A Slut Walks In

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Gianni was enjoying a beautiful Saturday afternoon at a Napa Valley vineyard when he first saw her. His attention was drawn to the sound of bare skin slapping bare skin. She was a vision, she was bent over, holding on to a grapevine heavy with ripe zinfandel grapes ready for the crush. She was being fucked from behind. Her black sundress was pushed up onto her arched back exposing her beautiful bare ass to the warm autumn sun. Her partner was earnestly concentrating on his rigid cock sliding in and out of her pussy, oblivious to all else.

She, however, was looking directly at Gianni. She seemed more interested in him than what was going on in her from behind. Gianni froze in his tracks with the deer-in-the-headlights look of being caught watching something that polite people would pretend not to see. She put a finger to her lips in the international, “shush”, sign. By acknowledging his presence, she’d given him permission to watch. He was suddenly aware of and embarrassed by, the bulge in his jeans. Like a Highschool boy with an unwelcome erection, he tried to hide it with his hands. He thought he must have looked like an idiot. Then she smiled warmly at him. In that shared moment, he knew that she liked, or at least didn’t mind, being caught in the act. As her partner started to buck uncontrollably in the early throes of orgasm, Gianni silently turned and left. He went into the winery’s tasting room hoping that she’d be in after her partner’s breathing returned to normal. They did as he’d hoped. Her partner immediately headed off to the men’s room, but she was surveying the crowd. Their eyes met and she walked directly toward him. As she drew closer he saw a glistening rivulet running down the inside of her thigh. “Did you enjoy the view in the vineyard?” she asked in her deep, Kathleen Turneresque, contralto with a mischievous smile.

“Honestly: it was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Good, I’m pleased to hear that. It decreases the chance that you’ll turn me into the management. Are you a local, or a tourist?

“I’m local.”

“Excellent: do you have a business card?

He was nonplussed and flustered by her directness, he fumbled for a card and dropped his billfold at her feet. He was failing miserably at being nonchalant. When he bent to pick it up he could smell her aroused pussy, and her partner’s cum on her thigh. Gianni realized that amongst the fertile vines, she had taken him in her bareback. She was filled with his cum. Gianni found one of his cards on the floor, stood up, and handed it to her.

“How do I smell down there, I mean, is it obvious?”

“I was very, very close, and I think you smell fantastic, but I don’t think anyone up here at head level will notice anything.”, he heard his voice say without any input from his brain. All the blood must have left his head and gone to his cock a while ago. He had just become her accomplice.

She looked at his card, back at Gianni, back at his card. “Your office is in the Financial District just five blocks from mine!”, my name is Aryana, friends call me Ronnie. I guess after what you just witnessed we became very fast friends.”

“Hi Ronnie, I’m Gianni”, he replied. She was breathtakingly beautiful and smiling at him with such a warm smile on her lush, burgundy red lips that his mind went blank. He just stood there smiling back hoping he didn’t look too clumsy and wishing for the moment to never end. He noticed her wedding band and an obscenely large diamond on her engagement ring, and asked, “Before your husband finds us here talking, Ronnie, won’t he mind?”

“Oh, he’s not my husband, just a friend to whom I owed a big favor.”

Two things in that comment struck him. She said, “He’s not my husband” when she’s obviously married, and she said, “to whom”, which is unusually proper English, given the rustic surroundings and her recent thorough, semi-public, fucking. She didn’t have an accent, but she spoke in the Queen’s English.

Her freshly fucked, washed, combed, and tucked-in friend found them, so Gianni said, “It was nice to meet you both”, and went to his car and drove back to the City. The weekend passed slowly as autumn abruptly gave way to winter. The days were growing short, and you could smell rain in the cold October air.

On Monday morning she called, “Can we meet for coffee at the Peet’s on Sansome St. at 1:30? It’s near my office.”

He got there first, and ordered an unpretentious large black coffee, and found a small table in the corner. She followed him in by three minutes, she spotted the table and also ordered a large black coffee. She was wearing a just above-the-knee black dress, heels, and rather a lot of jewelry, none of which looked to be of the costume variety.

After the small talk was completed he discovered that she is married, they have no children, she’s second-generation South Asian, she speaks five languages, she lives in Gianni’s town and they ride the same commuter bus route every day, but at different times. As they were talking he noticed that her pupils were completely dilated, her lips never quite sarıyer escort closed and she was mirroring his every move.

