger to what orgasmic pleasure was. Certainly, no stranger to deep throating a large hard cock. Even if it was just silicone. But Dillon was not Tom, and Dillon was nothing compared to what was happening to me. “Take off your shirt Chelsea.” Tom whispered. I was not going to argue. I was helpless to his demands. Before I knew it, I had pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. The warm flesh of Tom’s hand immediately found my firm flesh once again. Electricity surged though me as he felt me up and began to kiss me. His kiss was sweet and warm and wet as I opened my mouth to take in his tongue. I had never been kissed like this before. Such passion. Such desire. I began to suck his tongue as he pulled me to him. His hot warm erection pressed against my belly. I could feel him twitch as he continued to kiss me and feel me up. He kissed me gently down my neck until his mouth found my nipple. I grew weak as he kissed, licked and sucked on my swollen breasts while rubbing my wetness though the thick fabric of my jeans. I wondered if he could tell I was wet and swollen. Tom kissed his way back up to my mouth. Once again I sucked his tongue as deep into my mouth as I could. His hand moved down to mine and placed it once again on his cock pressing between us. I still had not opened my eyes as I could feel his hands reach around and grab my butt though my jeans, pulling me closer to him. Taking his mouth from mine, Tom whispered, “I want you to suck my cock Chelsea. Get down on your knees and take my cock in your mouth.” My heart skipped as I heard his words, but I did not want to resist. I wanted to surrender to him, to do whatever he demanded of me. Anything, and everything. I got down on my knees before him and grasped his hard warm flesh with both hands and began to lick him like an ice cream cone. Slowly I began to take him in my mouth. Unlike Dillon, his cock was warm, smooth and throbbing. It was as though his cock was a living beast, and I was giving life to it by sucking on it. The deeper I took it into my mouth the harder it got, the more it twitched. Tom’s hands pulled my head toward him as I took his cock all the way into my throat and cupped his balls. “Oh yeah, that’s it, yeah, ooooh, pheeww, I’m going to cum if you keep that up.” Tom moaned as I sucked harder. I put my hands on his ass. I pulled him to me as I got completely lost in the moment. I had never felt such passion. “Oh God, stop, stop, I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.” I pulled my mouth from Tom as his cock slid back out of my throat. I looked up at him. “Fuck, where did you learn how to do that?” Tom asked as he caught his breath looking down at me. “Dillon.” I said smiling. “Who the fuck is Dillon?” Tom asked as he pulled me up off my knees. “A friend.” I replied.

“Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to fuck you Chelsea? You do, don’t you. You want me to fuck you. Ok then, take off your jeans.” It was as though I had no mind of my own. I just wanted to please Tom, to pleasure him and take pleasure in his as well as my own pleasure. He kissed me deeply as I unbuttoned my jeans, stepped back from him and pulled them as well as my soaking wet panties off. I realized I was naked, completely naked. Tom looked me up and down and said. “Holy shit, you are so hot, I am so going to fuck you Chelsea, the way I have always wanted to fuck you.” I was naked and he wanted to fuck me, and now I wanted him to. It felt so good. So good to be so bad. All my years of denial falling away as he lifted me up and sat me on the counter top. He pulled my legs apart and stepped between my knees, his cock was pressing into my belly as he once again began to feel my breasts and kiss me. His fingers found their way down to my soaking wet pussy and began to work their magic on me by parting my swollen lips and gently fingering me as I once again stroked his hard penis. He grabbed my ass and slid me closer to the edge of the counter and before I knew it he was on his knees and he was licking, kissing and sucking my pussy. I had never felt anything so heavenly as his tongue toyed with my clit. I had to grab his head and pull him away as I nearly passed out from the intensity of his attention. Tom stood up as his rigid cock pointed directly at my center. He opened a small package with his teeth and pulled a condom from it. I had played with condoms many times with Dillon, so I knew what to do with it. “Put this on me.” Tom said as he handed it to me then slid his hand down to finger me some more. I tried putting it on but was having a hard time. He took it out of my hand and turned it over before handing it back to me. I kissed him as it slid easily down his shaft. He reached down and took