After my boyfriend left me I decided that I was would be an unapologetic slut and let go of my inhibitions. I had all of these desires, and decided to no longer suppress them. The first few months were a whirlwind, having sex with my older married neighbor, my ex-boss, being gang banged more than once, fucking complete strangers, being a sub for my boyfriend's old boss and loving it, and so many more.

I went from having sex with three men in my entire life to having sex with dozens of men in less than six months. I was truly a good girl gone bad. The topper was fucking my mom's first husband! He was such a perv, and the taboo of fucking a guy that was once married to my mom made me cum so hard that my whole body would start convulsing.

The problem was they all wanted to possess me and I wanted to be a free spirit. Things were great until they wanted to own me. I was beginning to think that maybe it was time to give up being a slut, since it was creating so much drama. My next door neighbor got pissed at me when he found out he wasn't the only one I was fucking. I mean, he was married and was mad that I wasn't faithful to him! My ex-boyfriend's boss wanted me to be his sub and only fuck him.

My mom's first husband actually wanted me to be his girlfriend! That would have killed my mom - and yes, I got off fucking a man my mom was married to, but I never want her to find out about it. My goal was not to hurt my mom but to have dirty, slutty, naughty sex. Just about all of the men I saw regularly wanted me to be their exclusive pet. I loved fucking them but I didn't want to be owned by one man. At least not at that point in my life.

There was one exception and that was my ex-boss, Mr. Bradford. He never tried to own me.

He didn't fuck me when I worked for him but he definitely flirted, and he was always checking me out, staring at my ass and tits. After he let me go he offered to help me find a job and invited me to his office. Turns out Mr. Bradford was the one that got a job that night. A nice wet blowjob. In fact, he filled all of my holes that visit and many times after.

The thing about Mr. Bradford was that he liked to share me. He let a business colleague of his, Mr. Hall, and his VP of Sales, Mr. Morris fuck me too. There were dozens of times when I visited Mr. Bradford and one or both of these other men would join in.

I had a date planned with Mr. Bradford, and I really enjoyed his company. I figured after tonight I would call it quits on being a slut and just chill for a while. But that night everything changed for me.

"Just you and me tonight?" I asked, walking into his office at about 7:30 pm. I was wearing a skin-tight skirt and a silk halter top with a plunging neckline. No bra. No thong.

"The night is young," Mr. Bradford said with a grin. "And I have a surprise for you."

"Oh, I love surprises," I said, cooing.

"My wife is out of town unexpectedly for the next few days," he replied. "And I want to spend them all with you while she is gone. Are you game?"

"That sounds like fun," I answered. "We never really had an overnight. And a few days sounds awesome-licious. I bet you have some very naughty things planned."

"I must confess that since my wife told me she had to leave for a few days all I've been thinking about is what I wanted to do to you," he laughed.

"So what do you want to do to me?" I asked in a soft, sexy voice.

"Bad, bad things," he said getting up and reaching one hand into my shirt and squeezing one of my luscious 36DD titties. His other hand went up my skirt and started rubbing my already swollen clit. He put his lips against mine, sticking his tongue into my mouth. I sucked his tongue like a cock and moaned as he pulled my nipple and pushed one of his fingers into my wet cunt.

"You are going to be my fucktoy for the next few days," Mr. Bradford said. "And you are going to do everything I tell you to do with no questions asked." He pushed a second finger inside me and I moaned.

"Say it," he commanded as I felt his two fingers swirl inside my wet, tight cunt.

"I'm going to be your fucktoy for the next few days and do everything you tell me with no questions asked," I answered in soft, short breaths as I spoke, submitting to him completely.

Mr. Bradford pulled his fingers from my wet cunt and I cleaned them, sucking my own sweet wetness.

I thought early that day that I would give up being a slut, but I was so turned on at that moment that I knew I wasn't ready to go back to being a good girl. There was something deep inside me that needed this. Craved it. Hungered for it.

"Come, fucktoy," he said grabbing my ass. "It's time to use you as you were meant to be used."

We left his office and got into his car. As we drove he played with my tits and rubbed my clit. He wouldn't let me touch him yet because he was "saving it".

After about thirty minutes we pulled into a driveway that lead up a hill and around a bend. It was a secluded adult store. I had no idea what we were doing there. Maybe Mr. Bradford wanted to pick up some toys for us to play with over the next few days, forgetting that I was the toy - the only one he needed.

