Stories From a Slut Pt. 02

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This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons or events is entirely coincidental. Don’t expect much realism here, folks. Commentary is appreciated as always!

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Hello again! Kate here. I thought I’d come back and share another story. I should probably mention, these won’t necessarily be told in chronological order; I’m just writing what’s on my mind to share when I sit down. However, it just so happens this was a couple weeks after the last story I shared.

It was Sunday morning. Martin had had to go out of town for a couple days for work, and I’d once again spent the night alone. The evening before, Victoria had briefly introduced me to a booty call she’d invited over before the two of them had headed off to her room. We hadn’t exchanged much more than names and hellos, but he was gorgeous, and listening to the two of them going at it had gotten me more than a little worked up.

I found the house quiet as I emerged into the living room; the kids evidently weren’t up yet. Putting off the call of caffeine for a moment, I headed for the sliding door that led out onto our little balcony. It’s not much—there’s just barely space for a couple of chairs and someone standing—but I love having it. It overlooks a little park space behind our building, just grass and a couple of footpaths, with the next street providing further distance from our opposing neighbors. Not exactly a pristine view, but it’s open enough to feel like fresh air.

Stepping out gave me that feeling—just what I wanted. The day was warming up beautifully, but there was enough of a breeze playing over my bare skin to make my nipples stand out. Breathing in deep, I stretched up tall, arms overhead, slowly shaking off the dust of sleep.

The pleasant fullness of my asshole reminded me of the butt plug I’d been wearing since yesterday. It was my favorite one, the steel kind with the round jeweled base, this one a shimmery light blue. Playfully, I clenched my anal muscles, pulling it in deep and squeezing the smooth bulb. A shiver ran through me, making my nipples stiffen up further and my lips curl in a smile. Widening my stance, I leaned forward, bracing myself on the balcony railing, and twerked, feeling the weight of the metal shift inside me in time with the jiggling and clapping of my cheeks.

“Fuck yeah,” I sighed. “Yeah, I fucking love shaking my thick, juicy ass.” If you’ve never tried talking dirty about your own body, just for yourself, I highly recommend it. It’s a great way to feel confident in your skin. When I first started doing it, it always felt weird and embarrassing, but I swear, the more you do it, the more natural it gets, and the more you start to really believe what you’re saying. These days, it’s one of my favorite things, and I give it major credit for helping me get over my body image issues.

I was already pretty worked up, and this little warmup had my pussy positively sopping, sorely in need of some attention. Straightening up, I turned to the chairs we have for when we feel like relaxing out here. On one, left out from some previous use, was another of my toys, a purple bullet vibe that packed a surprising punch. I ignored the bottle of water-based lube next to it—wet as I was, I knew I wouldn’t need any help.

Clicking the button, I brought the toy between my legs and started in on some open-air morning masturbation. I remained standing, looking out over the currently deserted park as I teased the end of the vibe against my clit. The little bit of extra effort to keep myself upright made the lovely shivers and shakes the toy sent running through me feel even more delicious. With my free hand, I squeezed and massaged my butt, giving it a few playful slaps that sent ripples through the soft flesh. “That feels so fucking good,” I said to myself, the thrill of talking about the sensations making them more intense.

I quickly moved on from gently brushing the vibe against my clit to pressing it more firmly. While not the most powerful toy I had, it was more than enough to make my legs shake. Closing my eyes, I moaned with abandon, not thinking at all about who might hear. “Fuck…I’m such a fucking sexy slut,” I sighed, cheering myself on. “I fucking love playing with my pussy…it’s so wet… hungry…”

My first clue that I wasn’t alone was the sound of someone clearing their throat behind me.

I wasn’t in any mood to stop, but I did bite my tongue. Turning my head to look, I found myself face-to-face with Victoria’s guest, Trevor. He was standing behind me in the living room, as naked as I was, wearing a look that said he hadn’t been expecting to walk in on this, but wasn’t unhappy he had.

Victoria had mentioned a few things about him to me when she’d announced he was coming over, a few minutes before he’d shown up. She’d met him on Tinder, as was the case with more and more of her hookups since she’d turned eighteen. He had a few years on her at twenty-two, a senior at Portland State. I’d only gotten a brief look ataşehir escort bayan at him the night before, enough to see he was Black, tall-ish, athletic but not huge, and as handsome as Victoria knew she rated, with a chiseled jaw. Now that I saw him without clothes, I could tell I’d been right about his athleticism—you could’ve grated cheese on his abs. I was also flattered to note he was quite hard, which might’ve just been morning wood, but I had a feeling had more than a little to do with me.

