We are going back a few years, when I was 25 and was on vacation in the UK. It’s probably best to lead with a little factoid about me, I collect sex toys from places I visit. Fridge magnets and shot glasses are cool but wait until you see my anal beads from 11 different states in the USA lol. This time I was in London and not to get boring but I didn’t really have any sluttiness in mind. It was a weird time for me and I was there just to get a little peace away from home. Ofc me being me, slutty mode is never COMPLETELY off (hence this story) but it was very much in the back burner.
Still, traditions are traditions and I did stop by a sex shop on my 4th day. It’s not even naughty to me anymore, I’ve been collecting stuff for years, it’s just a thing to do at this point. Now I don’t know if you’ve ever been hit on at a sex shop but it’s kinda weird. Many people there just get their stuff and get tf out so a guy just hanging out there and making chit chat was interesting to say the very least. I can say the same for his build too, not too shabby. He approached me and asked if I needed help. There were already 2 guys behind the counter so I asked “Do you work here?” He said no but he knew his way around the place. I said I was just looking around, told him about my collection and he liked the idea. He suggested one of those jewelry-ended butt plugs so I could say I got one of the crown jewels from London. This was funny-confident enough to get my interest so I opened myself up to his approaches a little more. I let him choose the color (green), paid for the plug and got out, looking back at him. He stepped out with me and asked where I was going next.
“Idk, some pub? London’s supposed to have good pubs, right?”
“If you know which one! Why don’t I help you find a good pub instead of a lousy one?”
“Sure.”
20 minutes later we’re sitting at this apparently very famous pub, drinking. By now I’ve made up my mind, I was gonna do something with this guy. Not sure what but something. We’d see.
At one point I decided to be abrupt and asked “do you pick a lot of girls from sex shops?”
“I didn’t pick you up, we just hit it off. I was just there visiting the guys who worked there, they’re my friends.”
Bullshit they were. They didn’t say a word to him when we were there. I let it slide. We kept drinking for about 2 hours, topics got gradually dirtier. He asked if I wanted to visit him at his place the day after. I said I was gonna leave early in the morning (lie). He got pretty bummed out, probably thought he missed his shot all together.
“But I’m free for about 2 hours, we can go now?”
“No, my house is completely unavailable today.” (relatives or something, I don’t remember)
“Well… Maybe someplace quiet around here? Back of the pub or something..?” I tried to look as sexy as possible but this man had the nerve to say public stuff made him nervous and “impacted his performance.” A slut with some self-respect would leave his impotent ass on the spot but this is the \*stupid\* sluts club, isn’t it?
“Well… If you can find us a place in the next hour, we can go.” And I took a big sip of my drink without breaking eye contact.
The wheels turning his eyes were quite visible. He zoned out for a few seconds and excused himself to make a call. Returned 10 minutes later and said “we can go now”.
He apparently got one of his friends to lend us his place for an hour. The place was 10 minutes away on foot. While walking there, I saw a particularly secluded alley and told him to wait for me. Went back, when I came back I tossed him the butt plug box, now empty.
He smiled and grabbed my butt while walking, he pushed the thing up there a little. We got to the apartment, he got the key from under the mat and we were in.
Starting making out the moment the door slams screams “I don’t get laid a lot” to me but whatever floats your boat fellas. We got to the living room and he laid me on the couch, pulled up my skirt to take a look at my butt.
“It looks nice on you”
“So would you,” I said, this guy lived for the low hanging pick-up lines.
He got aggressive once we started taking our clothes off. Slaps were flying around, as was slut-talk. I like being called names so I didn’t mind. He sat on the couch, spread his legs and pushed me to my knees. He made me bend over with my ass in the air and slapped my ass a bunch while I was sucking him off. He played with the plug a lot, which I welcomed.
He pulled me up and made me sit on his cock. I started riding him, trying to brush the plug inside to his dick. Kind of a hard thing to explain… You know what it is if you ever fucked a pussy when the girl had a butt plug (or if you were the girl, in which case way to go sister). Basically the plug presses on his dick from inside my ass, making my pussy tighter. Unfortunately he didn’t last very long, otherwise tihs could have been in my top 10 slut stories. But it was over in about 6 minutes and I didn’t really want to stick around. I thanked him for his hospitality and left with my plus in my ass and cum dripping to my panties.
