Few women want the reputation of being a slut, but many secretly long to experience the promiscuity of one, if only once.
To know the boundless liberation of conceding to any and all sexual needs, desires and curiosities without recrimination or guilt.
When Julie graduated and began working for Caster and Cray she was surprised by the attention she received from some of her male co-workers.
She wasn't popular in college because was introverted and seemed to prefer her own company.
Her behavior was primarily due to low self esteem but that didn't translate well to people who didn't take the time to get to know her.
She had never considered herself sexy or overly attractive and wasn't bothered too much by her lack of dating or friends.
She took care of her own sexual needs through masturbation, reasoning that an orgasm by her own hand brought her the same pleasure and relief as by somebody else's.
Her emotional needs languished though and now as an adult, and being openly perused by men, she had a lot to learn.
She liked to get outside during the summer to feel the warmth of the sun.
There was a small park a couple of blocks from the office where she'd go on her lunch hour.
That's where she got to know Warren and Brad who also worked at her office.
Right off she was attracted to Warren who had a certain j'ne sais qoui that sent thrills directly to her clit.
They became something of the three musketeers, doing lunch and sometimes going out night clubbing after work.
The ironic thing about it was for a girl with such a libido the only sex she was getting was in her fantasies.
This changed when Warren was on vacation and Brad got her in bed.
After that Warren seemed to concede that she and Brad were a couple and they seemed to accept it as a fact as well.
Despite the situation with her and Brad she never gave up her fantasies and she masturbated often while imagining having sex with Warren.
But while Warren got her wet, she felt that her heart belonged to Brad.
She had an overactive sex drive but she more or less had kept it within the confines of her imagination.
She often wondered if there was something morally wrong with her because from the age of nine or ten she masturbated daily.
Most of the time having multiple orgasms while fantasizing about men in her life to whom she had no emotional attachment.
The only requisite needed to set her off was that she felt a sexual attraction to them.
Even after falling in love she still maintained her secret life of fantasy and masturbation
Her self indulgence in the pleasures of her body came with a price though.
When she was thirteen, going on fourteen, she was watching TV in the basement with her older brother Daniel who was seventeen.
They got into a quarrel over the remote control and ended up wrestling over it.
At one point he was on back of her, when he wrapped his arms around her reaching for the remote he inadvertently touched one of her budding breasts.
She giggled and held the remote he was reaching for between them.
He kept brushing them with his hands but seemed hesitant to touch them deliberately.
She took his hands and held them against her breasts.
He cupped them in his hands and began to squeeze them as the remote fell unto the sofa.
He pressed his body tight to hers and she felt his excited dick pressing against her ass.
She felt the same ticklish sensation between her thighs that usually preceded masturbation when she was alone.
It was the first sexual awakening within her body caused by the touch of another person.
He crushed his stiffened cock against her and as he became more excited his breathing become heavier and faster.
Needing no encouragement from her anymore he moved his hand down over her belly towards for her pussy.
Without allowing herself time to ponder her own actions she reached behind.
Her trembling, virgin hand timidly made contact with the bulge in his jeans.
Everything was happening too fast and it all seemed surreal.
She was acting on impulse and in spite of knowing it wasn't appropriate she felt powerless to resist.
Paradoxically, being aware that it was improper seemed to stimulate her to want to do it even more.
He pushed his hips forward pressing his denim covered dick into her hand.
She closed her hand over it and squeezed.
With her heart pounding wildly she instinctively tilted her head back towards him with the expectation of being kissed.
She didn't know how far they would have gone if they hadn't heard their mother's footsteps coming down the stairs.
The guilt she felt because of it was not only for allowing it to happen, but because she liked it and wanted it to happen again.
Shortly after their near incestuous liaison Daniel began dating Nicole.
Even though she knew it wasn't right, she felt jealous of Nicole from the beginning.
She used to spy on them when they were necking and petting in the basement.
One time she saw Nicole with Daniel's swollen dick in her hand.
She watched in amazement as Nicole's clenched hand move swiftly up and down the shaft until cream began shooting from the tip and Daniel tried smothering his obvious sounds of pleasure in a pillow.
