This is a question I discovered many years ago with a friend and it still remains one of the questions that gets most use when meeting some women.
I met Julieta at a concert by a friend, it was her first concert with her band and we all went to make fun of her. The concert got delayed (it often happens with under bands) and my friend ended up playing very late. Before she started playing, I ran into my friend and Julieta talking goodbye. Julieta's husband was sending her messages because he wanted her back home already. After a while we saw Julieta again, a bit worried because she couldn't get a ride or taxi. I told her if she wanted me to take her and half-doubting she accepted, not having many options.
On the way, we talked about everything we didn't talk about at the bar and even when we got home, I remember we made some more turns just to keep talking. Before getting off, we exchanged numbers and agreed to continue chatting.
After a few weeks my friend went back to playing with the band but Julieta didn't show up again. Since the previous concert, as I knew her husband was half-celous, I didn't send her messages waiting for her to initiate contact and she didn't either. During the middle of the concert, very gratefully, a message from her arrived asking if I had gone. That day started one of the hottest stories of my life. From then on, every day, always with the same mechanism, after her husband left for work in the morning, I would wait for her to write me and we would talk for hours. We talked about everything, and as is my habit, whenever a woman opens up to me, I listen, try to decipher her, understand her, take advantage of the opportunity to get a little insight into how they think.
Several concerts passed and Julieta couldn't attend, she always said she couldn't. She had to stay at home with her family, her husband didn't want to leave either so she was alone because she knew she would have to put up with complaints when she got back. We were talking a lot about her (she needed to talk). She found herself in a moment of discovery, told me she had known her husband very well since childhood, they got married and moved in together very quickly. They hadn't been able to live their adolescence, I remember she always said I was driving my life automatically. We only talked like friends, trying to understand what was happening... wanted to keep her life but with a desire for some new adventures. Adventures, not falling in love with someone else, but adventures of going out, getting to know each other, drinking, hooking up with strangers, doing it in non-typical places, etc. But even though we talked about those things, until that moment and for a long time, we didn't discover what she was really looking for. In all that time, although some situations were producing curiosity inside her, it seemed like she didn't know and we were discovering it together.
But one day, I remember it was Thursday, they're going to find out because... my friend did a recital in Ramos Mejía and to my good surprise, Julieta was there! She told me that night was going to be a secret, since she was doing a course at the university on Thursdays and her husband had told her he was going to the course, not the recital. For the first time, she was escaping and I could feel the adrenaline she felt for having done it.
When we wanted to realize it, she had to go back, I don't remember the hour but it would have been around 22 or 23 hours. Obviously, I offered to take her and she returned the whole way worried about whether she smelled too much of cigarette smoke on her clothes. When we were arriving, she asked me to pass behind her as if I was a taxi driver so that her husband wouldn't suspect.
