How I Married a Happy Slut Pt. 01

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This story is about an amazing woman who loved being the slut. You wouldn’t know it to look at her, normally dressed proper with a little sex appeal, but away from prying eyes she turns into a full-on slut that will take your breath away. This is her story and mine on how it all came to be.

How I Married a Happy Slut

Part One

The place and the people

(Not much sex in this part just laying the groundwork: The people and places for readers to understand the story)

Let me start by giving you all the pertinent information you will need to follow this story. This occurred in a town like thousands of others, and anyone raised in the east or Midwest of this country would recognize this place, just a town so small we couldn’t afford a traffic light if we had enough traffic to warrant one. The center of town, well a gas station, a hardware store, a small supermarket, a pharmacy that was also the local lunch counter, a fire station and police station combined in the town municipal building, and of course a train station…wooden building and loading ramps just like you see in the movies. One police car and one policeman, a drabby looking bank, and the town mortician and doctor ran their business’s out of the front of their three-story homes. What else do you need to have a town? (Oh yes, we had two bars) There was another town a couple miles down the road if you wanted things like a school or movie theater, and all you had to do was walk the tracks to get there.

We would have been the area’s population center if you counted the cows and horses and let’s not even get started on the amount of corn. The one thing small agricultural towns grow are naturally beautiful girls, and I don’t mean cute, I mean fucking beautiful. When you hear about the “Girl Next Door” or “Farm Girls”, it’s all true. They wore jeans and flannel 95% of the time, but for church and maybe a school dance you could see them in a dress. These girls worked at home just like the boys did and not a fat one in the bunch, perfectly toned bodies that come from honest work.

Now every small town has a business that does something you would never think about at first. The most popular ones are a terry mill or knitting mill, but there are many others as well. Back before shipping items was an easy thing, some things were made and packaged locally. We had three breweries in our local area, a place that made fish sticks, a well-known brand mustard plant, and our town had a place that made the rubber soles for shoes and sneakers. It was far outside of town due to the smell when they cleaned the machinery, but for country people it wasn’t too far of a walk. And that is where this story takes place, in an old dirty rubber sole making plant.

Of course, our small town doesn’t have the population to staff a working factory with most of them being farmers, so people from six towns around worked there, and that’s where you went for a summer job if you didn’t want farm work. I had spent a few summers being a laborer there and wasn’t a stranger to the place. Most of my schoolmates left school after the eighth grade to join their fathers on the farm, and I stayed in school until the end of tenth grade. Our school offered GED’s to everybody that left before graduation, and I got mine before leaving.

Now before you get the idea this is a town of stupid people, let me relieve you of that thought. These people are super intelligent when it comes down to it. These people deal with a wide variety of problems that would stump a city boy every day of their lives. They build what they need, they come up with unique ways of repairing things to use them long beyond the normal usable life, and we weren’t isolated. Just 40 miles from Philadelphia, just an hour outside of NYC, and 40 minutes from the Amish area, we had it all. We would skip school and go to Broad St and RT. 1 in Philly, just hoping to get picked from the crowd of kids that assemble every morning. It was Joe Frazier’s gym and if he picked you, you were in for a hard day of work, but the lessons you could learn down there plus you just spent the day with Joe, and maybe he remembered your name.

Or, if you saved your money, you could hop a bus to Manhattan and see a Broadway show, or just learn about life below 50th street. We had it all and there was nobody to stop us from sampling the world at our fingertips. And if you think we were naïve, well let me tell you. Each one of us learned the full birds and bees’ story in those cornfields at the hands of an older girl when we were 12 or 13, and yet, no unwanted pregnancies in our town. Why you may ask…farm girls know how to count and how to say no. But if you were nice and respectful to a girl, she’d let you know when and you wouldn’t be disappointed.

Sex wasn’t something that was hidden, I mean how could you hide it when you walk through town and see something trying to have sex with something else, and not always the combination you would think of. But any young girl seeing a farm animal in a difficult birth learns early on not istanbul travesti to get pregnant indiscriminately. They also are not afraid to experiment as sex isn’t a taboo subject, and they enjoy it as much as us guys do. And at the same time, it was not unusual for teenagers to strip and go swimming on a hot afternoon or girls to act casual about partial nakedness in public, let’s face it…sometimes you get things on your clothes that you don’t like, and you just strip them off and get changed no matter who was watching.

