Slut

Slut

I rushed inside the house.

"Woah there, everything alright?" My stepdad called from the kitchen.

"EVERYTHING IS FINE!" I snapped as I stormed upstairs, almost tripping. I threw my backpack and purse onto my bed and slammed my door. The tears just flowed automatically.

How? How could everything get so fucked up so quickly? How did one little BITCH have so much power? It couldn't be because her pussy was that good...could it? The look on his face though...I think I'm gonna be sick.

Oh my god, how did she do all that? Why did he agree to her stupid game? Was it real? Was he just fucking with me? No. I saw his face, felt his orgasm. There's no way he could fake that. Fuck!

And SHE had the fucking balls to call ME slut? Fuck her! She was the one stalking around outside his house. Watching us. SHE'S the fucking creep here. The PSYCHO BITCH! Fuck, he probably can't see it. If he could, he wouldn't have gone along with it. Unless....

John was so good! So sweet, even during this breakdown he was having. Fuck, I shouldn't have been so hard on him. I shouldn't have fucked Kelsey in front of him, that was SO harsh. I...I need to apologize for that. I need to show him who this girl is!

"You sure you're fine in there?"

"FUCK OFF TOM!" I shouted, all my fury for that whore exploding out of me in one burst. Oh shit. I opened the door slowly. He was walking away. "Tom, I'm...I'm sorry. That wasn't for you...."

"You wanna talk about it? Is it John?" I nodded.

"Did he hurt you?" I thought about it. Yes, I wanted to say yes. But he didn't, not really. He just...fell for another girl, it wasn't really his fault was it? I shook my head. "Look, if you don't wanna talk, that's fine. Just, I'm downstairs if you need anything." What would Tom know? He was a fucking insurance guy. Maybe he would know how John is feeling? Ugh, no. I couldn't go to him yet.

I needed to win him back. That's it! I needed to remind him of why we went out in the first place, that warm feeling we got together in freshman year. I needed to show him that my pussy was just as good as hers. I sat down on my bed. Unless....it wasn't.

I wasn't worried about her being wrong or a liar or a psycho. I was worried about her being right. What if I was inferior? Worthless...what if I was a Slut? Oh god! Why does my stupid pussy get so hot? Why am I so turned on by that idea? That I'm...inferior? fuuuuuck.

Okay...nobody would have to know that I rubbed one out thinking about that right? What's the harm in thinking about it, I cum SO hard when I do. When I think about...being inferior. Oh fuck, John loves her little pussy doesn't he? It's so tight, I saw him fall in love instantly. I know that can't be everything that a guy loves about a girl...but it's part of it. But it was so...total.

His eyes, his lips, his hands. It was like I was helping him through the most emotional experience of his life. When she lowered herself onto him. OH FUCK! I felt my body spasm and waves of hot searing pleasure tore through me. I felt my fingers get hot and wet as my dumb pussy came for him. For them. Ugh...she told me to eat my juices. She would never have to know that I did, right?

Mmmm. I tasted good at least. I bet she tastes better, John figured that out yesterday apparently. Yesterday when I was torturing him for cheating on me, he wanted to sneak a taste of Jessica. I wonder if he was thinking about her when I was....oh my god. He probably was! How could he not have been thinking about her little slit, her perfect hole? Fuck, I need to cum just once more. One more time, and that's it.

He suggested I be their ****. It came from him. Fuck, he wanted me around. Wanted me to see this. Was this HIS punishment? Punishment for not giving myself to him? He...had me! He could've had me whenever he wanted! Ugh, he didn't want to! FUCK! Oh god that felt good. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? WHY AM I LIKE THIS? She calls me Slut. Maybe she's right. FUUUUUCK another fucking...orgasm to...oh god! Why am I cumming so hard to this?

She doesn't need to know that I ate my cum once, she doesn't need to know I did it twice. Mmmmm fuck that's so filthy. So slutty.

"Kiddo I'm getting worried about you." Oh shit! Was I loud? I threw my pants on and opened the door. "You...okay?"

"Huh? Yeah, just...I had a rough day is all."

"You wanna put a shirt on?" My face must have exploded red. I quickly grabbed one and threw it on.

"Uh...were you...looking at me?" I was not confident enough to pull that shit off.

"No, you were naked. Look, come downstairs and talk to me please? I just wanna know that you're okay." Tom was harmless. Ugh, I guess it wouldn't hurt.

