Return of the Slut

Authors note

I am re-publishing this series under a different name.

It was inspired by a lady I met here on Literotica, she contacted me after reading my series 'The Making of a Slut' saying that she too is called Caroline and is a slut. She asked me to write some stories about her and her family. This series is therefore, completely, inspired by her but mostly just fantasy.

All persons in this series are over 18.

I hope you enjoy the series, however, if you are averse to rough sex please don't read on!

Please let me know what you think by sending feedback and by (hopefully) giving the stories a good mark.

Thank you

Jim

A Chance Meeting

"Caroline, Caroline is that you?"

I was traveling for my work and I had just pulled into a garage in a St Albans about 30 miles from home to fill up my car when I thought I saw a familiar figure from the distant past. She turned and looked at me with a puzzled expression which gradually gave way to recognition.

"Jim? Oh my God is that you Jim?"

Her face cracked into a wide, sunny smile which made her look even more beautiful. We ran towards each other and hugged. "Oh my God," she said "it must be what, 30 years?"

We had met in Oxford when we both attended Uni in the mid 90's. Caroline was always the center of attention, she was witty, intelligent with a beautiful face and killer body. She was blond with long legs and a great pair of tits and an arse to match, notwithstanding all of this she was most popular because she was a total slut!

She always used to say "I am well known for being the easiest and dirtiest fuck on campus."

Caroline and I had, quite literally, come across each other quite often during our time in Oxford, one especially memorable night when my mates Chris, Dave and myself had succeeded in making her 'air tight' each of us using and filling one of her fuck holes.

I held her at arm's length and looked her up and down "you have hardly changed a bit!" It was true, she still has a beautiful face and, from what I could tell under her, what looked like a vintage tea dress, still had a great body.

"So how is life treating you I asked?"

"Well, you probably won't believe it, but I have been married for over 20 years to Stuart and we have two beautiful teenage daughters. Bailey and Dulcie, I am a typical suburban house wife now."

"Bloody Hell Caroline, I never would have thought you would settle down, you always loved sex so much. Do you remember how you fucked all those old professors to get your grades up? You always said it was never anything other than a pleasure to give those poor old sods a taste of your cunt and feel their cocks pumping you full of their cum, how you loved to cum on crusty cock"

"Well, I have changed now Jim. I don't fuck around anymore. I am a paragon of my community these days. I am a school governor and I am women's captain of the local tennis club."

I looked her in the eyes "so no chance of a fuck for old time's sake then?" I asked sadly.

"No, I'm afraid not Jim, but now we have met up again let's stay in touch. I've got to run now but maybe we could meet up for a coffee and catch up some time. Give me your phone and I will put in my number." She updated my contacts and I texted her number and we both smiled as a 'ping' rang from her handbag as her phone received my text.

I waited a couple of days and then sent Caroline a text asking if she wanted to meet up for lunch. She was quite busy but agreed to meet up with me the following Tuesday. It was early April so I thought we wanted somewhere cozy, and, because it was going to be our first meeting somewhere not too formal. We agreed to meet in Little Berkhamsted in a quaint Grade II listed pub called the Five Horseshoes.

I got there early and grabbed a table. It was obvious when Caroline arrived, all the men stared as the door opened and many of the women glared, either at her or at their partners who were ogling her.

I waved, she smiled and headed towards me. She was wearing a 'little black dress', I suspected a Chanel one, with a hemline slightly over the knee. It was fairly low cut so that showed her ample tits to great advantage. Her long legs were clad in black fishnet nylons and she was wearing black court shoes with a lowish heel.

I stood and we embraced, she smelt as good as she looked, Chanel Number 5 if I wasn't mistaken. "You look absolutely stunning" I whispered in her ear.

We sat and chatted like old friends and it felt like only yesterday that we had been at Uni together. Eventually Caroline decided on the Roasted Vegetable Tart which made me smile quietly to myself. I went to the bar and ordered the food together with a large Pinot Grigio for her and a Guinness Zero for me.

Our meal and catch up was lovely and I think we were both sad when it was time to leave. "Still no chance of a shag then?" I asked as we embraced before leaving.

