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One Week of Slut Pt. 01: Prologue

By: NatalieH



PROLOGUE

The following series of events follows directly on from my 'Staid Wife' and 'Corporate Fuck Toy' series and can be read in conjunction with them or as standalone tale, the choice is entirely yours. 

A very brief synopsis is that my husband Paul and I have tired of our vanilla marriage and have decided to explore a Dom/Sub relationship where he is in full control of our marriage. This has led us into numerous sexual adventures detailed in the previously mentioned series.

For context, I am Natalie, a successful business woman and Senior Executive of a company. I am 36, I have long straight, jet black hair, 5' 7, slim figure and full 36C breasts. I dress professionally at all times in work, skirt suits, high heels, fairly straight laced but feminine, professional and always well presented.

Men compliment me on my looks, I get most compliments about my long legs which I'm quite proud of and general, I look after myself and keep myself in good shape.

PREPARING FOR A WEEK AS A SLUT TO NICK

As I indicated at the end of my account of being used in a hotel by my husband Paul, and his business client, Nick at a weekend conference, Nick had then sent me a text on my way home indicating that he wanted my 'services' for a full week. 

Of course, he still thought me to be a worker in an escort agency (obviously one that did plenty of 'extras'!) but at the same time he had all too readily seen my abandoned excitement at the treatment he and my hubby had dished out and, in his own typical arrogance, informed me that I should be paying him for the week not the other way around.

Paul and I had a lot to talk about as we got home that Sunday Evening. We were both wholeheartedly embracing the 'slut wife' narrative that we'd both found so intoxicating and we both agreed that this was the way we had to continue; I couldn't countenance returning to a vanilla lifestyle of a quick fumble and an unfulfilling, routine hump by him and he didn't want that either. 

This lifestyle gave us both the knee trembling, head-spinning passion we both craved. My concern with where we were heading wasn't so much with me though, it was him. 

I had experienced shame, humiliation and essentially, servitude at the hands of my husband, 4 fairly random men, and my own friend, Fiona, all in the space of just a few weeks yet I was truly happy with it, even feeling as though I was learning about my sexuality that I had repressed for these past 10 years and determined to ride it out and see where it took me, perhaps even gain some understanding of why the need for humiliation seemed to be wired inside me.

This cocktail of depravity, being so out of control and at the mercy of random people made me feel so energised and alive with the danger and the wickedness of it all and I wanted more. Paul wanted more of it too; it's not difficult to imagine a man being happy in a domestic situation where his wife agrees to do anything he asks, sexually or domestically and actively wants her husband to take a firm hand with her and tell her how it's going to be. Domestically and between ourselves, we were sorted, stable and happy.

Problem was though, the whole 'cuckold' thing. I recalled the Saturday in the hotel when I had tossed Paul off as I recounted to him how Nick had used me, or how turned on he had been when he saw the video of me blowing the hotel room service guy, or how excited he got when he heard me tell him how much I enjoyed the size of Nick's cock. I'd never seen Paul come harder than he did that day. That was fine in and of itself but it left significant questions unanswered.

The main thing I dreaded was Paul becoming a 'cuckold'. Let me clarify, as he had now watched others use me and had enjoyed it, technically he already was a cuckold but as part of our research, we had read a lot of erotic stories on literotica and knew all about the whole 'cuckold thing'. Whilst I found some stories intriguing, We've always been clear that I am the one who has to be humiliated, not Paul. 

I want him to be in control, not passive, and certainly not a cuckold in the sense of being humiliated by a 'bull' or even being made to join in pleasuring him. As far as I was concerned this was definitely not the direction I wanted us to go in, I didn't want to be married to a 'wimp', quite the opposite.

Luckily, Paul shared this view completely. In a 'deep and meaningful' we had that very night, he told me he simply found the sight of me being a complete slut unbelievably arousing. He admitted he tended to go quite passive when others were using me, but only because he had voyeuristic tendencies and loved to see me pushing boundaries of my own self-induced slut-dom with others. When it was happening he said, he just wanted to watch and take it all in and sometimes forgot that he was supposed to be using me too!

What reassured me was that he clarified he wanted to continue to use me and treat me as a whore wife himself and wanted to remain in full control over what happened to me and who with. I was relieved at this. My husband was a voyeur but not a cuckold wimp. He wanted to see me submit to him and to others but had no intention of submitting to anyone himself. Relief coursed through me and I felt content that we could continue this journey.

As I washed and got into our bed that night, my mind drifted back to earlier and to Nick and his massive cock, and how he seemed to press all the right buttons that sent me so easily into slut over-drive. I re-read the message on my phone and as I did, the throb of my pussy and flutter in my stomach indicated that I really did want to take him up on the offer of a week in his 'service' but I knew it would be a step too far. 

Resigned to this view, I told Paul all about it;

"Paul, did you give Nick my number?" I asked casually, pulling the covers down and getting into my side of the bed. 

Paul put down his IPAD and looked at me thoughtfully: "No love, not that I remember...although we did get pissed on the Friday night, so maybe I did and I don't remember, why?"

"He sent me a text earlier, while we were driving back," I offered.

"He did? What did it say?" Paul said, sitting up, his interest piqued.

I showed Paul the text from Nick. As a reminder from my previous story, it said;

"Fucking amazing weekend whore! I want more and so do you I can tell. I want to hire you for a week sometime soon. Contact me back again on this number and we'll set it up. You can come to mine and be on the end of my cock for a whole week. Text me back if you want it. I'm not paying though, you like this as much as me, you should be paying me for it!"

Paul read it, more than once by the look of it, eyes wide in amused amazement. He snorted and laughed:

"He's a cheeky bastard! I bet you'd do it too wouldn't you!?" he teased, turning to face me.

I blushed crimson, "Yes....I mean, no....Oh!" I didn't know what to say to be honest as I genuinely didn't know what the right answer was. 

There was a heavy pause between us; I tried to discuss it further with my husband;

"You've seen yourself the effect he had on me. Did you choose him deliberately?" I said, with some curiosity.

"Deliberately? Sort of I guess. I figured you'd hate him, you can't stand cocky bastards," he said mischievously. He continued, "....and because he's a cocky bastard, I figured you'd get double the humiliation at having to follow his orders. I was right, wasn't I?"

I felt my pussy twinge just at Paul saying this, "You know you were. It worked a treat. All weekend I hated him yet I was practically hypnotised by the git. And this morning, I just....lost myself, I wanted, needed it again somehow....I can't explain it..." I said, trying to make some sense of some very mixed emotions.

"That massive cock of his helped too I bet!" joked Paul, breaking the tension and causing us both to laugh out loud.

"God yes, what a monster, I didn't know how I'd handle it at first?!" I said, still laughing, putting my hand to my mouth to stifle a further giggle.

"Oh, you seemed to find a way..!" Paul teased.

I gave him a saucy glance, hitting him playfully with a pillow and we had a deep and lingering kiss, happy and contented that we were secure enough together in our relationship to be able to do things like this; things that others would see as strange, weird, abhorrent even. 

We didn't see it like that at all. It was completely consensual and while our desires led us into involving others into intimate areas of our marriage which other couples would run a mile from, we both knew we wanted no-one else. Despite this, Paul still shocked and surprised me with what he said next;

"You should do it."

"Do what?" I asked, giving him a sexy and coquettish look, thinking he was about to order his dutiful wife to service his cock again in some way;

"The week with Nick, do it," he said, looking intently at me. I stared at him open-mouthed, I genuinely hadn't even thought it worth considering any further, I just didn't see how it could happen. Now here was my husband giving me permission to spend a week as some sort of whore/slave to a cocky guy we both disliked.

"But, I can't....do you want me to.....I mean....?" My head was mashed, I hardly knew what to say as I sat bolt upright in shock.

"I'll make it easy for you," Paul said, "I order you to text him back and agree to it." Paul said, smiling with renewed assurance.

"But...why do you want me to do it? I'll be away all week and well, it's obvious the type of things I'll be doing. You're OK with that? You won't be involved...at all...You won't know what I'll be doing or who with....Won't I be cheating on you?"

"I'm OK with it because you want it so much, I can tell!" Paul said, his voice measured and full of love and understanding.

"Oh, Paul. I do want it yes, I don't know why and I can't explain it properly. The thought of just giving myself to that fucker for a whole week! I don't know, it kind of repulses me initially and then I'm turned on straight away because I'm repulsed! Does that make any sense!?" I said, knowing it probably didn't.

"Not in the slightest!" Paul said amused, "Do it anyway. Look I know enough about Nick to know that he's an arrogant pretty boy, he loves himself and yes, he'll love the fact that you're desperate for his cock." I grimaced at this, Paul smiled nervously, "But, I want you to have this experience. We'll be OK won't we? You'll do this and come back to me and tell me all about it.....and we'll be OK?"

I was so confused at that point and I still had concerns;

"I do want it yes, but, well, I'm fucking terrified if truth be known!" I said, my head a mixture of fear and intrigue that this thing could actually now happen.

"If you definitely want to do it, then do it." Paul said, forcing the issue, "We can even build some safeguards in. You can still involve me."

I looked at him puzzled, struggling to take a breath as I considered the possibility and he elaborated;

"I know he thinks I'm just another of your clients but I did tell him I knew you really well and use you regularly. Tell him as a condition of accepting, that you want the facility to call me every day, same time, say 7pm, so that someone external can check you're OK? Tell him also that as a condition of me taking part, I've instructed you to send me at least 4 photos every day showing me what you've been up to."

"Yes, fine...but being at his beck and call for seven days..I don't know...."

Paul smiled at me warmly as if something had occurred to him. As he did so, he slid his hand down my body and between my legs. I arched my back and gasped lightly as I felt his hand reach swiftly for my pussy. As he leant in to kiss me, my boobs squashed under his chest, he parted my wet cunt lips and lusciously rubbed my clit, forcing me to cry out into his mouth and against his tongue inside mine.

"We both know you want it, Rosie!" he said. I groaned as he unexpectedly used my slut name. We both now knew that I was so wet and totally turned on just at the thought of agreeing to Nick's request, Paul could tell from the almost obscene wetness between my legs.

"Think of the humiliation of texting him back and just giving yourself to him, pussy, arse and all for a whole week. All he has to do is send you a text and you agree he can fuck you as often as he wants all week. This jumped-up tosser who thinks he's a big business man and thinks you're just a tart, a cock-obsessed woman who fawns over him!"

As he said all of this, he continued to rub my slit, his fingers now invading my hole. He moved his head down to my tits and started to lap his tongue over my hardening nipples causing me to arch my back upwards and offer him my breasts freely. He moved back up;

"Just think about the week you'll have. Successful, corporate business woman and perfectly respectable middle class wife here, but down there? There you'll be no more than a common whore. He'll have you dress in slut stockings or as a cheap tart in a leather skirt and use you as a personal cock-sucker all week. He'll click his fingers and as easily as that, you'll drop your knickers for him, make him feel that you're desperate for his cock. I know you want it, Rosie..."

"Oh God, I do want it, I do..." I wailed, almost cried even at the contradiction, my pleasure growing all the time, my head fogging up in delicious lust again. 

Paul was in full control of me now;

"So, we're going to send him a text and agree to it aren't we?"

I was broken again. "Yes, give me to him for a week Paul. Give me to him like the cheap, easy slut I am. Free of charge for his pleasure....mmmm....oooohh" 

As I said this, I could take no more, the humiliation, the blissful feeling of submission was too much for me. I bent my back and bucked my hips, forcing Paul's fingers in and out of my pussy as I came hard, my own hand ending up over Paul's as my juices flooded out of me and over our fingers. Paul kissed me deeply through my orgasm and as it subsided into the bed, I felt we'd never been closer at that moment in time. Paul snapped me out of the romantic glow of what I'd just experienced. He slid off me and sat up in bed.

"Pass me your phone again," he demanded. I did so, reaching over to fetch it off the bedside table, my head already a whirl as I realised Paul was about to arrange for me to essentially, get fucked senseless by another guy for a whole week.

"I'll text him and make the arrangements." As he said this he took the phone off me. As he did so, he reached down with his free hand and held his cock in his hand;

"While I make these arrangements, get down there and suck on my prick!" he said, waving his penis lewdly at me. I took a deep breath, head dizzy with the scenario and did as instructed obediently. I took his very erect, straining cock in my hand and placing my head flat on his stomach, fed the head of his cock into my mouth.

As I began to slurp on his shaft and mew contentedly, Paul announced that as long as Nick replied, he'd give me a running commentary on the arrangements;

"OK, I'm just replying now," Paul said, as his length grew in my mouth and I massaged his balls in my hand, taking long and luscious head strokes as I slid my mouth up and down his thick pole. 

For the next few minutes, Paul and Nick had a text conversation that Paul read out to me word for word as I sucked him off. It went as follows:

Paul: Rosie wants me to tell you that she agrees.

Nick: Who is this?

Paul: It's Paul. As I text, Rosie is being true to form and has my cock in her mouth.

Nick: Nice one fella! Filthy slut. Why's she with you?

Paul: She lives nearby. I gave her a lift back so I decided to charge her a blow job for the privilege. Not that she minds!

Nick: Fair enough. So, she's up for my idea?

Paul: Definitely, why wouldn't a slut like her want a whole week of fucking?

Nick: When you put it like that.....!

Paul: She told me she loves your cock. Biggest she's ever had and she wants more.

Nick: I fucking knew it, slag!

Paul: But she has a couple of conditions before she agrees...

Nick: Go on...?

Paul: First, she needs to feel safe so she wants to be able to call someone each night. I've offered to provide this and I'll charge her 4 photos per night of whatever you've had her doing as the price of my involvement.

Nick: Nice! Fine by me, as long as I can get in her knickers all day, she can phone who the fuck she likes and I'll make sure you get your photos. What else?

Paul: Oh and she wants her own room. You can fuck her wherever and however you want all week but she needs her own room and some time out each day. Perhaps from midnight to 8 the next morning, you leave her be and give her some space?

Nick: Got a spare room here pal, agreed, no probs!

Paul: Then it's a deal. I'll tell the slut to text you tomorrow to set up the dates.

Nick: Fantastic mate, looking forward to using the whore already. She still slobbering on your cock?

Paul: Oh yes, she's a great cock-sucker eh?

Nick: Sure is, I guess she has to be in her line of work. I'm surprised you've lasted this long, give her a load for me!

Paul: Haha, will do! Must go, something I gotta do....!

Nick: Hehe, enjoy and thanks....

For the last 6 or 7 texts, Paul was sweating and straining into my mouth. He was concentrating desperately trying to save his come until the text conversation was over. He tossed the phone aside urgently. I slid down the bed quickly between his legs, lapped my tongue all the way from his ball sack to the tip of his cock before engulfing his entire prick deep in my mouth. 

His hands now un-hindered, he pushed the top of my head down and almost screamed in pleasure as I almost choked on his cock. I just had enough room beneath his hands to bob my head a few inches up and down his shaft before he dropped his hands down violently to his sides as his cock started to spew his seed into my greedy cock-sucking mouth. 

I cooed and moaned as my mouth filled with semen, my head clamped over the head of his erection. Stroking the base of his cock with my hand, I allowed Paul's nuts to empty inside my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down the shaft through his come until, happy he was spent and swallowing eagerly, I popped it out and crumpled in a tired heap next to him on the bed, overcome with the lust of my actions and the thrill of hearing my husband agreeing to me becoming a cock whore for another man for a whole week.

The deal was sealed I thought. Too tired to think further right then, I just slid up the bed with the covers and I was asleep in minutes, Paul's come still coating my mouth and chin.

I did as instructed by Paul and sent a text to Nick the day after to make the arrangements. It was a whole week which required time off work. The next possible week was a month hence so we agreed I would meet him on the Sunday; my week of servitude starting the Monday after. 

It was only then I realised I didn't even know where he lived. Mercifully, he lived in a part of the country that could hardly be further away from me if I'd picked it myself. I was relieved at this as of course, I had no idea what he had in store for me and I wanted to be sure no-one would recognise me doing whatever depravity that Nick had in store for me. 

I also wanted to embrace this scenario. As amazingly scary as it was, there was no point in doing this at all unless I committed to it totally. I was going to be a complete and total slut for Nick, I was determined.

I also wanted as little as possible to connect me with my real self and my real life so over the next three weeks, I arranged to take a train journey rather than my own car and arranged to meet Nick in the station car park where he would then ferry me to my fate. 

It was probably the longest three weeks of my life and a few days in, Paul had effectively banned me from talking about it as I asked him repeatedly if he was sure he definitely wanted me to do it. In truth, I didn't need to ask myself. Yes, my whole being seemed to fill with dread fear but I reflected on my previous years of a dull sex life and thought I needed to go for it and see where it took me. I knew it would involve depravity and humiliation and in truth, I couldn't wait.


One Week of Slut Pt. 02: Monday



MONDAY MORNING

I had a decent nights sleep somehow. Despite the stomach churning worry of what I was letting myself in for during the rest of the week, I was physically tired from the stress and rigours I'd already been put through. 

I'd set the alarm on my phone to 7.30 and as I groggily reached to turn it off and started to consider what today had in store for me, my feelings of humiliation started almost immediately. 

It crossed my mind that Nick was supposed to control every part of my life for this week and with a sense of burning shame and feeling like some sort of school girl incapable of making her own choices, I reflected that I didn't know what I was supposed to be wearing! 

I sat up in the bed nervously, dressed only in my silk pyjamas that I had on in bed. I looked around and decided on a quick shower, delighting in the good fortune that the room had en-suite facilities. As I ran a hot shower and squirted soapy gel all over myself, my mind started to run through the erotic events of yesterday and how much I had enjoyed them. 

I mentally recalled how hard Nick had fucked me last night. The thought of his stiff tool wreaking havoc inside me created a whirling knot of lust in my tummy, and was probably the reason why my fingers had almost automatically reached for my clit.

I had one hand swirling over my breasts, one hand rubbing lavishly between my legs as warm water washed over my body and lust washed over my mind. As the soap started to run off me, I tried to come to my senses and reluctantly pulled my fingers away from my arousal. 

I could easily have come there and then but I wanted to remain 'on heat'. I knew I'd have to perform sexually, possibly even in a few minutes hence with some difficulty and realising it was always so much better when I was on edge and horny; I washed my hands, did a final rinse and stepped out the shower and dried myself off. 

I returned to the bed and went back to my initial dilemma, what to wear? With lust and horny thoughts still washing through me, I had a bold idea. I put my dressing gown on and sat by the chair in front of the bedroom mirror and dried my hair, running my brush through it wondering if I dared to go through with it. 

I was here to explore my feelings of humiliation and domination and the whole point of this week was to push my limits, I had to meet Nick part of the way with this even if it did terrify me. I was going to do it. 

I stood up nervously, let my gown drop to the floor and completely naked, opened my bedroom door and walked into the main living room. As I'd expected, Nick wasn't up yet so trembling from nerves but determined, I walked across the room to his bedroom and knocked. He surprised me by answering almost immediately, pulling the door almost violently inwards with a rush. As he clapped eyes on me standing there totally naked, I could see his expression of surprise, mixed with some amusement and not a little lust.

"I see you mean business today Rosie. Good girl, that's the attitude. Hadn't even thought ahead to give you any instructions for today but being butt naked ready to service me is a good start!"

As he said this, I looked him up and down. He had only just woken up himself and had only boxer shorts on. The movement of his luscious prick inside them was evident already. 

I took a sharp intake of nervous breath as he reached over and practically slapped the palm of his hand forcefully onto my left breast, pushing it inwards, mashing it roughly between his fingers and making my flesh sting a little; enjoying my nakedness and totally voluntary self-humiliation that I had served up to him.

"Love those tits!" He said, looking me in the eye and seemingly thinking about what to do with me next as he mauled me. Just standing there naked in front of him, so exposed and so vulnerable and almost delighting in the fact that I had self-humiliated myself already, caused me to breathe raggedly as I enjoyed the rough mauling of his hands on my tits.

I was brought back to my senses as Nick removed his hands quite suddenly, almost causing me to topple forwards. I looked at him to see what was going on. Nick had taken a step back and was looking all over my body. My pussy tingled as I felt his gaze fall between my legs and I blushed realising it was practically his for the week, to take as he pleased whenever and wherever and 'it' was wet already.

"Go and kneel on the floor in the middle of the room while I take a pee. When I come back, you'll be tasting this cock again slut!" He barked, a practically evil looking grin on his face. I looked him in the eye and turned around obediently to comply.

A fresh wave of indignity swept over me as I knelt on the cold laminated floor in the front room, waiting for Nick to finish his pee and 'allow' me to suck his fat dick. The humiliation was accompanied by a throbbing pussy and a tight, knotted abdomen, my lust was taking over me already and I was already savouring the thought of Nick's rod impaling my throat again. 

I wouldn't have long to wait as he strutted out of the bathroom arrogantly, striding towards me. He motioned to pull his pants down and let his cock loose and I saw him smirk as he looked down at my face, which must have betrayed me again by looking eagerly and expectantly for his dick. 

"Before we start, we'll establish the morning ritual shall we? I'll fuck your mouth in here this morning as you're already here and ready for me and it would be rude not to." As he said this, he smiled mockingly at me and fished his cock out of his pants. 

Just as had happened in the car yesterday and in the hotel a few weeks ago, the sight of his cock, almost fully erect, seemed to have an almost hypnotic effect on me. I lost all conscious thought at the sight of it. Without realising it, I again motioned to grasp it in my hand and was denied by a swat of his hand.

"No hands, Rosie, not yet, slut!" Nick said mockingly as he proceeded to draw his foreskin back and forward slowly across his thick pipe and proceeded to give me my 'morning ritual' orders;

"As we've already said, your slut service starts at 8 each day and I'm going to use this week to get some lie-ins. I don't want to have to think of different stuff to do every morning so I want you to schedule in a cock sucking each morning. OK!?"

I tried to re-focus on what he was saying from giving most of my attention to his cock. I caught enough to realise he wanted an answer. I could barely speak in excitement but managed an almost breathless, "Yes, Sir!" and tried better to listen to what I was expected to do;

"I want you to fix some breakfast each morning. I like breakfast in bed, nothing too fancy, some cereal and bacon on toast and some tea, something like that. You can bring it in on a tray. I want you topless, just wearing a black skirt, no knickers. Put the tray down on my bedside cabinet and without a word, get in the bed and suck my cock. Suck it deep and hard and swallow whatever I give you. When you've swallowed and cleaned my dick, walk out and leave me to my breakfast. Is that all clear?"

I could hardly breathe in lust and excitement. Such a scenario had almost every fibre of my body raging in need and lust. How could this fucker somehow manage to so easily hit my buttons and treat me exactly how I wanted, it was almost as if he'd read the manual to my sexual desires, he seemed to understand them more than I did myself in fact. 

Again, I could hardly speak but managed, "Oh fuck, yes....that's...clear...." He continued to wave his cock around near my face and my lust took over as I added pathetically with impatience, "Please, just let me suck your cock!"

He grinned widely at seeing my complete submission, on my knees naked begging for him to fill my mouth. He moved in closer to me so his balls dangled near my mouth. I think he intended to tease me some more but I couldn't take it. I used his motion towards me to pretend it was his permission and I grasped the shaft of his cock. 

I moaned involuntarily as I opened my mouth and stuffed the thick cock head in my mouth, turning myself on even more by reflecting that I now knew I would have this cock in my mouth at least every morning and probably more, and I was certain it wouldn't be the only cock I had in my mouth that week, probably even that day. The thought both thrilled and scared me.

Nick made me work hard for his spunk this time. He pulled his cock out my mouth several times and made me suck his balls, he also made me stick my tongue out as much as I could and cock slapped my tongue, and trailed the head of it across my lips. After a few minutes, he was building up a rhythm, slowly and rhythmically thrusting his cock inside my mouth. 

I wasn't allowed to touch his cock so I could only keep my mouth open, clamped around his shaft as he orally fucked me and fed me his rod. I thought at one point he was about to unload but he wanted a little further humiliation of me first. Whilst sliding the shaft of his cock over my face and mouth, he chose this moment to start a conversation;

"You love sucking this cock don't you slut?" Nick said, as he slid it across my nose and lips.

"Fuck yes, I do!" I said, quite honestly, trying to allow his cock into my mouth again but my voice reflecting the frustration of having to speak when I wanted to suck.

"And how does it feel being turned into a cock whore by a guy you don't like?" He said, enjoying my submission even further and holding his cock an inch from my mouth.

"It feels hot, and...dirty....and wrong...!" I said, not really sure what to say, staring at his magnificent prick, hard as rock, the tight skin on the head glistening with my spittle and his own pre-cum, trying to talk as he toyed with his shaft over my lips and face.

"And I saw your eyes practically light up when I told you that you'll be sucking me off every morning, you love that thought don't you," he said, showing how transparent my lust had become.

"Yes, I want to suck your cock all the fucking time!" I said, getting more frustrated with myself for being so easily toyed with but again, not lying at all; I'd always loved sucking cock and somehow sucking the cock of a guy who I resented was wildly exciting to me. The fact that it was so huge, thick and imposing helped to. He seemed to be able to read my thoughts sometimes;

"As well as the morning suck, any time I want my dick sucking this week, you'll drop to your knees and do it. Any time I say SUCK to you, I want you on your knees. I don't care where, or who is with us. Is that clear Rosie, would you like that?" He said, knowing the answer and making his cock bounce up and down in front of my face;

"Yes...Sir...!" I said, almost in tears either from the submission or the frustration, "Yes, I'll suck your cock for you whenever you want...on my knees.....taking it....mmmm..." My slut talk trailed off as he decided to push his cock deep into my willing mouth. I was kneeling but lost my balance a little and wrapped my arms around his hips, pulling him into me, or more accurately, pushing his dick further into my mouth;

"And what does that make you, Rosie?" Nick said, as maddeningly he pulled his cock from my mouth again. I couldn't believe he hadn't come yet, he wasn't usually a staying power kind of guy, he usually just came whenever he wanted to, but he was delighting in my degradation and his toying with me, reduced so easily as I was to his cock slut. I focused on his question, not really sure what the answer was specifically but honesty was the best policy;

"A dirty cocksucker? Your cocksucker, your cock-sucking whore...?" I offered. He smiled and seemed to approve;

"That's right Rosie, you're my personal cock sucker this week. I'll fill your mouth as often as I'm able, you'll be full of all the spunk I can make this week. Now, open your mouth!"

I groaned in lust at his words and resolved to live up to the billing. I opened my mouth wide, my role was now non-participative, I was basically watching him wank himself over me. I wanted to taste his spunk and I stared intently at the head of his cock beneath the blur of his hand as he tossed himself off. I lost sight of it as he moved his cock barely a centimetre from my open mouth. He groaned and shouted, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" as his knees buckled against his orgasm. 

He pulled his cock back one last time and held it firmly in his hand, aiming inside my mouth as his come started. He emptied his balls powerfully into my mouth and I felt the initial salty jets deep in my mouth. 

Obligingly, he moved further into me and practically walked his cock into my mouth. The head of his cock fought for room in my mouth with what felt like a glass full of salty jizz. He gripped my head and started to gently fuck my mouth, his jizz smearing all over my lips and tongue and making disgusting squelchy noises in my mouth. I swallowed everything and set about tonguing all the cum off his shaft and cock head. 

As I was lost in my duties as his personal cock sucker, he pulled his cock out. He looked at me almost gloatingly. Him, standing upright, stiff prick gleaming and smeared in cum, me kneeling, his cum smeared over my mouth and chin; as if this morning had confirmed all his hopes that this was for real, as if somehow he doubted I would really go through with it.

Cock and balls swinging lusciously, Nick told me he was getting dressed. He told me to put my dressing gown on and sort his breakfast out. I did this and we ate in virtual silence. He gave me some domestic instructions as I realised I was genuinely going to be his domestic slave as well as whore. As breakfast was over, he ordered me to accompany him to 'my' bedroom.

Without asking, he simply pulled my dressing gown clean off me and led me naked over to the bed where I was told to lie on my back and open my legs wide. Even though I should already have been getting used to this, I still blushed crimson with the easy exposure as I obligingly opened my legs and gave Nick a full view of my pussy. I was wet and throbbing down there and he knew it. 

Initially though he was business-like. I hadn't had time to look around the room yet and acclimatise but he obviously knew what was in there. He marched over to a chest of drawers and pulled out a long, thick dildo. I later learned he'd bought it especially for me when he made me give him the money back for it. 

Wafting the rubber cock from side to side, he moved in between my legs and without ceremony, spread my pussy lips firmly and guided the cock slowly but relentlessly inside me. It was thick and long and my breath was shallow and ragged as I felt it spilt my pussy in two as Nick slid the rubber cock all the way inside me.

Nick left the dildo buried inside me and walked around to me, kissing me deeply, his tongue darting inside my mouth. As we kissed, he moved my hand between my legs and encouraged me to fuck myself with the dildo. I was happy to oblige, I had been turned on for ages and I was desperate for release. I quickly grasped the dildo and began to slide it in and out myself, trying my best to rub my clit with fingers or with plastic. As I started, Nick moved away and began to speak to me as my pleasure quickly built;

"So, we've established you're my personal cock sucker and that you're to suck my cock whenever I require. That's just the start of it for me though. While in here, I'm going to be having my fill of your slutty cunt and arse whenever I fancy it. Is that clear?"

"Mmm, yes....it's.... clear...." I said, already feeling my pussy throb in expectation of release as it was split apart by the rubber cock and responding to Nick's verbal degradation of me.

"As you want humiliation and lots of degradation, I'm going to set you a task each day. If you remember, Paul wants some photos. I'll raise the stakes, I want you to give him his photos and a nice dirty video too..." Nick said, grinning evilly. As he said this, I noticed he had my phone and he took 3 or 4 photos of me sprawled on the bed, fucking myself with the dildo.

"Videos of....what....mmmm...." I said, struggling to focus on anything under than my impending liquid explosion, my back arching in pleasure as I writhed in time to the plastic cock fuck.

"Videos of you being an obliging whore to all the guys you're going to fuck of course!" said Nick, looking at me almost mockingly as he surveyed my screwed up face and my hand between my legs as I gave myself a hard seeing-to for his enjoyment. It was my enjoyment too though and I was close to cumming.

"You're going to like that aren't you Rosie? Fucking strangers, anyone I tell you to. Each time you do, you get a video and a photo and you get him to sign your fuck book afterwards...."

This last sentence tipped me over the edge, I screamed and sobbed as an orgasm blazed across my body, lost in the physicality of being so full of dildo but just as lost in lust by the depravity of my situation and just the suggestion of the humilation he was about to wreak on me, humiliation I would be entirely complicit in.

Nick paused through the deepest part of my orgasm (taking another photo I think) as I would have been unable to hear anything he said anyway but he quickly resumed to give me further details:

"I've done some thinking. You want this as much as I do so I'm not going to let you get away with the thought that these are things you don't want to do. You're going to be as much a willing part of this as me, if not more. Get yourself together and join me in the living room. No clothes!" he said, walking off and tossing my phone onto the bed.