Her hand brushed his. It was the first physical contact, and they both felt a jolt run through them as if a circuit had just been completed. They both felt it and were stunned by the shock. It felt to both of them that it terminated in their genitals. A little flustered, she abruptly said that she’d change her commute times to match his because her job had flexible hours. He asked, “What is your job?”

“I’m an attorney; in-house counsel for a search engine company; a corporate whore. I’m only in it for the money.” The word, “whore”, was said so matter-of-factly, He wondered what other non-Queen’s English words would slip from those lusciously full lips. He hoped that fuck, cum, and blow job were amongst them.

Ronnie was a head shorter than he was and had long dark brown hair which matched her brown eyes. She was a dusky olive-skinned version of Bettie Page.

She had the tiny waist, and perfectly put-together look, of a woman from the 1950s. Her dark bare legs slipped into her come-fuck-me, four-inch heels.

The next morning he was settling in on his bus and got comfortable for the long commute. He’d been hoping that Ronnie would get on, but they’d already passed all but the last stop. At that stop, she got on board and was looking down the dimly lit aisle. He waved and offered her the window seat next to his. As the bus was rumbling down the highway, and after all of the reading lights were extinguished, she leaned close and whispered in his ear, “Gianni, would you be interested in becoming friends-with-benefits?”

He was startled by the abruptness of the question, and not quite sure he heard it properly over the bus’s droning diesel engine, but in case he had, He replied, “Yes, I would.” Ronnie looked around at the few other passengers nearby and when she was confident that they were asleep. She slipped her hand up her dress; when she withdrew it. she put her finger under his nose offering him a sniff of her now familiar scent. He took her hand in his and sucked on her dripping wet finger until she giggled. She fell asleep on his shoulder. He was wide awake, horny, and his world was positively crackling with the electricity of naughty possibilities.

She always wore a dress, even in the vineyard, he recalled. She said it was because some of the older male judges require female lawyers to wear a dress in their court, and you never knew when you might need to appear. He thought it was also to allow easy access for a quick fuck or a better up-skirt view of her ass as she ascended stairs or an escalator.

On the phone later that day as they were learning each other Ronnie said. “I dated my husband in college. I wasn’t faithful then, or since, I am a slut.”

The word “slut’ rang in his ears. She said it with such confidence and defiance that you knew it could never ever be used as an insult against her. She completely owned the word.

Gianni asked, “Slut: can you be more specific about what you mean?”

“It means I’ve fucked over 40 men, tried anal just because it sounded so dirty, and I’ve sucked off far more men than I can remember or count. I swallow, and I love the feel and taste of warm cum in my mouth, and I absolutely love everything about cocks.”

“Wow: that was unexpectedly detailed.”

“I’m sorry. Are you shocked and disgusted now?”

“Yes and no, in that order. It was shockingly candid, that’s all.”

“I’ll always be honest with you. The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God. You should know who and what I am early on. If you want to bail out, now is a good time.”

“Not on your life.”

He felt the Earth move slightly as paradigms shifted in his mind. She’s obviously wicked smart, has a Juris doctorate, passed the bar exam, and is still a naughty slut. The word slut had been redefined in his mind from a dim promiscuous woman to a smart one living her life with lusty intent. He recalled a comic saying “Have you ever noticed it’s always the virgins that get sacrificed? There isn’t a culture on Earth that would sacrifice the sluts.” Note to self: slut absolutely does not equal bimbo.

The next day at noon a bicycle messenger showed up with an envelope for him. Inside was a keycard, an address, and a note that read, “I’ll see you at 1:00 if you’d like to fuck me.”

Gianni had never done anything like this. On his way there he wondered if he’d chicken out, and not show up, call and make an excuse, or walk into that hotel room. He was amused to think that if he did go that this was officially an “interracial” affair. He had never thought of that term in this way.

Walk-in he did. His confidence had grown, amongst other things, with every uphill step of the steep half-mile walk up California St. to the address. To his shock, it was the Fairmont hotel at the top of Nob Hill. His heart was pounding as he rode the elevator up, after all, he thought, he had just climbed a 20 story esenyurt escort hill both literally and metaphorically. He put the keycard in the lock, it flashed green, and he walked in.

The room wasn’t prepared for the heady intoxicating aroma of female arousal. Ronnie was in a black leather cupless corset, stockings and heels. There was a small patch of short curly black hair on her mons pubis. Below that, her pussy lips were dripping with anticipation.

