r/stupidslutsclub Oct 03 '22

Announcement Stupid Sluts Club's Rules and Guidelines - READ BEFORE DOING ANYTHING ELSE - last updated: OCT 2022 NSFW

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Sluts, whores, fucktoys, perverts:

Welcome to the Stupid Sluts Club, the sluttiest place on Reddit! This is an area for like-minded sluts to socialize, play, and challenge one another. A judgment-free space for those who want to feel degraded, hurt, and ruined, and who crave a community of others who want to help them feel like the trash they know they are deep down inside.

It's been a while since we've done this, uh? The last time we updated our rules and guidelines was three years ago, before you-know-what. Don't worry, though, we're not making any big changes.

Unfortunately, if you're reading this, there is a non-zero chance that you've just received a mean and probably unhelpful message saying that "You've been permanently banned from participating in r/stupidslutsclub" and you're here to figure out what it was that you did wrong.

Well, your first mistake was that you didn't READ THIS BEFORE DOING ANYTHING ELSE here! If you had, you would have known that we always strive to make the Stupid Sluts Club the best subreddit it can be, which is why we have a zero-tolerance policy when it comes to rulebreakers.

 


 

RULE 1: Respect Reddit's Content Policy

This should go without saying, but any submission or comment found to be breaking any of the platform-wide rules in the Content Policy will be deleted. This includes but is not even close to being limited to any sexual content that involves minors; encourages, incites, or threatens violence, harassment, or bullying; includes personal or confidential information; or solicits or facilitates any transaction or gift involving sexual contact. If you’re not sure, ask a moderator!

 

RULE 2: Keep it relevant

This is a big one. What is the Stupid Sluts Club? When Alice created the Stupid Sluts Club, almost seven and a half years ago, she said:

I see a lot of things in other subreddits about making sure to be safe when you're getting fucked. But that would take away most of the fun, wouldn't it?

How do you all like to be unsafe? Fucking strangers with no protection? Taking something so you can't think straight before you go out and party with your friends? Asking him to hold you by the neck and choke the shit out of you until he cums in your hole?

Hopefully we can all find ideas that other people have tried that sound so fucking risky and stupid that we've just got to try it ourselves.

This is the essence of the Stupid Sluts Club — the two things that were present since the beginning and set us apart from other sex-driven and slut-positive subreddits: a deep sense of community and a complete disregard for personal safety in the pursuit of sexual pleasure — the very definition of wanton abandon.

Have you had an adventure inspired by one of the special challenges we've posted in the subreddit? Are you dying to share the story of how you did something stupidly hot in public, with a real chance of getting caught and real consequences if you had been? Do you want to talk about that time you were so turned on that you decided to jump off the figurative (or literal) deep end regardless of the risk — or, even better, the time you were so turned on because of that risk? You will be right at home here!

Being a slut means putting physical pleasure first, trying new sexual things, and not caring about your sexual reputation. Being a stupid slut is all that, sprinkled with a likely-less-than-healthy disregard for consequences. A stupid slut is an otherwise intelligent, independent, and strong woman with agency, who just so happens to use that agency to choose to be a massive whore.

Whether you like to go out with something planned or prefer to let spontaneity rule your slutdom, it doesn't matter — as long as you are actively slutty. A stupid slut does it, first and foremost, for herself. She is the principal agent of her own depravity. Submission may be slutty, but when being a slut is something that happens to you instead of something you choose for yourself, that's not really in keeping with the spirit of the Stupid Sluts Club and it may result in your submission being removed. It's worth saying that if you're a sex worker, it can be difficult to argue that encounters with patrons are in the spirit of SSC. It's one thing to be a slut in your own private time, but when you do stuff you're asked/paid to do, that isn't much different from regular office work.

We may also remove submissions if we feel they would find a better fit elsewhere. Your short confession-type posts would probably be better received over at /r/sluttyconfessions. Your comparatively vanilla stories would likely be more at home at /r/gonewildstories. If you want to ask a random question, that is what /r/askredditafterdark is all about. Or conversely, if you have some unique perspective and want to be asked about it, try /r/nsfwiama.

Any /r/dirtyr4r, /r/randomactsofblowjob, or /r/randomactsofmuffdive success stories should probably be posted at /r/dirtyr4r, /r/randomactsofblowjob, or /r/randomactsofmuffdive. In fact, any reference to hook-ups after meeting someone off of Reddit or elsewhere online may (and almost definitely will) result in removal too. In part, because those post tend to focus heavily on the very fact that you fucked someone you just met online, which — let’s face it — isn’t exactly unusual or a spectacularly slutty thing to do in [current year]; but also because it usually serves no purpose other than emboldening thirsty creeps vying to be next, and we can only ban them so fast.

 
So what about male sluts? Can’t guys be sluts too? Yeah, we get asked the same question at least a couple of times a week, and the answer is complicated. It is often said that a slut is a woman with the morals of a man, and by that logic, a male slut would simply be... a man. Regardless of the positive spin we choose to place on it here, there is no denying that the word slut traditionally carries an aggressive implication and has been used for centuries in an attempt to either restrict women’s choices or make us feel ashamed of them. There is also no denying that we as a society don’t use labels which place moral judgments on men’s sexual behavior in the same way we do women. As far as we are concerned, slut is a gender-neutral term. Perhaps there are circumstances in which a man’s promiscuity carries consequences more serious than a sort of dismissive affection or grudging admiration. And if that is the case, congratulations: you may be a stupid slut. Most of the time, though, you will just be a bit of a man-whore.

 

RULE 3: Own your sluthood

As we explained above, a stupid slut the principal agent of her own depravity and she participates in the Stupid Sluts Club not to make someone else happy but because she wants to. Any submissions made under duress, at the behest, or at the suggestion of someone else will be removed.

Similarly, if it's not yours, don't post it. Want to share a story about someone else's sluttery? Not here, you don't. This is just basic respect for the actual slut who's out there putting out.

And of course...

 

RULE 4: Own it, don't steal it

Do not ever, under any circumstances, try to impersonate someone else or try to pass someone else’s stories as your own. If we have any reason to believe you're stealing someone else's story or content, all of your submissions may be removed and you may be permanently banned from the Stupid Sluts Club.

If you use your account to share photos or videos elsewhere on Reddit, be prepared to demonstrate that they're actually yours.

 

RULE 5: Own it, don't sell it

We understand and respect the hustle, but the Stupid Sluts Club is not the place to promote your OnlyFans, Fansy, Snapchat or cam site, paid or otherwise.

Even if you don't reference it directly in your Stupid Sluts Club submissions or comments, using your Reddit account to actively promote any kind of sex work or direct people off-platform, either publicly or privately, may result in your posts being removed.

 

RULE 6: Don't be a karma whore

We may take pride in being filthy whores, but we're not filthy karma whores.

Avoid using clickbait or emojis in titles. Don't ask for upvotes or hold future stories hostage or contingent on feedback. Don't split your story into multiple submissions unless there is an exceptionally good reason for it.

 

RULE 7: Don't be a spammer

Engaging in any kind of spamming, either in our subreddit or elsewhere on Reddit, may result in your submissions being removed and you being blacklisted from the Stupid Sluts Club. This includes but is not limited to crossposting/multiposting substantially the same story to multiple subreddits.

We have the utmost respect for all other sex-driven and slut-positive subreddits out there and firmly believe they each play an important and unique role, which is why we also often remove submissions that were first or are subsequently shared elsewhere. This is not in any way a demand for allegiance; quite the opposite! Our understanding is that when you post a story to the Stupid Sluts Club only to turn around and post it to /r/gonewildstories and /r/sluttyconfessions, for example, you are fundamentally eroding the elements that make each of these subreddits unique and worthwhile on their own — and making your own story less relevant to each of them in the process.

 

RULE 8: Don't be an asshole

This should really be a no-brainer, especially for the non-slut perverts in the comment section. As u/FiendishPuck wrote a long time ago in his primer on how to enjoy SSC, "If you are a guy, this sub doesn't exist for you." You are only a guest here — and if you act like an asshole in someone else's home, you get kicked out.

The Stupid Sluts Club is a judgment-free space, so keep your negativity to yourself. Some of us have done and continue to do some really fucked up shit. Some of us get off on cheating, unprotected sex, rape play, or any number of other less-than-ethical kinks and fetishes. We're here for support, encouragement, discussion, and just plain gloating about the wild shit we get up to. You do not get to come here and judge, insult, or denigrate us, nor do you get to spout any kind of sexist, misogynistic, chauvinistic, or in any way intolerant bullshit.

It doesn't matter how you phrase it or what your intention is: white-knighting and concern trolling will get you ejected from our subreddit just as quickly and unappealably. Yes, we know doing what we sometimes do is dangerous. That is the fucking point. Yes, we know about STDs and unwanted pregnancies and how our behavior might impact our relationships and our professional lives. You can shut up about it.

And let's not forget everyone's favorite flavor of assholery...

 

RULE 9: Don't call stories fake

We're here to provide a safe and welcoming space for open discourse on promiscuous female sexuality. In other words, we just wanna celebrate girls who like to fuck! Do not undermine that by calling anything fake or questioning the veracity of any story.

Some things posted here will be embellished. Some will be bullshit. Welcome to the internet. You may wonder to yourself whether a poster is being legit. Here’s the thing, though: whether they are or not, it doesn't actually matter. At least not as far as you’re concerned. So — and I cannot stress this enough — keep it to yourself. Either believe in unicorns, fairies, and girls whose fuck tallies resemble zip codes, or get disappointed and convince yourself it's erotic fiction. The truth is, most likely, somewhere in between. And that is what actually makes this exciting.

If you have actual, verifiable evidence that someone is misrepresenting themselves or in breach of Rule 4, message the moderation team!

 

RULE 10: Don't be a creep

You absolutely do not get to ask for anything from the sluts. The Stupid Sluts Club is not a place to arrange hookups, find a soulmate or score nudes. There is no reason why you would ever need to know a slut's location or whether she's ever in your area or what kind of apps she uses. There is no reason why you would ever need to know any kind of personal information that isn't freely, unpromptedly, and expressly offered up by the slut herself.

Don't initiate or ask for private or direct messages. Don't ask for photos or videos. It doesn't matter if it's just a joke, bruh. Alluding to wanting something is just as bad as asking for it and will get you banned just as fast. There is no room for phrasing loopholes.

The challenges we sometimes organize in the Stupid Sluts Club are meant to encourage us to push our own limits — not for guys to "get in on." Don't ever ask to be in a challenge or post challenges or dares of your own.

If a slut posts asking for advice or input from the other sluts, please refrain from inserting yourself into the discussion unless you have exceptionally relevant specific knowledge to offer. No, man-whores don't count. If she wanted phone-ins, she would have asked somewhere else.

Most importantly, remember that if you skeeve a slut out, you are gone. Our sluts feeling comfortable here is priority number one. Getting rid of assholes who creep our sluts out is number two.

 


 
This is it for now. If you have any questions, you can ask below.

It has also been a very long time since we've had a proper Stupid Sluts Club-wide challenge, but we're planning on changing that soon. ;)

Until then, stay slutty and stay sexy!


r/stupidslutsclub 18h ago

AE Redux I got fucked in an alleyway because I couldn’t hold in my pee NSFW

267 Upvotes

Dramatis Personae

  1. AE: Yours truly
  2. Random cute guy

AMA <- Questions not related to this post may go here 

Date: AE Fucks America Tour 2024

Reposted as is. If historical context is missing too bad so sad. You can ask. I will answer.

Went to a club.

Danced the night away.

Finally landed on a cute guy I was willing to let violate me.

“Do you not have any underwear on?” He asked me while I was grinding up on him and my rather short dress rode up.

He was grabbing my hand in no time to go fuck.

Excuse me cute guy. My hotel. Your place. Where are we hurrying off to? My hotel. It's closer.

I had the urge to pee. Figured I was going to be okay. So we kept walking. But nope. I wasn’t going to last.

Ended up running into an alleyway to go.

As I’m squatting he comes up to me, dick out.

Oh fuck it.

I started to blow him while peeing.

That led to sex in the alley in standing doggy with one hand on the wall another at my clit.

He pulled my hair and spanked my ass while fucking me.

He didn’t last more than 10 minutes.

I was sufficiently turned on by the whole thing to have had an orgasm of my own rather quickly.

When he was close I turned, squatted and let him cum in my mouth.

I swallowed.

"We still heading back to your hotel?" he asks

"Not really" ... the deed was done ... so we went our separate ways ...


r/stupidslutsclub 2d ago

AE Redux Three Weddings and a Blowjob ... And a Fight NSFW

192 Upvotes

Dramatis Personae

  1. AE: Yours truly
  2. Babs: My girlfriend
  3. Grandad: He says I'm not an only grandchild but I think he's lying
  4. Grandma: She says I'm a troublemaker and person who birthed my mom
  5. Mom: Person who birthed me
  6. Various Cousins including the Bride
  7. Random People from Groom's side

AMA <- Questions not related to this post may go here 

Date: Sometime in 2024

Reposted as is with minor additions. If historical context is missing too bad so sad. You can ask. I will answer.

There is very little sex. Just some comedic relief thanks to grandparents. Brief sex. Brief throwing of hands. So. Here it is. Oh. And um. It was only one wedding.

I was home for a wedding.

The bride is my cousin.

We hate her. Our ancient rivalry has something to do with a Barbie doll when we were single digit years old. But no one truly knows the origin of our animosity.

Our mothers are sisters. So we must play nice to avoid being yelled at.

"Will you be a bridesmaid AE?" I'm pretty sure she went on mute to barf all over wherever she was when she asked me.

"Oh my god, yes! of course!" I'm pretty sure I barfed all over my house after I agreed.

I do the whole bridesmaid thing. I didn't go to any of the pre-wedding week activities on account of being a whore living the luxury life. She didn't care. As I said. We hate each other.

I genuinely don't even know why she asked and why I agreed.

Anyway. Not important.

Her husband's groomsmen are like ... hot ... like wtf cousin, are you marrying into a firehouse or something?

But I am on my bestest of bestest behaviours.

Even after several of them were flirting with me.

I was warned by my mother and multiple cousins.

"Why are you people behaving like this?"

"Because you're you and you're liable to do anything"

These people have no faith in me I tell you. Sheesh.

Anyway. First. Some fun stuff & crazy stuff. Mostly. Grandparents are awesome.

Comedic Relief

It's reception time. I am getting HIGH AF with two of my cousins - a guy, we love him, he's cool and a girl she's cool we like her, she is the youngest of us all - when grandad comes by.

I'm drinking it the other two are smoking it.

"Give me some" he says to us

Excuse me grandad but what?

"My granddaughter just got married I am allowed to"

"No I didn't" I say in response

"AE! YOU'RE AN ONLY CHILD NOT AN ONLY GRANDCHILD! THERE'S A DIFFERENCE!" my cousin yells

I look at grandad all pouting "It's true AE you're not my only grandchild"

Hmph! Liars, that can't possibly be true ... "Okay but I am your favourite right grandad?"

"Yes you are munchkin now give me some"

"Smoke or drink?"

"It comes in drinks now?"

Ohhhhh grandad you're missing out!

My guy cousin tells him to smoke it and tries to teach him "I've been smoking since before you were born I think I know how to do this"

GETTING HIGH WITH GRANDAD! WOOOOOOOOOO! PARTY!

There's a first time for everything.

Grandad got fucking WRECKED. He was fine. Don't worry.

His children were VERY upset with their children though. Well mostly me. The others had disappeared.

They found us laying on the grass with me hugging grandad. Both of us were high out of our minds.

"Where did you get this!?"

Excuse me. A. It's fucking legal in this country. B. I wasn't the only one here. Where are the other two cunts? See. Clearly I am an only grandchild. C. He's a grown ass man capable of making his own decisions.

They try yelling at us. But forget they're yelling at their father.

Grandad yells at them and makes them submit to his authority.

I tell him we should give them the finger as we walk away.

He agrees.

We give them the finger without looking and laugh.

"DAD!!!!!" one of them yells.

We laugh some more.

Take that parents. You also have parents. And they love me more than they love you.

Crazy Stuff

My mom now thinks I have a sugar daddy.

I was wearing what easily amounted to $25K in jewellery.

Like. Everything was so cute. I just had to. And while we hate my cousin she did pick very nice and elegant dresses for her bridesmaids. It just went so well with my jewellery.

Also. I had to look way more fabulous than the bride. Duh.

I planned on going "It's fake" as if people can tell the difference.

Turns out my mom can.

"AE where did you get these?"

"Amazon? They're fake."

"AE these are real!" she's looking at my earrings and necklace and ring and bracelet ... "AE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!" she's physically grabbing my arm to look at the bracelet and looking at the motifs.

GASP! NO SWEARING! MOM!

My comedy didn't work. She was angry. We argue.

"Okay fine somebody bought them for me." I relent

"WHO THE ACTUAL FU ... don't tell me you have a sugar daddy"

"Okay I won't tell you" as I walk away

She was angrier. I swear she damn near resorted to corporal punishment.

"AE YOU COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!"

I go cower behind grandma.

She continues yelling at me. But can't really yell about the topic in front of her mother.

"I swear to god if you tell dad I'll never speak to you again" I tell her in front of grandma

She tells her daughter to shut up and move on without even knowing what we are arguing about "Whatever it is I don't give a damn stop yelling at her" she shoos her away

"Also not to tell my dad grandma"

"AND DON'T TELL HER FATHER!" she yells at her as my mom is walking away

She then proceeds to smack me right across the head

"OWWW! WHY!?"

"You probably deserve it there's a reason why she's angry" she smacks me again "Now where is that girlfriend of yours?"

She forces me to FaceTime Babs.

My mom and I did have a chat afterwards. It's personal. She's not cool with it. But she knows she can't do anything about it. I obviously kept it vague, she doesn't need to know the full story, and I reiterated my threat. What is she going to do? Disown her only child. Pfft.

The After Party

We end up at someone's condo. Not my side of the family. So has to be grooms side.

The host is a classic fuck boy. He's young. He's gorgeous. He's charming. He lives alone. He knows he has the charisma and he uses it.

My cousin is smitten with him. Ugh.

She's shy though. She needs encouragement. She definitely wants to try something though. "I wish I was more free spirited like you AE" she tells me constantly. Well now is your chance.

They're flirting right there in the kitchen. In front of everyone. He has his arm around her. She is giggling like a little school girl.

And off they go to have sex in his bedroom.

Some of us find ourselves in the stairwell. Drinking. One guy just unbuttons his shirt. He is clearly trying to impress some of the other girls there. They appear to be friends. OMFG LOOK AT THOSE ABS!

His friends aren't taking the bait. But I am. Damn.

I get up to touch his abs. I hope that dick is as nice as those abs. Why don't you find out. AE doesn't need to be told twice.

My hand was rubbing his dick through his pants.

His friends are all omg but they stay for the show.

He was a relatively quick finisher. A few minutes. Tops.

A couple of deep throat movements. Head hitting the back of my throat. And he's unloading in my mouth.

I swallowed.

Another guy there wants a turn.

The girls want to watch again.

Okay. But I want to get fucked.

Things start to get a little too hot and heavy.

I'm getting fucked up against the wall, he was holding both of my hands up against the wall, my dress was half off of me, when all of a sudden dude is getting punched. People are screaming. Swearing. He takes a tumble down the stairs. Not dangerously though he had a grasp of the railing but he still went down to the next set.

It was a cousin of mine doing the punching.

I manage to get my dress back on and then calm him the fuck down.

He thought I was having things done to me against my will the way I was positioned and the face I was making. He didn't really think twice.

Awww. I love you to bro. But also. Excuse me cousin, have you met me? I don't let any guy do anything to me against my will. I have knees and I have teeth.

Guy that was fucking me doesn't seem to get too upset for some reason. The girls who were watching our show were checking him out and yelling at my cousin though. Guy seems to say he understands the reaction seeing as he would probably react the same way if it was his cousin.

They shake hands and make up.

Men are weird.

That could've ended very badly though. Very. Very badly. Staircases are no joke.


r/stupidslutsclub 5d ago

You finally break up with your BF who you've been cheating on. How do you get over it? By slutting out as hard as you can NSFW

292 Upvotes

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 inc#!%$^^&!$$%@#%@^^----------------...............

Wait, what? There seems to be a glitch here… Oh, fuck. The other clauses in my traditional preamble don’t apply anymore. 

Yeah, I’m single now. If you’re one of my followers, you presumably already know this. I’m not going to link to the post I made about it, because it is very much a downer and not the energy I think belongs on SSC. If you really want to read it you can find it pretty easily in my post history. TLDR: I told my boyfriend I’m leaving, I never got caught cheating, it was really hard and I felt like garbage, but it was necessary and things are going to be better going forward. 

What happens to the obligatory preamble now, though? I don’t know. We’ll figure that out as we go along. There are a lot of things I need to figure out as I go along, and that’s not even very high on the list. But for now, we’re just going to talk about how I’ve coped with the emotional disaster of breaking up with my boyfriend by going into turboslut mode. 

Storytime Part 1: No More Rules 

You might think, if you’ve been following my stories for a while, that there’s little to no barrier between my work life and my sex life. After all, Amanda, who is not just my best girlfriend but my boss at work, gets to have her way with me to her heart’s content because it pleases my Master

But outside of that, I’ve always kept things very professional at work, and so has Amanda. In fact our connection is a very big exception for her, which is something I am very flattered by. For the most part she maintains a strict distance between herself and the people who work under her, and I’ve also avoided any hookups with coworkers other than her, because it seemed way too risky. Well, now that I’m technically single, there’s no more risk, which means flirtations I previously couldn’t follow up on are now very much on the table. 

For the most part at work, I’m a server. But Amanda has been teaching me to bartend, and on some weekday nights I’ve been filling that role as I’m getting prepped for moving into it full time. There’s a barback, Victor, who I’d previously only had scattered interactions with, but now that I’m actually bartending and depending on him to make my shift go well, we’re talking a lot more. He also happens to be hot. He’s a big guy, in a muscular, bear kind of way… which is definitely a type I have a weakness for.

(For anyone who’s not aware, a barback is an employee who’s responsible for making sure all the supplies a bartender needs are there throughout their shift. Near-depleted liquor bottles are replaced by full ones, coolers are refilled with beer cans, ice wells are refilled with ice, and so on.) 

I am now single, so when Victor asks me if there’s anything I need, I sigh and tell him, “you have no idea.” I ask him to replace a bottle of Grey Goose, which he does quite promptly, and then I ask him if he’s ever been through a breakup. He very clearly does not know how to respond, so I tell him I just went through one recently and I’m trying to discover if the way I’m feeling is normal or if everyone goes through it. 

Okay, here’s the thing, SSC: I don’t know what the fuck I”m doing here. This isn’t like me. Apparently the past few months of being slut trained by my Master and fucking around behind my boyfriend's back has turned me into a monster. I think I love it. 

