Tales Of a Slut In Training

To say that my life changed from that day forward would be a serious understatement. As usual, the first person to notice the change in the way I was carrying myself was Elliott. He kept asking me questions, asking what happened, for me to act like the heaviest shackles have been taken off me, but I couldn't tell him what happened because I, myself was not sure what exactly changed in me.

• I don't know what to tell you, man, I told him for what felt like the hundredth time. I guess you could say that I'm stepping into a new side of myself.
• Yeah, right, he chuckled. You know you can just tell me if you found a new kink, right?
• It's not that, you perv! I laughed, punching him in the arm.

If Elliott was not drowning in his studies most of the times, I would have gladly offered him a drink at the Backstreet, so he could see for himself why exactly I was so excited about this place. I was so eager to go back, that on the day of my second shift, I showed up almost an hour before I was supposed to.

• Well someone is early, said Robbie as he saw me walk behind the bar to greet him.
• I thought it was the right thing to do, since I need to learn from you guys what to do when we're opening, and how to set everything up, I replied, excited to start.
• You're not wrong, but it usually doesn't take us longer than forty-five minutes to get settled.
• Oh… I murmured, a bit disappointed.
• But you should head down in the back to help Farid with the inventor, he continued. Tell him to show you where we keep the emergency kits and back up chairs and others.
• Of course, I exclaimed as I found my way to the storage room.

I found Farid already in his uniform, doing inventory as he was supposed to, with the same joyous look on his face. He happily showed me what to do in various situations as well the usual tasks to complete when opening and closing as well. I don't think I've ever met, in my entire life, someone as talkative as this man. And it seems like he is very skilled at multi-tasking, because he managed to flawlessly finish checking the inventory, set up the tables, check the lighting and the music, all while telling me all about his adventures since the last time we spoke.

• By the way, he suddenly asked me, did you get the chance to go to the shop I recommended?
• Yeah, I did, I replied. I met Maddie, who is very lovely, by the way, I related. She showed me a lot of really cool harnesses, and I actually bought one.
• All right, then! He exclaimed with a naughty grin on his face that made me laugh. Can I see it?
• Yes, sure, I said, excited to show it to him. Would Tyler mind, if I wear it for my shift?
• No, he lets us wear whatever harness we choose to, as long it is a harness, he assured me.

I decided to keep the collar a surprise for the moment, and we continued to get ready for opening.  As soon as we finished setting everything up, as if they were waiting by the door, customers started coming in. You could tell that this was an important place for the community, because everybody, from all different parts of the city, in all different colors, background, ages and genders, were blending in a way I had never witnessed before. It struck me once again, because all my life I've heard nothing but negative things about queer people, and here I was, witnessing the most beautiful display of humanity in a place that would have been described to me as evil.

In my humble opinion, the women looked the best in their dominatrix costumes. The way the harness would highlight their curves, from the chest to the hips is a treat to my eyes, and I would not hesitate to tell them that. Most of the times, they would just say thank you with a little smile and go back to their conversations, but some of the most extroverted ones even went as to slapping my ass, and I would always play along with the game, letting out a little moan as I walked away. But one of them, a gorgeous Nubian queen in a body that would put both models and athletes to shame, caught my arm as I was walking away after serving her and her friend their drinks.

• You must be the new member the crew I've heard so much about! She started, barely letting go of my arm.
• I guess this is me, I replied, confused, but happy to know I made an impression.
• I'm Wakeema, she continued, and I replied with my name.
• I've gotta say it, I can see why you got my best friend all messed up, she teased with a grin on her face. He could not stop talking about your pretty face since he saw you last week.
• Well, could you tell him to talk to me himself? I replied as I leaned closer to her, very amused by how excited she was. Something tells me he has a lot more to offer than what meets the eye, I whispered to her ear.
• Then you can tell him yourself, she giggled, her eyes focused on something else.

I turned around to see my alleged victim. Once again, I felt my blood rushing down my stomach and lower. This man was a pure treat for my eyes. As he walked through the crowd, I could not help but notice his sense of style. His dark grey jean paired with a biker leather jacket made him look like a walking fantasy to me. He seemed to notice his friend waving at him, and approached the table as he was taking off his jacket, revealing a figure that belonged on a magazine cover, or at least a poster. Underneath his very fashionable jacked, he was wearing a simple white cotton shirt under a dark brown harness. I had to mentally slap myself to regain my composure before he got in front of me.