I remember it was the next day when she surprised me with a message saying she would have liked to behave a little worse. I recall her asking something like would you have kissed someone? and she replied that in reality, she imagined something a bit hotter like sucking someone off but that it was just a fantasy, that if given the opportunity, she wouldn't... she would have gotten excited. Some weeks passed and Juliet was restless, she wanted to go out. The problem was that the only excuse she had to go out were Thursdays from 6 to 23hs, but we couldn't just go out to grab something. We went out one Thursday, then the next and the following one too. Juliet never went back to class again, I made her a driver and every Thursday I would take her to different places, some nightclubs with a touch of sex. One night, returning from one of those bars, she noticed me a little frustrated, she wanted more! It wasn't enough just to fantasize but the fear of being with someone unknown or being seen didn't let her advance. Until that moment, we had been talking about sex and our fantasies for years without anything happening between us, although it seems obvious now. The relationship was headed in another direction, I got excited discovering and seeing her change week after week, and although more than once I thought about it, my intention wasn't focused on having her. But well... at that point she had told me so many secrets and desires that just looking at her made me hot. When I saw her frustration and desire for the forbidden, I asked her to suck me off. I remember saying something like if you're so eager to suck a dick, I'll lend you mine. Without hesitation and with the complicity we had, she started sucking... first soft, almost shy... then strong, increasing the rhythm... and finally euphoric, almost desperate... she was making me feel like it was going to hurt from how hard she was sucking... I could feel the adrenaline I felt for being sucked off a cock that wasn't her husband's. She touched my intimate parts... she was soaked... overflowing with pleasure and ecstasy. Let her play, do what she wants and somehow make her be the one who decides where it goes. For me, I would have taken her on top of the car but I understood that all she wanted was a first step. What would happen? I'd ask her in the mouth or it would be too much... When I was about to leave, my cock got hard and I went to cum, she moved away and looked at me with her eyes. I thought she didn't want that, so I stopped on some tissues I had prepared. The next day, as I was already used to it, she talked about things we could have done the night before but didn't dare. She told me she stayed with many desires to take my cum and when she got there, she locked herself in the bathroom and touched herself, imagining that she had ended up on her mouth. From that day on, every Thursday we did things related to sex. We would grab each other, I'd suck her off anywhere dark place we found, she loved being covered in cum, she started asking me if she wanted to do it through the Booty (she was a virgin until then). But even though we had an excellent time, both of us realized that she wanted more. She didn't want another partner, she wanted to control herself. Although it wasn't expensive, I convinced her to have her first threesome with a friend and me. It was a topic that gave her great curiosity but she wouldn't dare, when she tried it, she loved it. I took her to watch a couple of friends having sex, on the last one they invited her to join in. According to her words, she had a good time but it wasn't something she would do again. In my opinion, she wanted cock, cock and more and only for herself. We saw that she loved the vibe of the threesome with two men, so I started inviting some friends, until I organized some encounters where she wouldn't participate. I'd just go get her and bring her back home in exchange for a good blow job and making her swallow all the cum every time. We had an encounter with two couples, where the two husbands jerked off with me and the two wives with her. It was great, Julieta learned a lot from the two wives that night... one week a group of friends with whom I would meet on Fridays proposed meeting on Thursdays because some couldn't make it every Friday. At the same moment I was thinking about how complicated it would be for me because it was the same time slot I saw Julieta, I thought of proposing it to them and her bringing her to the gatherings... We were 15 friends, of which we usually combined between 6 and 10 on Fridays.
Julieta didn't want to go, it was too much. I understand she thought things could get out of control too much so I assured her nothing more would happen than laughter. If she wanted things to pass, they would, and if she didn't want them to, my friends would respect her and I'd be there to keep her safe. After a few days, she told me if and talked to my friends. The first Thursday wasn't a disaster, I remember we arrived late. I was running into other friends and lost track of time. But what did happen is that Julieta and my friends had a lot of fun, Julieta gained confidence and even promised to show her stuff the following Thursday.The Thursday of Kilombo:To the next Thursday, everyone was waiting for Juliet to get excited. Juliet and I knew something was going to happen, but we didn't know how far it would go... I asked her to suck me off on the way there to warm up the trip. Without hesitation, she grabbed my cock like it was an ice cream. The ride took about 15/20 minutes, long enough for her to get a taste of sex in the mouth and get a little wet.
When we arrived, I greeted one by one, and within 10 minutes, the first one told her 'remember you said you were going to show your tits' and she responded 'it seems like you've been thinking about me all week'. And from there everything started...
First, she showed her tits, then she sat down to drink something (just soda, I didn't want her to arrive with a smell of alcohol). A little later, she started talking to two friends and called me. She wanted to have sex with them first but asked for my permission and to take care of her. I asked if she was up for having sex in front of everyone and without hesitation said yes. One of my friends remembers that he finished quickly, we laughed about it until today because of it, and I could see the pleasure in her eyes. I talked to her ear and gave her an idea, which she approved and improved.
