Time to start making changes

There's a refreshing chill in the air as you start your day in James bed. Despite how late you went to sleep, and sleeping in a strange bed, you feel more energized and more willing to start the day than you have in a long time. You turn in the bed to look at James, sleeping on his back and still knocked out cold, despite the morning light filling the room. He's so cute, you think to yourself, even if he is on the scrawny side. He has it where it counts, you tell yourself. In his eyes, in his brain, in his heart,

and in his cock.

You feel a little ashamed of yourself as you move your hand under the blanket to find it. His morning wood is strong, and as soon as you feel its smooth touch, you wrap your hands around and gently, slowly start to stroke it. Your breath quickly hastens as you start to imagine what else you could do with it right now, but stop yourself before you get too excited, and before he wakes up. As you retract yourself, you think back to what a night you had with him, and a word that was used during the fucking.

He called you a slut. At the moment you didn't say anything, and was too down in the haze of lust to really care, but now it's something you need to contend with. It hurts to hear in your head. So many years of hearing the judgements of forth righteous and prudish parents, as well as generally puritanical society at large, that was a word you never wanted to be associated with you, and you're definitely not a slut, you tell yourself. You start feeling defensive about it, and sour the good mood you had before. The silence starts to eat at your confidence, causing you wonder more intently if that label is correct. You fucked on a first date, which was your idea. You suck cock daily now, and you like it. You intentionally drove your libido into high gear through the day yesterday to make sex even better. You let James cum on your face, and you start to think you may have even enjoyed that too. You knew what he was doing and did nothing to stop it, so that says something at the very least. As you turn that thought around, a new question comes into your mind.

So what if you are? Why is it any of their business if fucking is the most fun thing you can imagine? Why should they care if you actually like having cock in your mouth? Who does it really hurt if you fuck on a first date? Admittedly, you can't do that last one again unless you go date someone else, and that's not something you're ready for. You like James, both as a person and as a partner, and you don't need to go down the road of looking for a side dish. So, maybe you aren't a total slut just yet, you're just James' slut. You feel content with that, and with yourself. You start to turn around to head out of bed, and look at the pile of clothes on the floor. In recollection, you were never that satisfied with your wardrobe anyway. The best you could hope for was "passable". You walk past James' computer, still on and buzzing away, and kick your clothes dismissively, ready to move on to something better as you head into the bathroom.

You had cleaned yourself off a little last night, but now is the time to get yourself really clean. You let your mind wander as you enjoy the shower in this small space. You were so out of it you didn't notice anything until James was opening the glass door to join you.

"Jesus!" You shout "You scared me, you should have given a warning?"

"Warned you as I got into my own shower?" He asked, to which you found yourself incapable of responding. He smiled as he stared at you, and you quickly felt at ease, smiling back. He leaned in for a kiss, that you easily reciprocated. Slut or not, you're starting to feel pretty attached to this guy, and that's a good feeling either way. Your eyes open with a start as you feel his hands on your mountainous and wet tits.

"Hi!" You say in a start. James responds in kind, his eyes focussed on his where his hands are. You let him play, enjoying the sensation, as well as the satisfaction that he finds so irresistible.

"You know, I'm starting to wonder if you enjoy my tits even more than I enjoy your cock." You let out with a slight giggle.

"That's pretty tough, you really seemed to enjoy it last night. I get the bonus of being able to look at them in public." He goes one step further and leans forward to suck on your nipples, rotating his tongue around one while pinching the other. He seems to be a little better about it than he was the first time. That feels like so long ago now, even if it was only a few days.

"Here" You say with a pat on his head, "I've got an even better idea." He backs away slowly, and you slowly get in the familiar position of being on your knees. You hold your tits, soaking wet, and press them around his cock.

"You wanna fuck these soft tits?" You ask sultrily. James answer is obvious enough, as he puts his hands on your shoulders gently and rocks back and forth, his large and thick cock sliding on your wet flesh. His eyes close in instinctive and ecstatic pleasure, arching his back both in lust and the warm water of the shower on his head. To give him a small surprise, you pull back to free his cock, and decide to suck him for a few minutes instead. Focusing, he looks down again to enjoy the show, coursing his fingers through your wet hair, guiding you back and forth. As you hear him moan louder and louder, you know he's getting close, and this time, you know what to do.

You push away, even with his hand there, and stare up at him as you stroke his cock hard.
"Yes, James, Gimme more of that thick cum. I want that cum all over my face!" As you say it, you know you mean it. It's super hot and arousing to imagine cum on your face. You stare deeply into each others eyes just until the final moment, where his neck shoots up and looking at the ceiling as he shoots his load on you. It isn't quite the impressive feat it was last night, he hasn't had the chance to reload his weapon, so to speak, but it's still intoxicating. You let go of his dick slowly as you revel in the moment.

You're a slut, you realize without a doubt, and without a care. The only thing to do now, is to live your best life knowing that...