I shared messages with several men I met here. I'd told them about my fantasies and ideas for roleplays. One of those men was more encouraging and understanding of the things I spoke about so I confessed to him, that this was what I wanted in real life. I wanted to find someone who could guide me and advise me, effectively train me to be a slut. This has become a major part of my life now, he assigns me tasks and I learn from them. This is one of my tasks. I will add to this during the time I'm in training.
My Confessions
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In order to tailor a training program for me, I was required to provide the trainer with a complete personal and intimate report. All was relevant to him. Many of my initial challenges were written assignments. I look back now remembering how difficult it seemed at the time, but it all sounds quite practical and logical now.
Assignment: Write about your sluttiest fantasy. Give as much detail as you can so you can enjoy that memory and embrace that feeling.
It begins in a scenario where I find myself on one of my long country drives. It's late afternoon when my car engine suddenly cuts out, I manage to drift off the road, stopping on the side. My first instinct is to call someone, somewhere for help, but I can't get any mobile reception out here. I turn on my hazard lights and though I have no clue about mechanics I get out and open the bonnet. I look both ways on the road, hoping to see a car approaching, but its really getting dark before I finally see a set of headlights coming towards me. I wave my arms as they approach, and I'm relieved when the car slows down and parks behind me.
Two men get out and ask me in a friendly tone if they can be of any help. I smile at them gratefully and explain that I don't know, my car just stopped running. One of them takes a torch and begins tampering with the car's engine, the other man comes over and stands next to me. I'm shocked and gasp softly when I feel his hand start rubbing my arse. I look at him, he shakes his head and with his free hand puts a finger to his lips and whispers, shhhhh. His firm hand explores the shape of my arse, occasionally his finger flicks against me. I'm dizzy with a sudden rush of arousal, I know I should stop him but I feel frozen to the spot.
His fingers begin to gather the fabric of my summer dress, pulling it higher, until the back of my legs are exposed to the cool air. He hooks a finger into my underwear and begins to edge it downwards. My heart is beating so fast, but I'm still not moving, not stopping him. He coaxes my underwear down below my thighs then calls out to his friend. I'm mortified when his friend sees what I've let happen, but I remain silent. Before I can think of anything to say or do I have both mens hands on me. Under my dress, helping me step out of my underwear, unbuttoning the front of my dress, pushing up my bra, baring my tits to them.
Shame courses through me, but I'm still doing nothing to stop them molesting me. With growing awareness of every touch, I realise I'm not stopping them because I like how it feels, my body's responding to them, reacting to this sexual assault.
That's the first half. Please let me know if you'd like me to continue and post the conclusion.
Assignment: Write about your sluttiest fantasy. Give as much detail as you can so you can enjoy that memory and embrace that feeling.
It begins in a scenario where I find myself on one of my long country drives. It's late afternoon when my car engine suddenly cuts out, I manage to drift off the road, stopping on the side. My first instinct is to call someone, somewhere for help, but I can't get any mobile reception out here. I turn on my hazard lights and though I have no clue about mechanics I get out and open the bonnet. I look both ways on the road, hoping to see a car approaching, but its really getting dark before I finally see a set of headlights coming towards me. I wave my arms as they approach, and I'm relieved when the car slows down and parks behind me.
Two men get out and ask me in a friendly tone if they can be of any help. I smile at them gratefully and explain that I don't know, my car just stopped running. One of them takes a torch and begins tampering with the car's engine, the other man comes over and stands next to me. I'm shocked and gasp softly when I feel his hand start rubbing my arse. I look at him, he shakes his head and with his free hand puts a finger to his lips and whispers, shhhhh. His firm hand explores the shape of my arse, occasionally his finger flicks against me. I'm dizzy with a sudden rush of arousal, I know I should stop him but I feel frozen to the spot.
His fingers begin to gather the fabric of my summer dress, pulling it higher, until the back of my legs are exposed to the cool air. He hooks a finger into my underwear and begins to edge it downwards. My heart is beating so fast, but I'm still not moving, not stopping him. He coaxes my underwear down below my thighs then calls out to his friend. I'm mortified when his friend sees what I've let happen, but I remain silent. Before I can think of anything to say or do I have both mens hands on me. Under my dress, helping me step out of my underwear, unbuttoning the front of my dress, pushing up my bra, baring my tits to them.
Shame courses through me, but I'm still doing nothing to stop them molesting me. With growing awareness of every touch, I realise I'm not stopping them because I like how it feels, my body's responding to them, reacting to this sexual assault.
That's the first half. Please let me know if you'd like me to continue and post the conclusion.
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I'm glad you enjoyed, it's always my aim to please. I'll post part two tomorrow.
I think it's hot your getting trained to be a slut and have assignments. I'm going to help you be a great slut. And give you my cock and play with you in different ways and positions so your well versed in pleasure giving and receiving
Please finish I'm in suspense
I appreciate your comments. They're very encouraging to read.
