Your Inner Slut

This is the latest instalment of Carly's journey to embracing her inner slut. Thanks to anyone still enjoying this series and followed along so far.

Here is a quick summary in case you need it:

Carly succumbed to blackmail from her best friend's boyfriend, Jack. What started as blackmail weeks ago has now descended into unconcealed debauchery.

Culminating in Jack fucking her inches away from his passed-out girlfriend. To add to Carly's humiliation she admitted she's a slut for Jack, and promised to be his free-use sex toy.

Will Carly fully submit to Jack and forgo her plans for revenge? Is she ready to admit defeat and embrace her true self?

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What have I become?

It was a few days after Gemma's party and I still hadn't fully recovered. I remember waking in her bed and feeling Jack's sticky cum on my bum. The things I said that night plagued my mind. The realisation I'd enticed Jack, practically begged him to fuck me made me feel sick. I'd done everything I could to get him to fuck me.

Dam Gemma for wanting a fancy dress party. I was stupid enough to dress as Jack's favourite fantasy girl, Lara Croft. Going so far as to dye my hair the same shade as his girlfriend's. For good measure, I wore her sweet fruity perfume. Hell, I might as well have sunk to my knees before him; it was that blatant.

Even lying in Gemma's bed, with her boyfriend's cum on me I'd thought about Jack. Even after he left to sleep downstairs I toyed with the idea of sneaking down and fucking him on the sofa. How crazy is that? I was like an addict.

My boyfriend Aaron went home early Sunday, which was a relief. Strangely, I now felt more guilty about betraying Gemma than my boyfriend. Something had changed inside me that night. I no longer felt guilty about cheating on Aaron, and I didn't miss him when he left. Was I completely out of love with him?

I wasn't ready to end our relationship just yet. My emotions were all over the place and I knew my focus had to be on Gemma. I got the sense I wasn't the first girl Jack had turned into his plaything. I knew nothing about him before he got with Gemma, but I was sure there were others.

Before the party, I'd resolved to destroy him and knew now that I had to. I didn't like the way I felt about him. It was so raw, so primal. When he touched or even looked at me I wanted to please him. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, this horrible, vile, scummy man.

After walking Aaron to the station I stayed out all day. Over the next few days, I avoided the library and the gym. Anywhere Jack had fucked me before. I wanted to be as far away from him as I could. And wouldn't be in the house with him alone.

I flirted with the idea of quitting uni altogether and going home to Aaron. Maybe on our own, my feelings for him would grow again. Only a few weeks ago I was racked with guilt because I loved him so much.

But something stopped me. My studies yes, but more importantly getting revenge on Jack. I didn't feel like me anymore. I was changing into someone else. A sex-crazed slut, consumed with lust for a man she couldn't stand.

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I was in town on Friday. Avoiding Jack and trying to enjoy some retail therapy, when my phone rang. My heart sank when I saw It was Jack. Why did I still have his number? I thought as I promptly cancelled the call.

After a couple more calls and unread messages, I turned my phone off and headed home. I knew Gemma would be back from her lectures and it would be safe to be around Jack.

He'd been unable to test my resolve since the party. Partly due to my determination to avoid him and partly because of Gemma. Since her birthday she seemed even more infatuated with him.

Our other housemate, Connor had noticed too. Joking about it at breakfast after one of their loud fuck sessions.

Hopefully, she would distract Jack and satisfy him enough to forget me. Why did that thought not fill me with joy? Hearing them fucking like animals got me riled up most nights, to my shame.

I got the uni bus back from town, loaded down with bags of shopping. I'd treated myself to some sexy lingerie. Trying to take back some control of how I felt about my body.

Jack using me as a fuck toy, like a piece of sexual meat, made me dislike myself a little. I planned to give Aaron a surprise visit next weekend. Test out the lingerie and try to recover our relationship. I also wanted to see what this 'Andy' was all about.

Aaron had called her before getting the train home and I wasn't too happy with how they sounded on the phone. Very familiar even for friendly co-workers. I know I wasn't in a position to judge but I couldn't help how I felt.

"Where the hell have you been? I've left like a hundred messages. Aaron couldn't get hold of you either," Gemma said as I walked into the house.

She was in the hallway with a small suitcase. Jack stood next to her and flashed me a smile. To him, it may have come across as friendly. To me, it seemed predatory.