Getting myself together meant another wash and a cold rinse of water over my face. The day had hardly started and I'd already come and sucked Nick's cock all over my face. I didn't know if I could last the pace. Trembling with the thought and red-faced with shame again, I walked out naked to meet Nick. He was sat on the sofa, he patted it for me to join him, ogling me again as I did;

"I've given this some thought and I've come up with some scenarios. We'll set you a task that you have to complete each day and evidence with photos and a video," he said, grinning at me.

"What sort of tasks?" I said nervously, "And what's the penalty if I don't do it?" I added, not certain I wanted to know the answer.

"The penalty is that you don't get to do the one the day after. You go home," he said, a smirk on his face. This was his way of ensuring we both knew I wanted this as much as he did."

I blushed in the acceptance that he was right, going home early would be a punishment. Nick saw the defeat in my eyes and continued;

"I've written 5 scenarios out on these cards for you. You will do one of them each day but, you choose which one you do. The first one is today and as soon as you pick it, you'll need to start doing it."

He laid the five 'cards' out on the table. In reality, they were pieces of paper with some scrawled writing on them. I looked at him and then picked up the cards and read. They said as follows;

1.Slutty saleswoman -- give 3 new clients a very good deal.

2.Birthday present -- give my bro a birthday present he'll never forget.

3.Bar Pick up -- meet a stranger in a pub and fuck him.

4.Office temp who can't get enough cock

5.Dogging

My face turned crimson at reading them. Some were blatantly obvious, one or two only hinted at what I had to. I looked at Nick, his face was a picture of amused pleasure. He was clearly proud of the little game he had concocted and could probably read my reaction to them now. Disgust at the mental images of what I'd be doing, giddy lust at the degradation and dirtiness of it all. Nick took them back off me and said;

"You choose which one you want to do each day. Each one is a day time activity and you have to be back here by 6pm with the evidence. If you achieve your 'target' then I'll reward you with a nice hard fucking. Oh and best of all, if you make it through to Saturday, I have the lads coming round for football and some TV and I think you can guess what you'll be doing. Fail at any time and you go home the next day, after I've had you again one last time of course..." Paul said cockily.




One Week of Slut Pt. 02: Monday



I looked at him, my face blushing, "But..these are all with other people....I thought..."

"You thought you'd just be fucking me all week. I can see why you'd be disappointed but don't worry, just do the tasks and you'll get plenty of the Nick dick!" he said crudely, "Anyways, they should be easy for you Rosie girl, in your line of work and with you being as fit as fuck and all, guys will be falling over their own pricks to get inside you!"

I took a deep breath to collect my thoughts. I hated the idea and loved it at the same time. What was the point of being here for humiliation and degradation if I refused it when offered? I was actually surprised that Nick had so much imagination. 

The Saturday gangbang was something that almost made me cum at the very thought. I was almost sick with fear and nerves but I knew this was something I had to do. Nick was silent for a minute or two before pressing me;

"What's it to be Rosie, are you up for this or not?" he said

I looked downcast but with a slight nod of the head, I agreed. Nick nodded and smiled and waved the cards at me, "So, which one...?"

I took the cards back off him; I'd forgotten I had a choice to make. It felt so arousing to read them and for me to have to decide in what particular way I was to be humiliated that afternoon. I could hardly think but collected my thoughts and decided that number 2 or 3 at least only seemed like involving one person so being unable to decided, I went for the 'Bar Pick Up'.

Nick nodded. I almost thought he was going to say, 'good choice' as if he was a waiter and I'd just chosen a nice vintage. Instead, he stood up, took my hand and pulled me into my bedroom. He practically threw me onto the bed and told me that for each task, he would give me the clothes to wear, based on the stuff he'd asked me to pack.

As I sat there still in some shock, he started rummaging through the clothes I'd already un-packed and my bag of clothes still packed. He threw clothes at me; a pair of black lace knickers, black hold-ups, a black bra, white blouse and a suede style above the knee short skirt and told me to put them on.

I stood up and put the knickers and bra on, noticing that Nick had sat himself on a chair facing me as if he was watching a film. I put each of my legs on the bed in turn as I slipped on the hold ups and then put my blouse and skirt on. Nick pointed to a pair of high heels to complete my attire.

I looked in the mirror and had to protest to Nick; "I can't wear a black bra with this blouse, you can see right through it, " I said exasperatedly, "..and this skirt isn't long enough with stockings....look..." 

Without thinking I sat on the bed and crossed my legs, proving to a delighted Nick that my stocking tops were clearly visible. I blushed crimson. Of course, he'd been deliberately trying for those effects, I had to signal availability in some poxy bar and these clothes would do that in a very un-subtle way. I realised this and stood up embarrassed, saying no more about it.

I won't bore you with all the practicalities but Nick gave me a key to his flat, provided the full address so I could find it again and called a cab and got in it with me. As I was unfamiliar with the town, he got out the cab with me, showed me the town centre and the 'decent' bars which he said, would have the lunchtime patrons in. He even showed me one or two to stay out of, I didn't ask why. As I was surveying the landscape, I turned to find Nick was hailing a cab and he just grinned at me and got in it, returning I assumed, to his flat.

My first instinct was that this was all too much. Here I was, a successful business woman, happily married, nice respectable life before all this happened and I was now in a strange town, 300 miles from home, dressed as a cheap whore, looking for a bar to pick up and fuck a strange guy on the orders of an arrogant prick who I didn't even like. Any sane woman would have walked away, I went in the pub. 

I chose the pub that of the three I could see, seemed quieter. That sounded contradictory but it would I thought, be pointless trying to pick up in a crowded family type pub -- not that I'd ever done this before mind.

I entered with fear and trepidation, patting my skirt down as best as I could to ensure at least standing up, my stockings were out of sight beneath it. I opened the solid oak door and took the few steps over to the bar, my heels clattering on the wooden floor with each step.

Fetching my purse from my handbag, I looked up to see the barman in front of me. An old guy with droppy jowls but a friendly chubby face beneath a balding white pate. 

"What can I get you love?" he said, his eyes trying not to look down to my completely visible black bra and bursting cleavage inside my blouse. I blushed at his ogling but asked for a Gin and Tonic, knowing in my arousal that my nipples were visibly outlined beneath my bra and blouse.

He did as requested and I took my glass and turned around. The bar was almost circular and had areas of tables and chairs around it, all separated by oak beams and partition walls. The first section I looked at had a couple with two kids arguing with each other. I opted to sit at the far end almost behind the bar as it seemed quieter.

There were four sets of tables in this section facing each other. There was a guy at one of them. Perfect I thought and cringed in embarrassment immediately at what I was saying to myself -- it was perfect apparently that I'd found a guy on his own so I could let him fuck me. I didn't even know what he looked like yet!

I sat down nervously facing the guy, catching his eye as I did, making sure I crossed my legs slowly, my skirt as high as I dared. I felt sure he could see my stocking tops at soon as I sat, I hoped he could. I needed to signal not only availability but 'easy' to him as quickly as I could. 

It was probably already blatantly obvious as I'd purposely say opposite him when there were other tables and other sections of the pub empty. Once he'd noticed me, he looked across at me a few times, probably sizing me up, wondering what a single woman in a bar at lunchtime was doing there. 

I toyed with my phone once or twice feigning buzy-ness but ensured I caught his eye and smiled at him, trying to look seductive through my fear and trepidation as I sipped my drink. I gained a small victory in my efforts as I motioned to raise my skirt and pretend to scratch my leg, lifting the hem of my skirt a couple of inches further and caught him looking at me. I returned a glance at him, and locking eyes, I smiled teasingly at him, a smile that said, 'I caught you looking but I don't mind, in fact I quite liked it."

The look worked dramatically. My body language hopefully exuded 'get it here' and my guy knew it. He motioned to walk past me, glass in hand, going to the bar for another and; making it look almost like an after-thought, said to me as he sauntered past, "Err, can I buy you a drink?"

I looked up, smiled and shrugged an, "OK, sure..." as if it was a pleasant surprise but no big deal and I knew I was already on my way to taking his cock inside me. "If you make it a double..." I added trying to smile teasingly and sluttily at him. Chris looked pleasantly surprised but shrugged and set off to the bar.

He returned to my table and asked politely, with a crackly voice if he could also join me and again, I readily agreed. I learned from our awkward opening exchanges that his name was Chris, he was 44 and had been divorced from his wife for 6 months and had just that morning been for a job interview that he was convinced he had messed up.

He was just under 6 foot, seemed healthy and well-built but his manner exuded someone who was a little low in spirits and lacking confidence. Appearance wise, he had closely shaved hair, greying at the sides and 'salt and pepper' throughout. He had quite a sallow complexion, dull brown eyes but otherwise mildly handsome and pleasant, wrapped in a smart but cheap navy blue suit but seemingly at a low ebb. His repartee didn't start too well either;

"My luck might be changing at last!" He said, taking a chug of his pint.

"Why so?" I said, quizzically.

"Meeting a gorgeous lady like you in a place like this," he said, waving his arms to indicate the pub, "it's just that things haven't been going great for me of late. Job troubles, divorce troubles, money troubles. Troubles, troubles, troubles!" he said dramatically.

I looked at him, not sure what to say, hoping he wasn't going to be the self-absorbed depressive type. Not that I'd be unsympathetic at any other time, but it wasn't what I needed right then. As long as you give me a reason to I thought, you're about to get very lucky, just chat me up even moderately well and you'll see I'm on a plate for you, ready to be fucked.

Luckily, I think he realised himself if he was to have a chance with me, the self-absorbed start to his chat wouldn't do the job. He probably noticed my discomfort at not knowing what to say in response. He shrugged as if to say, 'forget that stuff, let's start again';

"Anyway, what brings you here?" he offered. My mind started working overtime immediately; I was already embroiled in god knows how many lies but I needed something plausible to make sure Chris could tell I was available, VERY available;

"Oh, just fancied a drink myself and my life's been a little dull of late I suppose. I thought I'd spice things up a little!" I offered, sounding reflective and feeling my way to a place where I could offer my pussy to this complete stranger.

"Spice your life up, in here?" Chris said, a chuckle in his voice, looking theatrically at the dull pub surroundings.

I took the joke, "Well it is quite daring for a woman to drink alone in a bar at lunchtime, even this one!" I offered, smiling, and looking flirtatiously into his eyes.

"Hehe, yeah I guess it is but what do you mean, spice your life up, what sort of spice are you looking for?" Chris added curiously.

This was too easy I thought. I never realised in the space of five minutes, I could so easily offer myself up to a strange guy in a bar. I looked at Chris hard in the eyes, took a deep sigh as I tried to feign reluctance at telling him what I was about to say;

"Well it sounds a little silly, desperate even..." I said, pretending coyness, glancing nervously at him to see if he could take the bait. I noticed with satisfaction that his eyes were scanning my cleavage and my legs. I opened up my body language, stuck my chest out and tried to hitch my skirt that little bit higher, taking a nervous gulp at my second G&T.

"Sounds interesting, go on...." Chris said, moving that little bit closer to me and trying and failing to perve all over me without me noticing.

"Well, call it a midlife crisis maybe, I don't know but, well, I have quite a dull life to be honest. I've never taken many risks and well, I feel ready to take some I guess." I offered, shrugging my shoulders and hoping he'd take the bait, but looking suitably suggestive, my eyes looking deeply into his, taking another nervous sip of gin.

"Now that's sounding even more interesting....but...well, what sort of risks are you looking to take in a mundane pub at lunchtime in a dull town?" he said, sounding intrigued and perhaps starting to get an inkling that he was about to very lucky indeed. 

I had been careful thus far to lead the conversation into this territory and I did think of ramping it up gradually, subtly and suggestively but I decided that time was not on my side and what was the point of being subtle; I needed this guy to fuck me quickly so I went all in;

"Well, how about being picked up in a bar by a complete stranger at lunchtime?" I said, looking at him almost lewdly. He almost comically choked on his beer and stared back at me.

"You mean....me..? he said, "Picked up by me...?" He was almost afraid to ask as if he couldn't quite believe his luck. I wondered just how blatantly obvious I needed to be so decided to simply tell him;

"Look, do you want to fuck me? I'm offering no strings sex, let's go somewhere, fuck and go our separate ways, no questions asked!" I said, draining my glass and trying to rise above the crimson hot flush of my face as I behaved like the cheapest of tarts. As ever, the embarrassment was also accompanied by the lurching and jolting of my pussy. I looked at Chris through my embarrassment and noticed he wasn't exactly jumping for joy. He looked nervous and anxious;

"Whoa...is this a set-up of some sorts? He said, "Or, well....sorry to ask, but are you a prostitute...?" I looked offended but it was mock offence as I could completely understand why he'd think that. I seized the opportunity, I was determined to secure his cock and get my evidence. I had another idea how to convince him, another lie but a convincing one;

"No hunni, this is the real deal. I know it's sounds bloody weird but there's no payment, no set up. I agree it's unusual and as weird as it sounds, I'm not a slut and I've never done anything like this before but well, if truth be known, it's a dare. You see me and a girlfriend of mine have set each other dares. We both have to do them. I guess were both having mid-life crises of sorts. We got drunk together one night and hatched a plan to lead more interesting and daring lives. Today's dare is to fuck a stranger. You just got lucky!" I said, shrugging my shoulders as if that was just the way it was. I continued;

"But it needs to happen now, we can go somewhere? And......well, afterwards, during even, I need some proof!" I said, cringing inwardly at this humiliating tale and the things I was having to say.

"Proof? No way, this is some sort of blackmail thing, right? You're going to film me doing something to you and blackmail me with the evidence!" Chris said, obviously still not believing his luck and his mindset probably reflecting his bad run of luck of late. I could hardly blame the guy. Without being too harsh on him, how often would an attractive woman have offered him sex on a plate at a dingy pub at lunchtime!

I got bolder, I felt I had to as he was freaking out a little. I took his hand and placed it on my stockinged knee. He looked down and looked back into my eyes as I felt his hand reach hesitantly up my skirt. I looked him deep in the eye, through my little gasp as his fingers trailed my thighs below the table and felt the lace of my knickers, as he looked around the bar nervously to ensure no-one had seen us.

"Take me somewhere and fuck me. No questions asked. I'll give you my phone and you take some photos of me while you're doing me. Whatever you want. You'll be in control, you won't see your face in the photos unless you want to and you can check each one after it's been taken. But this is a one off. No strings; afterwards, we walk away and don't see other again," I said, surprisingly emboldened and even empowered by having to take charge of the situation, it felt almost as though I was back in work making business decisions.

Chris starting believing, "And you'll show the photos to your friend, as proof you've done the dare?" He said, his hands still roaming around inside my skirt.

"That's right," I said, "And she'll do the same for me. She's a fast worker, she's probably on her back already!" I said, smiling at Chris nervously, encouraging him to get with the programme.

He still wasn't sure, "But...well, why me...I mean you're so...gorgeous and well, I'm not exactly God's gift...?" he said, trying to pull defeat from the jaws of an easy victory.

I shrugged. In this context I could tell like it is, "To be honest hun, just because you were there. You got lucky. I've never seen you before but that's the whole point of the game. Total stranger." I said, giving him a smile of reassurance. It worked;

"Well, OK then, sure, I mean wow!" Chris said, still not quite daring to believe, but my cover story and the free grope had convinced him. He looked puzzled again though, "we can go back to mine, I'm on my own but well, I'm a little embarrassed, it's a taxi ride and I'm not sure I have enough to get us there, that last round cleaned me out...we could get a bus maybe..?" He offered apologetically.

He was very embarrassed, I felt a lovely wash of humiliation, served up completely accidently by him; not only would I offer him a ridiculously easy fuck, I would have to pay for the taxi to get us to where it would happen. I wasn't sure whether it was actually true or if he was trying to corroborate my cover story by making me stump up some money and to not see him as a source of cash. I reassured him I'd pay and not to worry and we quickly finished our drinks and hailed a cab outside.

The cab ride was strained and awkward as we hadn't even had time to really feel comfortable in each other's company. I expect he was nervous and still doubting that this was for real. I was almost in shock, still not quite believing I was traveling in a taxi to be fucked by a stranger that I'd just given myself too. We hardly spoke, just exchanging coy smiles and looks but the throb in my pussy reflected the humiliating danger I was already feeling.

I asked Chris of the address and sent it to Nick as a text, telling Chris that I was texting my girlfriend to advise her where I was in case anything happened. I half-joked to him that he could be some sort of serial killer for all I knew. He smiled and assured me he wasn't!

After what seemed like an age, Chris gave the cab driver some more specific directions and we turned into a nice suburban cul-de-sac. I had thought he'd be in a poky flat or bedsit but it turned out to be a three-bedroom bungalow, very neat and tidy. As I paid the driver and stepped out of the taxi on my high heels, I looked at my watch. It was already 3pm and I had three hours to get myself a humiliating video and some photos sorted for the benefit of both Nick and my hubby who would be sent them later.

Emboldened by the urgency and my three lunchtime gins, I took the lead by asking where the bedroom was as soon as he unlocked the door. He smiled in amazement at my near desperation and led me through the hall, across the lounge and into his bedroom. I barely noticed my surroundings but it was a typical bedroom with an obligingly large bed. Not the tidiest of rooms, dirty socks and boxers littered the floor. No time for that though I thought, get his cock inside you girl and get the evidence....

Chris sat on the bed while I stood. He smiled and said to me, "You'd better pass me your phone then, let's give your friend some hard evidence!" I blushed a little at the double entendre but smiled, happy that he was now more comfortable and assertive with the whole thing. I slid my bag to my knee and passed him my phone. 

As he was looking down at the phone, trying to work out how to use it, I nervously unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it to the floor. He looked up, about to ask me how to access the camera and video when he saw me standing there in just my black bra. His eyes lit up as they focused on my tits. I felt alive with the situation all of a sudden and lust and shame overtaking me, I determined to let my slut run wild as best I could, I actually felt empowered. I leaned over and showed him how to access and use the video feature;

"Turn the video on!" I said to him. As I saw him do it and point the phone at me, I knew I was now doing a show for three different men. I wanted to make it dirty but I was still as nervous as hell, with a voice crackling from the tension I began;

"Hi hunni," I said looking into the camera phone(keeping the greeting gender neutral as I was conscious that I'd told Chris this was for my girlfriend) and taking a deep, nervous intake of breath continued, "You asked me to fuck a stranger so here I am. I'm just about to get my tits out for him before showing him my cunt, which is so wet he's not going to have any trouble fucking me. As soon as I'm naked though, he's going to film me crawl over to him and suck his cock a little! Oh, and I only met him an hour ago!" I said, blushing nervously but totally aroused at what I was doing.




One Week of Slut Pt. 02: Monday



That said, I followed my own script. I looked Chris in the eyes, determined to do a good slut show. Maintaining eye contact still, I drew my clammy hands behind me and I un-clasped my bra, letting it slide into my folded arms. 

My face hot with the thrill of exposure, I smiled nervously at Chris before dropping my arms to my side, letting my boobs bounce into clear view. He stared and shouted 'Wow' as he looked freely at my jugs. I saw the lust in his eyes as he took a deep lingering look at them. 

I trailed my hands over my globes before reaching down to unzip my skirt, letting it also drop to the floor so that I was now standing in just knickers, stockings and heels in front of a guy I'd met barely an hour ago, pointing a phone camera at me;

"Make sure you get this next bit hunni," I said, as I dropped to my knees and sidled over to Chris, "I'm going to pull your cock out and suck it for you. Is that OK" I said, looking into the camera that he pointed straight at me. He moaned in response. I wasted no time, I unbuttoned him and yanked his pants and boxers down to the floor until a moderately thick cock sprang out, an inch from my face.

I looked up at Chris and into the camera as I took hold of his cock by the root, pulled his foreskin back and slid my lips over his tool. I kept eye contact porno-style as I began to suck, exaggerating my head movements as I twisted the angle of my mouth as I accepted his length feeling it stiffen all the time. I just concentrated on the head of his cock as I closed my lips around it, occasionally and almost theatrically pulling it out my mouth and licking the length up and down for the camera, while my fingers wrapped around his shaft firmly.

Chris had one hand holding the phone and one now clenching my hair. I felt him clenching tighter as his cock head lurched in and out my mouth. He was either out of practice or I had sucked so much cock of late I was now an expert but I knew just a couple of minutes in, that he would have come within a few more slides of my mouth over his pole. Luckily, he had other ideas and he took charge a little;

"Oh fuck...fuck....he said, wait!" And in doing so, pulled his prick out my mouth, "I'm not wasting this, I'm having that pussy too!" As he said this, he pulled me over to the bed and spun me around. He yanked my knickers down urgently, tossed them across the floor and shoved my legs open roughly and knelt between them. Not wasting any time, he grabbed hold of his cock and forced it into my wet snatch, grunting contentedly as he easily slid his length up me, groaning as he held is still inside me, his full shaft all the way up me.

I looked up at him obligingly as he started to hump me slowly. He smiled back, getting a good feel of my tits and sliding his hands all over my body. I thought of him as a starving man in front of a feast, determined to get his fill of whatever he could while I was offering it to him on a proverbial plate. In fact, I felt more like a cheap whore right there and then than I did with Nick. With Nick it was some sort of game but as Chris pumped me full of dick, I felt like the obliging whore who had offered her cunt to him when seemingly no other woman would. 

I felt wonderful at that moment as I saw the lust and need in Chris' eyes as he watched his slippery shaft drive in and out of this cheap slut who he'd only just picked up in a bar. He remembered to film now and then. In between times, he placed the phone on my stomach as he concentrated more on shafting me, his hands moving to my hips to give himself balance as he let me have it. Whether he sensed it was what I wanted or just wanted to talk, he began to offer me some delicious humiliation;

"Fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this," he said in time with his cock strokes, "I have to say babe, you're one easy lay!" He said it with a smile, intended as a joke but it sent a jolt of pleasure across my body and intensified what pleasure I was getting from his fuck strokes. Revelling in the humiliation I tried to goad him into more;

"Mm yes, fuck me hard honey, I'm so easy, do me like a cheap tart. Use my pussy...." As I said this, I drew my hand down to my clit and began to toy with myself. My dirty talk got him more fired up and he fucked me with gusto, a full thrust as he went deep up me, his balls bouncing beneath his shaft;

"Sorry to say it hun, but you really are a cheap tart! I only met you an hour or two ago. I'm nothing much to look at and I haven't had a shag in months but here I am filming you taking my dick just so you can win a bet, I wish there were more girls as easy as you!"

He paused as he said this, resting his cock up to the hilt inside my pussy. He was trying to last out and enjoy his easy fuck for as long as he could. He resumed slowly but persistently after a minute or so and also resumed his chat; "in fact, I'd be prepared to bet there is no friend, it's just an excuse isn't it? A cover story so you can get some afternoon cock inside you?"

This development sent me wild with excitement, my pussy lurched erotically, I was loving the humiliation and I was going to join in with him and help him do it, "Oh fuck yes, you're right, there is no friend. I was just in the bar waiting to be picked up," I said, groaning through his full thrusts, my clit throbbing in my fingers;

"I'm such a slut, I just need cock all the time. I love being such an easy fuck, slam that dick inside me, use me like the cheap tart I am!" 

As he did just that, the fingers in my clit and his cock inside me sent me over the edge and I came obligingly for him, groaning loudly as the world went fuzzy. He looked at me and grinned, seemingly happier that I was here just because I was a dirty slut rather than someone fulfilling a bet.

"You nasty whore, mmmm...." Chris said. As he did so, he pulled his cock clean out of me and stood up. He pulled me onto my knees urgently. One hand on his cock, and one holding the camera phone, he said, "I'm going to treat you like the whore you are and empty my nuts all over your face, are you ready, here it comes!" 

There wasn't even time for me to answer, Chris groaned, his hand gripping his shaft and I felt his knees shudder and that now familiar sensation of spunk splashing against my face as he coated my nose and mouth at close range. Getting in the full spirit of it now, he smeared his cock horizontally across my lips before collapsing in a heap on the floor, the phone falling to the ground. I leaned back on the bed exhausted by the action, sperm already running down my face.

A minute or two later, and a very different Chris piped up;

"Oh my God, Rosie, I'm so sorry!" He said, his voice shredded with nerves.

I looked at him puzzled, "Sorry for what?" I said, looking back at him with his come all over my face but not knowing what he was talking about.

"For saying all that shit, calling you a whore and stuff, I just got carried away, it's been so long since I...and well..I lost it..." 

"Oh hunni, don't worry about, I love all that slut talk, it's part of the fun for me!" I said warmly, "right now though, I have to get this come cleaned up!" I said, laughing. Chris laughed too in relief and pointed me to the bathroom; satisfied I wasn't angry with him. I got cleaned up, and returning to the lounge, picked up my clothes and got dressed again.

Chris was in the kitchen when I returned and was making some tea;

"You can stay for a quick cuppa I hope?" He said, noticing me looking at my watch. I didn't have to be back until 6 so I had plenty of time yet. I agreed and sat at the kitchen table with him, chatting idly for a while with him as we sipped tea very politely and civilised.

After some meaningless conversation exchanges, Chris sighed and said, "Well I don't think that will ever happen to me again!"

"What?" I said, puzzled.

"Meeting a girl in a bar and fucking her the same afternoon!" he said, grinning.

I blushed but smiled, "You never know what's round the corner!" I said, a little cliched but not being able to think of anything else to say.

"I guess not," Chris said, "But I've been on my own for a while now. Who knows when my next blow job will happen!" He laughed self-deprecatingly and I smiled at him. We finished our tea a few minutes later and Chris phoned me a cab.

"It will be five minutes." he said, "and...well, er...thanks again!" he added, shrugging and not knowing quite what to say in such an unusual situation.

For some reason, I had an overwhelming urge to give this guy another break, he seemed so down on himself and so in need of something going right for him;

"You know you did get one thing right earlier..."I said, looking at him keenly. He looked back confused, "What's that?" he said in a verbal shrug.

"I really am a slut!" As I said this, I pushed Chris gently against the wall, and in a quick fluid motion, slid to my knees. I rubbed his crotch tenderly and looked up at him, giving him my most wanton look;

"You're gonna have to help me out though. Taxi's here in 5 minutes. If you can manage to fill my mouth in that time then you'll have your next blow job right here and now?" I said, feeling dizzy and so energized from the power of the gift I was bestowing on him, the gift of easy sex.

"Oh fuck yes!" He said, "Quick, get my cock in your mouth then, slut!" He said in semi-mock urgency, not quite believing his luck.

I set to work quickly, I unzipped him, fished his near flaccid cock out of his pants and engulfed it in my mouth. I could taste our dried fluids from earlier all over his dick. I looked up at Chris as I felt his cock quickly harden in my mouth. Enough now that I could slide my lips over the shaft softly. I built up a quick rhythm and as he got harder, I bobbed my head quickly back and forwards over his prick, this time feeling the head of it nudge against my throat. 

I put my hands around his bum and started to push him into me rhythmically, encouraging him to fuck my mouth and he quickly got the idea as loud slurping noises now filled the room as Chris ran his fingers through my hair and pumped his dick into my mouth, getting into a rhythm so he could build up to another orgasm. 

I could tell by his moans and groans that he was closing in on his goals. As his pace increased, I heard the loud beeb of the taxi outside. Chris timed it just right. As he groaned loudly one last time, he held my head in place with his cock jammed in my mouth and as I'd instructed, filled my mouth with jizz, his knees buckling in front of him as I felt his fluid collate in my mouth.

I swallowed it all greedily and sucked the rest of his shaft clean, quickly. The taxi bleeped impatiently again outside so I jumped up, collected my things and waved a little coyly at the totally stunned but satiated Chris before opening the door and heading for the taxi.

As I got in the taxi and settled into the journey home, I surveyed the video and pictures Chris had taken. I panicked as I clicked 'play' on the video as the sound was on and I feared giving the cab driver an insight into exactly what I'd been doing. I'd probably already giving him an eyeful of stocking top with my short skirt riding up on the back seat. The video started quietly though with my striptease and I watched fascinated at my own actions and demeanour as I gave Chris easy use of my mouth and pussy, really weird considering I'd probably never see him again.

As I could still taste his sperm in my mouth, I reflected on the experience. I was shocked at how enjoyable I'd found it. What I'd enjoyed so much paradoxically was actually the feeling of control and the ability I'd had to make this guy's day, make his year in fact. 

The power of being able to 'reward' him sexually and bestow satisfaction on him was intoxicating and was truly the feeling of an authentic whore. I'd loved the look in his eyes both times he was delivering his spunk over me, it wasn't superior, arrogant domination, it was gratitude and I felt great that it was my mouth and pussy that had given him that feeling, that I was able to satisfy a hunger in him by offering my slutty body to him.

MONDAY EVENING

Not that I was short of an arrogant dominator in my life at that precise time. I was just at the door to Nick's place again, happy I had met the first challenge and ready to submissively deliver the vid and pictures to him. As I entered his place again, using the key I had now been given, it was all quiet inside. Looking into the lounge, Nick was practically horizontal on his recliner chair, snoring. He didn't look the most edifying of sights in stained T-shirt, jogging bottoms and holy socks.

As I walked across to the bathroom to freshen up, he roused and by the time I had washed, brushed my teeth and went the loo, he was awake by the time I got back;

"Hey, slut, how did it go. What's your excuse?" He grinned.

"Excuse, for what..?" I said, realising immediately that he was expecting me to tell him that I had failed the first task. He'd obviously not even seen the text I'd sent him about my location earlier -- so much for having me using him as some sort of protector I thought.

"Excuse for why you haven't done as you were told. Couldn't find any guys? Couldn't chat one up? Felt too self-conscious...?" He said, noticing that I had a wry smile and starting to realise he'd got it wrong.

"Take a look I said," tossing him the phone, "No excuses required!"

Nick caught the phone and rummaged on it to find the video. He started to play it, looking up at me in some surprise. I felt another pang of embarrassment as I realised what he was about to see.

"Fuck you did it as well. What a dirty whore. A twelve minute clip eh!?" He paused the video just at the point I was taking my blouse off in front of Chris. He stood up and headed off to his room quickly with a sense of purpose. As he was about to enter the bedroom, he turned to me and shouted;

"Clothes off Rosie. Just your stockings. I'm going to slam your brains out."

My stomach lurched a little in anticipation as I set off to my bedroom to take my clothes off, all except my stockings of course but surveying myself in the mirror as I undressed, my black stockings had some miscellaneous stains on them. I slipped them off and slipped a new pair over my legs and returned to the lounge. Nick was still in his room. I knocked, what was the protocol here?

I heard him shout to me to get in. As I did, I saw Nick was standing, totally naked in front of his PC, he had transferred my movie to his computer and it was playing. It was just up to the bit where I was fishing Chris' cock out of his pants. Nick turned to me and motioned for me to join him. My nipples were hard and aroused as my naked boobs swayed with my walk. As I walked closer, my breath was taken by the sight of Nick's cock already rock hard as he slowly wanked himself to the video.