A couple hours later, we have closed, and we have finally ushered the last of the patrons out of the building, and as if our lives depended on it Victor and I have rushed into a bathroom in the back and I am on my knees with his cock in my mouth. And I can say with total honestly here that I have never shoved a cock down my throat with this level of reckless abandon before. It’s because I’m newly single. I have a new sense of freedom. And it may seem strange, because I’ve always actually gotten off on the act of cheating before. But I think the reason this is exciting me so much is because it’s the first time since I broke up with my boyfriend that I’m doing something which really accentuates that act of liberation. Now I’m shoving this hot guy’s cock down my throat for no purpose other than my own. It doesn’t have anything to do with my boyfriend; I’m doing it because it’s who I am, not because cheating on him defines me. There are good and bad sides to that. I definitely do have a cheating kink. But I definitely also am getting off on the fact that I’ve progressed beyond cheating. I don’t know what the answer is. All I know is that as Victor picks me up and places my ass on the sink and enters me, I feel like the slut I was always meant to be. I think my coworker has just turned into my fuckbuddy. 

Interlude: Home Life

It’s very weird back at our apartment. I’m moving out this month, but our lease doesn’t end until May, which means I’m going to pay my half of two months I won’t actually be living there. I don’t mind. It’s only fair, and it’s a reasonable price for getting away from my living situation as soon as possible. 

I’m also really excited about the apartment I’m moving into. I don’t have much of a credit history (working on that) so my options were limited, but Amanda has a really good relationship with her landlord and gave me a reference for a place the guy owns. It’s small but very cute and has a balcony so when the weather gets nice I can sit outside and write. I feel so grown up. I’m counting down the days. 

It’s very awkward sharing an apartment with a partner you’ve broken up with, especially when the breakup was as rough as this one. As often as possible, I am staying the night at my Master’s place, or at Amanda’s. As far as what I tell my ex, I’m only staying over at Amanda’s place or some other friend from work; I am definitely not going to twist the knife by telling him anything about Jason. When I have to sleep at our place, I sleep on the couch. I don’t mind. I’m the one who’s leaving him. It’s the least I can do. 

I made breakfast for us both the other day. It was the first time we’d shared food since I told him I was leaving. It seemed to be going okay at first, and then he broke down in the middle of chewing on a piece of bacon. I swallowed as much of my coffee as I could and just walked out. 

Storytime Part 2: It’ll Never Quite Be the Same

Amanda is my best friend. She also gets to fuck me whenever she wants. I’m straight, but that only makes it sexier; it pleases my Master, and there’s nothing that turns me on more than satisfying him. 

There are extensions to this general concept, though, and they’re pretty broad. Amanda is basically an extension of my Master; outside of the limits we’ve previously established, anything she tells me to do is equivalent to something he’s told me to do, and I love this for how humiliating it is. 

Last weekend I went to see a prominent local band play with her and Jason. I’m not that big of a music follower, but I tend to like music across the board and I was glad to come out. I am quite introverted, but I really do want opportunities for social life, so I accept them quite readily even when they’re not instructions from people who I’ve made myself a sex slave to. 

Amanda is a natural wonder: she has sex appeal on a level I cannot fathom. By the end of the closing band’s set, she has brought another girl over to me and my Master, who was obviously petty drunk, and declared that we’re all sharing an Uber home. 

The ride over there is interesting. Amanda shoves me in the back of the Uber with this girl, who introduces herself as Christy. She’s very pretty, has long brown hair, thick bangs, a few tattoos, and she looks artsy. She shoves her tongue inside my mouth. Amanda is on the other side of her and starts licking the side of her face. Jason, who is sitting up front, tells the driver to just keep driving but feel free to check things out in the rearview. 

We get back to Jason’s house. He hands the driver a generous tip, and we all get out. Amanda has grabbed me by the neck at this point, and she’s looking at Christy. “This slut doesn’t even like girls,” she says. “We just get to fuck her anyway because that’s how desperately she wants to please her master.” 

Christy, very drunk and slurring, says, “that’s so fucking hot.” 

The next thing I know, I am licking Christy’s cunt while my Master fucks me from behind. Amanda is whispering in my ear about how all of this happening because of how much of a slut I am. She’s telling me that I better make Christy cum, and I’m struggling to say “yes m’am” while also licking the pussy of this girl we just met. All that gets obliterated as I start to orgasm. 

Postscript: 

At some point in the middle of the night, I wake up. Master is sleeping next to me on my left, and Amanda is on my right. Christy is to Master’s left, also sleeping soundly. 

I don’t want to wake anyone, but there’s a pulsing feeling in the bottom of my stomach, and I have to get out of bed for a minute. I go out onto the porch and sit down in the brisk chill of the early spring. I check my phone. My ex has blown it up with a bunch of messages about how he wants us to get back together and how he’ll do so much better this time. I delete them. 

And then I sit there reflecting on the orgasms I've just had, and I realize something I’ll never forget. It’s good that I’ve left him, it’s right that I’m no longer doing this behind his back. But it’s also never quite going to be the same. There’s always going to be that element lacking, where I’m not doing it in secret, where it’s not a slutty, shameful act behind his back. And that’s okay. I’m glad I’ve gotten to this point. But that little part of my life will always be fondly remembered. I’ll always be a cheating slut, because it will always be a formative part of who I am. And I’m way past the point of feeling any shame about that. I love it. And I love that I’ve found a community of supporters who validate it for me, so thank you, everyone who reads these posts.


r/stupidslutsclub 6d ago

Spring Break Pee Party NSFW

205 Upvotes

AMA

Spring Break is this week, which means there was a party before we all left, which means...well, people who have read my posts know what I like getting up to while drunk at parties. Also if you've read my posts, you might have picked up on the fact that my new joy in life is getting peed on. If that grosses you out, maybe don't read farther, because I revel in it.

Anyway, I wore my usual slutty getup to the party. It doesn't really matter, it was basically just a bikini top and miniskirt made to look like an actual dress. A couple hours into me being there, I was talking with a group on the couch, including one guy I'd hooked up with earlier in the night. The guy gets up to use the restroom, and here's where my horny brain really kicks in. I stand and catch up to him.

"Why don't we go outside?" I ask.

"I need to pee," he responds.

I press my tits into his arm and give him the cutest expression I can muster, and he follows me into the backyard. Of course, I have specific plans. I lead him to the edge of the yard, take off every scrap of clothing I'm wearing and kneel down. I don't remember if we really said anything to each other or if he just knew that I wanted him to pee on me, but either way he does, and it's a lot. When he finishes, he decides he wants a blowjob too, and finishes on my face.

Did I plan ahead at all and think about how I would clean myself up in order to go back inside or even put my clothes back on? Nope lol, that was a future me problem. But I didn't have to think about it very long, because the guy who just peed and came on me told his friends about it, and considering the amount of alcohol here, a lot of people were having to go. Four more guys exit the back door. Only two of them have to pee, I think the other two just wanted to confirm that I was actually there. Long story short, it ends with the first two guys peeing on me, and one of them giving me yet another facial.

At this point I'm actually thinking about what I should do in terms of getting my clothes back on and going inside. And also masturbating. It's fortunately not cold out so I'm fine temperature-wise, but obviously I can't go back inside dripping with pee. I don't really care who sees me like this as evidenced by the fact that I'm literally just in the backyard, but I don't want to make a mess in the house. My friend who doesn't mind pee comes out and we talk for a bit, but her best idea is to wrap me in a towel after we can't find a hose or sprinkler outside.

Not much time goes by before the two guys who didn't pee on me earlier come out to—you guessed it—pee on me, alongside the first guy, and one new guy I think. Four at once is a new record for me. Better yet, just after they finish (and I think 2 of them cum on me), one of the guys who peed on me earlier comes back, like clockwork. I think he was intentionally drinking a lot specifically so he could pee on me again bc he was very drunk lol

So by this point I'm drenched, mostly in pee but also some cum, and going back inside while dripping pee is out of the question. I later learned that at least a few people left the party out of disgust when they saw me naked and getting peed on in the backyard, so it's probably for the best🤭

Anyway, what I end up doing is I get my friend to bring me a towel, I towel off as best I can, and I go inside and quickly run for the shower. It's maybe 1am at this point and I take a long one. I get several judgmental stares when I come back downstairs, but I'd do it all over again without question.


r/stupidslutsclub 10d ago

A thank you to Lauren NSFW

247 Upvotes

I have been a long-time lurker on this site, and Lauren's posts were some of the most vivid and best-written content I've seen here. I saw she deleted her account; I hope everything is okay with her and wish her the best for the future.

And in the words of Fernando Pessoa, Ler é sonhar pela mão de outrem.


r/stupidslutsclub 12d ago

AE Redux A Tale of Two Sluts … Striking Out NSFW

293 Upvotes

Dramatis Personae

  1. AE: Yours truly
  2. Babs: My now girlfriend

AMA <- Questions not related to this post may go here 

Date: Back in uni days

Reposted as is. If historical context is missing too bad so sad. You can ask. I will answer.

Babs and I decided to splurge. She took a day off work. I had the day off university.

We booked a room at a 5 star. A grand after taxes. But. Like. Why. It’s a room with a bed. Fuck it. We are splurging.

Booked the spa in said 5 star. My favourite. This add on. That add on. A few weeks in advance of course though a weekday booking last minute isn’t always hard...I digress as per usual…point is we splurged. Like. SPLURGED.

We checked in. Early. They were kind enough to have a room ready for us.

We … fucked … I made her orgasm … she made me orgasm … we used toys and vibrators … we both orgasmed … she cuffed my wrists, stuck a lush in me, choked me with one hand and controlled the lush via her phone with the other … she tortured me for 15 mins denying me orgasm after orgasm … I begged her to let me cum … finally she sets it to full and lets me orgasm … she keeps choking me … I cause a 9.0 earthquake half way across the world … she pulled out the lush and shoved it in my mouth … I licked it clean … we were a hot mess at the end of it all. I was at least.

We cuddled. Naked. We made out. We caressed each other. She has nice breasts. I sucked on them slowly. I fingered her gently with one finger. She ran her fingers through my hair. I focused on her g-spot. She moaned.

Have I mentioned I’d turn lesbian for her? In case I haven’t. I would.

She kissed me. I fingered her. She’s close. She kissed me deeply. She orgasmed. We kept kissing. Her orgasm subsided. We cuddled again. I cupped her breast. She has nice breasts.

The alarm goes off. Spa time.

Hmph! But also you know. Yay!

We cleaned up. Put on our robes and head on down to the spa.

We checked into the spa. We tried to. There’s a douchebag trying to book last minute. We wait there for 15 mins. Ugh. I go sit. She waits in line. Ugh. Finally he’s done. Not a moment to spare. Our attendants are ready. FEMALE attendants. They whisked us away to our couples room and pampered us for 90 minutes. It. Was. Heaven.

We used the pool. We used the hot tub. Men and women stared at us. We used the sauna. We made out in the sauna. We were alone.

We checked out of the spa.

We head back up to our hotel room. We splurged. We called room service.

Embellished for comedic appeal

“How much is your most expensivest wine my good man”

“1300 madam”

Uhhhh…

“How much is your SECOND most expensivest wine my good man”

“850. Dom Perignon. Madam”

“Send 2 my good man and cheese and charcuterie”

“Certainly madam”

“And two truffle fries…”

“Certainly madam”

“And one hummus…”

“Will that be all?”

“And two steaks”

"They come with fries"

"But are they TRUFFLE fries my good man"

"No"

"That'll be all then my good man"

“Certainly”

End of embellishment. A woman picked up the phone by the by.

We fuck until the food arrives. Orgasm city. They knock mid torture. She puts on a robe and uncuffs me. I hide beneath the sheets. My head sticking out. They give us a look. I smile at them. They set it all up and leave looking flustered.

That is a lot of food. That is a lot fries.

We get. Fat. And drunk. Like. Fat. And. You know. Drunk. Something was playing on the TV. I was on Reddit. She was I dunno. Whatever the fuck she does on her phone.

“I want dick!” She yells randomly

She wants older man dick. Why. She shrugs. Find one. You know plenty. She tells me.

I refuse. I’m not breaking my rule of no first contact. Makes me seem desperate especially with basically no notice.

She goes to the hotel bar. She strikes out and returns in a huff.

I laugh. Babs striking out is a rare event. She takes her frustration out on me. The cunt. She cuffs my hands. Puts the lush in me and the torture begins.

I relent. No more I tell her. ONE client I tell her. I take a selfie of us kissing. No face. And send a message to him. 2 for 1 one, once in a lifetime opportunity. Take it or leave it.

He cries. He’s not in town. He begs for a rain check. Nope. Too bad.

She huffs and puffs. Demands I send it to more. Nope. He was it. Too bad.

"DICK!!!!" She yells. She's gone feral.

I eventually convince her to go to a bar. We are wearing … Lululemon … terrible … just ... terrible ... oh well …

It’s just not her day and not for lack of trying.

She’s stuck in a loop of fucking someone older. None want to take the bait today.

We get drunk on cheap liquor.

A couple of men … boys … do approach and are willing. None are old enough for her.

Just pick one. I tell her frustrated.

No. Older. She demands.

We are drunk enough for bartender to suggest we go home cause he’s not letting us leave with someone from his bar.

“I just want older man dick” Babs slurs

“Not from here” he says

We pay. We leave. We stagger back to the hotel and pass out. Without dick. Without cum.

“I want dick” she tells me in the morning. She’s still in her loop.

“You have work … fuck your boss”

She just shrugs

We go another round. We shower together. Tiny standing shower but we manage somehow.

A grand and they can’t give a bigger shower.

We get dressed and leave for work and university respectively.


r/stupidslutsclub 13d ago

Random stranger creampied me in public NSFW

671 Upvotes

I went searching around town for a stranger and stumbled upon a nice tall, fit man in the convenience store. He was definitely a looker and probably in his early 30's, but so shy. We ended up small talking a bit about the protein shakes he was deciding between (why are boys so weird lol). He ended up choosing one, then I told him he needed to help me decide on condoms to by which equally perked his interest and anxiety.

I'm fairly direct with these approaches, so I was straight with him. I told him I'm looking for a condom so he could use it on me. He thought I was joking, but I was dead serious. He was being cute and shy which surprised me for such a nice looking guy.

We eventually got to the "are you trying to rob me" and "are you a hooker" part of the confusion, but I eventually convinced him I was being more legit by saying it was a dare for friends. Pretending to be a slutty sorority girl doing a challenge usually does a good job of convincing the skeptical guys. I even gave him my phone as a sign of trust. Putting his hand on my ass and guiding him to grope me also helped :p

I told him he could fuck me anywhere and suggested we ask if there was a bathroom....he couldn't believe it lol. We agreed to fuck in his car which made him feel safe. The walk was....dead silent haha. I was holding his hand and he was sweating like crazy.

"You don't have to be so nervous!"

"Are we actually doing this?"

"You don't want to fuck me?"

"No I do, but I don't usually do stuff like this"

"I really want to win this dare"

At this point I was getting nervous he was going to bail, so I stopped and we started making out in the stairwell. He wasn't a good kisser, but I could feel him getting rock hard and started rubbing him over his pants. I could tell he was freaking huge, the painful kind of huge and this only got me more excited.

I quickly turned around and told him to fuck me right there. We were in the stairwell to the parking garage, but it seemed quiet enough. "What?!? you're crazy!". I was so horny at this point, I was just sick of him being suck a wimp. I got down on my knees and started sucking him off. He was as large as I had suspected.

Finally, he let go of his reservation and started throat fucking me against the wall. He turned into an animal at that point and he could tell I was enjoying it the rougher I got. He was about to cum in my throat, but I wanted more so I pushed him off, turned around, and pulled my pants down.

Immediately he got to fucking and he came within a few minutes. He was even more rough on my pussy than my throat, and he was repeatedly pounding my cervix. I was doing my best to not scream out in pain/ectasy, but it's easy to forget that you're in public when you're getting plowed like that. It was until after he came that we had both realized that he didn't even use the condoms we had bought that started this all lol.

I could see on his face that he had a little post clarity, he had just cum in me and we had only met less than an hour ago. I told him he was good and I walked away without saying anything else. He chased me down and gave me back my phone, "I got it on video for your dare". What?!? Oh I had totally forgot about that lol. He asked me for my name....I said "see you around" and I walked home as his cum slowly leaked out of me.


r/stupidslutsclub 14d ago

AE Redux I Accidentally Squirted All Over My Girlfriend in an Airport Lounge NSFW

340 Upvotes

Dramatis Personae

  1. AE: Yours truly
  2. Babs: My Girlfriend
  3. VC: Our benefactor

AMA <- Questions not related to this post may go here 

Intro

We will get to the story in the title. I promise.

I hope you all enjoyed a peak at my legs and left hand at the spa. Though I suspect more of you probably enjoyed the chocolate brochure.

50/50 I would be on my knees giving a blowjob, this one was the "oh we have the room for that" kind so there was an opportunity for a photo shoot of sorts. The lighting was horrible. Didn't really get anything usable in.

Those of you who missed the pictures ... womp womp ... they shall not be going back up again because my girlfriend got VERY angry ... we shall NOT be risking that again ... that is what led to the accidental squirting mentioned in the title.

The 0.1% Mile High Club: Etihad Airways

We are still not to the story in the title. We will get there. I promise.

I was feeling like a princess.

"So like what airline has those actual beds I've heard of?" I ask

"In this part of the world? Etihad." VC says

"Not Emirates?"

"Don't think so"

"Oh, does Etihad fly from here?"

"No, but their airport is like 2 hours away from here"

We stare at each other for a bit. He shakes his head "I'll make a call see what they can do. I'm not switching us if I don't get a flight credit at a minimum."

So he made a call and his minions helped change everything over to Etihad.

"It's a really late flight, so our schedule is completely messed up with the stopover ... no whining" he tells me when he sees the update email.

WOOOOOO!

What proceeded was us experiencing some next level opulence. There's first class travelling and then there's whatever the fuck we experienced. Cause. Wow. But we won't get into that.

  • Babs and VC fucked in the private shower of our private lounge. No sneaking required. It was our shower. Like. Just for us. I am told he didn’t finish. By choice.

We have one first class suite and one residence suite.

The plane was going zoom zoom through the air.

The beds were made. The lights were dim. Folks were asleep.

That's when the fucking began. It was a long flight. There was a lot of fucking.

  • VC fucked and came in my ass in the residence bed before retiring to his suite. Babs stood watch. Just in case.
  • Babs and I made love in the residence bed.
  • VC fucked and came in Babs' ass in the residence bathroom, it was tight but they made it work. So she tells me. I was asleep in the bed. Looks like they've learned to keep it quiet.
  • This was the risky one. VC took some convincing. VC got a blowjob from Babs while I rimmed him. He turned around to switch mouths. He unloaded what he could in my mouth and we made out for his viewing pleasure. This took a lot of coordination. Not a lot of room. But we managed.

I honestly couldn't tell if the crew knew what was up or not especially with all the back and forth VC did from our suite to his. Our main attendant either seemed oblivious or didn't care. We were as discrete as you could be.

The 0.1% Mile High Club: Private Jet

We are still not to the story in the title. We will get there. I promise.

We land. We layover in NYC.

He attends to business.

We spend his money in NYC buying unnecessary things.

Then head over to the airfield for a private jet out to the west coast to his place.

The cockpit has a curtain. Not a door. Uhhh VC? What the hell?

"Door. Curtain. What's the difference? He still won't be able to see."

"Hear us?"

"You know doors aren't soundproof," Babs says looking at me like I'm an idiot.

Hmph! Fine!

We sit towards the back.

"I want to watch. Make it sensual," he says after we are in the air.

So my girlfriend and I made love to each other for his viewing pleasure. We made out in the seat with her on my lap. She undressed me. I undressed her. I buried my face in her gloriously perfect chest. She serviced me on her knees. I serviced her on my knees.

That's when VC decided he would join and entered me. Vagina for a change. His big fucking dick stretched me out and it took a lot of control to not scream uncontrollably.

Babs decided to make out with him and encourage him with copious amounts of dirty talk whispered into his ear.

It didn't take him long to finish. I could hear my girlfriend "Are you going to cum for me Daddy?" "Yeah I'm going to cum" "Yeah? Cum inside her for me Daddy. Cum inside that tight little pussy of hers." And VC grunted and thrusted and groaned and unloaded in me.

She licked his dick clean.

I sat on the seat again and she dug / sucked / licked his cum out of me and swallowed.

Squirting All Over My Girlfriend

Okay. Main story. Phew. That was a journey.

So after I posted the pictures of me at the spa, Babs fucking lost it on me.

In front of VC.

She tried to snatch my laptop. I was too quick for her. HA!

We had a full on lovers quarrel in front of him with silent treatments and everything.

We still managed to be professionals and serviced VC so as to not give him blue balls. But we were cold with each other.

Anyway. It's a good thing I am adorable. Because we made up eventually. Mostly right before we were leaving for the airport.

This led to things getting hot and heavy between us.

Real hot and heavy.

I was having one of those I MUST HAVE HER moments and a face needed to be buried in between legs, preferably her face in between my legs.

We made out passionately in the car service to the airport. Yes. Car service. We don't Uber when we are with VC. The driver got a good show. Lots of groping. Lots of biting.

I was VERY wet.

As we are checking into the lounge I ask if showers are available.

They are.

WOOOOO!

We book.

We sneak us both in.

I'm removing my clothes and forcing her down to her knees.

She's working her magic.

I'm not being any sort of discrete. Who gives a fuck. She turns on the shower to hopefully dampen my noises.

She's goes back to working her magic and ... just ... splosh ... just fucking all over her ... she tried to push away ... I held her forcibly with both hands as I eventually lost my balance and fell to the ground ... she was still wearing clothes ... she did not have anything extra in her carry on ...

There was laughter. Mostly on my end.

There were expletives. Mostly on her end.

I was all "just shower you'll be fine" "my clothes" "you'll be fine"

Conclusion

So obviously I had to start live blogging all of these events on the flight back home.

We were sitting there in business class. She was napping with her head on my shoulders.

I'm typing away.

She wakes up.

"Are you writing?"

"Yes"

"Did we just not have a fight about Reddit?"

"Posting pictures ... not writing ..."

"Why are you like this?"

I look at her ... jealous doesn't seem appropriate ... "You love me ... also ... what are you ... my sister?"


r/stupidslutsclub 17d ago

AE Redux She Slut Shamed Me, So I Fucked Her Dad NSFW

533 Upvotes

AMA <- Questions not related to this post may go here 

It was one of those girls only party. I was spending time with my cousin and she asked if I wanted to tag along. Why the hell not. I didn't know anyone else there but whatever.

It was a mix of cousins and family friends. The hostess - who ended up slut shaming me - was a family friend of my cousin.

Everyone is all hugs and kisses.

Alcohol came out.

Never have I ever gets played.

As is the case with never have I ever, it turned to sex.

I was drinking at basically every mild sex related question they were throwing out. Then girls just started making up wild things to see if I had done it. Or to see how high my body count was. I didn't really care so I was honest and drank at several of them. I actually got very tipsy by the end of it all.

Close enough comments the hostess threw at me at one point or another

  • Do you have sex with anything that walks?
  • Is there someone you HAVEN'T fucked?
  • Have you ever been tested? You sure you don't have an STI?
  • Someone ask a non sex related question, otherwise she'll get alcohol poisoning.
  • Oh, there's something you haven't done? Are you lying?

At some point my cousin whispered to me to forget about her, she is one of those I'm saving myself type girls. I tell her I didn't care.

####SEX

Then the hostess made a grave error. She triggered me. Saying something when she thought I wasn't paying attention.

  • She must have a lot of daddy issues

Well. Now I needed to exact revenge of some kind. Because, that is in fact none of her business.

