Because I’m a Slut

Here's @kinkyphaguette recounting his version of our meet up. My version in the previous post.

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I don't think my husband knew I was a slut when he married me. To be fair I hadn't realized it at the time either. When we met I was fresh out of high school, I had all these thoughts about what my future was going to be like and this focus on falling in love. It wasn't until a few years into the relationship that my inner slut was born. Once that happened it was only a matter of time before I cheated. My sex drive was insane, it still is, and as I got older I got kinkier. The man who I fell in love with couldn't keep up. Ironically enough it was my best friend back from high school that convinced me to open my legs for someone other than my husband, for him of course, for the first time and I haven't been able to close them since. But this isn't about the first time I cheated, this is about the most recent time.

We're on vacation in California, I'm not going to say where and why in the off chance this gets around. The internet is not as private as you'd expect it to be. Of course going to a new place means fresh meat. I had Grindr and Scruff downloaded before we even got on the airplane. I met up with quite a few guys in our week long stay, but my favorite one was a quickie I had on my last day. It was memorable for a few reasons: he had a good dick, knew how to use it, and it was public.

You see we stayed at an Airbnb located inside an apartment complex. We also joined a few friends who came in from different parts of the US. So my room was crowded and almost always full, no way I could host. But the complex had its own gym, a pool, and a clubhouse, not to mention plenty of hallways and stairwells to sneak off into. The morning of our last day I was horny as fuck. Some people were up and about packing for the return home but my husband was still sleeping. He was up late last night drinking. I knew he'd sleep in and if I said I was going to work out I could slip out and be gone for a bit without any questions. Before I did that however I needed someone to fuck me.

None of the previous guys I hooked up with this week were around. While I was waiting for a few to get back to me I opened Twitter to look at some porn. That's when I saw a tweet by someone I had been following for a long time. It was a short vid of him breeding some dude that I always wished was me. I went to his page to find more when I noticed he lived in the same area that I was visiting, well more like close enough to it. Fuck man, either way now was my chance! I hit him up, hoping he was online and wanting to play.

I was surprised that he actually replied kinda quickly. We had the usual conversation of what I'm looking for and what I'm into. He said he had to go to work so it needed to be quick. Quick works for me seeing as my husband could wake up any minute. I told him that and finding out I was cheating seemed to turn him on. If I'm being honest, it's a turn on for me too. I tell him I can host but there's a catch, namely it'll have to be somewhere around the apartment complex because with my friends all slowly waking up and packing I couldn't sneak him in the room. I wanted to though, if they had only left a little bit earlier I would have him fuck me on the couch while my husband slept in the room a few feet away from us. I'd even open the bedroom door.

Unfortunately I couldn't so I set out to find where I could bend over for this guy. My first stop was the gym, but there was already someone working out. I'm an exhibitionist but I couldn't risk getting reported to the office. However there were bathrooms right next to it. Perfect. Unfortunately in my search for a spot I almost missed him arriving! Luckily I caught him before he gave up and left! He was just as sexy as his Twitter pics and vids. I couldn't wait to worship his cock. I guide him over to the bathrooms, along the way he's grabbing my ass and he's getting me so fucking horny I wanted him to just bend me over in the hallway. He did suggest a stairwell but I knew I was a moaner and I didn't want to have to stay quiet. It was also morning so people were just getting up and heading to work. I don't mind risky sex, but I prefer to keep the odds of interruption manageable. We get to the bathrooms and they're lock. Of course.

Frustrated I think about where else we can go. Again I briefly entertained the idea of bringing him back to the room. Instead I went looking for the pool, or the clubhouse. One of those places were bound to have bathrooms or maybe a locker room. Turns out the clubhouse did and they were unlocked. Opened the door and it was one of those one stall bathrooms, private and plenty of space. Perfect. The door was barely closed before we started making out and stripping. He was really sexy, a little older than me, about my height, fit twink body type, and asian. I was frustrated, horny, and knew we didn't have a ton of time so while I could have made out with him all day it wasn't long before I went to my knees and started working his cock. He tasted amazing, and smelled good too. I'm not going to lie I do like to sniff a pair of musky balls, but I knew he was heading to work so I could expect him to be freshly showered. Still I enjoyed them.