I just stood next to him and watched. He looked at me cockily (pun intended!) from the corner of his eyes as he saw me stare in fascination at the throbbing nob in his hand. He turned to face me;

"I bet you wanna suck this again, huh?" 

I looked him in the eye and back to his cock, I looked at the screen and saw myself with a mouthful of a stranger's dick. I couldn't speak, I just nodded. Nick grinned with this further homage to his ego. He didn't want sucking just yet though, he turned a few degrees to move his cock closer to me and grabbed my hand, drawing it over his dick. I took the opportunity and grasped his throbbing erection in my right hand;

"Now toss me off while we both watch what a filthy slut you've been!" He said, his face looking at the screen intently, "why did you pick this guy, looks like a loser to me although he got lucky this afternoon alright! I can smell his spunk on you, dirty whore!" he snorted as an aside. 

I didn't reply, my head was mashed up, I was watching myself suck off a stranger on TV while I had a huge prick throbbing keenly in my hand. I tugged lusciously on his foreskin, up and down his thick pole, marvelling at his heavy balls rocking in time with my tugs and breathless from how thick it was in my hand.

"Oh yes, looks like you're about to be fucked...mmm...go on fella, pound the cheap slut! Nick said. I continued to toss him off feeling waves of humiliation sweep deliciously across me as I watched Chris feed his pole inside me as my legs were opened lewdly;

"Could have picked one with a bigger prick though!" Nick quipped, "You can hardly see his little porky on the screen!" As he said this, he pushed me down to the floor and, searching for my mouth, he fed his lengthy dick in my mouth and immediately set about pushing his rod in and out of my lips. He was close to cumming. He fast forwarded the movie desperately, for the time being holding his cock so that only the head of it was in my mouth.

He was looking for the money shot obviously and as he found it, he started thrusting into my mouth again. Noticing on screen that Chris was about to spray his come over me, Nick followed suit, he pulled his shaft from my mouth just in time for him to grab it and steady his aim as a thick jet of semen shot out of his slit and landed on the bridge of my nose. He groaned and told me to take my second load of the day (unaware as yet that it was actually the third) as jets of come landed on my face.

Offering his cock for cleaning, I slurped greedily on it again as I licked and sucked him dry on my knees, my face coated in sticky sperm. Nick pushed me away impatiently and told me to get cleaned up. He said to come back to the bedroom and we would send Paul the required evidence. I ran to the bathroom and once again that day washed come from my face.

"Send a text to Paul and ask him for his email address," Nick said as I returned to the room, still naked apart from my stockings. I already knew my husband's address of course but asked anyway so I could keep up the pretence to Nick. Paul was obviously waiting to hear from me and realising his part in the pretence, texted his email address back. I gave the phone to Nick who read the address and sent Paul the video. 

Nick turned to me and said, "Of course you didn't quite carry out all my instructions..."

I looked shocked, I couldn't think why, "Why do you mean? I fucked a stranger, you just saw me!" I implored questioningly. I actually panicked thinking that I would be sent home!

"The book. I told you yesterday to record all the cums in a book and you didn't even take it with you!" As he said this, he tossed the book to me. I had completely forgotten about the book.

"I'll fill it in now then!" I said, blushing at the indignity of having to write down such things. He nodded and threw a pen at me. I wrote under the Monday page in the style I'd knew he'd want from me:

SWALLOWED CUM FROM NICK IN HIS FRONT ROOM. TOOK A CUM SHOT OVER MY FACE FROM CHRIS, A GUY I MET IN A BAR. SWALLOWED CUM FROM CHRIS AS I WAITED FOR TAXI. TOOK A CUM SHOT FROM NICK AS HE WATCHED ME WITH CHRIS.

I nervously handed the book back to Nick, knowing that one of those cum-shots was still a surprise to him. He read it and snorted in amusement, "You sucked that loser off again! When you didn't even have to, what a slut!" he said, turning to face me. 

I blanched in embarrassment and could only shrug my shoulders, what else could I say?

"Of course, the idea of the book was supposed to be that the guys signed it when they've used you but we can skip that bit I guess! Now go and relax and call in to Paul as he's asked of you. Your Monday log hasn't finished yet though. I'm just deciding whether its cunt or arse I want but I'll let you know later!" With that, he gave me an arrogant wave of dismissal and I walked off into my room, thoroughly humiliated again.

On returning to my room, I phoned Paul;

"Hi Paul, how....how are you?" I said, nervously wondering how to start a conversation with my own husband.




One Week of Slut Pt. 03: Tuesday



TUESDAY MORNING

As my phone vibrated noisily on my bedside cabinet at 6.30am, I leaned over groggily. My first sensations were queasiness from the bottle of wine I'd had last night after Nick had finished with me and then the dull soreness in my pussy and bum, also after Nick had finished with them. 

As I dizzily got to an upright position and sat up blinking in the half light, I turned my phone off and got up to have a lengthy and invigorating shower, wondering what further delicious tribulations would befall me today. 

As had happened yesterday, my body reacted to the soothing cleanse of the hot soapy water and I got giddy with lust again as I recalled the routine I had been instructed to follow. Master wants a morning breakfast complete with cock suck I thought, my mouth almost salivating pathetically as I revelled in the fact that I knew in just over an hour I'd have my lips wrapped firmly around his cock once more.

I also knew something of my day time activities too. You will know that Paul had already selected for me the 'slutty saleswoman' card from Nick's selection yesterday and after the events described in the previous chapter, Nick talked me through it in basic form over a couple of bottles of wine last night. 

He told me he ran a home improvements company and every so often, got temps or work experience kids to do some door to door selling. The services were things like house cleaning, gutter repairs, electrical checks, lawn cutting that sort of thing.

Nick also showed me through a catalogue he'd had printed some time ago where all the services were priced and clients could buy a one off service or a regular weekly or monthly offering. Quite a neat idea really although according to Nick, it hadn't been doing too well recently with the recession as people considered it to be a luxury to have someone else do some of these things. That's where I came in, I would provide some 'incentive' to clients.

This was obviously very morally dubious but I don't think even Nick anticipated a sizeable increase in profit from this; it was just another method of humiliating me. He didn't give me further details, but helpfully stated, "I'll give you the full low-down in the morning when you've got my cock down your throat again."

I was pushing the boundaries of arousal this week I thought, as I considered snaking my fingers between my legs as I continued in the shower. How long could someone be aroused for without collapsing from exhaustion!? It felt like I was going to spend the whole week in a perpetual state of souped-up slutty arousal. I was damp and giddy even as I got out the shower just from thinking through yesterday's events and what awaited me today.

As I towelled myself off, I threw my dressing gown on at first and left the bedroom to the kitchen where I started breakfast for the 'Master' of the house. As the sausages and bacon sizzled slowly, I returned to the bedroom and got ready. I found my thought processes at such times so humiliating and demeaning. 

First of all I had to recollect what he had instructed. I recalled a black skirt with no top. So the top was easy, nothing on, tits hanging out. I had two black skirts to choose from. I formed a mental image of me on the bed sucking him off and decided he'd prefer me in the looser flared knee-length skirt rather than the shorter mini type skirt I had. I had to consider whether I should slip into my hold ups or not. Nick usually wanted me in them but hadn't specified so I left them off on this occasion.

I put the skirt on and sat down in front of the mirror. I fixed my hair the best I could and decided to quickly apply some lipstick. I had some that Paul often referred to as 'blow job red' so I applied this, smacked my lips together and headed out to finish the breakfast. How deliciously humiliating to have to think of how best to please and gain the approval of the arrogant fucker that I was just about to suck off!

It felt so strange in the kitchen as I put Nick's breakfast on the plate, topless and knowing that in just a couple of minutes I would have to silently suck his cock. I left some breakfast in the pan for me afterwards but now I had a mouthful of a different sort to sample. 

My legs trembled with nerves but my pussy ached and throbbed between them as I approached the door and with a gently submissive knock, pushed the door inward slightly with my elbow.

To take the piss a little further, Nick shouted, "Enter," to me as he heard the knock, making me feel like a serving wench to the Lord and Master. As I walked in, he was sprawled on the bed with the covers off, his cock erotically hard already. He sat up on the bed a little further and pointed and grinned at me, indicating where to put the tray (bedside cabinet)obviously pleased with my obedience and the sight of his topless maid obediently waiting to service him.

I lowered the tray to the cabinet and hesitated. I almost lost my nerve in the situation but I didn't. Letting go of the tray, I clambered on to the bed next to him uncertainly and trembling. He hadn't specified how he wanted his cock sucked so I did it as erotically as I could. I knelt on the bed facing the other way from him and, my heavy tits running along his chest and stomach; quickly snaked my hands around his already engorged shaft.

My motivation in this position was typically slutty. I was already aroused from my dirty thoughts in the shower and doubly so now that I had just took a firm grasp of his cock in my hand and was currently licking it like some sort of ice cream, my tongue probing his cock slit. With my flared skirt on, I knew he could see my pussy easily and I emphasised this by lowering my back and raising my bum.

As I began to take luscious bobs up and down his thick shaft, my hair trailing his thighs and between his legs, I cupped his balls and squeezed them. I groaned contentedly as my plan came together and I felt Nick's right hand slide up my skirt and straight for my hot slit. He almost immediately twisted his index finger and popped it inside me, starting to almost absent-mindedly finger fuck me; my pussy was so wet, it squelched noisily to his touch and almost involuntarily I began to rock back and forwards to fuck myself with his fingers.

I continued to work on his dick. I felt sure he wanted this to be essentially functional. Suck him as quick as I could, swallow his load and start the day. This was my aim as I lowered my face as flat as I could on his stomach, snaked out my tongue and licked his shaft all the way up to the slit. On doing this, I then slid my mouth all the way down his thick pulsing shaft until my throat was impaled on his dick. As I deep throated him, I gently squeezed his balls, letting them move around in their sack as I fondled them.

He gasped loudly now as I increased the pace and slid up and down his pole at a pace, bucking my hips as I did so; my pussy meeting his fingers on every down-stroke. My blow job reverie was interrupted though as he pulled my head up and away from his glistening shaft.

"Mm, you're getting better at sucking my cock every day Rosie girl!" he said, "Nearly blew my nuts then before I've even told you about your task today. Stay!" As he said this, I remained in place essentially on all fours on his bed, arse up in the air, skirt crumpled around my waist. He slid out from under me off the end of the bed and, grasping his thick cock in his hand, moved in behind me. 

Without feeling the need to ask, he roughly pulled my skirt all the way over my waist, waggled his cock against my slippery slit to find the entrance and without any pretensions of grace or elegance, fed it into me firmly, keeping up enough pressure to resist the tightness of my pussy as he buried his full length into me gradually letting out a contended sigh as he entered me.

I arched my back in pain and pleasure as I felt my pussy walls forced to grip this big length of flesh inside me again. I pressed my arse up higher in the air to give him easier access so it would stop smarting quickly and just start to feel pleasurable. As he started to slowly fuck me he told me of the day ahead;

"I like to be just on the verge of filling you with spunk as I give you instructions girl, helps to remind you of your place!" As he said this, he gave me an extra hard thrust which cost me a yelp of pain and forced my whole body to jolt forwards, He continued to fuck me, his hands squeezing my hips as he delivered his demands of the day;

"You seemed to enjoy fucking that loser guy so much yesterday and you've chosen to be a slutty saleswoman for the day. You're going to take my catalogue around the estates and use this slut cunt, or whatever else it takes to make at least 3 sales. Get whatever photos or vids you can and I want to see you record the cums in your book. Is that clear?" Nick said, as he marked almost each sentence with a hip thrust and a deep cock shove deep inside me.

I was being ridden and rutted again and I could hardly breathe. I just barely managed a, "Mmm....yes.....yes...its clear..." as he fucked me hard.

"I know it's clear and I can feel how much this is turning you on you cheap tart," Nick leered, probably referring to my pussy which was streaming juices over his thick shaft and milking his pole. As he said this, he gripped my hips more firmly and fucked me in long determined strokes. My head lolled in my 'on all fours' position on the bed. 

It's very rare for me to come from just fucking without direct clit stimulation but this time it was the sheer dirtiness of everything he said coupled with the feeling of just kneeling there being rutted and taken that sent me way over the edge and I sobbed out a loud groan as my pussy convulsed in high pleasure over his shaft. Nick didn't seem to care, he plowed on three or four more strokes until he pushed me flat on the bed, aimed his cock head over me and sent ribbons of come over my back and my bum, waving his cock like some sort of fire hose over me.

He groaned inwardly as he came down from the high leaning into me to rub his fresh sperm into my bum and then offering up his slippery cock which I took in my mouth to suck clean. A minute later, he pulled me off the bed and dismissed me as he said his breakfast was getting cold and that next day we had to stick to the plan of me sucking cock while he ate his breakfast, like what had just happened was in some way my fault!

I was messed up and dirty again. I left the bedroom and had to have another shower. I returned, still unsteady on my feet, re-heated my breakfast and ate it with a cup of tea as I tried to restore some semblance of calm sanity to my proceedings. Not sure why I even bothered trying really because as soon as I'd finished my breakfast, Nick came to join me to pick out my clothes for my next task.

He practically frog-marched me into the bedroom. I had put on my dressing gown again after my shower so I could eat my breakfast with a little dignity but this was crudely pulled off me by Nick as he threw it across the floor and proceeded to dress me like a doll;

"Stockings on again slut, black hold ups!" he said leeringly, watching my every movement as I slid each nylon over my leg and waited for further instructions;

"We need to leave these punters in no doubt as to what you are.." he said thoughtfully as he surveyed my legs, my bare pussy twinging in response to his easy gaze. How many times had I been naked in front of Nick already but still my face was flushed in embarrassment standing there so exposed in just my black hold ups about to be told what to wear. To my mortification, the clothes he chose for me did very little to cover my exposure.

He chose an above the knee A-line beige skirt of mine. I do sometimes wear this to the office but always with tights. As I put it on, both Nick and I could see why he'd chosen it. Standing up, the hem only just covered the stocking tops. As had happened yesterday, Nick had me sit on the edge of the bed and cross my legs. He was delighted with the view as the hem of the skirt lifted obligingly to fully reveal my stocking tops beneath. Obviously the effect he was trying for and one that would easily signal my sluttiness to my soon-to-be clients.

He had me try on two or three tops, initially without a bra. They were obscene. In my souped-up state of arousal, my nipples poked out so obviously and crudely. I pleaded with Nick not to make me go out like that, I could be arrested I thought! I don't think it was this that swayed him, more that he was looking for some image, perhaps 'professional lady but total slut if needed to be'. He agreed I could wear a bra but wanted one that 'pushed my tits right into the eyes of the punters.' 

I helped him with my humiliation as I was becoming increasingly prone to do; I had a white push up bra that was almost invisible under the white blouse he had chosen for me. I tried it on and put on the blouse again. Nick whistled mockingly and said I looked every inch the slut. He did however walk over and unbutton one extra button so the 'punters' as he called them had a very easy view of my cleavage.

He pulled me in front of the mirror so we could both look at the slutty saleswoman fully. At a very cursory glance, she did indeed look like a business woman but one showing far too much cleavage and when she sat down, one wearing inappropriately slutty stockings for a professional woman. I looked at myself and was still very nervous;

"Nick, I can't go out like this. I'm virtually naked. Can't I put some knickers on at least, and a longer skirt, and do some more buttons up?" I pleaded. Nick looked at me like a lion stalking his prey;

"No you fuckin' can't. I've only just fucked you yet looking at this," he said, his hands running over my tits and my arse, "I could easily do you again right now." With that he surprised me by leaning in and kissing me, his tongue roughly finding its way inside my mouth. It was a fleeting moment of affection if that's what it could be called. He pulled away and said:

"...But my cock will have to wait until this evening, you've got deals to do Rosie girl. Your cunt and ass belong to the estate this morning; let's see who takes the offer up!" With that, he gave me a swat of the arse and told me to walk through to the lounge with him, once I had put on my high heels.

He gave me the catalogue and told me he would be driving me there. The challenge was that I had until 5pm to secure three 'sales' but also to provide evidence of three 'cums'; these didn't have to be from the same people, Nick coaxingly said he'd leave the detail up to me, just that I had to return with 3 sign ups and 3 proofs of come.

As I sat in Nick's car feeling completely exposed as the thin fabric of my blouse felt so negligent on me, I began to focus on my task. My stomach did cartwheels of knotted nerves and I actually thought I would be physically sick half way into the brief journey. My legs felt exposed and even sitting in the car, I had to pull heavily on my skirt to ensure no stocking tops appeared.

Nick essentially drove me around the estate. There were about 6 or 7 'closes' of about 25 houses each in a cul-de-sac type style and two fairly modern and respectable looking tower blocks. Not the huge tall skyscraper affairs but apartment type buildings that reminded me of student halls when I was at Uni years ago.

As I stepped out of Nick's car with instructions to return no later than 5.30 in a taxi, the gravity of my predicament hit me. Here I was again. In another walk of life a respected businesswoman and community role model and now here I was, cleavage poking out, no knickers and almost displaying my stockings knowing I was about to look for three strange guys to either fuck or suck or something. I almost cried in anguish as I took a few faltering steps onto the estate wondering how the hell I would accomplish this fresh humiliation; feeling unsteady on my heels already, it was all I could do to concentrate on walking properly.

Without much conscious thought other than the consideration that the flats were sort of indoors and they allowed for less neighbourly 'curtain twitching' and a little more discreet privacy I headed anxiously and slowly to the first tower block. I don't know why but I headed for the very top floor and pressed the lift into action, my stomach doing cartwheels as I ascended.

I got out of the lift in some fear and trepidation. As I approached the first door, I could almost hear my heart leaping out of my chest in anxiety. It thumped in time with my heels clacking on the uneven grey concrete of the corridor. As I rang the bell of the first red door, my palms were damp, my mouth was dry and I was not at all confident that I could speak to whoever answered.

The bell rang shrilly, making my jump in my nervous state. I waited and nothing happened. I rang the bell again and nothing. In fact, I got around three doors ringing them all and nothing. I began to feel relieved but at the same time anxious. What a mental mess I was. I didn't want to do this yet I was equally sure I didn't want to not do it. If I failed I would be sent home and the competitor in me couldn't stomach that.

Whether this was a real threat of Nick's or not wasn't really the important thing, it was the game; the game of humiliation. Nick was setting me a task and without really knowing why, I was determined to do it. 

Perhaps it was the competitive streak in me but also perhaps the desire to seize the moment and the opportunity to continue this weird and intense experience that I simply couldn't have imagined even 6 months ago. In many ways I was testing the boundaries of the whole slut thing and was seeing if I could outdo Nick and be every bit as slutty as he was tasking me to be. I hadn't reached my boundaries yet I thought with some perhaps misplaced pride as I determined to join Nick in humiliating myself some more to grab hold of some need deep within me.

As these thoughts whirled in my head, I absent-mindedly rang bell number 4 and this time, to my alarm, the door opened quickly and I was face to face with my first client. I flinched in surprise, even more so when a woman answered the door. If I was less panicked, I could almost have laughed at this. I hadn't even considered that there was just as much chance (if not more) of a woman answering as a man; just that I'd been so focussed on hordes of dirty old men staring at my tits that I imagined there would be one behind each door.

The woman held the door ajar and looked at me politely at first. She was probably about my age, medium reddish brown hair, pulled back in braids. She leaned her head into me to indicate that I should really say something. Still recovering my composure I began;

"I...er.....I'm here on behalf of Western Home Improvements.....you....er ...may have heard of us locally?" I said, meeting her gaze. She looked at me and exasperatingly, looked me up and down, particularly my cleavage bursting obscenely out my blouse;

"Oh, yeah. I think I've seen a few leaflets love but I'm not interested thanks. My fella does all that stuff himself..." she said, shrugging.

"Are you sure I can't interest you. Perhaps I could show you through our catalogue," I replied, actually feeling like a saleswoman for the first time. She looked at me again and shook her head;

"No, sorry love not this time." She motioned to close the door but paused and opened it a little again," Oh and love, I'd be careful walking around this estate dressed like that, people will think your giving out altogether different services if you catch my drift!?" 

As she said this, she drew her hands to her own breasts and motioned to lift them up, her gaze on my exposure. Her expression was one of distaste as if she could tell easily I was using my cleavage to make sales. I was indeed doing exactly that and lots more and as I turned on my heels, I felt my face hot with shame feeling rightly that I had been chided by a woman with more self-respect than I was showing right then.




One Week of Slut Pt. 03: Tuesday



Those thoughts were strangely part of the turn on for me. I even imagined briefly that I would have wanted her to walk with me so she could watch in disgust as I slurped on some old man's todger for a twenty quid sale with her talking to the guy and them both agreeing how disgustingly cheap and nasty I was. I felt the dizzying pang of lust at the thought and carried on.

Nick had supplied me with a list of current and past customers with their addresses and as I came to the next door, I noticed here was one, Mister Dobson; a past customer who hadn't used 'us' for a couple of years. I rang the bell and almost instinctively as it opened, I had a sense of foreboding that this would be my first ordeal.

Mr Dobson greeted me at the door. His eyes almost popping out in shock as his gaze went very suddenly and very obviously to my chest. He made absolutely no effort to disguise what he was doing, he just stared at my tits. 

As he stared I surveyed him quickly. He had balding, greying hair, dull mud coloured eyes, unshaven complexion and was somewhat overweight, his fatty belly poking out the hem of a greying string vest above a pair of slack and dubiously stained jogging bottoms.

"Er...Mr Dobson, hello! ...I'm from Western Home Improvements. You've...er, used us in the past..." I said, looking up to hopefully meet his gaze. He gave my eyes only a cursory glance before resuming his tit vigil. To my shame, my nipples hardened (probably visibly). I'd never known a guy to so obviously letch at me like this before and I was getting shamefully turned on by it and by my own vulnerability. I tried to continue;

"As I was saying, you've used our company before and I'm here to talk you through our services to see if you'd like to return to us..."

He glanced at me vaguely as if he realised he'd had to pay at least some sort of attention to my words, his tongue almost lolling out the side of his mouth;

"Oh...err..sales...is it...?" he said, obviously taking in very little of what I'd said;

"Yes Mr Dobson, can I come in for a minute to discuss..." I said, shrugging and becoming almost exasperated by his blatant lechery. 

"Mmm, yes! Come in, yes!" he said, his face full of keen surprise. I knew he was only inviting me in so he could look at me some more. Little did he imagine at that point just how much of me he would be seeing. He opened the door and led me into a dark and slightly dingy flat. 

There was a vague musty smell permeating across it as soon as I walked in and he led me into the lounge and motioned for me to sit on the couch. He stepped to the side and moved his armchair across the floor and sat in it so he was directly opposite me, just about five feet away from me.

As I sat down and looked across at him, I blushed crimson as he leered at me. To advance the process still further though (as I knew this was now slut saleswoman territory) I crossed my legs, glancing down and wincing inwardly as I followed his gaze to my now clearly visible seamed stockings. 

As I glanced across getting my papers out, I could see him tilt his head to the right, making no effort at all to disguise that he was trying (and no doubt succeeding) to look up my skirt, he even let out a very low murmur. My pussy throbbed mercilessly between my legs at the thought that he might be able to see that I wasn't wearing knickers and I was torn between my natural instinct to shut my legs tight and the task at hand which would be greatly improved the more this lecherous old fart could see of me.

He could also see my flush of embarrassment, we both knew at this stage that I was now deliberately cock-teasing him to secure a sale, it was so blatantly obvious. He didn't know at this stage that he may be in line for so much more but I could sense he was going to try and find out how far he could push his luck.

Fortunately the process here with him in this grotty flat was made so much easier by the fact that he was a dirty old bastard and he was about to get very lucky. As I looked at him leering away at me like a predator, I saw him adjust himself inside his jogging pants. My slutty work had obviously already had an effect and he was sporting a distinct bulge as I started my sales pitch;

"So, Mr Dobson, we also sent you a catalogue last week I believe, did you have a chance to look at it?" I said, trying to make him look at my face instead of my stockings or tits. I failed, he didn't even look me in the eye;

"I did, but I don't think I need stuff like that....my son comes around and does stuff for me. Are you married.....? Boyfriend...?" He said, finally averting his gaze from my stockings and changing the subject with little or no conversational skill.

I blushed again, "No, I'm not married Mr. Dobson, but....er, I don't think we should talk about that, I'm here to see if you want to buy any services from us Sir...?" I offered, blushing at the use of the word in this context as I lied again about my marital status to yet another guy.

Mr. Dobson looked at me keenly, "Oh there are some services I'd love to buy from you but it ain't necessarily out of the catalogue!" He sneered, the implications obvious; I caught his eye and blushed.

"Err, we provide a lot of home improvement and maintenance services Sir, could I discuss them with you...?" I said, ignoring his lechery and obvious double-entendre.

"On commission are we?" He said, seeming to study me even more closely and talking over me, his eyes darting all over my body.

"Yes Sir, I am." I added a little coyly, avoiding his eyes myself this time.

"I can tell," he said, looking deeply at me with a smirk on his face that reminded me of Nick; "You're sitting there with your tits practically hanging out, stocking tops on show and if I'm not much mistaken," he said, as he tilted his head visibly, "...you're not wearing any panties under that little skirt of yours..." He said, smirking and enjoying the look of surprise and my squirm of discomfort at his words. Nothing he said was in any way incorrect. All I could manage was a stuttering;

"I....er...I don't think that's appropriate...I'm just here to make a sale Mr. Dobson....!" I said. As I did so however, I thought of a plan as I was becoming increasingly certain that this was going to be number one of my quota of 'extra services'. I reached for my phone and clicked the video recorder menu so it would be ready to film any humiliation that should come my way.

"What's the cheapest service you sell?" he said, his hand now brazenly rubbing his crotch. 

"I.....er...we offer a lawn cutting service, once per month for £15 per month...." I said, not even sure that it was definitely correct.

"Not much of a saleswoman are you love?" He said laughing smugly, "I'm five flights up, not much of a lawn up here darling!" I blushed at my mistake and quickly told him of some other services and quoted him the same price;

"£15 per month is a little steep, you might have to sell me on that..." He said. As he said this, he stood up out of his chair and dropped his jogging bottoms, sitting back down with his pants around his ankles and holding his cock upright in his hand. He grinned at me as he surveyed my shocked face. I couldn't help look at his cock. It was really, surprisingly, very long, not far off Nick's length but a lot thinner. As I did my best to look somewhere else in a state of shock, he started to stroke his shaft slowly, pulling it vertically upwards, delighting in my discomfort.

"You don't mind if I get a little comfortable do you," Mr Dobson said, "Just while I consider my options...?" He was full on leering at me now and he'd obviously noticed I was looking directly at his prick whilst trying not to and obviously that I hadn't yet ran screaming out of the room like any normal woman would. I didn't answer him.

"You might need to persuade me to spend that sort of money love..." he said, looking lecherously at me, noticing my embarrassment but continuing to stroke his cock.

My emotions at that point were almost impossible to describe. A degree of horror that I was a few feet from a dirty old bastard who was literally wanking while perving at me but also the now familiar feelings of utter degradation emphasised by the very fact I was still there and hadn't fled. I felt ashamed of myself then, that I was totally turned on by the situation. Nothing for it but to make this my first conquest;

"Errr....how would I do that, Sir?" I said, blushing again and probably knowing the inevitable answer.

"I said before that you wasn't wearing panties, I'm right aren't I?" He said, looking directly between my legs which were now only slightly parted. I cringed inwardly and closed my eyes in some shame;

"Yes, you're right." I said in a hushed tone not wanting to make eye contact and wishing I hadn't had to admit it. He obviously approved. I heard the dirty old bastard moan approvingly as he wanked;

"Prove it!" He said, temporarily stopping the slow stroke of his cock," Lift that skirt up and show me your cunt," he said, somewhat anxiously I thought. I think he couldn't believe he had got this far, being able to wank in front of me while he had a free view of my cleavage and stockings but this was him taking a leap of faith. I stared back at him;

"Oh, I can't do that Sir....I.....er..." I said, losing my nerve a little again but feeling the head spin of humiliation counteracting it. Mr. Dobson looked at me sternly;

"We'll you're wasting our time then," he said, "I think we're done here?" He said but not actually moving, his hand still on his cock. I looked back at him and realised I had to act otherwise I'd lose one of my three 'specials' and my humiliations of the last 20 minutes would all be for nothing. I looked at him again, flushed with nervous embarrassment;

"No, OK...I'll do it...if...well if you promise to sign up...." I said, holding up the catalogue pathetically but unable to look him in the eye;

"Yes, yes I agree, I'll sign in a bit, now show me!" he said impatiently, his piggy eyes on stalks as he betrayed his lusty keenness for me to proceed and possibly his fear that unless he rail-roaded me into this quickly I'd flee.

I put the catalogue down and clicked 'record' on my phone, my whole body trembling in dread fear and shame. I looked across at Mr Dobson, he looked like a dirty flasher you'd come across in a park wearing a long mac. He stroked his cock, his wobbly belly flopping back and forth, his face alive with intent beneath his double chins and loose jowls at the prospect of seeing my pussy.

He didn't have long to wait. I gently lifted my bum off the chair before slowly and with trepidation lifted my skirt the short distance over my thighs. I looked across as best as I could, the old bastard's tongue was practically hanging out as he stared right between my legs. He frowned though and waving his arms in frustration said;

"Still can't see properly! Take the skirt off completely, sit back down and spread them. You're not short changing me girl!" As he said this, I could feel my pussy and whole body throb in an arousal I really didn't want to have. 

With trembling legs, I stood up, hooked my skirt off and placed it as calmly as I could on the couch next to me. What a cheap slut I felt now as I sat back down and slowly and with huge trepidation; spread my legs brazenly on front of a dirty old perv. To add to my shame he groaned and said;

"Mmmm....I love a shaved snatch, that's a hot cunt!" as he continued to masturbate and slavered over my total exposure. He stood up and walked across to me, almost hopping comically with his pants around his ankles. As he moved in towards me, he reached down and slid his hand down my blouse and grabbed a rough handful of my left breast. He was threatening to tear my blouse open. I intervened;

"Wait, you'll rip my blouse. I'll do it!" I shouted. He moved his hand away and I quickly unbuttoned my blouse and pulled both my breasts out my flimsy bra. This was greeted by a low growl from the dirty perv as he now pulled my nipples and mauled my breasts, sending waves of pleasure through my body which I didn't want to feel. As I closed my eyes, I suddenly felt his cock brushing against my cheek. I shamed myself just then, I just couldn't help myself; I took it in my hand and engulfed the head of his prick with my mouth;

"Oh fuck," said Mr. Dobson," I knew as soon as I clapped eyes on you that you were a dirty cock sucker. Take it all in your mouth you cheap little whore!" As he said this, he started pushing his cock in and out my mouth as he leant into me to grope my tits. 

