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
Jim Takes His Reward
The next day I got a message from her, we need to talk.
I replied, OK, meet me at The Snug Bar at 11:00am, and I want you to dress slutty. I assume you still have the vibrator for your pussy I want you to come with that nestled up your needy little cunt.
I sipped on a whiskey sour while I waited for her. She arrived a fashionable 5 minutes late but as she swept in everyone turned to look. She had on a black seamless dress features a wide cut out bust, mini keyhole cut out, and a straight hemline. It came to mid-thigh and the cut outs showed off her, obviously bra-less, tits to perfection. She had on black fishnets and had boosted her 5-foot 4-inches height with a pair of black 5-inch heels.
She slinked over towards me her nipples clearly erect and her boobs bobbing invitingly with every step. "Slutty enough for you?" she asked as she crossed her legs causing her dress to ride up and reveal the lace top of her stocking.
I passed her the cocktail I had got her; I had thought a Porn Star Martini was an appropriate choice. She took a big gulp of the drink and settled back in her chair.
I turned the vibrator in her cunt on, about half power and said "So, Caroline, talk to me. Tell me what you have learned."
Firstly, I have learned that you, Jim, are a manipulative, unprincipled bastard.
Secondly, I have learned that there is something missing from what I thought was my perfect life with my husband and two gorgeous daughters.
Yesterday at the club I was so excited, it was almost like the old days. My body was throbbing from top to toe, I felt alive, I needed to fuck. I couldn't believe it when you turned me down
When I got in my car the smell of needy cunt from my knickers was so strong. They felt so cold and wet against my overheated crotch it made me feel filthy. I rushed home and literally dragged poor Stuart to bed, ripped his cock out of his pants, pulled my knickers to one side and road him like a woman possessed. As always, he held me gently and spoke to me kindly when all I wanted was for him to abuse me physically and verbally.
I guess that brings me to the big one, Lesson 3. I am still that same slut that I was 30 years ago and for the last 20 years, since I got married, I have been suppressing and repudiating my true self.
She looked up at me, you may be a bastard but you have set my mind and body on fire, all I can think about is dirty, slutty sex. I need to be used, I need to be your slut, I need cum in my fuck holes like a starving man needs food.
I smiled at her and saw the desperation in her eyes. "Are you asking me to fuck you?"
No James, I am begging you to fuck me, use me, make me your slut. She looked with hope and lust, moistening her luscious lips with her tongue.
Ok I said, phone some nearby hotels and ask if they have a room available for the day.
But, but they will know she stammered.
I grinned at her and said, exactly, only a cock craving slut would be booking a room for the afternoon to get fucked in.
She frowned and then shrugged, picked up her phone and started Googling local hotels. The first two she rang clearly turned her down in a very supercilious way but she persevered, knowing that her body needed to be fucked like a slut.
The third hotel had availability. She jumped to her feet grabbed my hand and pulled me after her as she headed for the door. I barely had time to grab my pilot's case which was full of toys I intended using with my fuck toy.
We got to the hotel and I sent her to reception to pay and to get the key. As she approached the desk, I cranked up the vibrator to full and smiled as I saw her stumble slightly as her cunt responded to the extra stimulation. She got the key, grabbed my arm and virtually dragged me to the lift.
Once in the lift she kissed me with a burning need her lips grinding against mine as her tongue danced with mine. Her needy cunt grinding against my crotch. The door opened as we reached our floor.
The corridor was empty and I told her. On your knees Caroline, sluts crawl to get fucked.
Without question or comment she sank to her knees and headed off up the carpet to our room treating me to a lovely view up her dress of her arse which was spit by the narrowest of thongs, so narrow that the lips of her cunt were bare, and framed by the suspender straps holding up her fishnets. I could see that the tops of her stockings were wet and so were the white skin of her exposed thighs above them. They glistened with her copious juices flowing from her overheated cunt.
We got to the room and I opened the door and told her to crawl in.
Stop whore. I demanded as I opened my bag and took out a pair of Velcro cuffs which I fastened on her wrists before clipping them together behind her back and slipping a blindfold over her eyes.
Well Caroline, Mrs. Ryan, are you ready? Are you still a cock hungry slut. I bet you are gagging for some illicit cock, aren't you? Are you ready to turn Stuart into a Cuckold?"
God yes! I am a filthy slut, a cum dump for cocks.
As she spoke, I had unzipped my trousers and started to slap her face with my rock-hard cock. Her mouth opened and her head swayed from side to side as her hungry mouth frantically searched for my illusive prick.
Oh God, please, please feed me, fuck my mouth.
I grabbed hold of her hair and roughly jammed my cock deep into her mouth, pulling her head roughly backwards and forwards over my knob, using her face as human Fleshlight, her moans of excitement adding to my pleasure.
I reached down and pulled her to her feet; she groaned in disappointment as my cock was pulled out of her mouth.
I reached under her dress and ripped her thong off and fished the vibrator out of her dripping cunt and threw it, still buzzing like an enraged wasp, across the room.
I lifted her off her feet and twirled her upside down so that her meaty cunt was in front of my face and my cock back in position in her sucking mouth. I feasted on her drooling slit. Sucking and biting her swollen cunt flaps. Alternatively stabbing my tongue into her cunt and then her arse. Juices were bubbling out of her like a freshly opened bottle of Champagne and just as tasty.
I knew she was close, "you are about to cum Caroline, you dirty slut" and I sucked her throbbing clit into my mouth and alternated between lashing it with my tongue and nibbling with my teeth, she went stiff and screamed around my cock as she came and went limp.
I carried her over to the bed and pulled off her dress leaving her naked except for her suspender belt, stockings and shoes. While she was still 'away with the fairies' I went to my case and pulled out a pair of nipple clamps. They were each attached by a chain to a thick black leather collar.
I strapped the collar around her pretty neck and attached the clamps to her nipples and screwed them tight. I then rolled her over onto her front before pulling a large jeweled butt plug and a tube of lube from my 'bag of tricks'. I lubed up the plug and worked it into her tight little arse. It looked amazing nestled between her glorious buttocks.
