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once upon a slut

My name is Ada and I am 25 years old. I have long hair, a slim figure with full 36 DD breasts and 5’9. Men find me really attractive and I’ve never had any problem with it. They usually compliment my looks, my eyes and my awesome skin. I work at a real estate firm and always dress to please. I’m what you’d call a fashion icon, well I think I’m one. My dresses, suits, skirts and shirts spoke class and are always well tailored and clean.

When I’m not at work, I’m still the same but not so uptight in dressing. I’m always in joggers and tees or anything that makes me comfortable. I try my best to be clean and sharp at all times.

I’m quite a slut, don’t get me wrong I don’t fuck around but I’m a whore for cock especially when it’s on someone I like. I love guys who treat me like the slut I am, dominate me and use me but I don’t give it up easily.

After my last breakup, I did the only thing I could do and focused on me. I hit the gym more and concentrated on my career. I love my job and I’m quite successful for my age. It has been a distraction for me that I’ve simply felt my slutty years were behind me. I had taken enough, I felt i didn’t need any for now. I knew that was just my own way of coping with my hunger and need, telling myself I didn’t need cock anymore; It was never going to stop or change, I was always going to be a slut for cock.

Like I said earlier, I’m doing real well for my age financially and successfully. A house on chevron (all bought out of course), an AMG and good money. Okay, I admit I got all I own from my father of course and from my salary. Being the only daughter of Chief Obinna had its perks. I have 4 people working under me and I am a good leader.

I had a rethink a while back, I figured I was focusing too much on work and it was getting boring. I went on dates and it never really excited me. Sex wasn’t all that good too, it wasn’t bad but it was bland. I was bored and sex starved. I longed for hardcore sex, domination and a lot more. I masturbated regularly to thoughts of the sex I wanted, domination and hardcore sex.

It got so bad, I had to text my friend to set me up. I never hid my kinks from my friends, it was fine with me because I only kept a few and they were good ones. He introduced me to a sex group where people came to talk dirty, share pictures and videos and talk about their fantasies. It was fine with me because I could just watch for a while and see who to get freaky with.

I chatted with a few guys, flirted a lot and then indulged in dirty talk sometimes. They sent me dick pics a lot, 10 to 12 inch cocks, they looked unreal but I still wanted them anyway. I looked at them imagining they were feeling me up instead of my dildo as I played with myself every night.

I had a whole catalog of nudes on my gallery, I usually love taking pictures of myself and would pose in different outfits for my pleasure and my partners. I have a few pictures of cum spewed on my face, sucking dick and one when I had cum spewing out of my cunt. I wanted to see these strangers reaction to my pictures so I sent them out and told them to send masturbation videos and pictures of their dick just to get me off most times.

I was getting good reviews on the site and soon I had a lot of guys sending messages and using me as much as they want. I enjoyed it so much, I was a slut for strangers I might never meet and it made me feel good. I picked older guys, the ones that really don’t get much action. A few were different and soon I had a favorite. One of them was Bayo.

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Once Upon A Slut

once upon a slut

Bayo is in his early 40s, really pleasing to the eye, 6ft, always neatly dressed and had an amazing smile. He had an amazing cock, well I found out soon enough, it was thick and quite long, it looked huge when erect, slanting towards the right with fat balls hanging beneath; it was a glorious sight to behold. He is married but his wife is not open to his fantasies and he was on this site finding some adventure. I was excited!

Bayo stood out from the others because he had this air of dominance to him. It was in his messages, the way he spoke to me and his actions. He always called me his slut, even though I never asked him to but silently appreciated. We talked every night and I told him of my fantasies and we soon became bonded over them. He was very clear what he wanted to do to me and I made sure I told him I was ready and waiting.

He shocked me one time when he said he’d tie me up, blindfold me and have his way with me as much as he pleased. It made me gasp for air and my pussy throbbed just by seeing that. The feeling of finally being used like the slut I am turned me on a lot. The slut in me was so excited but the boss woman in me wondered why I’d let someone do that to me when i’m usually the one giving orders and commands. The slut wins every time.

I woke up one night horny as hell, I just had a dream and I was fucked like a slut so bad. I was so turned on and at the same I was sort of disappointed in myself. I hated how bad it turned me on and I had to rub one off longing for such a feeling.

I continued texting Bayo, sharing pictures and videos which were usually more of mine than his but I didn’t care. He told me I was his slut and I should do anything he asked without questioning. We shared a lot together including our darkest fantasies. Often, I’d use my dildo while we texted and shared pictures. I was getting ready for him, training to obey his every whim, being his slut.

One day, he asked to meet, to explore our fantasies. It was exhilarating but somehow weird. He was a stranger and I wasn’t sure he was who he said he was. I wasn’t sure I wanted this and I told him I’d think about it. I just wanted to get off to strangers and wasn’t sure I wanted to meet anyone.

I thought about it and everything it’ll entail. I often had fantasies of sucking his cock and letting him fuck me as he wanted, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It went on for a while and I was quite confused on what to do. I finally decided to meet him. We arranged to meet. I took a day off work so it was early morning and a weekday and far from where I live. Thoughts of sucking cock and being fucked by Bayo filled my mind.

As I woke up from sleep, I took a shower and made sure to wash everywhere really well. As I got back to my room, my phone beeped and I saw I got a text from Bayo.

‘Hey slut, see you at 10. Make sure you wear something revealing’

I chose a short skirt and a strapless ankara top. Put on a little makeup and chose red lipstick, looked at myself in my bedroom mirror and smiled. I looked hot as always. I wasn’t too slutty in my outfit but damnnnnnnn…

I got in the car and drove out. I considered going back but I told myself I had to do this so I don’t look like a wimp. As I got to the car park of the agreed spot and parked, I felt I was going to be sick. My stomach was in knots and my head swimming, palms sweaty but pussy throbbing.  As I approached the door I was also nervous that I didn’t know If I’d recognize him. Just like that, he stood up and waved to me. With a deep, anxious breath, I walked over to him.

“Hey slut!” he said, in his deep voice.

“Hi!” I said, struggling to make eye contact with him but at the same time trying to admonish him for being so brazen straight away.

“You should call me Zaddy?” he inquired.

I looked up in shock only to see him smiling back at me. I smiled back at him, pleased that the tension had been broken, “Not yet!” I countered, well I wasn’t going to give in that easily even though I wanted to so bad. We talked for a while. This wasn’t supposed to be a date, I wasn’t here to talk and it was making me anxious just sitting here talking.

“Let’s go to your car”, just like that he downed his drink and walked out leaving me with no choice than to follow him.

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