I was treated to the grotesque sight of his sweaty belly pressing into my face as his cock filled my mouth. I had to grab hold of it to stop him fucking my throat and tried as best as I could to suck just the head of his cock. Waves of shame crashed over me as I sucked him off. How could I be turned on by such a lecherous old man? A dirty man too, he smelled musty and to my disgust, his cock tasted of stale urine.

As he was enjoying probably his first blow job in years, he'd gotten his fat fingers into my pussy and surprisingly was doing all too good a job fingering me. He rubbed my clit and slid his fingers easily in and out of my sopping cunt sending waves of pleasure through me as I slurped on the fat bastard's dick. I even moved my bum forwards a few inches to the very edge of the couch so he could get his filthy tobacco-stained fingers right inside my snatch.

I was brought out of my filthy reverie as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and dropped to his knees between my legs. In a rush, he pushed me back into the couch so I was flat on my back and before I knew it, he was pushing his prick inside my pussy. I groaned loudly, this was way beyond what I was supposed to be doing. I'd initially thought I could get him to toss himself off while he looked at my cunt, sucking and fucking him was not supposed to be part of the deal. 

I also knew however that I was physically fit and he was a slobbering wreck. I reckon I could easily have thrown him off if I'd have really wanted to. In some ways I did want to but in another, I wanted to experience the full on intense humiliation of being fucked hard by an old guy no other woman would fuck and also, I wanted my first 'score' to take back to Nick. Even with a sweaty old body now on top of me rutting me, I manoeuvred the camera to a position where it would see something of the events, enough for Nick's proof anyway.

As I looked up, I saw the intense look on his face as he poked me, his flaccid body wobbling in time with his stiff prick. His tongue was lolling out of the side of his mouth as he held my hips in place with sweaty palms and he looked beneath him so he could see his dick sliding in and out of me. I just lay back on the couch, my legs wide apart as he fucked me and rubbed his sweaty palms over my stockings, thighs, tits, everywhere he could as he made the most of this easy fuck.

If I'd have counted the strokes, I'd have probably not made it to ten as he humped me in long, urgent strokes, my hands gripping his fatty arms as he hammered it home; his breath ragged as his poor physical condition struggled with even this exertion. As the point of no return came for him, he pulled his cock out my slit and I felt a warm blast of spunk splatter on my tummy and my outer cunt lips.

The decision to come over me and not in me was a relief to me and was clearly a conscious choice of his. He mumbled something about pregnancy, whores and paternity payments.

He took a last look at me lying there, probably still not quite believing that a woman had just let him do that to her. I was naked apart from stockings and heels, a pool of his sperm already cooling on my belly. He simply stood up, wiped some sweat from his brow and folded his cock back into his pants which he drew back up as he stood up. 

Face blushing in shame; I asked him where his loo was. He smirked and pointed. I picked my clothes up and got cleaned up in the bathroom. The bastard hadn't even let me come I thought. I wiped his disgusting goo off me, washed as best I could in his grotty loo and returned to him. He looked like the cat that got the cream as he leered at me, I could barely look him in the eye. At least he kept his side of the bargain and signed up as a new customer; to the cheapest service we offered. I'd whored myself out to a dirty old letch for a few quid.

As I left, he smacked my bare arse and groped me on the way out to complete my humiliation. As he opened the door to let me out he said, "If you're doing the rounds, be sure to call into number 27, just round the corner. My mate, Tom lives there. Tell him Jim sent you." He leered, smiled and closed the door behind me.

As I returned back into the concrete corridors, I took a deep breath to collect myself. Almost comically I adjusted my skirt and blouse for what good that did and set off to find more clients. Over the next hour, I only had three doors open but I did manage to make another small sale to a middle-aged kindly looking woman who did her best I think not to disapprove of my attire.

I was wondering where my next slut sale would come from though. It wasn't too long in coming. I rang the bell on yet another indistinct identical door and was quite surprised at the speed of it opening. It was virtually flung open and there greeting me was a guy seemingly in his mid-fifties. He had a very thin, rakish build and like many other people in the block had a fairly tired, unkempt appearance and demeanour. I was about to launch into my sales pitch but he got there first;

"Western Home Improvements? You'd better come in!" He said grinning with some sort of smug self-satisfaction and reminding me of Mr. Dobson as he took a lingering look at my jiggling boobs as I walked past him slightly confused into his hall. He ushered me into his lounge which was very bright as the sun streamed through it.

He had his back to me as he pointed for me to sit down. I thought he was picking up a mug of tea from the side or something. What happened next shocked me though. Just a few feet from my face, he turned around, dropped his pants to the floor and waving a semi-erect penis very near to my face leeringly shouted at me;

"Suck this and I'll sign up for something, that's the deal isn't it?" As he said this, he drew the forseskin back from what was a singularly unimpressive cock. Short, stubby and quite thin, it didn't fill me with any of the breathless excitement that the sight of Nick's did. It all happened so quickly my instinct kicked in and I jolted up of the couch and made for the exit.

The guy caught my hand with his spare hand, the other now getting himself hard as he stopped me and said;

"Wait, I'm Tom. Jim told me what you did, or what he did. Sorry, you are from Western Home Improvements aren't you?" he said, doubt streaking across his face as he realised he may have made a huge mistake.

I looked at him in exasperation, my face reddening in shame again. Jim had obviously phoned him and told him what had happened only an hour or so ago. I felt ashamed as I was forced to concede that I was indeed from that company and therefore, yes I was the dirty tramp who your old mate had just fucked.

Tom as I now knew him to be was a singularly unimpressive looking guy but on seeing my admittance of this, his composure returned and he took a degree of control which helped me out;

"I couldn't quite believe what Jim had said. Didn't believe it actually until he sent me the photo!" I blanched at this;

"Photo? What photo?" I said, in a panic.

Tom waved my concern off, "Oh it's not important. Anyway, I thought I'd save all the hassle. I'll have the same as what Jim had?" he said smugly.

"You mean the same service?" I said, waving the catalogue at him but knowing full well where this was inevitably going. Tom smiled back at me saucily;




One Week of Slut Pt. 03: Tuesday



"Yes that, and also you on your knees sucking on this prick!" he said, giving his cock an almost theatrical wave in the air. I almost started to protest but what was the point? I didn't even say much other than with a resigned shrug a simple, "OK." With that I took a step or two towards him, sank to my knees and took hold of his dick.

I was about to take him in my mouth when he shouted, "Wait!" at me and pulled me off my knees, "Show me your tits. I wanna see your tits. It's been so long since I saw a real pair." 

He looked at me expectantly like a child on Christmas day. I blushed scarlet but in an effort to get this done and out of the way, I unbuttoned my blouse and pushed my bra down allowing my two globes to spill out of the cups.

Tom's eyes lit up. I watched him and pitied him in some ways. I had no idea of his life circumstances but this was obviously the first time he'd had this sort of pleasure in years. He lifted his hand up to my breasts and almost studied them. 

He lifted each one up in his hand, running his fingers over my nipples and underside of each boob. He seemed lost in a trance and even oblivious to me being there as I stood there incredulous and motionless. I interrupted him and surprised him in my clinical comment;

"Sorry Sir, I have other calls to make. Can I get on with it," I said, pointing and looking at his cock to indicate I wanted to complete his blow job. His eyes lit up once more and with a flourish he removed his hands as if to say, "Be my guest".

Remembering my previous trick with my mobile, I dropped to my knees again. Despite his fascination with my tits, his cock had gone semi-flaccid again and my first worry was that he wouldn't manage it or that I'd be there so long my jaw would fall off. 

I needn't have worried too much. It was possibly the quickest cock --sucking I'd ever administered. I took his semi-erection deep in my mouth feeling his dick respond immediately, stiffening inside me. I bobbed my head rapidly over his head and shaft, tilting my head and looking up at him.

Tom groaned and ran his fingers through my hair a few times. Perhaps just a couple of minutes in, he cried out seemingly more in relief than pleasure and I felt the sticky effluence flood my mouth. A small cock perhaps but a lot of sperm or so it felt. I had no desire to swallow it, I spat it into my hand and ran to the adjoining kitchen, running the goo of my hand and into the sink.

"Wow, that was amazing!" Tom said. It really wasn't I thought but I got him signed up as a new customer. I now only had one more to go. I'd completed my three sales but I still needed another 'come'. In that scenario, I could almost look for someone I liked the look of I thought, as I hurriedly left Tom's flat. I knew that right at this minute, Tom would be straight on the phone to Jim with words to the effect of, "the slut's just sucked me off too!"

TUESDAY LUNCHTIME

Trying to forget the last grotty experience, I began on the doors again but had a frustrating time of it. Not even a door opening for the next hour and a half and I was becoming tired and hungry. I left the block of flats and walked a few minutes into the nearby town centre where I sat down in a nondescript café for a restorative coffee and a sandwich. 

Nothing eventful happened here apart from a disapproving waitress almost audibly 'tutting' at my all-too-visible cleavage and an overheard laddish comment to his friend that he'd 'love to give me one."

I returned to the estate an hour or so later, this time heading for the cul-de-sacs. I went to each house in order but half an hour or so in hadn't had any further luck. I did see some curtain twitching going on as people looked to see who was calling but they wouldn't answer the door.

My luck changed in more ways than one when I approached the last house in the second close. As I rang the bell, a vision of masculine prowess greeted me at the door. I looked him in the eye about to deliver my sales pitch but all that came out initially was, "Er...mpffhh..." 

The reason for this was the guy stood before me. Over six foot, a sculpted black, muscular body only covered by a pair of shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt, his powerful biceps and leg muscles seemingly bursting out his clothes. I looked at his face too; dreamy brown eyes, fully shaven head and very strikingly handsome. 

I lustily wished already that he would be my number 3 but unlike the other two, he'd have no shortage of offers I'd bet and I'd be lucky to snare him but I was going to try. I actually felt a little like the two lecherous old gits who I'd fucked and sucked this morning as I could hardly take my eyes off this guy. I wanted to sneak a peek at his shorts as I was already imagining a long thick black cock, what a whore I had quickly become!

I'd lost track of time with these thoughts. He might have been looking at me there on the doorstep waiting for me to speak for 10 seconds or 10 minutes for all I knew! He smiled almost coyly seemingly seeing my discomposure and started the conversation for me;

"Can I help you, miss?" he smiled. I beamed inwardly as I saw him take a lingering look at my cleavage, which I thrust out that little bit more; look all you want I thought. I realised I had to speak;

"Er...yes, sorry I was er, miles away then," I said, seeking and receiving some meaningful eye contact, "I'm from Western Home Improvements, could I interest you in any home improvement services...Sir...?" I said, as saucily as I could sound when flogging home improvements. The guy looked at me again;

"Er no sorry, I don't think so," he said, "I'm quite handy myself to be honest!" he said, smiling with a little twinkle in his eye.

"I bet you are!" I said on auto-pilot, recoiling in horror at realising what I'd said and the obvious double-entendre. 

He looked at me sardonically and smiled warmly, "I mean....you look as though you...er....work out and are...handy..." I said, trying and probably failing to recover the situation. He smiled again and held out his hand;

"I'm Troy," he offered, "And you are...?"

"N-n..er I'm Rosie, pleased to meet you Troy," I said, forgetting myself and almost revealing my real name not that it mattered I guess but still. I tried again to gain eye contact and as we locked gazes I felt sure he could see my interest. This impression was further enhanced as he invited me in for a chat.

He beckoned me in to a lovely looking house and sat me down on a cream coloured couch. As he set off to the kitchen to get some coffee, I looked around the room and was impressed. The room and the whole house looked neat, tidy, clean and professional and a world away from the grotty flats of Tom and Jim.

As I sat on the sofa I looked around the room. My eyesight wasn't brilliant but the pictures on the wall seemed to show him in army gear. He surprised me by sitting right next to me then as he brought the coffee in and placed it on the table in front of us.

Trying to read the situation, I think we had made sufficient eye contact and lingering looks from outside (plus my inadvertent double entendre) to indicate he was in line for something a whole lot more. This view accelerated quickly as amongst some of the small talk about home improvements, I followed his eyes down to my legs and I realised my skirt had ridden up my left leg so much that he could see my whole stocking. 

My instinct was to pull my skirt down to cover my modesty but I resisted and simply smiled back;

"What's wrong, never seen a girl in stockings before?" I said, trying my best to sound whorish and 'come fuck me'. It was Troy's turn to look flustered and off guard but he quickly recovered and slid his hand gently onto the top of my leg and ran his hand over one of my stocking tops. I felt his breath get a little deeper as he realised what was about to happen. 

My head was in a spin. I loved guys like this who could read signals from women and be so self-assured as Troy was here. I felt within about one minute of him opening the door to me that he knew he could fuck me if he wanted to. The minutes in between were probably him deciding if he wanted to.

With his hand on my leg I now knew the answer to that and I moved in closer and leaning in, kissed him, my tongue running along his firm lips. As soon as I did this, I moved my hand over his crotch and let it fall into his lap languidly.

"Wow honey, you're quite a forward lady!" Troy said, looking down at my hand on his crotch, murmuring gently within himself as I started to trace the outline of his cock beneath his pants whilst kissing him and just beginning to feel something I could massage;

"Yes I am, when I see something I want..." I said between kisses, starting to feel the lust overtake me.

"And just what is it you want?" Troy said, in full knowledge now of the answer. I decided to put a little show on for him as I was struck by a tide of need and lust for him. These were the guys that I wanted to be a complete and total slut for and I wanted to show Troy just what a slut I now was. 

My hands fumbling for his pants, I fished his cock out and said, "I want this," stroking his now bulging erection, ...in here.." As I said the last part, I lifted my skirt way above my hips and lay down back flat against the couch, giving him a completely un-hindered view of my cunt, snaking my fingers onto my clit and indicating exactly where I wanted his cock feeling pleased this time that I was knicker-less.

Troy let out a, "Oh Shit" as I saw him grip his shaft and watch me as I fingered my pussy in front of him. I felt so great at the point, horny, so turned on and so disgustingly slutty that it was empowering. I'd seen a gorgeous guy at the door not 20 minutes ago and here I was, already pulling my skirt over my waist and rubbing my clit in front of him.

As he watched, I was able to watch him back as he stood up, his cock now a raging hard on as he pulled off his T-shirt and shorts. I could have orgasmed right there and then at the sight of Troy now naked, his lithe and muscular body ready to take the gift that I'd offered him on a plate.

I gasped audibly as I looked at his cock properly for the first time. It was very similar to Nick's in size and girth; both blokes had cocks like baseball bats! The difference was the Nick's was curved upwards like a banana, this one was straight like a bullet, and as Troy grasped it in his hand, it was aimed right at me.

He didn't go straight in for his main prize though, he slid on the floor between my legs and I almost jumped off the couch with electricity as Troy replaced my fingers with his. He prised two and then three fingers inside my hot pussy. I parted my legs as far as I could to open myself for him and popped my tits out so I could tease my own nipples.

He was firm and masterful and shafted me hard and firm with his fingers before almost making me cry as he dragged his thick tongue and lips heavily against my clit. He kept this up relentlessly for just a few minutes as I writhed in pleasure beneath him; he was totally single-minded as he worked my cunt until I was ready to explode. He would circle his tongue horizontally and vertically across my pussy and occasionally catch my clit in this lips and tug gently on it. 

I'd never been eaten like that before and tried to hold out for as long as I could, waves of pleasure flowing upwards from my pussy and clit but I couldn't take any more as I felt him stiffen his tongue as it wriggled inside me and lapped keenly at my cunt, now pouring juices over him. I grasped his head and pushed him into me feeling as though I wanted his whole to get his whole head up there before screaming out in joy as an intense cum swept all over my body and all over Troy's face as my vagina became a liquid mess spread over his tongue and lips. 

He murmured softly into me as he continued lapping my pussy before kneeling upright between my legs, catching my eye and smiling. I laughed out loud in excitement and thrilled pleasure.

I looked at him and saw him lean his hard cock against my stomach. He was looking down between my legs with solemn determination seemingly aiming his cock into my slit. I wanted it like nothing else, nothing else except one thing. I sat up and blurted out to him;

"No, not yet, let me suck that fuckin' monster first. Let me swallow your fat prick before you take my cunt!" Troy looked a bit taken aback by my disgusting slut talk but I couldn't help it, I needed to let my whole slut out, I wanted Troy to see it all and to take it all. I wanted to be owned by that fat, throbbing cock. 

I caught him by surprise a little. He stood up still gripping his cock and I simply slid off the couch onto my knees in front of him. I wasted no time, I stooped low to slide my tongue all across the underside of this thick shaft, I sucked his heavy balls in turn whilst my hand stretched around his fat dick. Preliminaries done, I knelt up straight, looked him in the eyes, smiled and opened my mouth to receive his luscious nob.

I groaned contentedly as the bulbous head slid down into my mouth, followed by some of the veiny shaft as his cock started to glisten with my saliva. I rested my hands on his brick-powerful muscular legs and started to suck hard. I had another thought and popped his cock out my mouth reluctantly;

"Will you do me a favour?" I said, looking up at Troy.

He frowned, puzzled, "Lady, keep sucking that cock like that and I'll do just about anything. What do you want?"

"Film me sucking your cock." I said simply, running my tongue right across the head of his dick for good measure. 

Troy looked a little surprised and intrigued at the same time, "Why?" he said.

"I've always wanted to fuck a black guy, I want to watch myself again afterwards," I said, not revealing the proper reason but not lying either, "You don't have to show your face, just your cock!" I said, blushing a little at my own words as horny desperation left me no time for any subtlety.

Troy smiled and shrugged, "I've got nothing to hide hunni, no problem!"

With that, I fetched my phone out my bag while Troy stood, hands on hips, huge erection jutting out erotically waiting for me. I practically threw the phone at him and jumped down, making up for lost time by sliding my mouth over his long, meaty pole in one fell swoop. I set to work on him, slurping over my fourth cock of the day but this one was so much more impressive than the previous two. A couple of minutes in and Troy warmed to the situation and the camera:

"You like sucking on that big black dick Rosie? Tell me you love sucking it...." He said, grinning and groaning from the pleasure. 

I took his cock out my mouth and let the thick snake slide up the side of my face, looking stark against my white skin. Looking into the camera and gripping his cock with my hand, knowing my husband and Nick would see this tonight I answered honestly;

"I fuckin' love sucking this big black dick for you hunni, I want to suck it all day!" 

With that I looked into the camera and slid his full length all the way down my throat until my eyes teared up; sucking with such gusto that my hair often covered his shaft and got in the way. Troy closed his eyes and jolted his head back and started to thrust his hips into me. I went with the flow, I took as much cock flesh in my mouth as I could, my jaw ached from the invasion but I was determined to be a great cock-sucker for this gorgeous hunk.

"Ah, here it comes...!" Troy said and sure enough, with my lips wrapped tightly around the head of his cock, he let rip with what felt like a gallon of semen. His cock was already so thick anyway that I felt the pumping of his cock head stretch my mouth as it delivered its contents into my mouth.

I had to glug quickly and swallow as Troy held my head in place with his hand. There was come bouncing and ricocheting inside my mouth. I swallowed most but some spilled out the side of my mouth. I actually caught it in my hand and with Troy's come finally subsiding, I put my hand to my mouth and poured the come onto my tongue swallowing the lot.

Troy collapsed on the couch next to me and I draped myself over him spent. We stayed like that for a few minutes and when we roused, we looked at the video and marvelled at how disgustingly horny it was. Troy made us more coffee, deciding (wisely in my opinion!) not to get dressed so I could take in more of that gorgeous naked body.

I looked at my watch and it was getting late. I smiled saucily at Troy. For some reason I felt so empowered giving myself to such a stud that I wanted to just do it again. I stood up in front of him, got on all fours against the couch and looking back to him said;

"You wanted to fuck me before, still want it...?"

As I said this, I reached behind myself and spread my cunt lips right in front of him so he could see right up me. Troy looked up and almost growled at the sight. He gripped his cock and got himself hard and was about to dive right up me before I reminded him of the camera;

"Come on honey, I want you to fill my cunt full of that big black dick but I want you to film yourself doing it. Make me take it all, ram me hard..." I said, wanting to get him fired up so he could do just that. It worked a treat. Troy gripped my hair from behind pulling my head back and drew me into him and I growled in pleasure as he drew my cunt onto his fat dick and skewered me with it.

"What a dirty slut you are, I love it!" Troy said as he gripped my left shoulder with his left hand, his right hand holding the phone, his fat cock now noisily hammering my soaking slit. I arched my back, groaning in time with each thrust as he let me have it, his hips busily thrusting his full length in and out of me:

"Tell me you love that fat black cock stretching that tight cunt of yours, look at the camera and tell me!" said Troy, humping my all the time. My pussy was a complete mess being invaded and totally used by this throbbing cock inside it. Sweat was pouring off my face as I looked behind me to stare into the camera;

"Oh fuck yes! Hammer my cunt you fucking stud, make me have it, use my pussy...mmmm..." I had no idea what I was saying but I did bring to mind the sight that must be presenting itself to the camera and the enjoyment Nick and Paul would get from seeing me submit totally to this gorgeous black guy with the gorgeous cock.

Troy was enjoying his fuck and as much as I was but my pussy was sore so I was relieved when he shouted to me;

"Here comes my load slut, tell me where you want it!" As he said this, he slowed his thrusts to give me time to reply. I decided I wanted to be covered in goo;

"Over my face, I want it over my face!" As I said this, he pulled his shaft out of me causing me to lose my breath temporarily. 

I slid off the couch and onto the floor to see that huge glistening chocolate snake stare back at me. Troy aimed at my face, trailing the head of his cock over my chin and my lips. I opened my mouth slightly and he pushed it in my mouth but only once as a tease.

With a renewed moan, he wanked his cock furiously several times before I felt his whole body tense. I opened my mouth and closed my eyes as I was rewarded with the slutty sensation of feeling a few globs of come fly into my mouth, one landed right over my left eyelid and some was on my chin. My eyes still closed I felt all of the tension leave Troy's body as he popped the head of his dick back into my mouth.

I wiped the cum from my eye the best I could and with the other looked up to see Troy was still filming. I grasped his thick pole with my hand, my breath taken away again at seeing my hand only covered a fraction of his shaft. My tongue still bathed in his sperm, I lapped every inch of his cock flesh with my tongue, looking up at the camera occasionally so Troy, but also Nick and Paul could see how much I was enjoying this feeling of pleasing a hunk on my knees.




One Week of Slut Pt. 04: Wednesday



One Week of Slut Part 4 - Wednesday

WEDNESDAY MORNING

I was starting to get used to my phone rattling demandingly at 6.30am. My 'week of slut' was starting to feel like a full time job, with its regular routines to be carried out. I was almost on auto pilot as I slid out of bed, walked the few steps into the shower before lathering soap all over my body in a warm blanket of soothing water; washing away the delicious aches and pains I encountered yesterday.

It had almost become a routine for me also to think back to the previous day as the warm pleasure of the water brought my senses to life. This time I reflected back across the two and a half days I'd been at Nick's. Whether it was a subconscious attempt at a little early self-humiliation or not, I tried to work out how many different guys cocks I had sucked already. Including Nick, I was thinking it was probably 6 but almost comically, just then I couldn't remember. That realisation brought a twinge to my pussy and a flutter to my tummy. 

At this rate I thought, I'll have sucked about 20 cocks by the time I've returned home to my husband. That's not even counting how many guys get the pleasure of my pussy, or my arse. As these thoughts flitted across my mind, my fingers started to trace over my breasts and my pussy. These feelings did not disgust me, they thrilled me as did the fact I had no personal control whatsoever over those numbers, it was all in the hands of what Nick wanted.

I looked forward to the 15 or so cocks that were as yet unknown to me and the humiliations they would bring. I stuck to a winning formula though and decided I wanted to go into breakfast (and Nick's morning cock-sucking) horny. With a big mental effort, I removed my fingers and turned off the shower. I dried and wore the required morning outfit (just my black skirt) and put my slap on (including slut blow-job lipstick) ready for the day and what it brought. 

I walked across the flat towards the kitchen, still feeling strange that the fresh air was wafting across my bare breasts when I stopped in my tracks at what I saw. At the breakfast table was a complete stranger. I had been walking with my gaze to the floor so I was face to face with him before I'd even seen him and I was inadvertently giving him a very easy view of my fully exposed tits. The feeling was worse as I saw he was a very young guy and his eyes were on full stalks as he viewed me so closely.

Instinctively, I did the best I could to cover my breasts with my arms and turned on my heels to go back to my room as quickly as I could. As I turned however, Nick was directly behind me and put a palm up in front of him to indicate I was not to leave. He smirked broadly, delighted at my embarrassment but we both knew it was only just beginning;

"We have a guest Rosie girl!" he said mockingly, "that's not how we react to guests is it?" He waited for a reply but I could only glance from Nick to the young guy. Based on Nick's note from yesterday, I figured this was his younger Brother but it was just an assumption. Nick took the lead as usual;

"Don't hide your tits from me, and don't hide them from my guest! Turn around and show him your tits!" Nick said, enjoyment at the scenario oozing out of him. I glared at him but there was never an ounce of sympathy to be found from him in such scenarios. With my face on fire, I lowered my hands, turned around slowly and obligingly presented my tits to this young guy to ogle at his leisure. The low appreciative murmur he let out and the dropping of his jaw in amazement as he took in the sight of my exposure only served to increase my discomfort. It was agonising just standing there exposed and powerless as he stared. 

Although I could hardly look at him, I got the impression this may have been the first breasts he'd ever seen in real life and his look of arousal and nervous wonderment seemed to echo that. He was quite an attractive young man. He was about six foot and broad chested. He looked quite sporty with a quiff of boyish blond hair and a very fresh complexion. His face was lit up in a mixture of arousal, lust and nerves. My observational thoughts were snapped away as Nick swatted his hand down on the breakfast bar;

"As you can see Rosie, change of plan this morning. You'll still be getting your morning dose of my cock but while I take a piss and get freshened up a little, I want you to make my kid Brother feel right at home. He's 19 today and it just so happens that you're his birthday present. Get down there and suck him off, there's a good girl!" As he said this he pointed to the other side of the breakfast bar.

I looked in shocked surprise at Nick and was about to protest but he already had that look of, 'it's happening, don't argue, just do it...' I looked at him again anxiously; looked at his Brother and realised I was going to do have to do this. I stepped across to him nervously, avoided eye contact and simply slid to my knees in front of him. 

He was wearing ripped jeans and a scruffy pair of boxer shorts and he was trembling in nervous excitement. On my way down my pussy and tummy fluttered again as his face stared intently in amazement at me as he realised this was for real. I cast a side glance to Nick to see him with a smug smile of satisfaction; he must be loving showing off this domination of me to his younger brother, imagine what this was doing to his ego!

Nick took a seat on the other side of the breakfast bar just as I'd slid my hands inside his Brother's boxer shorts and slid them off his legs. I was greeted by a long thick cock that bounced out expectantly. I almost smiled to myself as I considered that I hadn't realised brothers might have very similar cocks. This one wasn't quite as long but, as I held it throbbing in my hand, it wasn't far off Nick's. The young guy was so excited that already my hand wouldn't fit around its width and he was so hard that I could tell he was full of lustful youth.

I was red-faced in embarrassment but as I looked up at him, I was turned on by the glazed look of shocked lust in his eyes as he realised he was about to get blown in his Brother's kitchen with said Brother sitting just across the table from him. I looked back down to his cock, opened my mouth wide and started to circle my tongue over the head. He squirmed in his seat as I set to work. The situation overtook me quickly and I went into overdrive, sliding the full length quickly into my mouth, my hand gripping the base of his shaft firmly. 

He was groaning and writhing already as I sucked him as best as I could. He lay back slumped in his chair, his head back, his arms dropped at each side. I tried a repertoire of my slutty skills on his, holding his cock while I slurped on his dangling balls, licking the underside of his shaft and turning myself on feeling the hardness in my mouth. 

The only reactions from him was a low groaning and, as he got more turned on, a gentle upward thrust of his pelvis as he tried to push it deeper into my mouth. I pushed his stomach down into the seat as best as I could to stop him from thrusting too hard and he got the idea. I held my head in place and allowed him to slide his shaft in and out of my mouth as my hair slid across his skin.

I could hear a low chuckling murmur from Nick opposite us as he'd returned from the toilet. He obviously delighted in the sight of me on my knees between his younger Brother's legs, his cock stretching my mouth, the room filled with the squelchy slurps of my spittle in my mouth sloshing around his cock. 

I looked across and was mortified to see Nick filming me with a camcorder, seemingly getting a close up of his brother's cock sliding in and out my mouth, filling it. His brother was close to coming a few minutes in; the situation getting the better of him. I prepared to take another load but before doing so Nick shouted across to him;

"Over her face Liam, stick it all over her face!" Nick shouted, realising Liam (as I only just then knew him to be) was so close. At this, Liam pulled his cock dramatically from my mouth causing various fluids to slosh against my breasts and neck. I just had time to look up at him; his demeanour had already changed. Previously he had a look of strange disbelieving wonderment but now his face was full of wicked intent and determination at Nick's suggestion. It was a look I'd seen on Nick often and said something like, "You're a cheap slut and I'm going to come all over your face and find it very amusing!"

As Liam pulled his cock away from my mouth a few inches, he slumped further back in order to angle his cock towards me. He gave himself three fairly urgent strokes of his cock and groaned inwardly as he came. Nick cheered to add to the humiliation as Liam came so hard that the initial jet flew right over my head. The next string landing somewhere in my hair but there was a lot more to follow and by the time his balls had finished pumping, his come coated my nose, lips and chin. 

Everything seemed to stand still for an age after this had happened. The first one was to break the silence was Nick;

"Way to go dude!" he said, standing up and applauding, "Happy Birthday kidda! It doesn't end there though, this slut is yours all day!"

Liam looked at him as he slumped in his chair and gave him a disbelieving shake of the head and a grin and shouted to Nick, "Ooooh Fuck! That was amazing, thanks mate!" as all of the energy seemed to drain from him.

As he said this, Nick walked around to me. I was still kneeling on the floor with Liam's still firm cock wilting between his legs. Liam demonstrated his shy youthfulness by covering his cock with his hands which Nick smiled at. He leaned and pulled me up to the floor, "Let me wrap your present up properly and then I'll show you how it works!" he said to his Brother and frog-marched me off to his bedroom.

He practically threw me on the bed and I was graciously thrown a tissue to wipe my face. It was only a small tissue and it was saturated with come by the time I was relatively clean. I sat up on the bed and watched as he opened a large wardrobe and pulled out some clothes hanging up inside a plastic cover. Turning to face me, he removed the plastic cover to reveal a 'saucy nurse' fancy dress outfit. He tossed it at me and told me to try it on;

"You can't be serious Nick?" I said as looking at the outfit, it was practically obscene. I knew from looking at it that it was too small but this was apparently the whole idea;

"I am serious. You've got a whole day serving us today girl and Liam has a bit of a thing for nurses. Of course, when I say 'serving' that's not going to stop at keeping us in food and drink but you knew that. My kid brother has only ever fucked one girl; or so he says, but by the time we've finished with you tonight he should be fully experienced!" Nick said, practically breathless in excitement. 

