Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/stupidslutsclub/comments/1c9y67h/slut_bingo_part_1_wet_dreams/
Part 2: https://www.reddit.com/r/stupidslutsclub/comments/1ca93x2/slut_bingo_part_2_out_of_the_closet/

Relevant challenges:
- Bang for roof (shared across all other updates)
- Fuck a stranger for money (no more than US$120; in-person interaction only, no prior online negotiation)
- Fuck while on the phone with a relative
- Do something so utterly depraved and morally objectionable that you cannot describe it without breaking SSC rules

Last night's bang for roof had been a lot more work than anticipated, so I decided to try a much more sure thing. So I headed to a nice hotel bar to try and find a bored businessman with a bed to fill. It didn't take long. A few pleasantries, a hint dropped here and there, and very quickly we were strolling down the corridor toward his room.

Unfortunately, he bored me pretty much from the outset. He was selfish, and not in the bad-boy way that drives a girl wild. He had no stamina. And he was disgustingly vanilla. I'm a girl who likes to throw in all sorts of extras, but he was having nothing other than the most regrettable, missionary, one-and-done shit. I was so annoyed that when he popped out to make a work call I pocketed a few of those shot-sized whiskies from the minibar and cued up a bunch of pay-per-view porn to make sure his expense claim would not be smooth sailing.

When he got back, he asked for my number in a way that also suggested he wanted me to leave. To make this not a complete waste of time, I went in for the kill: "Oh, didn't I earn a tip?" He clammed up and started jammering about how he didn't realise this was "that kind of arrangement", yadda yadda, and I took pity on him and walked him through the whole bingo card thing. He seemed more confused than anything, but I managed to get an insultingly small note of folding currency out of the cheap bastard.

Now that I'd explained the whole thing, we still had the problem of keeping my bang-for roof going. As I pointed that out, I watched him start to deliver whatever the corporate-speak equivalent of "not my goddamn problem sweetie" is, but then his eyes lit up. He actually did have someone who could help me. This guy he used to go to 'events' with, it's a long story, etc, etc. And he starts digging through his phone, and soon enough has his buddy on the line. There's a lot of "you're not going to believe this", and his buddy definitely doesn't, so eventually I'm put on to lay out the deal: I'll be the perfect fucktoy for the night in exchange for a safe warm bed to sleep in. I promise I'll make it worth his while. And to his credit, the friend actually sounded quite interesting; a heck of a lot more interesting than Mr Snooze-fest beside me.

So that's how I found myself about to knock on yet another a strangers' door. I'd dressed to impress, as usual, which meant wearing barely anything on a particularly cold night. My nipples were hard and making themselves known, but more in the cold and irritated way than anything particularly arousing. I pre-emptively tied my hair into a ponytail while I waited. It's funny actually, that's now so much of a habit that anytime I tie it up at all, even at work, it's like my body is preparing for cock and feels empty in anticipation.

Time to dial in Mary. She and I go way back, well before my cousin somehow managed to convice her to marry him. We grew up nearby each other and are the definition of bad influences. Pretty much all of the craziest nights of my youth were spent with Mary, or under the pretense that she and I were sleeping over. So she was a natural fit for the family member to call. I suspect whoever wrote the challenge expected me to have to try and act normal with family on the line. But after the previous night I was done with playing coy. Mary was gonna' be on video for the whole thing (or at least as long as she could in her time zone), which also had the nice benefit of making sure the guy had less opportunity to be an axe murderer.

Speaking of the guy, I knocked and he answered so quickly it startled me. He looked up up and down for a bit, long enough for me to start shivering from the cold (or his gaze?), before he stood aside and let me in.
The house was old and dull (I'm really striking out on decor here). The lounge was what I imagine swingers parties looked like in the 70s; lots of cream, beige and marron. At the back was a table with an absolutely enormous collection of toys. The guy had every shape of dildo and paddle and whip imaginable. Must have taken him a good hour just to lay them all out. I thought back to Mr Boring earlier and struggled to see how he had wound up attending a party run by this guy.

Allen was what this guy went by, and he was actually really chill. We unwound with a couple of drinks and I introduced him to Mary, who was now watching on from a tripod stand for my phone. Clearly I had been jabbering away a bit too long, because soon enough she asked him: "So, are you gonna' use her or what?"
After that, he needed no further encouragement. The two of them were terrible (in the best way), just like she and I had been when we were young. I'd be tied up and have every possible shape of dildo and vibe used on every hole (even a pencil vibe down my through, which to be honest was a bit random). They'd arrange them in every possible combination and make me practice bobbing on them to whatever rhythm they chose. I was whipped, spanked and clamped when I failed, lacked sufficient enthusiasm, didn't go deep enough or gave any sense that I didn't know my place. He even had suction cups to make my tits and clit swell, and a zapper thing to sting them when we wanted to really emphasise his point. We did things that u/lauren_4a has confirmed ticks off the "so utterly depraved and morally objectionable that you cannot describe it without breaking SSC rules" box. Only on reflection do I realise how little he actually fucked me directly.

I don't know what time we finished, only that I was sore and utterly spent. In the morning he made me breakfast which was cute but a bit awkward. I offered him a parting fuck be he said he needed to clean his equipment; I guess the huge toy collection really is the main event for him

And so ends Part 3 x

I’m new to these write-ups so if you’re still reading, thank you. I’m happy to receive any feedback in the comments, and any suggestions for future challenges after the bingo ends. I crave creativity and mental masochism, so I’ll only consider things if they’re actually interesting, boundary-pushing and challenging.