Slut Diaries – part four

hanging out in a bar with friends by Summerhill Lane

Slut Diaries – part four

Warning sexual language and content 18+

Our tender-hearted slut Imogen took some time to herself after the last three men, it was not like she had just used them and then tossed them away, but maybe that is exactly what she had done.  Was she just a player, a slutty player?  All this self reflection was giving her a headache.  She just wanted to be free to enjoy her life and to enjoy those that came to her or she attracted or chased after.  What’s wrong with that? 

She wouldn’t think of this today, she would think of it tomorrow, just like Scarlett Ohara in Gone with the Wind.

Giving herself a good shove in the right direction she opened her computer and was back to strolling through the “beauties” presenting themselves for her inspection.  What a selection: dominates, Mr. & Mrs. (couple looking for a playmate for both), boy toys, men looking for a sugar momma (she had already found one of those), married but looking for fun on the side (of course no face photos just shirtless torsos and a little further down), no strings attached erotic play and of course the imposters and thieves looking to take advantage of naïve women of a certain age (and she had already made his acquaintance).    Finally, looking for friendship and more if the connection is good.  Maybe she should tone herself down a notch and stop sharing all her good stuff right off the bat.  Make him work for it a little. 

Mister too big to satisfy

He was lovely to look at, tall, put together nicely, well dressed, graceful in a manly way, black, an open and friendly face, large sensual lips (she started drooling when she saw his lips).  Imogen knew she had found a friend.  Her slut whore persona evaporated and there she stood innocent, naïve, lovely, kind and sincere, which was her everyday self.  It was a relief for her to just be the “real Imogen” and later introduce him to the cock cum sucking slut whore if their relationship went beyond the friend stage. 

True to just friends’ status, they hung together and went for lunches, breakfasts, dinners, movies, she helped him shop for shoes and jackets and he came with her to the art supply store.  It was a very nice arrangement and Imogen liked having a man as a friend who wasn’t her brother.  It surprised her that she wasn’t feeling the least bit sluttish towards him, her juices were still flowing but not for him.  He had other ideas about her though and wanted to move things up a notch towards that big bulge always noticeable in his pants.  Of course, Imogen had noticed the bulge, it was hard to miss.   

One day, I guess he had had enough of this friendship arrangement and asked her straight out, will you accept me, will you get down with me”.  It was an interesting way to ask her to fuck him, but the meaning was crystal clear. 

She brought him home with her one afternoon when her roommates were elsewhere, and they had all the privacy that was needed and necessary for the occasion.  He was nervous she could tell and she wasn’t.  Interested but not nervous. Let the action begin and let her finally see what he has hiding in those pants.  To her it seemed more funny than serious, but she didn’t laugh because, well, a slut doesn’t laugh, she moans.

He was out of his clothes and laying stretched out on her small bed before she had removed her tank top.  His cock took center stag, it was the largest cock she had ever seen in real life and it was in her bed wanting her to play with it.  No wonder he had a big bulge all the time, it was just him in a non aroused state.

He did nothing to warm her up, no kissing, no fondling, no biting, no sweet sexy words, nothing.  Maybe he thought the visual of his cock standing larger than life was all the foreplay needed and Imogen would just swoon and pierce herself on his manhood.  She would be pierced for sure and surely die from the injury.  She could tell that he was in a bad way and needed a release as his balls were rock hard and the skin on them was stretched tight.  Licking and sucking was a good option to start and she licked from the base to the crown in one continuous stroke imaging she was licking a foot-long ice-cream cone.  His pre-cum was quite delicious and it gave her incentive to keep going.   She got his balls wet with spit and put the tip of his cock in her mouth and sucked (that is all that would fit). 

Baby, sorry but you are going to have to masturbate and cum on my cunt or on my tits or in my mouth. 

Imogen was not satisfied, stimulated and aroused but with no release.  He on the other hand came and came and came all over her body and some actually found its way into her mouth. Tasty.  He was happy and relaxed now, the nervous tension gone and there he was again, her friend.

A kind hearted slut just helping out a friend.  Guess there is something to be said for that. 

Published by summerhilllane

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