Slutty Confessions of a Lady

Slutty confessions

(This history was recounted to me by a mature female friend)

I confess I am a slutty woman. I've always been slutty as long as I can remember and it has been a very enjoyable hobby. I've been slutty with old men and young men, old women and young women. Sometimes all at once.

I should describe myself, I am slim, petite build, 5'2", long black hair, olive skin, and as my breasts are quite small, they have remained pert. I confess I like men looking at my body, and while I don't wear the extreme slutty stuff I did in my youth, having kept my youthful figure I can still wear short skirts and low neck lines. I still rarely wear a bra.

I confess I have had slutty sex at work, on holiday, even with strangers in the park or in a supermarket. And I confess that while men are checking me out, I am constantly cock watching.

I guess it all started when I noticed that other girls at school with large breasts seemed to get lots of attention from boys and even male teachers, and I confess I was jealous. My tits were late arriving. When they did appear, they were small and attracted ridicule from other boys and girls instead of attention. I desperately wanted men to look at my body in the same way they looked at the girls with the big tits.

As my breasts did begin to develop, I learned how I could get attention. I did not need to wear a bra even when my breasts grew and wearing a tight blouse or T-shirt did the job. Men liked looking at my nipples and I enjoyed them looking, though I usually pretended not to notice, just letting them leer. It's a great thing as a woman having that peripheral vision, I could see them looking without turning my head, and they didn't know their glances were making me wet.

I confess that I lost my virginity to the boy who lived next door just after my 18th birthday. He was older than me. We'd known each other since we were kids, and being the only students that end of town, even though he was older, we would often walk home together. He had always called me mouse because of my size, he teased me a lot, but I knew he was quite protective of me as he didn't have a sister.

One day walking back home in the summer, a few weeks before my birthday when I would reach the age of consent, it started to rain. I had no coat nothing to protect me, and my blouse started to get wet. He refused to lend me his jacket which he held over his head. "You should have brought a coat mouse," he said.

There was nothing I could do about it. My blouse quickly became saturated. I confess that at first I was embarrassed that my little tits were almost completely visible through the soaking cotton, but as he kept looking, it struck me that this was what I had wanted for years. I teased him, "go on, keep staring, I know you'll have a wank later, thinking about them." He didn't deny it.

He did keep looking. And when we got to his house, he suggested I follow him indoors. I knew what that meant and said, "no, I know what you want and I'm not doing that until I'm legal. You'll have to wait." I confess that that night in bed I frigged myself hard thinking about him looking at my tits, imagining him wanking as he remembered them, and wondering what would have happened if I'd followed him in.

Sure, enough a few weeks later, it was only a day or two after my birthday he came up to me outside and said, "my dad's out, why don't you come inside"

I knew what he wanted and now I was legal. I followed him indoors. Although he was older than me, he was not interested in any courtship. I knew he'd had sex a few times with other girls, he'd told me all the details. He liked quickies. He led me by the hand upstairs into his bedroom. No niceties, he just put his hand around the back of my head, pulling me to him and kissing me while his other hand groped my tits.

I was feeling shy, it was all a bit sudden. But I reminded myself. I had wanted this ever since looking at my dad's magazines. So I went along with it and let him put his hand up my blouse to feel my tits. It felt amazing, he was the first person I let touch me there.

He pushed me down onto the bed and unbuttoned my blouse with a big smirk on his face as he looked at my tits. I liked that. I hoped I was going to get to see his cock. But he was impatient, he pulled off my knickers and pushed my school skirt up to my waist. He was lying on top of me pushing my legs apart. I heard him unzip his trousers. I tried to look down and caught a glimpse of something long and flesh coloured, but that was it. Quickly, I felt it pushing in between my legs.

There was not much resistance, my hairbrush handle had seen to that, but it was still quite sore when he entered at first. He was lying flat on top of me with his head buried in the pillow over my shoulder as he started to fuck me. Once the soreness passed, I started to enjoy it. This was a lot better than my hairbrush.

I was on the point of coming, and I think he was too, when I was suddenly aware of a shadow moving past the open bedroom door. I looked across and was shocked to see his dad standing there watching. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of his son between my legs, my knees up high and spread wide, my blouse open and tits exposed, and then he disappeared silently.

A lot was happening very quickly and it was hard to take it in, but being already very turned on I was somehow hugely excited to be seen naked by him.

A moment later, he came inside me grunting as he pushed his cock hard into me. He rolled off me onto the bed, leaving me nearly satisfied, wanting more. But I was very happy. I was no longer a virgin. I'd finally done it.

Suddenly he got up and pulled up his trousers, "I need to go get cleaned up before my dad gets back. You better go home quickly." I didn't tell him his dad was already home. He left the bedroom in the direction of the bathroom. I got up put on my panties and buttoned my blouse. I hadn't even removed my shoes.

Quietly, I left his bedroom and, as I moved across the landing to the stairs, I passed his parents' bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and I confess I couldn't help looking inside. What I saw was his dad lying on the bed with his trousers down and his cock in his hand. Technically this was the first cock I had ever seen, and now it was my time to stand silently in the doorway, transfixed. He had his eyes closed as he wanked himself. But then he opened his eyes and looked at the doorway and saw me. I didn't know what to do. I was frozen to the spot. He could see I was watching. As he looked at me, his hand increased in speed, faster, and faster and very soon I saw him ejaculate all over his stomach. At that point, I panicked and ran downstairs and back to my house next door.

The boy took his time before trying it on again with me a couple of weeks later. What he didn't know was that his dad had beaten him to it. He'd invited me into his tool shed at the bottom of the garden, slowly stripped off my clothes, sucked my tits, taught me how to wank his cock, fingered me and sucked me till I came. And then taking his time, and making sure I was alright, he'd bent me over and fucked me from behind. A few days later, he invited me to his shed again, and this time he had fucked my arse, taking time to make sure I was okay and relaxed so it would be pleasurable. That was a new one for me. I've never heard of it before, but I confess I loved it.