We had to be all seated, naked, and with our cocks up, but no one would approach her without her permission. Juliet sucked a ton of cock that night, went home with a sore jaw. She had sex with two or three, but wasn't used to it and left with her pussy burning. There was something going on with Juliet in all our encounters and it's that between one screw and another we had to wait 15 minutes. This time didn't pass, she was excited and wet the whole night.
From that Thursday on, we understood what Juliet was looking for and every Thursday, our encounters got a little more out of control. The only thing Juliet wouldn't give me was her Booty, always telling me that part of her body was mine, although I think she didn't give it to me because she was afraid of being hurt. But finally we discovered what Juliet wanted... what she wanted... It wasn't the amount of cocks that passed through her mouth, but the situation. She felt like a slut! Promiscuous! Dirty! It turned her on to see herself in that situation and be used.
Thursday after Thursday, the situation got hotter, we managed to get a hair dryer so she could shower before going home, where we would fill her with cum, it was all a challenge! Her hair was more sacred than her Booty! Guys, pay attention!
We had found what we were looking for! And we had found a beautiful question that would serve her and me with any woman we meet... what makes you feel like a slut?
There are similar questions one asks when getting to know a woman, such as what turns you on? But this question is different... many of the women I've known and know get turned on more by the situation than by the physical person or what they're doing. What I mean is that they get turned on more by the idea of sucking a cock than by actually sucking it. And in turn, several of them get turned on by the idea of being like Juliet... dirty, rough, whores...
We were almost a year apart since we met and stopped seeing each other. Our Thursday gatherings with my friends started to be intercalated. Until the last few months when only those who wanted to fuck her would meet up.
In our last 3 or 4 encounters that year, she preferred meeting up just with me and told me she wasn't doing well with her husband. We kept talking for a few more years and had several sporadic encounters, with lots of sex, cum, and cocks like she likes it. Then she moved to the coast, we stopped seeing each other and eventually stopped talking too.
If you made it this far, I want you to know that this story was real, like all my tales, and I'd like you to answer...To you, what makes you feel like a slut?Husbands/boyfriends' comments about their wives/girlfriends are valid.
I met Julieta at a concert by a friend, it was her first concert with her band and we all went to make fun of her. The concert got delayed (it often happens with under bands) and my friend ended up playing very late. Before she started playing, I ran into my friend and Julieta talking goodbye. Julieta's husband was sending her messages because he wanted her back home already. After a while we saw Julieta again, a bit worried because she couldn't get a ride or taxi. I told her if she wanted me to take her and half-doubting she accepted, not having many options.
On the way, we talked about everything we didn't talk about at the bar and even when we got home, I remember we made some more turns just to keep talking. Before getting off, we exchanged numbers and agreed to continue chatting.
After a few weeks my friend went back to playing with the band but Julieta didn't show up again. Since the previous concert, as I knew her husband was half-celous, I didn't send her messages waiting for her to initiate contact and she didn't either. During the middle of the concert, very gratefully, a message from her arrived asking if I had gone. That day started one of the hottest stories of my life. From then on, every day, always with the same mechanism, after her husband left for work in the morning, I would wait for her to write me and we would talk for hours. We talked about everything, and as is my habit, whenever a woman opens up to me, I listen, try to decipher her, understand her, take advantage of the opportunity to get a little insight into how they think.
Several concerts passed and Julieta couldn't attend, she always said she couldn't. She had to stay at home with her family, her husband didn't want to leave either so she was alone because she knew she would have to put up with complaints when she got back. We were talking a lot about her (she needed to talk). She found herself in a moment of discovery, told me she had known her husband very well since childhood, they got married and moved in together very quickly. They hadn't been able to live their adolescence, I remember she always said I was driving my life automatically. We only talked like friends, trying to understand what was happening... wanted to keep her life but with a desire for some new adventures. Adventures, not falling in love with someone else, but adventures of going out, getting to know each other, drinking, hooking up with strangers, doing it in non-typical places, etc. But even though we talked about those things, until that moment and for a long time, we didn't discover what she was really looking for. In all that time, although some situations were producing curiosity inside her, it seemed like she didn't know and we were discovering it together.