"What happened?"

"Well...last night I was at John's house to...punish him for cheating on me."

"He cheated on you? Oh baby, I'm so sorry. He's a fuckin jerk that guy."

"Tom, no! You don't...you don't get it. This is pointless." I was gonna stand up but he pulled me by my hand back to the couch.

"Alright, just tell me what happened, I won't talk." He said. I hesitated and breathed hard.

"Well, I punished him last night by...fucking the girl he cheated on me with with a strap on."

"Uh huh."

"So apparently this bitch, Jessica, was outside his house and took video of me fucking the girl."

"Uh oh. It might look like you were having lesbian sex instead of punishing your boyfriend."

"Exactly. This girl is a total creep, she fucking stalks him all the time. Anyway today she...confronted me and **** John to either...save my reputation or stay with me." I didn't think Tom needed all the details.

"Oh shit."

"So he broke up with me for her and...I think he really does like her!"

"Nah. He doesn't." Tom said laughing. What was so funny.

"What? Yeah he definitely likes her." Tom shook his head and put a hand on my knee.

"No, he doesn't. You know why? Teen boys don't like anyone. Sorry, he never liked you, he doesn't like her. For teen boys it's all about sex. Why did he cheat on you in the first place?" I paused and contemplated what Tom was saying.

"Uh...I don't..."

"If you had been there, ready to go, would he have cheated on you?"

"I don't know...maybe? The girl he fucked was..."

"Maybe. You can't even tell me he would pick you over another girl if you were both there and you WEREN'T being blackmailed. Because HE doesn't even know what he would pick. Pussy is pussy is pussy, I'm sorry, I know it's hard to hear but this new girl is not any more special than you to him. I was much better looking in high school, believe me."

I raised an eyebrow. This was actually good advice. I waited for him to continue.

"You can't possibly understand what it is like to be a young man. Right now, he has the fucking world at his fingertips and he's gonna take advantage of that. He has a 'girlfriend' because he thinks he's supposed to, but ultimately he's gonna fuck as much as possible. Then, as he gets older and his cock settles down a bit and as he starts to indulge in vices, he will care less about quantity and more about quality. He will start to think about having kids and starting a family and then he will finally see how special the girls around him can really be."

"He got Kelsey pregnant yesterday, that's why I was punishing him." I said flatly.

"Heh, no wonder he's freaking out then! Oh shit, his life is over before it began. Look, do you love him?"

"Yeah, of course." I said without hesitating.

"Then you need to just...wait him out. He's dipping his cock into crazy right now and he's staring down the barrel of parental responsibilities. Eventually he will cool off and if you've been there the whole time, he will appreciate that."

I took a breath, the heat from my arousal long gone. He was right, this control shit was crazy and coming from a crazy bitch. I smiled. "Thanks Tom."

"Did any of that help?"

"Yeah, actually. It helped a lot."

"Alright now no more yelling please, don't you have homework to do?" I laughed nervously and headed upstairs.

My mind was a fucking minefield. As I tried to focus on my studies, my mind would wander. Wander to the feelings from before, the intense orgasms. Fuck. Tom's advice, John is just going through some shit. None of that was true, it was all bullshit.

But it was so hot.

Try as I might, my mind would race back to those naughty thoughts. Of submission, of humiliation, of despair. I kept discovering that my hand was working on my clit while I worked. Luring me into another mindfucked orgasm.

One more. Just one more to get over it. Then I was DONE! I would be Chloe again, instead of....Slut. I moaned and bit my lip, grabbing my big soft tit and squeezing it hard. Fuuuuck. I grabbed a pillow to scream into this time so I wouldn't get caught. Get caught fingering myself and thinking about what John and Jessica were doing....Master and Mistress.

Oh yeah, your Slut is obediently fucking herself. Fucking herself and thinking about your perfect pussy sliding down his thick cock. Your moans, his cum, your juices. Fuck, make me lick it off some dirty concrete and call me names. Oh hell yeah. Uhhhhh here...it...comes....OHHHHH fuckkkkk. Oh my god that was better than before. Mmmmm yummy Slut juice. There we go, one last time and now...oh shit.

By 1am, my room was flooded with the smell of my filthy Slut juices and I was sleeping with my ass up in the air, waiting for someone to use me. Mistress would be so pleased with me tomorrow. I dreamt of her face, laughing.