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.
As his orgasm slowed down I kept up the pressure on his balls.
"Time for you to fulfil your promise, down boy," I ordered as I pressed on the top of his head, releasing his balls, "take your time, I want a really nice, slow, building climax."
He may have been reluctant to lick up his own cum, but I didn't ask him, because I didn't care. Well, that isn't quite true, I have always been a little turned on when I make guys go down on me after they've cum inside me. These days, I make my husband go down on me when other men have cum inside me, and he rarely gets to cum at all!
Anyway, he gave no indication that he wasn't enjoying his allotted task, and followed my instructions to the letter. I loved every lick, as he slowly built my excitement, step by exquisite step, getting his tongue as far into me as he could manage, flicking over my clit, licking my pussy lips, licking my arse, pushing his tongue into my bum as far as he could.
Finally he drove me over the edge into a fantastic explosive orgasm, which seemed to go on forever. To help me my new lover kept up the tongue action all through my orgasm until I pushed his head away.
As my orgasm slowed to a stop, I looked at the guy who had just fucked me and licked me to orgasm and realised that I was bored with him already.
As he was getting onto his feet, his crotch was quite close to my right foot, so I seized the initiative and kicked his balls as hard as I could. He wailed in agony and collapsed to the floor beside the bed, where he lay groaning, curled up in a foetal position. I couldn't get to his balls again so I kicked his arse.
"Get out, now! I'm bored with you!" I shouted at him, kicking his arse again and again.
As he scrambled away, trying to dress whilst avoiding my kicks, I collapsed in hysterical laughter, he just seemed so pathetic.
I finally managed to get myself under control, and slipped my dress over my head, and climbed into my high heels. I didn't bother with underwear as I was hoping to get laid again before the night was over.
I tottered on my very high heels back towards the town centre and the club. I could feel cum trickling down the inside of both bare thighs, and I smiled to myself at how really bad a girl I was. Five days before my wedding and I was nearly naked, with a pussy dribbling cum, going back to a club to get myself fucked by a different guy.
As I pushed my way through the packed club, heading for the crowded dance floor, a hunky gorgeous guy stepped in front of me.
"Hi sexy woman, you look as though you've just been fucked!" He challenged, putting his left hand behind my head.
He pulled my head towards his face and started kissing me roughly, but passionately, thrusting his tongue around my mouth, orally invading me. I felt his right hand between my knees, sliding up the inside of my thighs, pushing the hem of my dress up.
"So, I was right, your thighs are slimy with cum."
His hand reached my fetid sex, and his fingers pressed inside my vagina without pausing.
"Come on, I need to give you a proper fucking." He announced, removing his fingers, and pulling me towards the door with the hand which wasn't sticky.