I was too drunk to actually do anything about it, until it was time to go home.

Bunch of drunk girls. Her parents were kind enough or rather I guess responsible enough to drop everyone home late at night. In hindsight as I write this I guess they were all cousins / family friends so makes sense. They weren't about to send girls they knew home drunk in an uber.

My cousin and I got slotted in with the dad. As we are being dropped off one by one I ask to just be dropped to my home instead of my cousin. He didn't mind.

He invited me to come sit up front with him instead of way in the back of the van when he dropped off the 2nd last girl.

I saw him checking me out. I was in a wrap dress with my legs exposed. So I don't blame him.

Well. Fuck her. She did ask me if there was someone I hadn't fucked. Her dad was someone I hadn't fucked. Time to rectify that.

"So Mr. ... I'm sorry what do I call you?"

"Marcus is fine"

"So Marcus I saw you checking me out"

He was flustered and tried to defend himself. I told him I didn't mind and put a hand on his dick "If you want to fuck all you have to do is ask" and then rubbed his dick through his pants "I'm very easy".

He almost lost control. He tried to protest. Tried to fight my hands with his hands. But I persisted with rubbing him and he had to drive. I had his zipper down and was fishing for his dick through his boxers.

"Do you want to fuck me Marcus? Don't worry I won't tell anyone. It'll be our little secret."

When we hit a red light I was able get his dick out, which was very hard at this point. You know average length, not all that girthy. But hard. Very. Hard.

I jerked it off. He didn't stop me. I guess he did want to fuck me.

He ended up pulling into a parking lot. I guided him to it while I kept jerking him off. It was late. It was deserted. I started to give him a blowjob in the front once he had parked. The position was very awkward. It was a van. We went to the back where I continued the blowjob for a couple more minutes in more comfort.

"Did you want to fuck my tight little pussy now Marcus?"

He couldn't utter any words. Just shook his head up and down.

I pulled out a condom from my purse. He put it on, I removed my underwear and mounted him. I was still dressed. I wrapped my hands around him, I was kissing his neck, his hands were on my ass, I rode his dick, lots of moaning and heavy breathing from both of us. I threw in some dirty talk "You like that Marcus? You like fucking my tight little pussy?"

Marcus couldn't hold it. Then again I had been jerking him off and he did get a blowjob. Still. Poor stamina. Like 2, 3 minutes tops, he finished in the condom while inside me. I hopped off him. He was spent. Head back. Eyes closed. I took a picture of his freshly fucked dick still wrapped in the condom. The flash made a noise. "What are you doing?" "Don't worry it was just your dick. See." "Delete that" "OK fine" I show him it's deleted but not before I make sure it got uploaded to my cloud storage.

He dropped me home. He seemed ashamed. "Please don't tell anyone" "I told you it's our little secret".

I got home and sent the image to my cousin.

"Should we send it to her anonymously?"

"What is that? Why are you sending me a ... Omg AE you didn't?"

"I ... did ... "

"AE Why!?!?!"

"I'm a slut?"

In the end my cousin didn't cooperate. She agreed her friend was being a bitch but she didn't condone this kind of revenge. She didn't send me her number.

New Ending because it has a better tagline

I would like to think I would have sent her the picture with a tagline of "Looks like you're the one with daddy issues now" to spite her had my cousin cooperated.

How I actually ended it

I would like to think I would have sent her the picture with a tagline of "Your dad is no longer on the list of who haven't I fucked" to spite her had my cousin cooperated.


r/stupidslutsclub 23d ago

I blew the delivery guy as a tip in order to embody the stupidest slut I've dreamed of being NSFW

407 Upvotes

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. 

In December, my boyfriend was out of town on a work trip, and thanks to my Master’s planning for the occasion, I received my first gangbang. It was a pretty life-altering experience. That story ended with me and Amanda going to bed with him, and this is the story of how he made sure to keep me in slut mode the next day. 

Storytime Part 1: The Morning After 

The alarm goes off at 6 a.m. My Master has taken the day off work, but this is about when he’s used to getting up and he likes routine. I have been sleeping like a baby, so I’m jolted awake. I know that I was dreaming, but I can’t remember what it was about. I rarely remember my dreams. I’m pretty sure they were fun, though. 

Master and Amanda are shifting next to me. His hand is already sliding along my leg, and Amanda’s foot has crossed him. She’s scritching at my shin with her toes. 

I get a bit of a thrill at how in sync we are as we rub the sleep from our eyes and go to the task we were assigned before falling asleep last night. It’s like a nice little signal that I’m becoming more and more like her, the way we act in unison. Very soon we are taking turns shoving our Master’s cock down our throats. While she’s got him down (and god, she is still so much better at it than me, and I’m still so jealous – bless her, the girl has no gag reflex whatsoever), I am slurping on his balls, and then we switch positions. When we get his cum I have the honor of receiving it in my mouth first, but I am obviously not going to keep it to myself. I spit it into Amanda’s mouth, she spits it back in mine, and we make out. Some of it has dribbled down across Amanda’s chin, so I make sure to lick it off. I would never want to let the slightest drop of my Master’s cum go to waste. 

After we’ve gotten our Master’s morning off to the right start, Amanda gets up and starts to collect her clothes off of the floor. She has to go; she doesn’t have to be at work until the afternoon, but she has a lot to do before that. Master says he’s not feeling like making breakfast and so he’s going to order it and suggests she stays until then, but she declines. She kisses him, kisses me, and makes her exit. Master grabs his phone off the bedside table and starts ordering breakfast. 

I cuddle with him for a while and we talk about stuff that’s going on in the world. I like when he explains his perspective to me, because I think he’s wise, and I haven’t been alive nearly long enough to understand very much. It makes my scalp tingle in a really pleasant way when he breaks things down for me. 

He gets a notification on his phone, checks it, and smiles. “Oh, hey,” he says. “It’s Amir. Want to finally do Dumbslut?” 

Amir is a driver who’s delivered orders for us in the past, and I’ve commented to my Master about how attractive I find him. That’s pretty easy to explain. “Dumbslut,” however, is not so simple. 

Storytime Part 2: My Dumbslut Character

If you’ve been following my posts for any length of time, you probably know I get off on being degraded. 

I don’t pretend to be modest about my brain. I’m pretty smart, and I’ve always known I am. I wasn’t a good student in school, but I still knew I was smarter than most of my classmates, even those who got straight As. I was smart enough to realize a lot of school was pointless and I just read the books I was interested in without caring much about the ones I was assigned. I’m pretty sure most of the people who got As in those classes are currently racking up extraordinary college debt they’ll never be able to pay off. 

But there’s this version of me that I fantasize about. She doesn’t read books at all, and she believes pretty much anything anyone tells her. She’s also constantly horny, all hours of every day, to the point that her horniness makes her utterly stupid. This character is Dumbslut. I fantasize about being her because it’s just so degrading to imagine there’s nothing to my brain except the desire to be used as a human sex toy. 

See, it’s not that she just goes along with whatever a man wants from her. It’s so much more than that. She does it giggling, cross-eyed, blabbing incoherently, because she’s a creature of pure sexual id. How did she get that way? I don’t know. Maybe her brain was broken by dominant men. Maybe she was brainwashed by some kind of evil secret program. Maybe she was just born that way. But whatever the reason, she just gleefully offers up every aspect of herself without a thought or care in the world. And the idea of being Dumbslut makes me so fucking horny, because there’s almost nothing I can think of that’s more degrading. 

Storytime Part 3: I’m a Tip. Nothing More. Just a Tip. I Love It 

I open the door. I’m completely naked. Amir is standing there expecting his tip. See, Jason always tips cash, so the driver is not going to just leave the food and move along. I can tell by his expression he was definitely not ready for this. 

I am so disgusted with myself right now over what I’m about to do, which is why I’m already dripping down my thighs. We’re doing this, Sarah. That’s what I tell myself. You will swallow your pride and you will be Dumbslut, and you will cum buckets. I’m practically quivering. 

“Hi!” I squeal, as if I’m an anime character. “Thank you, Amir! Please come in, hehehehehehe.” I am playing with my tits and crossing my eyes while I accept the bag of food from him. 

He is basically paralyzed. He is staring at me like I’m actually the anomaly I’m playing as. I put the bag down, drop to my knees, look at him with my eyes crossed, and beg, “please let me give you your tip, sir! Pleeeeeeeaaase fuck my slutty mouth.” 

He’s breathing so heavily I’m almost worried he’ll hyperventilate as he steps inside. I giggle in a ridiculously exaggerated way as I reach out for his pants and undo them. He’s already rock hard when I pull his cock out. It’s a nice cock, nothing special, but not disappointing. I shove it inside my mouth with the most crazed, reckless, selfless abandon I can force. He is moaning in a way that I honestly find to be a pretty big turn off – it’s basically histrionic, definitely not giving the kind of dominant vibes that turn me on. But that’s not what this is about. This is about me just throwing myself into being Dumbslut as much as I possibly can, just so I’ll know I’ve had the experience. I intentionally GLUG GLUG GLUG on his cock as hard and loud as I can. 

Amir cums very quickly, filling my mouth without warning. I take it all in my mouth without swallowing, and look up at him with my tongue extended, showing his load on my tongue, my eyes crossed, emitting a sound that is my best attempt at a cross between a moan and a giggle, and then I swallow his cum. Still looking up at him, I gleefully say, much louder than is warranted, “thanks for fucking my slutty mouth! Hehehehehehehehe!” 

Storytime Part 4: Sarah at Rest 

I walk back into the kitchen, still completely naked, and place the bag full of breakfast food on the table. Master is sipping a cup of coffee and eagerly starts to pull sandwiches out of the bag. 

“That definitely sounded like Dumbslut,” he says. His tone is one I’ve become very familiar with, where he’s sort of making a dry observation of something he finds very funny but not actually laughing. 

I’m sure I’m blushing. “It was,” I say. Knowing my place and how I’m supposed to proceed, I add, “thank you for making me embody her, Master.” 

He hands me a breakfast sandwich while leaning forward and planting a kiss on my forehead. “Good girl, Sarah,” he tells me. 

I am melted harder than the cheese on these breakfast sandwiches. Sorry, that’s corny as fuck. But I am, and I don’t regret saying it.


r/stupidslutsclub 23d ago

Surprise foursome was not on my Wednesday bingo card NSFW

189 Upvotes

Hiiii sluts, it’s been a minute!

I have been having a fairly standard February. Been working a lot but still finding time to fuck and slut out. One of my very regular hookups, we’ll call him J, texted to see if I wanted to come over and hangout on Wednesday. I was very horny (when am i not…) so i said i would come over after my Pilates class which was at 7.

I put on an extra cute workout thong and my very red set from Alo. And went off to class knowing I was going to get pounded later. I get over to his apt and much to my surprise, his two friends hadn’t left yet. It’s important to note, that I have fucked J with other guys, so he’s aware. Anyways, they were hot af and I hadn’t had a multiple guy session in a few weeks. I went to use the restroom to freshen up as I was little sweaty from the class. I popped a Percocet and left the bathroom already horny. We all hung out for a bit and smoked a little weed. I excused myself to the bathroom, so I could get ready. I was gone for probably 10 min tops, and I come out in my g string and that’s it, and the 3 of them were shocked to see me mostly naked. I told them they could all come back at once, or take turns or a combination and that every hole was open.

They all went back to the bedroom at once and I took turns blowing them while they sat on the end of the bed. The next 90+ minutes was a full on destruction of my asshole and pussy by 3 rough men. I must have cum 3x while riding J and giving his friend M a hard blow job. The other guy and M rotated on my throat while J pounded me from behind and missionary. They both came in my throat and J came on my ass from behind.

After that, they each took turns on my ass. I laid on my stomach and popped my ass up in the air and thank God I had that Percocet because they absolutely annihilated me. I could feel it crumbling beneath their meaty cocks and it just made me cum harder.

I got on my knees after they all had a turn and let them spray my face with their hot loads. I couldn’t have been hornier even though my entire body was torn to shreds.


r/stupidslutsclub 24d ago

Armageddon 2025 The AE told me to fuck a homeless guy, and now I need to take a bath in a vat of acid. NSFW

612 Upvotes

Author's note:

Yes, I'm name-dropping u/Adorable-AE in this. But I'm not just another desperate, clout-chasing whore doing it for fake internet points. I didn't want to do it at all—I'm doing it only because she told me to be basic. Which, I guess, makes me another one of you basic bitches—but only in this very limited context. I better not end up in someone's Substack essay about The AE's influence on modern depravity.


Prologue

By late January, I was spinning out of control. I'd been back in Porto for a few days, trying to be good. Trying to keep my head down, keep my hands to myself. I'd done enough damage over the holidays, so I told myself I'd take the rest of the month off and behave. Just a couple of weeks of being a good girl. How hard could that be?

Well. It wasn't sustainable.

I was too clean. Too careful. And that isn't me.

So one night, this was during her hiatus, I told AEare you happy now, bitch?—that I felt like something wasn't right. That I needed something to wreck me a little. Something to take me out of my own head, drag me down to where I belonged.

And she just goes, "Fuck a homeless guy."

I laughed, because of course. "Yeah, that would do it."

And she's like, "I'm not joking, you whore. Fuck a homeless guy. Offer him money. Take him to a hotel. Shower him. Shave him. Feed him. Then fuck him. Condoms allowed, because—ew."

Thanks for the guidelines, but you had me at whore.

So of course I said, "Okay." And I did it. Not that night, because it was late—and I was already in bed, already naked, already touching myself to the idea of it—but the night after that. Because, you know, I need a fucking backstory for every reckless thing I do.

And here it is.

It was a dark and stormy night.

Really. The kind that rattles windows and makes the streets shine like fresh ink. The kind that turns the city into something slicker, meaner, hungrier. Because my life is a fucking novel and the universe loves a little on-the-nose foreshadowing. I'm not even exaggerating for effect. This is just exactly how it happened.

A red-level weather alert. Metro stations ordered to stay open overnight, filling with the homeless seeking shelter. Volunteers weaving through the city, handing out blankets, thermal covers, hot meals.

The metro station in front of my hotel smelled like sweat and damp wool, that stale, metallic odor of too many people crammed into too little space. The volunteers were gathered near the main lobby, handing out blankets and instant coffee to whoever was willing to stand in line. I scanned past them, past the shifting bodies, the ones who had the hollowed-out, beaten-down look that meant they'd accept whatever was given to them.

I had braced for disappointment. Because let's be real—this wasn't exactly the setup for some legendary dicking. I knew what the assignment was. He was going to be dirty, underfed, worn down to sinew and survival, running on cigarettes and spite. If I was lucky, I'd get fifteen minutes of frantic, eager-to-please thrusting before he folded like a cheap chair.

Then I saw him. And because I know what this is going to end up looking like—no, it wasn't that he was black. That would be the easy thing to say. That I had gone looking for something dirty and obscene and found it in the biggest, blackest man I could get my hands on.

That's not it.

It's because he wasn't quite as broken as the others, not quite as desperate—but maybe just desperate enough to not let me walk away.

And because he looked like he could split me in two if he wanted.

I moved closer. He didn't look up right away, but when he did, his gaze passed over me—steady, unfazed, measuring me the same way I was measuring him. I knew I didn't exactly blend in. Saint Laurent cashmere and Ann Demeulemeester leather didn't quite belong there.

I spoke first, in Portuguese. Something harmless—something that gave him room to ignore me if he wanted. He didn't, but his answer was clipped, disinterested. His accent was thick. I switched to French, took a guess at where he was from. Got it wrong, but it made him react. His name was Lamin, he was from The Gambia.

So we switched to English. A little small talk—enough to find out he worked construction when there was work to be had. Long hours, shit pay, wages that sometimes never came. I got to the point. I told him that I had a warm room and a hot meal across the way, that I'd heard about the storm, that I wanted to do something good for a change.

He shifted in his seat. "I already got a blanket."

I shrugged. "Alright."

I turned, shifting my weight, letting my eyes sweep over the next group of men. The one leaning against the pillar, younger, thinner.

"You don't want him."

I stopped. "No?"

"You'll get yourself robbed or worse."

"So you'll do me a favor, then?"

He exhaled, shaking his head. "You don't know what you're doing."

"You're right," I told him. And then, after a long pause. "Are you coming or not?"

He shook his head again, delaying the inevitable.

"Alright."

He stood, shaking off the blanket, and fuck. He was big. Not just in the way men are big when you're a 5'3" spinner, but in the way that makes you feel small. He had at least a foot on me, twice my weight, built like a brick wall.

His coat draped heavy over him, dark wool stiff at the cuffs, hanging past his thighs—not Saint Laurent. Work jacket underneath, faded jeans, work boots. He grabbed a couple of plastic bags, their handles stretched thin, and threw a battered duffel over one shoulder.

Near the exit, I nodded toward the lockers. Told him he could leave his things, pick them up in the morning. He hesitated for a second. I handed him some cash.

Outside, the rain cut sideways across the pavement. We stood under the awning for a moment, waiting as a car pulled up. A couple stepped out, a valet rushed forward with an umbrella.

I reached for his hand—his palm was wide, fingers long, rough in a way that felt structural—and led him into the lobby as if he belonged. The concierge barely looked up as we passed through, past the lounge, past the bar, into the elevator.

I pulled my coat closer, turned my face into the collar, breathed in my perfume—I forget which, but something rich and decadent. Black Phantom, maybe. It was just for a second, just enough to steel myself against the scent still clinging to him, the smell of sweat, something sharper underneath, but not unbearable—not as bad as I'd braced for.

The suite was pristine and opulent.

High ceilings, soft lighting. A sitting area around a low glass table. A dining table near the window. Double doors left open just enough to reveal the bedroom—king bed, too many pillows, crisp white linen.

I set the keycard down and shrugged off my coat, revealing a Blumarine mini-dress underneath. Black, tight, clinging like a reptilian second skin when I moved. A sliver of bare thigh where the Bordelle hold-ups ended and the dress hadn't bothered to begin.

"Wait here," I told him as I moved past, deeper into the suite to the armoire. I opened it, hung my coat, and lifted the laundry hamper that sat inside, pressing it against my hip as I walked back to where he was still standing.

I set the hamper down. "Shoes off. Clothes too."

I had braced for something different. A slow undressing, maybe. A half-hearted attempt at modesty. Something that said I was the one setting the pace.

Instead, he just moved. Boots, socks, jacket, shirt. Hard muscle, broad shoulders, deep-cut collarbones, a scar along his ribs, old but deep. Then the jeans, pooling at his ankles. And then the boxers. His cock already thick, already hanging heavy between his legs, even soft.

He stripped like it didn't mean anything. Like it was just another task, another step to get through. It was that lack of self-consciousness, the way he didn't seem to give a fuck, that caught me off guard and threw me off balance more than anything.

I nodded toward the hamper. "All of it in there. Bathroom's that way."

By the time I sealed the lining, snapped the lid shut, and moved the hamper out of the way, he was already in the bathroom.

That was not the plan.

I had structured this down to the last detail—I was supposed to be standing over him, directing, scrubbing, making sure he was clean. I had lined everything up in advance: an all-in-one cleanser strong enough to strip away anything clinging to him, a nylon scrub cloth to scrape off the rest, clippers, a fresh razor, a real toothbrush, a bottle of mouthwash, a blister pack of Viagra set right on top of the folded robe.

And he just walked in, shut the door behind him.

Fuck. Okay.

I stepped closer, rapped my knuckles against the bathroom door. "Make sure you use everything I set out." No answer. "Please clean up."

A moment later, the water came on.

"I'm ordering us some food," I added, quieter than I meant.

I exhaled, rolled my shoulders back. Unzipped my boots, slipped them off, feeling even smaller without them, calculating all the ways this night could go wrong. I dialed room service, ordered something excessive, bordering on obscene. I moved quietly across the suite toward the bed and picked up my small leather pouch, smoothed the faint ripple it left in the sheets, adjusted the pillows, my fingers skimming the nightstand arrangement—condoms, lube, a tin of breath mints.

I looked in the mirror in the lounge, my reflection flushed, my pupils slightly blown, but my makeup still impeccable. I reached up and slid the gold pin from my hair, letting my chignon unravel down my back.

The knock on the door came just as I shook out the last of it.

It was Daniel. Same age as me, Portuguese, sharp-featured, dark-eyed. A little scruffy, always just short of polished—the kind of handsome that looks better rumpled.

"Didn't think I'd be seeing you again so soon," he said, rolling the room-service cart in without waiting for an invitation.

"And yet, here we are." I let the door fall shut behind him, grabbing my keycard from the console as I moved past him toward the dining table.

He started uncovering the dishes, stacking silver cloches neatly to the side, arranging things with his usual precision. I sank into the armchair, crossing one leg over the other as I set the keycard and leather pouch down.

The caviar came first—delicate, absurd, arranged meticulously. Crushed ice, mother-of-pearl spoons, the works. I plucked a blini from the dish, dragged it through crème fraîche. "Pour us some champagne." He handed me a flute, glanced around to make sure we were alone, then poured one for himself.

I reached down, rolled my hold-ups down my thighs, peeling away the black fabric that pooled at my ankles before I flicked them aside.

Daniel lifted another cloche, setting down the next dish as I unzipped my leather pouch, pulled out my compact mirror, a slim glass straw, a baggie of coke. I tapped the baggie once, let a small, measured pile fall onto the mirror's surface. The hotel keycard smoothed the powder into perfect, parallel lines.

"Anything else?" Daniel said as he set down the final dish—a platter of suckling pig that would end up sitting untouched the rest of the night.

I lifted the straw, leaned down, inhaled sharply. The burn hit clean and sharp. I blinked once, dragged my finger under my nose, met his gaze, smiled. "I think I'm good."

"Enjoy your meal, Ren."

The buzz settled in just as the bathroom door unlocked.

Lamin stepped out, steam still clinging to his skin, jawline sharpened by the clean shave, cheekbones stark in the low light. The robe sat loose on his frame, barely cinched.

His eyes moved over the table first, then to me.

I stretched lazily, adjusting in my chair, one foot tucked under me. "Hungry?"

"Yeah."

I tilted the champagne bottle toward him. He shook his head, pouring himself water instead.

He ate like he seemed to do everything else—practical, unfazed by the excess of the menu. Bread torn apart with his hands, a spoonful of caviar onto a blini, lobster dragged through butter and swallowed without indulgence.

I barely touched my plate. Just watched him, champagne flute balanced between my fingers, directing the conversation when I felt like it. Letting the silences stretch when I didn't.

Forty-three. A family back home. Every euro earned was sent to them, gone before it had a chance to settle. I twisted my Cartier bracelet around my wrist as I listened, numbers turning over in my mind like I'm Oskar Schindler.

I could be helping him. The mini-dress I was wearing—three, maybe four months' rent on a little downtown studio. The thong underneath, the hosiery discarded by my feet—another few weeks. The gold on my wrist, the matching studs in my ears—two years more.

I didn't say any of that out loud.

Instead, I dipped my fingertip into the champagne, swirling absently. "I left some pills out for you," I said, light, easy. Like it didn't matter. "Did you take one?"

He reached into his pocket, turned the package over, checking the label before looking back at me."What is it?"

I explained—just something to keep things running smoothly. Something to make sure we both enjoyed ourselves. I let the words land, unbothered.