Now let me tell you something all country girls know, and that’s how to catch the eye of a man with clothes, walk, smile, and body movements. Every cowgirl outfit with skirt is just short enough to be able to see the front of her thigh when she sits, that spot on the back of the thigh where the muscle and tendon attach around three inches above the knee, the way it hangs off her hips, and the way it moves when she does, and that’s not even to mention the way they can sport a pair of tight blue jeans. They are keenly aware you’re looking at them especially when you think they are not. They learn young and by the time you meet them, they have had years honing their abilities.

Alright then, now you know the place and the culture and it’s time to meet the people. This woman’s name is Rhonda, but everyone called her Roni, and she is beautiful in every way you can measure. She works as the right hand of the owner of the shoe factory and spends days between the office and out in the floor running the place, and just oozes sex appeal. I was seventeen and she was twenty and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, and she well knew it. Like most young women in a town like this she enjoyed teasing teenage guys to see how far she could go before embarrassing them and she was very good at that.

But it wasn’t just me, she would smile and engage in innuendo with a group of twenty something guys that worked at the plant also. The way she dressed, the way she walked, even the way she would do her work was sexually enticing to me and I vowed I was going to get my chance with her. She would position herself so I could see down her open blouse when showing me paperwork, or purposely stand too close when trying to read a schedule over my shoulder and stuff like that, just to see how I would react. I was seventeen, how do you think I reacted, it enamored me even more. I knew nothing about her private life and was unaware at the time that I was playing with white hot fire.

I got very friendly with her, and she became more flirtatious with me to the point of me elevating the bar each time we interacted, and she responded well flashing me and making lewd comments, so I decided to take my shot. I knew full well from nature that you don’t need to be the biggest cock bird in the yard, most times all you need is to act the part so that’s what I did.

“Roni, what do you have planned this weekend?”

“Not anything specific Jack, what’s on your mind?”

“Well, now you’re busy Saturday night so keep it open.”

“Oh, just like that I’m busy on Saturday. Don’t I get a say in this plan at all?”

“No, you’re going out with me.”

“Just like that, I’m going out with you. What if I need to wash my hair or go see a girlfriend?”

“Make sure you do all that Friday or Sunday. Saturday you’ll be with me.”

“And what would we be doing on Saturday?”

“You just let me worry about that, just make yourself available.”

“Well big man, what would you have me wear for this get together.”

“I trust you can put together and outfit that I would like.”

“And if I don’t want to go out on Saturday, what then?”

I mustered all the bravado I could and looked her straight in the eyes.

“That is why I didn’t ask you girl. Just do as I told you and you’ll have a good time.”

She walked up to me in a very commanding strut and stood toe to toe with me.

“If I go out with you, you had better be prepared. I don’t like being disappointed or left wanting.”

I put my hands on her waist, turned her around and put her between me and the shelving behind her. Pressing my body against hers and undoing the top three buttons of her blouse, I fondled her best through her white lacy bra.

“I always play to please baby.”

As I withdrew, she opened two more buttons and released one of her tits and pulled my lips to the nipple.

“You don’t get to squeeze a woman’s tit and walk away without giving her sample of what is to come, so suck on this for a while.”

I dove right in suckling on her breast as if it had life giving milk for me. She sighed and gave a soft moan before pushing me off and redressing herself.

“Make sure you have that face well shaved, I don’t like stubble, anywhere.”

She just walked away shaking that ass in a way only she could, keeping my eyes glued to her until she was out of site. There I was at seventeen and about to experience a real woman and not just a girl from a local farm. Most girls my age were already dating the guys they would travesti istanbul marry, and here Roni was not worrying about nabbing a husband but playing the field, and it was my turn next. I had three days to plan and upgrade my game, if guys of my age have game, and I knew I wouldn’t get another shot if I crashed and burned. I needed a new plan and not a plan for a farm girl, one that would keep the interest of this woman. I needed help.