“Thank God you came. I was starting to feel foolish here, dressed like this, in the middle of the afternoon. Do you like?”, she asked whilst doing a 360-degree model’s turn.

That was the first time he’d heard any vulnerability in her voice. She was concerned that either he wouldn’t show up, or would be disappointed in her. She needn’t have worried.

“Oh dear God YES! I thought the vineyard view was hot, but it was pale in comparison.”

She sat him on the bed and began undressing him. It was agony for him as she savored uncovering each new inch of skin. He was in a slow erotic burn as she was memorizing every bare square inch. When she finally released his cock from its underwear prison, it sprang up harder and larger than it had ever been. The skin was so taut he felt it might spit.

She took his hard circumcised cock in her hands and smelled it, as if it was a fine cigar, inhaling his musky male scent. She watched as a drop of thick clear pre-cum oozed out. She put his cock in her mouth, where so many men had been before. She softly licked the tip savoring the taste of his pre-cum and then she licked the underside of his shaft to the sensitive spot just behind his coronal ridge. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and cradled his balls with the other. With a twitch of his cock he felt his orgasm’s countdown begin. Ronnie felt the twitch too, she knew she was going to get a mouthful of his warm salty piquant cum. Every muscle in his body contracted, and his eruption began. It surprised her how much, and how hard, the ropes of his thick creamy cum shot to the back of her slutty mouth and down her throat. She laid her head on his abdomen without removing his cock from her mouth. She continued to suck until there was no more cum to be had.

After several minutes of luxuriating in the reward of her well-practiced and well-received oral skills, she stood to look at his naked and still aroused body. He stood too, walked over, and took her right hand by the wrist, putting it firmly behind her back, and pulled her close with his left arm. He held her very tight, her breasts crushed against his chest, and kissed her warm, moist, naughty mouth. He moved his right hand to feel her lush full breast. He pinched her erect hard nipple roughly, “Oh my.” she moaned softly with simmering arousal.

Trying to further slow the pace, and make the afternoon last, Ronnie said, “There’s a bottle of Champagne on ice, a baguette, and some brie laid out on the table. Would you like something? I fear that I’m keeping you from your lunch.”

“All that I want to eat is you.”

“Oh yes, Gianni,” She purred as she laid back on the bed and spread her legs. “by all means, I’m your dirty slut; you can do anything you want to me.”

It’s a fool’s errand to think you can lick a pussy clean, the juices flow faster than can be licked away. You just can’t make any meaningful progress. It’s great fun to try though, and the woman, who’s pussy is being licked, seems to really appreciate the effort.

She grabbed the back of Gianni’s head and pulled his mouth firmly against her drenched pussy. She did a slow grind against his face as he inserted his tongue into her pussy. He moved up and nibbled on her outer pussy lips and teased her clitoral hood with slow strokes of his tongue; she let out a low animal growl. As he softly licked her hood he inserted his finger in her pussy and curled it into the, “come here”, gesture against her vaginal wall. He stimulated the interior spot closest to her clitoris; she came violently against him with a warm wet gush and a shocked squeal. She pulled him up and kissed him as a woman possessed. She said, “I’ve never felt anything like that.” She went to the window and threw the drapes open. She leaned against the glass as he inserted his engorged cock and fucked her from behind. Anyone across California St. could have seen them fucking. In her black leather corset and stockings, they’d have thought her a whore. She pleaded “Gianni, fill me with your cum.” He erupted and came in her pussy with more cum more than he thought he could possibly make in the short span since he last came.

Ronnie turned her head and, with a wink, said, “I thought you’d like to see the view that my friend had in the vineyard.”

Ronnie was the very definition of womanly. Full breasts with dark brown areolas and perpetually hard nipples, small waist, which she would accentuate with one of her many leather corsets, round hips, and ass. She had a lusty femininity and warmth and openness that drew people to her, particularly men. A friendly face with full avrupa yakası escort lips, luxurious wavy hair, and dusky olive skin. She had no women for friends, just as coworkers, and acquaintances. She was guileless, wicked smart, and a slut that would fuck you so hard you’d think your heart might explode.

Gianni was caught off-guard by her confidence in their relationship. His office had hired a new young receptionist, Stephanie, that he’d learned from an overheard conversation, that she loved a high-end lingerie store. The kind that sells $800 corsets, $200 bras, and $55 thongs.