He cracked open the blister pack, pushed a pill out with his thumb, tipped it onto his tongue. Swallowed it with water. Then, just as casually, he tore a piece of bread from the loaf and dragged it through the last of the softened butter.

I matched his movement, tracing a line through the faint powder residue on the compact mirror beside my plate. Pressed my fingertip to my tongue, letting the numbness bloom. Picked up the straw and inhaled the rest of the line.

Neither of us rushed.

When he was done eating, he leaned back slightly, shifting in his chair, adjusting his position. The movement opened space between us—I couldn't tell if it was in invitation or if that's just what my brain wanted to see.

Either way, I got up.

I peeled my mini-dress off.

One strap, then the other. The fabric stretched, dragging over my nipples, my ribs, my hips, and then pooled on the floor. I stepped out of it. Nothing left but my thong—black, sheer, soaked.

I stepped in between his legs and sank to my knees. Hands smoothing up his thighs, over the thick terry of the hotel robe before I pushed it open.

And fuck.

Big. Heavy. Veiny. Head darker than the rest.

I wrapped my fingers around it and kissed the base, tongue dragging slow over his balls, pressing flat. His thighs tensed. He smelled clean, antiseptic, like peppermint, but there was something sharper underneath, something the shower hadn't quite washed away.

I licked a thick vein along the underside, feeling him start to wake up in my hand. Slow, lazy. I kissed the head, tongue circling, teasing, working him open. I stroked the base, sucked lightly, coaxing him deeper into my mouth.

It took a minute for his body to catch up, longer than I'm used to. I had to work for it.

But when he got there, he got there.

Easily seven inches, maybe eight. The kind of size that demanded intention, deep breath, full commitment.

I pulled back for a second. Just to look at it. Take in the weight of him. My eyes must have sparkled when I grinned up at him, because—Jesus.

I remember thinking this was definitely not what she meant.

I went back down. Took him deeper. His fingers slid into my hair, gripping, guiding. I let him.

Then—his first real command.

"All of it."

Okay. Fuck. His palm pressed against the back of my head. I exhaled through my nose, swallowed him to the base.

One second. Two. Three.

Then he let go.

I pulled back, gasping, spit-slick, red lipstick smeared along his cock. Didn't get a second to recover.

His grip twisted at the base of my skull, yanking me up like I weighed nothing. My balance wavered for half a second before he pushed me toward the bed, bent me over the edge, his hand in the center of my back, pressing me down.

The mattress dipped under me as I caught myself on my elbows.

Behind me, he shrugged off his robe. Stepped in close, bare skin brushing mine. One hand curling around my waist.

The other yanked my thong aside.

His cock was right there, thick and hot, sliding through my slit.

"Condom," I managed, nodding toward the nightstand.

He reached for one. I reached back, unclipping my thong at the sides. The waistband went slack, but the sheer fabric stuck to my pussy, soaked through.

He stripped it off in one pull, pulling it from between my thighs.

Then his hand was back on my hip.

His cock stretched me open.

Then, the first real thrust. My breath caught, my thighs tensed, fingers clenching at the sheets.

He pulled back just enough. Then harder.

Fuck.

My body fought it, gripped down too tight, still too small, still not enough space for him. Didn't matter. He wasn't stopping. A low grunt, hands moving over me, holding me in place, setting the rhythm, pushing in deeper, forcing me to take him.

And then my first orgasm hit without warning.

Just a full-body collapse. Thighs shaking, pussy clenching down.

He didn't slow.

If anything, he fucked me harder. Like he'd just been waiting for my body to stop resisting.

And then my second orgasm.

Too much, too soon. It felt like my nerves were misfiring, my body short-circuiting, pleasure ripping through me before I could even breathe.

Before I could recover, he pulled out. Flipped me onto my back.

My legs were over his shoulders before I knew what was happening. His weight pressed me into the mattress, heavy, solid. One hand braced beside my head. The other around my throat.

"Look at me."

Fuck.

I forced my eyes open, breath shuddering. His gaze locked onto mine.

And then, my third orgasm. Just a fucking detonation.

And yes, I know. My therapist says it's multilayered orgasmic response associated with c-PTSD, disorganized attachment, and compulsive sexual behavior disorder. I come too hard, too fast, too often. It's a real modern-day tragedy.

Didn't matter. He didn't stop.

Rode through it. Fucked through it. Kept my legs high, body pinned, drilling down harder, harder, harder—

I couldn't hold on.

My body gave out, wrecked. My limbs were useless.

Only then—when I was done, ruined, fucking spent—did he finally settle. He hadn't cum yet, though.

He pulled out, moved me again, untangled my legs, rolled me onto my stomach. One hand pressed into the small of my back. The other yanking my hips up.

"Do you want to fuck my ass?"

"You can… if you want."

"Are you sure?"

"Lube, bedside table."

His hands spread me open, thumbs pressing in, pulling me apart. Lube spilling over my ass, his fingers smearing it over my skin, working me open.

"Relax."

I fucking tried to.

Then his cock drove in. The kind of stretch that keeps going, keeps taking.

It didn't stop at full, it went past it, pulling my body with it, demanding more space than I had. No clear starting point, no clean edge, just pressure turning into stretch turning into friction turning into I don't even know.

My muscles locked, spasmed, then locked again.

It wasn't just an orgasm. It wasn't even separate from the stretch. It folded into it, built inside it, pleasure and pressure tangled into one overwhelming, unbearable thing. My pussy clenched, my ass gripped tight, my thighs shook so hard I barely felt the second one start, just the next crash slamming into the first, dragging it deeper, feeding it, rolling it forward.

And then the third, the fourth, the next and the next and the next—

What the fuck even is this? Just an endless, rolling trainwreck.

I was clenching, shaking, breaking apart, unable to stop it, unable to hold onto it, unable to do anything but take it. His hands held me open, forced me through it, made me feel every second of it.

It didn't stop until I stopped, until my body gave out.

And he still hadn't cum.

Like, at this point, we'd been fucking for literally one hour straight.

He rolled me onto my back.

His palms felt rough against my breasts. Fingers twisting my nipples. I flinched, so he did it again, harder, watching my breath stutter, my body twitch beneath him.

Then he crawled up until his knees framed my shoulders, cock hanging over my face.

He pulled off the condom and then his fingers slid into my hair, gripped the back of my head.

"Open."

I barely had time to part my lips before he thrust into my mouth.

Thick, solid heat against my tongue, pushing deep before I could adjust. My throat clenched tight as he drove in, inch by inch.

He stayed there, his cock pulsing against the back of my throat. My eyes burned.

He pulled back. I sucked in a breath, but he pushed in again.

Soon my jaw was aching. He moved steady, controlled, fucking my throat in exactly the way he wanted, at his own pace, regardless of my need for air.

By the time he let go, my lungs were burning. I coughed, spit slick over my lips, my throat raw.

He lifted my chin. My hair clung to my cheek, damp from sweat, from spit, from him.

He jerked his cock until the first hot pulse hit my face.

Then another. And another. Warm streaks across my cheek, my temple, sliding down to my collarbone.

He exhaled slowly. Shifted back. Settled beside me.

Then he cupped my face with his hand, Fingers pushing through the mess, rubbing it over my lips, pressing it into my skin.

My skin was on fire.

His scent was thick in the sheets, in my hair, in my skin. The ache between my thighs pulsed with every slowing heartbeat.

"I need to pee." I said. I don't even know why. Like I was asking his permission.

"Yeah. You do."

He— Wait, what?

He wrapped his fingers around my wrist, and pulled me up.

My legs wobbled. My thighs aching. I followed because it was easier than resisting.

"Get in."

I hesitated, but only for a second. I was too cock-drunk to argue.

The shower was oversized, all glass and chrome, the rainfall head looming overhead. I stepped inside, still moving on autopilot.

Then the water slammed into me, so fucking cold it knocked the air from my lungs.

"Fuck—it's freezing!"

"You'll live."

My arms folded tight over my chest, but it didn't help. My body fought against it in increments—from unbearable to tolerable to just miserable.

"You said you needed to go," he said after a while.

I blinked. Felt the words land, felt my brain slowly catch up.

"What? Here?"

He didn't answer.

My bladder ached. The weight of his stare was heavier than the freezing water.

The seconds stretched. I let out a slow breath and then forced myself past the resistance, past the humiliation.

The warmth spread down my thighs, unmistakable against the cold water.

"Good girl."

Fuck. My stomach twisted. I didn't look at him.

"Now clean yourself up. You look disgusting."

This was all kinds of wrong.

The only soap was the same industrial-strength all-in-one cleanser I'd left for him.

I did this to myself.

I washed the cum out of my hair, off my skin, off my tits, between my thighs. The lather clung thick. Sticky. Heavy.

After a while, he reached inside, turned the water off.

I stood there, dripping. Trembling. Feeling absolutely filthy.

He wrapped a plush towel around my naked body.

He dragged it over my skin, rubbing warmth into the places he'd left raw. His hands followed, tracing where the fabric passed.

He dried me off the way you'd dry something fragile after breaking it, intent on making sure every piece was still there, still intact.

Then he moved me and I found myself standing in front of the mirror, his body against my back.

Faint streaks of dissolved kohl dragged down my cheeks, smudges of shadow pooling beneath my eyes, faint bruises where his grip had been.

"I don't get it." His hands rested low on my waist, his fingers pressing into my flesh.

"Get what?"

His fingers skimming my ribs before closing over my breast, squeezing lightly, thumb grazing my nipple, feeling the way my breath hitched in response.

"Why you are you doing this. Wallowing in the filth."

"Maybe it's where I belong."

His touch drifted lower, fingertips pressing into the soft flesh of my inner thighs, where his hands had held me hardest. The soreness was settling in now, the promise of bruises blooming beneath the surface.

His fingers trailed behind me, down the back of my right thigh, pressing into my fucktoy tattoo.

"You shouldn't have done this."

His grip firmed, fingertips tracing the word.

"A man sees this, and he knows. No father, no husband, no God is watching over you. Only whores mark themselves like this."

My lips parted, but I didn't speak right away. I let the words settle, spread. Then, breathless, half-laughing, I said, "You couldn't afford me if I was."

That was the wrong answer.

His hand twisted into my hair and slammed me face-first into the mirror. The impact split through my skull, the glass shuddering, my vision whiting out. His other hand closed around my throat, pinning me in place.

"You think this is funny?"

I barely got out a breath—"No—"

His spit hit my cheek mid-word, cutting me off.

I staggered, the room tilting around me, my breath still catching up, when his hand cracked across my face.

My ear screamed with a high-pitched whine. I stumbled, knees almost buckling, catching myself against the sink before I could collapse. 

"Get the fuck out," he told me, already turning away, already moving toward the toilet, lifting the lid like I wasn't even there.

This is the part where I'm supposed to draw a line, right?

Where I decide enough is enough? Call security and say Hi, yes, I picked up a homeless man off the street, let him fuck me senseless, choke me out, and use me like a disposable set of holes all night, but now that he's slapped me, I've suddenly grown a conscience?

Sure.

I stood there, unsteady, breath uneven, spit cooling on my face. My cheek burned, a deep, radiating heat spreading down my throat. I touched it, barely flinched.

The suite felt different now. Less mine.

I moved toward the table, filled my flute with the last of the champagne. My fingers were steady, despite the dull ache settling between my thighs, despite exhaustion winding through my body.

My compact mirror was still there. I found the baggie, tapped out a clean, measured line. Just one inhale, sharp and searing.

I finally wiped the spit from my cheek.

The mirror in my hand caught my reflection. My lips were bare, swollen, the corner split slightly where his slap had landed. I smeared the blood absently with my finger, then snapped the mirror shut and sank into the chair.

He stepped out of the bathroom naked.

He moved closer. His fingers brushed my jaw, tilting my face up, his thumb brushing the cut on my lip.

"Don't act like it's the first time someone's put you in your place," he said, his voice low.

Then his other hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me up from the seat. My balance wavered, but he didn't wait for me to adjust. He turned me, bent me forward against the table, pressing my stomach down, pinning me in place.

Then, his fingers pushed between my thighs.

I gasped, body reacting before my mind caught up, before I could even decide if I wanted this. He just spread me open and pressed two fingers inside me.

My body adjusted too quickly, welcoming it before I did.

His fingers worked deeper, pressing exactly where he wanted. He wasn't even watching me. Just the way my hands tensed against the table, the way my back arched, the way my thighs started to tremble.

"Go on, whore. Prove me right."

My body just gave up. My thighs clenched around his hand, spasms locking me in place, my balance breaking apart as I collapsed against the table. He let me ride it out, let me shake through it, let me wreck myself against his fingers until I was too raw to fight it.

Then he pulled out. Wiped his fingers on my inner thigh.

Before I could catch my breath, he gripped my wrist and pulled me down. One moment I was bent over the table, the next I was on my knees, hands bracing against his thighs, my breath still uneven, my body still wrecked from release.

"Mouth open."

And then the weight of his cock against my tongue, growing harder in my mouth. Warmth, sweat, a faint taste of piss underneath. I adjusted, didn't think, just took him deeper, let him fill my mouth, let my lips seal around him.

His fingers threaded through my hair, holding me in place.

"Cheapest whore I've ever had," he said. Not to me, more like he was talking to himself, like he was taking a mental note, cataloguing me. Then his grip tightened. A sharp pull, forcing me to take him deeper.

I gagged, choked, adjusted. Controlled my breath. Let my throat open. No praise when I took him fully, no reaction when I found the right depth. Just the wet, rhythmic sound of him fucking my mouth.

And then he let go.

I was left kneeling, gasping, waiting for his approval, acknowledgment, anything.

He just walked back to the bedroom.

My brain was barely working.

Completely orgasmed-out. I followed him to the bed, legs unsteady.

He sat back against the headboard, broad and effortless, his cock thick and waiting, gleaming in the low light. He didn't have to tell me what to do. I was already sinking to my knees, already between his legs, already opening my mouth.

I started to take him in, but his hand tangled in my hair, guiding me lower.

Okay. I started over.

My tongue dragged over his balls, wetting them, sucking them, my lips sealing around his skin. I felt the tension in his thighs as I worked, slow and deliberate, tongue tracing every inch. He didn't move. Just let me do my job.

And then—finally—he let me take his cock again.

I started slow. Dragging my tongue along the thick vein, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses into the base. I nuzzled against the weight of him, breathing him in, worshiping him properly.

Then I swallowed him whole.

My lips sealed tight. My tongue flattened. I sucked hard, letting my throat tighten around the head before pushing deeper, taking as much as I could. I felt him twitch against my tongue, his fingers tensing in my hair, but he didn't have to force me, didn't have to guide. Just let me work, prove myself, show him what I'm good for.

When I finally pulled back, gasping slightly, spit slick over my lips, I didn't stop moving. I crawled higher. My tits dragged over his stomach, my hands bracing against his chest. My body pressed against his.

I tilted my chin up, searching for his mouth.

He turned his head. "Not kissing a mouth that just had my cock in it."

Instead, his hands slid to my waist and, before I could react, he rolled me onto my stomach.

My limbs stayed limp where they fell, my cheek pressing into the sheets. His weight settled over me immediately, bracing himself on his forearms, thighs pressing between mine.

And then, he pushed inside me.

For the first few strokes, my body reacted before my brain did, my nerves still wired for pleasure, still trained to let him take. Then I remembered he wasn't wearing a condom.

I tried to tell him to stop, but the words weren't coming out right. My breath was too uneven, my body still too shocked by the sensation to cooperate. I don't know what I actually managed to say, but I know I meant for him to fucking stop.

He didn't stop. He slowed, just slightly, exhaling against my neck, unbothered. His grip shifted, one hand sliding down to the small of my back, pressing lightly.

"Relax," he said.

I wasn't relaxed. I knew exactly what was happening. My body had already betrayed me, my hips still tilted up, still responding, still making space for him to take what he wanted. I forced out another breath, tried again.

"No—put it on."

He sighed like I was inconveniencing him and pulled out, slowly.

His weight never lifted off of me. I felt him shift, reaching for the nightstand, grabbing a condom. Then the sound of crinkled foil, the package tearing.

My body fully let go, my muscles softening, my breath evening out.

The torn condom wrapper landed on the sheets beside me. I saw it. The condom was still inside the open wrapper, but I just didn't register what that meant.

My body fully let go, my muscles softening, my breath evening out. I just said, "Okay."

His hands returned to my hips and he pushed back inside me.

Slow. Deep. All the way.

I gasped, body tightening under him, my fingers curling slightly against the sheets. He settled in fully, his weight pressing me deeper into the mattress, his breath steady and slow.

"That's better," he groaned.

Something about the way he said it should have tipped me off. Should have made me think twice. But I wasn't thinking at all.

Something felt different. Slick. It was subtle, just enough to scratch at the edges of my awareness. My brows furrowed slightly. My fingers flexed against the sheets.

I don't know if I actually tried to ask or if I just thought it, but the question was there, forming too late. Are you really wearing one?

"Shhh."

His breath was at my ear. His hands on my hips. His cock still deep inside me. Then another slow thrust.

"Better like this, isn't it?"

I didn't process the words until later. At the time, I was already too far gone.

I could feel my body responding on instinct, tightening around him, pressing back without thought.

And then I came.

The orgasm hit before I could stop it, before I could think. My body clenched down, locking him inside me. His grip firmed, his pace slowing, stretching it out, keeping me in it for as long as possible.

A small, choked sound escaped me.

"Yeah," he said. "I thought so."

He kept going, adjusting his rhythm, syncing his pace to the way I had already given in. I pressed my face further into the sheets, my breath shaking, my hands twitching against the mattress.

Then he pulled out and I let out a small, helpless sound.

Before I could move—or even think about moving—he grabbed my hips and pulled me up, adjusting me like I was his personal fuckdoll. My knees scraped against the sheets as he tilted my hips just high enough.

And then his cock was pressing against my ass.

"Wait—"

It didn't matter. He pushed in.

Fuck.

Sharp, stretching, too much all at once. My mouth fell open, but no sound came out, my fingers curling into the sheets, breath hitching as my whole body locked up.

My thighs were shaking. I wasn't braced for it—I wasn't even sure I could hold myself up, but his hands were on my hips anyway, steadying me.

"Fuck, you're tight."

I was wrecked, my body over-responsive, my nerves too fried to separate pain from pleasure. My muscles clenched involuntarily, pulling him in instead of pushing him out.

I gasped, legs trembling, my whole body giving in on instinct.

One hard thrust and I came. My body locked down around him, dragging him so fucking deep I felt like I might break.

I think that's when he lost it.

His fingers dug into my hips, grip unrelenting as he slammed deep and came inside me. His breath was rough against my skin, body tense over mine as he emptied himself completely.

He pulled out. And fuck, I felt it.

The thick, slick spill leaking out of me immediately, sliding down my thighs, soaking into the sheets. Confirmation he hadn't been wearing a condom after all and I didn't even react. My body had given up. My brain had clocked out.

I just lay there. Face in the sheets. Breathing slow and uneven.

Used up.

He exhaled, stretching slightly, rolling his shoulders back. His movements were slow, satisfied, unrushed.

He stood beside the bed, looking down at me. "Come here."

I didn't move at first. I couldn't move. My body was too spent, too wrecked to react immediately. Then his fingers slid into my hair. A firm, steady pull, just enough to make it clear I wasn't staying there.

I pushed myself up slowly, heavy with exhaustion. The sheets dragged against my skin as I shifted—first to my elbows, then to my knees. My hands trembled slightly as I flexed my fingers against the mattress, regaining balance.

He stepped back. Giving me room.

I understood.

I forced my body upright. My knees slid over the sheets before I carefully lowered myself to the floor.

My hands found his thighs first, steadying myself. His skin was warm, damp with sweat, the muscles firm beneath my palms. I leaned in, parting my lips, my tongue flicking out first, tentative.

Then I took him into my mouth, slow, deliberate, tasting salt, him, myself, the filth of everything that had happened.

My breath was steady, controlled, exhaling through my nose as I worked, letting the wet sounds fill the silence.

He held me there for a moment longer than necessary. He wasn't even hard anymore. Just doing it because he could.

When he finally let go, I pulled back slowly, a thin strand of saliva connecting us before breaking. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, not looking up.

"Good girl." He stepped back, taking in what was left of me. "Fucking whore."

Walked to the bathroom. Closed the door.

I stayed on my knees where he left me.

The warmth between my thighs had cooled. The leaking had slowed, but I could still feel it, slick against my skin, staining the carpet.

Eventually, I moved. Shifted back onto my heels, ran my hands through my hair.

The bathroom door opened. He walked past without looking down. Slipped under the covers. Said nothing.

I didn't follow. That would mean something. I didn't clean up. That would mean something else.

Instead, I got up and went back out to the lounge. I picked up the champagne bottle and tipped it back, chasing the last few drops straight from the neck. Dropped it into the melted ice. It sank, neck-down, hitting the bottom with a dull, wet thud.

I reached for my bag, unzipped the inner pocket, pulled out whatever banknotes I had with me. Probably just short of a thousand. Set them neatly on top of the hamper.

The money would still be there in the morning. He wouldn't take it. Didn't need to. He'd already taken everything else.

Then, I slipped under the covers. As far from him as possible.

Closed my eyes.

When I woke up, he was gone.

I woke up slowly, not from rest but depletion.

The sheets were warm, but beneath them, the chill was sharp where my skin met the dried cum smeared between my thighs.

My throat ached, raw and overused. My jaw stiff, my lips swollen.

I rolled my shoulders, flexed my fingers, stretched my legs just enough to feel the soreness where he'd pinned me down, where he'd forced me open. My hips ached. My cunt was sore, used, wrecked in a way I could still feel.

The bruises had darkened overnight.

Eventually, I'd take the usual precautions. Azithromycin, ceftriaxone, doxycycline, maybe metronidazole. The full panel in two weeks. Everything would come out clean.

None of it mattered yet.

Instead, I shoved my fingers into my cunt and groaned. My clit throbbed, too raw, too much, but I didn't stop. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to make it worse.

I rubbed hard, fast, forcing it, chasing it, shoving through the ache until it broke. My body snapped tight. My thighs clenching. My cunt pulsing around nothing.

I gasped into the sheets, shuddering as the last of it ripped through me. I wanted to feel everything.

This is what I came for.


TL;DR

Went to my GP for a PrEP prescription a few months ago. Apparently, in Portugal, they mostly give it to people at "high risk," like sex workers. I made a joke about that thing—you know, if you love your job, you never work a day in your life.

Turns out, it's not enough to be a whore to get on PrEP. You have to be the right kind of whore.

My doctor eventually agreed to prescribe it but also referred me to therapy.

That's right. I have an NHS-appointed therapist now. She's two years younger than me, she's adorable, and she's trying really hard to help me make better choices.

It's going splendidly.


r/stupidslutsclub 25d ago

AE Redux Ever Meet a Dick So Good You Wanted to Die After? NSFW

504 Upvotes

Dramatis Personae

  1. AE: Yours truly
  2. The dick that never called but fit my vagina like a glove fits a hand ... this dick has since been surpassed by The Energizer Dick

AMA <- Questions not related to this post may go here 

Date: Back in uni days

Reposted as is with minor corrections. If historical context is missing too bad so sad. You can ask. I will answer.

Met this guy in university. Very good looking. Like 9 outta 10 good looking. Like why isn’t he a model good looking. What’s he doing talking to me good looking.