We walked in and the place was fairly brightly lit and pretty crowded. All men. Each one of them glanced at me as Mr. Bradford pulled me straight into the back. I could feel them looking at my tits and my ass and my whole body. We were walking so quickly it made my titties bounce, but I exaggerated the bounce even more so they could all get a good look. There were at least a dozen men of different ages but most of them looked over thirty or forty, and some even overy fifty.

Mr. Bradford pulled me into a small, dark room. It had a small television screen. He put in some money and a porn movie started playing. He sat down in a chair and told me to take off all my clothes except my heels.

"Of course," I said. I can't remember the last time I had sex without my fuck-me-pumps on.

I took off my clothes and put on a little show for Mr. Bradford. And yes, I did notice the holes on both sides of the small room. I knew Mr. Bradford wasn't the only one getting a show. I danced slowly swiveling my hips and pushing my big tits together. Then I would bounce my tits up and down and up and down. I heard moans when I did that. I turned around and shook my ass for Mr. Bradford, and then bent over slowly. He spanked me, and I moaned.

I got on my knees and unzipped Mr. Bradford, pulling out his cock. I hungrily consumed his cock, sucking it like it was sweet candy in my mouth. I felt him grab the top of my head. First he turned me right, and I saw a rigid cock sticking out of the hole connecting the next room. Then he turned my head left and there was another one.

I looked up at Mr. Bradford, wondering what he wanted me to do. Knowing how much he liked getting his friends to use me, I immediately thought that he brought me here not just to be watched by strangers. That he wanted to let them play with his fucktoy.

Our eyes met. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I stood up. He kept looking at me. I walked slowly to the right side of the room. I stood next to the hard cock just inches away. Mr. Bradford's eyes locked on me.

Yes, I'd had sex with strangers before. Men that I met in a bar, a store and even gang bangs. But this was different somehow. It was so anonymous. There was no flirting. Absolutely no personal connection. I didn't even know what he looked like. Just a cock sticking out of a hole.

I took the cock in my hand and heard the man on the other side moan. I rubbed it up and down. Slowly at first, up and down and up and down. It was so hard and hot.

I was looking at Mr. Bradford the whole time. He told me to get on my knees. I obeyed. The cock was just inches from my face. I pumped it faster and faster. My breathing was getting heavier and heavier. My pussy was pulsating. I had not felt this naughty, this dirty in such a long time.

It was exhilarating.

Mr. Bradford reached into his pocket and threw me a small packet. It was a condom.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"I want you to be yourself," he said.

I reached down and picked up the condom and took off the wrapper. While I did that the cock disappeared and a hand reached out and started feeling up my tits. He squeezed them and bounced them and even gave my nipple a slap. I took hold of his hand and put one of his fingers in my mouth and sucked it. The man on the other side laughed a little. He pulled his hand back and the cock reemerged.

I took the condom and put it over the cock. I looked up at Mr. Bradford as he stood over me. I reached up and rubbed his cock with one hand and the stranger's cock with the other. I leaned forward and sucked on Mr. Bradford, still jerking the other man.

Then I took Mr. Bradford's cock out of my mouth, turned my head quickly, and swallowed the stranger's dick in one big gulp. I took it deep and I sucked it hard. The man on the other side of the wall groaned.

"Yeah, suck it," I heard the voice say. "Suck my cock, you big titted slut."

I pushed my mouth deeper down on his cock desperate to get it all the way down my throat. I needed to feel the tip of his dick rubbing the back of my throat.

"Oh fuck," the voice said. "Fucking yes. Deep throat me, slut."

I felt the cock begin to erupt, and heard the voice start to moan and then cry out as his cum burst up from his balls and through his dick and inside the condom in my mouth. I did it. I really did it. I made a complete stranger cum, someone that I'd never met, never talked to and didn't even know what he looked like. That was super slut behavior. And I loved it.

Mr. Bradford picked me up off my knees and handed me another condom and pointed me to the cock sticking out of the hole on the other wall. I walked right over and covered it with the condom, bent over, and started sucking. No hesitation. The new voice on the other side of the wall moaned. I sucked harder.

I felt Mr. Bradford press his cock against my very wet pussy and push hard inside of me. I was so turned on that a few strokes later I was cumming all over his cock. He laughed because he knew how much I would love being used like this.

Mr. Bradford pulled out of me and made me stand up. He then turned me around and bent me over and pushed me up against the cock sticking out of the wall. He wanted me to fuck it. I looked up at him. He looked back at me. I could feel the cock from the wall pressing against me, trying to find my hole. Mr. Bradford wanted me to fuck him and I couldn't help but think this was a step too far even for me.

"Don't think," Mr. Bradford said. "Just be what you were meant to be."

