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25
Convincing the Closeted Slut
When Kristen heard of the new Girls’ Success Committee being funded by Mrs. Davenport at her college, her mind went to such dirty places. It was a program where older girls would mentor a freshman. In fact, Kristen’s best friend had been chosen to be the pilot mentor.
Kirsten snuck off to the girl’s bathroom as inspiration hit her. She thrust her hand into her panties and rubbed at her cunt, imagining her naughty version of the tale. It so inspired her to write in her journal. She hadn’t had a story for two weeks. The last one she had, coincidentally, written about Carter, her big brother, fucking Mrs. Davenport and her twin daughters.
Not that those twin girls she had seen in the mall were actually Mrs. Davenport or that the woman, married to the richest man in town, was a trophy wife slut. But that was the fun of imagining all these dirty stories.
What if Mrs. Davenport really called this the Girls Suck Dick and Titties Committee? thought the naughty girl as she frigged her pussy. And that’s why Natalie was chosen. Mrs. Davenport knows she’s Carter’s girlfriend. After all, she’s been having Carter fuck her married cunt ever since.
This new idea burned in Kristen. This new addition to the naughty universe that (she thought) lived only in her imagination on the pages of her special journal. A world where her mother made porn, where her dad sold sex toys and fucked every woman he could, and where Natalie found it hot that Carter did the same.
Kristen came and was ready to write.
* * *
When Natalie was told she would be the first mentor of the Girls’ Success Committee, she was so thrilled. So when she’s summoned to Ms. Kwon’s office the next day, she’s so eager to learn more about her duties. She’s a buzz of joy.
For the last two weeks, things have been going great for her. She loves thinking about Carter fucking those Davenport twins and their mom all the time. He tells her all about it when he’s fucking her. She hasn’t realized she’s late with her period, that’s how much joy she’s having.
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* * *
Natalie Bishop
I was so eager for this new Committee. It was being funded by Mrs. Davenport. She was a big-time philanthropist and also a major slut that ate out her twin daughters and fucked studs. Like my boyfriend Carter and his dad.
Carter had told me all about their first time that Saturday. It was right after we had finally gotten together after our wild, shared dream where he was an ogre and I was an elven princess. We were just so connected after that.
I found it hot that he fucked the trophy wife.
Carter had slid into my pussy and told me all about it as we made love slowly. I wasn’t a slut to be fucked like a whore like those women. Oh, no, they were skanks. But me… I was a girlfriend. A future wife. My Carter could fuck who he wanted.
So it was exciting that she was doing something that was so pure and good. Mentoring freshmen girls was important, and I was glad I had been chosen. Ms. Kwon, the guidance counselor, had emailed me last night and asked me to come see her tomorrow.
I reached her office and knocked brightly. “It’s me, Ms. Kwon.”
“Enter,” she answered, a wavering note to her voice.
I opened the roof to find Ms. Kwon seated at her desk, her hands clapped tightly before her. She was a gorgeous, Korean woman with her black hair pulled up into a bob. She was just about to turn thirty, a refined and polished woman. She always felt so elegant to me in her reserved blouses and long skirts.
She didn’t dress to show off her body. I appreciated that.
Her face looked so pale. She licked her lips and shifted in her chair. Her eyes flicked to the brunette woman in the tight and expensive dress, a cream hue that fit her curvaceous body like a glove. It had a diamond cutout that showed off the inner slopes of her impressive bosom.
“Mrs. Davenport?” I asked.
She nodded, a smile playing on her lips. Her eyes flicked me up and down. That sent a wicked heat shivering through me. I swallowed. She was such a gorgeous woman. I didn’t know what to say or do as I stood here.
But it was wonderful seeing her in person knowing my boyfriend had fucked her slut-wife cunt.
“Mmm, I’m so glad Carter’s girlfriend is here,” Mrs. Davenport said, her eyes darting to the squirming Ms. Kwon. “She’s just who we need for the Girls Suck Dick and Titties Committee.”
Wait, what did she just say?
“Her boyfriend is a stud,” continued the slutty MILF.
My mind was still struggling to process what she called the committee as Ms. Kwon said, “I don’t know about this, Mrs. Davenport. Your idea…”
“What is going on?” I asked.
“Well, my dear, there are certain women, like myself and my daughters, who are just sluts.” She quivered. “We want nothing more than to fuck and suck and be used for pleasure. We are all whores who often sink our claws into rich men so we can continue our life of wanton fun. Sadly, some of us never learn the skills we need. Never are mentored to embrace this life at a young enough age. We get tricked into going to college to get an actual degree and not just to be gangbanged by frat bros and the football team.”
