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.
