My Sexual Odyssey Part IV: From Slut to Whore

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The next day as I went to work, I wondered what adventures lay before me. In a sense, it was up to me, in that I just had to put myself out there, not to mention put out. Still, the outcomes are unpredictable: I had no way of knowing ahead of time that a coffee date would turn into such a wild experience. When I arrived home I called Tom, and told him everything that happened the previous day. He seemed pleased for me, and encouraged me to continue with my adventures. I resolved to call another of my admirers from the club, and see what would come of it. As I scanned the remaining scraps of paper, and attempted to decipher the scrawls, I realized I had no idea which name and number belonged with which man. That was off-putting, but there was no alternative other than not calling anyone. I selected one, almost randomly, but chiefly because I could make out the number. I then took a deep breath, and pushed the buttons. After an interval, a man’s voice answered. “Hi, Brad? This is Tracy. From the other night at the club?” “Oh, hi! I’m surprised to hear from you! So many times people say they’ll call, then you never hear from them again.” “I know, and I don’t want to be like that. So….” “Well, anyway, I’m not too sure what to say next. Would you like to get together sometime?” “Yes, of course.” “Great. When’s good for you?” “I work of course, but I’m free at night.” “Me too. So, maybe tomorrow then?” “Okay. What would you like to do?” “That’s a loaded question for a girl to ask a man!” Nice that he thinks of me as a girl. But then, why not? That’s how I presented myself; that’s how I looked when he met me, and that’s what he was attracted to. “Still, we should decide on where we are going to go, right?” “Of course! How about we go for a drink, then we can talk and get to know each other?” “Sounds good.” “Okay, great, I’ll pick you up. Eight o’clock?” “Okay, let me give you my address.” “Great, thanks.” Then we hung up, and I wondered how much was going to happen on our date. Then it occurred to me that, as a girl, it was always up to me. Therefore, there was nothing to wonder about. Nothing would happen that I didn’t want to happen, and anything I wanted to happen bahis şirketleri almost certainly would. Consequently, there was no reason to wonder, much less worry, but of course I did anyway. Of course, why were we getting together at all? Obviously for sex. It is not as though we were seeking a platonic relationship, and clearly romance was not the goal. Therefore, there was no other reason for us to meet besides sex. Consequently, there was no point in pretending otherwise, or in wondering what would happen. We were meeting to have sex, if not on the first date, then soon, and since sex was what both of us were after, why not the first date? If the chemistry wasn’t there, it wouldn’t be there on a second date. If the chemistry wasn’t there, there would be no second date. So okay, we were going to fuck. The only question that remained was where. That we would figure out as the evening progressed. The following day at work was uneventful, and I had ample time to prepare for our date after returning home. Since we weren’t meeting until eight, that meant we were not going out for dinner. So, what then? He didn’t invite me to go and do anything specific, and eight o’clock in the evening doesn’t mean coffee, so it must be for drinks. So, that would be our evening: drinks followed by fucking. I might as well face it. If this is not what I want, then I shouldn’t have called him, much less accepted the invitation. However, since I did both, I was more or less committed to putting out for this stranger within the next few hours. This realization made me feel both hot, and cheap and slutty at the same time. So okay, what does a cheap slut wear to suck and fuck a strange cock for the first time? Obviously, something cheap and slutty. I decided on black stockings with a red garter belt, no panties, and a tight, sheer, dress with a slit-skirt, and black, patent-leather fuck-me pumps. Simple, easy to take off in a hurry, and hot. A little sensuous musky perfume, a long flowing blonde wig, and some make-up, and I was good to go, or hot to trot, depending on how you choose to look at it. Seven o’clock rolled around, and I was ready. I poured a glass of wine, and relaxed bahis firmaları as much as I was able, given that I was already aroused and excited. Eventually eight o’clock arrived, and so did he. I was finally able to put the face with the name. Yes, I had chosen nicely, as he was a tall, attractive, trim and clean man with nice manners. “Hi Brad!” “Hi Tracy, good to see you again! Ready to go?” “Yes, I’m looking forward to it. Where are you taking me?” “I was hoping you’d like this cocktail lounge I go to; does that sound okay?” “Of course! Let’s go!” “Great!” He walked me to his car, and as he did so, placed his hand nonchalantly on my back, then slid it down a bit, then removed it. Nice. Smooth. Sensuous, flirtatious, but not too much too soon. He opened the door for me, a real gentleman, then walked around the car and got in and started the car. I wasn’t sure what to talk about, so I began by asking him what he did. He told me he was a FedEx driver, that he was married, that his wife doesn’t much like sex anymore, but that they had kids, so he wouldn’t leave. I respected that, and understood why he was with me, and that he wanted someone who wasn’t going to make him feel sexually unappealing, and that he hoped that would be me. I had to admit, I didn’t find him unappealing in the least, and I wondered why his wife did. Then I realized that it probably wasn’t him at all, but that she just had issues with sex as such. We arrived at the cocktail lounge. It was plush, quiet, understated, and dark. Brad escorted me to a booth where we had some privacy, and I scooted in. I sort of wished he’d sit next to me, but I suppose that would have been odd. Anyway, we ordered our drinks, and then he began flirting with me. I liked it, and I liked him, so I flirted back. More drinks, more flirting, and I could tell he was getting aroused. I have to admit I enjoyed that, but not being a tease, I was not about to make him wait too long, much less reject him like his wife, and probably most genetic women who didn’t want a relationship with a married man. He was looking as though he wanted to make the next move, but wasn’t sure how to go about it, for fear of another rejection. kaçak bahis siteleri I decided to help, and so I said, “So, would you like to go someplace private where we can get to know each other better?” “Why, yes! Of course! But where?” “Well, isn’t this cocktail lounge in a hotel?” “Yes, that’s true. Were you thinking we should….” “Why not? It’s what we both want, isn’t it?” “Well, yes. Really? Oh, God, this is wonderful! You’re wonderful!” “Well then, come on.” “Okay. Right. I’ll get get us a room. Oh, God!” It was cute the way he reacted. He went from being Mr. Smooth to a teenager about to get the head cheerleader. He almost bolted out of his seat, and tried not to run to the reservation desk. I trailed behind, then reminded him he forgot to pay the bar tab. He went back, paid the bill, left a tip, then joined me by the elevators. As the elevator doors opened, we entered by ourselves. I asked Brad where we were going, and he looked at the room key and said, “1805.” As we approached the eighteenth floor, I stepped out of my pumps, then bent down to pick them up. As we got to the eighteenth floor, I began unzipping my dress. Brad seemed surprised. We stepped out of the elevator, and walked toward the door of our room. While Brad fumbled with the room key, I let my dress drop to the floor, and bent over to retrieve it, giving him a good look at my smooth, sweet little bottom. Brad was rather surprised, but he didn’t seem displeased. He looked around to see if anyone saw, then quickly opened the door, and rapidly ushered me into the room, where I immediately fell into his arms. We hugged, he felt my ass up and down, then hurriedly undressed. He took my hand and walked me to the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, then, caressed his growing cock in my had before putting it into my eagerly waiting mouth. I thought Brad was going to faint. I’ve seldom seen anyone so excited. He came right away, then apologized for doing so. I reassured him, telling him we had lots of time. As we lay on the bed, I cupped his balls in my hand, and in due course, his cock began to come to life again. This time I went down on him more carefully, and gently licked and caressed its full length with my mouth, lips and tongue. As he became hard, I could tell he was ready, and so applied the lube I had strategically placed near by. I then slipped into position beneath him. He seemed so grateful, and almost disbelieving.

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