I could already tell just but holding his dick he was bigger than my boyfriend. I didn't have to suck long to get him hard, he was already semi walking around, and again I'd have loved to spend longer on that cock but I really really love getting fucked. It seemed like it was only a matter of minutes before we were stripped down and I was on my hands and knees, ass up. Then I finally had what I wanted: his raw cock sliding into me. Every inch felt so good. I wanted him to go as deep as he could. I don't know if he was giving me a few moments to adjust to his size or if he just enjoyed the feeling of my ass gripping his cock but he paused for a few moments before the fucking really began. Every thrust both filled me up and left me wanting more. I moaned and begged for him to fuck me harder. He called me a faggot and pounded me.

I love dirty talk and he was driving me wild. Calling me a faggot and a cheating slut. Talking about my husband. He was fucking me so hard I couldn't think about anything other than the total ecstasy that was being rammed into my hole. At one point he got the angle just right and without even touching my cock I jizzed all over the bathroom floor. I tightened my hole around his shaft, there was no way I wanted him to stop. But he told me he was getting close, he asked me where I wanted him to cum I told him to breed me. He did. He flooded my hole with his cum.

After a short recovery we got dressed and left the restroom. Right at that moment an employee of the apartment complex walked right by the bathroom. She seemed very confused to see two men exit the bathroom at the same time. I wondered if she heard us. That thought almost got me in the mood for round two. We started ways and I went back up to my room with his load coating my insides. His cum was still inside me when my husband woke up and added his own to it. I wanted him to eat my ass to see if he could taste the other man's jizzz but he was so horny he just skipped to fucking me. He did comment on how my hole seemed a little loose. Oh well, maybe one day he'll find out he married a slut.

One thing I know though, is that I hope the next time I'm in California we can meet up again. Now that I've had a taste of that cock, I want more.

-Phaguette

On being singled out as a whore

It's quite brisk out by southern California standards. Halloween is always a tricky time of year where the heat of summer seems to drawl out well past the autumnal equinox without any signs of letting up. You plan a costume that has minimal layers and then suddenly Fall swoops in one night, a sudden brush of a witch's broom that sweeps in an arctic chill.

But this isn't a story about Halloween. In fact, this happens a couple days after. I'm just noting that I was cold. And agitated.

I'd been waiting outside of a large condo complex in the chill of the early morning with limited time before I had to go to work, baited there with the promise of a hot ass. The messages that were coming frequently trickled to a standstill and I almost gave up, thinking I had been ghosted when he finally messages me. He's a visiting cub, staying at an airbnb with his husband and all the circumstances should have made me bail long ago. It took him a long time to get back to me. It was cold. We didn't have a place to play. But the scruffy dude with the earnest eyes compelled me. And his lure of a seedy, surreptitious fuck in a semi-public space before sending him back to his slumbering husband knocked up with a strangers load was compelling. No matter how agitated I got, my cock's needs won out. It wanted a hole to pound.

And patience paid off.

We are in the bathroom of the community room. His sweatpants hurriedly pulled down to his knees and he's on all fours on the cold tile. He's sweating profusely from running around trying to find me in the massive complex. My hands are still cold. The contrast isn't lost on me when I place my hand on his back, causing him to arch and withdraw from the sting. I want to shove that pretty face down onto the cold tile as payback for making me wait. Instead, I slap my angry, throbbing cock against his pucker with minimal lube and I make him beg for it, beg for the cock he's been wanting. And then I fuck it in.

"Fuck, yeah! This what you want, you fucking -" and a momentary pause as I push the censors away, push all the training away, the sense of propriety away, push all the reservations and political considerations away... "faggot!"

"You cheating, faggot slut. This is what you need, huh? Dick constantly in your faggot ass."

It takes me a bit to go there, but I drew on the humiliation and degradation that he expressed he wanted. I channeled it to personify the guilt of his frequent indiscretions with a hard, angry, hate fuck bathed in a sea of verbal abuse. The response to being singled out as the whore that he is are sharp cries of need, whiny in their affirmations and lathered with lust.

And I am addicted to that. So much so that it doesn't take me long before his wet, hungry ass steals my load without me wanting to give it up.

I am in a rush to get out of there and make my way to work, but I let him exit the bathroom first. Take a slight pause to finish washing my hands before I followed suit... and run right into a lady posting up signs in the community. Puzzled look on her face and then it dawns on her.

She just singled me out as the whore that I am.


Side note: I asked the guy to write up our encounter and he did! His version of the encounter coming out soon!