She Is A Slut

Daylight was already dimming out when I got to Bayleaf. I checked the time and it was 5:47pm. We are at that time of the year when we have shorter days and longer nights.

In about 15 minutes, Sylvester should be done with his shift so I have to hurry.

"Please speed up. The shop is just ahead." I told the cab that I ordered.

Though the man ignored my unreasonable request, 5 minutes after I entered town, I was parked at our florist shop but to my disappointment, the flower pots I was there to pick up were still lying around unloaded.

I looked around in anger but Uncle Alex who does the loading was nowhere to be found.

There were customers in the shop so I knew that the sales girl was busy plus it wasn't her job to upload these pots. It was Uncle Alex's.

Very worried that Uncle Alex's absence was going to ruin my plans, I hurried into the store and demanded for his whereabouts only to be told that he was under the weather and had gone back home earlier than usual.

And nobody thought it was appropriate to call me?

Realizing what this situation could mean, I became agitated and my body started shivering even though nobody could see it. I brought my phone out and called Sylvester's line. He picked on the first ring to my relief.

"Are you here now?" He asked.

"I am in town but something just came up. Uncle Alex is not around so nobody loaded the pots. And you know it takes time. Can you wait for me? Sylvester, please , you have to wait." I started begging him.

"You will have to pay double because waiting means I will be turning in late at the club." He replied.

"Sure. Double. I will pay."

Relief washed over me but I was still a quivering mess down there so I hurried into the store's rest room. I locked the door and flushed the toilet then closed the lid before sitting on it.

After making sure that my butt was on the edge of the lid and there was enough room to spread my legs out, I reclined on the water tank and brought out my phone, earpiece and my 5 inches long plastic pestle. The one Asians use in pounding and grinding spices in those cook shows. I always carry one with me, just in case...

Because I needed to be fast, I went to the gallery on my phone and opened a collection of erotic porn videos that I use for masturbation, picked one and started watching it using my earpiece.

It was a five minutes clip of a very cute French couple having sex.

The woman was facing the wall with her waist shooting out as the man on his knees licked her clits from behind. It was a very difficult position to be but he was able to pull it off because his tongue was long.

As the tip of his tongue skidded over her clits, and she moaned, it was as if I could feel that tongue on me too. I quivered and started rubbing my two middle left hand fingers over my clits gently, following his rhythm. After some time, I became wet enough for my dry pestle to slide in without hurting me down there. I dug my fingers into my Vijay and scooped out my juice. I rubbed the fingers together to feel the slimy juice before spreading it slowly around my vulva. Then I rubbed my clits more until more juice spilled out and I did a second spread. Now my entrance was very ready for more weight so I quickly unwrapped my pestle and gently slid it in after arching my butt up a little bit. I made sure to let it go all the way in with just enough room to hold the tip.

At this point I just wanted a quick relief so that I could finish up and go meet Sylvester, So I used my thumb to fast forward the clip to the middle.

In the middle, the man was on his knee in-between the woman's wide spread legs with his manhood jabbing her.

Her thighs were flung over the man's thighs and he was holding her waist which was hanging in the air.

She balanced her position with her back on the bed.

In this position, she was the one doing all the work and she was moving very fast and moaning loudly.

I love this part so much. The last time I tried this position with Riley, my boyfriend, I nearly went crazy. It was as if his penis grew four inches longer because each time I moved, it went straight to my throat. This was why I liked using this clip for my impromptu masturbation. All I had to do was remember how doing it with Riley made me feel and instantly, I would be in the zone and ready to flip.

Each thrust the woman made had me jerking and groaning as I tried to stifle my whimpers. Following her pace, I started jabbing the pestle into my vagina, hitting the walls and trying to make it go as deep as Riley's dick.

The itchy warmth that always drive me to seeking sex was growing slowly but the moment the pestle located my G-spot and hit it like twice, the warmth surged, went up my spine and exploded inside my head. My body trembled as I forced myself to stay quiet.

After my body relaxed, I cleaned up and returned to the store where the sales girl was now done and almost ready to go home.

I saw her look at me disdainfully but I didn't care.

She has caught me masturbating several times in the toilet. The only way she is saying anything about it is if she is ready to lose her job.

And looks don't kill.

Now outside the store, The sun was completely gone even though it wasn't 6:30pm yet. By now Sylvester should be done with his shift and be waiting for me so I hurriedly opened up the back of the truck and started loading.

Lifting these rustic-red plastic pots isn't for fable hands like mine. I started sweating in no time. And several synonyms of curse words went up for Uncle Alex.

The shop did pretty well today because I was just halfway through and had counted 76 pots when Sylvester suddenly appeared.

