Long time reader, first time writer. Be gentle on my storytelling ability. I'll make a note where the sex stuff starts. Tell me what kind of stuff makes for the juicy details you want to hear and next time I'll do more of those - because I'll definitely be doing this again.

F28

Hot girl summers never seem to work out for me. I've tried to have casual sex before - promise! It just.. never worked out. Both times I told someone I just wanted someone casual, it turned into 4-year relationships! Kinky, hot, amazing relationships, but relationships nonetheless.

But, I've always wanted to be a slut. I delete my post history whenever I want to forget that fact, but there's been some fun nights fueling my kinks off of the incredible, depraved people of Reddit.

My boyfriends have called me a whore, while pulling on my hair, spanking me, and cumming on my face. But, honestly, that's not the same - and we all know it.

So anyways, this weekend I RSVP'd to an orgy.

I was excited. I had a date, James, who was interested in swinging, so I had a safety net to fall back on, but we both discussed that we weren't going to cling to each other all night, either. Perfect. Guaranteed getting laid, but no restrictions.

I have to tell you, for me, getting ready for a night of debauchery is basically foreplay. Shaving myself bare, putting on perfume, and deciding what scraps of lingerie I want to wear makes me painfully self conscious and deeply aware that I'm preparing myself for someone else's pleasure. On Friday, not knowing who that person might be yet made it even more delicious. I must have tried on every chemise, bra, and bodysuit I own, wondering what would be the most fun to have someone rip off of me. Finally, though, I settled on a classic: smallest black thong, a clubbing minidress, strappy heels, and nothing else. You can't go wrong with naked, right?

My date and I went out to dinner at a pub close to the venue, making nervous chitchat. After we ate, I excused myself, and went upstairs to the bathroom. There was a red jeweled butt plug in my bag that I knew was his favorite.

I wasn't dripping yet, but the anticipation had been getting to me. I was damp, and quickly able to work the plug between my pussy lips. A minute more of twisting it around, and it felt ready. I squatted down in the stall, and began working it into my ass. It took a minute. I was nervous, I guess! But it finally slipped in, and I could feel the cold gem pressing between my ass cheeks.

We paid the check and made our way across the street. The bouncer joked, helping put me at ease, and we made our way inside.

It was packed. Through some heavy curtains, I could see... Well, tits. Lots and lots of tits. Men and women clad in little to nothing were walking in every direction. My heart sped up.

I hastily put my things in a locker, James stripped down, and we headed inside.

Holy shit. It was like walking into the literal cult of Dionysus. Gorgeous, naked humans. Sex furniture. Cages, whips, floggers, and every other kinky implement you can imagine. My jaw didn't drop, but it might as well have. The heady rush of instant overstimulation was unreal.

We toured the building, and my mind swirled with possibilities in every new room. I wanted to linger in the BDSM themed room with the oversized cage. The Cage was already in use, a leather-clad man bent over the spanking bench, and I hung to the side, making conversation with the other audience members. That's when I met guy #1, let's call him Andy.

**** sexual things actually get going *****

I've been checked out. I've been cat called. I've been objectified. The way Andy was eyeing me up felt like I was a trussed up piece of meat. I flushed. He was huge and towered over me, mostly naked. My heart pounded, but I tried to project confidence.

Why aren't you the one in there? He winked.

I adopted a cocky attitude. Oh, I'm on deck.

Really? His smirk widened. Need a hand?

No, I said airily. But feel free to watch.

He did. My date grinned when I whispered what I wanted into his ear, and led me inside The Cage. I pulled off my dress, and he bent me 90 degrees over the spanking bench.

Oh, what do we have here? James laughed, and fingered the suddenly visible plug. How long has this been in, beautiful?

He pulled a flogger off of the wall next to me, and the straps trailed over my ass, sending a jolt of electricity up my spine. As each swing hit me, I trembled with pleasure. Someone outside The Cage chuckled.

When the flogging stopped, my breath came hard and heavy. While James went to get me some water, Andy appeared. Can I touch you? He said, suddenly. I nodded wordlessly, unable to say anything else. Really? That easy, that fast? I didn't have any more time to think. Andy grabbed my tit.

He squeezed, appraising, and then let go and slapped it. Nice, he commented. I can't wait to fuck your pussy.

Um, what?! My mouth wanted to complain, indignant, but my mind was blank. I nodded dumbly. Is this what it feels like to be an actual slut? It felt fucking fantastic. And degrading. And fantastic.

