Heather was a slut when we met. I didn't know it when we met, but it didn't take long to figure it out and once I did it didn't take long until we were fucking. There were two obstacles for our relationship; my wife and her boyfriend.
I was 44 and she was 20. I was an average looking guy, but at 44 looked more in my early thirties. She was 20 and looked 20, if that. She wasn't beautiful, but was definitely not unattractive. At 5'6" with a slender waist and ample 36 D tits with long curly strawberry hair, she could be stunning at times.
She liked big cocks. Before we started dating, sometimes even in the presence of her boyfriend, we would talk about our sexual adventures and fantasies. She had much more experience than I did, even with the age difference. I had fucked a grand total of approximately six girls in my entire life. At 22 years old, she told me I was number 18. Four of those were the same night. They were best friends of a guy in the Air Force whom she was staying with overnight. They kind of took turns, and there was oe time when she was sucking one guys cock while getting fucked, but that was the closest to a gangbang she had ever been.
She wanted a gangbang. I wanted her to have a gangbang. We had already met some guys from SLS for sexual encounters, but it had always been one at a time. I had, however, pushed her to fuck a black guy. She was from a racist family that would have disowned her if they ever found out she had been with a black guy, and she had no interest.
So, I pushed her into black guys. Fortunately, the first one we met, a great guy named Brian, was nice, had great abs, and a perfect 10 inch cock. Although she still wasn't comfortable with the whole concept of black guys, she liked Brian. The fact that she had fucked him multiple times and liked it gave me leverage to push her into more.
When we started looking for a gangbang, we found a guy on a swinger's website named Jim who organized gangbang parties. He was all about meeting the girl's needs and never pushing her and respecting her limits. But, she was shy and didn't have much confidence, so she let me do all the talking to Jim.
I am sure if Jim had been talking to her directly, he would have sensed the hesitance in her voice, and things would have been a lot different. But, he was talking to me. And when he said what about black guys she told me to tell him no.
I told her it might be hard to set it up without ANY black guys. And besides, I thought she looked hot fucking black guys. It turned me on. So, she relented.
I told Jim we wanted four to six guys, a mixture of black and white, large cocks, and no one that was uncircumcised. She thought uncut cocks were disgusting.
One hurdle at a time. I was working on gangbangs and black guys right now. But, I tucked her aversion to foreskin away for future reference.
For the time being, we scheduled a gangbang with 6 guys, two of them black, to be held at a hotel near the airport in Philadelphia. Everyone was circumcised, and all had larger than average cocks.
She got dressed in her favorite slut outfit; a short black skirt, although this one was slightly longer by about two inches than usual. When she walked, you couldn't see the lower portion of her ass cheeks as she walked. She did wear underwear this time, as well. It was a black thong from Victoria's Secret. She wore a black pinstriped corset, which I had to lace up in the back. Her tits were up and exposed almost down to the areola.
Her strawberry hair hung in ringlets to her waist and her pale skin starkly contrasted her dark clothing.
She was an enticing slut and she knew it. That didn't stop me from telling her so.
She had told me that sometimes, she felt as if she was good for nothing but sex. I never did find out for sure what caused that lack of self-worth, but I used it to my advantage.
I talked continually about how hot she was, and how much I loved fuckinng her, and how much I loved her fucking everybody, and how I wanted her to be a complete slut. It was too early in the night to use the word whore. She hated being called that. She loved being a slut and being called a slut, but didn't want to be called a whore.
So, I never called her a whore until she was involved in sex and enjoying it or afterwards. I used the word slut to turn her on and the word whore to break down her resistance.