"You are not yet done?" He asked, looking worried.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. Just that my pimp has been calling me. He said a client is waiting for me."

"Give me 5 minutes."

He looked around and shook his head. "Are you sure 5 minutes will be enough? There is still a lot."

"I know." I replied then quickly resumed loading the pots.

To my surprise, Sylvester joined me and within 10 minutes we were done loading.

"Thank you." I said to him as I got in my truck.

As usual, we travelled for a bit and after getting to the crossroad that leads to my home, Bayleaf, Agritopia and others depending on which path you take, we branched off to the left of us. It is a dirt road that leads to Agritopia. While the one directly on the same path with Bayleaf leads to Greenfields, which is the name of our farm.

Agritopia, is the biggest, grandest, always bubbling farm town where Sylvester works as a gigolo at night from Thursday to Sunday of every week.

I have known Sylvester all my life. We went to the same school as every kid in Bayleaf and the same college too. He was a very reserved and intelligent orphan living with his grandparents. After school, he started walking at the mall in Bayleaf while everyone was looking into college.

Then one December night, Riley, his sister Sophia and Riley's best friend Dakota, had gone to Agritopia to experience the holiday spirit and we stumbled on the new strip club inside Grand Orchard, which is my favourite treat place.

It was our first time in such a place and we were mesmerized. I remember feeling upset whenever I caught Riley staring at a stripper for too long. I was holding onto him all through the night, making it clear that he was mine.

Then we discovered Sylvester amongst the male strippers. At first I didn't believe it. It was Dakota who helped us confirm it by bringing Sylvester to our table after his performance.

We were all shocked, seeing one of the most brilliant, reserved, well mannered and respected people from our school, doing pole dancing and twerking for women as they tucked money into his jockstraps.

To be candid, stripping is a looked-down-on job but there are people whose body type can only be truly appreciated solely by this job and Sylvester is one of them.

Though his face could be beaten into cute looks, he is not pretty. He is manly and handsome in a rugged way, belying his gentle, soft spoken, sultry voice that is never in a hurry. Especially during sex.

And then, there was that nice bulge. If it could be that big, long and straight while facile, what would happen when it is called to service?

That night, his body, the bulge between his thighs and how his skin glittered from so much sweat was all I could think of. It was the first time in my life when I got attracted to some other guy.

That night, I made Riley make love to me over and over again until he nearly fainted. Yet, I wasn't satisfied. I had to feel the real thing so I visited him at the mall and made a deal with him.

It was the first time I would want a man enough to dare cheat on Riley. I got it really bad for him.

We had issues on where to be meeting and did the first couple of sex in my truck but Uncle Ron started complaining that the car smelt funny. I don't know if it was the sex or something else but flashes of Sylvester's cum, spreading from between my legs onto the car seats haunted me so I told Sylvester's that we needed a change of plan. I suggested his home but he said no because his grandparents didn't know what he was doing for a living.

He told them he was waiting tables.

Then he suggested this location on the way to Agritopia. It's a canyon surrounded by thick bushes and it's the perfect place to hide because it's way into the forest and has a ledge that makes a side of it look like a cave. Best part of it is that unless it rains, the canyon is always dry thanks to the ledge.

By the time we got to the canyon, my body was shaking again in anticipation.

Before I finished parking the Truck, Sylvester had finished parking his lady's bike and was waiting for me. He picked up the black bag containing the camp tent I specifically bought for this purpose and ran down Into the canyon.

I parked the car behind a tree where no one could see it unless they came looking for it and also picked up a folding chair I permanently borrowed from our lemon orchard before joining him in completing the set up.

By this time, it was dark and we could hardly see each other's faces.

There were four light sticks that I always packed with the camping bag because Riley asked me to since I constantly forget to bring my touch light whenever we go camping.

The moment we finished setting up and lighting up the space, Sylvester hurriedly removed his shirt and I joined him by helping remove his jeans. On a good day, with time on our side, I would have picked up a bottle of wine from the mall where he works and we would have chatted a little while sipping wine and eating some snacks or grilled meat but today, Uncle Alex messed everything up.

The moment Sylvester's jeans dropped from my hand, he grabbed my boobs and started squeezing them through my clothes. I was wearing a dress that reached just above my knees. Because I wasn't wearing any bra, anybody could notice my pointed nipples.

They are always hard and pointed because I am always aroused.

After fondling my breast roughly, Sylvester abruptly brought his palms over my breasts and grabbed my two nipples in each hand then rubbed them between his index and thumb.

My always tingling nipples became warm and it felt so good and painful at the same time.

