Gayathri's slut Chronicles

My girlfriend of 10 months, Gayathri S, has been cheating on me, Karthik for past 4 months of our long distance relationship. She is now getting bolder with all the men in her life. She is a financial analyst in hyderabad. I am a software engineer in hyderabad, India but currently staying in Ahmedabad, India to help my dad's health issues. She will be shifting to her crush colleague's work team next week.

Gayathri felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, pulling it out she saw a message from Rahul, her married coworker. Seven years her senior, with broad shoulders and a thick beard, he knew exactly how to push her buttons. She had been fucking him for months, taking full advantage of Karthik's absence. She was at the office party, celebrating the merger of their two teams. The atmosphere was charged, the air thick with alcohol and lust. Her dress, a crimson number that hugged her curves, left little to the imagination. The neckline dipped low, exposing her ample cleavage and she was wearing nothing underneath it. She downed her shot, feeling the burn in her throat, and made her way towards Rahul. He was leaning against the wall, a drink in his hand, his eyes tracking her every move. She stopped in front of him, her body inches from his. "Meet me in the supply closet in 10 minutes," she whispered, her breath hot on his ear. "I want you to fuck me like you own me." She felt his sharp intake of breath, saw the bulge in his pants grow. She smirks, knowing she had him wrapped around her finger. He grinned, his eyes dark with lust. "You're playing with fire, Gayathri." She just winked, walking away, feeling the weight of his gaze on her ass. She was a financial analyst by day, a slut by night, and she reveled in it. She knew she was switching to Rahul's team next week, and the thought of having him so close, so accessible, made her pussy throb. She could already imagine it—his strong hands on her hips, his beard rough against her inner thighs, his cock filling her completely. She had been sucking his cock, swallowing his cum, for months now. She could still taste him, salty and warm, on her tongue. She sat down at the bar, crossing her legs, her dress riding up slightly. She was already wet, anticipating the hard fuck Rahul would give her. She could feel her pussy pulsing, eager for his touch. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She hummed softly, thinking about how sexually fulfilling her new work team will be. She couldn't wait to be fucked in her coworkers office daily in the most gruesome ways. She couldn't wait. She knew that soon, she would be getting fucked by him in more places than just the supply closet. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. This was going to be fun.

