The Adventures of a Slut - Sex Stories

The Adventures of a Slut

... Genius, he would say. I knew I was doomed when they presented Exhibit A and Exhibit B. It showed me Xeroxing my pussy and ass. I signed them and handed them out at the Christmas party. Of course they held them up for all to see and passed them around to the jurors. Next was the video tape from the stairwell. It showed me being fucked in the ass and cunt simultaneously by two junior partners as I sucked off one of the law clerks. The spectators in courtroom spoke out in jeers, gasps and ahhs. “ORDER IN THE COURT,” the judge yelled as he slammed down his gavel. It was no surprise that this jury was going to side with the rich and famous. I was just a promiscuous woman who would fuck anyone to get satisfied. Maybe that was true, but I did love Brad and the life he gave me. I guess you can understand why I need to get out of town as fast as I can. I’m heading to Pine Hill, NY where the population is less than 300. My real estate agent Bill said, “I shouldn’t have any problem finding a home in my price range.” The first place he shows me is a little two bedroom, one bath cottage. It has about two acres of land, but is in dire need of major repair. Something I didn’t think I could handle at this time. Next is a larger home. It has two bedrooms, two full baths, a nice size eat in kitchen, a decent living room and a den with a wood burning stove. It sits on three acres of land with a pond. There is also an above ground pool that can be accessed from the sliding glass doors in the ...

... kitchen. It has a large deck built around it and I can see myself sunbathing there, with no nosy neighbors within sight. After looking at about five more places that all had pros and cons. I decide on the one with the pool. I signed the paperwork right there in my very own kitchen. My new address is; 7 Dreamy Lane and I am determined to make this my dream home. A place where I can live my life as I please and not be under scrutiny of others. My next stop is to ‘Big Daddy’s Furniture Barn’ to pick up a bed. Hopefully they will be able to deliver it today or I’ll be staying at one of the many motels I’ve seen in the area. Walking in the store an overzealous thirty-something salesman and close behind him is an older man around sixty-ish greet me. The older man speaks first, “You can call me Jed, but most folks around here know me as Big Daddy. I am the owner here and that fellow there is Billy Bob, my son. A few older customers are browsing the vast selection. I test each mattress by laying down on them and stretching and turning. Seems the people there don’t do that, because I had all eyes on me. I’m used to having people look at me so I was cool with it. I decide on a Craftmatic queen size bed, with a gel infused memory foam mattress, because of the adjustable 1001 positions. You never know when something like that may come in handy. When Jed fills out the sales receipt, he notices my address. “Oh, I see you bought the O’Brien’s place. A very nice couple that lived there for many ...