• Pleasure to see you again, Alioune, he greeted me, with his suave voice which almost shattered the composure I gathered.
• Pleasure's all mine sir, I managed to reply. What will you be getting tonight ? I asked, holding my tray against my crotch.
• Well I was hoping to have you for the night, he snickered, but since you're on the clock, I think I'll settle for a "Sex In The Driveway"…
• Subtle, I laughed. But no need to settle for it, although I do recommend this drink, I said as I walked back to the bar with a smile on my face.

I'm usually not a very flirtatious person, but when someone tickles my libido, I tend to loosen myself. I was still smiling when I got to Robbie to give him the requested drinks.

• Well, well, it looks like someone will be getting some action before the night is over, he laughed, while preparing the drinks.
• Please, if someone would be getting some action it's you, I argued, pointing at the pile of papers with what I knew to be cell numbers written on it.
• Don't be fooled by those, he said, because a lot of them were destined to Farid or Tyler.
• I'm always amazed by how much attention he's getting, Farid exclaimed as he joined us at the bar.
• I'm not, I disagreed. He's a very attractive gentleman, and he fits the "Daddy" archetype. Most twinks would pay millions to get fucked in his office.
• Would you do it? He asked, a devilish smile growing on his face, and I could see Robbie waiting for my answer.
• Well I'm obviously not a twink, I replied, but if I wasn't working for him, maybe I would.

 To be fair, I don't think I would, but just to play along with their foolishness, I will let them think so. Although I do believe that Tyler very attractive, the vibes I get from him are more of a respected elder and adviser. But I could totally see why others would fall for him.

The rest of the night went pretty smoothly, the vibe was amazing, the customers very friendly and playful, and just like on my first night, the tips were very generous. Around 3 a.m., as most of the customers had already gone, I noticed that one table still had the same people on it. Wakeema, and her friend, who never missed an opportunity to give me a playful smile every time our eyes met throughout the night, seemed to be on their way out. I thought to myself that it would be a shame to let him go once more without taking his number.

• Well, I hope you had a great time, I joyfully said as I approached their table.
• We did, sweetie, Wakeema replied with her gorgeous smile. Although I think my friend here would like to have an even greater time with you, she added, looking at him.
• You just had to do it didn't you, he laughed, a bit embarrassed.
• Well you spent most of the night telling me you wanted to… she started.
• Wakeema ! He blurted out, interrupting what sounded so interesting to me.
• That you wanted to …? I asked, genuinely intrigued.
• Do a lot of things to you, he replied, with a gaze that promised me many naughty things. But I would prefer to be the one explaining and showing them to you…
• That sounds very nice, I teased, before leaning closer to talk in his ear. I would ask you to stay until I finish my shift to tell me all about it, but I was taught not to stay up late at night with people whose name I don't know, sir.
• Fair enough, young man, he agreed. I'm Marvin, he said, giving me his hand.
• Pleasure to meet you, Marvin, I said, shaking his hand a bit longer than I needed to, just to play with it.

We must have spent a long time just looking at each other, because Wakeema suddenly interrupted us.

• Well this all sounds very fun for you guys, but I'm gonna head home, I'm exhausted, and honestly, a bit drunk.
• Wait, do you… Marvin started before she interrupted him again.
• No need to walk me home, I will simply take a cab. I'm a big girl, Mar ! She exclaimed, as he was about to disagree.

It seemed like he knew better than to argue because he rolled his eyes as she gave him a kiss on the cheek before blowing me one as a goodbye, and just left us alone at the table.

• She's a very nice lady, I said as we watched her leave the bar.
• She's the absolute best, he agreed. So, he added, pointing at my harness, someone has gone shopping, I see.
• Yeah, I love the harness Tyler gave me, but red has always been my favorite color, I replied.
• It is the color of passion, he said with a grin, then lowering his voice. Plus, it looks even more beautiful on your skin.
• I will keep that in mind then, I laughed while getting the glasses on my tray.
• Keep it on for later when you finish, he ordered, as I was getting back to the bar.

