Most of my friends have asked me, at one time or another, whether I have always been such a slut. Most of them didn't use that specific word, of course, although a couple did, but that was what they meant.
My answer is always the same. I say 'as far as I can remember, yes'.
Take the tale of my wedding, for instance.
The story really starts five days before the wedding, at my hen party. There were seven of us, all friends made at college, all fairly attractive women, two were already married, only one of us wasn't in a relationship, she had recently thrown her boyfriend out for cheating on her with a work colleague. What she didn't know was that he had also fucked me, on several occasions, and I must say, he was pretty good in bed.
The hen party started in a pub which was considered cool by the under 30s, it had a DJ although no-one danced there. We had quite a few drinks and we soon became loud and lewd, telling each other stories of men we'd slept with, men who'd groped us, and so on.
At about ten o'clock we moved on to a night club, where lots of people were dancing, the music was loud, the lighting subdued, and there were a lot of horny men in their mid twenties, sizing up the talent.
We all hit the bar first, which took ages, as it was so crowded, but eventually we were beside the dance floor with our drinks. I reached into my handbag and pulled out a flask covered in bright pink leather, and poured the contents, neat gin, into the glass of tonic I'd bought at the bar. I carefully closed the flask and put it away, then downed the G & T in one go. I put my glass down on a table and walked to the middle of the floor, put my handbag on the floor between my feet and started to dance.
I had only been dancing for five or six minutes when a guy asked if he could dance with me. He wasn't bad looking, not spectacular but good enough. We danced through a couple of dances, then he offered to buy me a drink, and since he was paying I asked for Prosecco, which, unfortunately for him they didn't offer by the glass, so he bought a bottle which set him back £30.
I hadn't had sex for a few days, due to all the wedding preparations, so I was pretty horny, and in view of his financial shock, buying the fizz, I decided to make him an offer he couldn't refuse.
"I live ten minutes from here, why don't we take the bottle and have a private party?"
For a few seconds he stood looking at me with his mouth open and an incredulous look on his face. Finally he closed his mouth and started to smile, still hesitant, worrying that he'd either mis heard me or misunderstood.
"That sounds great!" He finally said.
"Come on then, unless you want me to choose someone else?" I threatened.
I gave him my glass, to add to the bottle and his glass which he was already carrying, and turned and walked decisively towards the door.
In a little over ten minutes I was opening the front door to my apartment.
"Bring the bottle and glasses through to my bedroom, open the bottle and pour the drinks while I have a pee." I instructed.
While the guy started to fiddle with the foil and wire, I walked into my en-suite, lifted the toilet seat, turned around to face my potential lover, hoisted my skirt, took down my panties and sat down.
He was back to staring with his mouth open again.
"Most guys get turned on watching a beautiful woman peeing, so I thought I would give you a treat. Please hurry up and open the bottle, I'm thirsty."
"Oh, right, sorry," he stammered, finally getting some Prosecco into the glass, "shall I bring it to you now?"
"Of course," he brought me the glass of wine as my pee started squirting into the toilet bowl, "now get on your knees and remove my shoes and panties. You can put your head between my legs and really enjoy the scent of my woman pee."
He obeyed instantly, so I leaned back a bit, to get my cascading urine nearer to his face.
"Good boy," I said, standing up with my legs apart, "I've finished now, so you can lick me clean."
He pushed his head between my legs, with his tongue leading the way and started licking up and down my slit. He seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as I was so I stripped off my dress and bra and led him by his hair to the bed.
"Strip quickly!" I instructed.
He wasted no time getting his kit off, and I got a chance to get a good look at him. He wasn't bad looking, fairly well toned, with a semi hard cock of promising proportions. I lay down, with my legs dangling over the side of the bed.
He got the idea quickly, positioning himself between my legs and leaning forward to get his tongue to work.
He turned out to be pretty good with his tongue, tracing up and down my pussy lips, pushing his erect tongue into my moistening cave, then flicking up and down over my engorged clit.
"Hmnn, that's very nice, keep doing that, give me a nice orgasm, then you can fuck me." I promised.
He turned out to be both obedient and diligent, two excellent qualities in a lover, but he didn't have that 'Je ne said quoi' which makes sex thrilling rather than just fun. Anyway, he succeeded in making me cum, before he climbed onto the bed between my legs and offered his erect cock to my pussy.
I guided him in, then grabbed his cute arse with both hands and pulled hard. I wasn't disappointed with his cock, it must have been seven or so inches long, and was nice and hard, so I let him bang away at me until he was getting close to his climax.
"I'm not going to cum like this, but I'll let you cum inside me, as long as you promise to lick me to orgasm after you've cum, deal?"
"I..um..I guess so." He stuttered, but I knew that he was too far gone to stop.
I grabbed his balls and squeezed hard as he started to explode inside me.
