A Slut's Seduction

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: A young woman has a wild sexual liaison with an older man, leading to a life changing epiphany.



It was amusing to be dressed so conservatively, she thought as she walked down twelfth avenue. Her long black sheath was literally the most sedate dress she owned. The white shoes and hat looked more like a fashionable ensemble than the outer covering of one of New York's sexiest women. Her short blonde hair and the little smile didn't draw the leers she usually took such pleasure in, but admiring glances.

It wasn't a surprise. She knew she was beautiful, but it was almost always more important to her to be sexy. She let her hips swing blatantly and her pert face was relaxed and happy. Her big tits were hinted at by the flowing black material, and she still felt turned on. She had no idea why she had decided to change her usually blatant image tonight. But it was what she had felt like when getting home from her easy nine to five job as a Trust Attorney for a bank. She supposed she wanted to surprise her friends at Elmo's.

It was an upscale bar for people like her. Most of the women, and many of the men, were regulars, who were constantly horny. They were all friends, and you didn't last long if you weren't terrific in bed. There were always more fresh men attracted by the place's accurate reputation for pretty, available sluts, but for her, that was the attraction. You didn't have to worry about misunderstandings. Love was not an issue. Sex was.

Elly's mind drifted back to her ex-husband. They had gone through law school married, and he had always hinted that they should start swinging. But she had been afraid of the risks, and anyway enjoyed the wonderful orgasms he gave her, ardently, powerfully, and frequently. She had been pretty sheltered in her youth, and even in College had not been very sexually active. He had been the best lover she ever had, and all through law school she had seen no reason to look outside her marriage bed. The first day of third year, she had walked in on he and her best friend Sheila. Instead of being upset, her first hint of her true nature had hit her. Seeing her husband lying there while the brunette humped up and down over his body had turned her on. She had ended up letting him eat her cunt while Sheila came three times, each one looking better than any Elly had ever experienced. And her own cum that night had been world record.

But a year of gradually increasing the range of her sexual experience had taken her far beyond Ed's modest ideas about an occasional threesome. She had discovered an urge for novelty and strangers he called perverse. "You're a fucking nympho, you know that. A slut. I won't have it. This has to stop" She had called him a candy ass and twisted his arm behind his back with a karate move her Dad had taught her, and kicked him out. He made threats about publicizing her adventures during the divorce, but she laughed at him. "Do it, ass hole. Advertise for me. A little fresh action would be nice."

They ended up settling amicably, and she got on with her life. They had gotten it on together in the jury room fifteen minutes after the judge granted their divorce. "I never said you weren't a good piece of ass, Ed." His latest girlfriend had seen them emerge from the dark oak door, and walked off in a huff. "Looks like you need a new roomie, honey. Are her tits as big as mine?" He glared at her and chased off after the blonde everyone said was a less attractive version of Elly.

Five years. Amazing. And she felt great about herself, about her wild life, the wonderful, occasionally dangerous sex, the fun of being cool with Bank customers. Some of the wealthy men seemed to sense her sensuality, but she never gave them the slightest encouragement. That was the nice thing about New York, you could live a double life so easily. Thirty next month. Wow. But her figure was better than it had ever been.

She knew she wasn't a true nymphomaniac, because she had done some research. She often went two or three days without sex. But when she wanted it, she wanted it heavy, hard, raunchy, and as perverse as she could manage. Even her friends who had been slutty for years longer than Elly were amazed at some of her adventures.

Tonight, she particularly relished her lack of panties or a bra. Just the fishnet black nylons under the loose dress. Her pussy felt lovely, fresh and wet. The walking moved the dress against her pubic mound, which had only a tiny triangle of heavy dark hair, and was otherwise bald. She shaved every couple of days. Too much hair trapped the residues of heavy action, and could reduce the sensory pleasure of contact to her groin. She was proud of her pussy. It was very puffy, the labia fat and long. The inner folds peeked out of the long slit, and when she was the least bit aroused, her clit would protrude just at the top of the pink pocket. She knew it was strong, responsive, and incredibly flexible. She had taken cocks up to twelve inches long, horse cocks, and even a baseball bat once. But she could still enjoy a modest size, normal prick if it was used right.