hold of his cock. I looked down, eyes wide open as I watch him rub the tip of his cock up and down my juicy slit. I could barely breathe. “Do you want me to put it in you Chelsea? You do don’t you.” “Tell me how much you want me Chelsea. Tell me how much you want me inside you.” I looked up and he was looking me in the eye. “Talk to me Chelsea, tell me how much you want me to fuck you.” Before I knew it, I was speaking as I rubbed the tip of his cock against my slick clit. “I want you to fuck me.” Tom grabbed my legs behind my knees. “That’s not very convincing Chelsea. How bad do you want me to fuck you?” I placed the tip of his cock against my opening. “I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me.” I was dripping wet as the head of his cock pressed into me. I wanted his cock inside me like nothing I had ever wanted before. I wanted him to fuck me, to slide his cock deep into my body. I could feel his cock twitch as my opening. He began to slide inside me. “I want you to fuck me please. Please fuck me.” I whispered as he slid effortlessly deep into me. I gasped as he filled me. “Oh my god, oh god, yes, fuck me, fuck me.” I moaned as he began to move inside me. “Are you a slut Chelsea? Are you a slut who likes to fuck?” He asked as he began to move back and forth. I felt my juices drip down my ass as he continued to talk to me. “Well, are you? Are you a slut Chelsea. Tell me Chelsea. Tell me you’re a slut. Say, I’m a slut and I love to fuck.” I was on fire, never had I felt such pleasure, never had I ever felt so wanting. I could only repeat what he wanted. I felt like a slut. I was getting fucked like a slut and I loved it. His cock was so warm and hard as he drove deep into my body, his balls slapping against my ass. “I’m a slut and I love to fuck.” Tom was moving faster inside me and I was having a hard time breathing. “Say it again, louder Chelsea, say I’m a slut and I love to fuck. Say it!” For the first time in my life I realized I really was a slut and I really did love fucking. At that moment as Tom was fucking me, I wanted to be a slut, I wanted to be fucked. I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore. I wanted to go out on dates, to let my hair down, to be free of all my past inhibitions. I wanted to fuck. I would have fucked anyone, I was so on fire. If there had been a dozen guys in that bathroom I would have fucked and sucked every single one of them. “Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me harder. I’m a slut and I love to fuck. Fuck me like the slut that I am.” I was practically yelling as Tom continued to pleasure me. I don’t remember much after that as I came in a mind exploding climax while Tom threw his head back as though he was in agony. “Yes, oh fuck, fuck, oh God, wow, holy shit Chesea, you are amazing.” Tom held me tight against him as our breathing slowed. He moaned as he slid from inside me and held me to keep me from falling off the counter. I watched as he slid the cum filled condom off his cock and drop it in the toilet. “Wow, I had no idea you were so fucking beautiful. The last time I saw you, you had braces on and just graduated from high school. Maybe we could hook up again sometime.” Then he pulled up his jeans, leaned over and kissed me. “Thank you for being such a sweetie Chelsea.” He turned, unlocked the door and walked out. I slid off the counter, cleaned myself up, got dressed and walked out a few minutes later behind him. As I stepped into the hall to make my way back to my fellow college revelers, Cindy stopped me, placed her hand on my chest and smiled “So you’re a slut and love to fuck do you? Welcome to my world girlfriend!” Now, years later, I look back on that bathroom encounter with Tom with gratitude. He awakened the hidden slut that lay dormant inside me. Slut is not a bad word to me, but a word that describes a person who is sexually alive and open to experiencing juicy sexual pleasures with others. I believe our sexual proclivites are colored early on from some of our first sexual encounters. To this day, I love having sex on a bathroom counter while attending a party. It makes me wet just thinking about it. My husband gets turned on watching me have sex with others. It drives him wild with desire. When he was in college he and his friends would play strip poker and all fuck in front of each other, often times trading partners. Once a swinger, I guess always a swinger. So am I a slut? Yes. I love being a slut and I love to fuck. I make no apologies, It is a beautiful thing. And yes, Dillon is still with me and every so often I bring him out and let my husband and his buddies watch me fuck myself silly with him before letting them all fuck me. After all, I am a slut and I love to fuck.