The voice on the other side of the wall moaned as I helped guide his cock deep into my hot young pussy. I was so unbelievably turned on as the man pounded me from behind. Mr. Bradford held on to my shoulders, bracing me against the man's hard thrusts. I came again feeling the stranger's cock stretch my cunt.

The man on the other side of the wall fucked me harder, hearing and feeling me cum on his cock. Mr. Bradford laughed and said I was such a good fucktoy.

"That's it," he said. "Let go. Be the slut you always wanted to be."

I heard Mr. Bradford speaking to me as the cock in the wall slammed my cunt. His words connected deeply with me, and I wanted desperately to make this stranger cum, and then the new cock that was sticking out of the wall on the left. I looked at the new cock as I was being fucked. I hoped it did not go away before I had a chance to get to it. I squeezed the cock with my cunt as he pumped me. He was getting close.

"Shoot it," I said desperately. "Cum for me. I want to make you cum so bad."

"Yeah," the voice behind the wall said. "Get my cum out of my balls, you fucking slut."

"Give it to me," I said fucking him back as he thrust into me. "Give me that fucking cum."

"Get it, bitch," the voice yelled. "Drain my fucking balls."

"I'll drain every fucking drop," I shouted.

"You fucking cumwhore," the voice said. "Fucking cumbucket cunt."

"Yes," I cried. "I want it all."

I felt the cock shove deeper and the man grunted as he pumped and pumped. I trembled as the man came, shouting the words "fucking slut" over and over again.

As soon as he pulled out I rushed over to the new cock on the other side of the wall and jerked it off. Mr. Bradford tossed me another condom. I unwrapped it and rolled it over the cock. I turned around and backed up into the cock. Both the man on the other side and I moaned at the same time as his cock entered my very wet and hot pussy. I fucked his cock until we both came, and then rushed to the other side and fucked another new cock. And then another. And another. Making them all cum and all of them making me cum. Back and forth from one wall to the other as new cocks appeared until Mr. Bradford stopped me.

"No more condoms, slut," he said shrugging. "What are you going to do?"

I held the latest cock in my hand and rubbed it passionately up and down. I looked at Mr. Bradford and he gave me a devilish smile. I gave him a devilish smile back.

I dropped to my knees, opened my mouth and sucked the cock. Mr. Bradford told me later that it was called a BBBJ or bareback blowjob. Yes, I sucked the cock bareback. I sucked it hard. I sucked it deep. I sucked it and licked it and kissed it until it blew its load in my mouth. Oh god, I was so hungry for a nice load of cum! The cock in the wall came so much, and I lovingly ate every single drop but it still wasn't enough. I ran to the other side of the room and sucked the next cock that was waiting for me. I gave him a BBBJ without hesitation until he blasted his hot load down my throat.

I am sure that everyone in the store knew that the big titted young slut that walked in earlier was fucking and sucking everyone, because there was an endless supply of cocks. I bet some of them even called their friends to not miss out.

I don't know how long we were there or how many cocks I sucked and fucked. By the end of the night I was exhausted, my jaw hurt and my belly felt full. I collapsed after the last blow job.

Mr. Bradford stood in front of me. He reached down and helped me to stand. He threw me down on the chair and spread my legs and shoved his hard cock into my cunt.

"You are my slut," he said slamming me.

"Yes, I am your slut," I said.

"You are my cumdump," he said ramming me.

"Yes, I am your cumdump," I said.

"You will do whatever I tell you to do," he said pounding me.

"Yes I will do whatever you tell me to do," I said.

"And I will take good care of you," he said. "My sweet little slut."

We both came together as I finally felt Mr. Bradford's unprotected cock erupt in my pussy, and it felt so nice. I was so tired from my sexual escapades, but I was so ready for a good fucking that my orgasm almost made me pass out. My eyes rolled back in my head and I made a sound like an animal as I spasmed on his cock, over and over again.

After we both recovered we got dressed and headed out. The men all applauded me as we walked out. I was embarrassed, but also couldn't stop laughing. There were so many of them, and I'd made each one of them cum. They were all saying things, asking for my email address and phone number. Asking if I was coming back tomorrow. We just ignored them and left.

We got back to the hotel and Mr. Bradford put me in a warm bath and washed me gently. We kissed.

"We have a big day tomorrow," he said. "So get your rest. You will need it."

He lifted me out of the bath, dried me off, and then tucked me into bed. He stroked my hair gently with his hand and kissed my forehead. I drifted into a deep sleep, feeling happy and sexy and safe.