Caroline gave me a cheeky grin and said "I told you I'm not that girl anymore."

I shrugged and said "you can't blame a guy for asking, can you?"

Obviously, my question hadn't upset her as Caroline suggested that we should make it a regular catch up and so we agreed to meet up every couple of weeks.

We had a lovely time each time we met throughout the Spring but each time I saw her the need to fuck her grew stronger. Each time we met I asked, and each time she refused.

Returning home after our most recent meeting I was having a glass of wine remembering the fun times I used to have with Caroline and how great the sex was with her. I was feeling very sad that I was never going to get to sample that sexy body again, to suck and nibble her nipples while I fucked her glorious cunt.

Suddenly I had a 'light-bulb' moment! I remembered a box of old Polaroid photos from our Uni days that I had in a wardrobe and I rushed upstairs to get them.

All the photos were sexual, there were some of Caroline on her own, in various stages of undress. Many of her freshly fucked with sperm drooling from her swollen used cunt and others of her covered in cum. The best, and the one that I knew was going to get me into her knickers again, was the one that she had got me to take of her and the Dean of Christ Church when she seduced him into fucking her to guarantee her First Class Degree.

The Dean, Dr. Martyn Percy, had subsequently been pressured to resign when another woman had alleged sexual harassment, which she reported to the police. The subsequent investigation concluded that Percy acted appropriately and was not a direct risk to any children or vulnerable adults. I knew that the picture I had in my hand proved the opposite and was therefore dynamite. The Press would have a field day and I knew that Caroline's name would come out and her middle-class life would be blown apart.

I scanned all of the pictures keeping digital copies on several memory sticks as well as loading copies onto my phone.

Our next meeting in early June was in a pub garden. We were enjoying the early summer sun, some good food and a drink. Caroline has on a summer dress which hung to mid-thigh and a neckline that exposed a generous portion of her inviting cleavage.

When we had finished eating, I leaned forward and said to her "You are going to go to the toilet and remove your underwear and give it to me."

Her face filled with shock and she said "Jim what the fuck are you talking about? Of course I am not going to do that."

"Oh, but you are, and when you have removed them, you are going to give them to me."

"Have you gone completely out of your tiny mind?" she hissed at me. "I thought we were friends."

I smiled at her licking my lips as I passed her my phone. On screen was a picture of her, naked, legs spread wide and a pool of spunk between her thighs with more dripping from her swollen excited cunt.

"What will your husband think of you if he saw you like that?" I asked.

"That was a different lifetime, I am sure he would accept it." She said, pulling herself haughtily in her seat.

"And what about the tennis club and the school, would they be so forgiving?" I asked.

She looked a lot more uncomfortable as she imagined that scenario. "And who is going to forgive you for this?" as I played my trump card and showed her the picture of her riding the cock of Dr. Percy her head thrown back in ecstasy as he shot his learned spunk deep in her thirsty cunt.

"You fucking bastard!" she hissed then stood and flounced off to the toilet. A few minutes later she reappeared looking red eyed and crestfallen. She sat down hard in the chair, reached in her handbag and discreetly passed me her bra and knickers, they were black and both still warm. "Happy now you pervert? I expect you will be even more excited to know that is my daughter Daisy's thong" she growled.

I lifted her knickers to my nose and inhaled the long-forgotten scent of her cunt and smiled.

"Caroline, you are a smart girl, you know that you have a lot to lose. All I ask in return for my silence is that you become my slut, my dirty little cum dump. Who knows, you may even start to enjoy it. You know what they say a leopard doesn't change its spots, once a slut always a slut."

She looked up at me with her red rimmed eyes "I will be your slut but you must never do anything to hurt my family."

I had been doing some research about the tennis club where Caroline was the lady's captain. There was an open tournament in a weeks' time. I told her to register us for the mixed doubles.

The big day arrived and I met up with Caroline in the club bar. She looked amazing in her tennis outfit, a polo shirt stretched by her big tits and a cute tennis skirt. I asked her what knickers she was wearing and she briefly flashed me her pants. They were a pair of white Brazilian briefs that hugged her ass and pussy nicely, although without a hint of camel toe. Perfect for my plan.

