Become a total slut.

"So how do you do it?" Professor Klein's words rang in Jill's ears a she layed in bed pondering how to live a life of total sex, just like her professor. She rubbed herself a bit. Her body was sore and probably would be for some time. But she didn't want to stop. She wanted to have another orgy tomorrow and the next day, and the knowledge that she couldn't upset her.

Still, she thought, she had to do something. She had to find a tangible way to live this life.

Jill tossed and turned, over and over. She hardly slept at all that night. And finally she came to the decision she knew she had to. There could be no hiding it. There could be no going along with life as she'd always known it, as the same Jill she'd always been.

She'd changed. Why not celebrate that? Who did she care about? Her friends? Ari would accept her, the rest didn't matter. Her family? She'd never been too close to any of them. If her judgmental sister Annie disapproved she'd fuck her husband. Her faith? She'd have to quit her job teaching Hebrew school, but maybe she could make off with fucking some of her students' dads before going. Some of them were attractive men, not too much older than herself. All she could think about was how many men there were to fuck, how many cocks in the world she hadn't had inside her yet. And she smiled, knowing Professor Klein would approve.

Perhaps it was total permanent determination or maybe just a moment of horniness, but Jill decided to act. She jumped out of bed and knew what her first task would be.

Scissors in hand, Jill threw open a dresser drawer and all of her panties came tumbling out. It wouldn't be enough to throw them out. She could always change her mind later and in a moment of regret get them back. So she destroyed every pair. 'Why would I need panties anymore?' she asked herself as scissors cut through fabric. Then she moved on to her bras, cutting up every plain, boring, prudish bra, and leaving only a handful of frilly, sexy ones that she decided she might wear out as tops some day.

Then it was time to assess her body in the mirror. It was still covered in bruises and scratches, but Jill thought it looked lovely. In fact she thought it looked lovely because of the bruises and scratches. Still, there were some changes that she could make. First, she grabbed a razor and swiped off her last triangle of bush making her pussy perfectly bald and smooth. Next, she thought a little change to her hair was in order, nothing dramatic, no blonde bimbo do'. She'd be a different kind of slut. A better kind.

So a few strands of bright purple curls bounced in front of her face as she went out that day, clad in a tight red top that showed off every bump of her nipples without a bra and a small black skirt, no panties of course. She still had work to do, but from here on out she'd need help.

Before she left, Jill made a point to find her journal, the one in which she'd been keeping track of her conquests. The last entry was from just a few days ago, but it seemed like another lifetime. "Clerk - 23" it said. Jill laughed to herself. She remembered there were 87 men from her first orgy and unknowable hundreds from her second. She'd have to take a guess since she wanted to continue keeping track of the cocks that penetrated her. So she rounded up to 300.

About an hour later Jill's whole body shivered and she smiled with total satisfaction knowing she'd be adding people to her list as the adult store clerk's cock entered her asshole.

It was her payment for the five stripper outfits she'd picked out moments earlier. Jill decided she never needed to pay for anything with money ever again. She could fuck for anything she wanted.

"Adult store guy - 301" she wrote on her way to her next destination, her cum-filled ass hurting her as she walked.

The tattoo parlor guy was big, bald and covered with tattoos. 'This will be easy.' Jill thought. She requested two tattoos so he fucked her twice. An hour later she was walking down the street with a tattoo that said "slut" just above her bald twat and an elaborate tattoo of the date on the small of her back. Today's date, the date she became a slut. "Tattoo guy - 302"

She smacked her lips, still tasting the tattoo guys cum and her own juice on them as he pulled his cock from her pussy and shoved it into her mouth.

Jill decided to pick another parlor to get her nipples pierced, both of them with studs. "Piercing guy - 303" Then another to get her clit pierced. "Second piercing guy - 304"

The girl at the pharmacy seemed sweet enough. Jill had stopped in to get some cream to soothe her piercings and for a split second debated actually paying for it. 'This is a nice young girl with a part time job who just wants to watch the clock go by' she thought. She wasn't covered in tattoos or piercings. She didn't seem slutty or horny. She shouldn't bother her with propositions, Jill thought.

"Seven twenty-five" the girl said, chomping on gum, her long pretty brown hair scrunched behind her head in a pony tail.

But Jill couldn't help herself. "Would you call it even if I sucked your clit?" Jill wasn't surprised by her dirty mouth anymore. But she sometimes forgot that others would be.

"Excuse me?" The girl said, her big doe eyes opening even wider.

Jill smiled and licked her lips seductively. "We can go in the back for just a bit and I'll bury myself deep in your pussy. You can have your way with me." This seemed to work easier on the guys.

"I.... I think I need to call the manager" the girl said.

"Good idea" Jill responded. "He can join us. Does he have a nice cock?" Jill wasn't sure if the things she said were meant to be kidding or serious. They were the first and horniest things that popped into her head, so she vocalized them.

And the manager walked over, a sad, fat middle-aged man in a short-sleeve dress shirt and a tie. "What's going on here?" He asked.

"Umm... this woman doesn't want to pay." the girl said, a bit scared a bit annoyed.

"That's not true" Jill answered stepping up to the manager, placing her hand on his upper arm. He smiled back at her and she knew she'd be fine. "I want to pay... but with my tongue."

And the manager's look of shock slowly melted into a look of luck.

That night Jill masturbated to her memory of the taste of the pharmacy girl's pussy as it squirted all around her. Jill had been shocked by how amazingly beautiful and fit the girl was nude, as the manager helped pull her shirt over her head and her little panties off her slim hips. Jill remembered the girl trembling nervously. But as soon as Jill had touched her tongue to her twat, she'd calmed down. After that she opened her mouth willingly, even eagerly for her fat manager's swollen cock.

"Pharmacy girl - 305" Jill wrote in her journal. "Pharmacy manager - 306" It was a satisfying day, even without an orgy and Jill knew that she'd be just fine as she rubbed soothing lotion over her new piercings and tattoos.

The next step in her slut coming out would be for someone she knew to see her, the new her. To understand that she'd changed now and forever. But who?