Gayathri gulped down her drink, the cool liquid doing little to quench the heat she felt inside. Her pussy was soaking, the thin fabric of her thong doing nothing to absorb the wetness. She shifted on her barstool, her breasts heaving with each breath she tried to control. Her nipples were rock hard, straining against the thin material of her dress, and she knew Rahul would be able to see them as soon as she turned around. She caught her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright with excitement and lust. She looked wanton, and she loved it. She turned to scan the room, her eyes landing on a few other men who had been eyeing her all night. She smiled, enjoying the power she held over them. But tonight, it was Rahul she wanted. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, standing up and smoothing her dress down. She felt a hand on her ass, squeezing gently. She turned to see one of the junior analysts, his eyes glazed with alcohol and desire. "Not tonight, sweetheart," she purred, patting his hand. "But maybe another time." She left him standing there, his mouth agape, and made her way to the supply closet. She could hear the muffled sounds of the party as she turned the corner, the music and laughter fading into the background. She pushed the door open, the clang of metal shelves echoing in the small space. She flipped the light switch, the harsh fluorescent lights casting long shadows on the walls. She didn't have to wait long. The door creaked open, and Rahul stepped inside, his presence filling the small room. He locked the door behind him, the click echoing in the silence. He didn't say a word, just approached her, his eyes locked onto hers. She could feel her breath hitching in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest. He reached out, his rough fingers tracing the line of her jaw, down her neck, and then lower, cupping her breast. He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing over her nipple. She gasped, her head falling back, giving him better access. He took full advantage, his mouth replacing his thumb, sucking her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. She moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He growled in response, his hands roaming her body, squeezing her ass, her hips, her thighs. He was everywhere at once, his touch setting her on fire. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach, and she ground herself against him, desperate for more. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and heavy. "You like it when I touch you, when I fuck you." She nodded, her voice caught in her throat. He chuckled, his hands moving to her hips, lifting her onto one of the shelves. She spread her legs, making room for him. He stepped between her thighs, his cock pressing against her pussy, the thin fabric of her thong and his pants the only barriers between them. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss. She kissed him back, her tongue dueling with his, tasting him, exploring him. She could feel his hands on her thighs, pushing her dress up, exposing her to him. She shivered in anticipation, her pussy throbbing with need. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her collarbone. She moaned, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed. She was so close, so ready. She felt his hands on her thong, pulling it to the side, exposing her wet pussy to the cool air. She gasped, her hips jerking forward, seeking his touch. He chuckled, his fingers brushing against her clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She moaned, her hips grinding against his hand, desperate for more. He slipped a finger inside her, his thumb circling her clit. She gasped, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed. He added another finger, his pace quickening, his thumb pressing down on her clit. She was so close, so ready to explode. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath hitching in her throat. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss. She kissed him back, her tongue dueling with his, tasting him, exploring him. She could feel his cock pressing against her pussy, and she ground herself against him, desperate for more. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her collarbone. She moaned, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering closed. She was so close, so ready. She felt his fingers leave her pussy, and she whimpered in protest. But then she felt his cock, hard and hot, pressing against her entrance. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and she saw the lust, the desire, the need. He thrust into her, his cock filling her completely, and she cried out, her body arching against his. He started to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his cock slipping in and out of her pussy. She met his thrusts, her hips grinding against his, her body desperate for more. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath hitching in her throat. He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, and she exploded, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his cock. He groaned, his hips thrusting harder, faster, and then he came, his cock pulsing inside her, his cum filling her pussy. She moaned, her body milking his cock, her pussy clenching around him, drawing out every last drop of his cum. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a soft kiss, his body pressing against hers, his cock still hard inside her. He felt good, so fucking good. Gayathri's chest heaved as she rested her head against his shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. She could feel his heartbeat, steady and strong, matching her own. "Gayathri," he growled softly, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "You're a fucking goddess." She chuckled, her body still humming with pleasure. "And you're a fucking god, Rahul." He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto hers. "I'm glad you think so, because I plan on worshipping this body every chance I get." She smirked, her hips grinding against his. "Is that a promise?" He grinned, his hips thrusting against hers. "It's a fucking vow."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "I want to hear you say it," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Tell me you're mine." She shivered, her body responding to his dominance. "I'm yours, Rahul," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm yours to fuck, yours to use, yours to own." He groaned, his cock hardening even more inside her. "That's my slut," he murmured, his lips tracing a path down her neck. "And I'm going to use you, Gayathri. I'm going to fuck you, make you scream, make you come so hard you see stars." She moaned, her hips bucking against his, eager for more. He chuckled, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place. He started to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She met his thrusts, her body moving in sync with his, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding in unison. Rahul could feel everything inside her, Gayathri was well used and worn, he could feel how many cocks had been inside her since she started her fucking escapades, and the knowledge turned him on more. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. She gasped, her body tensing, her breath hitching. He could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, her body on the edge of another orgasm. He grinned, his hips thrusting harder, faster, his fingers working her clit relentlessly. Suddenly, the door to the supply closet rattled. Someone was trying to get in. Rahul paused, his cock still buried deep inside her, his fingers still on her clit. Gayathri looked at him, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and excitement. "Someone's there," she whispered, her voice laced with lust. Rahul grinned, his fingers pressing down on her clit. "Let them wait," he growled. "Let them hear you come." She moaned, her hips bucking against his, her body desperate for release. He chuckled, his hips thrusting against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. He could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath hitching in her throat. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss, his fingers working her clit, his cock fucking her hard and fast. She cried out, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his cock. He groaned, his hips thrusting harder, faster, and then he came, his cock pulsing inside her, his cum filling her pussy. He could feel her body milking his cock, her pussy clenching around him, drawing out every last drop of his cum. He kissed her softly, his body pressing against hers, his cock still hard inside her. They heard the door rattle again, and Gayathri giggled, her body still humming with pleasure. "Sounds like someone's eager," she purred, her hips grinding against his. She could hear the muffled voice of the junior analyst from earlier, his desperation clear as he begged to be let in. Rahul grinned, his lips tracing a path down her neck. "Maybe we should let him in," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Maybe we should give him a show." Gayathri's eyes widened, her body shivering with anticipation. She nodded, her voice breathless. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, let him watch. Let him see what a real man can do." She reached out and unlocked the door, Rahul positioned himself behind her and grabbed her hips roughly. She let out a sharp gasp as he slammed into her. She turned to face the door, and as it creaked open, she saw the junior analyst's eyes widen in shock and lust, then hate and jealousy. He took in the sight of Gayathri, her dress pushed up, her thong to the side, Rahul's cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. Gayathri smirked, her hips meeting Rahul's thrusts, her body on full display. She reached out, her hand wrapping around the junior analyst's cock, already hard and straining against his pants. She could feel Rahul's cock inside her, his hips thrusting against hers, his body slapping against her ass. She moaned, her body tense with pleasure, her pussy clenching around Rahul's cock.

