A Cum Sluts Tale - Part 4...The Slut Cottaging Again Last time I told you about being raped in a park toilet, and not enjoying it at all. This is another cottaging experience, with John again. This time it was very enjoyable. Nothing extreme, but one of the nicest sexual encounters I had with strangers. Once again everything is true, no embroidery or fiction. By now I had a car of my own. It was a fine Summer evening when I arrived at John's house. We had arranged to go cottaging, and I was excited. We drove to the underground cottage I mentioned in Part 2. We walked down the stairs but the place was empty. I was always very nervous. John knew this and wanted to sooth my nerves, or take my mind off them at least. I stood at a urinal. He stood next to me chatting and reminding me of the fun we had there before. Minutes ticked by. I suggested we moved on. In case a Cottage was being 'watched' I never liked to hang about too long. John told me to wait a little longer. He had just finished speaking when a very handsome man in his thirties walked in. He stood to my left, and got his cock out. I carefully peeked at it and was happy to see it was erect and he was wanking it gently. I slowly moved my left hand to my side, and opened my fingers invitingly. He took my hand and placed it on his dick. John moved to the bottom of the stairs to keep watch. I needed no encouragement, dropped to a squatting position, and kissed the tip of the stranger's cock. Sensuously I took it in my mouth and sucked it, my tongue swirling around the shaft. From his moans I could tell he appreciated my skills. I had placed myself in a position so John could see all that was happening. After a minute or so, the guy pulled his cock away, lifted me up and started to suck my cock. I loved it. This went on for some time, swapping positions. I was working very hard now, trying to get his spunk, sucking like mad when someone started to come down the stairs. Before he appeared both of us were back at our urinals, but to my utter disappointment my guy zipped up and left. Damn. John and I left soon after that. I was all for giving up and going back to his place, but John wanted to try somewhere else. We drove to another Cottage, some way away. By now it was dusk. We walked in and there at a urinal was my guy again. We looked at each other and smiled. Within seconds we were back to sucking each other. I really thought I would get his spunk this time, but no, he would stop before he came, and switch. By now I was finding this very frustrating. Someone came in. We disengaged, returned to our urinals and checked the new guy out. I was all hot and flustered and decided my guy just was not interested in filling my mouth with the protein I craved for, so I walked out. I stood just by the entrance, concealed from street view, and waited for John. A minute or so passed when the guy I had been sucking walked up behind me, put his arms around my waist, slid his hands up underneath my shirt and caressed my nipples. His hips were gyrating against my bottom and at last the penny dropped. He wanted to fuck my naughty arse, not cum in my mouth. I remember sighing and resting my head on his shoulder as he played with me, then he turned me around, kissed me on my lips and took my hand. It was just so incredibly sexy, walking back into the dark cottage, hand in hand. John and the other guy turned to watch us. One last time I dropped to my knees and sucked my handsome stranger, just to make sure he was hard and ready. Then I walked over to a wall, dropped my trousers, and bent forward. My hands were on the cold bricks, supporting me, and my arse sticking out. I wiggled it invitingly. He came in close. I guided his cock tip to my love hole, and he pushed. I was still very tight, and for a few agonising moments I thought he would not get in. Then it happened, the familiar pop, a stab of pain, and the delightful feeling as he slid into me, all the way. His arms were around me, and he began to play with my tits as he began to fuck me. Long, hard strokes that had me moaning and squirming. I rotated my hips and tried to match his thrusts. This was my kind of heaven, especially having an audience. Then he pulled out .. I was so empty ... then he did something I had not experienced before. He started to stab me with his cock. All the way out, pause for a second, then all the way in. In some ways it was almost painfully uncomfortable, but I loved it. That went on for a minute or two. At last he got down to fucking me with determination which I knew would result in him shooting his load soon. He was also kissing my back and neck ... what a joy. DAMN .. someone else was coming in. My guy pulled out and moved way. I tried to pull up my trousers but realised whoever had just come in would have seen what was happening. John almost shouted "Its OK, I know him". Without a seconds hesitation I almost ran over to the wall, dropped my trousers and presented again for my new lover. I was rewarded by feeling his cock slide into me, to the balls. He fucked me then for at least 10 minutes. I could see the other men watching. The latest guy had his cock out and John was standing behind him wanking it slowly. My lover was shagging my expertly, sometimes slowly, often hard and fast, but all good things come to an end. He let out a groan and shot his sperm inside me ... I could feel the spunk as each strong full jet coated my insides, it felt so good. He pulled out and I took a few faltering steps, dropped down in front of the guy John was wanking, took his cock into my mouth and sucked it. Seconds later I got my second reward ... a mouth full of sperm. I remember swallowing it as I felt spunk dribbling from my arse and down my legs. I looked up at John, he was proud of me, and I knew I would begetting his load too as soon as we got back to his place. I was not disappointed. As soon as we got to his house he stripped me, lifted my legs over his shoulders, mounted and shagged me. We did not need lube, my arse was still full of the stranger's spunk. John's cock was rock hard. I looked up lovingly into his eyes as he pounded my hole, both of us remembering my wicked sexual performance earlier. From time to time he would stop fucking, lower his head and kiss me. Then he would pound me again. I lay there, my fingers playing with my nipples, wiggling and thrusting my hips until I saw his face contort with pleasure, heard him sigh with satisfaction, and received my third load of sperm that day. There was a sequel to this the following afternoon. I had slept very well, totallycontented. Fucked by my wonderful stranger, a mouthful from a second, and satisfying John afterwards. I woke up and that warm glow still suffused my body. I just kept thinking about it all day, and eventually felt so sexy I just had to go back to that Cottage. It was mid afternoon. I walked in and who should be there but the guy who had watched me being shagged and who I had sucked off. He smiled and beckoned me to follow him. He walked out and around to the back of the building. It was out of sight of prying eyes. He said that watching me get fucked, and hearing my moans of passion had been the sexiest thing he had ever seen. I do love praise LOL. He then looked at me very seriously and asked if he could fuck me there and then. Asking me, how sweet. I just nodded, undid my trousers and pulled my pants down. I turned around, stuck my willing bottom out and pressed myself against the cool brick wall. I remember it all so well ... the feel of the wall, the sun shining, birds singing, and of course that wonderful feeling as his cock slid inside me. I was thinking to myself .. here I am, a total Slut, being fucked by an admirer who had shot his load down my throat just a day before. It did not last very long, perhaps five minutes. Long, nice thrusts ... quite fast and very determined. I really wanted to please my fan so I matched his thrusts with my hips, wiggled my bottom, and from time to time tried my best to squeeze his cock with my arse muscles as he took me. Then at last he moaned and shot a load up my arse. We dressed, parted and I never saw him again. You know what a Slut I am by now. I tried to keep his cum inside me, drove home, and rushed into the loo. I dropped my pants and could see some sperm had escaped, but I wasnt sure how much. I squatted on the toilet and squeezed the sperm out into the bowl. It must have been a very big load indeed. Long streaks of spunk floated in the water, testimony to my recent and really appreciated shag. As I gazed down at the sperm I realised I had a hard on. I wanked and came into my hand, lifted it to my lips and devoured my own sperm whilst gazing at the spunk that had so recently filled my whore-arse. The other sequel I will tell you about another time ... how I met up again with the handsome man who had led me back into the Cottage hand in hand, and had a wonderful sex session with him and his very well endowed partner. In Part 5 I wil tell you how I discovered that sperm was not the only hot liquid a Slut has to learn to handle from a determined cock, if she does not want to drown. If you like my stories and want to encourage me to write more then drop me an email via link at /authorsp.html - Paul-Torbay