"Listen, I want to ask you something," my girlfriend asked, propping herself up on her elbow, looking me into the eyes. We were just recovering from a fantastic session of lovemaking, and it seemed to me she was about to ask something rather serious, so I looked at her questioningly.
"Whatever you want," I replied.
"Well, it's not that easy for me. See, we just had wonderful sex, and I really love it when you do me, and I feel all the love that's between us, and..."
I could see that it wasn't easy for her, so I tried to help her a bit.
"But you are not satisfied with me alone, right?" I said. I knew of her past. I knew that this little kitten with her long bleached hair, those ample tits and that wonderful round ass had been rather wild before she met me. It was my junior year in college, and we had met at a party, of course, and although she was only a freshman, she seemed to be on friendly terms with a lot of guys on campus. The way she dressed, short skirts, tight jeans, tops that began just below her tits, made me guess that she wasn't some kind of brilliant tutor, but rather some kind of brilliant slut. I hadn't mind. Why should I? Once a beautiful woman was interested in me, and she was about the sex-hungriest little thing I had known in my life. It would have been stupid not to take things further. That's what I did. But during the four months Alicia and I were together, I knew there'd come that moment when she'd ask for something in the direction she was about to.
"Well, it's not about satisfaction, really. It's more about a feeling of not doing everything I can do. See, I've been sexually active since I was 13. For me, sex was never anything dirty; it was the most natural thing to do. I soon realized that I had a body and a face men really craved. I mean, I fucked 30-year-olds when I was 15, and well, I liked to do more than one man at a time even then. I've told you about a lot of things I have done since I fuck, but you don't know my most extreme encounters. You wanna hear about them?"
I must admit that I was already quite hard, and although it was against what a serious relationship should be like, I was really eager to hear more about what she needed and what she had done. So I just nodded.
"Well, you know that I have that thing for anal sex. I mean, you've fucked me up my ass probably more than you've fucked my pussy. And you know that it's not just a take-thing. I really like to lick your asshole or fuck you with my strap-on. But I also have this craving of being an absolute slut."
It wasn't difficult for me to understand that. She was prancing around campus in the sluttiest clothes, although she wasn't dumb at all. I had always known that was really smart, and obviously her craving for sex had nothing to do with a lack of intelligence. I was just there. And had to be satisfied.
"Ok" she went on, "I really like being a slut. And on my 18th birthday, I took being a slut much further than you can probably imagine. You know, I had had my threesomes or foursomes then, but in my opinion, that was never enough. I wanted to be dominated, I wanted to be abused, bruised, and fucked until I passed out. It was then that I realized I wanted to be a real cumslut, a cumbucket, someone men fuck and then spit on, or even make their own, private toilet."
"Hold on a second," I said. "You mean you want to be treated like a whore, like trash? Why the hell would you want that? You are beautiful, you are really intelligent and you are going to be a successful lawyer someday. Why would you want people to assume you are a worthless piece of trash? And come on, being a 'human toilet' like you said can't be fun!"
She smiled, traced my left nipple with her fingertips, and said:
"You just said, I'm going to be a successful lawyer someday. And I know I have the brains and the dominance to be just that. But that wouldn't be enough for me. I need to explore the other side as well. I want to be vulnerable, I want to be feeble-minded, I want to be thrown around like a piece of trash, I just want to be a body from time to time. A body that can be fucked and abused. Not more, just a body that's really nothing more than a living sex-doll. And don't you tell me that doesn't turn you on," she laughed, getting a strong grip on my already rock-hard dick.
And of course, laying next to this sexbomb, telling me about her innermost feelings, and those feelings coincidentally being the fantasy of quite a few men, me included, had it's effect on me. Right then, I didn't want more than to fuck the daylight out of this blonde goddess, but obviously, she had other plans.
"Listen, Rob, I'm going to be really straightforward now. What I want is to be a cumbucket, a human toilet, an animal for you. And I want you to tell me if you'd be willing to share me with your friends. Because for this fantasy to be acted out, I need to get it from more than just one man. I need to be the centre of attraction for a bunch of guys. A bunch of guys who know that they can do everything to me."
She looked me straight in the eyes, not blinking once:
"And I mean everything, you hear? I want to be sure that they are going to do everything they want, everything they have ever fantasized about, everything they can think of!"
I gulped. That was almost too much. There was no time for me to envision all the things that soared into my mind, all the "dirty" things I had thought about once in my life. It would have taken ages, and besides, I'd have probably shot my load right then and there, thinking about all those things being done to that angel next to me.
She stared at me, obviously waiting for an answer. I reacted spontaneously, destroying feelings like jealousy and fear in the root.
"Ok, let's do that. I'm all set, when do you want it to happen?" I said.
"Oh my god, you are the best," she squealed, embracing me and showering me with kisses.
"If it was just my decision, I'd say let's do it tonight," she said after she was done covering my face in saliva.
"How many people do you want?," I asked.
"The more the merrier. And I don't care what they look like, they should just be really, really horny, and willing to abuse a girl to the max," she answered.
"Alright the, I know just about every fraternity here on campus, and I'm sure none of them would really mind having you ... again," I said and smiled.
"Well, you're right, they quite probably wouldn't," she laughed, making me even fonder of her.
I had reached heaven. This was my girl, and I was going to supervise the nastiest orgy that campus had ever seen. And let me assure you, it had seen quite a few.
Alicia and I got up, dressed and after I told her I'd start calling people to arrange the orgy tonight, she left for her dorm-room, getting ready for what she called "the best night of her life."