As I walked to the bar, I realized that if I were to get in bed with this guy, I might end up bottoming for the very first time in my life, and I was both excited and anxious. In the past, it wasn't a question of me never wanting to bottom, it's just that most of the time, the people who hit on me wanted me to top them. You could say that I was yet another victim of the "BBC" stereotype, but never on purpose. Since I enjoy topping, and people wanted me to top them, I just went along.

But with Marvin, I couldn't see myself topping him, at least not the first time. I was just wrapping my head around it when I felt Robbie patting me on the back.

• So, big guy, he started with his usual playful tone, are you going to bang that hot stud ?
•  I just might, I joyfully asserted.
• Yeah, boy ! he said before giving me a loud high-five.

Farid joined us right after, congratulated me as if I just won a tournament, and we all continued to do our jobs for another thirty minutes, before getting ready to close the bar. I was so excited, I couldn't help but smile the whole time and I actually started to rush to the point where they took pity on me and offered to finish without me.

• Are you guys sure you don't mind me going early? I asked one last time after I grabbed all my stuff.
• Yes, we are ! Farid asserted one more time, practically pushing me away. Go and ride your stallion !

I thanked them again, before stepping outside to find Marvin waiting by his motorcycle, a Ducati 916 nonetheless, finishing his cigarette before he saw me. He gave me one of his dangerously seductive smiles, and handed me a helmet.

• Are you ready for the ride, boy ?
• Yes, sir! I instantly replied, eager to ride both him and the bike.

We kept smiling at each other as we put our helmets on, before getting on the bike. The whole ride to his place was quite awesome on its own. Some people say that you rediscover a city when you ride its streets on a bike, and I can say that this somewhat true. Every building, every bridge, felt different, and new through the helmet glass.

When we finally arrived at his building in Whitechapel, I was still high from the experience I just had when he started to make small talk on our way to his apartment. He asked me what I thought of my second night, if I liked my co-workers and other stuff, but I was too horny and excited to bother with a long and detailed response. Although I managed to stay civil and polite, he could tell that I was getting impatient, and he seemed to like it.

• You cannot wait to get a piece of me, can you, boy? He whispered to me when we got past his front door.
• You have no idea, I whispered back.
• Let's not waste any more time then, he gently said as he turned me around to capture my lips in an intense and passionate kiss.

I instantly dropped my bag on the floor and wrapped my arms around him. His plump lips felt so damn sweet against mine, that I couldn't help but open my mouth, inviting his tongue to play with mine. I moaned in pleasure when I felt his hands lifting my shirt and caressing my skin, going from my stomach to my back, making me arch it to give him more access. I lifted me arms from his back and shoulders to run through his thick, luscious curls, which made him moan in return.

The second we broke the kiss, we both instantly removed our coats and shirts, threw them away without a second thought, and as if I was as heavy as a poodle, he lifted me by my ass cheeks, making me wrap my legs around him, and started walking to his living room.

• Fuck, I'm too damn horny to take you to the bedroom, right now, he laughed as he sat on the couch.
• No complaints here, I giggled back before grabbing his face and pulling him in for another intense kiss.

I ran my hands across his huge shoulders while his giant hands where stillgoing up and down my back. He had the biggest pecs I ever had the chance to touch on a man before, and I worshipped it as if it was sacred. I then started to play with his hardened nipples while he was playing with my ass, making me moan in both pleasure and pain against his mouth as he slapped it.

• Suck my dick, boy, he grunted at me when we broke the kiss.
• Yes, sir, I replied, happy to oblige.

I slowly worked my way down, kissing and worshipping every muscle along the way, from his neck, his pectorals, and his abs. I started playing with his cock through his pants, grabbing it with my hands, then my mouth, before I finally unzipped him, getting more and more overwhelmed by how big he is as I removed the pants. When I finally got him completely naked, I froze for a few seconds, amazed by the shaft I saw in front of me.