It was the first time she had seen the real thing, his dick was so big and chunky and she was fascinated by it.
It got her so aroused that for weeks after she masturbated, almost nightly, while pretending it was she who was handling his excited meat.
She had no experience with oral sex but she would suck on her fingers and fantasize about having it in her mouth, wondering how it would taste or how it would feel filling up her mouth.
Another time when their parents were on vacation he and Nicole used his bedroom like it was a motel room.
One evening she hid in the closet of his bedroom to secretly watch them make out.
When they came home they thought they were alone in the house they started before they even got to his bedroom.
By the time they did they were both naked.
They were standing only six or seven feet from where she was hiding when Nicole dropped in front of him and started sucking his cock.
Again she experienced the narcotic blend of jealousy and arousal.
She let her hand wander between her thighs.
She had prepared for this moment, wearing a short skirt and no panties.
Her fingers caressed her primed, overexcited clit.
She felt the juices flow from her and quickly coat her hand.
She wanted to get her self off so bad but her fear of being discovered left her unable to fulfill her strongest desire while watching her brother having his cock sucked.
When he withdrew his throbbing stiff cock from Nicole's mouth Julie's envious eyes were glued to it as it glistened with Nicole's saliva.
He got Nicole to kneel on the bed and slid his big dick into her from behind.
Again she felt cheated; it should be her who he was fucking, her who should be receiving the exquisite pleasure that showed on Nicole's face.
When she was alone she emerged from her hiding place
She knelt on the edge of the bed just as Nicole had done and allowed her imagination to take control.
After relieving her irrepressible deviant craving she collapsed on his bed.
With her face buried in his sheets and her breath coming in gasps the guilt demons came rushing back.
By now she was quite adept at pushing them from her conscious mind and keeping them suppressed.
When that summer gave way to fall Daniel went away to collage.
She did her best to purge her mind of thoughts about illicit sex with him, but every now and then, especially while she slept, they would creep back into her unconscious mind.
Even though she was determined not to act on them, sometimes she did surrender to temptation.
Now that she was older, by all outward appearance she was a normal, well adjusted woman living by the morality instilled in her by a middle class, Christian upbringing.
Though she tried to live that kind of life, she knew she had to keep the secrets that lurked just below the surface of her conscious mind confined.
She usually reasoned away the contradiction by likening it to a person born bisexual or gay, it's not a choice.
Brad had an over active libido as well and, unlike her, was very open about exercising it.
He loved to dream up different scenarios for sex and try to get her involved in them.
Brad often questioned her about whether she had sex with Warren and seemed obsessed with the fact that he'd like them to try a threesome with him.
She didn't acquiesce; although after masturbating many, many times while fantasizing about it she was warming up to the idea.
She told herself that she really wanted to do it for him, but if the truth be known she really, really wanted to do it for her as well.
Her biggest concern was what he would think of her when it was over.
Her second biggest concern was her body, which she thought wasn't particularly sexy because of the extra ten or fifteen pounds she carried.
Even though Brad and Warren were initially attracted to her because of her plump, voluptuous look she wasn't always happy with that look.
The first time Brad got her to slow strip for him he couldn't believe what a turn on it was.
He became adamant about wanting her to do it again for him and Warren.
Although she resisted she really wanted to do it, and after seeing how Brad reacted she felt she was quite good at it.
Brad finally got her to agree for them to meet with Warren for drinks and if nothing happened then that would be the end of it.
Now she found herself in a hotel room with two men, all three of them more than a little high.
She reached for her glass and gulped the wine from it.
She knew what the men were expecting and she needed to bolster her courage.
She hoped it would be sufficient to give her enough nerve to get up from her chair.
When she got to her feet the men fell silent causing her heart to race.
She quickly reached for her glass and held it out to Warren for a refill.
"Nervous?" he asked.
"A little" she lied.
"Would it help if we took our clothes off first?"
She took a sip from her glass and thought about it.
"Yes, I think it would" she confided.
The men quickly undressed and stood before her naked, their cocks in different states of arousal.
Seeing them naked had a strange effect on her, a combination of excitement and disbelief.