He continued, "And we need a slutty nurse to look after us. What kind of slutty nurse would you be without a nurse's outfit?" As he finished his spiel he pointed impatiently at the dress. I rolled my eyes in despair. Even after so much humiliation that week, I still blanched as I removed my skirt in front of him and felt thoroughly demeaned at having to wear such a silly outfit. 

The outfit was flimsy to say the least as I held it up to me. The dress was blue and had a mock white frill on the front. I had to step into it and pull it up over me. The skirt was even shorter than I thought and I had to grapple with the top of the 'dress' to get it over my chest and button up. Nick sorted the button situation out for me helpfully. The top had four buttons which I had done up but he moved in quickly and burst two of them out of their holes so my boobs were pretty much busting out the top. 

I was further ordered by Nick to put on a pair of obligatory black stockings. Unlike the outfits of previous days, I couldn't even manage a respectable façade in this; the skirt was so short it left a gap of about an inch between its hem and the end of the stocking tops. Nick made me twirl around in front of him and positioned me in front of a mirror. 

My head was dizzy with humiliation and excitement. I both dreaded and thrilled to the thought of going out of the room to be viewed by Liam as his birthday present. As I surveyed myself in the mirror and reflected that I couldn't look any sluttier, Nick moved in behind me and thrust his hand between my legs. I moaned to his touch and involuntarily parted my standing legs allowing him to run his hands along my wet slit and slide his index finger slightly inside me.

He murmured contentedly as he confirmed once more that the last hour or so had turned me on hopelessly again. Frustratingly he removed his damp fingers and instead drew them forward and unzipped his pants. I got almost instantly light headed as I pictured him bending me over and fucking me there and then but I was to be disappointed again. He spun me around and glanced downwards indicating for me to look. I knew why; he knew just the sight of his amazing shaft sent me into heat. 

"On your knees Rosie girl, I have instructions for you!" he said, slowly and almost menacingly wanking his dick in front of me. As I almost hypnotically complied, he slid his shaft across my mouth and face, rubbing pre-cum over my skin. As he did this, he taunted me;

"Do want to suck my dick Rosie?" he said, holding the head of his cock an inch from my mouth.

"You know I do. Arrogant bastard!" I said angrily, looking up close and personal at the fat head of his cock needing my attention.

"OK, suck and I'll tell you your full mission today!" As he said this, he aimed at my mouth and thrust his hips forward to ease the head of his cock into my mouth. I slurped on it again like a crack addict needing a fix. As I began I felt that familiar release of tension in Nick's body as he started to enjoy my mouth. As he relaxed into it he told me what I was to do;

"Slutty nurse today Rosie! You're going to obey everything me and my Bro tell you all day. Is that clear?" As he said this, he pulled his cock out my mouth to allow me to answer. I'd never felt so submissive as I looked up at him defeated and said, "Yes, Sir!"

Enjoying this complete obedience, he pressed his cock back into my willing mouth and started again;

"But it's not that easy of course! Maybe I'll ask two of Liam's buddies along. Would you like that?" Nick asked. I actually felt that this time it was a genuine question as if he was genuinely interested in whether I wanted a gangbang. As I sucked hard on his dick, I already had mental pictures of being surrounded by four big cocks demanding use of me. My head was spinning and I was gone with dizzy lust.

I decided I would tell him that yes I did want it but I didn't get the chance. Nick pulled his cock from me and lifted me to my feet, frog-marching me back out to the room and to Liam.

"Fuck me! Look at that!" said Liam, as his eyes glued to my naughty nurse outfit. It was only when I saw the youthful delight in his eyes that I recalled what I was wearing. Nick clearly had none of Liam's inhibitions about being naked in front of his Brother. His hard thick cock was swaying next to me. Nick just pointed to the floor and as trained, I just slid to my knees without further bidding and opened my mouth wide to take the head of his cock in my mouth.

At the angle I was at, I looked up and met Liam's gaze full on as he looked in astonishment again at me as he stood next to Nick. There I was, dressed in a slutty Nurse uniform on my knees slurping willingly on his older Brother's fat prick and enjoying every minute of the experience. Liam had to almost snap himself out of staring as it dawned on him he was watching me suck his Brother's cock. Nick was the one to snap him out of his voyeurism;

"What do you think of my slut then?" Nick said as he moaned lightly at sensations of my tongue snaking around the head of his cock as he pulled lightly on my hair.

"Thought you said she was my slut today?" Liam challenged light-heartedly.

"Ha ha. Yes, a birthday present for today. Doesn't mean we can't share though. I don't want to go a whole day without feeling this mouth on my nob!" As he said this, he took hold of the back of my head and started to slide his cock in and out my mouth more aggressively.

"Sounds like a fair deal to me!" said Liam above me, "That was the best blow job I've ever had!"

"Haha, Best you've ever had!" roared Nick, "That was the first you've ever had wasn't it!?"

"No......no its not, I've had plenty!" Liam said suddenly defensive. Nick let it go but I think he suspected this wasn't the case. Mini chat over and Nick turned his full attention to me. He placed both his hands on the back and sides of my head and started short but mercifully gentle pelvic thrusts into me. His cock stuffed my mouth full and spittle ran down his shaft and on to the floor. This had stopped being a blow job and was now a face fuck.

Nick warned me to expect his load as he slid so fully into my mouth. I struggled for breath and just at the moment I found a pocket of air to breath from I heard a groan from above and felt the salty flood of Nick's sperm hitting the back of my throat. He held his cock in my mouth so I felt every spurt on my tongue and lips being accompanied by a further dollop of come. 

Satisfied, he slid his cock almost absent-mindedly in and out my mouth a couple more times before removing it. 

Almost on auto-pilot, I swallowed the heavy load in my mouth without even thought or hesitation. I looked up to see both guys staring down at me, their slut. A slut who had just obediently sucked both of them off on her knees in the lounge before breakfast.

"That was fucking awesome!" Liam said, as I swiped my hand across my mouth to clear the come and spittle from my face.

"Yeah it was. Rosie is a first rate cock-sucker!" Nick said. I know I should have smarted at that but I actually felt proud! "And what's more, she's ours all day kidda!"

"Only thing is Nick, I had plans to go out with the lads...?" Liam said uncertainly.

"Oh which lads are they?" Nick queried.

"Just Ben and Owen. We were gonna go for a few beers and then Ben's Brother is playing a gig in Watney's tonight." Liam said.

"Fine but bring them around here first...." Said Nick.

"What, with her here?" Liam said, taken aback and pointing down at me.

"Never heard of a gangbang!?" Nick said, quick as a flash.

"Fuck! Seriously! She'd be OK with that?" Liam said, in some amazement.

"Well, let's ask her, " Nick said, looking down at me and my face that was hot in embarrassment at the guy's conversation, ".....answer his question, it's up to you. Is it OK for Ben and Owen to come over? You know what that means of course. Say yes and they'll both be inside you any which they want. Say yes, and you'll be a cheap slut for all four of us. But it is your choice. Say no, and it's just the three of us. No harm done. Your call Rosie girl?" Nick shrugged and grinned with that mischievous glint in his eye. 

Of course, with the rules we'd set, he could easily just phone them and compel me to fuck them all but this was so much more humiliating it seemed. He knew I wanted more degrading scenarios, he knew I wanted a gangbang and the fact that the other three were inexperienced young males only added to the eroticism for me.

At first I was conflicted. Liam eyed me curiously. He couldn't believe I was even considering it. I was doing more than that;

"Call them." I said to Nick decisively. Determined but still feeling the heat of embarrassment and not looking him in the eye. Nick grinned but I should have known it wouldn't be that easy;

"So, just to be clear on this. You want us to call two of his mates and ask them to come here so that all four of us can fuck you senseless before they go to their gig later? That's right isn't it?" He said, revelling in the moment.




One Week of Slut Pt. 04: Wednesday



"Yes...yes! That's right!" I said impatiently, feeling I would die of shame. Liam was shaking his head in disbelief, wondering what kind of slut I was. I would show him what kind numerous times that day. I thought the worst of the humiliation was over at least until the other's came over but far from it.

Liam picked his phone up and called one of his friends;

"Alright Owen, what you up to...?" He began, " ......Cool. But listen, how do you fancy coming around to my Bro's for a little fun first?" 

"Well if I tell you my Bro has found me a fit slut to fuck for my birthday....?" He said, smiling slyly at me, "....no, straight up. She's just sucked me off in the lounge I swear!!" 

I blanched at this as Liam continued, "No, no wind up come round and she'll suck yours too. She's fuckin' fit mate, come round. I'm gonna phone Ben and ask him too, we'll all shag the arse off her. She's some sort of dumb slut, she does whatever you want! We can fuck her and then check the gig out later."

There were frequent pauses as Owen obviously struggled to believe him. I didn't blame him! Liam however had the easy and humiliating answer to the conundrum, "I'll text you a photo and you can speak to her to prove it; this is straight up. What photo you want? She's here in a dirty nurse outfit!" His speech was high pitched and full of giggles and indicated he still couldn't quite believe it himself. He heard some instructions from Owen and nodded.

He walked over to me and said; "You need to kneel on the floor and open your mouth!" He said this with a wide eyed questioning look. This was the first time he'd given me a direct order and he still had the demeanour of someone who still didn't quite expect me to obey. I looked back and dropped to my knees straight away, my heart thumping; my head giddy from being ordered onto my knees by a 19 year old kid, but turned on so completely and utterly.

As I complied, Liam walked over to me, phone in his hand. With his other hand, he pulled his cock out. It was semi-hard again already despite me sucking him off only half an hour before. The joys of youth I thought, as I simply held my mouth open and allowed him to fill it with cock.

As I felt his cock meat loll against my tongue, I set to work quickly, feeling his shaft thicken and tighten in my mouth. I drew my head back and slid his shaft slowly in and out of my mouth.

Liam leaned back and pulling his phone from somewhere took a photo of me with his dick deep in my mouth. 

As I tried to continue sucking, he pulled it out my mouth and turned away from me to send the photo. A few seconds later he asked Owen on the other end of the line if he'd got the photo. His smile and chuckle told me the answer. After another little pause, Liam thrust the phone into my face;

"He wants to speak to you!" he said.

"What? Oh.....er.....OK," I said, taking the phone off Liam. My stomach was doing cartwheels and my head was spinning. I had no idea what to say;

"Er.....hello......?" I said into the phone, my voice crackling and trembling with nerves;

"Errr, hi there. Is this true?" Owen said, his own voice betraying his nerves.

"Is what true?" I said back to him.

"Is it true you've just been....err....sucking off my friend...and is that you in the photo?"

I blushed with embarrassment, "Yes, it's true. It's me and yes, I have just been...sucking your friend."

"Fuck!" Owen said, "And if I come over there now with Ben, you'll do the same for us?" he said expectantly.

I looked up at Nick and Liam who were both in rapt attention at my conversation. Lust was overtaking me again and making my head swim;

"Yes, I'll suck your dicks for you!" I said, now revelling in what I was saying and what I was admitting to a total stranger;

"And we can fuck you too? Why will you let us do all that?" he said, still dubious.

"Well, because I'm a slut. I love sucking cock and of course you can all fuck me. Whatever you want. Now come on over and use me. I'm waiting..." As I said this, I smiled at my boldness. I had no idea where it was coming from but I proudly presented the phone back to Liam who on further enquiry, informed us it was on and my gangbang was going to happen.

WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON/EARLY EVENING

The next hour for me was a little tortuous. I was on edge with anticipation. It was only punctuated by being ordered around a little by Nick, to fetch some snacks and beers and Liam had started getting the hang of it after seeing the casual manner of Nick's dominance of me and my complete acquiescence. 

As I returned from the kitchen with a beer each for them both, Liam stared at me and said;

"I haven't had a proper look at you yet, lift your skirt up and show me your cunt!"

I looked across in some surprise at Nick who simply slurped on his beer and grinned, seemingly happy that his kid Brother was getting into the role. I looked at Liam and nervously lifted the hem of my very small skirt over my hips.

"Mmm, Nice!" said Liam, taking another pull on his can. Looking at me again he said, "Open your legs a little!" I did so and he responded to this by prodding his fingers between my legs. I took a deep swig of breath as his fingers found my slit and my wetness. I was aroused but also ashamed at how wet I was. I'd had an hour to think about what was about to happen and latterly, I was having difficulty even walking I was so turned on.

"Looking forward to getting fucked!?" Liam said, "I know I can't wait to get inside you!" he said, starting to revel in his own teasing of me as he pressed a finger into my snatch. I wasn't sure how to answer but I didn't need to do as Nick interjected;

"Fuck her if you want to fuck her. What you waiting for!" he said.

Liam looked across at him and shook his head, "Nah, I'll wait for the others. Be more fun with an audience!" As he said this, he removed his hands from my pussy. He grinned as he caught the disappointment in my face as he was realising quickly what a real slut I was. I was becoming frustrated. I'd sucked both guys off, fetched snacks and drinks and been toyed with, I was longing for a hard fucking. I wouldn't have long to wait as the doorbell chimed to signal my further debasement;

"Answer the door Rosie girl!" Nick boomed, "I expect that'll be some guys who've come around to fuck you!"

I took a deep nervous breath and walked across the lounge to the door. I felt instinctively like I should button my top up at least by one button as it was obscene in its current state, my boobs were just about in place beneath the outfit but I knew this was part of the ordeal. As I nervously swung the door open, I was greeted by two equally nervous looking young men.

The instant the door was open, both guys lowered their gaze to my chest and, seeing my boobs practically tumbling out of my 'dress', they exchanged excited glances. They would of course, also have noticed my skirt being unable to cover my opaque stocking tops. I was quite clearly a slut and a whore and they were excited by the sight and the prospect.

"Err....you must be Ben and Owen.....?" I said uncertainly, looking at both and blushing intently as I did as I felt their young eyes roaming all over my body. Both guys were actually similar in appearance. Both had shaved hair, both average height and unlike Nick and Liam, quite thin and 'weedy' in appearance. The one who turned out to be Ben had a piercing in his nose while both were scruffily dressed in T-shirt and jeans. At first, they both just stood there before one of them said, "I'm Ben and you must be our Nurse. I have something that needs your attention!"

The other guy, Owen, burst into nervous laughter at this and Ben smiled. I was crimson with embarrassment too but smiled at his joke. It broke the tension and allowed me to usher them both in. Nick was just behind me, he had been watching the proceedings with some interest;

"Come in guys. You've met Rosie, our slut for the day I see?" Both guys just nodded at him.

"Rosie, some more beers for our new guests before we get down to business and get you fucked!" Nick boomed, delighted at being able to show me off to 3 guys. I blanched at his words but headed off into the kitchen to do as I was bid, returning a minute later where all the guys were now seated on the sofa and armchairs.

I just stood there for a few minutes as the guys chatted and started to swig their beers. It took only ten minutes before they had finished the first. I thought nervous tension was making them drink faster. I was ordered to get more which I did. As I returned and passed the beers around, Nick took mine off me but set it down on the floor. He took my hand and stood up;

"Right fellas! Think of this as an instruction video!" Nick said, pulling me into the centre of the room and pushing me onto my knees on the floor. The three younger guys supped their beers and sat on the couches surrounding us, fascinated at what was about to happen. Nick was going to enjoy the moment. He moved in front of me and pulled out his cock nonchalantly like some sort of weapon. I looked at it keenly, my lust sharpened intensely by my consciousness of the rapt audience. I knew instinctively that this was hitting one of my life-long fantasies; humiliated in front of an amused and aroused audience.

Nick gripped his cock, walked towards me and motioned as if he was going to feed me his cock. It had happened so often already that week that I instinctively opened my mouth. He stopped though and held the thick head of his cock inches from my mouth;

"Do you want to suck this Rosie? Suck it in front of all our friends?" Nick said as he towered over me, gently slapping my cheeks with his cock, enjoying the sight of my lustful eyes following his cock. I looked at the guys watching us and felt intense lust. I felt no shame, I wanted to show them right then that I was a dirty slut, to make it clear to them all I wanted this so much, I had waited all day for it. I would again fully participate in Nick's humiliation of me;

"Yes please Nick....Sir....please let me suck your dick. Let me show everyone I'm your dirty cock-sucker. I want to suck your cock for you in front of everyone!" I said, feeling my stomach twist in heat and my pussy throb as the guys almost spat they're beer out and said "Fucking hell" and, "what a slut!"

I thought that would be enough for Nick. I could tell from his body that he was impatient to fill my mouth and I was almost salivating at the thought of the anticipated oral invasion. He resisted however, he wanted much more from me in front of the attentive audience;

"And my friends too Rosie? I hope you're going to be a good slut and suck all their cocks too? Why don't you tell the guys that you'll suck them all off as you give them a good view of those big tits?" Nick said smirking. 

Even two days ago, this would have felt intensely difficult for me and while I still felt the humiliation, my first feeling was lust. I looked at the guys in turn, stood up off the floor and started to fully unbutton my top. Timing it with my reveal, I looked at them as sexily as I could and delivered my slut speech. I tried to appear matter-of-fact and calm but my voice crackled with nerves and cotton-mouth;

"Have a good look at my tits boys, and as Nick said, I'd love to suck all your cocks in turn. I love sucking cock and I hope Nick will let me show you that by sucking his as you watch. I'm Nick's dirty cock-sucker!" As I finished saying this, I opened my top wide, feeling my tits bounce out of the restrictive costume. I felt proud of my breasts and the wide eyed stares of the young guys testified to the fact that they enjoyed the view. My head was swimming in lust but I did manage to hear comments from the guys along the lines of, "fantastic tits!" and one of them saying, "Fuck me, she is so going to get it hard soon!" 

My nipples were rock hard in lust. As I said, I had tried to sound calm and deliberate to them but my voice was crackly and breathless with nerves. I did however put my clammy fingers through my hair and arch my back to give them a completely uninhibited view of my tits as I grappled between my desire to be a complete slut, and my shy reserve (a quality that was being blasted from me throughout this slut week!). I begin to move my hands over my breasts, feeling my nipples harden to the touch as the reality of being topless in front of these three young guys sent my head swimming as I battled against my nervousness and tried to present them with a view of an eager and willing slut.

The sight of their rapt fascination send confidence and lust searing through my veins as I came out of the other side of my nerves and realised that I wanted this badly and I could put my nerves to one side. What had I to be nervous about I thought, all I had to do was to give myself up to these 4 guys and submit to them as their fuck toy. I wanted this and I was going to get it. The more on heat I was, the better, I would give it all up for them.

These thoughts sent electric jolts of heat thorough my pussy. I almost forgot about Nick but not for long. I felt his firm grip on my shoulder as he pulled me to the floor onto my knees. This time he wasted no time, he stuffed his cock into my mouth, making me groan and sign inwardly as I felt the thick head of his cock fill my mouth. As he did this, I heard the 3 observers cheer as if Nick had just scored a goal in a football match.

He gave me a couple of regular thrusts into my mouth, sliding it into my mouth at such an angle so the guys could all see. This wasn't enough for him though and for the next few minutes, he fucked my mouth rhythmically in between asking me some humiliating questions for the guys amusement;

"Is this what you wanted slut!?

"Mmm....yes....thank you!" I said, as Nick pulled his cock out my mouth and rested it on my cheek allowing me a free mouth to answer, a string of spittle running down my chin and his cock shaft.

"Tell the guys how many times you've sucked my cock this week slut!" He said, revelling in recanting his prowess to his younger brother and friends.

"Mmmpfhhh....err....maybe six times Sir?" I said, as he filled my mouth again, this time at an angle so the head of his cock made a lump in my cheek. This time I felt his cock vibrate with the rest of his body as he joined the others in laughing at me. I heard one of the younger guys shout out, "Fuck me, what a tart, she doesn't even remember how many times!" and despite having my mouth filled with dick again, my cheeks blushed crimson.

As I was beginning to enjoy the rhythm of his cock, Nick surprised me again by pulling out suddenly;

"I'm bored of your mouth, should I fuck you, whore?" He said, stroking his hypnotic cock slowly in front of me. I couldn't resist;

"Yes please Sir, fuck me hard. Fuck me in front of everyone." I said, lost in wild eroticism.

"I will, don't worry about that, but tell the guys they can all fuck you whenever they want," he said teasingly. As I was about to, he had a further idea. He unzipped my dressed and slid it off me and tossed it across the floor. He had me sit on the low table in the middle of the guys and lie back. He roughly spread my legs giving the guys a complete view of my soaked pussy;

"Open your slut pussy up and play with that clit in front of these boys as you tell them what you want them to do...." He said.

I looked up to see that the guys had all pulled their own cocks out as they remained seated in their chairs watching me. Nick was standing just to my left and he knelt down and started pinching my nipples as I complied again, reaching between my legs, pulling my soaked pussy lips apart and rubbing my clit. 

I felt like I had electrocuted myself as my clit jolted against my finger. I was breathless and I knew I could come quickly with all the pent up tension of the day. Filled with intense lust, I'd forgotten what I was supposed to be doing as I fingered myself keenly in front of 3 19-year old guys who were wanking at the sight. Nick was annoyed however;

"Tell them slut! Don't disobey me. I told you to tell them what you want them to do" he said, pinching and twisting my nipple to emphasise the point;

"Oh fuck, oh fuck....." I said as I pleasured myself. I looked up at the guys again and thought of what to say in my lust addled mind, "I want you all to fuck me hard, use me like a fuck toy. Pound my slutty cunt.....take turns inside me. I want all of your cocks....mmmmm....oh god...."

Nick surprised me then. He slid between my legs, pushed my own sticky fingers aside and replaced them with his tongue. He drew my legs up so the guys could all see deep inside me as he parted my pussy lips to expose my throbbing clit to everyone. 

With one hand above my clit and the other with his fingers probing my cunt, he raked his thick tongue over my clit and over my pussy lips. I could feel my pussy juices falling out of me as my juices coated his face;

"I hope you're watching fellas. This is how you eat a cunt!" he said, as he moved both his lips over my clit and starting kissing my pussy, his tongue circling my engorged clit. I looked at him bobbing between my legs and now I looked lustily at the 3 guys, all of whom had hold of their own handfuls of thick cock that would soon find their way inside me.

Nick disappointed me temporarily. He withdrew his mouth and stood back up, invited me to suck my own juices from his fingers and he thrust them in and out of his mouth. He took hold of my hand and guided it back between my legs as he gripped his own cock and started stroking himself as he joined the others again in watching me willingly humiliate myself by masturbating in front of them all.

I was coming and there was no stopping it now. My stockinged legs were as wide apart as I could get them and my fingers were lathered in my pussy juice as I rubbed my clit frantically only inches from all of the guys. 

I let out a roar and threw my head backwards against the table as my pussy erupted against my fingers. The world went fuzzy and hazy as I climaxed and even though I could hear all the guys cheering and laughing, they seemed like they were in a different world as I came. 

As was almost customary, Nick left me no time to recover from my come. He walked the one step towards me and turned me over on to all fours on the table. He moved behind me and slapped his heavy cock against my arse. 

I knew I was about to be fucked hard in front of the three guys. I didn't even feel my usual humiliation, I just felt totally aroused, I couldn't wait for it to start. I wanted to show them all more of my true nature, wanted them to marvel at how much I loved Nick's cock inside me, even laugh at how easily he controlled me.

Nick wanted that too. He roughly spread my cunt and with some aggression, grabbed hold of his shaft and speared it up me. I was so wet that he was like a hot knife through butter as he plumbed deep inside me straight away. I knew from his motions and his noises that this was going to be a complete rutting fuck. He was going to fuck me hard and demonstrate his complete dominance of me.

My assumption was proved right. With his shaft buried safely in my cunt, he gripped my hips each side and drew his shaft almost all the way back out of me before a sharp pelvic thrust slid it right back inside me. 

As he got into rhythm, his thrusts got harder, sharper, more powerful. My boobs were bouncing beneath me in time with his thrusts which were making slapping noises as his stomach and his balls slapped against my bum which rippled against his powerful torso.

"You like that Rosie?" Nick said breathlessly as he moved his hands from my hips to my shoulders.

"Oooh fuck yes, I love it. I love your big dick inside me....mmmmm..." I said, not really knowing what I was saying.

"I know you do, slag. You love my cock inside you. Lost count of how often I've had it inside you this week. Plenty more to come eh Rosie?"




One Week of Slut Pt. 04: Wednesday



"Ohhh fuck, " I moaned as I struggled to speak as he split my pussy in two, "Yes, fuck me however you want, I fuckin' love it!" I cried.

Nick grunted his pleasure at my lust filled screeching. It seemed to tip him over the edge. I thought he was going to fill my pussy with his spunk. I wanted him to but instead he pulled his rock hard dick out of me and tottered forwards and over me to line his cock up with my face. I leant in quickly to suck it but I wasn't quick enough, with my mouth an inch or two from his cock, I saw a thick jet of spunk arrow towards me as he coated my face again.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Nick said, as he stroked about five sticky ropes of come over my face and in my mouth. I was completely out of control now and drew my fingers over my cheek and forehead to collect the come and suck it into my mouth. Nick towered over me and obligingly filled my mouth with his thick pipe again as I cleaned his cock.

Satisfied, Nick pulled his cock out. I looked up to see the 3 guys all stood up around me, cocks angry and horizontal in their grip, determined looks on all their faces. Nick stepped back;

"I'm off for a shower and a snooze lads. Fuck her brains out! I want to hear the screams from my room!" he said, chuckling. As he set off, he turned to me, "3 19-year olds on heat, you're in for a hard time for the next hour or two Rosie girl!" I looked up at him and smiled. We both knew it to be the case and we both knew I loved the fact. I couldn't wait to be used by these young guys.

As Nick left the room, his cock still hard and swinging majestically. Three other cocks loomed into my view. I was lying on the small lounge table wearing just a pair of black stockings, my legs wide apart, my pussy sore and stretched from Nick's invasion. I wanted to do this right and show all of these guys a good time. I wanted to be the complete willing slut for them and make them feel good. I looked up and smiled at them, draping my hand between my legs;

"Now then, who wants to go first in my pussy?" I said as sexily as I could muster. I looked from guy to guy. They weren't sure;

"I can suck someone at the same time?" I offered helpfully.

Liam took the initiative. He dropped to his knees between my legs and aimed his cock at my hole;

"It's my birthday. I should be first inside!" he said to the other two, He wasted no time as he pushed my hand aside and fed his fat prick into my willing slit. I let out an audible 'mmm' as he filled me satisfyingly and felt the gentle motion of him as he started thrusting slowly inside me. I looked at the other two guys as Liam lay on top of me. I wanted to please them to;

"Someone come here, I want to suck some dick!" I offered as Liam fucked me. 

"I want to fuck you too!" Owen replied. Ben nodded in agreement, "Me too!" he said. Essentially, they formed a queue behind Liam waiting for my cunt. I smiled to myself as it dawned on me that two 19-year olds had essentially just refused my offer of sucking their dicks. No matter I thought, I'll take them all in my pussy!

Liam's cock felt huge inside me as he essentially did press-ups over me. I draped my arms around his own muscular biceps and spread my legs wide as he pounded into me. In a rare moment of tenderness that day, he stooped down to me and kissed me, our tongues entwining as he gave me an enthusiastic seeing to.

I responded and let my tongue loose inside his mouth as my pussy was being prised apart by his young cock. I could hear the liquid squelch of our mouths but also of his rod inside me as my pussy coated his cock as I opened my legs wide, drawing him in with my thighs and calves. 

He continued to hump me until quite suddenly and almost unexpectedly, he stiffened his back and threw his head back. I pressed his bum into me as he sank his cock into me up to the hilt and I felt his cock empty his come inside me violently.

He groaned softly and remained completely still for about thirty seconds as his balls emptied inside me. As soon as he was done, he withdrew his cock and I felt a dollop of come land on my lower stomach.

"Fuck, sloppy seconds now, lad!" Owen said, "Why didn't you come over her face like Nick!" he complained.

"Fuck off, she's my whore. I'll come wherever I want. You come over her face if you're so worried!" Liam retorted.

"No chance, I'm not missing out on this!" Owen said. As he did this, he repeated exactly what Liam had just done. He dropped to his knees and pressed his cock into me. Perhaps showing his inexperience, he didn't manage to find his way in despite the fact my slit felt as wide as a tunnel right then. I didn't want him embarrassed so I leaned in and grasped his cock and fed it into my own hole.

The process sounded mechanical as both Owen and then Ben fucked me in the same position as the other two watched. I loved it however. Each on their own would have represented a disappointing experience but I was focussing on the sheer thrill of being an obliging whore to three teenage guys. 

I loved their expressions, somewhere between overwhelming lust and gratitude as they each had my cunt and deposited their sticky loads inside me. As shameful as it sounds I was only disappointed that there weren't more guys to stick their cocks up me.

As Ben did me last, he popped his cock out of me and I felt the dull internal pain of my well used pussy now full of three loads of young spunk and sore from 4 guys stretching me. 

Ben deviated from the others by presenting his still thick cock to my mouth for sucking and as I did I reflected on the fact I was probably tasting three guy's jizz at once on his cock. He surprised me a little more as I'd sucked him by leaning his ball sack on my lips and made me suck his balls which I did keenly as he took the opportunity to pinch my nipples and mash my tits.

The lads had me fetch them more beers and I used their post-coital slumber to leave them to it. I got myself a calming cup of tea and sat in the kitchen with it before heading to the shower. Despite wiping myself off I was still coated in sperm and had it sloshing around inside me. 

I stepped into the shower and blasted it on. I always loved the feeling after sex of the jets of hot water skirting across me as I lathered my body up and soothed away the aches of the sex. 

My mind spun to what had just happened and my hand inevitably slid between my legs. I reached and teased for my clit again and almost fell against the glass wall of the shower as my clit almost exploded to my touch. I pictured Liam, Owen and Ben all in that queue to fuck me. I pictured me on the table my legs obligingly splayed open as I allowed each of them easy use of my cunt, making the wank fantasies of three young guys come true.

My head dizzied again as I leant against the shower, water cascading between my breasts and my legs and I let out an audible moan as my pussy contracted violently and I came again, the juices of my pussy running down my legs and mingling with the water. 

My breath was ragged and I felt such a dirty, out of control whore as I stepped out of the shower. I hadn't meant to do that but I couldn't help myself, I had to come and I did. I mentally shrugged it off. This was my week of slut so anything went but I knew I wouldn't even be able to remember how many orgasms I had had since Sunday.

