Chapter 4 -- Being a Slut
As I stood naked next to my car, I saw the truckers begin pulling into the parking area. One by one they came toward me. When they reached me, they didn't say a word, but grabbed me and pulled me to the ground. I fell on my back. As one fat trucker spread my legs apart, the others held my arms while groping my breast. I wanted to scream, but a hand was over my mouth. But once they started to take me, I became a submissive willing slut and began enjoying their hard cocks throbbing inside me. I could hear them whispering about how much of an easy whore I was.
While enjoying being used like a cheap trollop, I started to have multiple orgasms. When they turned me on all fours and began doubling me, I became such a wild tart, yelling for them to fuck me over and over again. I didn't want it to stop. Cock after cock, shot their semen in or all over me. I must have swallowed a gallon of cum. When everyone had their fill of me, two Mexican truckers picked me up and told me that I was going with them as their sex slave.
Suddenly, I heard the ring tone of what sounded like my phone. It kept getting louder and louder. I woke up in my tub from this vivid sex dream that engulfed me.
Still in somewhat a dream like state and taking a deep breath, I answered, "Hello."
"Hello Katy," Bill snickered. "You sound out of breath. I hope I didn't interrupt anything fun. When I finally made it back to Phoenix, I didn't see any messages from you. I was worried and wondered if you made it home okay? Is there anything that happened on the way that you want to tell me?"
I thought those were strange questions, since I should have been home hours ago. But thanks to my extracurricular activities, I just got home myself. It took me an extra 3 hours for the drive. But the way he asked the questions, was like he knew what was going to happen to me.
"What do you mean," I inquired.
He paused like he was getting his thoughts together. "Well Katy, when you left I could tell you were still horny and in need. I was just curious if you did anything about it."
I began telling him about my sexual encounters at the rest stop where I got paid by two truckers to have sex. Then I said I was fighting my urges until I met a guy who I gave a lift to. He took me to an isolated area and I was fucked by him and a black man. I didn't give many details except I told him that the black guy had anal sex with me. I told him that he was the first black man to fuck me and I never had anal sex until he did it to me. I guess I should have been angry, but instead I giggled and told him that I made $1200 from it. I said that afterwards I was still horny and had to play with my clit the rest of the way home.
That's when Bill chuckled and replied, "Well Katy, it sounds like you really made up for lost time and had a great time enjoying yourself. I guess those pills really did a positive number on you."
I interrupted him and asked, "You mean the Molly they gave me last night is causing me to still crave sex?"
He paused again and answered, "Yeah that's what I mean. And I wish I was there right now to enjoy you. Katy you have become the hottest wanting woman I have ever been with." Then I heard in the back ground, "Are you coming to bed Bill?"
"Oh my god," I thought. "Is he married?"
I started to wonder about the weekend. Being an innocent shy girl, how did I strip in front of so many guys one night and get gang-banged the next. And then Ii craved sex all the way home on Sunday. With his tone in his voice being different, did he just disclose a fact that he didn't want me to know. I couldn't have changed into such a willing slut in a weekend? Just when I was going to quiz him on it, there was a loud knock on my door. We quickly said our good byes with me still with questions, but also horny from the dream. Starting to dry off the knock was louder, so I yelled, "Just a minute".
Looking in the mirror, I saw that I had some flaky stuff in my hair. Taking a wash cloth I quickly wet it and cleaned it off. I realized it was the truckers dried semen. Rushing to get a robe on, I took the closest one. It was my short pink silk robe that barely covered me. When I opened the door, Walter my sixty something year old neighbor, was holding Misty my cat.
"Hi neighbor," he said. "Is this your cat? I found him outside your unit meowing on Friday and knew you were gone. So I took him in."
I took Misty and had him come in. As I was talking to my cat and giving him hugs, I noticed Walter was looking at me. He was smiling with his eyes staring at my boobs. I forgot that my nipples could be seen from under the silk material. When he saw me looking at him, he quickly looked into my eyes. He chuckled knowing that I caught him checking me out.
"Sorry Katy for admiring your form. I have only seen you from afar and you usually are dressed very proper. But I hope you won't mind an old man saying that you are a very attractive hot woman. Since Martha passed away 2 years ago, I have been noticing attractive women. This is something I haven't done in over 40 years. So please don't be angry with me looking at you. You make me wonder what's underneath your robe. You do know it's very revealing." Then he paused and began to leave.