"Sorry, my phone died," I lied as I walked inside.

"Where are you off to?" I asked, noting there was only one suitcase.

My heart leapt. Perhaps Jack was heading home for the weekend. A whole weekend without him breathing down my neck would be wonderful.

"That's what we were trying to tell you. Mum's twisted her ankle pretty bad. I'm heading home for the weekend to cheer her up," Gemma said. Flicking her dark brown hair over her shoulder.

She was truly one of the prettiest girls I knew. I think it was enhanced by our close friendship and her warm personality. I loved her like a sister and it made sleeping with her boyfriend gut-wrenching.

"So looks like it's just us this weekend," Jack said ruining the mood.

"Huh? Why aren't..." I said. Starting to ask why her boyfriend wasn't joining her.

"Oh come on! Jack would just get in the way. So I need you to look after him," my best friend said with a smirk, lightly stroking her boyfriend's cheek.

"Make sure he doesn't just stuff his face with snacks. And he cleans up before I get back Sunday," Gemma teased with a warm smile.

"Don't worry honey. I'm sure we'll have a fun time together," Jack said. Causing a shiver to run down my spine.

"Oh I forgot my silk scarf, can you pop and get it," Gemma asked. Giving Jack a peck before he went upstairs.

Gemma had seen my face drop at finding out I'd be left alone with Jack. She couldn't possibly know why but still detected my discomfort.

"Look I know you're not his biggest fan. Which is a real shame because he likes you. He's always singing your praises," Gemma said stepping closer and holding my hands.

I bet he does. The lying, backstabbing, manipulative pig.

"Why not use this weekend to get to know him better? Have some one-on-one time. I'd like it if my two favourite people got on," she said with a sincere expression.

"Ouch! What about Aaron?" I said trying to deflect with a joke.

"Oh, that doofus. I'll make sure to send him your love. But try and be nice to Jack. For me," she said giving me a cute smile.

"Ok," I replied pulling my friend into a tight hug.

Tears welled up and I struggled to contain them. She didn't deserve a scumbag like Jack or a shitty friend like me.

When Jack came down and took her to the station, I dropped my bags on the side and headed to my room. Looking through the messages from Jack I realised Gemma had lost her phone for a bit and used his to contact me.

How was I going to avoid Jack for a whole weekend? I should've offered to go home with Gemma. But would that look too suspicious?

I resolved to be firm this weekend. Jack was not going to have me, "I was a strong independent woman with agency," I thought to myself a little unconvincingly.

My mind already conjured pictures of Jack bending me over the sofa. Fucking me in the kitchen. Sharing his and Gemma's bed for two nights. My body even started reacting to those thoughts. I felt the beginning tingles of arousal between my legs. Fuck this was going to be hard.

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I resisted the urge to leave the house and hide somewhere for the evening. There was a long time to go before graduation and I couldn't avoid Jack forever. I should use this weekend to reset our boundaries. Squash this thing between us once and for all.

Perhaps I could make a deal with him? Be his free-use slut for the weekend. Let him fuck me any way he wanted. Dominate me, humiliate me, spank my bum... Oh shit, why was I so fucking horny?

That was a stupid idea anyway. Why would that stop him? I changed into some comfy PJs, planning to camp in my room for the night.

I jumped when I heard the front door open. My heart pounded with the sound of footsteps on the stairs. I stared at my bedroom door expecting him to burst in and ravage me. My pussy was dampening my soft cotton shorts at the thought. My nipples hardened in anticipation... But nothing happened.

A feeling of obscene disappointment filled me as I buried myself in my covers. Desperately trying to unpack the whirlwind of emotions inside me.

I didn't see Jack until later that evening when hunger finally forced me downstairs. As walked into the kitchen to grab some dinner, he was standing at the hob with a frying pan full of chicken stir-fry.

He was topless, only wearing a pair of gym shorts. His regular gym sessions were proving fruitful a once-skinny body was filling out a little. He wasn't as muscly as my boyfriend but that wasn't a bad thing. I found myself staring at his defined body longer than I should have.

"Hey. You can have some of this if you're hungry. I forgot I was only cooking for one," he said with a smile when he caught my eye.

It smelt incredible and my stomach rumbled as I walked passed. I looked in the fridge and realised I'd forgotten to buy groceries. I felt my hard nipples poke into my thin pyjama top and wished I was wearing a bra.