“Oh, hey,” I offered with a smile, my voice a little breathless from my simmering pleasure. “Morning.”

He blinked, still wearing that slightly stunned smile. “Uh…morning,” he replied. “Am I interrupting?”

I shook my head. “Not at all. Don’t mind me.” On an impulse, I gave my ass another soft smack, knowing he’d get a show out of the result.

He was silent for a moment, seemingly just letting it sink in that this was happening. “Alright,” he finally said, that smile becoming a little surer. Rather than move on with whatever he’d planned on doing, though, he remained where he was. “I hope you don’t mind…y’know, me being naked,” he said, gesturing at his state. “Figured it wouldn’t be a problem.” Considering both Victoria and I had been naked when he’d arrived last night, it was a sound assumption.

“No, of course not,” I reassured him. “No guest here has to wear anything they don’t want to.”

He chuckled. “Right. Thanks.” Again, he remained where he was. I saw his gaze wandering down my body. “You, uh…do this a lot?”

It was my turn to chuckle at that. “What, masturbate on my balcony?”

He seemed to turn that over for a moment. “Sure, let’s go with that.”

“Pretty often,” I answered with a grin. “I like the fresh air.”

He nodded. “I can imagine.”

There was another silence; this one stretched a little. I was the one to break it this time. “Was there something you were looking for?”

“Nah, not really,” Trevor replied. “I mean, I was gonna get a glass of water, but no hurry.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Of course.” There was no doubt in my mind at this point: he was watching me, and didn’t want to stop. Well, why should he? “You wanna come join me out here?”

Trevor’s smile broadened. “I’d love to.” Without waiting for any further invitation, he strode out onto the balcony. I felt his erection come within an inch of brushing against my hip as he slid into the nearer chair, settling in facing me. Pausing to glance at the balconies of the units next to ours, and seeing them empty, he took his dick in hand and began to stroke, steady and unhurried, while unashamedly taking in the view I offered.

With the situation well established, I relaxed a little, resuming my moaning. For the moment, though, I refrained from any more dirty talk. “Have fun last night?” I asked instead, the words a little strained between my sounds of pleasure.

Trevor blinked again at that, though his hand didn’t falter on his cock. “Uh…yeah. Yeah, V’s great.” He was silent for another moment, still seeming a little unsure how to handle this. “You, uh…you two seem close.”

My next gasp came out as an affirmative. “Definitely. We…ah…we pretty much share everything…”

Looking back, I suspect he read more into that comment than I intended. At the time, though, I didn’t think much of the smirk he gave. “Well, if she looks like you at your age, she’ll be a lucky woman.”

I’m not ashamed to say that made me laugh. “You’re sweet.”

I wasn’t making much effort to put on a show for Trevor, but even so, having him as an audience was adding to my excitement, and by that point, I knew it wouldn’t be much longer for me. Seeing no reason to hold off, I went all-in, pressing the vibrator hard against my clit while the hand playing with my ass went around front to join it, two fingers plunging into my dripping pussy to massage my g-spot. “Hnn, yeah,” I groaned as I jilled myself hard. “Yeah, I’m gonna cum…oh fuck, I’m gonna make my pussy cum…”

Trevor didn’t seem at all embarrassed about watching, or jerking off while he did it, but he held his tongue, probably not wanting to distract me. He sped up his stroking as I felt a familiar pressure in my core. “Oh, I’m gonna squirt,” I moaned, willing it to happen. “Gonna fucking gush all over my legs…”

That was all it took to make it so. Pulling my fingers out of my pussy, I held the vibe on my clit and let the wonderful contractions pour my cum all over the balcony at my feet, leaving my thighs a sticky mess. My legs shook and wobbled under me, but I made myself stay upright, the tension amplifying my climax. It was a powerful orgasm, more than I’d expected, and I moaned out loud as it went on, the moment seeming to stretch while wave after wave rolled through me, each one bringing another gush of wetness. I felt my ass clenching around my plug in time with my pussy, each time launching the accompanying swell higher.

My pulse was pounding as escort kadıköy I came down, breath coming short. Trembling aftershocks almost sent me to my knees, and I let myself lean against the railing for a moment to wait it out. High on the afterglow, I brought my hand back to my pussy and dipped my fingers inside, collecting a measure of gooey wetness that pulled trailing strings behind it as I withdrew. I licked my hand clean, the taste familiar, sweet and a little acidic.