As I started to towel myself dry, the bathroom door opened and Ben walked in calmly. He eyed me leeringly and even though he had royally fucked me just over an hour before, I still tried to cover myself with the towel. Ben had other ideas though;

"No slut, I don't think so!" he said as he pulled the towel from me and tossed it onto the floor. I looked at him with a snarl but I knew I was also his plaything that afternoon too. What he did next though tested even my willingness;

"I've read about girls like you, " he said abruptly, "Like a bit of humiliation do you?" he said, his face inches from mine. I looked away but he held my chin and turned me to face him. I answered, "Yes....yes I do..." I offered.

"Help me take a piss!" he said abruptly.

My eyes bulged wide, "What? ...no, no...I don't do that sort of stuff....!" I said, looking down and noticing his flaccid cock was already out. 

"Yes you will, you'll do what I say....and you'll call me Sir when you answer me!" Ben said, with a touch of menace in his voice.

"I....oh....fuck...." I couldn't speak coherently as the shock of the request was met by an intense wash of lust. Without being able to compose myself, Ben had walked me over to the toilet and pushed me onto my knees next to him;

"All you need to do is hold my cock over the toilet and aim my piss into the pan, how hard is that to do?" Ben said. With that, he picked up my hand and placed it on his cock. Almost as soon as he had done that, I felt the warm rush of piss as it jetted out of his cock. He was obviously enjoying the scenario as I'm sure most guys aren't semi-hard as they take a pee normally but I had easily enough room on his length to hold his shaft and direct his cock.

I watched in fascination almost as if it wasn't me that had had hold of his cock, wondering how this had happened and what had happened to Ben who was suddenly become sort of Dominating Master. He just leaned his head back and enjoyed his pee. I watched the long stream of pee as it hit the toilet pan. I was snapped out of this weird reverie by Ben;

"That was nice, now suck it!" he said, smirking down at me. I was shocked at the request again but this now seemed like a challenge and we both knew I wanted to suck it. I moved in an inch or two closer and opened my mouth wide and fed his cock into my mouth. As I did so, Ben shocked me still further by thrusting it straight into my mouth making me gag and cough. He pulled it out a little and then ordered me to lick it.

I lapped at the head of his dick with my tongue which he moaned at in pleasure;

"Ever tasted piss?" he said, smirking at me.

"No...no Sir..." I said nervously.

"Well you're about to. I've got a little left so I want you to drink it and then give my cock a good sucking. OK?"

My face must have betrayed my shock and surprise. The main shock and surprise was internal as my heart raced and my tummy jolted, I was actually hoping he would make me do this. In the cold light of day it was disgusting and I was nauseated at the thought even then but my desire for humiliation won out, I was intrigued. I looked up at him and just nodded nervously, my cheeks flush with shame.

"Right, here it comes, drink!" he said and sure enough as I closed my mouth around the head of his cock, a warm salty jet of pee splattered against the back of my throat. It was strong and acrid and my first thought was I was going to vomit but luckily, most of his wee had ended up in the toilet, this was just a little 'taster' so to speak. He hissed in satisfaction at relieving himself in my mouth and pulled his cock out afterwards.

My eyes had teared up, whether with the shame or the foul taste of this pee but he paid no attention to that;

"Want to suck my cock then or what?" he said, waving it arrogantly in my face.

I looked and thought about it. I did, desperately, "Yes I do.....Sir..." I said, looking him in the eye. He grinned back down at me. I had to almost remind myself he was a 19 year old guy. It didn't seem to matter just then as he fed his cock into my mouth and started to rhythmically fuck my mouth.

I held my mouth open, not that I had a choice and just held on for dear life as he keenly used my mouth and thrust in slowly but deeply, pressing the head of his cock to the back of my throat. He seemed to get tired of this though and told me to 'do some of the work.' I grasped his cock with my hand and licked up and down his shaft and sucked slowly.

As I was getting into it and he was showing signs of wanting to unload, we were interrupted by someone;

"Fuck's sake Ben, can't you do that outside, I'm bursting for a pee!" Owen said as he came in, his eyes wide as he took in the scene of me on my knees next to the toilet sucking Ben's nob. 

"It's OK, I'm nearly done. We'll just move across a little!" he said and in doing so, shunted the both of us about 3 feet from the toilet. As I was placed there, Ben issued fresh orders;

"Put your hands behind your head and open your mouth!" he barked.

As I did so, he gripped his now thick cock and forced it deeply into my mouth, filling my mouth completely and making me moan with the effort;

"Look up into my eyes. I'm going to fill your mouth with spunk, little slut!" Ben said, as he fucked my mouth in long strokes. I did as he ordered and just in time as I met his gaze, I saw the glazed but determined look of Ben as he held his cock in place and emptied his balls into my mouth.

The force of his orgasm caused me to cough and splutter as I choked down his jizz. I caught his eye and saw his lazy grin as watched me struggle with his sperm for what seemed like an age before he withdrew his cock and walked over to the sink to wash it. I slumped against my knees and tried to recover my breath but I didn't get much time.

Without even saying a word, a smiling Owen moved away from the toilet and turned at an angle to face me. He simply presented his semi-hard cock to my face. I took a deep breath and didn't even bother with any protest or discussion as I knew what was expected. I just opened my mouth and slid my lips over the head of his cock obligingly. It hardened in my mouth quickly as I gripped the throbbing shaft. Owen ran his fingers through my hair as he watched me work on his cock.

Owen didn't force anything, he just watched from his standing position, with one hand on the wall next to us for stability as I chugged away on my knees in the toilet. Owen betrayed no emotion other that a seeming determination to see what was happening as if he was determined not to forget the experience. 

I sucked him quite methodically without any real finesse or technique. I gripped the base of his shaft and slurped eagerly on the head of his cock. Within a couple of minutes, Owen's breathing got more ragged. As he approached orgasm, he clumsily started to hump into my mouth before I felt his knees buckle slightly as he emptied into my mouth.

For some reason, as he was in the middle of his come and I'd felt a couple of globs of come hitting the back of my mouth, he pulled his dick out my mouth and landed the rest of the come on my lips and chin. He simply looked down, grinned almost apologetically and said, "Thanks," before hopping over to the sink and washing his cock, pulling it back into his pants and walking out.

I stood shakily to my feet, the taste of two 19 years guys in my mouth before washing my face in the sink, washing myself clean of spunk but wondering how long my clean face would last.

"Where you been slut?" Said Nick leeringly from his place seated on the couch as I re-joined the guys.

"Err, I've been in the shower..." I said, blushing, knowing I had of course no way of keeping what had happened quiet.

"Suck any cocks while you were in there, slut?" Nick said, to giggles from the others.

"Er, yes..." I said, blushing profusely, avoiding eye contact with everyone amidst the laughter.

"Yes you did, dirty cock-sucker!" Nick added, grinning, "But...if you can manage to last half an hour without sucking a cock, the guys here would like some food before they go out! Sort it out Rosie girl!" I glared at Nick but complied as usual as the guys drank more beer and get rowdy in the lounge. Not wanting to cook naked, I fetched a dressing gown from my room and headed off to the kitchen.

As I returned half an hour later I realised a further humiliation was in store for me as the guys were sat lazily supping beers while Nick was entertaining them with a special home movie he'd made as he propped up his laptop on the low table. Yes, you've guessed it. As I walked in with dinner, the TV showed me on all fours sucking Liam's cock.

Mercifully, the arrival of dinner cut their viewing short and we all ate dinner at the table. Afterwards I cleaned up in the kitchen as the guys got ready for their gig outing. Whilst mostly uneventful, Ben came into the kitchen grinning. He tapped me on the shoulder as I did the dishes.

"Hey slut, are you here all week?" He said expectantly, still grinning.

I looked at him with a little trepidation, "Err, yes I am....why?" 

"I thought I'd told you, it's Sir..." he said, not a flicker of emotion on his face.

I blushed at the indignity of having to call such a young guy that but I complied as something deep inside me called for me to, "Yes I am...Sir...." I said, not being able to prevent a hot blush of my face.

"I might just come back sometime....and pee all over you. I think you'd like it," he said, looking inquisitively at me.

"I...er...I'm not sure I'd like that...SIr," I said uncertainly, not even sure if I was being truthful.

"Oh I think you will," Ben said, calmly undoing the tie on my gown and thus fully exposing my nakedness to him before helping himself to a full grope of my breasts and looking me in the eye as if trying to see something there. He just smiled arrogantly and walked out. I took a deep breath and re-tied my gown.

I was glad when Nick said he was going to go out with the others to the gig. It gave me time to reflect on what had happened but also to try and relax. I was exhausted by the trauma of everything that had happened and needed thinking time, especially about Ben. This was darker territory than I'd wanted to get in but somehow it had just happened and somehow I had been intensely excited by it.

I wondered if Ben was some sort of junior Master in the making. In his presence, my head went to mush and I seemed to lose any ability to refuse what he asked. What's more, he seemed to know that as well as I did. I found myself thinking of Ben and hoping he would come back to the flat at some point. I felt there was something there I needed to explore but at the same I was terrified by it.

WEDNESDAY EVENING

I had a relatively quiet early evening before deciding to call in with my hubby, Paul. I phoned him first but on the call he asked me to SKYPE him. As I did and he appeared on screen, he was naked and had his cock in his hand already;

"Wow, you're keen!" I said to him, my senses warming to the familiar face and my love of my husband. For some reason I felt a little teary and emotional at the sight of him and a sudden desire to go home seized me. 

I was grateful for this chance to explore my desire for submission but the sight of my husband on his own wanting my company suddenly made me feel very lonely. A couple of hours ago, I was kneeling in front of a toilet allowing a 19 year old to pee and then come in my mouth before another guy took my mouth straight after. All that time, my husband and my home seemed a million miles away, now it was in front of me on the screen.

"I am keen yes," Paul said, "Keen to know which challenge he picked?" 

"Challenge?" I said, not realising what he was talking about before remembering the cards, "Oh the challenge, right. I was his Brother's birthday present!" I said, looking into the screen, wanting to see and hear Paul's reaction.

"Wow!" said Paul, stroking his cock as he sat in his chair, "...and has he had his present?" He asked

"Ummm, yes he has. I sucked his dick this morning and then he fucked me in the afternoon!" I said, always intrigued by the effect these admissions had on him.

"Oh fuck!" Paul said, "How old is he?"

"19." I said, a glow of embarrassment on my face at the admission.

"19! You dirty whore!" Said Paul, chuckling to himself. I blushed, but smiled at the same time, sharing the joke with him. For some reason I hadn't told him about Ben, or Owen and certainly not what Ben had made me do. Definitely something for another time I thought, if I could ever tell him at all.




One Week of Slut Pt. 05: Thursday



THURSDAY MORNING

Over the last few days, I had already gotten into something of a routine and as the alarm on my phone rang out at 6.30 a.m. again, my train of thought was simply shower, make up, skirt on, make breakfast and suck Nick's cock. Today though would be somewhat different.

I'd got as far as the shower part of my slut routine and like previous days, the lather and warmth on my skin was stirring my erotic senses nicely as I thought of those young guys, and Nick, all fucking me and helping themselves freely to my body. I thought of Ben and his arrogant, even harsh domination of me, and of Nick and Liam arse fucking me in front of my husband and the now familiar stirrings of my erotic senses begun again.

My body was starting to feel the strain of so much sex though. My pussy and arse were sore and needed all of my soapy ministrations as I used the shower to soothe and soak away my aches and pains. It was as I climbed out of the shower that my routine for the day fell apart. I almost jumped out of my skin as I was grabbed as I towelled myself dry. It was Nick and he forcefully pulled me into the centre of my bedroom, pressing me down onto my knees as my towel was pulled off me. 

Before I could even collect my senses, Nick had unfurled his thick cock and presented it near my mouth. I was trained well by now and simply opened my mouth and slurped eagerly on his thick head feeling the delicious thick veiny pole against my tongue. I had barely begun however when I looked up to see three other guys in a circle around me, all sporting erect cocks. 

I looked across to see one was Liam. The two behind me I guessed correctly were Ben and Owen. I had forgotten they were still here; they had all fell asleep drunk the night before after their night out and had clearly decided to stick around; I could hardly blame them when free and easy sex was on offer and I most certainly was on offer.

I'm not even sure how I got into the position as the guys were controlling me like a fuck toy but I quickly had Ben and Owen's cocks in each hand while I sucked Nick and Liam in turn. Nick took great delight in sliding his length over my face as I sucked his younger Brother;

"So its dogging today then?" said Ben behind me, to Nick.

"In a manner of speaking!" said Nick as he made me take his dick in my mouth. 

I was already on heat and felt surrounded from all sides by thick slabs of cock all vying for the attention of my mouth and I was already looking forward to the plastering I was sure to get. The heat all over my body was enhanced by numerous hands all over me as my nipples were toyed with, my thighs and pussy stroked. I was required to wait though as the plans for my day became a little clearer;

"How do you mean in a manner of speaking?" said Liam, standing next to his Brother and gripping his cock as he fed it into my willing mouth almost casually.

"I've invented a new style of dogging!" said Nick, as he rubbed the head of his cock dismissively over my neck and shoulder as I revelled in this early morning cock degradation.

"New style of dogging, what you on about!?" said one of the guys behind me. I didn't know who it was but I knew at that point that I had hold of his thick cock in my hand.

As the frenzy of sloppy cocks around me continued, I was suddenly hauled to my feet by Nick and marched the small number of steps over to my bed and to my chest of drawers.

"Would you like to dogging Rosie?" Nick said, as his thick erect cock pointed suggestively at me. 

I sat on the edge of the bed as Nick had urged me to do and looked around quickly to see the other three younger guys all sporting similar hard shafts, all holding them and looking at me. I felt completely light headed and confused; I wanted them all, right there and then;

"Yes...Nick, yes I'd love to go dogging...I guess..." I said, deciding for some reason not to call him 'Sir', it didn't seem like anything he was ever bothered about anyway. He smiled at my answer;

"Dogging with a difference today then!" said Nick. As he said it he pushed me onto my back and spread my legs wide open, "This dogging will all be done in this flat!" As he said these words, he forced his thick cock straight up inside me, taking me by surprise and causing me to cry out in pain and shock. 

The bastard always seemed to keep me guessing. I was fully expecting him to tease me for a few minutes as he normally did but this time he speared his shaft deep inside me. I wasn't fully ready and he met resistance but the walls of my pussy seemed to melt away with the momentum of his throbbing prick.

The guys gathered around in a semi-circle over me as Nick buried his cock deep inside me and just held it there as I arched my back and almost clung to the covers of the bed which I grasped as I was speared open. With his cock deep inside me and held still, Nick told me and the others about the day ahead;

"Rosie here is going to be our dogging slut all day fellas. That means she's our cheap and easy slut for the duration. We'll call it off at midnight tonight by which time she'll hopefully have had all your cocks several which ways! The rules are simple for her; she does everything any of us tells her to do all day straight away, without pause or comment!" As he said this, Nick started to slowly pull/push his cock in and out of my now throbbing pussy.

I embarrassed myself by letting out a low murmur of excitement as he said what I was to do. My head was in a fog, it seemed like a dream come true for me, a scenario I had always wanted. I even began to think of what the time was and how long I would be their fuck toy for. It couldn't be much past 7am still; I had a full day of service ahead of me! My reverie was snapped away by Nick talking again as he slowly fucked me;

"Of course, with it being dogging, it's not just going to be just the four of us. A slut like this needs more cock than we've got. So I'm going to arrange for some surprises during the day!" I couldn't even begin to imagine what these might be at that point as I was forced to concentrate on what was happening right then. 

I wasn't sure why Nick had called this 'dogging' as it obviously wasn't. It seemed like it was just going to be me being a fuck slut for the guys like yesterday but this was after all what I was here for so I was determined to do whatever I was asked. It was probably as simple as the fact that the guys had unexpectedly stayed over from last night and Nick had seized an opportunity to use and abuse me in front of his Brother and friends, and act that definitely played to his male ego big time.

Always determined to blind side me it seemed, Nick pulled his cock out of me completely and stood between my legs. He grasped his cock and pulled me upright so my face was up close and personal with it. The thick head of his cock and the thick veiny shaft glistened with my pussy juice. I looked up at him and he grinned malevolently at me;

"Do you like the idea Rosie? All these guys and some more besides treating you like the cheap fuck toy you are?" As he said this, he reached between my legs and slid a finger inside my pussy, rubbing his rough thumb against my clit. I arched my back with pleasure as my lust fog descended over me and took me prisoner;

"Yes...yes please, make me your cheap fuck toy!" I said, as I grasped Nick's hand with mine as he finger fucked me. It felt delicious being toyed with like this in front of the three younger guys. 

"Good girl. Tell all the guys here that you'll obey us all today. Anytime we want one of your slutty holes you'll drop what you're doing and assume the position!?" Nick continued as he picked up the pace and my pussy squelched in time with his fingers inside me and on my clit;

"Agggnnnggg! Yes, I'll do whatever you tell me...boys...use me wherever and whenever you want. I want to please your lovely...cocks...all day...oooohhhh...! I'm a dirty slut, I'll suck all your dicks...fuck them...anything..." 

I didn't know what I was saying as Nick fingered me. My legs were turning to mulch on the bed and I was practically trying to eat his hand with my pussy to get it further inside me. 

The scene amused the 'boys' greatly as they held their own cocks in their hands and laughed and grinned at their enjoyment of watching Nick so easily owning me and my own honest admission of my lust for them and this scenario. There was also clear lust in their eyes as they'd just heard a supposedly mature woman give herself up to them all so easily. Mental images of what would be happening today started to flit across my mind as Nick now had three fingers inside me.

To my embarrassment, I suddenly realised the position I was now in. I had slid off the bed and Nick was kneeling on the floor. He wasn't moving his hands into me any longer, I was essentially riding his fingers, allowing them to spear in and out of me as the juices from my pussy leaked over his hands. 

I was embarrassed as all the other three guys had a completely open view of my cunt as Nick's fingers stretched it. I couldn't care less any more though. I screamed in pleasure as with one final buck of my knees, my pussy exploded and I cried out in joy. Nick had to hold me upright in my sitting position to prevent me falling onto the floor as my orgasm overtook me. I practically sobbed with pleasure into his chest.

Nick hauled me up to my feet shortly after, grinning from ear to ear at what he had done. I was very shaky on my feet;

"Better get yourself cleaned up Rosie girl. We want you clean and fresh to begin with. The lads have got something for you I think!" he leered. I took a swift glance around the room at the hard cocks that were always seemingly pointed at me and I thought of how busy I'd be. As I set off to the other corner of the room and the shower, Ben blocked my view;

"On your knees slut! I want my dick sucked now!" he leered. I quickly looked around to Nick but he just shrugged and grinned. 

Realising today's rules were already in effect, there was nothing for me to do but to drop to my knees in front of him. Not that it was an unpleasant thought, my body and senses throbbed to the excitement of the situation. As I knelt in front of him, I reached for his cock and wrapped my hand around it, feeling the meaty throb immediately, conscious that all the others were still watching.

I looked deeply into Ben's eyes. He intrigued me. He may be only 19 but as I knew from yesterday, there was a frightening dominance in his manner and his voice that called to me. He had already had me do things I didn't think I had wanted to and as I circled my tongue around his cock for the first time that day, I wondered what else he'd have me doing. 

I did have an overwhelming feeling of submission well up inside me. Whatever Ben had done to me yesterday and as I locked eyes with him, I revelled in the knowledge that he knew he could and would do anything he wanted to me that day. My first cock-suck of Ben was to be short-lived however. He'd just given himself enough time to grip my hair and thrust harshly into my mouth twice before he pulled out completely, leaving me blinking in surprise on my knees;

"No spunk yet slut, I want to wait a little first. I was just checking you knew the rules from now on and you really were our cheap dirty little cock-sucker. Now go and get that shower before we all pound yer!" As he said this, he held the head of his cock near my cheek and my nose and rubbed it into my skin gently, almost marking his territory.

I took a deep, over-excited breath and walked into the shower cubicle. I turned the shower head on full blast and poured gel all over me in a frenzied shower. Over the noise of the water, I heard the guys talking together and laughing. They were obviously deciding what to do with me and when.

As I walked out I realised the debate concerned what I should be wearing as the 'flat slut'. Nick again assumed the role of master of ceremonies;

"Here put these on," he said, tossing me a new pair of black stockings still in their packet, "Not the most original but we are guys and we're obsessed by them!" he joked.

I caught the stockings and sat on the chair next to the bed, at this point completely naked. Even though I was actually putting clothes on, I blanched in embarrassment as two of the guys 'high-fived' and called out lewdly as I drew the stockings over my legs. Despite my embarrassment, I did act up the scene as much as I dared, by lifting my legs vertically in turn as I put the stockings on. 

Despite (or maybe actually because of) the knowledge that lifting my legs like this gave them an easy view of my pussy, I also was determined to demonstrate a strange sort of assurance I had now developed in these scenarios. I wanted the guys to see me being a full participant in this. Of course, I was the submissive slut, there to do what I was ordered but I was determined somehow to prove to them I wanted this just as much, maybe even more than they did. 

Besides which, I had always been proud of my legs and I do enjoy wearing stockings. I must admit, as predictable as the choice was, I already felt twice the slut with them on. So much so in fact that I kept my legs 'casually' wide apart as I sat on the chair and enjoyed the sight of all of the guys staring at my glistening pussy between my stockinged legs. As I sat I proceeded to listen, almost in amusement as the guys now openly discussed how they would dress me;

"I think she should be like yesterday, I wanna bang the arse off her in that nurse outfit again!"

"No, we've done that, why not just as she is, who needs clothes!?"

"Nah, I love a bit of dress up on a bird. I want her wearing stuff while she takes my cock!"

The last view won out and Nick as the self-styled 'dogging leader' picked out one of the shortest skirts I owned, a navy blue skirt that was three inches above my knee. With this, a slightly unusual choice; one of my cream-coloured blouses that Paul at home liked to call the 'straight-jacket' as the material had two 'straps' that fastened in a bow at the front. Of course, this top is supposed to worn over something else, at very least a bra but I was given nothing.

The guys watched intently as I zipped up my skirt and put on the blouse. The ensemble was finished off by a pair of black heels. As I finished, he moved me into the centre of the room and made me twirl. My stocking tops were fully on view but apart from that (and the fact that on close inspection you could see my nipples through the fabric of the top), I looked like I was dressed for the office. I had in fact worn both of these garments to the office many times, just never without underwear and never whilst wearing stockings. Give me a white bra and a pair of tights and I could have spent a perfectly respectable day in the office happily wearing them.

"Turn around and bend over Rosie girl!" Nick said, not waiting for me to comply but practically shoving me into the chair, my arse facing the guys, my knees on the chair.

"What we have with this outfit is the classic office lady on the outside..." said Nick, revelling in the spotlight again, "With the dirty cock-sucking slut underneath!" As he said this, he yanked my short skirt up over my hips to cheers from the guys. My face was red, my arse was fully exposed to them. I was yanked unceremoniously up however and made to face the guys. Nick leaned in, undid the tie on my top and the guys all cheered again as the top melted away down my arms as my tits bounced easily into view.

"Fuckin' perfect!" said Liam, "But my cock is aching, I need to take this slut now!" he said, his face and speech full of aroused testosterone. Nick smiled and made a symbolic point of stepping aside as if to say, "All yours boys!" The three younger guys moved in eagerly like a pack of hungry wolves. My heart raced in anticipation. This was something I absolutely loved. Even the brief experience of yesterday made me realise I wanted this so much. So much so, that I lost control of myself and wanted to demonstrate my eagerness;

"Oh fuck, let me suck your dick. I need you in my mouth!" I said, as I knelt on the floor and without any prompting, sank Liam's full length into my mouth. I was as eager to please as I'd ever been in that moment. I wrapped my hand tightly around the base of his shaft and opened my mouth, then my throat as widely as I could. I hummed contentedly as I felt his thick cock spear its way down my throat, my eyes tearing up immediately. Liam grabbed the back of my head and gripped his cock, drawing it in and out my mouth.

It was these moments that made it all so delicious for me; the moments I could be the obliging and willing whore. I just loved what seemed at times to be the empowering feeling of sucking a guy's cock and looking up into his eyes to see something approaching concentrated gratitude as I willingly pleasured him.

As this started, Owen, or maybe it was Ben, dropped to his knees behind me. He yanked my skirt back up over my hips and without any pretence at ceremony, spread my pussy lips open with the head of his cock and shafted it roughly inside me. I groaned inwardly with Liam's cock playing havoc with my mouth. The guys each fucked their lengths into me from either side as I almost lost consciousness at the sheer eroticism of it all. 

This was enhanced as I looked to my left and saw Nick's rock hard cock in front of me. At first I thought he wanted me to jerk him off but I looked up vertically and saw that he was filming us. I almost came there and then at the realisation of how exposed I was, a real life porn actress for the day.

I had thought the guys being so young would have little control but I was gladly wrong. Liam withdrew his cock from me and stepped aside and Owen now loomed into my view. As I was about to swallow his prick, Ben (as I know knew him to be) continued to fuck me. He withdrew his cock sharply from out of me and stood me up on my feet, only to push me down again into Owen's cock.

Now stood up and bent over, Liam pulled my skirt back up again and just as I had allowed Owen's cock to fill my mouth, Ben slammed into my pussy again, this time gripping the back of my neck with both his hands as he stood up straight and shafted me hard, pinning me down in place for his cock. He fucked me so hard that the sound of his stomach against my bum filled the room. Owen pressed the top of my head down onto his prick as my mouth was fucked hard too. 

I was in heaven but my only slight frustration was rhythm. Just as I was feeling like I was going to explode, both cocks left me and I was pulled into another position. Owen was replaced by Nick and I had the pleasure once more of Nick's thick cock finding its way to the back of my throat as I cupped and squeezed his balls. As he did this, Liam lifted my left leg off the ground and up against his chest and made me cry out as he drove his full length balls-deep inside me with my pussy so exposed.

The two Brother's high-fived above me as they each filled me full of cock. I was barely conscious by now it felt but I did notice the camera was being passed around. I think Ben had it now as the action focussed on my taking it from both ends again.

"Jeez, give it to the fuckin' slut!" said Owen, seemingly impressed by how hard I was being fucked. 

Without really knowing what was going on, I was suddenly being carried into the main living room. I was sat on the arm of a couch and then pushed back on to it. My skirt around my waist yet again, my legs were splayed open and all the guys surrounded me;

"Are you enjoying the fucking slut?" said Liam as I looked up to see him aiming his cock at my wet slit. I groaned in excitement as all four guys were in front of me and could see my legs completely exposed, my stretched pussy waiting invitingly for them. 




One Week of Slut Pt. 05: Thursday



"Yes...Yes I am ...please fuck me...I need it...oh fuck..." I said as I watched him stroke his throbbing cock, all pretence of composure gone. I was on heat and I just needed cock and if I had to degrade myself to get it, I would.

Nick moved around to my head and without needing instruction, I opened my mouth wide. Nick leaned against the couch and sank his prick deeply into my mouth. I didn't move my head, I just opened my mouth wide to allow Nick to fuck my mouth. As he did so, Liam slammed into me, hard and fast causing me to scream inwardly, the noise reduced and muffled by Nick's cock filling my mouth so completely.

The guys were quickly into such a keen rhythm that I knew they weren't going to stop this time. I didn't want them to. I lay on my back on the couch as my throat was filled by Nick's cock and his younger Brother hammered my pussy. Unusually it was Nick who exploded first. As he fucked my mouth, I felt his rhythm now that was very familiar to me. He always liked to slow down just before he came. He yanked his cock in and out my mouth and then slowly filled me again before drawing it right back. As he cried out in excitement he screamed at me;

"Keep your mouth open. Take all of this!" I did, just in time and almost choked as the first angry missile flew straight into my mouth, as did the second whilst the rest went past my mouth and coated my cheek and then my lower chin. His orgasm subsiding, he scooped cum off my face and had me lick his fingers dry before his stuck the head of his cock back in my mouth again for good measure. I swirled my tongue over the head and sucked the come from his cock.

All the while I was having my first cum bath of the day, Liam was still between my legs fucking me with that gorgeous thick cock. I looked back to him and saw him, eyes closed, shagging me rhythmically but with control so he didn't lose it too quickly. I was still watching him so was surprised to see another cock appear where Nick's had just been. I don't think I even looked up to see who it was (what difference did it make?) but instead, simply opened my mouth wide and took as much of the length as I could.

The cock turned out to belong to Owen. I could tell he wasn't experienced as he didn't quite know whether to thrust or to leave it to me. He was like a kid in the sweet shop not knowing what to do first and his hands mashed my boobs beneath me as he determined to get his fill of sensory experience. To improve his rhythm, I leaned across and started to push his bum towards me and then back again and as he grunted in pleasure, I realised he had got the hang of it as he now started to fuck my mouth in a slow rhythm.

Owen began to pick up the pace and my eyes were tearing up again as his over excitement caused the head of his cock to threaten my throat a few times. I didn't have long to hold on though as I felt Owen's knees buckle and he gripped the side of my head as his cock exploded in my mouth. 

Whilst his expertise wasn't great, the amount of sperm he produced was certainly impressive; so much so that after several spams of his cock, sperm was leaking out the corner of my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as I could before trying to suck him dry but I had to ladle the rest of the sperm from my face into my mouth tasting the salty stew again.

As I was finishing this task off, Liam had pulled his cock from my pussy and quickly moved around to face me. He had gotten about 6 inches from my face before he unloaded his cock over me, his come covering my face and my hair in thick ribbons. Liam had already developed this casual use of me that I loved and as he enjoyed the sight of his come over my face, he simply pushed his cock back in my mouth for cleaning while saying something I didn't catch to someone else.

As come splattered my mouth and my face, Nick threw me a paper towel which I used to clean at least some of the come from my face. Ben passed the camera over to Nick. Whilst the other three had taken full advantage of me already, I hadn't noticed Ben being involved much other than as a keen observer. After passing the camera on, he sat on the chair opposite me and took his turn;

"Come and sit on my nob!" he shouted to me as I was still recovering from my ordeal. I hauled myself up and faced Ben who was sat on the chair stroking his stiff prick. As I was about to grab his cock and sink onto it, he turned me around, simply saying, 'reverse cowboy!' to me. 

I turned away from him and grabbed the base of his hard on with one hand and opened up my well used pussy with the other. As I did this, I noticed all three guys were facing me, contented smiles on their faces having already been serviced by the slut. Nick had the camcorder and was still following everything.

As I impaled myself on Ben's cock, I gripped each arm of the chair to give me leverage, conscious that the other guys could easily see Ben's shaft disappearing in and out of me. Ben snaked his hands around to my tits and started to maul them as I began to spear myself onto his shaft. With his hands moving to my hips and shoulders, he controlled my movements and my pace. Nick wanted some involvement;

"Looks like you're enjoying that young cock Rosie girl. Come on, get it inside you!" He shouted as he continued to film and I continued to do just that. I felt Ben underneath me squirm and thought he was close but he held me tightly over him and he wouldn't let me move a single inch up or down his pole. He wanted to prolong the experience. With some care, he told me to get off him and he pushed me onto my knees. 

