#be a slvt

[rare-delecto]

It started as admiration.

He was such a nice guy. Smart and creative, a good listener. A good friend.

He respected you, validated your thoughts, asked about your interests, saw you as three dimensional. You caught him looking in your eyes for a long time, and sometimes looking at your body, but you decided it was all in your head.

He was bigger than you. Taller. Not a supermodel. But a man. You liked that.

As you spent more time together, your dreams got weird. You had a recurring dream where you had gotten into debt after a car crash on something, and he helped pay for it, which meant you became his personal property for a year. In the dream you moved into his house with a suitcase full of revealing clothes and told him the skills you could be useful for. It started with you doing his dishes and taxes, but he kept you in the bed at night to warm him, and sometimes in the dream you let him spoon you all night long as his big erection pressed between your ass cheeks, and sometimes you had the explicit job of jerking his cock off a couple times a week to keep him focused. In the dream you gently talked him through it, like it was the most normal thing to jerk off your roommate who temporarily owns you. "It's really big and you feel really hard in my hands." "Does it help if I rub your balls?" "Let me know if there's a place you'd like to cum."

One day, in real life, after a late night at a bar with friends, you made the incredibly stupid mistake of telling him about the dreams. You started with "I work for you in them," which really confused him. He raised an eyebrow as you told him it was a temporary thing, that you were living in his house... it just got worse. "Them? Like, this dream repeats?"

Fuck. You had no good way out of this one.

"Um honestly it's so weird." You pretend to slur a little bit, even though you're not actually that drunk. "in the dream I, like, am your property."

His entire demeanor changed after that. The kindness in his eyes turned into something...else. not something cruel or mean, but something totally focused. Immediately his eyes were all over your body.

"Come to my place tonight." It wasn't a question, and you didn't think about refusing. You went with him, your heart pounding, unable to say much of anything. You sat on his couch and took a hit of weed and he said "What would you do if this was your dream?"

Your pussy was so wet. Your were struggling to think.

You'd never actually sucked his dick in your dreams, but you didn't think he'd be mad if you lied about that. You needed to take this opportunity while you could.

You kneeled on his carpet and stared up at his crotch. A thick rod was pressing against the inside of his jeans. You rubbed it with your hand and felt a rush of butterflies and a throbbing in your pussy.

"It's my job to take care of you," you said as you unzipped him and his throbbing member flipped out onto his stomach. "Is that allowed?"

Thank God for cocksucking or you would have had to explain yourself further. The taste of his precum drove you crazy and the pulse of his powerful heartbeat drumming against your lips and tongue made you feel so submissive.

Thoughts pounded into your head, so desperate and so horny that he would have laughed if you'd said them out loud. "Good men need to be taken care of by eager sluts." "I'm just a body for a man to cum on." "God, I'm so lucky."

You were sucking on his balls when you felt them contract. "Oh, god, yes," you said aloud, in a slutty voice you didn't recognize. You pulled back just in time for an eruption of white-hot, sticky cum to strike you on your face. You've never had a facial before, never wanted one, but more shocking words tumbled from your mouth. "You can literally do this anytime. I like it so much. Give it -- oh my god, yes, fuck, that was such a good one. Thank you..."

"Good. Fucking. Slut," he said, in his deep voice.

He stared at you like you were a creature from another universe. You smiled, then rose up and showed off -- crossing your eyes, holding back your hair, sticking out your tongue.

And that's where you are now. A huge drip of cum is tumbling off your tongue. You speak.

"Did you like that, sir?"

[rare-delecto]

You resisted for months. He was so handsome, so tall, so insistent. But you were worried. He had a dominant streak, a tendency to tell you what he wanted and then expect you to do it. And you wished you didn't, but you liked it.

What was the moment it changed? Well, you really wished it was when he took you to Italy or when he kissed you under the streetlamp or something...

But it was the cock. Tasting it on your knees. He was so convincing, but the second you saw it you didn't need logic anymore. Seven and a half inches, thick, dribbling precum.

"We just..." You tried to speak as your tongue massaged his shaft. You pulled away. "We can't date. You're too..."

"Powerful?" he asked, laughing. Your girly little pussy gushed.

"I was gonna say 'pushy,'" you said, and you took him deep in your throat.

"Hm," he said. "I'm curious. You're not stopping me now as I start to slide in and out. You're not doing anything. Looks like if I try to make you the happiest girl on earth and turn you into my desperate little cockslut, you're not going to do anything at all. Are you?"

You shook your head, feeling the massive shaft utterly fill your mouth.

[rare-delecto]

It seems so silly to resist men admiring you.

For all of human history, men have been drooling over bodies like yours. When they make statues, they have perky tits and delicious curves like you.

Everyone wants to have an influence. Is it so wrong if yours is making men's cocks hard when they see you in public, or making them spurt hot cum as they jack off looking at pictures of you?

After all, your body wants to be looked at. It wants to be desired. It wants to be touched.  Sometimes when you're getting plowed, you get so horny thinking about how sexy you look and how lucky he is to have a fuckable slut like you to juice. When you're super horny, you imagine yourself being community property, getting passed around from man to man with no expectation of anything but being pretty and getting railed until you drool. You moan as you imagine rough hands grabbing your ass cheeks and a huge dick stretching out your tight little pussy.

What would be wrong with that? Everybody would feel good. And isn't that what girls are good for? Making people feel good?

The more you think about it, the weirder it feels to not dress and act like a slut. You want to smile at men when you catch them looking at you. You want to subtly bend over or accidentally brush against them. You want to post revealing pictures so that even men you'd never date are stroking their cocks wishing they could have you. And most of all, when handsome men want anything from you, you want to smile and say "Yes."

It's the easiest way you know of making the world a better place.