"Sylvester please be gentle." I whimpered.

"Caitlin I am in a hurry. We have to be fast... Did you bring another cloth?" He asked.

The moment I nodded, Sylvester grabbed the neckline of my dress and forcefully tore it apart, revealing my medium grape sized breasts. He bent down and buried his face within my blossom. Then released that grunt that signals his arousal. Somehow just looking at my breast was enough to turn him on. While I found this weird, I chose to never think about it.

I felt him use his tongue to lick in between my breasts before sliding it over my right side breast. He sucked on it for some time while kneading the other one.

He scooped me up in his arms without letting go of the breast and laid me on the soft, well cushioned floor of the tent. He then shifted his attention to the other nipple.

As Sylvester was messing with my nipples, my clit was throbbing and asking to be touched. So I started trying to reach it so I could do justice to it but Sylvester stopped me.

" Just tell me what you want to be done, Cat." He whispered.

"Lick me." I gasped.

He nodded and removed his hand from my right nipple while still sucking on the left one. The hand slowly slid down my body, igniting its path till it got to my waist where Sylvester changed direction and went for my butt cheeks. He grabbed it and squeezed it so hard, my eyes became misty. But I couldn't complain. Sylvester loves rough sex and he was as gentle as he could manage at that point. He was always holding back for me because I hate pain.

After fondling my butt cheeks, he got back to my frontal, gliding his fingertips over my waistline, teasing my thighs and slowly running his fingertips around the lips of my Vijay.

I wasn't making any loud noise but my body was shivering, agitated due to its expectations.

He started using one hand to trace my inner and outer thighs while the other teased the entrance of my vijay. Almost going in but never close enough, making me jerk up my waist once in a while.

Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he slid one finger into me. I gasped and grabbed at his arm that was on my thigh.

He started probing my inside, searching for that special spot and every movement of his fingers was a call to pleasure.

"Right there. Yes. Right there. " I murmured.

There is a spot inside me that is always warm and itchy. It is the reason I am always aroused. I noticed but never bothered about it until Riley left for school. I used to think maybe it was caused by an infection and had done several tests but I turned out to be one of the healthiest people I know. I have no sickness or infection of any kind. This warm and itchy spot is well hidden but controls everything.

How well I sleep, how soon I wake up, How long I can stay outside, How clear my brain is. Everything.

Even though I hate this part of my body and would love to yank it off if I could, when Riley hits that spot, the whole world goes up in flames. So I tried to bear it and stay faithful to Riley but it was unbearable so I resorted to constant masturbation.

With Sylvester's fingers poking that spot, heat started gathering inside me and I started moving my waist to meet his fingers each time they withdrew. Just as I was close to tipping over, he completely withdrew his fingers, bent his head and covered my vijay with his lips.

Bonk!

I couldn't help it. I whimpered Riley's name then covered my mouth.

"I am so sorry, I am so sorry!" I gasped in the middle of my orgasm.

"It's okay. It's okay, Cat." He smirked

It has always been like this. Riley is my first and only love, we have been together since we were kids. If not that he wasn't around to help me out, I wouldn't be here letting another man touch me. So when I am having sex with Slyvester, to ease my guilt, I always think of Riley. Thinking of him not only riles me up and excites me, it also makes allowing another man to touch me easier. Because of this, whenever I climax, I unconsciously call his name.

The first time it happened, Sylvester was turned off but later he got used to it. Though he doesn't seem to care these days, I still feel stupid whenever it happens.

While I was still beating myself up for the slip up, Sylvester quickly unbuckled his pants and brought out his already erect dick. He used his palm to wipe up my juice and rubbed it against his shaft. He then knelt before me, dragged my waist up to himself and started tapping me with his dick, making me jerk and gasp with excitement.

"Sit up."

I struggled to but he lent me his arm for support and the moment my body aligned with his own, he scooped me and impaled me with his dick, ramming my G-spot mercilessly.

It felt like my head suddenly grew bigger and exploded. I gasped from the shock and quickly wrapped my hands around his neck because that singular intrusion took all of my strength.

With me impaled by him, he carefully moved around until he was sitting with his back on the wall of the ledge where we were hiding and started moving me up and down slowly.

My first orgasm was yet to be completely over when a faster and wilder heatwave started gathering within me. This time, not just from inside because each time he hit my spot, my fingertips and toes tingle and send some sizzling shocks to my brain. Instinctively, my body didn't wait for him to move me again, I synced up with him and we started moving our waist together as I held on to his neck, reaching above him with my face turned outward, facing the roof of the tent. I threw all caution to the wind and started making loud noises.

