Ashleigh's Diary: Rise of the Slut

Dear diary,

I haven't written in since 4/1/24. This year started awfully. After all these years, Max dumped me. I was heartbroken, well, still kind of am. Somebody I saw a life with decided, one day, that his sexual appetite was swayed by some office whore. I am so angry, even writing this. I fought embarrassingly to keep him.

I've had enough. I'm a free woman. There aren't many people, if any, I can share this with. My friends are in relationships and don't understand. The ones that are single, casually hook up, although aren't mega slutty. On the exterior, I'm this goody-two-shoes who people assume would get embarrassed at the word 'anal'.

Well, that was the 'old' me. The 'NEW' me went out and had some serious fun last Saturday. I've spent months getting over Max and getting underneath the squat rack. My body has taken the shape I've always dreamed of, and I can't lie, the attention I receive is through the roof.

I've majorly branched outside of my comfort zone. Your girl now has a wide sex toy collection. I've been exploring things I didn't previously. More to come on that. I'll skip to the good part. When I went out, I hooked up and had sex. I ticked something off most girls' sexual bucket lists. Fuck, yeah. I didn't fuck one guy. I fucked two guys.

In a club, I wore an eloquent white dress. I purposely wore a black thong, so that you could see my underwear. I'm sick of turning to my vibrator first thing in the morning and last thing at night. I want more. I need more. I need the real thing and hopefully something big and meaty. This is where John came in, and then, where Eric said hello too.

You can spot military guys a mile off. I was approached by a handsome, athletic man called John. He's 5"10, well-spoken and polite. We got talking at the bar, in between enjoying myself on the dance floor. As I leaned across the bar to order a drink, I felt a sixth sense kick in, and knew my ass was being scoped.

John joined me, insisting on buying me this round. I hesitated for a second, then thanked him and agreed. I was blown away by his charm. I was giggling like a girl desperate to get back on the cock wagon and wondered about his intentions.

Then, it's like I hit the jackpot, as a second guy approached me. Two at once, you girl-stud, Ashleigh! He introduced himself as Eric. Equally charming and a blonde hunk, he insisted that the round after this was on him. The two joked and I sensed they knew each other, and then they confirmed they were actively in the military (hello, wet underwear).

As I sipped my drink, I froze. This was the first interaction I'd been in, in forever. I've been immersed in a long-term relationship, and I'd forgot how to talk to men. We sat down, with one of them either side of me. I felt safe, giddy, and I'll admit, aroused. Our small talk continued and they insisted on getting my number.

Put it this way, the brave girl in me didn't have her pussy waxed for nothing. She didn't put in endless hours in the gym. I figured, fuck it, why not shoot my shot. I messed it up a little, sharing, "I've just gotten out of a long-term relationship." I felt awkward. I didn't know what to do, as I didn't want them thinking I was hung up on my ex.

Eric reassured me and I went for it. I planted a huge kiss on him. I turned towards John, who laughed, asking where his kiss was. I locked lips with him, passionately kissing him, realising my ass cheeks were virtually lifted off of the seat as I angled left towards him in the seating booth.

I placed my hand around Eric's waist, turning to kiss him again. I caressed John's leg with my spare hand and took a huge risk in fondling up towards his crotch. Eric placed one hand around my boob, and I bit his lip passionately. I was extremely horny and gushing wet. This felt like a movie.

"Which one of you is taking me home?" I asked, looking at them either side of me, with my heart beating like crazy.

"We can't take people back to the military base. I'm so sorry." John said.

"A hotel?" Eric suggested.

"I'm bringing you back to my place. I have a roommate, who's working away. Who's coming with me?" I pitched.

We drank up, and I pretended not to notice a fist bump as I retrieved my jacket. My friends smiled at me in disbelief, with one of them taking a photo of me as I left the club with two clean-cut military men.