“Wow.” Trevor’s voice next to me brought me back to reality. “I see where V gets it from.”

I looked over for the first time in a minute while I caught the last of my breath. He was still sitting where I’d left him, holding his erection but no longer stroking; I saw no evidence of a climax on his part. “You think so?” I said, laughing harder than I might’ve without the endorphins. “Sometimes I think I’ve got nothing on her.”

I got a grin for that. “Haven’t you ever gotten caught doing this?”

“A few times,” I admitted. “Been lucky, though, none of the neighbors mind too much.” Although I was coming down, my climax had left my body awake and buzzing with new energy. Once more, I followed the impulse to twerk, bouncing my hips while I leaned against the railing. As I did, I glanced down at Trevor’s dick, curious. “Not done yet, huh?”

Trevor took a moment to respond—he appeared transfixed by my ass. He shook himself, but didn’t look away. “Oh, uh…nah, not yet. Usually takes me a while, and…well, I kinda worked off a lot last night. I promise, it’s not you.”

“Mhm.” I didn’t have many doubts about that. I found myself looking at him with fresh eyes, and liking what I saw more and more. Sure, he was on the young side, but undoubtably a man. Besides which, he was gorgeous, charming, and clearly into me like crazy.

There was one thing that held me back, a little. Victoria and I had never had sex with the same man before. Not that the opportunity had existed until fairly recently, but since she’d entered adulthood, we hadn’t really talked about the possibility. I knew what she’d say, of course—that she had no claim on Trevor, that he was just a booty call for her anyway, and that he and I were free to make our own choices. But would she really mean it? Or would it just be a sense of obligation talking?

It didn’t take me long to realize the answer. There was no one I trusted to understand more than my daughter.

I stopped my hips. “Want some help?”

Trevor’s eyebrows rose. “Uh…well…” He seemed to have gotten pretty comfortable with everything so far, but this was clearly another step for him. “I mean, I’d love that,” he eventually replied, carefully. “But, y’know, Victoria…”

“I promise, Victoria won’t mind.” I did my best to sound certain.

His eyes darted toward the open door back inside, as if looking for her. “Okay. And what about, uh…well, are you married?”

I nodded. “I am, but my husband and I have an open marriage. It won’t be any problem for him, either.”

I could see him turning it over for another moment, but then he gave a nod, seemingly reassured. “Alright. Then yeah, why not?”

I flashed him a smile with a bit of teasing in it, staying right where I was. “Well, why don’t you come do what you’ve been thinking about?”

I looked out over the park again as Trevor got up and moved behind me, content to let him enjoy himself how he wanted to for the moment. The first thing I felt was his hands on my ass, fingers sinking into my cheeks, squeezing and kneading. He jiggled them, spread them apart, slapped one experimentally; I let out a gasp of pleasure at that, to let him know it was appreciated. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Your ass is incredible.”

“Glad you agree,” I replied with a chuckle, fading into a sigh as I felt the warmth and weight of his hard cock being slapped against my cheek. “That feels amazing…”

“Mhm.” He gave it a few more; I felt his cock bounce off my ass, leaving ripples in its wake. I thought for sure he was about to slide right into my pussy, which was certainly wet enough to make it easy. Instead, I was pleasantly surprised to feel him drop to his knees, hands moving down to part my thighs, and dive in with his mouth.

The sudden pressure of his tongue on my lips and clit made me yelp, knees nearly giving out. “C-careful!” I gasped, laughing. “I’m still sensitive…”

He withdrew for a moment. “Sorry! Should I stop?”

“No, no, it’s okay,” I hastened to reassure him. “Just be gentle.”

I felt like I could sense him grinning. “Gotcha.” Immediately, his tongue went to work again, this time just brushing my folds. He licked slowly, starting at my clit, moving up each time to my labia, dragging the whole flat of his tongue over my skin. Now that he was taking it easier, it felt incredible, and I found myself moaning with abandon immediately.

His fingers dug into my thighs. “God,” he groaned, muffled by my pussy. “You’re so fucking wet, I love it…”

A familiar voice bostancı escort from the living room interrupted whatever I was planning on saying. “Having fun?”

Poor Trevor must’ve jumped three feet in the air. By the time I turned to look, he’d already whirled around to find Victoria leaning against the doorway. Except for a smirk, she was as naked as we were.

