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Chapter 39: Allie - Hello Slut
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 39: Allie - Hello Slut - A couple of normal, if irreverent, middle class guys get the opportunity to answer the age old question: What would you do with your life if money was no object? While on a trip to explore a new city they make a discovery: A community of raging misogynistic 'Alpha' males who behave like frat boys and mistreat their wives. Suddenly they know exactly what their calling in life is. A collaborative writing project written from multiple character POVs by multiple authors.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Slow Illustrated
When I woke up it took me a few seconds longer than normal to piece together where I was. I was in a luxurious rental home near downtown, in bed with a man who was very much not my husband. ‘Shit! My husband,’ I thought to myself and panicked.
I rolled over and felt around for where my phone had ended up on the bedside table. I nervously checked my texts, but was relieved to find I didn’t have any new ones. Garrison must have passed out in the ‘barracks’ of the clubhouse. Or perhaps was too black out to notice I wasn’t home. It was just as I’d hoped, but I should have been more careful. I should’ve double checked my texts before I fell asleep. I’d gotten too caught up in the intensity of my connection with Reed.
Relieved, I gently disentangled myself from Reed, the man I was in bed with, and crept to the bathroom to get another form of relief. I felt a tiny bit better after peeing, but still kind of rough. Not nearly as bad as Thursday morning, after we’d really gone hard on Wednesday with the Sigma girls, but I was still feeling the effects of the wine and coke.
There was a half full glass of water on the bedside table. I downed that and grabbed my phone again, this time registering the time: 4:14 AM. So we’d been asleep for only four or five hours. I had no idea what time we’d finally collapsed. How many times had I cum the night before? Six? Seven? I’d lost count.
I returned to the bathroom and refilled my glass from the sink. I regarded myself in the mirror. My makeup was a smudgy mess. I hadn’t bothered to remove it properly the prior evening. I also realized I was quite sore down there. That was a feeling I had not had in a long time. I liked it.
I grinned at my reflection. “Hello slut,” I said softly.
I walked back into the bedroom and set my glass on the table, then stared at Reed as he slept. I was still a little confused by the things this man made me feel. It had been a whirlwind up and down three days. The intense initial connection. The weird pulling back. Then last night the pledge he wasn’t afraid and was all in. I wondered what that meant exactly.
In a way, none of it mattered in the predawn hours of a Saturday morning. One thing was far more relevant to me: this man fucked me better than anyone I had ever met. And I wanted more.
Reed was on his back. It made things almost too easy. I drew back the covers and knelt on the bed beside his hip. I took his soft cock in my mouth and began tonguing it. There was a bit of a musty taste. We hadn’t bothered with any sort of real clean up the night before. I was tasting our combined dried fluids. I wasn’t grossed out. I was turned on by it. I could tell I was already getting wetter.
I was probably equally messy and musty tasting between my legs. The idea of another partner, a petite brunette, to clean me up flitted through my mind. ‘Whoa, where did that come from?’ I thought to myself. I typically wasn’t really interested in women - I only did stuff with girls to show off for guys. Perhaps the debauchery of the week was rubbing off on me.
Reed’s cock began responding to me almost instantly. Even in his sleep he was getting hard for me. I grinned inwardly. The feeling of power that reaction gave me, even when he was asleep, was intoxicating.
Reed was almost fully hard by the time I felt him begin to stir. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, not pausing what I was doing. I saw his expression change as he figured out what was going on. He grinned. It just made me want him more.
“You really are an insatiable slut,” Reed said. Rather than interrupt what I was doing to respond I just pushed more of his cock into my mouth.
I stopped the soft licking I’d been doing to arouse Reed and started really sucking cock, taking him all the way down. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft and moved my hand with my lips, enjoying the wet, hard feel of his dick.
Reed couldn’t suppress his grunts of pleasure. I was getting incredibly aroused that I had him this turned on this quickly. He couldn’t fully reach but one hand was stroking my ass encouragingly.
“You’re going to get a morning snack if you keep that up much longer,” Reed warned.