Once a Slut, Always a Slut - Sex Stories

Once a Slut, Always a Slut

... she was in and turned to leave the room. Jennifer’s stoned and drunk voice asked, "Wait, Michael, why don’t you stay?" but I just left and went for a drive and did some thinking. She called my cell phone a couple hours later trying to say she got very drunk and high and didn’t mean for that to happen. I told her that we were through. I was madder at her than I had ever been. But strangely, there was something else. As mad as I was at her, I was also oddly turned on thinking about her having sex with these other guys! I drove around for about four hours finally finding myself in front of a club. I went in and decided I needed a drink. While I was there I spotted this cute but slutty little blonde number with a very short dress and a bright red blaze colored into her hair. She was pierced in her eyebrow and her tongue and she came up to me and asked if I'd buy her a drink. She was cute enough and she'd caught me in just the right mood, so I bought her a drink and soon found myself back at her place. We fucked like mad and I was able to work out my frustrations of Jennifer on her. I spent the night with my stress reliever and the next morning I got a hotel room. I didn't want to see Jennifer for awhile because I didn't want her to try to sweet-talk her way back into my good graces. I stayed in my hotel room Saturday and most of Sunday but then I had to go home to get some clothes for work the next day. When I walked into my house this time I didn't know what to expect. At least ...

... there were no guys leaving the house as I pulled into the driveway - that was a good sign! I went into the house and found that things had been cleaned up and the place looked pretty good. I was relieved. I looked for the suitcase I had taken to Vegas (I had set it by the door when I came home Friday) but it had been moved. I walked further into the house and that's when I saw Jennifer coming down the hallway. "Oh! You startled me!" she said, "Hi..." "I just came for some clothes and a few things. I have to go to work in the morning," I said, moving past her towards the bedroom. "Michael wait... please?" she said, touching my arm. "What is it?" I asked. "Please Michael, please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry about everything... it just got out of hand." "Listen Jennifer, I'm not mad at you anymore, but I don't think this is working out. You like to party way too much, and that's your business. We aren't married and I don't own you - you are free to date or fuck anyone you want. But the thing is that everyone you fuck I end up fucking as well because of you was to catch some STD, then I would get it too. Not to mention your party-hardy lifestyle affects my life when I try to keep up with you. You may not have to worry about a job, but I do. And I need to be able to do my job without worrying about you and without the hangovers that come with your lifestyle. I have known you for a long time and I have been patient and understanding in letting you have all the freedom I can. But ...