A Slut's Confession

I met my second wife when she was still at school, a decade or so ago. Kelly was sweet sixteen back then, an A-Level student, I her English tutor. Happily married as I was at the time, the gangly schoolgirl barely warranted a second look, though would later confess that she wanted me from the moment our eyes first met across a row of desks.

It's funny how things change so quickly: within a year the love had all but gone from my marriage, and I'd begun to notice how this particular girl in my English class blushed whenever I addressed her. A year older now, she'd blossomed into something of a beauty, symmetrical jet coloured hair framing a classically pretty heart-shaped face. Staying behind after class one day, Kelly disclosed that she'd been let down by a friend and had a spare ticket for the theatre that night, an amateur production of a book we were studying. I smiled and graciosly accepted the invitation.

Things raced on from there but, for the sake of my job, we agreed nothing should happen until she'd finished school, by which time she was eighteen and contemplating university. Unfortunately, despite my close tutelage her grades fell a good way short. After a whirlwind romance, we married just before her nineteenth birthday, amid inevitable sighs of disapproval from both sides of the family tree.

For the first six months I was just about able to keep up with her voracious sexual appetite: five times a night was well within Kelly's compass, and she rarely showed signs of lagging. Yet, as time passed, sadly I defaulted back to the twice a week copulation of my first marriage. Kelly of course was good about it, never once complaining or putting me under undue pressure, but I could tell she craved more, which is where this story really begins, eight years ago.

Our neighbours were having the front of their house rendered. I'd noticed how their builder, a rough, tough Irishman, looked at Kelly. Kelly acted the innocent but I knew. Well I was always the open sort and, to be honest, secretly the premise thrilled me. "Look, it's all right," I conceded, "just as long as you use protection, promise not to fall in love and...and as long as you promise to tell me all about it when I get home from school."

There was a glint in my eye and Kelly nodded understandingly. "But how do I...?" she enquired with a patented wide-eyed look of innocence and trying not to sound too enthusiastic

"Oh, use your imagination," I teased, surprising myself with just how excited the idea was making me. "Tell him you've tickets for the theatre."

Kelly smiled. "I know," she grinned, seemingly getting into the idea with equal enthusiasm. "Maybe I'll put on my little hotpants and halter top and go wash the car."

"Oh fuck, yes," I groaned, under my breath.

Ironically, I left the house that morning with the biggest, hardest erection of my whole entire life. Classes were a blur, and I wasn't hanging around one single minute after the final bell. Passing the florist's, I availed myself of the biggest bunch of flowers on display, which was just as well for I needed something to shield my hard-on from unwitting passers-by as I undertook the fifteen minute walk home. The car in the driveway was as I expected: spotlessly clean at the back, dirty still at the front, the bucket of suds and sponge close by. At the same time, little progress appeared to have been made on our neighbour's rendering. Oh I could hardly wait to get inside the house and hear of Kelly's adventures.

Kelly opened the door before I had time to get the key in. Fresh from the shower, she was flushed from the hot water and whatever frenzied activity had preceded it. We exchanged awkward glances before she hooked her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. When we broke, I said breathlessly: "I want every single detail, everything."

Kelly smiled, taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom, where I was helped me out of my shirt and trousers. We climbed onto the bed, Kelly's head sliding beneath my arm, to rest below my shoulder, her eyes locking on mine, full of devotion. The towel cast aside, her body was a picture of young beauty, breasts firm, pussy lips plump and glistening. Reaching down, her slender fingers toyed with the fly of my boxers, releasing the semi-hard cock. "Ooh baby," she cooed, my breath racing with anticipation. "I've been a bad girl today," she pouted, the shaft inflating in her hand.

"Ohhhhhhh," I sighed as Kelly drew back the foreskin lovingly. "Did you wear the hotpants and halter?"

"Yes," she enthused, eyes sparkly. "I felt like a total slut. No bra, no panties..."

"Oh Goddddddd," I moaned as she toyed with my penis.

"He almost fell off his platform when he saw me. I started at the back of the car, bending over right beneath him, my tight little arse sticking up in the air as I scrubbed the tailgate."

"Oh fuck," I mouthed, front teeth buried in my bottom lip.

"I was so turned on I swear I almost had an orgasm just from the crotch of the hotpants rubbing against my pussy. It was worth waxing," she said with a salacious grin, her tiny hand masturbating me oh so slowly. "I wiggled my little bottie in his direction, knowing full well he was watching my every move. I could almost feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. I stood up and wiped the sweat from my forehead – it was hard work."

"Oh I bet it was for our builder friend."

"Mmm, it was. I stole a glance and could see his cock straining at his blue dungarees."

"Was he big?"

"Mmm, yes he was," she replied, pulling a face. "He hurt my tight little pussy he did, honey."

I empathised, reaching between a pair of legs that parted automatically, index finger tracing a line from bottom to top of the silken slit. Wow, her pussy did indeed feel like it had received a severe butchering, tenderised by hard thick Irish cock. Kelly sucked in air as the digit worked inside, parting each moist pink fold. Massaging her swollen clit I prompted her to continue.

"Then I had a little accident," she pouted. "As I raised the sponge, I splashed soapy water all over my titties. They stuck firmly to the halter, my nipples pressing really hard against the wet cotton, as hard as they are now."