The next few days were different than anything in my life up until that point. I kept up my “Confident Man” persona with Roni and even made some advances. She would come down to my work area and I would place my hand on her back and work it down to her ass as we talked, or I would place myself in front of her, so she had to push up against me. One time she was wearing an A-Line skirt and with my hand on her ass I bunched up the material raising it above her cheeks and allowing me to caress her bare skin around her satin panties.

“Be careful there Jack, don’t start something you won’t finish right here and right now.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean Roni?”

“It means if you work yourself inside my panties, you’d better he prepared to bend me over and fuck me right here if you continue. Is that clear enough for you?”

In that moment I was mortified and didn’t know what to say or do. In my moment of indecision, she walked five steps away removed her panties and threw them to me.

“You just think about that baby, and we’ll be just fine.”

“And what am I supposed to do with these?”

“You can put them back on me once you fill me with your cum.”

“Won’t you need them for the rest of the day?”

“Oh Honey, I’ve gone without panties on many days, this will just he one more in a long line of them.”

“Well, then I’ll have to check daily.”

“Just don’t go looking for answers you don’t want there stud.”

It was becoming evident to me that Roni wasn’t the woman I thought her to be, but it’s not like I thought she was a virgin or anything. Why would I care how many men she fucked before as long as she was going to fuck me? What I didn’t know was I was going to get an education beyond anything I had ever thought or dreamed of.

The next day I only saw her early in the morning and I was getting curious why she didn’t make her regular rounds to check on every department each day, so I went looking for her with the excuse that I needed clarification on a job schedule. Papers in hand I went to the office area of the plant and found she was not at her desk at mid-morning, so I continued to look for her. As I ventured further back in the office portion, I heard noises that I couldn’t quite make out.

I caught a view through the partially closed door of the plant managers office and the sight sent chills down my spine. There stood Roni totally naked and hands bound behind her back, bent at the waist with legs spread sucking the cock of the plant manager and the owner fucking her from behind. She couldn’t talk but you could tell from her noises that she was enjoying the double assault on her body as the owner thrust powerfully in and out of her pussy. Just as he took his last stroke in her now well used pussy he pulled out and shot stream after stream of cum all over her back and ass. The plant manager then forced her to sit on her heels, bent her head back and coated her face and chest with his cum. She turned to the owner and took his cock greedily into her mouth and sucked on him like a child with a lollipop.

“Oh Roni, you are such a good slut, what would we do without you?”

“As long as you keep giving me a good fucking like that, you’ll never have to worry about answering that question Sir.”

She sat there on the floor scooping the cum from her face and breasts and eating it like it was a treat.

“Look at that Boss, not only a good slut but a cum loving one too.”

“You boys know I love eating cum, that’s no secret.”

“Well, why don’t you grab your clothes and go get cleaned up? We will get together to sample your other talents later this afternoon.”

“Sounds good boss, I wouldn’t want to have my other parts neglected.”

“Oh, we won’t let them go to waste or get lonely Roni.”

She collected her clothing from the floor and started walking towards me, so I hid under an unused desk to hide. As she approached, she stopped and looked right at me to speak.

“Follow me.”

She walked down a hall and into the bathroom where I followed and stopped at the door watching her stand naked at the sink cleaning herself up.

“Well come in instead of peeking in the ladies’ room from the hallway.”

I walked in and braced myself against the door not knowing what was going to happen next. She came over and dropped my pants to my ankles and started aggressively sucking my cock. She was giving me the roughest and best blow job I ever had up until that point in my life, and made me blow in record time, sucking up every drop of cum I expelled. I stood there resting as my body lightly quaked istanbul travestileri and I tried to recover from what just took place.

“Did you like what you saw out there?”

“What…?”

“Did you like watching me getting fucked in the office? You sure were fucking hard once I got you in here.”

“Well, it was hot but…”

“Hot but what? Come on Jack, spit it out.”

“Well, you were just doing it out in the open with more than one guy. Anybody could have come by and see you.”