In comparison, his impatient son lying between my legs again a week later was fun and vigorous rather than considerate and leisurely. So I had learned that sex was different with different people.

And that's how it all began. Within days of reaching the age of consent, I had my three slutty loves. I loved seeing cock. I loved men of any age, looking at my body. And I loved sex.

Now many years later, I still enjoy the same three passions. I've never had children and was only married briefly once in my 30s. Apart from that, I confess I've enjoyed the sexual freedom of a single lifestyle.

As a supermarket checkout girl when I was 20, I would wear low-cut tops and enjoy the attention of men young and old. Working in an office in my late 20s I would wear short skirts and show off my legs to all the businessmen. Many is the manager I had in the staff toilets, old men in expensive suits and young men in cheap suits.

Married in my early 30s we had a lot of fun together inviting men and women into our bedroom. We would go to swingers parties together. Sometimes we would shag each other while people stood around and watched, masturbating. Other times we would split up and fuck other couples. The possibilities are endless.

In my late 30s and 40s, I ran my own business, combining profit with sex and trips abroad to exotic locations.

I confess I have enjoyed the erotic excitement of the age gap. My figure is still good enough that I can wear a little black dress and go to a nightclub. On more than one occasion, I've been chatted up by an 18 or 19-year-old. Once we started dancing, they've been surprised at my age, but they've been amazed by how open to sex I am compared to girls their own age. When we start dancing close on the dark crowded dance floor, they are astounded that I don't stop them when they grope my tits. They like it even more when I start stroking the cock through their trousers and then guide their hand down under my short dress to discover my naked pussy. Sometimes I've tossed them off in their trousers as we danced. Other times I've taken them to a ladies' toilet cubicle where I've bent over and let them choose which hole they want to use. I confess I've enjoyed frantically shagging as we hear noise of girls and women chattering just the other side of the flimsy cubicle door.

I confess I've enjoyed the age gap to the other way round. When I was little, I used to enjoy cuddling my grandad, not sexily of course, just snuggling, so when I was 18, it was no different to snuggle up on the sofa with old men in their 50s or 60s, grey hair wrinkled skin. I loved how enthusiastic they were, some of them obviously hadn't had sex in a long while. I loved how excited they were to see my tits and my pussy. I loved how breathless they were when I unzipped their trousers and pulled out their cocks. Some of them even in old age had a strong hard on which I could sit on and ride while they sucked on my tits. Others couldn't maintain an erection and I would put my hand around it and stroke it while they felt me up. I could usually could get them to squirt something eventually, especially if I pretended to be a schoolgirl. And to be honest, with by petite body and tiny tits, it was easy to pretent I still was one.

I confess I didn't have a slutty encounter with a woman till I was 25. It was a woman at work about my age. I'd always known that she would occasionally check out my legs or my cleavage in the office. I don't think she even realised she was doing it. But on this occasion we had just gone for a friendly drink after work, chatting about work and colleagues.

Then we started talking about relationships. She had just come out of a difficult partnership, and I was on a dry spell, I hadn't had sex for months. We both confessed that we had never had a relationship with another woman although she had once kissed a girl at school. There were two women across the bar in their 40s, laughing and stroking each other's hair very naturally. We joked that maybe when we were that old we should be a couple. But after we'd finished a bottle of wine, and the two women across the bar started kissing, she and I looked at each other in a new light. I invited her back to my small house and we both knew what that meant.

I was actually much more nervous than I had ever been with a man. We sat together on my sofa with another glass of wine each. We kept talking about all sorts of stuff, not sex, but I could still see her checking out my legs and my nipples. Taking another sip of wine, I casually reached out and stroked her knee. She looked at me, and then very slowly said, "that was nice". So I carried on stroking her thigh right up to the hem of her short skirt.

Now I was very nervous and she was breathing deeply as she looked into my eyes. I pushed my fingertips under the hem of her skirt. She didn't stop me. I pushed my fingers 2 inches further and almost imperceptibly her thighs parted very slightly. That was all the encouragement I needed. I took put our wine glasses on the table beside us and moved in closer. With one hand around the back of her head, I pulled her towards me until our lips made contact. With my other hand, I continued stroking underneath her skirt, moving closer and closer to her panties. The kissing was so sensuous it was making me wet.

As soon as I touched her between her legs, she gasped. "I've wanted you to do that for so long," she whispered in between our kisses. I pushed my fingers inside her panties and found her hairless cunt totally wet. I slid my fingers inside, first finding her wet hole, and then slipping up to her clit. She moaned loudly and started bucking her hips as I fingered her. She was very turned on and it took almost no time to make her come. After that we slowed down. We had another sip of wine each as we took our time undressing each other, kissing the skin we uncovered, her shoulders, my arms, her tits, my tits, until we ended up naked in a 69 position, sucking at each other's fannies until we both had orgasms. We carried on all night.

She was the first woman I had sex with, not the last by any means. But she's the only one I have stayed in contact with in all the years since then. She is now married, but we still hook up when we can. On one occasion I invited her and her husband to a swingers retreat where a dozen men and women with ages ranging from 20 to 68 flirted, flashed and fucked around a pool all weekend.

Now I'm more mature, I still run a small business which give me lots of time for travel and meeting people. I use online dating sites too, meeting up with men and women on a regular basis and if I like them I usually fuck them on first meeting. Sometimes we do it in the toilets before we've even left the premises.

And so I'm happy to confess that I'm a slutty woman with a long life of enjoyable slutty memories to look back on.