Obligatory Preamble 

Hello again everyone. It’s Sarah, and I’m back on my bullshit. Here are the necessary clauses before we begin: 

Inbox clause: Guys, please use the comments section for questions and feedback specifically on this story. If you have general questions, please use my FAQ AMA thread. DMs open to sluts. Thank you for understanding! 

Ban bait incoming: Please don’t get yourself banned from the sub – I’ll feel guilty if I create more work for the mods than the average poster. Cheating related content isn’t for everyone. If you will feel the need to judge or preach in the comments, I’d recommend reviewing the rules and reading something else. Proceed at your own risk!

Breakup clause: I know I should break up with my boyfriend, you don’t need to tell me. See my FAQ AMA thread for more info. 

And now let the sluttiness commence!

Storytime Part 1: This is How Far I’m Going to Be the Perfect Slut For Him

Last time on “Sarah is a Cheating Slut,” I let my best girlfriend Amanda have her way with me in order to please my Master. As is becoming tradition, apparently, I finished the story without going into the aftermath. I wasn’t ready to say it at that time because I was still in so much shock over what had happened, but this is it: 

I, Amanda, and Master went to bed that night; I’d had a fight with my boyfriend and told him I was going to sleep over at Amanda’s, which technically was not untrue. While it wasn’t a lie, I definitely wasn’t completely honest with him about everything that happened. 

After the events of the last story, we kept on fucking. Amanda spat my Master’s cum into my mouth twice before we fell asleep. When we woke up, we did it all again. My boyfriend had sent me a million texts and I texted him back assuring him I just had a night watching Netflix with Amanda and I’d be home that day. Then I let Master fuck my mouth while Amanda ate my pussy again, then I ate Amanda’s pussy while he fucked me, then we all went in the shower to clean off and I was fucked in the shower, then Amanda and I sucked off my Master and spat his cum into each other’s mouths multiple times before swallowing it and we told him in unison that we were very grateful for the opportunity to swallow his cum. We’d been practicing it the whole time, and I’m very proud of how well we managed to say it in sync. 

Amidst all of this, we established what will be the ongoing arrangement: 

I am Jason’s – my Master’s – complete and total sub. As long as this arrangement remains in place, Amanda also has total free use access to my body. The only restrictions on this are if my Master forbids something, the limits I’ve already established in my arrangement with him, or if I choose to terminate the arrangement, which I can do any time I choose. It’s very important to me that that clause is in place, but I also, if I’m being honest, find it very hard to imagine ever using it. 

Storytime Part 2: “Shopping” with Amanda means I suck a stranger's cock in a changing room while my boyfriend is at work 

It’s Wednesday, and I go “shopping” with Amanda during the day while my boyfriend is at work. She drives, obviously, since you’ll know if you’ve been following that I don’t own a car. I’ve told my boyfriend that I want to buy something sexy to wear for him. I definitely am going to buy something sexy to wear, and he'll get to see it, but I'm really buying it for my Master.

At one point, we’re stopped at a red light, and a car next to us has a couple of guys in it looking out at us. Amanda tells me to lean over her lap, and I do as I’m told. She licks the side of my face, which makes me feel like a completely powerless little toy, which is my favorite way to feel, as they react with goonishly stereotypical facial expressions. Then we drive away from them. 

So then we’re at the department store and we’re looking around. I spot an older man with a woman who I can only assume is his wife, and he is complaining about being there for as long as they have. He’s definitely not bad looking. I do like a man with a bit of gray in his hair, and it’s very apparent not just on his head but in his beard. I remark on it to Amanda, which I should know means she’ll encourage me to do anything that’s running through my mind. And then the woman wanders away from him while he stands there looking dejected, and my heart is pounding so hard that I can only assume if things escalate further it will just blow its way out of my chest, but I have this insane desire in me to please my Master, and so I ask Amanda if it would please him if I tried to suck this guy’s cock in a changing room. She says not only would it please him but she will text him about what I’m doing while I’m doing it and I am such a fucking mess and I cannot resist. I don’t know how to go about it, though. So she gives me some advice, and I’m already creaming myself at how obviously effective it sounds. I would never in a million years be able to do this if I didn’t have the motivation of pleasing my Master. 

So I approach the man. I very awkwardly introduce myself to him and tell him that I’m asking him to give me advice on which of two swimsuits I’ve pulled of the rack (actually Amanda pulled them off the rack) I look better in. He is extremely awkward, stumbles over his adorably pathetic attempt to decline the offer, and then responds in a very sweet way when I push through my own awkwardness and insist. 

So there we are in a changing room, and I start to strip. I’m sure I am blushing like crazy at this point, but my desire to please my Master is still motivating me. I make sure to turn around while disrobing so the man gets a view of me from the front and not just behind. I hear him try to make some stumbling objections that don’t actually materialize into any real words as I’m in the process. By the time I turn around to him wearing the bikini, he’s seen everything. And I ask what he thinks. 

He stammers that he thinks I look amazing in it. Well, thanks, Mr attractive stammer man. I already know I look amazing in a bikini, so that didn’t do anything for me, and quite frankly, his lack of assertiveness would be such a turn off for me that I’d just put my regular clothes back on and walk out if it weren’t for the fact that I’m trying to do something slutty to please my Master. 

So, with my face no doubt turning red and my heart pounding relentlessly, I walk up to him, get down on my knees, and start to undo his belt. He stammers some more about how he’s married and shouldn’t be doing this, but doesn’t actually try to resist, and soon his dick is out in front of my mouth and I go for it. My deepthroating skills are continuing to improve, and I like how happy his moan is as I cram it as far down as I can. 

I remember how the first time I hooked up with my Master, he came right in my throat while his cock was in my mouth, and how I couldn’t handle it and most of it got choked up back on his dick. It was fine because I still slurped it all off of him, but I don’t want it to be like that again. I want to swallow it all down without a struggle. And I get pretty close. I choke a little, but most of it goes down. I keep sucking to make sure I get every drop. I look up at him and ask if his wife ever does this. He looks away while saying no, and I feel like the slut I want to be. 

Postscript

My boyfriend’s new job starts very soon. I don’t know exactly when is the first time he’ll be out of town, but I’ve told my Master about it and he’s assured me that as soon as I know there will be a very extensive plan. It’s going to be a story like nothing else I’ve posted. I am equally excited and terrified, which means I’m doubly excited. Most importantly, I just feel like the biggest slut in the world, and I can’t get enough of it.