People say the penis doesn't look good in photos. I have never disagreed more than in this very moment, because the penis that was in front of my face had a beauty that belonged in a museum. I saw him grin as I let out a loud gasp when confronted his thick 10 inch veiny cock. I carefully licked its head, already tasting his precum, before going lower, to his balls, filling my nose whit his scent. My own dick started to feel trapped in my pants as I began to take him my mouth, moaning one more time in pleasure. I immersed myself in the task, feeling more and more aroused as I went up and down on thick beautiful and delicious cock, using my own saliva to take him deeper in my mouth.

• Yeah, slob on that cock, I heard him grunt as I made him wetter. Fuck….

Like I said before, I love performing oral on someone, and giving a blowjob is no exception. Either I give everything I have, or I just don't do it.

• Fuck…! He exclaimed when took his dick in its entirety, burying my nose in his pubic hair, submerging it once more with his scent.

When I came up for air, panting, I saw him struggling to control his breathing as well, and that made me want to make him feel more. I licked him again, this time focusing on his balls while stroking him, making him tilt his head back. When I started to suck him once more, he let out a loud moan before getting his back off the couch just so he could grab my ass, playing with my cheeks, now that I had lowered my pants. He was very gentle when caressing them, but quite rough when slapping, which started to drive me crazy, and made me suck faster and more hungrily.

Finally, he stood up, and made get back up to undress me before capturing my mouth in yet another hungry kiss. I was breathing so heavily, my heart beating so fucking fast and loud, I could hear it. We broke the kiss to look each other in the eyes, and I could see in his eyes the reflection of my own lust.

• I can't wait to fuck that hot ass of yours, he stammered.

At this moment, I felt a little scared, and he must have seen it my eyes, because his toned instantly changed.

• What, you don't want me too? He gently asked
• I do! I quickly corrected. It's just that I've never done it before.
• You never bottomed?
• No, I softly replied. But I want to you to fuck me, I said, looking at his rock hard cock.

You know those moments in in the animes, when a character’s eyes get that flame in them ? This is what it felt like to look at his eyes. His breath became heavier and louder as he tried to compose himself.

• Man, you really are killing me, he grunted. You mean to tell me that I will be the first one to enter that sweet hole of yours ?
• If you won’t mind training it, I replied playfully.
• I might take you up on that offer, he said that fire in his eyes burning even brighter. But for today, let’s take things a bit slower, he continued, his large hands massaging my cheeks.

He suddenly turned me so I was facing the couch, pushed my back to force me down on my knees, letting me spread my legs to give him access to my ass, while I rested my chest and arms on the couch head. He got on his knees, let out a loud grunt while violently spanking my ass one more time.

If I had to describe the face he was making while playing with my cheeks, I would compare it to a toddler’s evil playful expression. From the corner of my eye, I saw him smile right before he buried his mouth between them, beginning his delicious torture. As someone who enjoys eating ass, let me tell you, he was a fucking professional at this. There were absolutely no exaggeration in the moans I let out as his tongue explored my hole. He did not hold back one bit as he was getting it wet, pushing his hot saliva down inside with each stroke of his tongue, gently forcing my sphincter to relax.

He kept eating me in this position for a few minutes, before backing away in one loud breath.

• Turn around, he ordered. My mind was way too clouded by pleasure at this point to offer any kind of playful resistance. Lift up your legs, boy… Let me enjoy your cunt like this!

Thank God for my flexibility, because there was no gentleness in the way he pushed my legs back to me, completely exposing my ring to his breath. This time, he started by rubbing his beard on it, before assaulting my hole again with his lips and tongue. At this point, I was so relaxed that I barely felt his finger enter me, and I welcomed the sensation with a soft moan of pleasure, while he played with my balls.

Like I said before, I have never bottomed, simply because I never had the opportunity to do it with the right person. So it was only natural that, as he continued using his index finger to stretch me open, the nerves started to make their way through the pleasure I was experiencing. When he inserted a second ( though very thick ) finger, I was startled, and he must have felt it because he immediately slowed down, almost stopped moving altogether, and lifted his face so I could see him.

