The Making of an Ethical Slut

The stall was small...barely enough for two people, crowded with three. It had long ago ceased to be a toilet. The blonde sat on a padded bench, pants and panties off, gently rubbing herself. On the wall were bins for condoms, dental dams, single-use packets of lubricant.

Angelica Blaze and Lois squeezed in. The reporter introduced herself, and finished:

"I want to hear your story."

Diana Reynolds looked Lois over, head to toe. Lois wondered what she must look like...had she missed a cum stain? Was her face still flushed from sex?

The blonde spread her legs as wide as the stall would allow, her knees touch opposite walls. She laid a dental dam on her fresh-shaved pussy.

"Quid pro quo," she whispered to the reporter, one eyebrow arched in challenge. Lois craned her neck up to meet her lover's eyes, and the dark-haired shemale reached down between the reporter's legs and gave her pussy a squeeze.

"It's okay by me," Angelica told her. "Go ahead." She held up her phone. "I'll record it."

So Lois dropped to her knees, spreading the square of plastic over the pussy before her. She had never used a dental dam before, although she knew the basic idea behind them—safe oral sex, no direct contact. Like a condom, between women. A bit of a barrier to intimacy, but...not, in a way.

With her hands, Lois carefully spread the outer lips, revealing the inner labia. Bringing her mouth down she nuzzled the pussy first. It was strange, feeling that thin plastic sheet between them—thin enough that she could feel the wet heat of her body, but not smell or taste her. Still, she could press her lips and tongue against Diana's pretty pink pussy...and into it, a ways.

The blonde squirmed against Lois' face...and then she told her story.

"I didn't have my first sexual experience with another person until I was at university," she began. "And I'm sure you've heard the rumors of what it's like in the arts colleges, especially in the dance department...I learned to appreciate sexual encounters. There was just something fantastic about being able to explore another person's body, and of being explored...to eat a girl out, and get fucked in the ass...to play with their tits, their tongue, every part of them... I realized I wanted more. I wanted to be a slut."

Hands gently found their way to Lois' head, and not bringing her tongue up from its work, she raised one hand and gave a thumb's up. Diana's hands clamped gently onto the side of the reporter's skull and pressed her more tightly against her cunt.

"But not just any slut. I was tired of the petty jealousies, the drama of boys and girls who thought they possessed some claim on me. I chose to be an ethical slut—open, responsible, frank in what I wanted and needed." Lois could feel the blonde's hips start to slide back and forth as the reporter's tongue pressed as deep as it could against the barrier, drool slathering down the dental dam.

"Many people, even today, aren't willing to accept that. I was **** to drop many of my previous associations...even college...but I found places like this one." The blonde gasped softly. "And...I've found love." She brought her left hand in front of Lois' face, showing the reporter two rings on the third finger of her hand. "An open marriage. We share things with each other...and we share each other. So you see, I haven't really gone missing."

Diana gently pried Lois away from her pussy. The blonde stared into Lois' eyes and smiled.

"I've found myself."