"No," I said. Not wanting to take anything from him.

My surly tone surprised him and he turned to face me.

"What's up? You wanna talk about it?" he asked like he was comforting a friend.

"WHAT'S UP! Don't you know what you've done to me? You've ruined my life!" I screamed.

I slapped him hard across the face. Putting all my pent-up frustration and guilt into the strike. He wasn't prepared and the frying pan flew out of his hand, spraying stir-fry everywhere. The hot food and oil splattered on my skin causing small pricks of pain. I turned and ran upstairs as anger filled my veins. How dare he ask what's up like he didn't fucking know.

I dove onto my bed and screamed into my pillow, feeling tears starting to flow. Even now as I lay there hating him. I thought of how hot he looked cooking. That dam smile. I replayed the incident in my mind, kissing instead of slapping him. He was living rent-free in my head and there was nothing I could do about it.

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I spent the next hour trying to distract myself by scrolling before my phone died. I put it on charge and lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, contemplating that slap. Then my room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

The power was out and I started to panic a little. Ever since I was a little girl I was terrified of the dark. Even now as a grown woman, I sleep with a dim light on.

As I tip-toed out of my room, wishing I could use my phone as a torch, I was petrified Jack would jump out on me. Would he use this as an opportunity to ambush me in the dark? Pay me back for that slap. The genuine fear I held for darkness wouldn't have turned to lust if he did. It was too much of a primal fear.

I headed downstairs to see if the fuse box was tripped. These old houses tended to have barely legal wiring.

"Hey. Are you ok? I know you hate the dark," Jack said as I reached the living room.

He was illuminated by the dim light of a few candles and made me jump but I recovered quickly.

"I've already checked the fuse box, it looks like it's the whole street," he said passing me a plate with two stir-fry wraps on it.

"You didn't get this off the floor did you?" I asked feeling queasy.

"Ha! No, I made a new batch. I'll make something else when the power comes back," he said kindly as he sat on the sofa.

"What the fuck!" I said slamming the plate on the coffee table and standing over him.

"Huh?" he looked up at me genuinely confused.

"Why are you being nice all of a sudden?" I asked. Trying to keep my anger in check.

He shrugged which infuriated me more.

"Look. I deserved that slap. I thought you were into it. I must've misread the signals," he said looking up at me apologetically.

"Signals, what signals!" I said getting agitated.

"Come on Carly. I made you cum a lot. You screamed my name, it seemed like you fucking loved it," his old cockyness returned.

"You blackmailed me! Forced..." I said before he cut me off.

"That's what you tell yourself because It turned you on. What about what you said the other night? I didn't make you say that," he said. Anger tingeing his words now.

"That's not true!" I said. Knowing it was.

Already my body was getting aroused. Just arguing with him like this was turning me on.

"Alright. I'll prove it," Jack said, launching himself at me.

He grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me hard as he twisted and pushed me onto the sofa. My legs wrapped around his waist as he fell on top of me. His lips were soft and tender as we indulged in a fiery kiss.

I could feel his hard cock bulging in his shorts, rubbing against my crotch. A damp patch had formed on my shorts, hinting at my arousal as I kissed him tenderly. I felt his hand slide down my body. Feeling my sensitive nipples and carrying on between my legs. I waited with excitement for him to pull down my shorts and slide those perfect fingers inside me.

I let out a sigh as his strong hand reached inside my shorts to rest between my legs. He rubbed my pussy gently, coating his fingertips in my juices. I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation of his fingers on my wet, warm lips.

Then I heard laughing. Anger flared inside me as I opened my eyes to see his laughing face as he sat on top of me.

"Mmm, delicious. See? Why don't you just give in to it? You want me as much as I want you," he said licking my arousal off his fingers.

"Fucking twat!" I screamed in anger.

I tried to slap him again but he was better prepared this time. Jack caught my wrist in mid-air, just like in the gym showers. He pulled away, grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my front. I struggled a little but was powerless to stop him.

"You're so easy to read Carly. I know this is what you need. What you desire. A nice firm hand," he said spanking my barely covered bum.

I felt my cheek ripple with the impact. Sensations of pleasure rode each one. He held my wrists with a firm grip in the middle of my lower back, as his strong legs straddled my upper thighs. Pinning me to the sofa. I turned my head to the side, unable to pull away from his grasp.

