True Story Stories

One of the best things to happen lately was when my cousin quit her job as a professional escort, A.K.A. hooker, whore, or whatever else you call it. I know she loved her "work" and was making a fortune but even with the few experiences I had with her I knew sooner or later it would end in tragedy. Being a Realtor may not be as glamorous (she's in school now), but after having worked with her mom (also a realtor) before, I was sure she would still find ample opportunity to use her "talents".

Suddenly one day I realized it had been quite a while since I'd spent some really good "quality time" with my dad. Well... that shouldn't be so hard to remedy!

After a week in Oregon with my mom visiting her friend Tammy, who could blame me for being awfully horny so when we travelled to a casino on a nearby Indian reservation I was looking for any opportunity to take care of the itch. When my mom dared me to take on a group of guys at the poker table, her friend Tammy learned what a slut her best friend's daughter really was!

Flirt, lush, tramp, slut, cockteaser, bitch, even whore... I've been called them all. I guess it comes with the territory when you love sex and live by a "if you got it, flaunt it" attitude. I'm not afraid to admit I LOVE to tease. It's fun to see what a man will do using nothing more than the offer of your body for incentive. People ask me if I've ever NOT gotten what I wanted from a guy, at least sexually speaking. Well, my best friend's brother was one of my greatest challenges.

So much for my plans to spend a relatively quiet New Year's Eve with some close friends. When my slutty cousin Kristen called to ask me if I was interested in having some "fun", I should have known better but then, when have I ever been able to resist her offers? What a way to bring in the new year!

After my first lingerie party, the hostess seemed to want to say something to me but she ended up just saying goodbye. Thus I was a bit surprised when she called me a couple days later and even MORE so when she told me what she wanted. Did she really believe that presenting a slut to her husband would save her marriage?

Recently I wrote about how I was forced to have sex with my boss to keep my job. Admittedly, I ultimately enjoyed it and if it hadn't been for the circumstances surrounding everything, I might have done it again. That said, something had to be done about the situation before it got out of hand. Those who follow my diary may be curious as to what happened after my last entry. There is no sex in this one and for those with imaginations, I doubt what happened is what you hoped for.

When you have a number of things happen in the space of a few weeks that affect you emotionally and physically, it helps to have a best friend who knows just how to take your mind off things and let you unwind.

I figured what the heck, why not go to one more? This time, in addition to the eight guys that fucked me, I had my first lesbian party sex featuring my best friend Beth and two other girls.

It's been 4 years to the day since I was back home for summer break and my Aunt and cousin joined us to celebrate the 4th of July. It was then I learned Kristen had been "substituting" for me so far as taking care of my dad's "needs". In short before the day was over we had our first family "orgy". Since then the five of us getting together all at once has only happened a couple of times. Would today's anniversary be one of those times?