Becoming A Slut - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Becoming A Slut - Chapter 3

... she saw the tip dangling beneath the hem).

Hailey did her best to discourage his advances, but it didn’t exactly help that no matter how many times she practiced rejecting him in the mirror, she only managed two responses in real life: fleeing the room or trying to form a sentence as her eyes inspected every inch of his strapping body.

By the time Thursday rolled around, Hailey couldn’t take it anymore. It had become clear to her that Philip was using her mother the same way she had used countless men, and it was also obvious that Victoria was blind to this reality because Philip had fucked the common sense right out of her. Hailey frankly didn’t have any problem with any of that, feeling that both of them were getting exactly what they wanted out of the arrangement. That didn’t mean she was going to fuck Philip herself, though!

Her decision to keep her legs crossed came with consequences. The way Hailey saw it, she either had to spread her legs forsomeoneover the next couple of days, or the last of her willpower would evaporate and she’d end up servicing Philip as happily as her mother did. Hailey thought long and hard about who to choose, and in the end, one message from Vincent answered her question.

Thursday evening, he was flirting with her again, and Hailey kept responding because she had nothing better to do, other than sharing a dinner with her mother and Philip. Vincent had spent the past week overcoming one obstacle after another on his path to ...

... persuading Hailey to go out with him, and as she lay in bed, they’d finally come to the elephant in the room.

Hailey bit her lip and wrote:But aren’t you married?

Vincent:Yes. But you know what’s the best part about going out with a married man, right?

Hailey felt her heart rate spike. She wrote back:What?

Vincent:You can trust us to never tell anyone what happened on the date.

Hailey’s pussy seemed to pulse when she read those words. She pressed her phone to her chest, squealing as she rolled on the bed, but then she got herself together and wrote back:So when are you picking me up?

*****

On Friday evening, Hailey stood at the end of her driveway, wearing high heels, a form-fitting white dress with long sleeves, a light jacket over it, and a crystal clutch purse. She put her hair in an intricate bun and did her make up to perfection – Hailey looked like a million bucks, and the expression on Philip’s face when he saw her walk out of the house was all the confirmation she needed.

Checking the time, Hailey looked up and down the block, wondering if any of the cars driving by belonged to Vincent. It might’ve been better to have him pick her up in front of the house, but Hailey didn’t want her mother seeing the car Vincent drove up in, in case it turned out to be some luxury brand. Victoria would never let Hailey hear the end of it, since she’d been forced to listen to her daughter’s accusing looks and derisive comments about her love for rich men for ...