My Sexual Odyssey Part IV: From Slut to Whore - Sex Stories

My Sexual Odyssey Part IV: From Slut to Whore

... figure out as the evening progressed. The following day at work was uneventful, and I had ample time to prepare for our date after returning home. Since we weren’t meeting until eight, that meant we were not going out for dinner. So, what then? He didn’t invite me to go and do anything specific, and eight o’clock in the evening doesn’t mean coffee, so it must be for drinks. So, that would be our evening: drinks followed by fucking. I might as well face it. If this is not what I want, then I shouldn’t have called him, much less accepted the invitation. However, since I did both, I was more or less committed to putting out for this stranger within the next few hours. This realization made me feel both hot, and cheap and slutty at the same time. So okay, what does a cheap slut wear to suck and fuck a strange cock for the first time? Obviously, something cheap and slutty. I decided on black stockings with a red garter belt, no panties, and a tight, sheer, dress with a slit-skirt, and black, patent-leather fuck-me pumps. Simple, easy to take off in a hurry, and hot. A little sensuous musky perfume, a long flowing blonde wig, and some make-up, and I was good to go, or hot to trot, depending on how you choose to look at it. Seven o’clock rolled around, and I was ready. I poured a glass of wine, and relaxed as much as I was able, given that I was already aroused and excited. Eventually eight o’clock arrived, and so did he. I was finally able to put the face with the name. Yes, I had ...

... chosen nicely, as he was a tall, attractive, trim and clean man with nice manners. “Hi Brad!” “Hi Tracy, good to see you again! Ready to go?” “Yes, I’m looking forward to it. Where are you taking me?” “I was hoping you’d like this cocktail lounge I go to; does that sound okay?” “Of course! Let’s go!” “Great!” He walked me to his car, and as he did so, placed his hand nonchalantly on my back, then slid it down a bit, then removed it. Nice. Smooth. Sensuous, flirtatious, but not too much too soon. He opened the door for me, a real gentleman, then walked around the car and got in and started the car. I wasn’t sure what to talk about, so I began by asking him what he did. He told me he was a FedEx driver, that he was married, that his wife doesn’t much like sex anymore, but that they had kids, so he wouldn’t leave. I respected that, and understood why he was with me, and that he wanted someone who wasn’t going to make him feel sexually unappealing, and that he hoped that would be me. I had to admit, I didn’t find him unappealing in the least, and I wondered why his wife did. Then I realized that it probably wasn’t him at all, but that she just had issues with sex as such. We arrived at the cocktail lounge. It was plush, quiet, understated, and dark. Brad escorted me to a booth where we had some privacy, and I scooted in. I sort of wished he’d sit next to me, but I suppose that would have been odd. Anyway, we ordered our drinks, and then he began flirting with me. I liked it, and ...