John insisted on paying for a taxi, as we hopped in, taking the short journey to my place. I opened the door, trying not to let anybody in my apartment block see that I was now bringing back two men. I was nervous, although living in the moment. I welcomed them in, giving them a drink and excused myself to the bathroom.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I took a huge gulp, freshening up my pussy and changing my underwear to a revealing blue g-string. I returned to the couch, sitting on John's lap, mounting him, pulling Eric closer towards me. My pussy was gushing wet and my dress was lifted by Eric, who said out loud, "those are best fucking cheeks I have seen!"

"I must say, you changed your panties?" John asked smiling.

"Huh?" I replied.

"We could see the black thong in the club." John giggled.

"My underwear got... Like, it was soaked." I responded.

I turned bright red. I had my clothes removed and I was sporting a black bra and a blue G-string. The pair joked that I wasn't matching, so an item had to come off. I slowly removed my bra, loving the attention from their eyes wide open. I exposed my perky D-cup boobs and played with my nipples, authentically moaning.

"She's a freak, dude. Ashleigh, my god." Eric shouted.

I mounted Eric, as he frantically removed his pants. I reached down, to grab what was an incredibly mouth-watering cock. I looked at him, then to John, who was now suddenly naked from the waist down too. I fondled their beautifully sculpted bodies, and with no questions asked, I sat on Eric's girthy 6" cock.

I let out a huge gasp, moaning like a first timer. I was in my fucking element and John was masturbating. As I rode Eric, I attempted to jerk John off, who insisted he wanted more action. I bounced my prime cheeks on Eric, moaning his name and giving him a face full of my breasts on my couch.

I was blushing red and climaxing -- sensory overload. I smiled at John, telling Eric to bend me over so that John can get some oral action. Now, as a girl who practised her blowjobs, I was in heaven. John's cock was incredibly long, around 7.5" and I was dying to ride it like a rollercoaster. Until then, my mouth sealed around it and got to work, glugging and slobbering.

"This chick knows how to fucking suck dick, dude." John gasped.

Eric was pounding my cheeks like there was no tomorrow. I perked up and embraced a line that I'll never forget, with him mumbling, "what a naughty slut!"

All I could think of to reply was, "if I was THAT much of a fucking slut, I'd let you BOTH cum inside of me." Where the FUCK did that come from, Ashleigh?! I laughed so hard writing that. Guilty. Max and I always used condoms, despite being on birth control, and now, no condoms in sight.

Eric seemed the happiest man in the world, gushing that he was an ass man, and I had a "perfect squat booty." John laughed, describing me as a PAWG (I had to Google this later on). Eric told me he was close to busting. I pleaded with him to cum deep inside of me. It didn't take much convincing, as Eric let loose and erupted into my soaking wet pussy.

I announced I was cumming John, meanwhile, was practically fucking my throat, and the ch0k1ng made me feel even sluttier. I felt a creampie drip out of me, something I'd only ever experienced one time, prior to being with Max, who was petrified of getting me pregnant.

John stepped up, with my face in the couch and 38" ass in the air. He slapped his mushroom head onto my ass, nearly entering my butthole. I guess he was testing the waters as I quickly moved my ass. He joked he wouldn't have such luck and glided into my pussy.

My pussy lips gripped his cock like their enjoyment depended on it. John gushed that he doesn't usually last long, which surprised me, but I'm not here to judge. I always view a guy cumming quickly as a huge compliment. John took his time fucking me, to which Eric enjoyed the view, seemingly getting semi-hard again.

I decided I wanted to extract John's cum, so I backed my ass up. I felt myself cream over his cock, with a fusion of Eric's creampie and my own cum. I was about to cum a second time. The guys joked that John was the winner as he made me cum quicker, although Eric says he warmed me up, so deserves to 'win'...

With my ass being the clear prize, and knowing these guys less than 2 hours, I backed it up like a girl who's been masturbating daily for 3 months. Well, okay, that was me. This is what I'd dreamt of, and then, I felt John's legs get weak. He attempted to pull out, only for me to back myself up and hold him in.

John came uncontrollably and I took a second creampie in the space of 15 minutes. As his cum dripped down my leg, I caught my breath. I ran to the bathroom and immediately grabbed tissues. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "you bad fucking bitch." I made a vow for this to not be a one off. I knew, from this very day, this was the rise of the slut.