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This is part two of my fantasy assignment:
One of them asks me if I want to get in the back of their car. I finally move, but it's just my head, nodding, consenting to this violation. I'm grateful they both help me to the car because my legs have grown weak as my arousal builds and heightens. I'm laid down on the back seat, and I have a brief flicker of the reality I'm in, this is really happening, and suddenly my legs are pushed wide and I cry out with pleasure when I feel the first man on top of me, his cock hard, sliding into my wet, welcoming hole. The car door behind my head is opened and the other man guides my hands onto his cock, and I'm too overwhelmed with lust by now to even consider my complaint and slutty behaviour as I begin to stroke the stiff cock offered to me. I'm fucked by the first man until he empties his cum into me, and then they swap. I'm being shared. Degraded, used and shared. The thought of this is too much for me and I cum, my body shakes and the sounds of my groans are loud. I feel hands on my tits, squeezing, my nipples pulled hard and the second cock is driven into me. I quickly cum again as my hole is pounded and hands continually grab at me, his cock filling me deeply with each thrust, I'm being treated and used like an object for them to stick their cocks into, within minutes he climaxes, my belly feeling the hot, heaviness of two mens cum inside me.
Moments later I'm helped up and to my feet, I pull down my bra and rebutton my dress. My eyes are cast downwards. I'm embarrassed, devastated and ashamed before the two men. But they say nothing. One of them goes back to my car and a in minute or two he's closing the bonnet, and says to me "It was just a loose spark plug. I'm keeping your panties."
They drive away, I'm trembling as I move back to my car, I feel cum leaking from me, running down my leg and a fresh wave of shame floods through me. They've finished with me now, used me and emptied themselves into me and gone. I've provided them with what they wanted, I was just a receptacle for them.
It's almost two hours before I'm home again. I begin to replay the events of my evening, remembering how it made me feel physically but even more how it fucked my mind with unknown pleasures. Before I think about what I'm doing I'm masturbating, playing with my tits, feeling where their rough hands tormented my soft tender flesh. I feel their cum has dried on my skin, and then I come, so hard.
The shame in me subsides and evolves as I realise that what has happened to me was a revelation.
One of them asks me if I want to get in the back of their car. I finally move, but it's just my head, nodding, consenting to this violation. I'm grateful they both help me to the car because my legs have grown weak as my arousal builds and heightens. I'm laid down on the back seat, and I have a brief flicker of the reality I'm in, this is really happening, and suddenly my legs are pushed wide and I cry out with pleasure when I feel the first man on top of me, his cock hard, sliding into my wet, welcoming hole. The car door behind my head is opened and the other man guides my hands onto his cock, and I'm too overwhelmed with lust by now to even consider my complaint and slutty behaviour as I begin to stroke the stiff cock offered to me. I'm fucked by the first man until he empties his cum into me, and then they swap. I'm being shared. Degraded, used and shared. The thought of this is too much for me and I cum, my body shakes and the sounds of my groans are loud. I feel hands on my tits, squeezing, my nipples pulled hard and the second cock is driven into me. I quickly cum again as my hole is pounded and hands continually grab at me, his cock filling me deeply with each thrust, I'm being treated and used like an object for them to stick their cocks into, within minutes he climaxes, my belly feeling the hot, heaviness of two mens cum inside me.
Moments later I'm helped up and to my feet, I pull down my bra and rebutton my dress. My eyes are cast downwards. I'm embarrassed, devastated and ashamed before the two men. But they say nothing. One of them goes back to my car and a in minute or two he's closing the bonnet, and says to me "It was just a loose spark plug. I'm keeping your panties."
They drive away, I'm trembling as I move back to my car, I feel cum leaking from me, running down my leg and a fresh wave of shame floods through me. They've finished with me now, used me and emptied themselves into me and gone. I've provided them with what they wanted, I was just a receptacle for them.
It's almost two hours before I'm home again. I begin to replay the events of my evening, remembering how it made me feel physically but even more how it fucked my mind with unknown pleasures. Before I think about what I'm doing I'm masturbating, playing with my tits, feeling where their rough hands tormented my soft tender flesh. I feel their cum has dried on my skin, and then I come, so hard.
The shame in me subsides and evolves as I realise that what has happened to me was a revelation.
That was Hot! What a naughty girl
Entirely my intention and completely my eventuality.
What a fantasy!! So hot! I am sure you will be a good slut! I would be extremely happy to contribute to the training progress
It's very encouraging and reassuring to read your comments, I'm very grateful you left a message. Thank youWhat a fantasy!! So hot! I am sure you will be a good slut! I would be extremely happy to contribute to the training progress
Love reading the story. You have such a way with words. Glad I can contribute to your training
I'm genuinely motivated by approving messages like yours. Thank you so much for taking some time to post your comment.
Very erotic story. Such great reveal. And you revel in the horny eortic side. Let your primal urges take hold of you. And to be the toy of lust for me. To release their animal sides. To be the beasts of mating season.
My absolute pleasure
Thank you for reading my entries here, your comments ensure my focus remains steadfast.