I never planned to become the kind of woman who craves being called a slut out loud. It just happened one humid Friday night when the city felt too small for my skin. I stood in front of my mirror wearing nothing but a short black dress that barely covered the tops of my thighs, and I said it to myself: Tonight youre going to be a slut. The word tasted electric on my tongue, and my nipples tightened against the thin fabric.
I walked into the bar already wet. Every step made the hem of the dress brush higher, and I knew men were watching the sway of my ass. I ordered a drink, leaned against the counter with my legs slightly parted, and waited. When the tall stranger with the rough hands and quiet voice approached, I didnt play coy. I looked him straight in the eye and said, I want you to fuck me like Im nothing but a hole for your cock. His pupils blew wide. He paid for my drink and led me out without another word.
In the elevator up to his apartment my back was against the mirrored wall. His hand slid under my dress, found I wasnt wearing panties, and two thick fingers pushed straight inside me. I moaned loud enough for the security camera to catch it. Youre already dripping, he murmured. Such a filthy little slut. I came on his fingers before the doors opened.
The moment we were inside his place he spun me around and bent me over the arm of his couch. The dress was yanked up to my waist. He didnt bother undressing me fully; he just freed his cock and drove into me in one hard thrust. I cried out, half pain, half relief. He gripped my hips and pounded me like he hated me, each slap of his balls against my clit sending sparks up my spine. I heard myself babblingYes, use me, fuck your slut harderand the more I said it the wetter I got. My juices ran down my thighs and soaked the couch cushion.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and shoved my knees to my chest. The new angle let him grind against that spot that made my vision blur. I clawed at his shoulders and begged him to call me names. Dirty whore, he growled. Cock-hungry cumdump. Every insult made my cunt clench tighter around him. When he spat on my clit and rubbed it with his thumb I came so hard my legs shook and I squirted around his cock, soaking his shirt.
He didnt let me rest. He dragged me to the bedroom, pushed me onto all fours on the mattress, and took me from behind again. This time he reached around to pinch my nipples hard enough to hurt. I pushed back against him, greedy for every inch. Look at you, he said, voice low and filthy. Ass up, cunt stretched, begging like a bitch in heat. I came again, face buried in the sheets, moaning like an animal.
Later he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me onto his lap, facing him. I rode him slowly at first, savoring the way his cock dragged against my swollen walls. Then he grabbed my hair and made me bounce faster. My tits spilled out of the dress; he sucked one nipple into his mouth and bit down. I felt owned.
Used. Perfect. When he told me to say what I was, I looked him in the eye and whispered, Im your slut. Im your dirty, dripping, desperate slut. He groaned and filled me with thick pulses of cum, so much that it leaked out around his cock and down my thighs while I kept rocking on him.
We didnt stop there. He fucked my mouth next, holding my head and using my throat until tears ran down my face and spit coated my chin. I swallowed every drop he gave me and licked him clean afterward, thanking him between licks. Then he bent me over the dresser and took my ass with slow, deliberate strokes while I fingered my clit and came again, sobbing his name.
By the time the sun rose I was sore, marked with fingerprints and bite marks, and still leaking his cum from both holes. I stood in his bathroom, dress wrinkled and hair wild, and smiled at my reflection. The woman staring back looked exactly like what she was: satisfied, shameless, and already wondering who she would let use her next.
I walked home in the morning light with his dried seed on my thighs and a secret, swollen ache between my legs. Every step reminded me I had finally stopped pretending. I was a slut. And I had never felt more like myself.