I opened my sports bag and took out a small parcel. I gave it to her and said "go to the loo, open the parcel and wear what you will find."

She returned looking flushed and looked at me and nodded slightly. I therefore knew that my remote-control vibrator was nestled snugly in her cunt.

Our first match was called.

We played well together although I have to admit that I was distracted when she was bent over by the net waiting for me to serve. The staggered position worked well tactically but her beautiful arse poking out under her short skirt cost us a few points due to my distraction.

We won the first set 6-3 and I knew that we had the game in the bag and so I decided to have some fun. As Caroline was about to serve in the second set, I turned the vibrator on, about quarter power, I saw her shudder and her serve was 'out' buy a considerable margin. After a few deep breaths she resumed and we won the game.

When we were receiving in the next game, I turned the vibrator up to about half and I could tell that she was quite distracted and we ended up losing the game as she missed a couple of 'sitters.'

My service and as she crouched down, I noticed that the crotch of her knickers was getting dark. I know that her cunt was starting to heat up.

By the time we won the match it was clear to me that her knickers were soaked. We went to the bar and had a celebratory cup of tea. Caroline was glowing both from the victory and from the vibrator throbbing deep in her cunt.

I reached in my sports bag and pulled out the black thong she had reluctantly given me in the pub garden, the one that belonged to her daughter Daisy, and told her "Put these on and bring me your tennis knickers. I am only letting you wear any knickers to keep the vibrator in your slutty cunt, otherwise you would be playing commando"

She slinked off to the ladies and shortly came back and handed me a soaking wet pair of white knickers which I quickly put into a plastic bag which I sealed with the 'zip lock' and then put it in my sports bag.

Our next match was called and I was treated to the sight of Carolin's beautiful buttocks every time she bent over. I loved watching as they swayed from side-to-side as crouched awaiting for the ball to be served.

I turned the vibrator up to full power. I knew that the only thing preventing her from orgasm was because she was focusing so hard on the match to hold it at bay. It was clear that the vibrations were having an effect though as the tops of her inner thighs were starting to glisten because of the copious cunt juice her pussy was producing, overwhelming the gusset of her daughter's thong.

The fact that we were both so distracted meant that we ended up losing the match. As the winning shot was played, I turned the vibrator that had been torturing her cunt off. She turned and looked daggers at me. Her body needed the release having suffered so much teasing.

Before she went to the locker room, I handed her the bag with her soaking wet original knickers and told her that she was to wear them home. Her face was flushed, more with arousal than with the effort she had expended on court.

After a couple of minutes, she reappeared. She was still very flushed and fidgety I knew she needed a fuck.

"Well, goodby" I said. "That was a great match, I thoroughly enjoyed it!"

"Wait" she said "aren't you going to ask me the question?"

"What question is that?" I asked

"The one where you ask me if I want to fuck"

I looked deep into her eyes and saw the need before answering "I have asked before on many occasions and you have turned me down. I will never ask again, the only way you will get a fuck from me is if you beg. Go home to Stuart and let him fuck you. We both know that now your flame has been re-lit a fuck with him will not be enough though."

Caroline glared at me, turned on her heels and flounced out to get in her Range Rover. She drove off in a flurry of gravel as she accelerated hard out of the car park.

I waited for a few minutes before I followed her from a respectable distance, not that I thought that she would see me. I was sure she was focused on getting her husband's cock up her needy cunt as soon as possible.

Eventually she pulled up outside a large house in a leafy suburb of St Albans. She dashed out from the car and into the house. I looked up at the upstairs windows and soon saw movement behind the curtains. Two people ripping off their clothing then disappearing from view. I smiled and drove home.

Shortly after I got home, I got a message "You Bastard!"

I smiled and replied "is all not well darling? Didn't you run home and fuck Stuart? Didn't he give you what you need?"

I knew that Caroline's inner slut was stirring and she would soon realise what she needed.