My body was on fire, as the pent-up sexual tension, always inside me, burst free.

"Thwack...Thwack...Thwack," three more, pleasurable, stinging spanks on my bum. Alternating between cheeks.

Oh, how I loved the feel of his palm against my bare skin. I tried to stifle my moans but it was impossible. My pussy was soaked and if my arousal wasn't obvious by my moans. I knew my shorts would soon show it.

Jack's fingers dug into my skin as he grabbed my waistband and yanked my shorts down. I squealed in a vain attempt to maintain the illusion I was still unwilling. A shiver of pleasure ran through me as strong fingers ran between my thighs and over my soaked lips.

"Oh fuck," I moaned as two thick fingers penetrated me roughly.

He rammed them in a few times before curling to stroke my G-spot. I buried my face in the sofa cushion. Inhaling the smell of stale beer, old food and whatever other nasty fluids had soaked in. The dirtiness of being fingered on a manky student sofa only added to my intense arousal.

"Mmm, you liking that my little slut?" Jack asked as his fingers made me wail.

-Thwack- he spanked me again.

"Argh!" I moaned. The sensation of his palm on my bare skin felt exquisitely painful.

Answer me!" he growled when I didn't reply.

"Oh yes, god yes!" I cried between moans.

"Good girl. Now, you're gonna be a good little slut this weekend aren't you?" he asked as his fingers kept up their assault on my senses.

"Argh, argh, oh, argh" I cried as his fingers continued stroking inside me.

-Thwack-

"Not a good start princess," he laughed. Enjoying my cry of pain mixed with pleasure.

"Yes... argh, argh, fuck yes. I'm your slut," I moaned as I neared release.

"Good girl," he said in a deep guttural growl.

His fingers roughly plunged inside me pushing me closer and closer to release. His other hand had firmly held my wrists pushing my chest harder into the soft sofa. I could perhaps squirm away if I wanted to. But as usual, I was succumbing to his will.

"Fuck! Argh! Mmm more! More!" I moaned obscenely.

It didn't occur to me that this was the first time doing stuff with Jack without risk. Without having the erotic fear of discovery. I could let Jack fuck me all weekend with no fear of reprisals. If I was able to think I would realise it was never the risk that got me off. Jack did things to me that no one else could.

"Oh god, I'm so close!!" I growled as his fingers curled inside me.

"Not yet slut! You have to earn it," Jack growled as he pulled his fingers from me.

I felt their loss keenly and looked back at him with frustration. Seeing the hungry forceful look in his eyes made me tingle.

-Thwack-

Another beautiful stinging slap on my rump.

"Ouch!" I moaned starting to relish the feeling.

I felt the pressure on my legs disappear as Jack released my wrists and climbed off me. I spun around, panting heavily, feeling my body flushed with arousal. Jack sat back on the sofa giving me a view of his hard cock tenting his shorts. I glanced at his eyes as they dipped to his crotch. Ordering me to service him.

My mouth watered at his command as I crawled over without hesitation. His eyes held me in a powerful gaze as I gently reached for his waistband. His hand wrapped around my wrist preventing me from releasing his cock. I looked at him confused.

He smiled as he stretched his fingers to my lips and smeared them with my sticky juices. I slipped out my tongue and tasted my arousal on his fingers. His eyes commanded me to suck them into my mouth, which I immediately obeyed. They tasted metallic and faintly sweet as my tongue swirled around his fingers.

My soft cotton shorts were bunched at my knees as I knelt next to him and sucked hard on his fingers, before sliding off the sofa. My shorts fell to the floor as I sunk to my knees between his legs.

Reaching for his waistband again, and this time encountering no resistance. I let out a sigh as his beautifully hard cock sprang out. A burning need to suck that big beautiful cock threatened to overwhelm me. But there was an equally nagging desire to do something else too. Something all the more degrading and slutty.

"Can I suck it?" I asked demurely. Feeling a sexual thrill at asking my tormentor permission.

Jack smiled and rewarded me by leaning forward and giving me a tender kiss. His fingers brushed the back of my neck as his lips danced over mine. Tasting my arousal.

My heart thumped hard, sending dopamine-laced blood coursing through my body. I wanted him, needed him, him and no other. Gemma and Aaron simply didn't exist. Nothing existed except Jack and the way he made me feel.