Good girl, he said. And then the fucker walked away. Walked. Away. He was rude, and presumptive, and I was going to fuck him and I knew it.

James came back. He loved that I was already moving into whore mode, and told me so.

Okay, okay, I said. Let's go upstairs. When we did, we slipped onto one of many couches, next to another MF couple. We started chatting with them, and they told us they were fwb who had met here a few times before. The guy - he told me his name but I forgot it - asked me he could massage me. Yes. He asked if I was interested in playing. James' tongue was already in the woman's mouth. Yeah, why not, then. Omg, this guy whose name I can't remember. He started by eating me out, and the way he moaned when I pushed his long cock into my throat. I love it when men moan, and I loved feeling the onlookers accumulate as I let the blowjob get sloppy and drool smeared over my face.

After only a few minutes, my mystery fuck pulled away, and gestured in a circle. I obliged, flipping over and wiggling my ass. He wasted no time and entered me in a single motion. He wasn't being rough. I was just fucking wet and ready. He pulled my hair, and went hard, quickly spending himself inside me, shuddering as his cock twitched. He was a gentleman, and offered to finish me off, but in the moment I had a shred of inspiration. No, I said. Tonight I'm only giving.

A giving whore was exactly what I wanted to be. One anyone could use. I decided that for the night, I was going to say yes - to everyone. I thanked my mystery fuck for his cum, and kept moving.

Time passed. Conversation, flirting, yada yada. I made plenty of friends and suddenly realized I could have as much sex as I wanted, virtually on tap. It was exhilarating.

While I was chatting - still naked, as I'd lost my underwear - Andy and a dark haired woman came up to me. He told me that they both wanted to taste my pussy. Well, I'd already decided my motto for today.

Yes.

They sat me up on a raised chair, and opened my legs. I sat above a crowd of people fucking and voyeuring, and two people alternated eating my pussy and biting playfully at my thighs. My God. Before I could cum, though, I gently pushed their heads away. My turn, I said.

Quick as that, Andy switched into taking mode again. I want both of you to suck my cock. I dropped to my knees, and for the first time focused on this man's cock. It was girthy. Like, lips barely fit around thick. While she worked his head, I licked up the side and looked up, locking my eyes on his. His expression of self satisfaction made me even wetter.

As he got hard, he proved that he wasn't only thick, but a good length, too. It was impossible to fit more than 1/2 of his cock into my mouth, but I choked myself on it and let my eyes stream with water as I kept my tongue moving over him. Someone over my shoulder asked if they could touch me. I nodded and felt hands reach around me, grazing over my clit and massaging my tits. Andy suddenly tapped his friend's head. Close, he said. She bobbed as far down as she could go, and Andy grabbed the back of her head, thrusting hard. I pulled her back and kissed her, but she'd already swallowed. Damn.

I stood and made my goodbyes, but before I disappeared Andy grabbed me and whispered in my ear. Don't think I forgot that pussy. Find me later. You already know what my answer was.

After another water and rest, I moved back into the room, and found James lounging with a green-haired chick sitting on his face. I watched them, surprisingly aroused. They proceeded to fuck in cowgirl. Right after he came, he saw me, and gestured me over. James has a special talent for pushing his cock through round after round.

Fuck me, I said.

Ask nicely. Fucker.

Please?

Please what?

Please fuck me?

Good slut.

That's what I actually was, and I was starting to realize it. James bent me over the end of another couch where multiple people were fucking on the other side and drove into my pussy. We don't use condoms. He teased me hard and kept pulling his cock out, forcing me to ride back onto him while he stood behind me. Good fucking whore, he said. You earn my cum.

I did.

When he came, it filled my pussy, and when I tried to stand, he pushed down on my back, kneeling behind me and playing with my lips until the first dribbles began dripping down my leg.

Such a good slut, he said. I was exhausted and done with the party for the night, but James had one more play. Before we left, he gave me my minidress (the panties were never found), and told me leave the cum drying in long streaks down my legs and the butt plug tight in my ass. On the way to my home, he kept whispering about how pleased he was with my sluttiness, how for once I did actual slutty things and how much better it was for so many people to witness what a whore I was. As we showered off the sweat and stink of the night, he held my favorite small vibrator against me from behind and forced me to shake and cum against his body, while telling him what a slut I am.

The next morning, I woke up to a text from Andy: Don't think I've forgotten. 😉