Gayathri should compare Rahul with her boyfriend more and show how much she enjoys him and the junior analyst too compared to her bf.

The junior analyst, let’s call him Samir, stared, his mouth agape, as Gayathri stroked him through his pants. She could feel his cock twitching, eager and hard. She smirked, her eyes never leaving his as Rahul continued to fuck her from behind, his grunts filling the small room. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed. Gayathri had always loved this part, feeling so taken, so used. She thought of Karthik, her boyfriend, and how dull and predictable he was, how he always wanted things to be missionary, lights off, quick and quiet. She moaned, her body shuddering with pleasure, knowing Rahul was anything but that. "Look at him, Rahul," she panted, her voice breathy and laced with lust. "Look at how hard he is for me. He knows what a real man feels like." Sahul thrust harder, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. She gasped, her body convulsing with pleasure. Samir's breath hitched as Gayathri unzipped his pants, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. She wrapped her hand around it, her thumb circling the tip, spreading the pre-cum that had already formed. She leaned in, her tongue licking the sensitive spot just below the head, and Samir groaned, his hips jerking forward. She chuckled, her hand stroking him in time with Rahul's thrusts. She loved this, loved being the center of attention, loved being the slut that everyone wanted. Catching a glimpse of Samir's face, she saw a mix of desire, jealousy, and hate. She reveled in it, knowing she was pushing all his buttons. She thought of Karthik again, of his soft touches, his gentle kisses. She scoffed internally, thinking of how dull and unexciting he was compared to Rahul and his cocks. She couldn't help but compare them with Karthik, how much more fulfilling her life had become since she started this escapade. She moaned loudly, her body tensing as Rahul's fingers found her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. She could feel her orgasm building, her body on the edge of release. She looked up at Samir, her eyes locking onto his. "Fuck my mouth, Samir," she demanded, her voice a low growl. "I want to taste your cum while I'm coming." Samir hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering between Gayathri and Rahul. He looked at Gayathri, and Rahul meet his eyes, his thrusts never pausing, his cock never leaving her pussy. He nodded slightly, a silent approval. Samir stepped forward, his cock pressing against her lips. She opened her mouth, her tongue licking the tip before taking him fully inside. She moaned around his cock, the vibration making him groan. She could taste his pre-cum, salty and warm, and she loved it. She felt Rahul's cock pulsing inside her, his hips thrusting harder, faster. She knew he was close, and the thought of him coming inside her, of Samir coming in her mouth, sent her over the edge. She cried out, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around Rahul's cock. He groaned, his hips thrusting one last time before he came, his cock pulsing inside her, his cum filling her pussy. She could feel it dripping out of her, mixing with her own juices, and she loved it. Samir groaned, his hips jerking forward as he came, his cum filling her mouth. She swallowed it all, her tongue licking his cock clean. She pulled back, a smirk on her face, her lips glistening with his cum. She felt used, worn, and filled, and she loved it more than anything. She thought of Karthik, of his soft touches, his gentle kisses, and she couldn't help but laugh internally. She was a slut, a whore, and she loved every minute of it. She looked at Rahul, his cock still hard inside her, and at Samir, his cock still hard in her hand, and she knew she had made the right choice. She was exactly where she was meant to be. She felt pride in her lifestyle. She was done with being a cuckold to her boring boyfriend. She was ready to spread her legs, show off her assets and fuck everyone involved. She was Gayathri, a slut through and through, and she was proud of it. Gayathri pulled Samir's cock into her mouth once more, her tongue swirling around the tip. She could feel Rahul's cock already hardening inside her, ready for round two. She moaned, her body tensing with anticipation, her hips grinding against his. She was insatiable, and she knew it. She was a fucking slut, and she loved every second of it. She couldn't wait to see what else the night had in store for them.