But one day, I remember it was Thursday, they're going to find out because... my friend did a recital in Ramos Mejía and to my good surprise, Julieta was there! She told me that night was going to be a secret, since she was doing a course at the university on Thursdays and her husband had told her he was going to the course, not the recital. For the first time, she was escaping and I could feel the adrenaline she felt for having done it.
When we wanted to realize it, she had to go back, I don't remember the hour but it would have been around 22 or 23 hours. Obviously, I offered to take her and she returned the whole way worried about whether she smelled too much of cigarette smoke on her clothes. When we were arriving, she asked me to pass behind her as if I was a taxi driver so that her husband wouldn't suspect.
I remember it was the next day when she surprised me with a message saying she would have liked to behave a little worse. I recall her asking something like would you have kissed someone? and she replied that in reality, she imagined something a bit hotter like sucking someone off but that it was just a fantasy, that if given the opportunity, she wouldn't... she would have gotten excited. Some weeks passed and Juliet was restless, she wanted to go out. The problem was that the only excuse she had to go out were Thursdays from 6 to 23hs, but we couldn't just go out to grab something. We went out one Thursday, then the next and the following one too. Juliet never went back to class again, I made her a driver and every Thursday I would take her to different places, some nightclubs with a touch of sex. One night, returning from one of those bars, she noticed me a little frustrated, she wanted more! It wasn't enough just to fantasize but the fear of being with someone unknown or being seen didn't let her advance. Until that moment, we had been talking about sex and our fantasies for years without anything happening between us, although it seems obvious now. The relationship was headed in another direction, I got excited discovering and seeing her change week after week, and although more than once I thought about it, my intention wasn't focused on having her. But well... at that point she had told me so many secrets and desires that just looking at her made me hot. When I saw her frustration and desire for the forbidden, I asked her to suck me off. I remember saying something like if you're so eager to suck a dick, I'll lend you mine. Without hesitation and with the complicity we had, she started sucking... first soft, almost shy... then strong, increasing the rhythm... and finally euphoric, almost desperate... she was making me feel like it was going to hurt from how hard she was sucking... I could feel the adrenaline I felt for being sucked off a cock that wasn't her husband's. She touched my intimate parts... she was soaked... overflowing with pleasure and ecstasy. Let her play, do what she wants and somehow make her be the one who decides where it goes. For me, I would have taken her on top of the car but I understood that all she wanted was a first step. What would happen? I'd ask her in the mouth or it would be too much... When I was about to leave, my cock got hard and I went to cum, she moved away and looked at me with her eyes. I thought she didn't want that, so I stopped on some tissues I had prepared. The next day, as I was already used to it, she talked about things we could have done the night before but didn't dare. She told me she stayed with many desires to take my cum and when she got there, she locked herself in the bathroom and touched herself, imagining that she had ended up on her mouth. From that day on, every Thursday we did things related to sex. We would grab each other, I'd suck her off anywhere dark place we found, she loved being covered in cum, she started asking me if she wanted to do it through the Booty (she was a virgin until then). But even though we had an excellent time, both of us realized that she wanted more. She didn't want another partner, she wanted to control herself. Although it wasn't expensive, I convinced her to have her first threesome with a friend and me. It was a topic that gave her great curiosity but she wouldn't dare, when she tried it, she loved it. I took her to watch a couple of friends having sex, on the last one they invited her to join in. According to her words, she had a good time but it wasn't something she would do again. In my opinion, she wanted cock, cock and more and only for herself. We saw that she loved the vibe of the threesome with two men, so I started inviting some friends, until I organized some encounters where she wouldn't participate. I'd just go get her and bring her back home in exchange for a good blow job and making her swallow all the cum every time. We had an encounter with two couples, where the two husbands jerked off with me and the two wives with her. It was great, Julieta learned a lot from the two wives that night... one week a group of friends with whom I would meet on Fridays proposed meeting on Thursdays because some couldn't make it every Friday. At the same moment I was thinking about how complicated it would be for me because it was the same time slot I saw Julieta, I thought of proposing it to them and her bringing her to the gatherings... We were 15 friends, of which we usually combined between 6 and 10 on Fridays.
