I was getting my ass fucked every single night now. Raw and hard. My landlady Delores would give
me a quizzical look every time she saw me coming home, arm in arm with a new gay boy fuck
friend. What I used to hide, I now flaunted.
I was looking like the ultimate slut.
Feverishly sexual in my skintight painted on low rise jeans, loud skimpy club wear tops, bangles
and cheap jewelry. They all screamed out the word whore, and of course, I went barefoot all the
time now.
My fake silver toe rings depicted small metallic acts of gay sexual intercourse and face
fucking, and why not? I was horny all the time and I wanted sex all the time. I'd become as
dirty inside as the permanently blackened souls of my sensuous, sluttish bare feet.
I also hadn't shown up for work in weeks. A true slut didn't care about any job.
I was all about sex. I wore the cheapest perfume. I never got out of bed before three in the afternoon any more.
Every night I'd drink and get stoned on ecstasy and pot. My eyes were now
black rimmed suck holes and I always had a supply of poppers to use just before, and during sex.
All the better for edging. All the better to be a complete slut.
One night, Delores knocked on my door, asking for the rent which I was way late with.
"I don't have it right now Delores, " is all I could say.
She was a rather buxom sexy, near fifty something grayish blond.
"I need the rent money. I'm not trying to be difficult, but I do have bills to pay, "
she said.
She pulled out her cigarettes from her purse.
"I guess you want one, I suppose, " she said offering me one.
"Thanks, " I said as I put the long menthol cigarette to my lips and got a light
from the lighter she held before me. My cock got rock hard.
"Just to think you were a non smoker, " she said.
"So? I've started. I've changed, " I said with a giggle.
"You've changed all right. Not only do you owe me a ton of rent, but your loud music
is bothering the neighbors, and I'm also concerned about your drug use, "
she intoned accusingly.
She sniffed the smell of pot smoke in the air and rolled her eyes.
"So? I like to get high sometimes now, " I declared defensively.
"Oh My God! . she said, her voice rising.
"You've turned into a complete slut! Every body in the building can hear you
every night having sex! You're a right sack of broken eggs! " she scolded me.
"And what about Joanne? When did this whole gay business start? " she asked incredulously.
" The first time I went to bed with a guy is when it started. I just feel I
need boy to boy intimacy, " is all I could say.
"Joanne doesn't care either. She knows I'm bisexual, " I soon added.
"And the drugs? " she questioned me very bluntly again.
"I know I've just started, but I just wanna experiment, " I said.
"Damn you! Joanne is too good for you. She doesn't need a confused fallen' slut like you. A
submissive little tramp! " Delores put it forth ever so cold.
At first the words hurt me, but then a wicked idea crossed my mind as
my cock got even harder.
"Oh come on Delores, baby. I'm really good in bed. Lot's of guys know that, " I said.
She stared at me coldly.
I smiled mischievously and took a long drag from my cigarette and stared deep into
her blue, vulnerable eyes. I moved closer to her and placed my hand on her breast. I grinned
and exhaled a thick stream of smoke.
"Maybe you'd like to try? " I suggested seductively.
"Get the fuck off of me! " Delores screamed and turned away. Her face red
with anger.
She slammed the door shut and left. Who was I to kid her about my being bisexual?
I'd changed all right. I'd turned gay. Totally gay.
Gay enough that I greeted and kissed, and groped gay male friends on the street right in front
of Joanne. Gay enough that I didn't care any more if Joanne saw the gay porn mags littered
around my apartment. Gay enough that I often wore lipstick and makeup and hoop
earrings.
Gay enough that I smoked a cigarette like a woman, and that I talked with a lisp
and had cross dressed with Joey, high on too much wine and E, dressed like a delicious slut in
latex mini skirt, fish net stockings, and 4 inch street walker spike heels. The only time I'd
ever really wear shoes.
Gay enough that I needed cock all the time, yet somehow Delores had made me feel so submissive.
I was turned on and intrigued by it. I was Gay enough that I'd never turn back.
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Everybody knew I was a slut now. I even walked like one. Suggestively, Sensuously shaking my
eager slut ass from side to side as I strolled. Letting everybody know I was available
for them. That my ass indeed wasn't at all entirely mine.
There was an old white haired, yet tall guy called Thomas, who lived just down the
hall from me. Before I went to bed with Michael, and quite some time after, I completely ignored
him.
It then began turning me on, as he'd eye me entering my place with various gay boys. The look
in his eyes was of sheer lust. I always knew he was a fag with his pink cardigan
and cigarette holder.
Eventually I began bumming cigarettes off of him. He'd tell me there were
gay rumours about me. At first I'd deny them, but eventually I was too far
gone to lie anymore, and I no longer cared what Joanne thought. I rarely saw her
anymore anyway.
Late one afternoon, bleary eyed, stoned from my first joint of the day, still stinking of my
last lovers sweat and cum, I bumped into him in the hallway. As always,
he wanted to talk to me.
