Looking back on it, Lauren couldn't pinpoint the moment that she realized she was a slut.
Was it when she gave her first handjob, and felt a feeling of satisfaction when the cum shot from her father's business partner's throbbing cockhead as she wanked him in the backseat of his car?
Was it the first time she fucked two guys in the same night (though not at the same time), Alex and James, boys from her senior class who had been vying for her attention and had finally succeeded in getting her drunk after their class graduation party?
Was it the first time she let a man (in this case, a college instructor) shoot his load all over her face?
She didn't know for sure, but she knew one thing: she loved pleasing men, and being pleased by them. Now, at 20 years old, she had the confidence to get what she wanted.
That didn't mean that she would sleep with just anyone, however. As the stories about her inevitably spread around the campus where she attended college, guys would proposition her just about everywhere. Strangely enough, that was a turn-off for Lauren, who preferred to surprise men with her slutiness. She sought out the men who were least likely to know about her reputation -- mostly that meant faculty, staff, administrators and "townies," but because her college was so big, there were plenty of regular students who got in on the action too.
She liked having several encounters a week, with a good mix of what she termed her "regulars" (guys that she had been sleeping with for longer periods of time) and chance encounters.
I'd like to tell you about a week in her life as a slut. It was a week that began like any other, but ended in true love: between Lauren and a big-cocked young man named Ben, who had no idea of the sexual potential simmering under his bookish exterior. But let me start from the beginning.
Monday.
Lauren woke up at 5 AM. It was an uncharacteristic time for an undergraduate to awake, but then again, she was an unusual undergraduate. At 5'0", 100lbs, she had C cup breasts which looked huge on her petite frame. She had curly dark hair that fell in ringlets around her shoulders, and cold green-grey eyes. Full, pouty lips that came from her Mediterranean heritage on her mother's side covered the rows of perfect white teeth she had inherited from her father. She was, in short, quite striking to begin with, so she didn't have to dress in a particularly slutty manner to attract male attention.
Sometimes, however, she did so anyway. Today was one of those days. She wore a small white sundress that almost showed her ass in the back and had a plunging neckline that clearly showed that she was not wearing a bra. Her large brown nipples were visible to anyone who cast a second glance at her chest. She finished off the look with a pair of matching white heels that gave her an extra three inches in height. Although she was pleased with her appearance overall, Lauren was a bit sensitive about her height.
Lauren's first stop of the day was a bagel shop near campus where she was hoping to run into Jeremy, a security guard in his mid-forties who she fucked on a semi-regular basis. As luck would have it, he was there, sitting alone in a booth and reading a paper while he sipped on his morning coffee.
"Good morning, Lauren!" he said as she slid onto the bench next to him holding her own cup, "how are you this morning?"
"Stressed! I've got a final on Thursday, so I got up early this morning to study."
"So you just came by here to get coffee?" The handsome black security guard cast a sidelong glance down her dress, taking in the sight of her beautiful brown nipples.
"Well," said Lauren, noticing his gaze and running one hand up his leg, "I was hoping you might be able to show me the back seat of your car like you promised."
"Not today honey," said Jeremy, feeling his cock start to grow as Lauren ran her hand up his thigh, "I've got to get out of here in five minutes. Got work to do."
"It that all the time we've got?" Lauren pretended to pout.
"'Fraid so, hon."
"That sounds like a challenge to me," she said, smiling up at him while she undid his belt under the table.
"You're crazy," he whispered, "someone's going to see!"
"You want me to stop?"
"Did I say that?"
"Didn't think so."
She unzipped his fly and fished around in his pants until she managed to pull out his rapidly hardening eight-inch cock. She brought her hand up to her face for a moment, smiled at him, and spat on it. Then she returned it under the table and began to jerk him off.
"You like having little college girls jerk your cock?" she asked him, playing with his balls for a moment. Her petite hand barely spanned the circumference of his mammoth member. But what she lacked in surface area contact, she made up for with pure verbal filth.
"I'd love to be on my knees under that table right now," she whispered, teasing the sensitive underside of his cockhead, "sticking that monster down my throat."
"Oh god that's good," whispered Jeremy, looking around nervously to make sure no one was watching them.
"I'd let you cum in my mouth, or on my face -- wherever you want," she said, spitting on her hand again before she continued to stroke him, "you could blow your load on my titties, too."
She started to stroke him harder and faster, smiling up at him from beside him in the booth.
"Cum for me, big boy," she whispered, "cum for your little girl, daddy."
Her last line sent Jeremy over the edge. He fell forward with a gasp, and Lauren heard the distinct plop of his first shot of semen hitting the tiled floor below the booth. She slowly milked the rest of the cum out of his cock, letting it drip to the floor, before she pulled a pack of tissues from her purse and wiped his cock and her fingers clean. Then she helped him pack his not-yet-quite-soft member back into his pants, and gave him a kiss after sliding out of the booth to let him leave.
"Have a good day," she said.
"You too, Lauren."
"Next time, the back seat."
"I promise."
Lauren slowly finished her coffee as she watched Jeremy's car drive by the front window of the store. She was pleased with herself. It was only 6:00AM, and she had already made a man cum!
She broke out her daily planner and looked at her schedule for the next week: there was the big exam on Thursday (in Statics and Dynamics), Prof. Morgan's office hours on Wednesday, her date with Karl on Tuesday, and a hair appointment on Friday. She hoped she could get enough studying in before Thursday, what with all the fucking she planned to do in the meantime. The very thought made her horny. She took out her textbook to work through a few problems, but just couldn't concentrate. She decided to give up for the time being and head to campus.
It was getting near 7 am as she walked through the neighborhood on the way to campus. It was a beautiful summer morning. Children were eating breakfast before school, mothers were fixing lunches and getting ready for work, and fathers were out picking up the morning paper. Lauren caught the eye of one particular dad, who stood in his bathrobe at the end of his driveway.
"Hi!" he called as she passed, "beautiful morning, isn't it!"
"It sure is," she said, and stopped for a moment in front of him. He was tall, and handsome too.
"Are you a student?" he asked, standing there with his robe half open and the newspaper in his hand, clearly admiring the young co-ed standing in front of him.
"Yeah."
"On your way to campus?"
"Yes," said Lauren, who suddenly had an idea, "but I have a problem."