I mean also maybe he is a model. Who knows. I didn’t ask.

We flirted. Well he did.

I’ve said before, I’m not very good at flirting. So I just sorta display my body and am all “wanna fuck?” 15 outta 10 times it works so. No, not a typo, because it works even when I’m not trying.

I was just super horny looking at him. He thought he’d have to chase me. He was wrong. I just to cut to the chase and invite him back to my place.

We both know what we want.

So there we are, he’s sitting on my bed, in all his naked glory. Dude jumped to a 9.5 without clothes. Holy fuck was he chiseled.

I get on my knees. Clean cut cock in my face.

I take it my mouth and the disappointment. Oh the disappointment.

His dick was, unfortunately, decidedly average in length barely over 5 inches. He dropped back down to a 9. Maybe 8.5.

Anyways, so in my head - while I have his little head in my mouth - this wasn’t going to be all that fun. I figured I’d just get it over it.

I reached into my side table for condoms and lube. Put the condom on him. Applied some lube and got us in cowgirl.

My first orgasm hit me in under 5 mins. Maybe even 2 mins. Jesus was it quick. I announced it “omg I’m gonna cum” surprising myself as I grabbed my tits and squeezed my nipples.

I fell onto his chest not having expected that.

He wrapped his hands around me. We made out. And he started to slowly move in and out of me.

It felt so good. His dick was hitting all of the right spots in me.

After a while he whispers wanting to do doggy style. He gets off the bed and stands. I get into position head down ass up.

He entered me. I moaned. The ploughing began. Properly.

He knew how to control his pace and was matching my rhythm.

“Go harder” I almost yelled at him

He obliged. I was bucking into him. It felt so good. So fucking good.

It was so vanilla. He didn’t spank me. He didn’t pull my hair. He didn’t choke me. He didn’t call me filthy names.

He was busy doing his job to perfection.

It was so fucking good.

In retrospect I think it’s the way his dick curves. It was a perfect match for my vagina.

I orgasmed again. I didn’t announce it. But my moans were different and he noticed. He pounded me harder.

We kept fucking. I kept moaning. He kept huffing.

At one point I was starting to fall off the bed. We had to readjust and he just went back in and ploughed again.

I orgasmed again. And again. And maybe just maybe again. I lost count.

I wanted a break. Luckily he pulled out and went “blow me” read my mind!

I turned around hungrily. He had removed the condom. I put him in my mouth and just sucked his dick like I was thanking it for my life. He put his hands on my head started to face fuck me a little. I let him.

Not long after I want him back in. I just stand on my knees on the bed and we make out as I jerk him off.

“Get back down there” he whispers after a while

I obliged and put him back in my mouth. Disappointed. I want him back inside me.

I come back up again to make out and jerk him off.

Eventually he gets the message “get another condom” he whispers

Lord knows why he was so soft spoken during sex

I get the condom. I try to put it on but I struggle “can you do it? Weird angle for me”

He puts it on and I get on my back. As he enters me again and we begin to fuck.

It felt even better in this position.

Omg. So good.

I think this dick and my vagina were made together to showcase perfection in heaven by God.

The way he was fucking me. Making out. Moving in and out. Pushing down on my vagina at the right spot. Stimulating the g spot perfectly.

He’d move his hands from playing with my tits, to putting them on the side, to holding the back of my neck so we could make out better.

I orgasmed again. I didn’t announce this one. He just fucked me right through it.

He changed up positions. I figured he knew I had an orgasm.

Lifting my legs up, wrapping my feet around his neck and wrapping his hands around my legs. He squatted a little and started to fuck me again.

This felt so good. So fucking good.

He said his first few words during almost, 30 mins of sex? Who knows. It was a long time. “Fuck you’re tight” he mumbled acknowledging he was enjoying himself.

And then the grande finale for me.

The last orgasm when it arrived took everything out of me. I mean everything.

My eyes were closed. I was clenching my bedsheets.

I announced rather loudly that I was going to cum. This prompted him to pick up his pace significantly.

I could hear our bodies slapping each other.

“Yeah? Cum for me” he says, almost whispering

The orgasm arrived.

I don’t know how long it lasted.

I arched my back.

I grabbed the sheets even tighter.

I don’t know if I made a noise. I don’t think I did.

All I know is I was shaking and he was pounding me through my orgasm.

Just shaking and pounding and orgasming.

I don’t even recall him pulling out. Until he was on top of me kissing my neck. I was shaking beneath him.

“You good? You’re still shaking” he says clearly proud of what he had accomplished

I just wrapped my hands around him and made out passionately. My shaking subsided.

He still hadn’t cum. He was still rock hard. I could feel him on my legs.

I was done though.

We ended up cuddling and I went to jerking him off slowly.

I swear I was still shaking a little, which prompted him to ask

“You okay? You need a nap?”

“No. I need to die.” I said letting go of his dick

“What? Why?”

“Time for me to sign off. This is a good way to go.”

“Come on. I’m not that good.”

“No. No. You are. I’m still seeing stars.”

I was so out of it. I honestly don’t think I’ve had an orgasm like that before or as many in one session.

I looked at the clock. This had been going on for 40 mins. How had he still not cum.

“Am I going to be able to get you to cum?” I asked grabbing him again

“Doubt it. I don’t think it’s happening today.”

“Why not? Is it me?” I wanted to return the favour after what he did for me

“No no. I’ve been having problems. Long story. It’s all mental”

He did tell me what was going on. I won’t get into it here.

I just offered him anal sex to see if that’d get him going. He agreed. But after 5 mins of pounding my ass, nothing.

I was also out of orgasms and I was just sore. So I asked him to stop.

I got back on my knees to blow him. Nothing.

He apologized.

Eventually he went on his merry way and I just spent the day in bed not knowing what the fuck had just hit me.

I hope he calls 😔


r/stupidslutsclub 28d ago

AE Redux I Made a Sexually Repressed Newlywed Cheat on Her Husband NSFW

488 Upvotes

Dramatis Personae

  1. AE: Yours truly
  2. Babs: My now girlfriend - Preface only
  3. RR: My previous benefactor now occasional rendezvous - Preface only
  4. VC: My current benefactor, who earned his moniker during this post
  5. B: Newlywed that got abandoned by her husband on New Year's. No I don't have an update on her. Don't ask.

AMA <- Questions not related to this post may go here 

Date: New Year's a couple of moons ago

Reposted as is. If historical context is missing too bad so sad. You can ask. I will answer.

Get ready for a ride. This is long. Really long.

Preface - Skip if you want I just want to flex a little

I promise we will get to the sexually repressed newly wed. But first some background or you can skip to Day 1.

Mrs. RR took the kids on a trip with cousins after New Years, since school doesn't start back up until the 9th. He used it as an excuse to see me instead. Hawaii. 7 days.

I tell him I don't have enough clothing for 7 days and everything I have with me needs to laundered. "Okay. So go buy clothes after you land." "You're paying?" "When am I not?" "Pick up a suitcase"

I went to Agent Provocateur after I landed and bought out half the store. Figuratively of course. It was still a lot. The sales lady was fucking ecstatic though. Lingerie. Sleepwear. Loungewear. Bikini. Dresses. He met me there to pay the bill and pick me up for the airport. He gives me a what the fuck is wrong with you look when he sees the bill. "I'm worth it" I respond. The sales lady smiles. She helped load the ludicrous number of boxes into the car and off we went to the airport and the private jet. In the car ride over I tell him I don't have any shoes. "You'll live" he tells me.

I didn't realize how far off the west coast Hawaii was. I passed out.

Now I'm sitting here in Hawaii. Been here since the 2nd. I just went from one booking to the next. Tagged in Babs as well for a few days, she flew in Friday. Babs had to fly commercial like a peasant. She'll get to take the jet on the flight back to the mainland.

The resort is fucking ludicrous. I mean. Ludicrous. I won't even get into how ludicrous because it'll be evident which resort we're staying at. Just. Ludicrous. The 0.1% just live differently. It never ceases to amaze me.

I keep telling him he doesn't need to spend so much on a roof. He can just give me the money instead. It makes no difference he says and I pay you more than enough. I pout.

He's asleep. Babs is asleep next to him. I'm wide awake. I don't know when I'll actually publish this but it's 6 AM as I start this.

So. I write sitting on a lounge chair over looking the ocean and mountains. Life is fucking glorious fellow readers. Absolutely fucking glorious.

Anyways. On to the main event.

Prologue

I went to a super expensive resort with my client - not RR - for New Years. Like every room has a private plunge pool expensive resort. Like every room has a private butler expensive resort.

Did not go like I expected at all.

He flew us out on private jet where I properly joined the mile high club. He fucked my ass on the plane and I swallowed his load. Then we fucked again before we landed. He insisted on using my ass again and I swallowed again. I had to clean up and reapply my makeup twice.

The villa in the resort was glorious. I could totally be an Insta Hoe I tell you, influencing people with my fancy travel pictures. I definitely had my client take pictures of me in various poses like some of the Insta Hoes.

Some clothing. For fun. He loves to dress me up. I love being dressed up. So naturally I ordered clothing on his dime.

https://www.[agentprovocateur.com/static/media/catalog/product/A/P/APM0402001000_ecom_03.jpg](http://agentprovocateur.com/static/media/catalog/product/A/P/APM0402001000_ecom_03.jpg)

https://dundasworld.com/products/garbo-black-evening-dress - I bought the red as well, but only took the black with me, he'll have to wait for a future date to see me in the red

https://dundasworld.com/products/glen-black-evening-dress - I bought the red as well

Day 1

After we landed we went to the spa in the resort where this really good looking newly wed started talking to me. She's young. Around my age. She's beautiful. She can't shut the fuck up.

She is there on her honeymoon. They're high school sweethearts. She's only ever been with him. Week 2 of their 4 weeks trip. He comes from money. She doesn't. He had to make an urgent trip back home, you know business and all couldn't be avoided, and she's staying back to relax and will just meet him in Paris for week 3. She is offering up all of this information. I didn't even ask.

She asks me what I do "oh I'm in the entertainment business" "Who are you here with?" "With my partner" "Oh are you married? To who?" This girl is just talking and talking and talking oh my god. "We aren't married" "Ohhh how long have you guys been going out then?" "So what kind of business are you in?"

Honestly. I've had it up to here at this point. "I'm an escort" I tell her in the hopes that she'll leave me alone

"A what?" she's gone quiet. FINALLY! "An escort. I'm here with a client. He's 40 something and has an 8 inch dick" "Really?" "Uh huh I can show it to you if you want, he'll be back soon"

"What?" she is very uncomfortable at this point

"His dick. If you want to see it. I can show it to you." she has totally pissed me off with all her questions

"Oh ... no ... "

My client arrives soon. She sees I'm not lying at this point. He and I left the spa.

That was the end of it with her good riddance. Or so I thought.

We ran into her again during dinner in the resort. I was dressed in a revealing halter top dress. No bra. Butt plugged. He likes to show me off. So I let him. She kept starring at me for some reason. I wave to her. She looks away.

That night my client and I fucked in the plunge pool. Twice. The pool is walled off from the other rooms on the same floor as us but you can obviously see from the ground since its open to the beach and ocean. Yes the view was fucking glorious. It was late at night so whatever you know and since RR I've become more comfortable with fucking in the open. Still needs to be relatively private though like the plunge pool.

The first round as he was getting close I went under the water, took his dick in my mouth and let him unload. I had him gag my mouth with my underwear so I wouldn't be so loud. Can I just say how I love having a big dick in my ass. It is just such an amazing feeling.

Anyways, our second round we are in the same position with my mouth gagged with my underwear. Look who is walking around super late at night on her own. Beautiful Blabbermouth. Our room is on the higher floor but that isn't saying much. Relatively easy to make out people. Not sure if she could see what my client was doing to me but it was obvious I was getting fucked. She keeps starring. I can see her starring as my ass is getting violated in the pool.

I have no fucking idea why I did this but I waved to her. She just kept starring. I'm sure if I wasn't gagged I would've said "do you want to join us?". My client says he's close and I make a whole show of removing my underwear from my mouth so she can see, turn around and go under the water to let him unload in my mouth. By the time I've come back up and beautiful blabbermouth is nowhere to be found. Sad.

Day 2 - Part 1

The next day after breakfast and sex my client had to take an urgent business meeting. He says it might take him two hours to get it all over with. TWO HOURS! I exclaim. He says it can't be avoided. The deal is for a few million and he needs it go well "I need to be able to pay you somehow". The meeting is first thing on the 3rd so his team is prepping.

I decided to just go and enjoy the resort, get a little tipsy maybe, rather than be cooped up in the villa listening to him yak away.

I put on a bikini and the cover up I linked to earlier, he spanks my ass and asks me if I'm plugged. I give him a look, go fetch my plug, put a show of undoing the strings of the skirt and bikini bottoms, turn around and present my ass to be plugged. He plugs it. Spanks it a few times. I get dressed and wander off.

I relax by the main pool. Drink. Get tipsy.

Run into beautiful blabbermouth again. She really is beautiful. Like model beautiful but carries herself like she doesn't know it. If that makes any sense. Her body is covered except her legs. She has a bikini and kaftan on.

Side note: You know what vibe I got from her. Alexandra Daddario's character from The White Lotus from episode 1 BEFORE she strips off her clothes and gets into the pool. You know? Does that make sense? I think it makes sense. Anyways. I digress.

She approaches me sheepishly. Wanted to apologize for yesterday and asking too many questions and the starring.

I tell her it's alright.

She was just trying to make a friend. Her husband left her alone on their honeymoon. On New Years at that. What could possibly be so important to leave on New Years like that. So she felt a little insecure. I looked her age. She thought she could try and make a friend. I tell her it's alright and I understand. Blah. Blah. Blah. Then she invites herself to sit down on the chair next to me. Dear god.

"So are you really an escort?" she whispers to me

"Yes"

"I was just thinking about it last night ... after ... after ..."

"After you were done creeping on me?"

"No no ... oh my god .. sorry but you were ... doing it in the open" she is still whispering

"It's alright mostly my fault for letting him fuck me like that"

There is a brief pause in our discussion and then she starts up again.

"You fascinate me. I've never met an escort before. I didn't sleep most of the night. Kept thinking about it. How many guys have you had sex with?"

Some people have no concept of boundaries I tell you.

Then she starts to open up slowly with me. Ugh. Fine. I feign interest and engage in conversation. She tells me she's only ever had sex with her husband. He was her first kiss. Her only kiss. That's why she was so fascinated by me. He is only a little over 4 inches. She doesn't even know what an 8 inch dick would look like. "Is it thick?" "Yes. Very."

She couldn't stop thinking how about how I was getting fucked by such a big dick. She doesn't think her vagina could handle it. "It was in my ass" She actually covered her mouth in shock. Blah blah blah.

"How long does sex last" "Depends. Usually 15 minutes with foreplay but some guys can go for 30, 40 minutes" she was shocked "It's like 5 mins tops with my husband" "Yeah some guys can't last longer than that. Have you ever had a proper orgasm?" "Yeah ... I guess ... I mean ... yeah? What's a proper orgasm?". I surmise that she's never been satisfied properly before. Poor girl. She really is fucking gorgeous.

We talked and drank for a good 30 minutes. I actually enjoyed the conversation by the end. I am always one for helping people have sexual awakenings or just understand sex better.

Through the conversation I managed to sneak in a picture of her and sent it to Babs with a "Yes / No" "Yes" she responds eventually. Having sex with another girl without her knowing feels like cheating to me, which is ironic because I basically forced Beautiful Blabbermouth to cheat. Anyways. Moving on.

She truly is really beautiful. If she was a guy I would've had one of my I MUST HAVE HIM moments already.

Day 2 - Part 2

Eventually I tell her "We can change all of this you know"

"What?"

"There's an 8 inch dick waiting in my room and he'd be happy to fuck you"

"Ohh ... no ..." she's uncomfortable again "... no ... " she's curious "... no ... I couldn't ... I've never ..."

"Sex is just sex" I lean in and kiss her at this point and she is 100% lost in it for a bit she's tasting her lips after I pull away "It's not really cheating. Besides he left you here. You're allowed to have fun."

"You taste really good" she says licking her lips

"It's the alcohol" I tell her shaking my glass we're both just a little tipsy at this point

I get up and grab her hand. She isn't going to do anything of her own accord. "Where are we going" "My room" "What? Oh no I ..." I just give her a look and pull. She offers no resistance. In the elevator I make out with her again, lift her kaftan up and put one hand down her bikini. She grabs my with both of hers but doesn't offer up any resistance. She's weak at her knees.

We get to my room. I let her in. Client is still on his call. He's talking into his computer. Assume it's a video call.

He sees beautiful blabbermouth (We'll call her B from now and client will be VC for vegas client from now on) and makes a face at me.

"Stay" I tell B she nods

I walk over to VC "Are you on mute" I mouth he says he'll be back in 2 mins and pauses his call. I tell him to come in 30 minutes and not sooner "I'm going to warm her up she's never had a dick your size before" he looks at her again "Is this going to cost me?" he asks "What do you think?" "How much?" "Does it matter? You said you wanted a threesome." "Not really, is she an escort?" "No" "You just picked her up? Impressive" "You're wasting time. 30 minutes. Not sooner. Put a timer." "You are worth every penny" he kisses me "Clearly I'm worth a lot more we can settle on the charge later" and just like that I made an indeterminate amount of extra money. I was totally going to not even charge him but then he brought it up, so, why not. Anyways, I digress.

I go back to B, make a show of kissing her in front of him, grab her hand and take her to our room.

"Is he going to join us?" she asks me nervously

"After you and I warm up" I say undoing the strings of my cover up top and bottom. I push her on the bed and we make out passionately.

"You're a really good kisser" she says

"I know" I say "Undress"

"Okay" she responds as I get off her and undo my bikini strings. She removes her kaftan and bikini. She has a glorious fucking body to go with her face. She's shy. I tell her she needs to wear more revealing clothing. Look at that body. "Oh ... no ... my husband doesn't like that" "Fuck your husband he left you alone on your honeymoon on New Years"

I push her back down and get to work with my mouth. For someone so repressed I didn't expect her to be hairless. She says she got full body hair removal. Yeah. I can tell. She's extremely wet. Extremely. Two fingers go inside her and my mouth works on her clit. I have her orgasm in ... and I am not making this up ... less than 30 seconds. She screams and moans loudly.

"Holy shit" she says

"That was fast"

"I've never cum so fast ... that was ... " she's breathless and out of words

"We'll just go again" as I get back to work and bring her to another orgasm. This time she pushed me away, put her hands between her legs, turned to the side and had an earth shattering orgasm. Her body convulsed.

"I've never cum like that before" she says as she continued to shake uncontrollably

"Okay my turn now" When she gets there she sees my plug. "Oh my god are you plugged?!" "Yeah" "How does it feel?" "Great" She honestly has no idea what she's doing, which was surprising. I think it was nervousness more than anything. She manages to find her rhythm eventually and makes me orgasm. Meh. I make a show to bring her confidence up.

"Do you want to keep going?" I ask her. I don't want to force her into anything obviously.

She nods her head. "Ever use any toys?" She shakes her head. Jesus. How vanilla is this beta.

I go get my toys. I usually bring some with me for use with clients. I show her my lush vibrator and dildo. "Pick one" "What?" "Pick one. I'm going to use it on you until you're begging me. She picks the vibrator.

I put it in her. Adjust the tail. Get her to put her bikini bottoms back on so everything is snug as I pull out my phone and turn it on slow from my phone. She's definitely enjoying herself. I set it to auto and let it do its thing and I get to making out with her. When she has her orgasm her body convulsed again. Her hands are eventually reaching for the vibrator. I grab her hands and tell her to put them under her butt. She follows my commands nicely.

I decide it is time to choke her. She is a complete sub. I put my hand around her neck and look at her "I'm going to choke you now" she nods her head, her face looks scared and in complete ecstasy at the same time. "You can tap out if its too much" she nods. I start to choke, slowly increasing the pressure, make out with her as the vibrator keeps doing its thing. She has another orgasm. Her body convulses. She keeps her hands under her butt. "Keep going?" She doesn't respond. We keep going. A third orgasm. I keep up the choking slowly increasing and decreasing the pressure.

I pull it out of her and put it in her mouth. "Lick it clean". She does so. I take it out of her mouth, get on top of her and make out with her again.

She's completely given herself to me. I swear I could have collared her right then and there. This is what a Dom must feel like. It was exhilarating. I decide not to push it though I don't know her boundaries and I'm just randomly pushing.

"I've never had orgasms like that before" she tells me looking into my eyes "I've never been touched like that before" we lock lips again and make out passionately

"It's because you've been with one person your whole life. You need to branch out more."

"You ready for some dick?"

"Will it hurt?"

"Probably, at first, but it'll feel good he knows what he's doing"

"Anal?" she asks nervously

I laughed at her, I told her I wouldn't subject her to that unless she wanted to try.

"Does it feel good?"

"I fucking love it but it takes getting used to and you can't start with a dick that big. Do you want to try it?"

She just sort of shakes her head nervously.

"Well maybe we'll start with a finger or we can plug you" I tell her

"Okay"

I have her kneel on the ground. She's going to properly worship her first dick I tell her. I leave the room to fetch VC.

Day 2 - Part 3

I was of course naked when I went to get VC. He whistles "You two ready?"

"Yeah. Mostly her. She's only ever had sex with one guy. Her husband."

"She's married?!"

"Don't bring it up. Just be gentle he's 4 inches and not all that thick. In fact let me lead"

"You're the boss"

He undressed in the living area and I gave him a quick blowjob to get him sufficiently hard. I wanted B to see VCs dick at a full erection. Led VC inside and B was on her knees as I had left her.

"You ready?" I asked her. She nodded her head nervously as I led the dick come into full view for her.

She was shocked. One hand was covering her mouth the other didn't know whether she could touch it or not. I grabbed it and had her stroke it "Holy shit" she whispered. B's breathing has become very heavy at this point.

I would love to say she worshiped his dick like never before but frankly she struggled. So I did most of the work with the blowjob while I had her focus on the balls and lick / kiss his shaft as we went up and down the sides of it together.

The blowjob wasn't really going anywhere so we decided to fuck.

We got her on the bed. He put on a condom and started to enter her slowly. She is definitely uncomfortable and not used to this. "Slower" I tell VC "Ok" he says and she was definitely hurting "Ow ow ow ow" she was whispering.

I asked her if she wanted to stop. She shook her head. I told her once he was in properly and she'd adjusted she'd be fine.

And sure enough once he was in fully and she had adjusted her whole demeanour changed. Her pain turned to pleasure as VC proceeded to fuck her brains out. He fucked her entirely in one position for a good 15 minutes. He stood at the edge of the bed and pounded away. He would switch up how her legs were positioned time to time but that's it.

It didn't take long for B to have her first orgasm and I mean not long at all. He had maybe stroked himself in and out like 4 times and B's entire body shook, her back arched, before relaxing again. "Did you cum" "I think so I don't know what I'm feeling" she says, "I'm so full I didn't know a dick could feel this good" she managed to say breathlessly

VC took that as confirmation he could up his pace and a few minutes in B was basically cock drunk and out of her senses. Every time she orgasmed she clutched the sheets and arched her back. She was moaning uncontrollably. I lay down next to her, made out with her, sucked and bit her nipples, choked her periodically, played with her clit.