He told Ronnie about Stephanie and she renamed her “Slutty Stephanie” and suggested that Gianni wear a pair of tight jeans commando and talk to Stephanie while standing in front of her desk to see her reaction. This would put his cock at her eye level. Gianni said he didn’t own any tight jeans and thought that would be the end of it. The next day Ronnie presented him with a pair of hipster tight black jeans and asked him to wear them in front of Slutty Jessica at the office. He did as she asked. Stephanie didn’t take her eyes off of the outline of his cock and made no attempt to hide the fact that she was staring at it. This made him harder and harder, and the conversation got longer and longer. Eventually, Gianni had to take a call at his own desk.

He walked to Ronnie’s office and found her usually open door closed. When he walked in he could smell her excitement. Ronnie casually asked what the response was to the tight jeans and he told her the whole story. Ronnie said, “I want you to fuck Slutty Stephanie for me.” He couldn’t believe it. She had an odd, out-of-control edge in her voice but was quite determined.

Gianni asked, “Would you like to have a threesome with her?”

“I do, but not yet, I am very interested. I’ve done gangbangs, but never been with another woman.”

Upon hearing, “I’ve done gangbangs”, he was now as horny as he’d ever been, and right there in her office, she pulled out his cock, dropped to her knees, and sucked him dry once again. Ronnie opened her mouth to show him how much cum was there and then swallowed. She said, “Somebody was very horny. Were you thinking of Slutty Stephanie’s mouth when you came in mine?”

“Yes,” he lied, because she was obviously enjoying the thought of it. He was actually just thinking about Ronnie.

Ronnie loved everything sensual. Her love of food was nearly as intense as it was of sex. From haute cuisine to hole-in-the-wall dives serving anything authentic and spicy. She was determined to live life on her terms. She was a wild animal with strong carnal needs. She has an alpha female grabbing life by the balls.

Gianni once walked with her past a group of construction workers. They made the requisite wolf whistles and lewd remarks and crude invitations. She stopped and went back. The crew fell still anticipating a withering scolding like kids on the playground. Ronnie looked them each in the eye and then said, “Thank you, but no. I’m already taken, but I really like your confidence. Keep trying; it might work someday.” She took absolutely no offense to a proposition. No “me too movement” for Ronnie, she could take care of herself.

Ronnie and Gianni had fallen in lust, and then in love. She said that if he was interested in waking up with her every morning, she’d get a divorce.

Gianni told her, “I don’t want any secrets. I want to hear the details of each of your previous partners.”

“Most were young and unremarkable, or unskilled, so there isn’t much to say.”

“Fair enough. Start with your most uncomfortable to discuss sexual episode. Everything else will be downhill from that one.”

Ronnie looked him in the eye for a very long time. “OK,” she said, “are you sure you want to hear this?”

“Yes, I want to know.”

“Just after I had passed the bar exam I had an interview in Los Angeles on a Tuesday afternoon. I rented a car on the previous Friday and drove down, but I was horny and I stopped to spend the night in a national chain hotel in San Luis Obispo. One that I knew would have a safe in the closet. Cal Poly is nearby, and I knew there’d be a lot of bright, and hopefully horny, young men out drinking on Friday night. The bar was near campus and only a block from my hotel. I got to the bar at 8:00 and sat down. I ordered apple juice on the rocks in an Old Fashioned glass with a maraschino cherry and orange slice. No alcohol because I didn’t want to have a lapse in judgment or memory. It only took a few minutes for a clean-cut young man, Alan, to ask if he could sit on the empty stool next to me. I pretended to be a little buzzed and said, ‘Absolutely.’ He then got shy and embarrassed and I knew I’d have to take the lead if I wanted to scratch my horny itch. I asked him if he’d like to get lucky tonight. He blushed and said, ‘Of course, but I’m with friends that gave me a ride. They dared me to approach you.’ I asked him where they were and he nodded in their direction. Gianni, there were 3 more of them, all young, all studying aerospace engineering together. I took Alan’s face in my hands and gave him an open mouth kiss and inserted my tongue into his surprised mouth as his friends watched. I was such a naughty slut Gianni, I looked at them and told Alan ‘This is your, and my, lucky night. My hotel is a block away and I want all 4 of you.’ Gianni, he actually gasped.

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