Julieta didn't want to go, it was too much. I understand she thought things could get out of control too much so I assured her nothing more would happen than laughter. If she wanted things to pass, they would, and if she didn't want them to, my friends would respect her and I'd be there to keep her safe. After a few days, she told me if and talked to my friends. The first Thursday wasn't a disaster, I remember we arrived late. I was running into other friends and lost track of time. But what did happen is that Julieta and my friends had a lot of fun, Julieta gained confidence and even promised to show her stuff the following Thursday.The Thursday of Kilombo:To the next Thursday, everyone was waiting for Juliet to get excited. Juliet and I knew something was going to happen, but we didn't know how far it would go... I asked her to suck me off on the way there to warm up the trip. Without hesitation, she grabbed my cock like it was an ice cream. The ride took about 15/20 minutes, long enough for her to get a taste of sex in the mouth and get a little wet.
When we arrived, I greeted one by one, and within 10 minutes, the first one told her 'remember you said you were going to show your tits' and she responded 'it seems like you've been thinking about me all week'. And from there everything started...
First, she showed her tits, then she sat down to drink something (just soda, I didn't want her to arrive with a smell of alcohol). A little later, she started talking to two friends and called me. She wanted to have sex with them first but asked for my permission and to take care of her. I asked if she was up for having sex in front of everyone and without hesitation said yes. One of my friends remembers that he finished quickly, we laughed about it until today because of it, and I could see the pleasure in her eyes. I talked to her ear and gave her an idea, which she approved and improved.
We had to be all seated, naked, and with our cocks up, but no one would approach her without her permission. Juliet sucked a ton of cock that night, went home with a sore jaw. She had sex with two or three, but wasn't used to it and left with her pussy burning. There was something going on with Juliet in all our encounters and it's that between one screw and another we had to wait 15 minutes. This time didn't pass, she was excited and wet the whole night.
From that Thursday on, we understood what Juliet was looking for and every Thursday, our encounters got a little more out of control. The only thing Juliet wouldn't give me was her Booty, always telling me that part of her body was mine, although I think she didn't give it to me because she was afraid of being hurt. But finally we discovered what Juliet wanted... what she wanted... It wasn't the amount of cocks that passed through her mouth, but the situation. She felt like a slut! Promiscuous! Dirty! It turned her on to see herself in that situation and be used.
Thursday after Thursday, the situation got hotter, we managed to get a hair dryer so she could shower before going home, where we would fill her with cum, it was all a challenge! Her hair was more sacred than her Booty! Guys, pay attention!
We had found what we were looking for! And we had found a beautiful question that would serve her and me with any woman we meet... what makes you feel like a slut?
There are similar questions one asks when getting to know a woman, such as what turns you on? But this question is different... many of the women I've known and know get turned on more by the situation than by the physical person or what they're doing. What I mean is that they get turned on more by the idea of sucking a cock than by actually sucking it. And in turn, several of them get turned on by the idea of being like Juliet... dirty, rough, whores...
We were almost a year apart since we met and stopped seeing each other. Our Thursday gatherings with my friends started to be intercalated. Until the last few months when only those who wanted to fuck her would meet up.
In our last 3 or 4 encounters that year, she preferred meeting up just with me and told me she wasn't doing well with her husband. We kept talking for a few more years and had several sporadic encounters, with lots of sex, cum, and cocks like she likes it. Then she moved to the coast, we stopped seeing each other and eventually stopped talking too.
If you made it this far, I want you to know that this story was real, like all my tales, and I'd like you to answer...To you, what makes you feel like a slut?Husbands/boyfriends' comments about their wives/girlfriends are valid.
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