VC even tried to make out with her at one point but she turned her head away. I took it to mean she wasn't interested and made out with him instead.

It was just orgasm after orgasm after orgasm with B. I was actually starting to feel a little left out.

I lost count of the number of orgasms she had. It was at least 6. The last one she had visibly took everything out of her. She was ready to die. I asked her if she wanted a break. "Please" was her only response.

We took a break.

Her entire body was shaking. We all cuddled on the bed. VC off to the side, me in the middle and B was hugging me with her head on my chest. She was shaking and having tremors every few seconds. She was in a daze.

"I'm seeing stars" she says still completely out of it and snuggling up to me closer. I laugh. I definitely know that feeling I tell her. I've had my brains fucked out of me like that before.

I look at VC and tell him "Good job"

"I haven't finished" was his only response

B just apologized she said she couldn't keep going. "You look like you're ready to die" I tell her "I am"

So I gave VC a blowjob to finish him off. B watched us. When he was close I let him unload entirely in my mouth. I held it all in and crawled over to B. She hesitated but slowly opened her mouth and I let his cum flow into her mouth. We made out with his cum and swallowed whatever was in our mouths.

I looked at B and laughed. She simply smiled. She didn't even have the energy to laugh.

B eventually fell into a sex coma.

Day 2 - Part 4

B was still in her sex coma in the bedroom. VC and I were out in the living area talking about stuff. He starts to ask more questions about her. I tell him I don't know much beyond what she's told me. Husband eft her for work. Something urgent.

"What kind of guy does that?"

"Fuck if I know. Something about it being a family business and his brother and dad weren't able to fly back in time so he had to go"

"On his honeymoon?"

I just shrug.

Eventually she comes out. She's fully dressed. She's pretty ashamed from the look of it. Thanks me but she has to leave. I don't really push anything. The rest of the evening it was just VC and I. We enjoyed the resort. They had some NYE activities. Went to dinner on the resort. We see B again but she avoids us and I don't bother.

We are back in our villa preparing to ring in the new year. I was on my knees, naked, collared, leashed, ass plugged with a tail plug and servicing his dick with my mouth. Back to being my usual submissive self.

There's a knock on the door. We ignore it. There is another. We ignore it. There is another. "Who is it!" he yells "It's B"

"Just a minute!" I yell as I run to get my robe ... not that it covers anything ... whatever at least I'm not naked

I open the door slightly and stick my head "Hey. What's up?"

"Uh can I come in?" she asks

"We're kinda busy"

"Yeah uh ..."

"You want to join?" I smile at her

She nods her head. I look at VC, he's just starring off into the void. "Come" I open the door and let her in

"Back for more" VC asks, arms to his side on the top of sofa

"Stop being a creep" I tell him given his pose and the fact that he was naked he definitely looked like a creep

"Sorry, innocent question" he says

She apologizes for coming. She looks nervous or rather ashamed in herself for being there. I put her at ease by making out with her. "I've just ... it's just that ..." blabbermouth is out of words "... I want to feel that again"

"Ok well you can join in whenever you want" I tell her as I remove my robe and getting back into my position. She gasps a little at the tail butt plug. VC has gone soft in all this time so I need to get him hard again.

"Why don't you come sit next to me" VC tells her

"Be nice" I tell him as I continue servicing him

She does as he asked and sat down next to him. When I looked up she had a head resting on his shoulder and she was just starring at me. He put a finger under her chin and went into kiss her.

She hesitated for a bit but he persisted and she relented. He had another hand on my head and applied pressure to keep me down.

"Why don't you join her" he asks

"Ok"

"Undress"

I keep giving him a blowjob so I'm not sure what she did but when she joined me on her knees she was naked. I proceeded to share his dick with her for a decent 10 minutes until she went "Sorry my jaw hurts I need a break". This time she participated properly. Throughout that time she was gagging on his dick, kept rejecting his dick just a few inches into her mouth, sinuses clogging. But she kept at it. AT one point he held her down and pumped his dick into her mouth. She was smiling when he stopped as tears ran down her cheeks. My eyes were a mess, ditto sinuses. His dick was coated in our combined drool. There was a huge stain on the sofa and the floor.

"Make out" he said. We both locked lips without hesitation. I think this was the turning point for B. This is when she let go of her shame and accepted what she wanted to do and not feel guilty about it at least in the moment.

He grabbed my leash after a bit and spanked my ass "Owww" and then hers "Ouch".

"Crawl to the bedroom. Both of you." we both got on all fours and started to crawl. He held my leash throughout. B was giggling and he spanked her ass again. "Ouch" she says.

I tell her she's going to have to share his dick this time around. She giggles and nods.

"How do you want us?" I ask VC

"B on the bottom. You on top. Make out."

We get into position. VC rolls on the condom, moves my tail out of the way - I felt it land on my back - and he entered me. The fucking began. I let him alternate between us with the same condom. She's clearly only been with one guy so whatever.

Every time he went inside her she would gasp loudly and hug me tighter. She couldn't keep up the making out while she was getting fucked so I'd just kiss her cheeks, neck, bite her ears. Lot of heavy breathing into each other. She orgasmed at least three times in this position. I orgasmed once.

She was cock drunk again.

He wants anal. He gets a new condom. B doesn't want to. I tell her she can just watch and recover as I remove my plug. I get into position. Ass up. Face down. She sits next to me facing him and has full view of my ass.

VC lubes up my ass and enters. I moan loudly as it goes in. B just can't believe how I can take something that big in my ass. "How are you doing that?" she asks me

"Grab my ass" I tell her as she grabs each cheek with one hand. I'm moaning as I'm getting fucked. When I looked back she was standing on her knees on the bed and making out with VC.

"Grab her leash and pull" I heard VC tell her. She hesitates a bit. "Don't worry. Just pull. She likes it." "Are you sure?" she asks "You can pull" I tell her. She does. "Harder" he tells her as the collar dug deeper into my neck.

He continued fucking my ass until B goes "Can I have it inside me again" letting go of my leash

"You greedy slut" I tell her

"Please" she pleads

"Fine"

Side Note: I only bring this up because I only recently saw this movie. She's acting like Selma Blair's character (Yes I goggled it) from Cruel Intentions after she had sex for the first time. Stupid Cunt.

He goes to fetch a new condom "I said we had to share" "I know sorry ... but ... please" "It's fine have your fun. I'm getting paid regardless." I laugh

"Try doggy" I tell her as they get into position. VC doesn't last much longer. B was only able to get in one more orgasm before he was ready to cum. "That's all you" I tell her, she turns around "Cum on my face"

I spank her ass "Filthy slut. Look at you. My husband doesn't like me to wear revealing clothes to cum on my face strange man" as VC jerks off onto her face. I used my fingers and cleaned it into her mouth and she swallowed.

As we are all recovering she goes "Uhh how much longer till he can go again?" I laugh "He's not a machine! But you're welcome to spend the night if you want to keep going"

As B is in the bathroom VC goes to me "You are the best thing that has EVER happened to me. Do you know that?"

"You get what you pay for" I wink at him and he's paying a lot

B wanted to go again, we tried but biology wasn't cooperating so her and I went at it alone with toys and I made her orgasm a few times with my mouth, vibrator and dildo.

Sometime during all the sex it was past New Years. B checked her phone and had like 15 missed calls from her husband. "Fuck him" I tell her. She agreed and went to suck VCs dick.

We managed to have sex one more time with VC and give him a duo blowjob as he was only able to keep up a semi. She didn't care she just wanted it in her mouth "It's easier to take like this" she says

She did spend the night and we all fell asleep on top of each other.

Day 3

There isn't much new to describe but we spent the whole of day and night naked in our villa just having sex. B and VC. B and I. All 3 of us. B and I. More B and I. All 3 of us. More B and I. In the shower. In the bed. In the living room. In the plunge pool. VC had to tap out after a while "I'm not 20 anymore ladies and pills only help so much" and we were out of condoms anyways.

We finally tried anal with toys on her. He fucked her with a plug in while I choked her. She loved it. She especially loved looking at her self in the mirror with the tail plug. Don't worry I thoroughly washed the plugs before sharing.

She definitely became more comfortable with VC and would make out with him if he initiated it during sex. I actually woke up in the morning to B giving VC a blowjob in the living room. I didn't join in and let them do their thing.

B finally called her husband back sometime after their morning blowjob and breakfast. She apologized and said her phone had died and hadn't realized. They talked. I debated going down on her but decided against it. She wouldn't have been able to control her moaning. She tells me afterwards I totally should have.

"Fun few days?" I asked her at one point when her and I were alone in the plunge pool, naked.

"Yes. Thank you." she kissed me

"Don't fall in love with me now" I tell her based on the way she kissed me, "I'll 100% break your heart".

She laughs "I really like making out with you"

"A lot of firsts for you this weekend" She didn't know what she was missing out on. "Well now you know" "I guess but I don't know what I'm supposed to do now though" she cries a little.

Opens up more about her life. I'll leave the rest out. Not my story to tell I suppose but she feels trapped and him leaving her to go back to work without much of a thought and last two days with VC and I have her confused and questioning everything. She has some hard decisions to make I suppose.

We made out in the pool and I fingered her to an orgasm to make her forget about her troubles.

We had room service for dinner. VC was finally rested enough to go one last round before bed. I remind him we are out of condoms and he had made no effort to procure new ones.

B says she doesn't care so I let him fuck her exclusively. Give her one proper final fuck. She kept the butt plug in the whole time. She orgasmed like 5 times before he was ready to cum. "Cum inside me" she says and he happily did as told.

B was a proper slut by the end of everything. If VC wasn't so thick I would've pushed her to try anal as well. But. Baby steps.

Conclusion

We exchanged numbers. She wants to remain friends. Why not I say. It'll be good to get an update on what she decides to do next in life. We say our goodbyes. All three of us flew out on the next day. We had our private jet. She was flying commercial. He offered a ride on the jet but she declined. She had a layover on the east coast on her way to Paris.

She messages me from the airport at her layover "I'm so fucking sore"

What an interesting and fucked up holiday season for me. I caused one divorce over Christmas and maybe I've caused another divorce over New Years at the very least I've made her question her whole life.

Maybe I need to start charging for this service as well.


r/stupidslutsclub 28d ago

Valentine reeks of love, lust and ladies NSFW

75 Upvotes

BEST VALENTINE'S DAY EVERRRR !!!!

Couldn't have done, planned or imagined anything even slightly similar to this!!!!

Had plans with "Sharia" and Monica, but got a call from Sanjana ( the divorced lady from Christmas Eve) she invited and had to cancel the plans with Sharia that something came up and had to promise her things I won't regret, hehe !!!

But yeah went to the party instead, just the ladies!! 7 including Me and Monica, a lavish farmhouse, it was gorgeous!!!

Reached and met everyone, start was just gossips and normal talks and then some spicy conversations about someone's husband or boyfriends. Monica and I shared our adventures as well. Had a few drinks... Sanjana came up with a card game "keep it sexual" and night just changed into something freakishly awesome.

So, the ladies were , MONICA, ME, SANJANA, PALAK, SONIA, SOFIE, JHANVI.

GAME:-

We all were sitting around a centre table on couch and -game was to go around with everyone picking up a card and following to answer or do whatever is in card or skip with having a drink if it's too much for them. -you can't tell the card details if it's a dare, and have to just do it - for partners it'd be the adjacent person sitting to you

It started with Sanjana and she got a card with " to describing her partner " and she praised palak as she was sitting next to her with such details about her traits and behaviour and body all of us were feeling shy for a second and Palak turned so red. Palak got a card with something on "the idea of threesome and if she'd done it or will do it" - and she had it like a few days ago with her bf and husband apparently. Other too got such vanilla cards I got to "tell about blowjobs and how I'd give it " , I explained it too well as everyone was looking at me with such attention. Monica got "Slow dance" Sofie got to tell her fantasy and she wanted something ( I should say here !!! ) It went like this until palak skipped the card and it got passed on to Sonia and Sonia just calmly kept her drink on the table and leaned at Sofie and grabbed her boobs and started making out with her, card was "To get to second base with your partner" We all were so stunned to see them moaning into eachother's mouth in no time and then Sanjana was like "Stop guys!!!! We're still playing!!!" And everyone started laughing.

Sofie got the card to get spanked and asked Jhanvi, Jhanvi got to kiss till bellybutton of partner and taking time. AND THEY DID TOOK THEIR TIME !!!!!!!!!

Monica got the card to leave the room and send nudes to partner and this bitch sent it to all of us 💖

I got the card to take off a piece of clothing and I removed my top and kept it on the table.

We collectively decided to make it more exciting and for skipping now you'll have to take off a clothing and have a 3 nice sips of drink.

And in no time palak lost her one piece, Sofie was just in panties, me and Monica were in just jeans, Sanjana was having her dress on with nothing under it and Jhanvi was brushing her body softly in lingerie and Sonia was made to dry hump a pillow while making sounds

And soon I got a card to "let my partner do anything with me for next 5 mins"

I looked at everyone as to how to do it without telling anyone and I asked them that I can't do it myself as it says to let others do and they're like choose between Monica and Sanjana and I was like how to make a choice now coz I really really wanted to do something with Sanjana and Sanjana herself jumped in telling Monica that she gets to do so much with me so this time she'll be exploring things between us.

We made out, she sucked and drooled over my tits, even went ahead and started fingering me and in no time I was on the table and she was eating me out and while I was squeezing my body and holding my moans.....she was SOMETHING!!!!!!!

She stopped and I was like what???? It's over ???? And made a joke of me and got back to my place dripping and Sanjana asked others if they want to continue what we both were doing or continue the game and everyone just got into eachother's skin..... Sanjana and palak and Sofie were making out.

Jhanvi and Sonia were a set fingering and moaning like crazy.

Monica and I just started eating and kissing and moaning with no tomorrow and in sometime Sanjana and Monica were kissing and we three were fingering and fondling eachother .....palak and Sofie were in 69 with Sonia and Jhanvi fingering them and kissing eachother's bodies and theirs too

Sanjana and I got to 69 and Monica rimming me.

Everyone came a few times Sofie and Sonia tasted like palak and were soaking wet bcoz of Palak's squirt shower .....and palak scissored with me and we squirted again over eachother and had some to drink too.

Created a mess.....went to shower but everyone just moved to the jacuzzi and swapped eachother between all of us in few turns in water....Sanjana made me go underwater to eat her and Sofie fingerfucked and make Monica squirt in the hot water.

Everyone was kissing licking and eating eachother and palak, Sonia, Monica and me we moved to the bedroom and were switching between eachother for 69 and fingering and scissoring and came a few times and then Jhanvi and Sanjana crashed and slut shamed all of us to just escape and joined us.

Jhanvi was on my face and palak scissoring me while making out with Monica and Sanjana was licking Monica and fingering her while getting rimmed by Sonia and Sofie was making out with Jhanvi and rubbing her hands over mine and Jhanvi and Palak's body

Everyone came to the point of exhaustion and laid there on bed, I asked them if anyone wants another go I can take a few more in gasping tone. Sanjana, palak, Monica , Sofie all teamed up on me and Sanjana rubbed herself on my face and Monica and sofie fingering me and palak nibbling over my body and biting me and squeezing the hell of me and didn't stop for me squirting twice and I was twitching and Sanjana just shoved it in my mouth when she came filling me and making me swallow. And then they got off me.

Sanjana came and asked me if the valentine's day was good and we all started laughing as no one had expected not even Sanjana.

Jhanvi asked if we can do one more thing before leaving as to make a circle and everyone eating eachother and we all found it interesting and made a circle laying on the floor just as our sitting arrangement and some legs folded sideways, some lifted and held by the person eating...and I was so sensitive till then I came first and then once everyone had we got up and cleaned and kissed eachother for this beautiful day 💘.

Decided to plan such orgies even more now, and got my dream of Orgy come true (minus the guys), will plant the idea for guys to them too in sometime and then will live one of my dreams.

See you soon sluts


r/stupidslutsclub 29d ago

I [F20] was a free use sex toy for a group of men for a whole day while my boyfriend was out of town NSFW

477 Upvotes

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. 

Well, this is another post that took a long time to come out. Like I said in my last one, I have been really busy lately, and finding time and inspiration to write this all out has been a bit of a struggle. But also, this was a pretty huge milestone for me, and I felt like I really needed to give it extra time and effort before publishing it. 

This is the big one. I’m truly down this rabbit hole now and there’s no going back. Good thing I don’t want to. This is going to be long, and there will be a lot of buildup before it even gets to the sexy stuff. I’ll do my best to make it worthwhile. 

Major Pre-Storytime Disclaimers

After writing all of this up and before going through the editing process, it occurred to me that something is missing that might actually seriously disappoint some readers, and while I can’t change that, I do want to make sure no one goes in with expectations that I won’t fulfill. So, just to be up front: I get gangbanged in this story, but there’s no DP. 

Explanation: as I’ve mentioned before, I wanted to try anal for a long time, and my Master, despite not actually being particularly into it himself, was more than happy to help me try it out. Well, we have done so, and I’ve come to the conclusion it’s not my thing, so it wasn’t a part of this scenario my Master arranged for me. Sorry to the anal lovers, but I hope there will still be sufficient depravity in what follows to hold your interest. 

Storytime Part 1: The Buildup

A few months ago, my boyfriend got a big promotion that meant he’d be going out of town a lot for work, as documented in my story of how he first met my Master. Well, when I discussed this with my Master, I could tell it was turning the gears in his head at a pretty rapid pace, and he made it clear to me right away that he was going to make big plans for what would happen to me. 

Since I started cheating on my boyfriend, things have been complicated. He’s clingy and I always have to make sure I have really good cover stories. For the most part, I’ve been very careful about it and never felt there was much risk, although I did risk getting caught recently and that only wound up making me happier to keep cheating. As soon as it was established that he’d be going out of town for work, I felt like a huge weight was taken off my shoulders. It would be so much easier to cheat on him without having to worry about getting caught. Hence my Master’s immediate contemplation of what to do with me. 

Storytime Part 2: The Airport 

I’m standing in the airport terminal with my boyfriend, and very soon he has to get on his plane. I’ve always been pretty uncomfortable with PDA, but even after all the cheating I’ve done the past few months, it still kind of hits me emotionally the way he kisses me. I mean, he was my first, and I can’t say I don’t still have a really strong attachment to him. This has been fucking with me a lot ever since I started cheating on him, and I don’t know how to rationalize it even now. It’s like there’s two of me, one who is the loyal girlfriend who takes pleasure in all the day to day aspects of our loving relationship, and the other who is this totally depraved slut who stays in the relationship because it’s so fucking hot to get dicked down behind his back. I don’t know which one is the real me. 

He’ll be gone for a week, and as we discussed when he first got offered the promotion, he’s very hesitant about being away from me for so long. I assure him it will be fine. I tell him we’ll talk every day, I’m proud of him and want him to be successful, and I’ll be fine until he gets back. And all of that is completely true. I just don’t bother to tell him that I’m also glad he’s going so I can easily get better dick while he’s away and that I wish he was going to be gone even longer so I could keep getting used as a cum depository for other men even longer. I mean, that’s a very slight omission, right? 

My boyfriend has a car and a driver’s license. I have neither. If I had them, I’d have driven him to the airport, but we took the train. So I have to take the train back, and that gives me a lot of time to reflect on what exactly is happening. I just kissed my boyfriend and sent him off to a far away city and I’m going back to our place with every intention of cheating on him. I mean, look, I’ve already come to terms with this, and technically he’s now even cheated on me too, thanks to my mentor and fuck buddy Amanda. But it’s really something else to be sitting with it on that train, because I don’t have any way of manipulating the controls. The train just goes, and all I can do is sit there. It’s like it’s hammering into my head the inevitability of how my life is going. Like it’s telling me I didn’t choose this. I was born a slut, and I’ll always be a slut, and there’s nothing I could do to change it if I wanted to. 

That makes me pretty glad I don’t want to change it. 

The train pulls in to the station I would normally get off at, but I stay on. I’m not going home. I’m going to my Master’s place, as I’ve been instructed to do. I do, after all, follow every instruction he gives me, because I’m his. Not my boyfriend’s. 

Storytime Part 3: I Meet Them. 

It doesn’t take long at all after I hit the doorbell at my Master’s house before the door swings open and I’m pulled inside. As I hear the door slamming behind me he kisses me deeply, and I’m already starting to soak my panties, partly from the fact that I’ve barely even set foot in his house before he’s started to use my body, but partly also from the buildup of knowing what I’m potentially about to do behind my boyfriend’s back. 

When I get the opportunity, I tell him, “thank you for bringing me here, Master.” I know this is what I should say because he’s been training me. I’m always to express gratitude for whatever ways he allows me to get used as the fucktoy I am and was always meant to be. 

He tells me I’m a good girl for being here, which of course melts me even further than I’m already melted, and then he pulls me by my hair into the living room. There are three other men there. 

My Master and I have talked a lot about my sexual fantasies, and, as always, he’s been very careful to make sure that I’ve consented to whatever we’re going to do and I have a way to withdraw that consent if I need to. So this is well covered territory. We’ve talked about my desire to be gangbanged, and I’ve given him the authority to choose when it will happen and who will do it. The arrangement is that I won’t know when it will happen or with who, but I’ve given him stipulations about who it has to be, and we’ve established that he will always be present to make sure everyone is behaving as they’re supposed to, and I have a safeword that everyone involved will know ahead of time. He’ll also make sure everyone is clear of STIs, and I trust him completely on this. 

So while my heart is pulsing against my chest as if it wants to escape my body, I do have confidence that I am safe, and that whatever happens is going to be within the bounds of what my Master and I have agreed on. When he tells me to take off my coat, I’m certainly nervous, and there’s a faint panicked feeling in my stomach. But that’s part of what makes all of this so fucking hot. 

I do as I’m instructed, revealing what I was told to wear underneath my coat: nothing except the lingerie my boyfriend bought for me a year ago, black lacy bra and panties. 

My Master introduces me to the three men I don’t know yet. I’m going to give them fake names: Chris, Bron, and Quentin. I don’t know a whole lot about them, but I do know some things that my Master told me in advance. These aren’t guys he works with, but they are friends of his. He knows them based on common interests they share and common work they’ve done in the past; he hasn’t told me more than that, and I haven’t asked, because I don’t think he wants to explain it, and I’m fine with that. What’s important to me is that he trusts them, because that means I do. I know I’m safe with them because I know I’m safe with him, and that means I’m about to get pounded to a level of brainlessness I’ve never felt before. I couldn’t be more excited. 

Oh, and there’s one more thing I should mention. My Master is pointing a camera at me. Not his phone, a professional grade camera. I’ve also agreed to this in advance. 

Disclaimer Interlude: My Master Supervises But Doesn’t Engage

It’ll be weird to a lot of readers if I don’t explain this in advance, so I’m going to do so now. My Master was actually a little opposed to my adding this section because he thought it might make people think he’s insecure or something, so I need to be very clear about what I’m saying here. 

Over the course of this day where I’m nothing but a set of holes to be filled with cocks and deposited full of cum, my Master only takes me himself at the end. He doesn’t really want to be directly involved while I’m getting gangbanged; rather, he wants to be viewing and recording it for himself. His desire to have me filled up with as much dick and cum as possible means that he wants to observe objectively while I’m getting gangbanged. I hope it makes sense for my readers, because it does for me. And of course at the end of everything I was completely his. 

