Slut School 2

This is the sequel to ‘Slut School 1’

Here I was, dressed in my fuck-me clothes, walking into a crowded bar, which Julia tells me is a pick-up joint. My husband, Ralph, had a firm grip of my arm. Was he worried that I might chicken out? Even a week ago I would not have dared to be seen in public dressed like this.

I was wearing bright red high heels, my legs were bare, my shorts were so tight that you could see the shape of my pussy – Julia tells me that that is called a camel toe – and my top was a singlet with extra large armholes, which meant that from the side you could see my bare breasts, almost all the way to my areolae.

Ralph wanted me to become a slut, and he had employed Julia to train me, although Julia preferred to say that she was trying to release my inner slut. Whatever! My first session with Julia and her two live-in lovers had gone very well – so well that Ralph and I had been fucking like rabbits ever since.

Now I was to experience being hit on by randy males in this pick-up joint. When we got inside Julia and her two lovers, Jules and Jim, were already at the bar, with drinks in front of them. Thank goodness that I knew somebody in this bewildering scene!

After greeting our friends and ordering drinks we stood for a moment chatting. I looked around the room and realised that I was not the only woman dressed provocatively. Short skirts and skimpy tops were pretty common.

Their was huge variety, but, if there was a common theme, it was a lot of bare skin. One woman seemed to be the exception to this rule; she was wearing a full length skirt, but then I saw her move and I realised that her skirt was composed of 4 separate panels which hung together like a normal skirt while she was still but revealed her legs, all the way to her panties when she moved.

The outfit that I admired the most consisted of a tiny pleated skirt and two pasties which were somehow attached to her nipples and covered little more than her nipples. She was barefoot when I spotted her, but there was a pair of high heels lying close by.

Then the band started playing and Jules asked me to dance with him. As we danced he held me very close. He had his hands through the extra-large armholes of my singlet and was rubbing his hands up and down my bare back. He pressed his body against mine.

“Jules? Why is your cock so hard, pressing against me? Am I really that sexy?”

“Rosemary, you are the sexiest woman in the room, without any exaggeration, but also Julia has said that you will be begging Jim and me to fuck you within a few weeks, maybe even sooner, and it was the thought of fucking you that got me so hard.