• Don’t worry, boy, we won’t go past your limits tonight, he said his eyes gently encouraging me to relax. Let me give you a good time, stud…

I slowly nodded, giving him permission to go further, and he went up to my face to give me a passionate kiss, while slowly resuming his exploration of my insides. When he found I guess he was looking for, the bolt of pleasure I felt was nothing like before. My head fell back on the couch and I arched my back in one loud gasp.

• Yeah boy, that’s it, he grunted, encouraging me to lean into the sensation. Feel my fingers in you, boy. Feel it.

Following an order never felt this good. I completely let go of any restraint or inhibitions I had up to this point, and let him take me where he wanted. When he took my mouth this time, I was so hungry for him that I couldn’t stop myself from moaning so loud, my breath became so heavy and short as he picked up the pace of his strokes, making the sensations stronger. At a certain point, I wasn’t even aware of the noise I was making, too busy trying to process the new blast of sensations I was experiencing, as they began to feel more and more intense, and hard to contain.

I was about to experience my first ever prostate orgasm, right here, on this man’s fingers. When I approached the threshold of what felt like heaven, I felt a third finger forcing its way inside me, but I was too busy moaning and gasping to even care. But he was ecstatic, judging on how violently he was grunting when he let go of my mouth.

• Yeah, boy, cum for your Daddy, he ordered me. Let me feel your cunt shake on my fingers.
• Hah… Please… More ! Were the only words I was able to let out.

As he inserted his fourth finger, I was feeling as much pleasure as I was surprised I was feeling shock, because I never had anything inside me other than my own fingers, and now, four of them were stretching me. But I didn’t even had the time to relish on that feeling, because I began to shake as the orgasm Marvin was leading me to started to spread around my entire body, making me tremble in ecstasy, and completely unable to control myself.

• Man, he said as he removed his fingers, it’s always an honor to see a young slut like you cumming like that.
• Hah…  I managed to let out. I was about to say that it has been my pleasure to give you my first time.
• Oh the pleasure was all mine, he joked back.
• Was it ? I asked, in a high-pitched playful tone. And to think I was about to return it…
• Oh don’t let me stop you he quickly objected.
• I thought so, I said before putting myself on top of him.

I gave him a grateful and hungry kiss, before running my mouth on his chin, his chest, licking his nipples, while impregnating my nose of the smell of his chest hair. I continued my way down to the massive shaft, caressing every inch of his muscular torso until I got there. Once again, he began grunting as soon I took him in my mouth, which only made me more determined to give him at least half the pleasure he gave me.

I gave my absolute all to worshipping that cock, still so grateful for the experience I just had. I gave him the sloppiest head I ever gave, and he was clearly enjoying it. I only came up for air when I absolutely could not continue, only to continue stroking him while I played with his ball, before going back at it, using both my hands to give him as many sensations as possible. Towards the end, when I felt his cock tensing up, I took him in almost to the base, his girth making me drool all over him, and using my saliva to stroke him as I came up for air in another loud gasp.

• Oh shit! He exclaimed, and as he was about to ejaculate, I took him in my mouth again. Take my seed boy! He grunted, pushing my head deeper down his massive shaft. Fuck …! He shouted as he shot his hot load in my mouth.

As he looked back at me, I made sure he could see me swallow his cum. The look of pure bliss he gave me as I gulped down his thick seed almost made me ready for another round.

• Did you enjoy the service, sir? I asked, still in the role I was playing.
• Very much so, boy. Let us get cleaned up and go to bed, he said as he got up.

It was at this precise moment that reality caught up to me. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t just spend the night here, not the first time at least. He must have seen it in my face, because he stopped immediately in his tracks.

• I guess you can’t spend the night here huh…? He asked, clearly disappointed.
• It’s not that I don’t want to, I gently replied. God knows I would love nothing more than to rest on that big chest of yours. But this our first encounter, and I don’t want to rush into things. Can we just agree to see each other another time?
• I guess I can settle for that, he said with a resolute but satisfied tone. Can we still take that shower though ?
• Yeah, that is not happening! I quickly interjected. You, sir, are a very bad temptation. I’ll take a shower when I get home.

He bursted out laughing as I quickly dressed myself. After I had gathered all my stuff, He gave me a very passionate goodbye kiss, after which I had to remind myself why I chose to leave again, and basically ran out his place.