She was a little worried about her ass hole. After the same baseball bat had been up inside her bowels, it had felt torn, and a little blood had leaked for two days. The doctor had said it seemed fine during her annual physical required by the bank, but still, she had been more careful lately. She loved anal sex, and on the rare occasions when she masturbated, she always used twin vibrators. Ass and cunt. She shivered with the thought.

Men and women often gave her compliments on her beauty, her boobs, her shape. But she thought her twat was her best feature. She loved showing it off. Usually, Elmo's patrons would see her in a short skirt that let her easily flash her sexy beaver at a moments notice. She thought her appearance tonight would amuse everyone. There was a thought. Maybe her sedate appearance could draw a rape effort. She liked those. She would always pretend to be horrified, and the savagery almost always gave her great orgasms. Or maybe a gang rape. She'd managed a couple of those, and they lingered in her memory, wonderful, almost continuous fucking on the edge of danger and real pain, but her ability to manipulate men had always kept things fierce but short of any damage. As she turned into the bar's door, she realized just thinking about those marvelous experiences had dampened her cunt.

As she stood just inside the entrance, letting her eyes adjust, voices of welcome called out. "Hey Elly. How's the bod." "Hi sexy. What's with the duds?" "Girlfriend, you aren't taking the cure, are you?" She recognized the voices, and smiled and waved in the general direction of each. Most were at the bar, but she knew from experience that if there was fresh meat, it would be important to avoid immediately joining them. You could never tell what someone new might like. As her eyes slowly let her see clearly, she realized that indeed there was substantial fresh blood tonight. It figured. Friday night, and the ones who thought they were studs were looking for a weekend thing. Though they were mostly duds, every once in a while there'd be one with stamina and imagination.

There was a table of big athletes, four guys, one of whom she recognized. They'd be looking for more than one girl, no matter how she tried to keep them all to herself. Maybe later in the evening. There were several couples, looking hungry. Threesomes got to be a bore after a while. One table had two guys and a woman, but she looked nervous. No amateurs tonight. Then she saw Lois.

Her friend the PR agent had three men who all looked like execs. Sometimes that worked, and Elly thought Lois wouldn't have brought them in if she thought they didn't have potential. Their eyes met, and they exchanged a smile. Elly headed for them.

"Lois, darling. What a surprise." "Elly, isn't this lucky. Let me introduce you to some clients of mine. They offered me a night on the town." She used just first names, as Elly sat down. "And this is my dear friend Elaine. She's a lawyer at Chase Manhatten." Lois was gushing, because she loved eating Elly's pussy. She was good at it, too. Two of the men ogled her, while the third stood up and shook her hand. He was going away the best looking of the three, but equally clearly the least agressive. Elly's heart sank. Too goddamn polite, she thought. Oh shit. This might have been a mistake. But the other two were leering.

They fell all over each other offering her a drink, but she just took a glass of the Chardonnay from the cooler on the table. It was a nice Montrachet, so she knew they at least had class, and money. Worst case, they would tire early, and she could get back here for something evil with one of the regulars. They resumed a conversation that had apparently been going on before she joined them.

"Damn guy can't keep it in his pants, and then when there is a real crisis, he can't command respect." "Yeah and I still don't think he understands markets. Always pushing liberal ideas." Lois laughed and throatily jibed "Women like a good looking guy, fellas. Don't alienate your companions." Elly saw the tall guy, Evan was his name, watching them all carefully. But he didn't say anything. It was a typical New York conversation.

The big, rough looking fellow beside Lois kept at the free market stuff, as though he had just discovered Economics 101. Finally, Elly pricked his balloon a little. "I watch stocks all the time, Brian. You can't have much confidence in some of the totally wacky things that happen with mergers these days. It's passing fancy, not an invisible hand." She was holding his eyes, but felt Evan's gaze on her. She caught a little smile.

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