"I want her arse too in a minute, where's the butt plug?" he said as (I suspected) he stalled for time as he was close to coming and was enjoying being the star of the show. Liam set off into a bedroom and came back with the plug and some lube. He handed them to Ben who immediately motioned to spread my arse. This wasn't enough for Nick though;

"Spin her around arse facing the camera!" he said, grinning. As directed, Ben pulled me around and probably smiling for the camera, gleefully squirted lube onto the butt plug before pushing it in and out my arse hole. My breathing was ragged as I felt my bum spread uncomfortably at first. A feeling made a little worse by the crude comments of the guys;

"Fuck, look at her arse spread! My cock won't touch the sides!" bellowed Nick as Ben spread my arse in between rhythmically fucking it with the bulbous butt plug. He actually stepped aside at one point with my arse cheeks spread wide to allow the camera to see how wide my arsehole had spread. Ben was happy and ready to go again. I expected to be arse fucked right then but he resumed his former place on the chair and again gripped his cock;

"Come here and suck my nob, whore!" He said from the chair.

It wasn't a conscious thought, but from the position I was in a few yards away, I crawled on all fours to his chair. It was more because I had a butt plug buried inside but the further snickering from the guys made me realise what I must have looked like, a middle aged woman in stockings, skirt over her waist crawling on her hands and knees to suck a teenage guy's cock before he arse fucked me. As I reached his cock, Ben had further indignities for me;

"Arse and balls first!" he snapped. In doing so, he slid down the chair even further so his balls dangled over the side and his arse was flat on the chair. The other guys howled and cackled, probably amazed at what Ben was doing. I leant in to grip his cock and circled my tongue over his balls and popped them each of them in my mouth in turn. Ben moved still further over the chair so his balls leant lazily against my nose and upper mouth;

"Get that tongue in my arse!" I heard Ben shout from above. I was somewhat grossed out by the whole thing but I was determined to let these guys humiliate me as much as possible. I stooped lower and tentatively dipped my tongue into where I thought his arse was. By trial and error, I managed to trace my tongue over the very base of his ball sack and lick the sensitive spot between his balls and bum. I completed my task by lapping at his arse as he helpfully spread his arse cheeks for me to lick.

I heard Ben mew contentedly but it seemed like the arse licking was just for show. I was soon hauled up back onto my knees in between his legs. I wasted no time and grabbed his cock, quickly opening my mouth wide to swallow the head. Ben quickly got into a nice rhythm, holding my head down as the room filled once more with the slurping sounds of me sucking cock. The only other sounds were the noises of the other guys drinking as they'd helped themselves to an early beer.

I thought Ben wouldn't last much longer as all of this excitement must be sending him over the edge but he was determined to make a full set of conquests. He pulled me off his dick and marched me over to the couch again sitting me down across the couch. Sitting partially upright and facing him, he had me hold my legs out straight across the edge of the couch so that my arse and cunt were presented for him. He only had one target in mind right then though;

"So, you want your arse fucking now!?" Ben said as he stroked his cock teasing an inch from my arse.

"Yes, shaft my arse...!" I said almost in desperation, ""Come on, take me hard, fill my arse you bastard!" The guys chuckled at this, Ben grinned but complied with my demand. Placing his hand on my hip and the tops of my stockings, he had me spread my arse and I cried out as he pulled the butt plug out. After a mini fumble, the butt plug was replaced by a thick slug of cock as he pressed his dick deep in my arse. 

He groaned in pleasure as my arse clenched his shaft tightly. For a minute I thought he was going to come almost as soon as I felt his length stab into my hole. He knew he had an audience though and ensured he lasted a respectable time. He slowly kept the pressure on my arse as his cock filled me. As he reached my depths, he very slowly and deliberately drew it back inside me. Almost accidentally, he found a way of arse fucking me that I loved, slow and deliberate; I felt so stretched and full. 

From this position, with me facing him, he could trace the movements of his cock on my face as I opened my mouth wide in that delicious mixture of dull pain and naughty pleasure as his cock filled me each time. He seemed to study my face as we kept eye contact as his slow buggery continued. He picked up the pace a little as he also grabbed my right boob as it wobbled in time with his deliberate thrusts. I had my hand on his chest for balance.

"You like a cock in your arse then?" Ben said as he drew it out sharply before plumbing me again;

"Hmpppff...fuck yes, I love it..." I said, quite genuinely.

"Good, and I hope you don't mind," Ben said, "But I'm about to flood it with my...aaggghhh!"

As he said this, his whole body seemed to shudder as he gave himself up to the orgasm that he'd been battling against for the last twenty minutes. He had speared his cock into me sharply before gripping my legs with his cock deep inside me. His loud groan was accompanied by the sensation I love, of his cock jerking deep in my arse as he delivered on his promise and flooded me with his jizz. Looking him in the eyes, the orgasm seemed so intense, his whole body seemed to explode before he slumped to the floor spent.

The other three guys cheered and clapped as if they'd just seen their football team score a goal. I sank back into the couch realising it was still morning and already each of my slutty holes had been fully violated by these guys. I was grateful when the Nick ordered me to make them some breakfast and the next hour or two was spent with them eating and relaxing as we all recovered from an intense fuck.

THURSDAY AFTERNOON

As the guys all sat around in a circle on the sofa and the armchairs, I sensed a change in the mood from relaxing and chatting to them thinking they wanted to make some more use of me. Initially I was asked to get them some drinks, in this case, some mugs of tea. I decided to go the loo first for a pee.

On my way from the toilet to the kitchen, Owen appeared in front of me in the corridor adjoining the two, around the corner from the main lounge;

"Turn around and bend over!" he said, a look of excited mischief on his face.

"What...? Now..?" I said to Owen in surprise.

"Yes, now. You know the rules!" he said, demandingly.

I did know the rules. I turned around as directed and bent over, leaning against a corner table which was obligingly at a nice height for me;

"Now lift that skirt up!" Owen demanded. I did so, wondering what would happen next. The sound of Owen's zipper being pulled down kind of answered the question for me. He was already hard and I was almost permanently wet and aroused in that flat. All that happened was that he simply aimed his prick at my slit and slid it up me, filling my pussy easily, meeting only slight resistance.

With his cock already buried in my cunt, he told me to untie my blouse and as I did, his hands roughly mauled and squeezed my boobs from behind. He spread my legs as much as they would spread and then had me take my hands off the table and almost touch my toes as he fucked me. With this position, he gripped my hips roughly and hammered into me. 

I think he wanted to get me alone as he just wanted a quick rutting fuck, away from the pressure of an audience and he wasn't wasting time or standing on ceremony. He was forcing my whole body to lurch forward towards the wall in time with his as he speared into me. His grip tightened if anything, as his whole body tensed, his cock deep inside me as he let out a strange sort of low growl and I felt his cock pump his seed into me. He gave me two or three more strokes post orgasm but then pulled out. 

I turned to look at him and as I did, I saw Nick appear behind him, smiling;

"Good lad, use the slut, that's what she's for, isn't that right Rosie girl...can't even keep your cunt from being smashed on your way to make a cup of tea I see!" he quipped. I half smiled at that and was about to stand up to go the kitchen when Nick stopped me;

"You're here now and nicely lubed up, think I'll fuck you myself!" he said nonchalantly, "That OK with you?" he said to me, knowing I could hardly refuse.

I smiled ironically and gave him a mock curtsy and a, "Why of course, Sir!" and assumed my position where Owen had just done me. As Owen had done, Nick spared me no consideration, he just unfurled his cock and, his hands on my bum cheek, slid his cock inside me;

"Fuck sake Rosie girl, that's like a knife through butter!" he said, as his cock slid easily up inside me and I felt his balls dangle beneath it:

"You're being such a cheap and nasty slut today that I'm going to make sure I treat you like one. Are you ready for the hardest fuck you've ever had Rosie? Tell me?" he said, as he drew his entire length in and out of me rapidly.

"Oh fuck!" I said, as I savoured the fullness inside my cunt, "Yes, I'm ready...fuck me hard...please..." I practically begged.

"Well OK. Seen as you asked so nicely then!" With that Nick bent me over practically double, my hands on the small table, my bum high in the air, my legs almost uncomfortably spread wide. With almost shocking force, he held me down in place with hands on the nape of my neck. As I felt him adjust his cock inside me to get himself comfortable, he drew his cock back and shouted, "Here it comes!"

I barely had time to look around to notice that Ben had appeared to my left and was filming again. God only knows what was going to happen to this film I thought but it was my last coherent thought for a while as Nick stabbed his cock heavily inside me and did me hard, very hard. Gripping my shoulders and holding me in place, he pounded me as I squealed in pleasure and just a little dull pain. 

I saw Ben move in close and point the camera at my cunt to see it being completely ravaged by Nick's invading member. I felt Nick's balls bounce and slap against me and felt my bum cheeks ripple violently as he gave me everything he had. My body shook and trembled with pleasure. 

I didn't expect it, but Nick somehow amongst the violence of the rut, found time to wrap his fingers around me and press onto my clit. Indeed, he manoeuvred me into a position where we were almost like right angled spoons as he was all over me, a huge slug of cock splitting my cunt in two, hands on my clit, his head flat on my back.

The grunting noises caused the other two guys to come and see what was happening. Ben was already there of course, Owen returned to where he himself had just fucked me and Liam joined us, his eyes wide with the erotic sight before him. 

They joined just in time, I felt my pussy throbbing uncontrollably despite it feeling almost numb from the heavy shaft inside it. 

Nick's thrusts were still powerful but were shorter and more urgent and we managed to achieve that rare event, a simultaneous come. Just as Nick serviced me like a bull and deposited another load of thick sperm inside me, I screamed and sobbed out in joy as my whole body convulsed. I swear I almost passed out with the force of the pleasure as it writhed across my body and caused a dizzy blackness to wash over me. 

It felt like an age and I wasn't sure whether I had passed out even for a brief second or two. As I came to, Nick was still slowly rocking his dick back in forth inside me as his hands know leant lazily over my back. He pulled out almost reluctantly and, perhaps to further emphasise my position here, gave me a heavy swat of his hand on my arse which caused me to yelp in pain;

"Anyone else fancy a go?" he said, obviously to Ben and Liam. They smiled and declined for now and so I pulled my skirt down and warily dragged myself off to the toilet and to the kitchen to fetch the tea and snacks for my lords and masters. 

The brief time I spent in the loo and then the kitchen made me reflect in almost light headed disbelief at what was happening to me this week. I looked in the mirror and saw on the surface, almost my usual self. I was still dressed in my blouse, skirt and heels and externally, I could almost pass from my usual executive business woman (I ignored the slut stockings for now!). I reflected on some of my senior partners and the staff who worked for me, and my suburban friends at home and I went white with fear thinking of the video. 

I can imagine Nick making it into a full on porno called "The adventures of Rosie" or something. My mind flicked to an image of me presenting as the CEO to my company and the porno starting on the screen behind me, a picture of a young inexperienced 19 year old guy making me bend over to take his cock, or me sucking four guys off willingly to the shocked and disgusted stares of all my colleagues and peers. The thing was, the feelings that such thoughts generated were enticing to me, not abhorrent. The humiliation I would feel? Delicious!

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the clang of the toaster as it jettisoned the bread. I completed my tasks and brought in some tea and toast for the guys who were all sitting again in the front room. They had already developed a habit of ignoring me completely. I truly was just there to fetch and be fucked. I never quite understood the protocol here but, not seeing any seats left, I knelt on the floor and drank my own tea;

"Nice toast, but I'm still hungry!" said Liam to the others, "Hey Bro, how about shouting us some pizza? Denny will do us a discount if we get him, he should be on now...?"

Nick shrugged and said, "I guess so," and the guys discussed their pizza order which they then typed into an online site. I did think I was to be completely ignored but almost as an afterthought Nick said, "Hey slut, you want some pizza? You're going to need to keep your strength up..?"




One Week of Slut Pt. 05: Thursday



I'm not a fan of pizza but I was hungry so I requested a small pizza and the order was made. It would take an hour to arrive apparently. In that hour, I had more work to do; more uncomfortable work. It started with a trip to the loo as for some reason; I needed to pee a lot that day. As I was on the loo, just starting my pee, the door opened. I should explain that there is no lock on the toilet door as Nick normally lived here alone and I assume saw no need for one.

I froze in a little shock as I knew who it would be. As he appeared in front of me, it was indeed Ben. He was coming to continue our slightly unnerving experience of yesterday. The thought both alarmed and thrilled me in equal measure. I stopped peeing as I couldn't with an audience but Ben was to have different ideas;

"Pizza is going to be a while, so I've told the others I wanted a little alone time with you!" Ben said, as he moved in close to face me.

I wasn't sure what to say, "Oh...er...OK..." I offered.

"Sir! Slut, you call me Sir, like we agreed yesterday!" He growled.

"Yes...Sir...sorry...Sir!" I stammered, already wilting in the face of this guy's unnerving dominion of me.

"Are you taking a pee or what?" he said, looking curiously between my legs.

"I was but I...er...can't go while you're there...Sir..." I said almost apologetically. In all honesty that was a lie as I was quite desperate to go and just stopped out of modesty when he had come in.

"Course you can! Stand up and take all that off!" he said, indicating my skirt and blouse. I did so and despite him already seeing all of me numerous times, I still somehow felt very self-conscious in front of him. My nipples displayed my arousal by pointing solidly at him as the cold air of the bathroom also worked its magic.

"Sit back on the loo and pee. I want to watch!" he said and with that order, he knelt on the floor between my legs, only a few inches from my crotch.

"Oh...I can't ...I mean it's so...please don't make me do that..." I said, blushing in nervous embarrassment but also knowing I really needed to go.

"Yes you can, I can see you straining to stop yourself. JUST DO IT, and its Sir you dumb slut, DO IT!" 

As he said this, he brought his hand crashing onto the floor near my feet. To my shame as soon as he did this, I let go of a stream of pee as my body at least found the relief it needed. As I blushed and went red-hot with shame, Ben's face was alive with wonder. He even slid his hand into the pan between my legs so that the stream flowed over his hands and fingers. The whole thing lasted about 30 seconds but I'd never felt so intoxicatingly humiliated but it wasn't over by any means.

As I cleaned myself, Ben told me to get up and to stand in the shower. I did so, and he undressed and joined me. I couldn't help but notice his cock wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. I realised why a little later. For now, Ben and I stood in the shower and he turned it on, covering us both in warm hot refreshing water. He leaned into me and kissed me passionately, his tongue delving into my mouth, his hands all over me. As I started to enjoy it, things took a left turn again;

"I want to piss all over you. Then we'll shower and you're going to suck my cock..." he whispered into my ear.

"No...I don't do that...Sir...can't I just suck your dick?" I said but at the same time, intrigued by what was about to happen.

"It's not a debate it's an order!" Ben said and in doing so, he pushed me onto my knees in the shower. In the spilt second he took to push me down, I realised he'd already started his wee.

Like me, he was busting for one. I felt the warm jet against the top of my leg before I started my nervous descent. As I reached my position, I looked up to see Ben holding his cock and aiming it at me. The wee was pouring out like a fountain and was landing mainly on my boobs initially but he heightened his aim and I felt the jet land on my chin and then against my cheek. The effect was lessened a little by the shower water but I could still smell the pungent aroma of urine as he let flow over me.

"Mmmm, almost done. Suck it, now!" He said, as he pulled me up a few inches to meet his cock. I had to close my eyes as he was still peeing and I nearly gagged as I opened my mouth to be rewarded by the last of his pee. I did all I could to keep his cock in my mouth and was relieved when he stopped;

"Mmmm, good girl. No stopping now though, suck it, I want my come hitting the back of your throat!" he bellowed from above. I did as required, happy I was on more familiar territory but worried by the feelings Ben's wee humiliation had caused in me. I almost absent-mindedly sucked eagerly on his prick as I felt him harden quickly in my mouth but on reflection, I was also somehow keen to reward him for what he had just done to me.

As l looked up from my latest cock-sucking, Ben was essentially ignoring me. He had squirted some shower gel into his hands and his hair and for all the world could have been having an entirely normal shower, but for the fact he had a 35 year-old executive business woman on her knees in the shower with him obligingly sucking his dick.

The end was almost surreal. My sucking seemingly had no effect on him until almost as an after-thought, he put the shower gel down, lifted my face to catch his eyes, his cock still stuffed in my mouth and said, "Here it comes slut. Swallow every drop!" 

With that, I felt a slight tremor in his legs but no change in facial expression at all as he locked eyes with me and I felt his cock spasm and his jizz hit the back of my throat. My eyes teared up again a little as I swallowed but everything else was very routine, he kept his cock in place until I had cleaned him, he pulled out, cleaned himself with the shower water and we both got out the shower and got dressed, returning to the lounge.

The smirks from the guys as we returned further embarrassed me. I'm not sure if they knew what had just happened exactly but they knew I had just been 'entertaining' him in some way. I didn't have much time to get embarrassed however before the bell rang. 

"Pizza!" Liam yelled as he leapt up and got the door. We all heard a detailed conversation going on and I was quite surprised when the pizza delivery guy came into the lounge with Liam. As it turned out, it was indeed Denny, who apparently was a friend of Liam and the other two. Denny was dressed in a naff pizza delivery outfit, with a red cap and a striped red and blue top, matching the colour of the pizza boxes he was carrying.

"Hey Denny, how's it going?" said Owen who got up to give him a street handshake. An act that served to remind me how young and immature these guys really were.

"Not too bad guys but listen, I got to be on my way, can't stay too long. Places to go you know! £50.45 please!" he said with a smile as he set the boxes onto a nearby table.

"What, no discount? Come on!" said Liam, grinning.

"No can do bud, the boss doesn't let me no more. It would only be coming out my own pocket if I gave you a dizzy!"

Liam shrugged and turned to Nick for the money. As I looked at Nick, my face flushed with fear as I saw him look at me and I knew exactly what he was thinking;

"Hey, perhaps we can do a deal?" Nick said to Denny, grinning.

"Deal? I can't do no deal, come on guys, I just need the money then I got other trips. Come on guys...?" Denny said, spreading his arms wide.

"Rosie, come over here," Nick said to me. I was red-faced in embarrassment already realising where this was likely to go. As I reached the two guys, I saw Denny look at me confused.

"How do you like her?" Nick said.

Denny shook his head, "Like her? Sure, she's quite hot but who..."

As he said this, Nick grasped the tie on my blouse and opened it letting it slip so that once again my tits bounced into view. Despite being flushed with embarrassment I remained motionless and looked Denny in the eyes. His face and expression was one of shock and wonder and a little disbelief as he took a long view of my exposed tits.

"What the fuck is this? Guys?" Denny said, looking excited but nervous.

"It's payment for the pizzas. I'm sure we can come to an arrangement. How about Rosie here sucks your dick and we say no more about it?" Nick said with a calm, amused assurance.

"Sucks my dick? You're kidding. Come on guys this is a wind up yeah? Funny one, but I need my money..." he said, very unsure of himself and still looking straight at my tits.

"Its straight up!" interjected Liam who had had his own idea. He walked towards me and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out. Whether the desire to please overtook me, or I was lost in the humiliation, I didn't even need further comment. I just sank to my knees without instruction and set to work slurping on Liam's cock again. As I licked the underside of his shaft, I looked up to see Denny staring down at me, amazement and lust written across his face. I maintained full eye contact with him as I revelled in my own debasement.

"Who is she!? Denny said.

"Don't worry about that, do we have a deal?" Nick said above me as I slurped on cock again.

"Shit, I guess so. Fuck, I can't believe this!" he said, unsurprisingly astonished.

Nick nodded and picked up the pizza as I sucked Liam off again. He asked all of the guys who had ordered what. He set Liam's next to the chair he had been sitting on and slid mine across the floor near to where I was currently kneeling on the floor running my tongue over his younger Brother's cock slit. 

Denny was frozen in a little trepidation so, not knowing where the boldness was coming from, I grabbed hold of Liam's cock, pulling him over in the direction of Denny. Reaching him, I knelt down again and letting go of Liam's cock for now, reached over and unzipped Denny's pants, my hands snaking inside them to fish out his cock. 

It was tricky as he was already hard and there was some pre-cum already stuck to his pants. I looked up briefly at him again and smiled obligingly. He just looked at me in glazed astonishment before I heard him almost involuntarily moan as he felt my tongue on the head of his cock for the first time. His cock was nothing impressive, average length and girth, quite a bulbous head but not very thick but as I set to work sucking off both guys in turn, the two of them chatted idly as if I wasn't there. 

I wasn't paying attention other than to think how surreal this was. I was on my knees slurping on two cocks while their owners chatted about last night's gig, about football and a girl Denny had been lusting after. All the while, three other guys busily munched on their pizzas as if nothing in the world was wrong.

A minute or two in, I could sense Denny starting to tense up and Liam I think stepped aside a little so I could concentrate on him. I felt his hand touch my shoulder lightly as I sucked him deep in and out my mouth. It wasn't an overly pleasurable experience for me so I just wanted it over. I held Denny's hips with my hands and pulled him in and out my mouth a few times before he cried out, "Oh shit!" and with that, yet another load of come splattered against my mouth and throat. I looked up at him as he looked down to watch his cock spurting deep in my mouth.

He pulled out soon after and almost in embarrassment, fed his dick back into his pants quickly. He looked down at me not knowing what to say and offering a, "Er...thanks..." to which Liam chortled. A few high fives later and Denny was on his way probably wondering what the hell just happened and wondering where he was going to find the £50 from to pay for our pizzas.

"Your pizza's getting cold here!" Nick said to Liam. Liam nodded, making no attempt to cover up his own stiffy and bounded over to fetch a slice. I did the same, reaching for my pizza and enjoying three slices as all of us concentrated on some sustenance. I was brought out my eating reverie by Liam who crept up behind me;

"Perhaps you'd like another topping on that!" he said, laughing in hysterics at his joke. All the others laughed too but Liam had something more than just a joke in mind. He was tossing himself off an inch or two from my face, sliding his cock between my neck and shoulder. I thought he was going to come over my face but he had other ideas;

"Lift your pizza up here," he said anxiously as he stroked his dick rapidly. I did so just in time to see his cock let out a whole string of come which landed over my pizza. The guys fell about laughing and I was sullen faced with having lost the rest of my pizza but seemingly I was wrong again;

"Tuck in, you just earned that pizza. Don't let it go to waste!" Liam said.

"Fuck off!" I said, crudely for me, "I'm not eating that!" I said to him.

"Yes you will, anything we say is the rule remember!" he said leeringly, taking after his elder Brother. 

I was about to protest again but the guys, enjoying the game immensely now, all started chanting, "Eat, eat, eat!"

"Come on guys, this is not fair," I said, "I've done everything you asked and more so far but this..." I said, knowing already I was wasting my time. Their reply confirmed this as they all simply repeated the chant, "Eat, eat, eat." 

I rolled my eyes in exasperation but knew I had to do it. Placing the box on the floor, I saw some of the come had landed in an empty part of the box where I had already eaten pizza and in truth, I couldn't tell where the rest was. I got a big cheer from the guys as I proceeded to eat my 'cum pizza'. In truth, I couldn't taste any difference but it was a further humiliation for me that the guys loved.

THURSDAY EVENING

There was a little lull in proceedings after the pizza incident. I think everyone was exhausted already and in a post food slumber but I had more work to do before the evening was out. Sitting there sipping my tea while the guys ordered me around fetching beer, my rest was broken by Nick;

"Rosie. Go next door and ask Gus to fuck you." He said with alarming matter-of-factness. I looked up in shock;

"Excuse me!?" I said, to titters from the guys.

"I think you heard me?" Nick said unsympathetically, "Go and see if he wants to fuck you. He can come in and do you here if he wants, or his place, whatever...?" he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"I can't just...I mean...who is he...?" I said, sitting bolt upright, hoping Nick was just teasing me.

"I told you. Jeez! He's my next door neighbour. His wife left him 6 months ago, hasn't had his pips squeezed since apparently!" he said, winking at the other guys who were in amused hysterics.

"Oh fuck. Really?" I said, practically begging him not to make me do it. Nick just nodded casually;

"If he fucks you there, tell me we'll need to see the proof!" was all he offered me.

I took a deep breath and walked to the door and opened it. I took a step out and as I was turning to ask a question, the door shut solidly behind me.

I looked around and realised I didn't even know which flat 'Gus' was in. I took a guess at the adjoining one as Nick had roughly pointed in that direction. Unbelievably nervous, my heart pounding in my chest I rang the bell. After a few nervous seconds during which I considered making a run for it, the door opened. A guy seemingly in his forties answered. 

He was wearing khaki shorts to his knees and a red sweat shirt. He was quite broad chested and tall, a little under 6 foot I thought and had shaven hair and a dull complexion;

"Yes?" He said as he looked me over suspiciously.

"I...er...are you Gus...?" I said, not beginning to know where to start such a conversation.

"Who wants to know?" he replied cautiously.

"I'm a friend of Nick's next door," I said.

"Oh, is that right?" he said, seeming to relax a little but still on edge as he was working out what I was doing there, "and what can I do for you love?"

"I...I'm not sure where to start. Nick and I have been playing a game and well, he wants me to...er...do something for you..." I offered, my brain mushed at trying to explain this to a complete stranger.

"Do something? Something for me? What are you talking about lady?" he said a little impatiently.

I blanched. There was no way other than humiliating directness;

"He wants me to...er...fuck you..." I said, looking at my feet, not wanting to catch his eye, my face burning with shame.

"Get out of here, you're either taking the piss or some fuckin' nut job. Sorry love!" he said and with that motioned to close the door.

"No! Wait, I'll prove it!" I said. In the fraction of time I had, I undid my blouse and exposed my breasts to him. His eyes almost popped out. I took the advantage of the pause and dropped to my knees in front of him, practically dragging his shorts down. He had no underwear on and his cock practically hit me in the face on my way down. 

I picked it up in my hands rapidly and sucked. His cock was thick and heavy, I had to stretch my mouth around its girth. It was the sort of cock I loved too as it curved upwards like a scimitar. I was embarrassed and turned on by my actions so to avoid further discussion I sucked him as hard and fast as I could on the cold concrete outside his flat.

I would have taken his come there and then in my mouth had he not lifted me up. As he did, he pulled me into his flat and marched me into his bedroom. He threw me onto the bed;

"Is this legit? Nick has sent you?" he said, stroking his cock.

"Yes, I'm to fuck you." I said in reply, looking at his thick cock.

"Wait there!" he said and with that, left the room. I lay on the bed and took a breath. Gus returned about 5 minutes later;

"Seems it my lucky day!" he said, his body now relaxed and his face full of concentrated excitement, "Nick's dirty slut eh? And you've got four guys in there that you're keeping happy all day!" he said pointing next door. He'd obviously gone to check my story out and liked the answer, "Well I just love cheap tarts!" he said and in doing so, he slid my skirt up high over my waist and still standing, walked between my legs.

He offered me no tenderness, he just fed his pole into my hungry cunt and began to fuck me, his arms either side of me press up style. I lifted my legs up and pressed my thighs into him to draw him further into me as he grunted and took the cheap fuck that was on offer. He barely looked at me as my pussy contracted against his thick cock. He watched his cock going in and out of me and then had both his hands full of my tits. I thought he would just hump me until he came but he remembered something Nick must have told him;

"Mmmppf, I believe you need to take some evidence back!" he grunted as he neared his come, "My spunk dripping off your face should do the trick!" As he said that he pulled his cock out and knelt over me on the bed, a knee either side of my chest so his balls were right over my mouth;

"Lick it slut!" he said. As I offered my tongue to the head of his cock, it was splattered with the first glob of come which I drew into my mouth. The rest just exploded all over my face as he totally emptied his balls over me. 

By the time he'd finished, his come was plastered all over my face with goo dripping over my left eye. As soon as he returned from his orgasm, he pulled me up, shoved me out of the flat, knocked on Nick's door an left me there, closing his own door behind him.

It was Liam who answered but all of the guys were there. They all cheered as they saw the state of my face;

"Good old Gus, looks like he needed that! Jeez!" said Nick, marvelling at the amount of come on my face, "Go and clean that up Rosie girl, we've all got something more for you I reckon...!"

I did as I was told, looking in the bathroom mirror first to see my face covered in sperm. I washed it off and returned to the lounge where the guys really were waiting for me. They were all naked from the waist down sporting erections again. 




One Week of Slut Pt. 06: Friday



FRIDAY MORNING

"I've not got much time this morning Rosie girl, and you have to meet Emily downstairs in an hour. You need to be at the office early for your instructions." Nick said to me as I'd walked into the kitchen dressed in just a skirt to prepare his daily breakfast and blow-job as he'd instructed. I hadn't expected him to be up already. He stood there in just a pair of jogging pants that he wore around the house.

I looked at him and made a start on the breakfast, ignoring his usual leer at my exposed breasts as I walked past him. As I made a start frying some eggs, he walked up behind me and rubbed his cock into my bum causing me to stretch into him and moan lightly. He spun me around and pushed me onto my knees quickly. In the time that took, he slid his pants down and the familiar feeling of desire washed over me as his big thick cock loomed demandingly into view and I was reminded that in this flat, I was always easily available to him and his every whim. 

I wasted no time as I opened my mouth and took the thick head in, murmuring a low moan of pleasure as my tongue bathed his dick once more. Nick opened his legs wide, looked down at me and gripped his cock in his right hand. I backed off an inch or two and he began to slap my tongue gently with the fullness of his meaty rod. I moaned in mock frustration to get him in my mouth as a trail of pre-cum connected the head of his cock to my lips.

"Mmm, that's it suck it again, my nasty little cock-sucker...!" Nick said as he presented his cock directly in front of my mouth. I leant back in and let the shaft fill my mouth deeply before sliding my mouth hard up and down it several times, savouring the fullness of my lips stretching around it and the full weight of that prick against my lips and tongue. I leaned against his thighs to give my mouth more leverage as I sucked as deep as I could and got light-headed at yet another easy submission to Nick's nob. I loved how big and thick it was and Nick knew this.

Nick responded to my greater urgency. He stooped a little and placed his hands either side of my face. I slid my hands off his thighs and onto the floor as he began to rotate his pelvis and fuck my mouth in short, quick thrusts. He gripped the back of my hair with one hand, placing the other on the top of my head as he held my head still in place, my mouth just a functional hole for him to fuck.

All I could do was to take it and let out excited muffled squeals as I did my best to breathe and not choke or gag. He drew his cock back as much as he could, it's head just in my mouth and allowed me leverage to suck him again. I inhaled myself on his cock, moaning across his shaft;

"Tell me how much you love my cock. Say it while my cock is in your mouth!" Nick said as he gripped my hair.

I had little air to breathe never mind speak but I managed a very muffled, "I love your cock. It's huge. Just let me suck it..."! This got Nick very excited and he gripped my head with both hands again and slid his cock in my mouth deeply and rhythmically. He pulled out again and I followed his cock, holding it and sliding my tongue up and down its length, pre-cum oozing all over my tongue.