I cast a glance across. Her excited nipples were half an inch long and bloated as if sore. Kelly angled so that the left teat brushed my lips. Parting, I took it inside, suckling long and hard, causing her to moan and press down harder upon my embedded finger. As I circled her clit, she moaned appreciatively, the pair of us as aroused as ever before.

Kelly's breath was racing as she imparted the tale. "I stood up straight with the wet top clinging and started to fan my chest. He just watched, as blatant as you like, eyes burning into me. I smiled and he climbed off the platform and into our garden. Without saying anything he pushed me up against the tailgate and stuck his rough hands inside my top. My nipples were burning. His tongue was in my mouth in seconds. I was so hot I told him to fuck me over the bonnet..."

"Oh honey, did he? Did he fuck you in broad daylight?"

Kelly smiled as a dollop of precum oozed from the eye of my cock tip under her gentle ministrations. "No," she frowned. "The postman was just over the road. The builder told me I was a very naughty girl and how he should spank me. Before I knew it we were in the living room and I was spread across his knee like a bad little schoolgirl, my hotpants down by my ankles and feeling so helpless. I just held my breath in anticipation, my body trembling. God, how he made me wait, lifting his hand gradually. Then he spanked me repeatedly and called me all sorts of names..."

"Mmmmmmm, like what?"

"He called me...he called me a dirty little slut, HIS dirty little slut. Said I'd been teasing him for weeks and that I was going to get what a dirty little slut deserved. He told me that he was going to ruin me for other men."

She jerked as my finger found her ravaged clit once more, her stroking up and down my shaft raising a gear. "His calloused fingers strayed under and started to pinch my nipples, twisting them till I cried out. He was so rough with me, honey. He ordered me to tell him how I should be treated."

"What did you reply?" I mouthed.

"I told him I should be treated like a filthy little whore. He said yes, I should be, that I was the filthiest whore he'd ever met. Then he asked what I wanted. I said his nice big cock inside me. He told me to get on my hands and knees, to wiggle my sweet arse and to beg for it. He could see how worked up I was."

"Oh fuck, honey, yes."

Without prompting, Kelly cocked her leg over mine, mounting my rock hard cock. It slipped easily into her wet cunt, burying straight to the balls. Kelly gasped, a mix of pain and pleasure in that well-fucked pussy. That builder must really have given it to her hard. Reaching up, I cupped her perfect spherical breasts, bruised in a dotted pattern around the areolae where the builder had pawed her roughly. In comparison, I squeezed tenderly, lovingly as she gyrated on my eager cock, her nipples engorged. "Keep talking," I prompted, my breath staccato. "Tell me how he fucked you."

"Brutally," she groaned, "his cock was like a length of long hard piping. He just put his rough hands on my buttocks, prised them apart then slammed deep in my pussy from behind. Lucky I was so wet or he'd have hurt me bad. He just thrust in and out, calling me a filthy little tramp, a whore, a slut and every so often spanking my arse."

Beneath her, my heightened upward thrusts met her eager downward motions, my cock slamming deep into her cervix. "Tell me, did he fuck you up the arse?"

Kelly hesitated, suggesting my hunch was right. Rocking forward, she let my cock exit her wet cunt and press firmly at her anal ring. The entrance was less tricky than ever before, her tunnel descending to envelop the shaft with relative ease. Oh yes, that builder had taken her up the arse all right, ripped the hole open. As I punctured the sphincter and buried the whole length, Kelly reached to press two fingers in her cunt, moaning intensely. "What else did he make you do?" I entreated.

"He slipped off the condom and pushed me on my back whilst he tossed over me. His face contorted and then he fired a huge wad of spunk at my tits. It splashed everywhere and he ordered me to rub it in. I did as he said. Then he pumped another wave in my face before forcing me to suck his cock clean. I could barely fit it in my tiny little mouth. He was such a brute, honey. I told him to get out and to leave me alone."

"And did he?"

She hesitated, our lovemaking reaching a pause, her soaking wet pussy leaking on my belly as she balanced precariously. "Did he, Kelly?" I prompted.

She looked shamefaced. "He came back twice more. He was so strong, honey. I was powerless to resist."

Suddenly I flipped her over onto her back, legs akimbo. With all my energy I thrust deep inside her cunt, my buttocks pumping. "You are a dirty little slut, aren't you, Kelly?" I whispered in her ear, before sucking at her soft neck.

"Yesssssss I am," she moaned as I grunted, the pair of us welded together at the midriff.

In and out I thrust, gathering momentum, getting ever closer as Kelly's nails raked at my shoulders. One hard pump, and I unloaded wave after wave of cum into her womb, hotly followed by her own orgasm, as intense a climax as ever I'd known her to have. She screamed in pure ecstasy, our bodies melting.

After a minute of breath-gathering as we lay entwined on top of the bed, she confessed: "But he didn't make me cum like you do."

I smiled. I loved her dearly, passionately. And she felt the same.

And that was how it started eight years back, since which time Kelly has had several more liaisons, all with the same proviso: that she tells me all about it when I get home. I hope to find the time to tell you all about very soon.

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