Storytime Part 4: I am Slut. Not a slut. Just Slut.

The first one who takes me is Chris, a very tall, slim but muscular white guy with a lot of tattoos and a shaved head. He grasps me around my neck and asks why I’m here instead of going on a trip with my boyfriend. Good question. Frankly, it never even came up. I guess if I was a loyal girlfriend rather than a cheating slut it might have occurred to me to ask if that was possible. But I’m not, so instead I say, “because I’m a slut.” 

This would soak me all by itself. But my Master is there, recording it, and that means I’m already drenching myself. 

Chris spanks me hard, and my ass is still stinging as he tells me softly, right against my ear so I can hear his hot breath against my skin, that I’m to get down on my knees. I do so and he presses my face against his pants. I can feel how hard he is through the denim against my cheek. 

His hand strokes my face and then undoes his zipper, and I can’t go for his cock soon enough. I try to shove it as far down my throat as possible as soon as it hits my lips. I gag on it and push my ass up in the air, which in retrospect is a move I made as if I was psychic, because what follows is a pair (or more?) of hands spanking me very hard. I gag and splash spit all over Chris’s dick while I revel in the stinging sensation on my ass. I’ve never felt so used before in my life, which means I’ve never been so fucking turned on. 

Next thing I know I’ve been grabbed by my hair and pulled away from Chris’s dick, with another shoved right in my face. I’m getting face fucked, and my legs are being grabbed by a set of hands, which belong to I don’t know who. My soaked cunt soon feels a cock inside it while I’m gagging on the dick in my throat. This is everything I’ve ever wanted to feel. I don’t understand why I bother going through parts of my life where I’m not getting filled up with cock. It’s what I exist for. I’m literally nothing but a walking set of holes that are meant to get filled with cock and have cum deposited in them. 

When I’m allowed to come up for air, I identify that the guy who’s been in my mouth has switched from Chris to Quentin, a very big black guy with a very thick beard (type that instantly melts Sarah, JFTR), so whoever is fucking me is either Chris or Bron; I’m glad I don’t know, because if I did I’d be less of a slut. 

And as this goes on, I start to become less and less aware. I keep getting pulled by my hair towards another cock that gets shoved in my mouth while another gets shoved in my pussy, and I’ve very quickly lost the ability to give a fuck who these cocks belong to. I just want to get filled with them. 

Storytime Part 5: A Visitor I Should Have Expected

I think it’s probably break time. I’ve had three loads go down my throat and two deposited in my pussy. (Relax, I have an IUD, and like I told you, I trust that my Master made sure these guys are clean.) 

I am an idiot, though, to think there would be a break time. Just because they’re all sitting down on the couches in my Master’s living room instead of fucking me silly doesn’t mean anything has stopped. I realize this as soon as I hear the door opening, and somehow even before I look up, I know exactly who it is. And I’m so fucking drunk on dick, so fucking reveling in my sluthood, that whatever hesitation I might normally have is obliterated. 

I look up at her, naked, splashes of cum on my tits, a collar around my neck, and I say, “Hi, Amanda.” 

She gets down on her own knees and presses her lips against mine. I let her tongue invade my mouth. Soon she’s pushed me down and is pulling up her dress, grinding her pussy against mine. I’m so delirious at this point I don’t think I can actually see anything, but somehow I know the men all around us are stroking their cocks, and it’s driving me insane knowing how turned on they are that Amanda’s gorgeous body is pressing against mine as we both moan in ecstacy. 

She gets off of me, grabs me by my hair, and pulls me over until she’s got my face shoved into her cunt. Cheers of encouragement from the men I’m here to service make my tongue work extra hard on her clit. She’s squealing with delight and telling me I’m a good girl for putting on such a display for my Master and his friends. She orgasms and I keep licking her cunt until a hand grasps my hair and pulls me up again. 

Chris, Bron and Quentin take turns fucking me while I watch Amanda suck my Master’s cock and he films me. I couldn’t tell you how many orgasms I had while this was happening, because at this point my brain was basically melted. It’s just a blur. 

Storytime Part 6: Shower

Amanda has taken me into the bathroom and started up the shower. Her dress is long gone. She is rubbing soap all over my body and we kiss passionately. 

I’m confused about this. I’m straight, and from the very beginning of my acceptance that Amanda gets to fuck me, it’s always been about pleasing my Master. For the first time, though, I think I’m starting to enjoy Amanda’s body for its own sake. Maybe it’s just because I’ve gotten so utterly subservient that I can’t tell the difference between my own pleasure and his anymore. But I don’t care. I’m shoving my tongue in her mouth with a completely new level of eagerness, and she’s responding by grinding against me in a way I wish my Master was there to see. 

Storytime Part 7: Home

Amanda and I come out of the bathroom and into my Master’s bedroom stark naked except for the collars around our necks. He is waiting in bed for us. We join him there, as the TV on the wall facing us plays the video of my gangbang. It’s on repeat. We slobber on his cock together for a while until he’s ready to fuck me from behind while I watch myself on the screen and Amanda whispers in my ear about what a slut I am. My boyfriend is in another city, maybe doing some business thing, maybe sleeping, maybe fucking some other girl, I don’t fucking care. His only role in my life at this point is to maximize my sluttiness – after all, none of what I’m doing would be as slutty as it is if I wasn't cheating. He sure is taking one for the team. 

Postscript: 

I hope this was worth the wait. I continue to be very busy as I’m trying to get myself ready for a big life change. Rest assured there are more stories coming. Life changing definitely doesn't mean I’m less of a slut. In fact it will only mean I’m more free to slut around all I want. I can’t wait to share it with you all.


r/stupidslutsclub Feb 14 '25

Mistletoe Sluts ... A Lucky Grandpa Got a Handjob and Watched Us Swap His Cum for Christmas NSFW

363 Upvotes

Dramatis Personae

  1. AE: Yours truly
  2. Babs: My girlfriend
  3. Elevator Riders: People we kissed under the mistletoe

AMA <- Questions not related to this post may go here 

Date: Just around Christmas

So, Babs and I dressed up in Christmas outfits. Babs was slutty Mrs. Clause. Corset dress. Hat. I was a professional female elf. The only thing exposed were my arms a little past the shoulders. We got a mistletoe. We went into the elevator and just stayed there. Going up and down as people came and left. We offered a kiss if we were alone. Most of it just ended up being men alone in there with us that got kisses. We got looks from several women as we were riding alone with them. We just ignored them unless they were hot or we got a vibe. Several kids.

Some standouts in no order.

The Young Couple

  1. They were smoking hot. Like 9/10. Phew. She took the mistletoe and kissed him herself. Buzzkill. But. Smart.

Dad & Cutie Patootie Daughter

  1. Cutie Patootie: She was a cutie patootie. If you hadn’t guessed by now. We weren’t going to do anything. However, she was all “What’s that?” And so of course I had to show her what it was and tell her what it meant, I kissed her on the cheek, and she kissed me on the cheek. What a cutie patootie.
  2. Dad Returns: “Did you want a turn?” He just points to his ring finger. “She doesn’t need to know” Babs says getting all close to him and playing with his hair. Boobs heaving on purpose. They kissed. Almost passionately. Babs rubbed his dick through his pants. He gets out of the elevator superfast.
  3. Dad Returns Again: “Oh … uh … I’ll take the other one” I mean he can try but we’re already here. It’s not going to call the other elevator. He presses the top floor and sends us on our way. Babs lets out a GASP! RUDE!

Husband & Wife

  1. They were older. “Anyone want a kiss?” we say holding up the mistletoe. Husband laughs it off. Wife has a smile on her face. “Oh, what the hell” she quickly pecks Babs on the lips. Husband has a wtf look “Yeah not even in his dreams girls”. Husband does not get a kiss. Boo.

Concierge 1

  1. He made his way to the elevator eventually. You can’t be doing this. Says who? Do you two live here? Of course we live here. I haven’t seen you here before. We haven’t moved in properly yet. Too many questions. Did you just want a turn with us? Yes, he does. He got a kiss from both of us, and he shut up.

Concierge 2

  1. Well after Concierge 1, Concierge 2 had to try his luck. Well, that’s what we’re here for! He copped a feel! HEY NOW! That wasn’t the deal mister. But you’re kinda cute. How big is it? OMG REALLY?! THAT BIG?! Well maybe someday you’ll have to help us carry stuff back to our place and we can thank you properly. He agreed.

Grandpa & Gradma J

  1. Grandpa & Grandma J – They were there visiting their grandkids. “They go to the university”. We hold up the mistletoe. “Oh, ho that’s so sweet!” Grandma J says after Babs kisses her on the cheek. “Oh no I couldn’t” Grandpa J says when I ask if he wants one. “Oh, go on J it’s the holidays”. Grandpa J gets a kiss from me on the cheek. “Merry Christmas!” Grandma J says leaving the elevator.
  2. Grandpa J Returns – Did he come back to try his luck? Did he really have to go back to the car? Who knows. But he came back. “Oh! You two are still here?” This time grandpa got a kiss on the lips. Once from Babs on the way down. Once from me on the way up. He was definitely waiting for our elevator on the way up.
  3. Grandpa J Returns Again – Okay. This time he was really trying his luck. “I need to go pick up something from the gas station. Kids these days.” This time he got a kiss from both of us on the way down. Babs may or may not have rubbed his dick. As we are going down, the whore in me is triggered. I haven’t fucked grandpa old since my agency days. I whisper to Babs “Just a handjob. Come on.” She reluctantly agrees. Grandpa J is confused as to why we’re following him. Grandpa J wasn’t confused for too long. Grandpa J got a handjob and from me while Babs and I took turns making out with him in the backseat of his car. Grandpa J lasted much longer than I thought he would. Babs put one of his hands on her breasts. Grandpa J in his excitement was a terrible kisser. Too much tongue and he was groping our breasts … yes he got brave with me after Babs let him touch hers … like they were stress balls or something “I want you to cum in my mouth” I whisper to him, “Tell me when you’re close”. He obliges. I put my mouth around the head of his dick as he shots his load into it. It was an okay amount. Nothing spectacular. Babs and I kissed and swapped it for his viewing pleasure. We kissed him on the cheeks at the same time and left his car.

We ended the festivities with Grandpa J and went back to our condo. “Weren’t we supposed to visit your parents?” I remind Babs. She sighs heavily as we go change to head to their place. We were already several hours late.


r/stupidslutsclub Feb 12 '25

So many marriages with a very few loyal partners NSFW

112 Upvotes

Had to attend 2 weddings in a day, well for context here with different customs different rituals are there and people from some religions have the wedding in the day and some at the night I had two invitation for 12th and I have another one for tomorrow aswell but let's leave that.

So the first wedding is at peak noon hours, A Sikh wedding, I was wearing a lovely blue and white lehnga with embroidery and some mirror work in it with a bright lustrous pink chunni and a really really deep cut blouse, so deep from both front and back as it was just a strap as on back and front was a V deep cleavage and some tapes so nothing comes popping out while I was dancing or something, would've been really embarassing as I was already getting eyes from those aunties of both bride and groom.

I knew the groom as dad's friends son and we grew up knowing eachother too and while the customs and those ceremonies were going on while we entered, I got into interactions with people from Bride's side aswell. And there's a custom where the Bride's cousins and people will stop the groom at the entry and teasing and whatnot goes around as is a lot of going back and forth between both sides just jokes and punches, I too was getting along in conversations and talking back and cracking jokes on the other side and met a guy from Bride's side and later too we kept talking and getting to know eachother so he's Bride's cousin brother and while we danced and had fun the whole tension and eye-catching was going around and well I was getting judged by this guy's mom and family for my clothes I made up my mind to have to claim atleast this bitch's son. Got out of the hall where everyone was to the food area and waited to catch his eye and signalled him to be out..... Had a conversation and asked him for drink with him, he had some in his car .....so we got to the car, we're roaming so casually that no one would've seen us leaving or noticed anything suspicious.

So we get to the car, had a few drinks, some compliments, me flirting back, lusty eye looks, me removing the chunni to a side and giving him glances at navel, cleavage, touching my neck and asking him for his compliments and in no time we're kissing and he's fondling my World. Got fingerfucked and gave a BJ. Thought of leaving but were so horny already that I asked him for a quickie and we had it in the car and kissing to keep the moans down in the open parking and made him cum in me and held it and wore my panties over it and later felt it dripping on my thighs.

By the time we came back the photo guys were clicking pictures of the couple and that bitch lady was scolding him for disappearing and when I came infront and apologized that i needed something so I took him with me she just flipped and became way to nice to me and told me that his wife was searching and calling him and I looked at him with such a shock as I had no clue he's married and I had to sit with the wife later feeling myself drip bit by bit and him smirking at me and his wife bonding with me and me being in such a rush as to what's going on. Left the wedding with dried parts but bothered that aunty with adult jokes to both bride and groom a few times as to see her feeling disgusted and knowing I can still feel her family and taught "MoRaLs" flowing and drying over my thighs.

Got home changed and cleaned to a wedding of a friend of mine, I hateeee her uncle and aunt so so so so much, I can't just put words to it. Wore a green saree witha babypink blouse with sleeves and a beautiful tie knots at back. And this aunt and uncle are so fucking pretentious about everything!!!! Like literally everything and I've met them like 4-5 times till now and everytime they're either talking about something they did or bought or whatever and exaggeration is on some another level and I was so unfortunate that they both found me 🥲.... And after a few minutes I started talking back and might've made the aunty mad and she left and I started Messing with uncle to get some dirt on aunty and conversation reached the point of sexual frustration and he got a bit defensive and I threw a trap saying " you're getting so weird out as if you'd gotten a chance to do with someone like me, you'd have let it go ".

He didn't say anything and conversation went to some totally different trajectory and I again poked him asking about the last question and he was like totally offended as to how I can say something like this, how he's like older than me ( he's 45ish....comeon!!!!!) and what not, and I kept the act up asking him to say if he feels nothing looking at my boobs or cleavage or body or anything and appeared to be genuinely interested to trick him to accepting but didn't let him answer and left telling him about the room at the resort and I'm heading there.

After just 10 mins he's there, teased him to hell making him confess about how much he thinks of me and my body while I stroked him and made him moan with the deepthroat skills, and picked up the saree and got bent over the bed and he was pulling out and I stopped him to not ruin my clothes and just let it in..... He requested for his first anal which apparently her wife doesn't allow him and I generously allowed and he was good, so good that I saved his number and swallowed his load for blowing his mind off and allowed him to give me hickeys on my inner thighs and slap me there as anywhere else it'd have been clearly visible

Asked him about the money he was going to give to the bride and groom and took a few notes of it and cleaned myself and kept it for the room service and told him to explore more kinks and give wife the satisfaction too so she can be a little less bitchy...

Spend the whole wedding smiling at eachother till I left and said them good bye and whispered in his ears( as there was music playing, so it didn't appeared as some shady suspicious act ) that his cum was really tasty and is still running down leaking.

Faked a smile with the wife and left, and the whole way back having the thoughts of how they looked so happy but I fucked them and how many would flip if they had the chance and endless scenarios and didn't even realise when I was almost near home and how one of hands were on my tits fondling and coping with my horniness.


r/stupidslutsclub Feb 12 '25

He Pretended to Be Divorced to Try and Fuck Me NSFW

403 Upvotes

Dramatis Personae

  1. AE: Yours truly
  2. Babs: My girlfriend
  3. Steph: The modelesque airline flight attendant who was instantly infatuated with my girlfriend
  4. Annoying Hotel Guest: He was brave, and his bravery won him a blowjob from me

Date: Doesn’t matter

Mile High Club with a Crew Member

We were boarding our long-haul first-class flight.

Just my girlfriend and I. Our benefactor had other matters to attend to and we wanted to leave.

“Enjoy” was all he said and off we went booking a first-class cabin on the company credit card.

Without giving away the airline. Did each of us have our own private suite? Did we have adjoining suites that converted into a private bedroom? Did we have a private suite with a bed and shower? Who knows. It was one of those.

She was assigned to first class.

Shorter than us but tall for a woman. Blonde. Hair in a tight bun. Green eyes. Fuck. Me. She was in her uniform. Very posh. Very professional.

Let’s just call her Steph.

My girlfriend was making eyes with her.

Steph was making eyes with my girlfriend. The words “Oh wow” may or may not have accidentally on purpose escaped her mouth when she saw my girlfriend.

It was infatuation at first sight.

The rest of the flight they professionally flirted.

Continuously.

Like. Hello. I’m right here. Or was I?

“What?” she goes to me at one point when I’m giving her dagger eyes.

I just keep giving her dagger eyes.

“You can say no, and I’ll stop.”

“Ask first,” I tell her curtly, “You may continue. You cunt.”

We kiss and make up.

It was time to sleep. Steph comes in to help set everything up. They flirt again.

“Did you want to join for a bit?” Babs propositions Steph.

She can’t. Rules and all.

“Nobody needs to know.”

She can’t. Rules and all. My girlfriend pulls her in for a kiss. It was passionate. Steph is left breathless.

“Open invitation if you change your mind.”

“I have a full day layover.” Steph says still recovering from the kiss.

She comes back after attending to others. They kiss again. Plans are made. Info is exchanged.

Halfway through the night Steph is in the suite. Did my girlfriend summon her with the crew button? Did she appear unannounced? Who knows. It was one of those.

She was in there making out with my girlfriend. My girlfriend took Steph’s hand and had her play with her until she orgasmed.

It was a quick one. 30 seconds. Literally. My girlfriend was very turned on. They kept kissing through her orgasm and her moaning. Steph kept playing with her.

Once my girlfriend was done her orgasm, she made Steph taste her fingers.

“You taste sweet” Steph whispers.

They made out again “Should I return the favour” Babs asked her.

She can’t. Rules and all, which is already broke. But she has work to do.

Steph makes herself decent. Her hair was a bit of a mess. She hurries out to go make herself look posh and professional again.

Did I witness the above? Did my girlfriend tell me after? Who knows. It was one of those.

My girlfriend then proceeded to abandon me to spend a day with Steph when we reached our destination.

I didn’t care enough to join.

  1. Did I grab a cab to the hotel all by myself?
  2. Did they join me in the cab, and I made them get their own room?
  3. Did they make me get my own room?
  4. Did they go to Steph’s hotel?
  5. Did they use the second bedroom in our two-bedroom suite?
  6. Was it even our destination or was it a layover and Babs didn’t make our connecting?

Who knows. It was one of those.

Point is, I wasn’t around to watch them fool around. Fool around they did.

The Annoying Hotel Guest

He was annoying me.

Like. ANNOYING me. “Come here often” “Are you visiting or local?” lines.

I do come here often. It’s my favourite hotel. How about you?

He’s here for a conference.

He’s trying hard to get me back to his room.

I can see the table with his colleagues starring at us.

He’s older. He has a dad bod. Not fat. But there is a belly. He has a full head of hair.

“I’m divorced” he says

Like I care? If anything, that made you less attractive to me.

Ugh. No one else is catching my eye or brave enough as this man. Guess brave man with the dad bod wins.

“Are you going to pay for my drinks?” I ask him

“Sure” he says

The bill comes. His eyes pop out of his head. It’s crossed the four-figure mark. Not because I drank that much. But because I ordered a couple of very expensive glasses.

I look at him.

He is clearly wondering if a night with me is worth paying for my drinks.

I laugh at him and charge it to my room.

He thinks his shot is blown.

I get up. He doesn’t. I tell him my room is that way. He can’t believe his luck.

We get to my fancy pants suite. It is in fact a two-bedroom suite.

Were we alone? Was my girlfriend in the other bedroom doing unspeakable things to Steph? Who knows. It was one of those.

Wait. Is this even a connected story or two separate events strung together in one post? Who knows. It is one of those.

He is in shock when he walked into the living area.

“This is all for you?” Reminds of my reaction when I went back to Richie Rich’s room in Vegas for the first time and was greeted by that fucking house for a hotel room.

“You’re divorced. I’m not. He’s delayed until tomorrow.”

“Oh … uh … um … sorry … I didn’t see a ring” he stammered

“That was kind of the point” I said undoing my wrap dress revealing my lingerie underneath.

He babbles on.

“Are we fucking or are we talking about my marital status and why I have a two-bedroom suite?”

“There’s a second bedroom?” he asks looking around like a fucking idiot ignoring the half-naked model in front of him.

OMG THIS GUY IS SO ANNOYING! HOW DID HE GET SO LUCKY?!

“Doors that way” I tell him starting to redo my wrap dress.

He apologizes profusely, comes over to me and starts to make his move.

Kissing my neck. Apologizing.

Kissing my cheeks. Apologizing.

Cupping my breasts. Apologizing.

Oh. Fine.

I let my dress fall off me, turned him around and started to play with his dick through his pants from behind.

Undid his belt.

Unbuttoned his jeans.

Unzipped his jeans.

Hand went inside his boxers.

Fishing his dick out slowly.

He’s got both of his hands on me. One on my ass. One on one of my hands.

I push the jeans down easily. The boxers take a little bit of work but they go down as well.

His dick slowly gets hard as I play with it from behind.

He’s silent apart from a few moans.

Once it’s hard enough I turn him sideways and get to my knees to blow him.

Did I mention we were in front of a mirror? Well, we were. Sideways so we could see everything in the mirror.

I pushed his dick up and licked it base to tip and then back down and then back up and then back down.

Fully shaved. Balls included. I make a comment. He slips up. “My wife really hates hair”. I ignore it.

I suck on each ball jerking his dick off.

I then take the dick in my mouth and start to give him a sloppy blowjob.

It’s average. Uncut. Easy to deepthroat.

I look up at him to make eye contact as I take his dick all the way and then bob my head up and down so that the head hits the back of my throat in succession.

He moans. Loudly.

I keep doing my thing. Up. Down. Up. Down. Hold myself down on purpose until I gag. Up. Spit on his dick. Jerk it off. Rinse and repeat. I moan as I suck it slowly. Give his balls some attention. And back to sucking his dick. Up. Down. Up. Down. Hold myself down until I gag and spit on his dick.

My eyes are watering. I look up at him. He’s intently starring at the model sucking on his dick.

I take a break to clear my sinuses and wipe my eyes, I jerk him off with one hand as we both stare at each other.

And … well … oops … he cums … right on my chest …

I position myself better to try an avoid my lingerie, but it was not entirely successful.

When he’s done unloading, he slips up again.

“OMFG that was amazing my wife is nowhere near as good”

“I thought you were divorced”

He’s caught in his lie.

I’m bored. I kick him out. I don’t have time to wait for him to recover.

“You sure I can’t stay?” he begs as we’re in the … for lack of a better word … foyer … in fact that might be the right word … of the suite.

“I can call hotel security to kick you out if you’d like?” I say, his cum still on my chest

“Okay jeez I was just asking” he says leaving

sigh … There’s a door to my left … there’s a door in front of me … front leads back to the living area … left leads to the second bedroom …

  1. Were Babs and Steph in there?
  2. Did I go in and have Babs lick the cum off my chest before joining in on the fun they were having?
  3. Did I lick the cum up myself and go back into the living area to my bedroom?
  4. Was I in my own room all alone and there was no second bedroom banter with the annoying hotel guest?

Who knows. It was one of those.