She can shift between both Rahul and Samir from now. Gayathri should also start doing more nasty stuff like licking balls or even giving rimjobs as she is enjoying it more with other men. She realises she loves her bf but sexually she needs more.

Gayathri pulled back from Samir's cock, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his shaft. She grinned, her eyes gleaming with lust and mischief. She turned her attention to Rahul, her hips grinding against his, feeling his cock throbbing inside her. "Fuck, you're still hard," she moaned, her voice laced with surprise and delight. She leaned back, her hands gripping his thighs as she slowly lifted herself off his cock. She turned around, her eyes locked onto his as she leaned down, her tongue licking the shaft, tasting the mix of her juices and his cum. She moaned, the taste driving her wild. She took him fully into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, her lips tight around the shaft. Samir watched, his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he took in the sight of Gayathri sucking Rahul's cock. She pulled back, a pop sound echoing in the room as she released him from her mouth. She turned to Samir, her tongue licking her lips. "Your turn," she purred, her hand reaching out to grab his cock, and guiding it towards her waiting mouth. She took him in, her tongue swirling around the head, her hand stroking the shaft in tandem. She loved the taste of him, the feel of him in her mouth. She pulled back, her tongue tracing a path down his shaft, her lips wrapping around his balls. She sucked on them, her tongue rolling them in her mouth, and Samir groaned, his hips jerking forward. She released him, her tongue trailing down further, her lips pressing against his taint. She looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his as she flicked her tongue out, licking his asshole. He groaned, his body tensing, his cock throbbing. She chuckled, her tongue pressing against his hole, her lips sucking on it. She loved this, loved the power she had over them, loved being the dirty slut that they both wanted. She pulled back, her hands gripping both their cocks, stroking them in unison. She looked from one to the other, her body humming with lust. She turned to Rahul, her tongue licking his cock. She turned to Samir, her mouth taking him in, her tongue swirling around the head. She alternated between them, her mouth and hands working them in tandem, her body on fire with lust. She could feel her pussy dripping, her body aching for more. She pulled back, her body trembling with need. "I need more," she gasped, her voice breathy and desperate. "I need both of you." She turned to Rahul, her lips pressing against his as she pushed him back against the wall. She straddled him, her pussy taking his cock in, her body sliding down onto him. She moaned, her body tensing as she felt him fill her. She turned to Samir, her hand reaching out to grab his cock. She guided him to her mouth, her lips wrapping around him as she started to ride Rahul. She could feel both of them inside her, their cocks filling her, their bodies pressing against hers. She moaned, her body moving in a rhythm that took both of their cocks deep inside her. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath hitching. Gayathri realized she loved Karthik—he was her rock, her comfort, her safe haven. But sexually, he just didn't cut it. She needed this—she needed the raw, dirty sex that Rahul and Samir gave her. She needed to feel used, to feel wanted, to feel like the slut she was. She looked at Rahul and Samir, their faces flushed with lust, their bodies tense with need. She knew she was exactly where she belonged. She was Gayathri, the slut who loved every dirty, nasty thing they did to her. And she was proud of it. Her lifestyle was not cuckolding Karthik, she was simply seeking pleasure from where she could get it, and she was happy about it. She moaned, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her, her pussy clenching around Rahul's cock. She could feel him throbbing inside her, his hips jerking as he came, his cum filling her pussy. She turned to Samir, her mouth taking him in, her tongue swirling around the head. She could feel him throbbing, his body tense, his breath hitching. She knew he was close, and she wanted to taste him, to feel him come in her mouth. She pulled back, her hand stroking him, her tongue licking the tip. She looked up at him, her eyes locked onto his as she took him fully into her mouth. She could feel him throbbing, his hips jerking as he came, his cum filling her mouth. She swallowed it all, her tongue licking him clean. She pulled back, a smirk on her face, her lips glistening with his cum. She turned to Rahul, her body pressing against his, her lips capturing his in a fierce kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her body still humming with pleasure, her pussy still clenching around his cock. She could feel him hardening inside her, ready for round three. She grinned, her body tensing with anticipation, knowing this night was far from over and she could feel Samir turning around and presenting his ass to her.