“And do you think a girl should only fuck in private behind closed doors?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Then did you think I didn’t fuck other Men?”

“No, I didn’t think that either.”

“Then what are you saying? Come over here and listen to me Jack.”

I walked over to the sink where she was still wiping the cum off yet face and tits.

“Look Jack, I discovered a long time ago that I love cock and everything having to do with cock. I love to have it in my mouth making the man feel good, I love the taste of the man’s cum and it spurting into my mouth, and I love the feeling of a cock ramming in and out of me, fucking me for as long as it can. I love to fuck, and I’ve found that just one man can’t keep up with my needs. I particularly love young cocks like yours because they can fuck up to five times a night and deliver a lot of cum. I mean just look at you, I Just sucked you off and you’re getting hard already. Help me clean this cum off my back and ass and I’ll take care of that again for you.”

I didn’t know what to say or do so I Just did as she asked and helped her clean up. She bent over the sink, and I wiped her up and scrubbed her clean while she talked.

“You know Jack, I’m a slut and I love being one. It allows me to fuck as many men as I want to, anytime I want to. But just because I like to fuck a variety of men doesn’t mean they are the ones I go home with. I could see myself being with someone like you if you can handle my need of other cocks. You’re cute, you’re sweet, and you have a nice cock. Now get behind me and give me some of that cock. Let me feel you deep inside me Jack. Don’t worry about being nice, just fuck me however you want and make me yours for a few minutes.”

At seventeen years old, totally enamored by this woman, after seeing her get fucked and having her tell me how much she likes it, what would you have done? I started pushing in and out of her pussy enjoying every stroke as I pulled all the way out, and gently pushed back in.

“Jack Baby, I’m not one of those farm girls you must worry about hurting or offending. I’m a slut so fuck me like one. Ram your cock inside me so hard that I scream and then beg for more baby.”

Being a young stud ready for sex at the drop of a hat I fucked her with force and abandon, enjoying her body as much as I knew how to.

“That’s…it (grunt) baby. Fuck…my (hmmph) pussy, oh yeah.”

“You just want to be fucked bitch; I’ll show you a good fuck.”

“That’s right Jack, just fuck that pussy as hard as you can. Make me scream with pleasure baby.”

From just recently being fucked, and from cleaning and washing herself up, her pussy was a little bit dry and was starting to cause minor abrasions to my cock, but I didn’t care. I Just kept hammering in and out of her listening to her moan and squeal as I used her pussy as hard as I knew how to. Her head would bounce against the backsplash of the sink from my force, but she didn’t seem to mind, she just kept moaning and groaning and encouraging me to fuck her harder.

“That’s it baby, you’re going to make me cum. Just keep fucking me and spray your cum deep inside of me…give it to me baby.”

When she started Cumming, her pussy grabbed onto my cock in a way no other had in the past. Her muscles were quite a bit stronger than the girls I had fucked before, and she milked every drop of cum I had to give right out of me. In that moment I knew I would do anything, put up with anything, endure anything to be fucking this woman for as long as I could. As I pulled out of her, I looked down and saw her upper body splayed on the sink and counter covered in sweat.

“Oh, that was great baby, let me help clean you up.”

She slithered to the floor and took me into her mouth doing an expert job of cleaning and suckling my cock. When she finished, I looked down at her with her hair and face a mess and disheveled with a drop of cum at the corner of her mouth.

“Get dressed and get out of here before the bosses discover you up here instead of on the floor working. Don’t worry, we’ll talk later now get moving.”

I got dressed and looked back at her before leaving the bathroom, sitting on the floor with a well fucked look upon her face, cum running from between her legs and a sultry smile she gave me as I left. I thought to myself that I had never seen a woman look so damn sexy at any point in my life, and I didn’t care what it took to make her mine, I was going to do it. I went back to work trying to concentrate on what I was doing but it was difficult, not knowing I was falling for this woman in a way that would be problematic at best. But being a young man, I thought I could change everything around me to the way I wanted them to be, and I was about to get taught my first lesson that I was wrong.

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