In spite of my earlier resolution, my laughter came out sounding a little nervous. “Hi, honey. Yeah, we were just, uh…getting a little more properly introduced.”

V’s smirk widened. “Is that what they’re calling it now?” Her eyes went to Trevor’s; he seemed pinned in place, waiting for her to give some clearer signal. She only kept him in suspense for a moment before nodding back toward me. “Well, don’t mind me.”

Trevor didn’t relax instantly, catching my eye again without moving. I offered him a shrug. That seemed to do it; as if once again deciding to just say “fuck it” and roll with things, he grinned and placed his hands on my hips, lining up the tip of his cock with my sopping entrance. Reassured that my instincts about V had been right, I settled in against the railing once more to enjoy what was coming.

He slid in slow, which suited me just fine. It gave me a chance to fully appreciate the shape of him—not especially long, but deliciously thick, and seemingly even more so thanks to the slight curve I only now noticed. “Mmm…”

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped as he bottomed out, hips pressing against my ass. “Oh, you feel incredible…” Pulling back just a little, he gave a short, firm stroke, more like grinding than thrusting. Something about the motion hit a spot inside me that curled my toes; I let out a wordless moan to signal I wanted more. He was quick to oblige, following that first stroke with another, and another, hitting that spot again and again.

We settled into a rhythm, Trevor gradually lengthening his thrusts as minutes went by. Neither of us said anything. Trevor wasn’t exactly loud, but his low groans and sighs told me plenty about how much he was enjoying it. He seemed comfortable setting the pace, and I was happy to let him, relaxing against the railing to enjoy being fucked. His hands wandered from my hips to squeeze and grope my ass, laying a slap on it every so often that added a delicious sting to the heat in my core. I felt his cock rub against my butt plug through my inner walls, yet another sensation adding its music to our wonderful little harmony.

Fantastic as it felt, I doubted I’d be able to cum again just from being fucked like this. I could’ve done it easily if I’d played with my clit, but I didn’t really feel like it; more than another orgasm of my own, I wanted to enjoy Trevor’s, to feel his hot cum pouring deep inside me. Just as I was thinking about checking in, he answered my question. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum…where, what should I…?”

“Inside me,” I moaned. “Fill me up, I want it…”

That seemed to be all it took. Fingers digging into my waist hard, Trevor let out a moan louder than anything I’d heard from him yet, thrusting deep inside me hard enough to clap against my ass. I felt it immediately, that liquid heat gushing into my innermost depths—a lot of it. His first spurt was enough to overflow and spill out around him, and it was just the beginning. “Oh shiiiiiit,” I heard myself moaning as he kept on cumming, pumping what felt like a bucketload inside me while I did my damnedest to squeeze around him and draw out as much as I could get.

It felt like ages before the flow tapered off, Trevor falling still. I heard him panting for breath, and felt the trembling in his limbs. From where our bodies were still joined, a sticky mess of mixed cum and pussy juice dripped down my thighs in rivulets. “Damn,” I marveled. “You always cum that much?”

Trevor’s chuckle was shaky, but obviously proud. “I’m not sure. Tends to be a lot, though, I think.”

“He’s not kidding,” I heard Victoria agree—I’d almost forgotten she was there. Her voice had a breathy note to it. Craning my neck to look, I saw her still leaning against the doorway, one hand between her legs, fingertips circling on her clit. Her gaze was fixed on Trevor, but as I turned, she caught my eye and grinned.

Taking a deep breath, Trevor eased his hips back slowly. As he slid free of my pussy, already softening, a wave of cum spilled forth, following my earlier squirt to splash on the deck. While I stayed where I was for a moment to let the flow subside a little, he turned to Victoria. “Morning,” was all he said. He didn’t sound embarrassed anymore.

I heard V laughing. “Morning.” As I turned around, she stepped forward to plant a kiss on Trevor’s cheek, not stopping her masturbation.

There was a bit of an awkward pause between them. Trevor broke it. “So, uh…should I get going?”

“If you want,” Victoria said. “But you’re welcome to stay for breakfast…uh, if that’s okay, ma,” she added, turning to me.

I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Fine by me.”

We all filed inside and headed for the kitchen. V was still rubbing her clit. Trevor’s cock, hanging soft and heavy, was slick with the remnants of our fuck. Though it had slowed from a flood to a trickle, my pussy was still dripping with his cum.

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