"I am coming... Riley. .i am c... "

"Yeah, cum for me babe.."

"Arrrggh...ummmm..."

I felt my orgasm wash over me like a gush of water coming from a garden holes. It took some time because being the first sex of the day, despite up to five masturbation induced orgasm, it was intense. Even if he wasn't good, I would be satiated.

Once it was over. I started feeling sleepy but quickly shook myself awake.

While I was still at the edge of my orgasm, Sylvester gently placed me on the floor, removed his dick and quickly wiped it with the wet wipes from my bag. That was when I realized that he didn't use a condom.

"What? You didn't wear protection! Sylvester!"

"I am sorry. I forgot."

"Liar!"

"Look, it's not a big deal. Take some morning after pill and you will be fine. I have to go now." He said as he exited the tent and headed for where he packed his bike.

I was angry but what could I possibly do?

I shrugged it off and started packing up the tent. The most important thing was that I would be able to sleep properly tonight. Without a proper orgasm in a day, my nights are usually very long unless I use some sleeping drug.

I derive no pleasure from coming to the greenhouse with Riley away in school, but dropping off these flower pots is my responsibility and basically my only formerly registered contribution to the family business. I do help out with sales on good days or when a staff member needs to take a break. Not because I want to but because I am supposed to.

Normally, I let the flower pots pile up till almost half of the total is sold before moving them back to the greenhouse at our farm where our house is also located. But there is always an open air farmers' market that happens every three months in my town. This market is the best place to get everything Arizona has to offer at the cheapest price, therefore, there is always a nice turn up.

The next one is just a month away so Dad instructed that I should start returning empty flower pots to the greenhouse everyday instead of every three weeks.

Now this is where the problem is.

Even though our house is on the farm, the farm is sitting on more than 80 acres of land, making it one of the top 20 biggest farmlands in America and the travel time between the farms and the main house is farther than the distance between the farm and the township. What this means for me is that everyday, for the past one year since I graduated high school, I have to do a 20 mins drive to town to pick up about a hundred or less number of flower pots of different sizes, drive another 20 minutes back to the farm, then head for the greenhouse which is 2 hours away from the main house to park the truck of flower pots before driving another two hours back to my house in my car that I usually park at the farm every evening or morning depending on when I decide to do the runs.

It's okay when I have to do it just once in a month but anytime a farmer's open market comes around, I have to do this everyday till the open market ends. This chore is draining and upsetting unless Riley returns from school for his summer break. And then there is Sylvester from the mall. At least I get to see him everyday instead of once in three weeks.

By the time I finished gathering up the tent, Slyvester was long gone so I entered my truck and drove back to the crossroad before heading for home. I checked and the time was a few minutes past nine. Right there, I decided that I would be taking the pots to the greenhouse in the morning.

Getting home, I got scolded by Dad for taking so long and he has this ongoing rant about how if I had gone to town all afternoon, things would have gotten done quickly and the workers wouldn't have to be stressed out of their beds in the morning to start offloading my truck of pots. He even threatened that if I don't sit up and take the work seriously, he would have me do the loading and unloading myself. This rant happens every time a farmer's open market event is approaching till it ends so I am immune to it.

After that, he went on about how mum could ever have thoughts of giving me the lavender fields since I am so irresponsible.

First none of these rants gets to me because, I can't kill myself.

Secondly, I have zero interest in running a florist shop or becoming a lavender farmer. Once I get out of this shallow, mind numbing hell hole, I am going to become an accountant and work for a bank in Newyork. Contrary to my promise to take over the flower business after getting my first BA, I plan to leave and never come back.

Everything I know, I know by always sneaking after my brother Daniel.

I found out the pleasure of sexual intercourse through him. I know not to do drugs after witnessing him overdosing several times before he was later sent for rehab. He is now in school doing his PHD but still very much a druggie. And I learnt not to talk back to Daddy through him.

Daniel wanted to be a medical doctor but Dad needed an heir so he was forced to study agriculture and some other relevant courses.

Just like Daddy picked his courses for him, he also picked Business management and accounting for me.

Of the two, I am interested in only one and I refused to tell him my plans unlike Daniel who was raging about how he would register for his course of choice only for Daddy to use his connections to block him from getting admission into any relevant school.

I wonder what would happen if Daniel knew that all his failed attempts at getting admission as a medical student was all Dad's doing. He had waited 5 years and later gave it up to do what Dad wanted him to do. And now he is away in school, doing his father's bidding.

As for me, all the foolish things he did, like talking back at Dad, arguing with Mum, making threats and constituting a nuisance, I made sure not to do them except smoking weed.

Well, I have never seen anybody overdose on that.