Once a Slut, Always a Slut - Sex Stories

Once a Slut, Always a Slut

... took her in and she went to jail, but the judge was lenient when she told him that she planned on going back to Dallas. Now she was back home and needed a place to stay (again). I asked her if she had seen her folks yet and she said she didn't want to see them just yet. She said she didn't want her dad starting up again about settling down and growing up. She just wanted to crash at my place and have a nice time before facing her parents. Knowing she could get anything she wanted from me, she crawled up into my lap straddling me and facing me. She looked at me with her big green eyes and pouted her bottom lip out. "Please?" she asked playfully. I didn't say anything at first. She undid a couple buttons of her blouse. "Pretty please?" I still didn't say anything. She completely unbuttoned her blouse and held it open for me. "With sugar on top?" Then she smiled at me, knowing I was going to give in. And I did, grabbing her and pulling her to me so fast she squealed before I covered one fat hard nipple with my mouth. "Fuck me! Take me to bed and fuck me right now!" she said. So I stood up, picking her up with me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as I walked us into the bedroom. And we spent the rest of the night in mad, passionate, sweaty, sex. With her accommodations secured, I went to work the next day pretty happy. At the time I was between girlfriends and so having a regular partner was handy. She stayed with me for a week and every day I ...

... came home to a hot, sexy, hungry woman - my sex life had improved and it was nice to have someone warm in my bed beside me again. That following Monday, I was called into the bosses office and told that he needed me to go to Las Vegas for some special training. I called home and told Jenny the news and she understood. I was a bit surprised she didn't want to go with me, since Vegas is just the kind of place she would really get into, but at the time I had other things on my mind and blew off the peculiarity. The next day I took off for Vegas and I was there for three days coming home Friday afternoon. Originally I was supposed to be there through Saturday and come home Sunday, but we got through the training faster than anticipated and so I wanted to surprise Jenny and come home early to spend the weekend with her. But instead of surprising her, it was I who was surprised. As the cab I was in pulled into the driveway, I saw two guys coming out of the front door and headed to this beat up old van. When I got to the front door it wasn’t closed all the way so I just walked in. Going down the short entry hallway, I walked into the living room, where my shock was complete. The room was a disaster, with clothes and dishes scattered around, ashtrays filled to overflowing with cigarettes and what I can only assume were the remains of joints, there was a couple bongs on the table and the whole room smelled of pot. Several liquor bottles were scattered around, adding to the clutter and ...