He followed Chloe down the street. Her breasts bobbed up and down and anyone could see her panties.
He had caught her that morning on her knees in her apartment after he had flown home early and now he was giving her what she wanted.
He hadn't called her to tell her he was returning early from Frankfurt, thinking that he would surprise her, which is exactly what he did.
Before he even opened up the door to her apartment, he could hear the two of them. They were laughing and joking, flirting and kissing. He heard her say, "I probably wouldn't say this if I wasn't still drunk, but I'm still feeling a little slutty."
When he responded, she said, "Can you just pull out your prick and make me suck you off?"
To make sure she wasn't joking, he waited. But then he heard a belt unbuckling, a zipper coming down and then a sucking sound. When he silently pushed open the door a few inches, he could see his girlfriend's head vigorously bobbing up and down on the guy's erect cock.
His stomach dropped, but it was so exhilarating that he just watched. Her knees were spread on the hardwood floor and the guy was trying to thrust his cock into her little mouth until she gagged. There was saliva dripping down her lips and cheeks onto the floor.
She was wearing white panties that had been pulled up her ass and a bra, with her breasts pulled out of the top of them for the guy to play with.
He closed the door silently just before he was about to come. He moaned and told her to swallow it.
Jonathan waited outside on the stairwell above her apartment. A few minutes later the guy opened the door and left.
Jonathan gave a knock on the door. He heard her footsteps approaching.
"Did you forget something?" she said as she opened the door. Her face dropped when she saw Jonathan.
"Honey, I thought you weren't coming back until Monday."
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
She knew that he knew and dropped to her knees trying to apologize. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her hair back. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and kissed her vigorously. He could still taste the cum.
"So this is how you are," he said.
"Jonathan. I'm sorry. I didn't know how to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"That..that I just love to please men. If they look at me, if I feel their eyes on me, I feel out of control. I want their hands on me and their tongues in me instantly and I want to suck their cocks and get on my hands on knees for them."
"Where did you find that guy?"
"On the street. He was looking at me while I was waiting to cross the street. I'm sorry. I'm a slut and I'd let almost any guy have me."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He just wondered how long this had been going on without him knowing. He didn't say anything for a few minutes while he thought.
Then he said, "If you want to be a slut, then you'll be a slut."
"What do you mean?"
"Take your clothes off. I'm going to dress you up and take you out."
She started to question him, then he turned back around and said, "Now. Take off your clothes."
While she was undressing, he rummaged through her closet looking for what he wanted her in. He found some black pants that were thin and fit tight. Then he found a light pink G-string that was no more than string. He added a sheer black T-shirt that could be seen through and some black high heels.
"Put these on. And make sure I can see your panties above your pants and your nipples through your shirt."
She did what he said, enjoying his new lust for treating her this way. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a little slut. Anyone walking behind her could she her tight ass and her exposed panties. Anyone passing her could see her plump breasts poking through her shirt.
"Let's go for a walk."
She followed him down to the city streets.
"Walk in front of me. Whenever you hear me call your name, don't turn around. It means that whoever is looking at you wants you and you need to do anything they want to please them. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said. "And if you want to treat me like a slut all the time, that's fine."
She continued down the street and he followed her. It was obvious to anyone that she looked almost naked, that she was trying to get attention and make men think she was a slut. Every man was looking at her.
She walked into a department store and strolled through the men's department. An older man who looked like he worked on Wall St. looked at her.
"Chloe."
She almost turned around, but remembered and turned instead to look at the other man. She stared at him provocatively and he looked back, eyeing her body. He was almost old enough to be her father but was still attractive.
"Are you looking for a suit?"
"Do you work here?" the man responded.
"No, but maybe I could help you pick it out." The man looked at her exposed breasts. "I don't mean to be so forward, but why don't you take that to the dressing room and I'll help you."
He smiled. "Sounds fine with me young lady."
They went back to dressing room and closed the door. She reached forward and grabbed his cock through his pants.
"Can I be honest with you?" she asked. He nodded. "I can't help doing whatever men want me to do."
He smiled and thought for a second. "Well then. Take your shirt off and lay back."
Then he said, "I'm going to titty-fuck you like I did to girls when I was your age."
She pulled off her shirt and her tits bounced down. She laid back at an angle while he pulled out his cock. She could hear Jonathan in the next dressing room.
The man took off his pants and stood over her. He let some saliva drop down onto her breasts. Then he dropped some onto her face and into her mouth. He dripped more onto her breasts and she rubbed it around and squeezed them together.
"Fuck them however you want. I want to be your slut."
He grabbed her by her hair and slid his large, hard cock between her tits. He did it slowly, then more forcefully, pushing his long prick into her mouth. She tried to suck it in. She squeezed her tits tighter together.
Then he grabbed her by the back of the head and stuffed his prick in her mouth. She gagged and tried to pull away.
"Open."
She opened her mouth again and again he stuck his huge cock down her throat. She started to pull away.
"Open." He repeated again. "Open."
She gagged again. "Open. Open."
He kept her mouth open and tried to control her gagging while he fucked her face in and out. The gagging was making her salivate and it was dripping off her face onto her breasts. She fell down to her knees and sucked him harder to try and please him.
"Let's see how dirty you are."
He turned around and stuck his ass in her face.
"Lick it."
She spread his ass cheeks apart and flicked her tongue back and forth on his asshole.
Jonathan had been listening to everything and was hard as wood.
She made her tongue pointed and slipped it into his ass. He reached around and grabbed her by the head and made her do it again and again. He was making her fuck his ass with her tongue, but she loved it. She felt so dirty.