My cheeks burned at her words.
“Who get tricked into thinking they need to get a career. They don’t embrace their sluttiness, and so they don’t take care of their bodies. Their sexual appetites. They, sadly, let their talents wither. Now, you’re a good girl, Natalie. You’re the type that can recognize those who are bad. Who are sluts. You can find them when they’re freshmen.”
“And mentor them into being sluts?” I asked, still a little confused.
“Exactly,” Mrs. Davenport purred. “That’s exactly what you’ll do. You’ll mentor the little sluts to suck dicks and titties and all other manner of wicked things.”
“Oh, well, I am all for it!” I said, smiling at her. “I’ve started to realize that us good girls have to let our men fuck sluts. It makes the sex even hotter when they come back to us and tell us all about it.”
“Mmm, he’s lucky to have you,” purred Mrs. Davenport.
“He?” Ms. Kwon asked. Then she shook her head. “No, no, no, this is going too far. Your donation is very generous, and the trust you’ll set up will help out so much, but this… cost is too high.”
“Natalie,” Mrs. Davenport said as she strode to the door, “convince her. I’m late for a stag party.”
And like that, Mrs. Davenport was gone, leaving me along with Ms. Kwon and no idea how to get the uptight woman to understand. Was she a good girl, or a slut that had never blossomed? I studied the guidance counselor.
“You don’t think this is a good idea at all?” I asked her, wanting to gauge her reaction.
Color blossomed across her cheeks. “Of course not. Girls might go wild on their own, but to encourage them to…”
“Did you ever go wild?”
The teacher shook her head and bit her lower lip. Was that regret? Was she one of those girls who should have gone wild but had been tricked by society to get her degree and get a job and end up as a lowly paid guidance counselor? She was a beautiful woman. She could have been in porn, making so much money. Have an OnlyFans account.
I needed backup. I pulled out my phone and sent my boyfriend a text.
“So, what’s the big deal, Ms. Kwon?” I asked her. “There are girls that are just whores for real men to fuck. Sluts who do porn and star in movies and strip in clubs. They’re not marriage material. They’re gold-diggers. Trophy wives. Sluts who go wild in Cancun on Spring Break or in New Orleans on Mardi Gras. We need to mold these wild girls so they can be ready to show their tits for a few shells on a necklace. Ready them for their future of whoredom instead of motherhood.”
“You can’t mean that,” gasped Ms. Kwon. “Natalie, that’s insane. That’s not what women should be like. That’s a step back. A giant step back.”
I smiled at her. “Have you ever gone wild, Ms. Kwon?”
“No!”
“I didn’t think so. You’re all so buttoned up. You’re not a good girl like me at all, are you?”
“You can’t speak to me like that,” she gasped. “You’re a student.”
“Of course, I can,” I said with complete confidence. “I’m a good girl, not a slut like you!”
* * *
Carter reads that text and knows that Ms. Kwon needs a good fucking.
Natalie wouldn’t have called for him if it wasn’t true. He trusts his girlfriend. She’s the love of his life. He’s going to marry her and fuck sluts on the side. Maybe share them with his amazing wife. And it looks like their first threesome was at hand.
Carter’s learned a lot from our Dad over the last two weeks. How to identify a slut and get her to spread her thighs for a real man. He has a swagger that he didn’t before. He was a nerd, yes, but a nerd who was also a man.
Now it’s time to put it to use. He reaches the guidance counselor’s office and hears his girlfriend’s words as he opens the door. “I’m a good girl, not a slut like you.”
Carter couldn’t fail. Not with Natalie present.
* * *
Carter Miller
I opened the door as Ms. Kwon hissed, “I am not a slut!”
“You sure about that?” I asked as I closed the door behind me. She was so buttoned up. A Korean beauty with a tight skirt and sweater on. It’s modest on the outside, but it’s subtly showing off the roundness of her breasts and the curve of her hips.
“Yes!” she hissed as I moved around the desk, Natalie beaming at me encouragingly. She was so ready to see me make a slut of Ms. Kwon. “I would never be a slut who just fucks men at the drop of a hat.”
“Mmm, you don’t?” I asked and picked up her phone. I swiped the screen then held it up to her face. The camera saw her and unlocked it for me. “Oh, my, is that… Tinder? Do you hook up on a dating app, Ms. Kwon? Do you swipe right on a strange guy, go to his house, and fuck him?”
“Well… I… Dating is so hard.” She squirmed there while I opened her Tinder profile. She had hundreds of swipes. Lots of men were interested.
“My, my, my, almost a different man every night,” I said. “Do you just go on dates, or do you go back to their place to let them rail you.”
“I mean…” She squirmed.