I'd like to share with you my first experience of being a slut. This story is completely true and took place a few years ago when I was 24 years old. It's also an experience that I have yet to better.
In my early twenties I began to be aware that I had a peculiar side to my sexuality. My tastes became kinkier and I began to think about men in a different way. I didn't think I was gay, or even bi, didn't find men sexually attractive and had absolutely no desire to get a boyfriend. Quite the opposite in fact -- I was a dedicated womaniser, and enjoyed nothing more than blowing my load into an eager female mouth, pussy or ass. My girlfriend at the time was sexually adventurous and enjoyed being tied up and used as nothing more than an object to make me cum.
Seeing Sarah on her knees in front of me, dressed as a slut in stockings, cheap satin panties and high heels, hands tightly bound behind her back, deep-throating my cock before begging to taste my cum, started me thinking that I would like to be used in the same way. The more I abused her, the more I wanted to be abused like that.
After several months of jacking off to the thought, I realised that I wouldn't be happy until I tried it myself. With a bit of web searching I managed to find an international gay personals site and signed up. Within a few minutes I had created a profile describing a very specific fantasy of mine and was actually looking for a man to bring it to life for me.
I had a few false starts -- a few guys that were interested in parts of my fantasy, but not all of it; a couple of guys that cancelled at the last minute; I even got cold feet and failed to show a couple of times. Eventually though, after about six months of trying, I found a local guy that was willing to use me in just the way that I had described. Furthermore, we both kept our nerve and showed up at the pre-arranged time and place.
The time was late on a summer's evening while my girlfriend was on holiday with some girl friends and the place was a layby on a quiet country road about two miles from my home.
By this time, I had spent many hours chatting on-line to Steve and had described in tremendous detail exactly what I wanted. My plan was to describe it all up-front so that he could order me around and give me just what I wanted without me having to say a word when I got there.
When I arrived at the layby, he was already there, leaning up against the field gate. So far he was as he had described -- mid forties, balding and very slightly overweight. Not necessarily the most attractive description I know, but he was local, willing to do what I had asked and also had the added attraction, he claimed, of being quite well endowed.
I grabbed my bag of tricks and, without saying a word, followed him twenty or so paces into the field.
Standing in the field, I started to get a little scared. Not only was I about to have my first sexual experience with a man, a stranger to me, but I had insisted that it was to be an intense experience that, once started, would run the full course that I had planned. Furthermore, the location wasn't quite as secluded as I had thought and, being only two miles from home there was a real chance that someone I knew might drive past and see me tied up and pleasuring an eight inch cock!
But I was there and had been thinking about it so much and for so long that there was no way that I was going to back out.
So, I handed my bag to Steve and almost before I had let go of the handle he barked "Get naked slut!". I froze, slightly shocked by the instruction that I already knew I was going to receive.