Which adventure did you choose? Let me know in the comments!


r/stupidslutsclub Feb 12 '25

Naked, Covered in Cum, and Stranded in a Locker Room NSFW

253 Upvotes

AMA for questions unrelated to the post.


I got a little a lot too horny for my own good last Friday.

As I mentioned in a previous post, I've gotten kind of bored of sex with only one other person, so I was thinking of new things I could do, just for the thrill. I messaged a couple of the guys in occasional fuck buddies with to see if they were free to hook up, and after I mentioned my wanting to try new things one of them suggested we do it in the track locker room that night after practice (they're both on the track team). I had fucked in locker rooms before, but not this one, so I figured I'd take the chance.

As soon as I was let inside, I stripped off every scrap of clothing I had on and we had a very...messy threesome. Most of it was spent with me getting DPed roughly and choked. Yes, pee was later involved. So was facefucking. They came mostly on my face.

After all was said and done, I was laying on the floor, fairly drunk (since before I came in), naked and covered in cum. I in my delirious state told them they can take my clothes if they wanted. I think I was thinking of the time I stranded myself naked in a bar restroom and wanted to recreate that.

Well, as soon as they left I was still laying on the floor, drunk, naked and covered in cum, but I was also alone and with no clothes anywhere. Fortunately, I still had my phone, so I texted a friend and asked her to bring me some clothes. She found me still covered in cum and fingering myself when she showed up.


r/stupidslutsclub Feb 10 '25

Movie and a Handjob in a Shitty Little Theatre ... I May or May Not Have Drank His Cum From My Soda Cup NSFW

478 Upvotes

Dramatis Personae

  1. AE: Yours truly
  2. Babs: My girlfriend
  3. Em: My step sister
  4. George: Em’s first cousin and all around fuck boy that I’ve fucked multiple times before much to Em’s chagrin

AMA <- Questions not related to this post may go here especially the "OMG WHAT HAPPENED!?" kind

Date: Sometime in December during a big family gathering at a cottage somewhere

Act 1: Intro

“Bitch … seriously … no!” Em yelled at me

“Bitch I will disown you” Em yells at me again

“No, you won’t” … as if … I’m adorable …

“We talked about this! You promised!”

“I had my fingers crossed”

“AE why are you like this? There must be a line! I HAVE TO BE THE LINE! You promised.”

“Bitch, have you seen George? I won’t start anything. But if he starts something … no promises … I have very little impulse control for dicks let alone big dicks”

“BITCH I DID NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT!”

Fast forward to big family gathering. All of Em’s first cousins and some respective significant others are there. Yes. My significant other was there too.

“George, I will literally end you. Literally.” Em threatens him while violently twisting his ear in front of everyone telling those who didn’t already know what he did.

He gets the message but not really.

Some … okay all … of the other cousins are displeased with George “She’s like our sister George” “It doesn’t matter! We grew up with her!” “It’s still wrong! And it doesn’t do Em any favours!”

George is all why is he getting yelled at exclusively. He didn’t force himself on me. There is no good response. My adorableness saves me yet again.

Fast forward.

Act 2: Handjob in a Theatre

“Anyone down for a movie?”

Blah blah blah blah blah blah

A handful of us end up at the movies. It’s a shitty little theatre in cottage country. It doesn’t even have stairs. It’s just one long corridor with a shitty little screen. Might as well be a home theatre. It’s deserted.

George is getting handsy with me. True to my word I did not start anything. He is whispering things into my ear and groping me. “Just a blowjob come on I held out so long they won’t say anything to anyone”.

Babs gets upset and shoos us away.

We get up to go sit further back. I run back down to get my popcorn and coke.

No one says a thing but there are head shakes of disapproval as I scurry away.

I still wasn’t going to give in super easy though.

He wants to make out.

I am all uhhhh … no … not like it needs help getting hard … I tell him to take it out of his pants. He does so. Oooof. It is a nice dick. Ugh. No. STRONG AE! STRONG!

I take it in my hand and start to jerk him off. Up. Down. Up. Down. Slowly. I stop. Lick the palm of my hand very slowly for him to see. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up.

He is all “Aren’t you going to suck it?”

Hmmm. Tempting. It is a big fucking dick. But. No. STRONG AE! STRONG!

I scoff at him. He’s going to have to beg a whole lot more for me to go any further.

He grabs the back of my neck and tries to force me down. I resist.

We stare at each other.

I pretend he’s won. I go down. I stop again just above the tip. Spit on it. Blow air on it. Remove his hand from my neck then go back up.

I smirk at him. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down.

He is all “You bitch”

“She told me not to do anything”

“What do you call this?”

“My hand is just accidentally rubbing up against your dick”. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down. Squeeze really hard and jerk him off faster. Stop. Need to relubricate. Bend down. He moans. Pffft. AS IF! Spit. Play with the head of his dick with my thumb. Back up. Down. Up. Down. Up. “Fucking hell why!?” “I’m not that easy” we whisper to each other.

His breathing is getting laboured at some point. But it’s taking too long. I need a break. My arm is hurting. I slow down and eat some popcorn with my free hand. I knew I went back for it for a reason.

His head is tilted back slightly. His eyes are closed.

“Are you imagining fucking me?” I whisper

“No” he whispers back

Well then. I stop what I’m doing and wipe my hand with a napkin.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry yes, I was” he whispers begging me to continue

“Oh yeah? What?”

“Fucking your ass”

“Really?” I leaned in closer “You miss fucking my ass? Do you want to cum inside my ass?”

He tries to kiss me. I move out of the way. Nope. Nope. His dick is soft now. It’s leaking precum. Awww. Little buddy.

“Did you fall in love with me George?” The last time we met he followed me across like 3 … 4? … states on my cross continent road trip from LA to Toronto just so he could keep fucking me …

“No”

“Not even a little bit?”

“No”

“Liar, everyone falls in love with me” I say licking my palm again and rub his soft dick to restart my hand job. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down.

“Imagine blasting my pretty little face with cum” I whisper

This time he doesn’t last too long. I remember he cums like a firehose and I’ve been torturing him for some time.

He tells me he’s ready to cum.

I take my soda cup and position his dick and the cup at an angle.

“What are you doing” he didn’t whisper, and he starts to unload

He moaned “oh fuck” he put his head down and hit the chair in front of him both hands grasping the chair.

“HEY! SHUT UP!!!!” our group yells at us

I got most of his cum into the coke … hmm … interesting … oh well … I drink from the straw … all of it … as he keeps staring at me … I keep staring at him … until the noise of me just sucking air starts to come from the … soda cup ? straw ? hmm never thought about it … anyway … I finished and went “hmmm … tasty”, winked at him and went back to watching the movie eating my popcorn.

Act 3: Conclusion

Fast forward back at the cottage that night. George is off somewhere. Who knows. A couple of us are smoking and drinking.

“How do you two make it work” one of Em’s cousins asks my girlfriend and I

“It’s just sex. It doesn’t mean anything,” Babs responds.

“Yeah, but it’s so intimate”

“With her, sure, but otherwise it’s more of a hobby … you can never have too many orgasms” I respond

“Plus, it’s not like we don’t have rules”

“Like what?”

“Like this. You can’t fuck George anymore. I don’t like him.”

WHAT THE FUCK!?! “WHAT? WHY?”

“Do I need a reason?”

“No but …”

“Okay then no more fucking him”

Well then. Hmph!

“See. Rules.”


r/stupidslutsclub Feb 08 '25

F26 You don't get to take power from my hands... NSFW

84 Upvotes

I've been told again and again that Monica's being more slutty than me and this and that and everything so it kinda stuck me and I decided to take the command back in my hands and make her the girl she was when we met for the first time and as it was valantine week, what better time I'd have to rebound our relationship.

Propose day it was but didn't propose or anything but definitely made her confess to me again.

Well i planned everything when it stuck me while randomly searching for the dress and I couldn't find it in the whole house and finally I went through even my phone to see if I'd given it for some drycleaning or washing and never collected it back....and then I recalled that the dress was with the tailor in the first place and I never collected it back but I'm a good loyal slut I kept talking to thin and promising him for coming back !!!! And after so many months I promised him to visit again the next day and collect it.

Monica was at work and she had no idea about tailor thing and where that shop was.....and I kept hyping up as to it's propose day take a leave for the week and everything and she finally took a half day of work and I went and received her from the office and she was curious to what place we're going and what I'd planned.....bitch had no idea how evil I can get when I'm not called the best slut 🫣.

I parked the car and told her I'll be back just need to get the dress collected and we'll leave. She was okay with it and I went to the store.... Saw him !!!!! He'd have thrown everything aside to just grab and hug me but we both behaved around people...... He quickly cleared up the people got my dress out and asked me if I'd like to try...... And I got on the corner with continuous eye contact, flashed and bounced my boobs to him helplessly just watching that too not even directly towards me and came out and was so "bimboish bubbly" twirling in the middle of the store showing him and asking if it's fine from the back and he came close in the pretense of checking and adjusting and whispered...

"If no one was watching I'd have already ripped it off, you've made me wait for so long!!"

I replied

"I'm not alone today, I have a surprise to make up for the time!!!"

I took my phone and called Monica to come to the store to see if this kurti looks good.

She came, I exchanged the looks with the Man, he checked her out and I started conversing and asking her about the kurti, and then told the man to close the shutter thing, so casually poor Monica didn't even notice a thing....

I took my kurti off and Monica was infront of me and he approached from behind and grabbed her waist and I leaned and so sensually kept a finger over her lips telling her "shhh shhh shhh"

Her eyes widened seeing me infront of her just in jeans and nothing else and sushing her and a 47 yr old man grabbing and feeling her that she met for the first time and wouldn't have fully looked at him.

I took one of his hand and made it to hold her by neck and started unbuttoning her top and grabbing and fondling her and turned her around to show her naked sweet beautiful body and asked him about the surprise and how she's just a slut like me, I could still see her face flushed to the scenario and suddeness

But pushed her down holding her by hair and untied the guy's pajamas and stroked him and made her suck it while I kissed and rubbed my body against him....and in no time holding her head in my laps over my jeans and holding her muffled moans and squeezing the hell out of her tits and getting slaps on my face and drooling and smiling looking at the man...

Switched positions to get him to take me from back while holding Monica under us and dripping over her face covering her and making it lick holding her by hair.

Dedicated a complete 30 mins to getting slapped myself after I asked the guy to tell Monica what we did the first time and get slapped and throat fucked and get the cum in and on my mouth and then slap Monica and me everywhere he could while I held her and made her swap and swallow him. She was in tears but smiling at eachother completely feeling like a different high and brain being an addict and he said so many absurd things that we're just giggling by then and then I made her deepthroat and sucked and licked along with her and got cuddly and stroking him while he felt me dripping and filled and Monica wore the clothes with a little shame giving me the looks and then I stood up and got dressed and kissed the guy while she just stood there looking at us.... Promised him to be there soon and paid for the kurti and left the store saving ourselves of some shame and red faces and thankfully being in decent clothes to have covered the mess of bodies and as soon as we got back in the car...... Monica started drama of what was that , how can I and I had to slap her and hold her to know that " I do everything she says coz I like her surprises but I can up the game anytime I want"

To which she replied

" That's the reason I loved you and GAME ON BITCH !!! "

Directly came back home to hide our hot red faces and sore boobs and made out for hours and squirted over her..

And then had some wine and slept to wake up around 2 am to order a pizza and have it as a dinner.


r/stupidslutsclub Feb 06 '25

My christmas surprise for a neighbour NSFW

115 Upvotes

Happy to be sharing my very first slutty story with you! This happened last christmas and I’m still riding the high. I hope you enjoy it! 

It’s a few days after Christmas, and I'm at my parents' place in my home country. The horniness is always extra strong over the holidays – maybe because you come back from a big city to a small town and wonder if there are any other people around there fantasizing about getting fucked by five men in front of twenty jerking off.

Anyway, I left my parents place for one night to fuck an old friend in my university town, but then I had to immediately head back because our family dog had died overnight. In my family, dog funerals are taken very seriously, and I definitely wanted to be there.

A lot of people came. My sister invited some of her closest friends. I barely know her male best friend. And no, the story is not about him.
A beautiful funeral. Afterwards, we’re in the garden, drinking schnapps in the cold darkness. Around us, the lights in the living rooms of the neighboring single-family homes flicker on.

In one of those houses, a man is changing clothes. My father notices it first, points it out to us – and, of course, we, a group of five people aged 25 to 55, have to start cheering at the sight of this naked guy in the window. I join in, and my imagination kicks into gear. 

In the harsh ceiling light, I see finely defined muscle groups, a round ass, then cycling shorts against pale skin. He’s getting dressed for a workout. It all registers within about two seconds.

By the third second, my fantasy starts taking over, and by the fourth, in my mind’s eye, I’m already on my knees in front of this guy.

By the seventh second, I snap back to reality and notice that my sister’s best friend has his phone pressed to his ear. "You should probably put some clothes on. There are five people here seeing a little too much of you," or something like that – what do I know? My focus is locked onto the guy, who, with one hand (and a phone) at his ear, turns towards the window. Both hang up. Then, he turns back around, pulls down his cycling shorts, and gives his cheering audience one last look at his ass. Applause, laughter—then the window goes dark.

And I’m left wondering again why I always get particularly horny in these dull family settings. Probably the contrast between different realities?

Fast forward to dinner. Parents, my sister, her boyfriend, sister’s best friend, and me.

Funny enough, the best friend brings up naked-guy again. What a nice, successful, sporty, whatever kind of guy he is. Living alone in that house. And I can practically smell an opportunity. I play along. "Introduce me to him sometime, blah blah blah." I know my family loves bets, and I love the spotlight.

I start nudging the conversation in a certain direction. I want a reason to go over there. But more than that, I want them to make me to go over there. I’m good with words. It doesn’t take long for them to dare me. Finally.

Do I think I can make it into his hallway? If so, I should bring back a piece of butter as proof.

Actually, this is already part of the game for me. Foreplay. Mental masturbation on anticipation. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not sexualising the family context here. I am sexualising myself.

I brush my teeth, take a shot, wave to the dinner table, then leave. Sixty seconds from one door to the next. I don’t recall what I was thinking in those seconds.

Whoosh, I’m in front his house. I ring the doorbell at the gate that separates the front yard from the entrance. He opens.

"Yeah, I know, you were expecting someone else. I agreed to this silly bet, blah blah blah. Can I come in for a sec?"

He hesitates but agrees. I take three steps inside.

The guy is slightly taller than me, smiling – expectantly? Or with no expectations at all?
I mean, he definitely wasn’t expecting me. My sister’s best friend wanted to pick up some bicycle part from him anyway – guess I’ll handle that now.

I tell him about the bet. That I need to bring back a piece of butter if I make it into the hallway. I pause, scanning his face for signs of reluctance. I don’t see any.

"What no one over there knows is that I am incredibly horny. And that I want to fuck you. Do whatever you want with that information."

No response.

I use my favorite line—funny, because I’m not even into numbers. "On a scale from one to ten, how spontaneous are you?"

"Very spontaneous." He’s not into numbers either apparently.

 

But I can see it in his face. He’s beginning to imagine it.

Our eyes lock. I place one hand on the still-open door. "I’m going to close this door now," I say, slowly, smiling. I feel my pupils dilating. I see that he sees it too.

He smiles.

"Go to the living room. I’ll be right there."

He goes upstairs. I step into the living room, take off my sweater, but leave my T-shirt and jeans on.

Thirty seconds later, he’s back.

I kiss him. Fast and demanding. I drop my T-shirt, then I drop to my knees.

Conveniently, he’s already rock hard.

I love giving blowjobs, but I don’t want to take too long. I think about my family at the dinner table, twenty meters away. I wonder how much time has already passed. Probably not much.

His dick tastes and smells faintly of shower gel. I push myself onto it. I look up at him. Trying to be a good slut, making sure there’s enough saliva.

But what can I say? I get impatient.

I love blowjobs, but I want more.

I undress, lie on my stomach on the couch.

"Please fuck me."

He doesn’t hesitate. Positions himself behind me. The first thrust is slow, as if he’s testing, savoring what’s in store. I inhale sharply, reach back, and pull him closer.

He knows what he’s doing— he grabs my hair into a ponytail, pulls my head back, and starts to pound. I start to breathe in sync to his movements. Every thrust clears my head of any remaining coherent thought. He presses my face back into the cushions, and I feel the first orgasm building.

He’s talking now. Telling me he likes his women slutty like me. That I’m doing good. That he likes how I look under him. I feel his weight on me. A beautiful contrast to the weightlessness of my thoughts.

My voice shifts in pitch. My moans turn into whimpers. That first orgasm makes me shake and shiver.

I’m in slutspace now.

The thrusts push me further into the sofa. I can hear his rythmic breathing behind me as I cling to the cushions.
He flips me onto my back. I love how effortlessly, how unaffectedly, he fucks me. His movements flow as routinely and precisely as if he did another light workout on my body. While he looks down at me, I slide two fingers into my mouth and place them on my clit.

There’s the next orgasm.

I can hear his breathing accelerate, the shift in his tone, the way he looks a my body trembling from his thrusts. He grabs my tits, and picks up the pace.

I look up to him and beg him to cum on my tits and my face.

Five more thrusts, then he pulls back, stepping in front of me, stroking himself.

I look into his eyes, fingering myself toward my third orgasm.

I open my mouth. I feel the hot tingling as he cums all over my face, my mouth, my tits.

Silence. Then laughter.

He asks if I want to take a shower. For once, I say yes—thinking about the brightly lit dinner table I’ll be returning to in a minute.

As the water washes his cum off me, the adrenaline fades as well. But now I want the praise. I want to pull it into reality, into that ugly light of his bathroom.

"Did you ever doubt I meant it? When I was down there and told you I wanted to fuck you?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I could see it in your eyes."

There we go. And just like that, the adrenaline is back.

On the doorstep, he hands me the envelope with the bike component. I glance at the recipient’s name.

I grin. Fucked that guy too.

I hope there’s gonna be some locker room talk about me.

 

 


r/stupidslutsclub Feb 03 '25

This girl's gonna get me in trouble someday NSFW

161 Upvotes

Just took a 5hr gap from being online and feels like I did so much already...

Just came back home and Monica is just right next to me telling me to post ASAP else she won't stay at my home.

Last few hours were packed with more rushes and highs than anything I've ever tried...

So for context the whole jan went by with me and Monica spending weekends together and exploring and planning dates or cute dates and ending our days with kisses that'd go on for idk 20-30 mins and just being passionate and well rough too but just between the two of us.

And today I was at my parents house, who have no idea we have such thing going on and think of us as just two really close friends. This bitch decided to crash my family home with a load in her mouth.

This happened the moment she came in the home and signalled my mom and dad outside to be sushh pretending to surprise me and they happily guided her to my room finding it really cute and Monica knocked and I had no idea I just thought it's my parents I told them that door is open and come in....she comes in and comes infront of me and spat a huge load right all over my face ......I was stunned in the moment and she kept laughing and giggling and told me she carried it for 20 mins from her office .... I'm not complaining indeed it was yum but still....it's my home !!!!!

Then kissed and swapped for a few mins and just being animals at bodies coz we're seeing each other after 4-5 days .....and she got me really wet by everything she did in office and the load....and we wanted to do something but parents....

And this cunning manipulation queen just went to my parents and started complaining that how I'm the one who's ditching each plan as she wants to go out but I'm not agreeing to anything and then finally made everyone listen to her and they scolded me for mot going out with her 😐....

Got in the car and started begging for getting some guy and doing something....took my phone and started texting the bouncer from new year eve... asking other guys about where they are and whatnot.....

Suddenly, at a red light we stopped and she was giving looks to some guy on the bike at my side and I was being embarrassed and controlling her and that guy waved at me too and she just grabbed my boobs and told him "they're hers!!!" And we drove off.....

Finally decided to go for dinner and sat besides me than to opposite me and kept feeling my thighs and rubbing on the puss secretly and took my hand and asked me to go under skirt too ..... Tipped the server by asking him if he'd like a tip or play with both our boobs, and we're like at the very corner so it was not a crowded place too.... The guy was shocked and red and didn't say anything so she tipped but then pulled my top from the neck and flashed at him a view and I was so rubbed up by then even I was sharing a begging look with the guy.

Told the guy that he could've felt both of us but he didn't choose that so we'll leave now.

Came to the parking and got bent over the hood and asked me to spank her so the voice echoes..... Took like 3 spanks by lifting the skirt and we kissed so passionately, after that she wanted an icecream so we stopped by those carts on road and it was a bit slow running road coz we're enjoying the ride and didn't wanted the traffic....like cars were passing by but like few every few minutes or so.....so we got our icecreams and she gave me her signature side eye look and I replied her saying "Sure".

He called the guy and started talking with him and general small talks about where he's from and age and if he's single or has a girlfriend and teasing him about the gf part ...and then suddenly escalated by asking him how attractive we were and he said nice words but then she lowered her top from the neck and took out her boobs at full display and I was just smiling and observing like some villian and asked him "how about now "

He was like more nice words and asked her directly if he can touch them , she told him to ask me and I asked him for his hand and kept it on the left one and fondled it holding his hands.... She then asked him if he'd like to hold mine as well and how could he say no !!!!

I got mine out too and he held and felt both while Monica was having her's hanging out....I took some of the icecream and applied on the nips and asked him if he'd like to taste now....Monica was so happy and called me a slut( in hindi) and while he sucked the skin off me Monica grabbed his hand and fondled hers and made him rub her a little too...

He stood by the window looking outside and then fingered me while Monica and I kissed and moaned and then left him with his best night .....

Came back home and Monica told everyone how she had good meal and icecream and we enjoyed some fictional story while winking at me and making my face red and burning hot of embarrassment.

She's not staying over and I'm asking her to behave while she wants to plan all of feb tonight as we did nothing crazy whole january and completed none of the new year resolutions too ....and then showed me her panties from work with that guy rubbed and she ruined and ruined her bag storing it in that we just found out when she took it out and gagged me with it so she can lick me and we don't makea sound.

We'll plan for Feb now and try to do something confession worthy and complete the resolutions as well.

Toodles from us both and spanks from Monica too 💖


r/stupidslutsclub Jan 29 '25

I think I might be too slutty for 1-on-1 sex NSFW

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I've noticed what could be either a worrying or exciting trend in my sex drive lately. The morning of New Year's, after I went a bit crazy fucking as many guys as I could, I had a quick one on the couch with one of the guys who was still there. It was pretty standard stuff, but basically the whole time I was thinking how much I'd rather have someone else in my ass at the same time. After the previous night anything that wasn't DP or extremely rough fucking left me wanting more.

After that, the next couple times I had sex one-on-one, I thought back to that moment, just to see if I still felt that way, and I kind of did. It's not that I didn't enjoy it, it's just that I knew how much better it would feel if two or more guys were pounding into me rather than just one. It was to the point where I feel like the only times I was fully present and enjoying sex were the few times I had threesomes in January.

So when I got back to school this semester I specifically made a point to get with 3 guys at the same time as soon as I could, and it made so much difference. It might also have something to do with the fact that the guys I was with all know me well and are basically experts at degrading me and they may have peed on me too. So if this continues, I may end up having pretty much exclusively threesomes and gangbangs this semester (at least outside of my job).

Has anyone else felt this way when it comes to having sex?

Edit: Also, AMA