"I thought you girls were good at multi-tasking!?" said Nick as he stood still as I slurped on his cock from below, "but you can't seem to fry eggs and suck cock at the same time!" He said, as he moved the pan off the flame. 

Despite my mouth full of his cock, I giggled at this, letting his cock hang in mid-air for a second. He used the brief lull to pull me up to my feet and almost like a rag doll, lifted me and placed me on the edge of the kitchen work top;

"If you want my cock in that cunt of yours, get that pussy out!" said Nick, stroking his cock teasingly. We both knew I did. I couldn't take me eyes off that near 10-inch thick length as it pulsed in his hand. I let out an impatient growl and unzipped my skirt, sliding it from under my arse in an undignified scramble. As soon as it was on the floor, I leant back on the counter without further prompting and spread my legs wide inviting Nick in. He wanted to tease me a little more;

"Come on, spread that dirty cunt wide open for me, show me where you want it!" He growled, still stroking his dick. I complied, using both hands wrapped around my legs and spreading my sopping pussy open. I couldn't see around me anymore so I anticipated the throbbing stab of his cock inside me. Instead, I jolted back in surprise as he prodded his tongue right up my hole. As soon as he did this he went into overdrive, his tongue flitting across my clit and into my aroused slit.

"Now get on all fours!" Nick said. I moaned in frustration and prepared to slide off the work top to blow him again. This wasn't what 'Master' wanted though apparently. I had to get on all fours on the work top in a typically submissive pose. As I clambered on all fours, Nick moved in behind me quickly and inserted his middle finger straight inside me pussy, soon to be joined by another and another.

He pulled me back into him and started the process off of making me fuck his fingers inside me. For the next few minutes the room was filled with several noises; the dirty squelch of my pussy as it was prised open time and again by Nicks fingers, the rattle of all of the plates and cups on the kitchen worktop as I thrust myself across it and my increasingly sharp and aroused moans as my pleasure built gradually.

"Hey Emily!" Nick said suddenly, not moving his increasingly wet fingers. I looked up from my doggy position startled and quickly turned my head to see Emily standing there, a look of distaste but also some interest across her face. The sight that greeted her was of me on all fours naked on a kitchen worktop fucking myself by thrusting back and forward on Nick's fingers.

Although I couldn't see him, I just knew the expression on Nick's face would be one of male ego 'glow', he would be loving this further sign of my humiliation and submission and the fact he could show it off to his young secretary as some sort of sign of his male allure and power.

I didn't have time to think what Emily was doing there or how she had gotten in but it crossed my mind that like most things that day, it had all been arranged for Emily to walk in as I was being humiliated. 

As I looked at her, she seemed like a very professional young lady, her long blonde hair tied back, dressed in a smart navy blue skirt suit, the skirt just above the knee. Everything I normally am really, only she was just much younger. Not that you'd know it right now though as she looked at me in superior disgust.

As these thoughts crossed my mind, I had neglected to keep fucking myself on Nick's fingers. He remedied this by giving me a harsh slap on my arse and shouting;

"No need to stop Rosie girl, get on with it!" As he said this, he pushed his fingers inside me so hard that he pushed me forward to start my momentum again and with my face glowing in embarrassment, I started to buck my hips and arse back and forward across his fingers as Emily sat on a kitchen stool almost as if she was settling in to watch a movie.

The intensity of the situation and the humiliating introduction of Emily made my whole body lurch and soar in intense arousal. I lost all my bearings and what inhibitions I was allowed as I started to hump hard against Nick's fingers. I was just barely aware of the conversation between Nick and Emily that was just about to frustrate the hell out of me and turn me on all at the same time;

"Should we let her cum Em?" Nick said from behind me.

"Oh Jesus Nick, I've just come to collect her for this fuckin' weird day you've set up. I don't know. Do what you want with the dumb slut like you normally do." Emily said, I imagined with an impatient wave of her hand.

"She's yours today though. Your whore, she has to do whatever you tell her and I'm paying you to do this, so do it!" Nick said sharply realising perhaps that I'd gotten wind of the chat and was already increasing the pace of my self-penetration as I tried to get myself off before either of these two thought it would be fun to deny me my release.

"Oh for fuck's sake! Then...no..." Emily said.

As soon as she said it, Nick placed his other hands on my bum and maddeningly, stopped my ability to thrust. I squealed out in almost physical pain as he pulled his fingers out, feeling my arousal juices leaking out of my slit;

"Just to be clear," Nick said, completely ignoring my frustrated sobs, "You're not allowing your slut to come?" Nick said. I saw Emily look at my exposed arse (I even gave her a pleading look) and back to Nick and a smile passed across her face as if some internal mental struggle had just resolved in her mind;

"OK I'll play along with this weirdness!" she said, throwing her hands up in the air and shaking her head as if she couldn't fathom how she'd gotten herself into this, "My decision is my slut is not allowed to cum yet. I want her on heat for my guys!" As she said this I sobbed in frustration and she grinned, perhaps feeling for the first time the enjoyment of the power she now had over me.

She looked at my face and I almost detected an arrogant disdain in her voice that said a lot of things all at once. If I had to guess it said, "it's your fault you're in this position, I think I'm going to enjoy this, you're probably not but that's just tough!"

In reality, she had another idea. She looked to Nick and asked him, "How quickly do you think she could suck you off?"

Nick looked puzzled and amused, "How quickly? I don't know....she's a good cock-sucker but I have some stamina you know...." He replied conflicted between the need to endorse my talents and to back up his male bravura.

"Two minutes?" she persisted.

"Two minutes what? Do you mean could she suck me off in two minutes? Hmmm...doubtful but maybe, I am kinda turned on already you know!" As he said this, he flourished his hand dramatically downwards to show both of us girls his stiff and meaty prick.

"Well slut!" Emily said turning to me and doing her best to ignore Nick's cock, "It's like this. You get on your knees now and suck his prick. If you finish him off in 2 minutes, I'll let you frig yourself off in front of us and cum. If you don't manage it, you're getting dressed and your office day starts and no cum for you yet!"

As Emily said this, all three of us reacted in different ways. She tilted her head at me as if to say, 'didn't expect that did you', I looked at her open-mouthed, amazed at her boldness and Nick chuckled, taken aback himself at how Emily had blind-sided us and come up with a game that would humiliate me completely and entertain my two dominants. The whole room seemed to pause but Emily wasn't bluffing. She looked at her watch and immediately said, "1...2.....3..."

I looked at her in further surprise before realising she was serious. I needed to come I was so close. I practically vaulted to the floor onto my knees and without any finesse whatsoever, I grasped Nick's cock at the base and drew my mouth quickly around it. I had no time to think, I just concentrated on trying to pack as much cock-sucking pleasure into Nick's pole as I could. I thrust my mouth up and down his pole, making ridiculously loud slurping sounds as spittle went everywhere, my hair waving around my head in my desperation as I plunged his stiffness in and out my mouth like a frenzied lunatic.

It occurred to me that I might have had a chance to rub my clit without them noticing as they were distracted by the frenzied cock suck but even as I lowered my hand to test out the possibility, Nick caught hold of it and wouldn't let me. My pussy was on fire and I was light headed with the need for release. I almost sobbed in frustration.

I heard a call of "one minute" by Emily but Nick was showing no signs of coming yet. This was now a test of his male ego in front of the young woman and I already had the inevitable sinking feeling that I wouldn't succeed. Nick didn't have the best staying power I've ever seen in a guy but he was no premature squirter either.

I took his cock out my mouth quickly and used the ribbons of spit on his cock to toss him off, my fingers wrapping around his shaft as I stroked him off. I looked up at him as I knew he loved the submissiveness of that and as I caught eye contact with him I slid my tongue over the head and the underside of his cock and his slit languidly, worshipping his heavy dick as I stared him in the eyes. This excited him greatly and had the desired effect. He growled and took hold of the back of my head and prodded his cock into my mouth.

I felt Emily walk over to us so she was standing right next to us. Nick now fucked my mouth harshly. I took it and mewed appreciatively around his shaft. Anything that would massage his ego more in the few seconds I had left would help my cause.

I had a chance, his thrusts were becoming shallower and quicker and I massaged his balls as best as I could in between his thrusts to encourage him to fill my mouth with his juice. I thought he was going to come at one point and braced myself for the salty eruption in my mouth but things changed very suddenly.

Emily shouted, "Time!" and as she did so, she physically prised my mouth off Nick's prick so quickly by pushing my shoulders back that I lost my balance and slid to the floor. Nick let out a frustrated groan himself this time as he must only have been a few seconds from his cum and his cock sprang up and down like diving board that someone's just jumped off. As I recovered my senses I saw his gleaming prick horizontal and urgent in front of him. Emily moved over to me and proferred her hand. I took it and she lifted me up;

"No cum for you slut, you failed," she said calmly, with a weak smile, "Time to get you dressed and ready for work, time is getting on." As she said this, she began to motion us towards the bedroom. We were stopped;

"Hang on!" Nick said and pointing to his cock said, "The slut is finishing me off before she goes anywhere! Look at it!" he said, pointing to his rigid pole insistently.

Emily looked at him and smiled, "Oh I don't think so. I'm sure you said she's my slut for the day and I say she's getting ready for work now, sorry!" She glanced at me and smiled. I stood and glared at her open-mouthed again before returning her smile. I couldn't quite believe what she'd done. She winked at me though to indicate she was only teasing Nick and I felt my pussy and tummy lurch as my own need for release panged through my lower regions again.

"That is....unless....." she looked at Nick teasingly.

"Unless what!?" Nick said, holding his cock in his hand desperately.

"Well, I'm only in this for the money of course, so if you give me an extra £100 I'll let you cum over the slut's face before we get her dressed?" she said, almost breathless with the scenario.

"Fuck sake, you thieving bitch!" said Nick, a wicked smile on his face as he was clearly impressed by her moves, "OK then, another £100. You'll bankrupt me at this rate!"

As he agreed, Emily took my hand and delivered me back to Nick, pushing on my shoulders to indicate I should kneel on the floor. As I did, Nick was already stroking his cock;

"Open your mouth, dirty slut!" Nick cried as he frantically tossed the head of his cock over my face, so close that his fingers touched my nose and cheek. I realised exactly how close he must have been before as it only took a few strokes in and out my mouth before I closed my eyes in surprise as ribbons of hot come blasted my whole face.

His cock had started erupting next to my mouth so the first globs landed on my tongue and lips but he was turned on enough to hit my hair and forehead with the remaining jizz. As he came, he quickly smeared his cock across my lips and rubbed his sperm onto me.

I looked up at Emily. I could tell she was turned on, she was trembling a little with the sheer porno sights that she had just witnessed and she seemed fascinated by the sight of me with Nick's come all over my face and in my mouth but she stayed in her calm character and the pose she had adopted;

"Better get you cleaned up, we've got work to do!" she said, pointing at me to stand up and head for the bathroom. I had a quick shower before Emily instructed me on what to wear. I felt quite 'normal' for the first time in the flat as I wore a very similar outfit to her. Blue skirt suit with white blouse and for once, I was allowed knickers although even she picked black stockings to wear under my skirt, with a pair of my favourite heels.

She had me made up somewhat sluttier than I would for the office though. My make-up made me look a little like a hooker which I guess for that day, I sort of would be. I don't think it was intentional, just a reflection that Emily was a younger girl than I and had a younger style than I was used to.

As I was done and looked like quite the respectable business lady, Emily led me back out of the bathroom and across the flat to the door. As we walked past Nick and out to Emily's car, we looked like an everyday pair of professional ladies going to the office. Little would anyone suspect that I was in for a hard fucking from at least four guys as my 9 to 5 shift that day. I smiled at how easily Emily had used me to manipulate Nick and with the reflection that I hadn't even got around to finishing his breakfast.

As we got in the car and Emily drove, we chatted about the day;

"You do know what's going to happen when we get to the office don't you?" Emily said looking across at me somewhat nervously as we stopped in traffic.

"I...er....I think so. Well, not exactly." I shrugged.

"Well it's as Nick has said. He wants you to incentivise the sales guys today and I'm not going to dress it up, he basically means that if the guys make sales they can fuck you there and then in the office. He's even set a camera up and everything...." Emily said, looking concerned.

"Oh...er...yes. I thought it would be something like that." I said, a little red-faced.

"And you're OK with all that. Four guys you've never seen before can do what they want with you. You're definitely OK with that?" Emily said, not comprehending my lack of alarm.

"Yes, I'm here to do what Nick has told me this week!" I said, not knowing quite what to say.

"Is it true he's fucked you 3 or 4 times each day? And that you do whatever he wants whenever he wants it? She said, intrigued.

"Yes, just for this week." I said.

"And you've fucked other guys, lots of other guys, his kid brother and his tosser mates, and his neighbour and some sweaty old clients of ours!?" she said, starting to sound angry.

"Yes, yes. That's all true." I said, feeling a little breathless at Emily calling out my transgressions. She was a quick learner though;

"Oh my God, even me talking about this has got you all turned on hasn't it? Fuck, you're such a slut!" she said, laughing at me, "Still desperate to cum are we!?"

I closed my eyes in shame as this young girl teased me. "Yes, I am turned on and I'd love to cum..." I said, my head in a spin.

"Ask me if you can." She said, a grin across her face. I looked at her in astonishment. She was going to keep me on my toes, I could tell but that was fine by me. She turned me on so much somehow in her manner and her knack of surprising me. I almost croaked my words out to her;

"Please.....please may I cum..?" I managed, my cheeks red hot with embarrassment.

"Miss!" Emily said.

"Sorry?" I countered.

"You are a slut. You call me Miss from now on, at all times. Is that clear?" She said, a glow of entertainment and growing enjoyment on her face.

"Yes....Miss." I said, feeling my pussy twinge at being made to address a girl over 10 years my junior like that. I don't think she realised how much even that turned me on. Maybe she did;




One Week of Slut Pt. 06: Friday



"So slut, ask me again..."

"...Please Miss....can I cum...." I said, nervously.

Emily glanced across at me and down to my legs. We came to a stop again at some traffic lights;

"Pull your skirt up over your waist and slide your knickers to one side so you can slip a finger inside." She said matter-of-factly as if she was asking me to pass her something out the glove box.

"But...here? Someone will see me...Miss....." I said as looked across and noticed we were surrounded by three lanes of closely parked up traffic.

"Yes, do it now!" bellowed Emily impatiently, and that's the very last time you question anything I tell you to do today, is that clear!"? she said, a look of fierce sternness on her face.

"Yes....Miss..." I said, surprised but already complying. I lifted my bum up slightly off the seat and with my skirt pressed up, spread my legs as much as I could in her passenger seat.

"Now, finger yourself and get yourself off. I'll let you cum after all but don't make a mess of my upholstery." She said, an almost mocking smile on her face. I was ready to start immediately but she stopped my hand, "On the proviso that there's no more backchat, just obedience. Especially in front of the guys later. I say, you do. Got that, you dumb slut?"

"Yes, got that....Miss!" I said, realising how humiliating this was but being simply unable to worry about it until I'd cum. I was desperate and being mocked and ordered around by this young girl was simply intoxicating to me.

She released my hand and I was straight at it. I opened my stockinged legs as far as I could. I was convinced passing cars would see but I didn't have the room in my head to care as I lusciously rubbed my clit hard in Emily's car. We kept bumping along the road and as I was quickly nearing orgasm, she stopped again and leant in to me for a closer look;

"Nice pussy. The guys are going to enjoy that!" she quipped.

"Yes....mmmmissss..." I said, her words adding more arousal into my cunt.

"I bet that thought turns you on doesn't it slut. Any time today, at least four guys you've never even met before are going to have their cocks inside your fanny and your arse...and your mouth!"

"Oh...fuck, fuck....." was all I could manage as my clit throbbed in my fingers as Emily verbally humiliated me;

"Yes, we've agreed that each guy can cash any of his sales in for a piece of you. For every £100 in sales, he can get something. £100 gets him your mouth which he can cash in anytime, or he can wait and get £200 which gets him that cheap pussy. Seems unfair as every other guy gets it for free!" she continued.

"Oh god...oh god...." I stammered as I lost almost all focus on what she was saying.

"Dirty whore. I think I've decided to have a little fun with you myself too at some point. I can guarantee you that your tongue is gonna be inside my cunt later. What do you think of that!?"

As she said this, all of the pent-up arousal from this morning screamed outwards from every point of my body and exploded out between my legs as I shook violently with my cum. I had to press my back and head forcibly against the seat as the car, Emily and the traffic around me all disappeared from the world as I was wracked by intense humiliating pleasure.

After what seemed like an age, I slumped satiated in the seat. I looked across completely embarrassed at Emily who had a curious expression of arousal and happiness on her face. I could tell from last night she was worried about today but the events so far had proved to her that she could enjoy herself and she was a natural at humiliating me. I already longed to degrade myself and allow her to own me completely that day. I knew she would and she didn't disappoint.

We got out the car after what was only in reality a 20 minute drive, prolonged by the traffic. I almost stumbled on my heels as I was still shaky with my arousal. Emily smiled at me and led me into the office. She spent the first few minutes showing me the office. It was only a small unit and she was normally the only person there except for the guys that came in only when some paperwork or other administration task was required.

Emily explained about the set up. When not 'entertaining the guys' as she put it, I was going to be her little pet and run around after her all day. I was to make her tea and coffee, do her typing and answer the phone while she was going to put her feet up and enjoy my trials and tribulations. There was a small main office with two workstations, a tiny kitchenette space for tea and coffee, a very small toilet and an adjoining back room.

As Emily led me to this back room by opening an adjoining door, I could see it was where all the action was going to take place. It had an empty desk against the wall and a row of dusty and seemingly disused filing cabinets in it. Other than that the room was unfurnished and cold. Emily explained that she had been asked to film my activities in the room and as she said this, she pointed to the hatch in the wall where she was going to point the camera.

Throughout all of this, Emily looked at me keenly, seemingly fascinated by my reactions as we both realised this was really going to happen. She seemed as excited as I did, all her doubts from previous washed away. My observations were brushed away too as Emily's attention was drawn to the sound of 'the guys' coming into the office. She led me back into the office space and an amazing experience began for me.

Emily stood near the front door, her arms folded looking almost like an impatient school teacher. Four guys trooped in as I stood near her desk. Her comments a while back were correct, they were quite a motley crew. Despite her warning I had still imagined that the guys would be typical office guy types, brylcreemed hair and gold cufflinks type. These were not even to that standard but as you probably know, that only added to the dizzying lust I was already feeling as my heart pounded as each guy glared at me with keen interest.

The first two guys were much older than me, in their fifties I think. Another one was about my age and dressed in a cheap suit looking a little nervous and apologetic while the last was a younger guy, early twenties with greasy hair tied in a grunge rock style pony tail. The guys formed a line in front of me and all looked at me with intense curiosity and some nerves. I felt like I was about to be asked to pick one of them out of an identity parade but Emily soon brought the real order of the day to a head;

"Right guys, this is Rosie. You all got the memo yesterday so here we are!" I looked across at Emily nervously as I still didn't know exactly how this would work myself and for all I knew I could be seconds away from being fucked right here.

"Rosie has been 'hired' by us as a little corporate gift to you. She has been instructed to do anything that I tell her to do today. Isn't that right Rosie?" she said.

I paused, mesmerised by the situation before me. Seeing the anxious look of Emily as I failed to respond immediately, I replied, "Yes Miss, that's right."

The guys all smirked and looked sideways at each other at hearing my use of the word 'Miss' to Emily and my humiliation in front of them had already started.

"As the memo says, the more sales you get, the friendlier Rosie will become and I have these!" Emily said, waving a handful of plastic cards in her hand. The guys and I both looked puzzled. Emily passed the cards around the guys and as they looked, they started giggling and saying things like, "Fuck me!" as they nudged each other and surveyed the cards.

I wasn't allowed to see the cards at that point but as the guys looked up at me again, there manner had changed from their initial nervousness to a very male predatory hunger. One of the guys turned to Emily. He was one of the older guys, beer belly and greying hair with strong looking arms;

"How do we know this is for real and not some wind up. We might go out and sell like Billy-O and come back here and it's all some sort of piss take. Is this for real?" he said.

"Of course It's for real Frank!" Emily said, taking a few steps towards me. He shrugged and she moved towards me. "OK, some proof then..." she said, a thoughtful expression on her face;

"Rosie, lift your skirt up and sit on the table. Now!" Emily said, in a tone harsher than necessary but designed to show the guys who was in charge. I recalled her earlier warning of obedience and despite my embarrassment as I surveyed the hungry looks of the guys, I instantly stooped to lift the hem of my skirt up and over my waist and in the same movement, lifted my bum up onto the table.

I let the front of my skirt fall over my stomach and leant back allowing the guys an easy view of my stockings and my knickers. The atmosphere in the room suddenly felt charged with sexual arousal as four guys (who all seemed somehow down on their luck to me) took in the sight of me legs akimbo on a desk in front of them.

"Fancy her knickers off Frank?" Emily said to him.

"Fuck, do I ever!" he said, his chubby face almost slobbering the words out in lust.

"Then pull them off her!" Emily said, a wicked smile on her face. Frank snapped his head around in surprise to look at her. As soon as he saw she was serious, he took the two steps towards me and looked me deep in the eyes. Not sure what he was looking for, my expression was probably a mixture of fear, humiliation, nerves and arousal as I knew four strange guys were about to get a fully unobstructed view of my snatch.

Frank stooped down between my legs and caught each side of the waistband of my panties. I think I detected a satisfied smile as he noticed me obligingly lift my bum up for him and within half a second, he was waving my knickers around his fingers like a trophy.

"Come on Frank, let's all have a look then!" shouted the other older guy. Frank dutifully stepped back and I heard low whistles and a collective intake of breath as four pairs of eyes zoned in on my cunt.

"You like her pussy guys?" Emily said, enjoying the surprised and aroused looks of the guys as she took control of the room, "It's all yours if you do a good job today...." Turning to me with a wicked smile, she had further humiliation for me;

"Open wide Rosie, show them that pussy!" she said, a glint in her eye.

I looked at her red-faced and looked across at the hungry, predatory looks of four guys. I felt their intense stare as I dutifully lowered my hands and parted my cunt lips, feeling the gaze of five pairs of eyes seeing right up inside me.

"Can we see her tits too?" said Frank, turning to address Emily.

She smiled at him, "No, not yet. That's all you're getting for now. Its sales time! She'll be waiting for you all when you get back." She said, moving onto the business of the day. As I sat there with my pussy on open display inches from five people, Emily gave the guys the rules of the day;

"OK guys, work time. Remember, make a sale and you can cash it in for Rosie. You need to come back here with the sales chitty and I'll give you your card in return (she waved those coloured cards in her hand) and you can come in here where Rosie will oblige you. How you play it is your call. Cash each one in as you earn the sales or wait until you have enough for the full works!"

"And remember guys, this is a little company secret of ours so if you want the full benefits of Rosie, let's keep this to ourselves shall we!" she added. I wondered how that was going to be achieved when all the 'action' was going to be filmed but I let that pass. The guys looked again at the cards and one by one, went back out to the car park to their cars where they set off to earn sexual favours from the company slut.

Emily saw them out and closed the door behind her, turning the key and locking it. Turning to face me, she smiled and said;

"Get me a cup of tea, slut. I'm quite turned on by what's happened today and you're just the whore to help me out with it!" She glared at me in triumph at how well she was wearing her domina title as I set off without complaint to make her a cup of tea. As I walked back to the main office, she looked at me almost seductively as she took the tea off me;

"Can I.....see the cards please......Miss...." I said almost apologetically.

"What? Oh the slut cards, sure, knock yourself out." She said, waving her hand dismissively as she took her tea and sipped it whilst firing up her PC. I reached over and took the bundle of cards. There were 4 different colours and all had her elegant handwriting on them. They said;

"£100 sales - hand job" on the blue card

"£200 sales – blow job" on the green card

"£400 sales – Pussy" on the red card

"£800 sales – Whatever you want" on the gold card.

I looked at Emily, my face hot with humiliation. She smiled at me;

"The guys make sales and then I will give them whatever colour card they earn. They'll show it to you and you have to do what the card says – simple!" she said, staring at me intently and enjoying my discomfort, "And you better oblige them. No complaining, no moaning. If a guy comes in to your room back there and presents you with a card you do it, understood?"

"Yes.....yes Miss, I will...." I said, my tummy lurching in lust and also some fear.

"I reckon Frank will be back first. He doesn't sell all that much and he's a randy old letch so he'll be grateful even for a hand job I think!" Emily said with that wicked smile that I was already very fond of;

"Now then, I've seen you sucking cock but what you like eating pussy?" Emily said, snapping me from my thoughts with her directness. I was shocked and I blushed again;

"I...er...." was all I could offer.

"Come on, you've done it before surely? A slut like you?" she offered. I thought and nodded;

"Yes...Miss, I have but not very often." I said, knowing now she was going to put me to use on her pussy, not wanting to promise her I would be able to do an amazing job. At that point I had only had one lesbian experience when Paul had made me service Fiona, my own friend and neighbour. Due to the thrills of the day however, I was delighted that Emily was about to use me in this manner and resolved to pleasure her enthusiastically.

Emily seemed to accept this. She put her mug of tea down on the desk and stood up;

"Come here slut and take my skirt off." I motioned to walk towards her but as I did she stopped me, "On your knees!" I was surprised but almost hypnotised as her clear blue eyes stared at me in her arousal. I dropped to my knees and crawled over to her as she stood over me. She turned to face away from me and this was my cue to unzip her skirt. I did so and slid it off her legs;

"Don't crease it. Fold it up neatly and put it over the arm of the chair." Emily said, delivering her orders in a calm and authoritative tone for such a young woman. I did so and returned to her;

"Now, my tights. Take them off and put them over the chair too." She further instructed. I reached up and slid my fingers inside her flesh coloured tights and slid them down her long and elegant legs. Whereas I usually crumple mine in a ball, I folded these and placed them over the skirt. Still on my knees as I was, Emily walked the short steps to me and as I turned around she grabbed my head and drew my face into her crotch, my nose and lips pressed against the black lace fabric of her knickers;

"Lick my cunt!" she said, drawing me into her. I licked the fabric of her panties as best as I could, feeling the moistness of her arousal next to me but already wishing I could remove her knickers and eat her cunt;

"I feel like I know you already, little slut. You're just loving the fact that a younger girl is doing whatever the fuck she wants with you aren't you?" She said, pressing me further into her crotch;

"Mmm....yes, that's right...Miss..." I said. She was a bright young woman and I felt she already had a keen sense of what turned me on.

"Ha ha, and already calling me Miss like the obedient little tart you are. So fucking easy!" she said in triumph, "As you've no self-respect, I don't see why I should give you any. Being ruled by a girl probably young enough to be your daughter! Well we both know what's going to happen now don't we, you're eating my cunt, bitch!"

With that, she let go of my head and pulled her knickers down in front of me with some urgency. He pussy appeared in front of me. She even had a gorgeous cunt, almost entirely shaven apart from a thin strip of neatly manicured hair just above her clit. The small hood of her clit was already peeping out from her slit and I could visibly see the moistness of her cunt waiting for my tongue;

"Now stick your tongue out and get it all the way in there dirty bitch! I want to feel it wriggle inside me like a snake!" As she said this she opened up her pussy with her fingers and I lunged my tongue inside her almost on auto-pilot. Emily cried out in pleasure as she felt my moist tongue connect with her clit. Waves of obedient desires swam across me as I worked my tongue hard inside her. I was desperate to gain her acceptance and confirm everything she said about me by being an obliging slut for her.

We settled into a crude and quite rough rhythm. Emily, still standing up, had her left hand pulling her pussy open and her right hand pressing the back of my head firmly into her. My face was by now smeared with her pussy juice as I used my tongue to fuck her and to lap eagerly at her clit.

My nose, mouth and chin were all soaking wet from her. Her legs were buckling and she started pressing her waist down into my head as if she would fall in a heap at any moment. My tongue buried in her cunt, she cried out, "Wait!" and in doing so, pushed me off and jumped on the desk opposite us.

As she did this, she splayed her legs open wide on the desk and opened her pussy up so I could see the pinkness of her inner walls.

"I'm close, crawl over to me, lean up and get your tongue back in there. I'm going to cum all over your face and show you your place!" she said, her voice losing its earlier authority, replaced by her arousal and need to orgasm.

I did as I was told again. As my tongue neared her open slit, she directed me to her clit. I sucked on it greedily, my lips and tongue devouring the salty flesh as she ground down into my face, her hips bucking, her hand clenching fistfuls of my hair as I felt her lose control to my tongue.

She cried out, yes, yes, yes in ever increasing urgency until I felt a warm blast of juice against my lips and tongue and felt Emily grip my head between her thighs, so intensely at first that I thought she was going to injure me. I did as best as I could to keep my tongue working inside her until her legs gave way and collapsed and all the orgasmic tension in her body seeped away.

I moved my head from her cunt, tasting and smelling her arousal. Emboldened by what I had achieved I said, "Did I please you Miss?" retaining my place on my knees between her legs. Emily propped herself up on her shoulders on the desk and looked between her legs and down at me;

"Fuck! You so did, you filthy little whore! That's the first time a woman's ever gone down on me but fuck, it's not gonna be the last!" she said, a beaming smile on her face. She slumped back on the desk again for a few minutes to regain her breath and her composure. After this, she made me fetch her clothes, piece by piece, fetch her more tea and do some filing for an hour or two, enjoying giving me sharp orders and enjoying even more my keen obedience.

I enjoyed this immensely myself and was hoping for another chance to pleasure her but the original game we came here for was about to start. Both next to each other at our desks, Emily stood up and looked out of the window;

"Ah, our first super sales guy! He's back early (it was just before lunchtime). Looks like your services will be required Rosie. Off into the other room with you and remember, no arguing, just obey, I'll be filming it!" Emily said, as she stood up and unlocked the door. I stood up nervously and pottered into the adjoining room wondering what I was about to do and with whom.




One Week of Slut Pt. 06: Friday



As I heard the dull noise of one of the guys in the front office talking to Emily I began to think which of the guys it was and indeed, who I wanted it to be. I only knew the name of Frank and like Emily I guessed it would be him but realised that I really had no idea and marvelled at the fact that in just a few minutes I was going to sexually satisfy whoever walked through the door.

As I thought about this, my heart raced as the handle of the door went and the door opened. I looked up. It wasn't Frank but the younger guy with the pony tail. For some reason I was a little disappointed. I never liked the pony tail look on guys and this one had an unkempt, scruffy feel to him. Despite wearing a suit it was a cheap, scruffy one and his hair had the greasy, spilt-ends look of a guy who took little pride in his appearance.

As he walked towards me I could tell he was very nervous. I was too and it was with great effort that I managed to look him in the eye. There was an awkward silence before he offered;

"I've come for my...er...prize.."

"Err yes. Do you have a card?" I said, trying to delay the inevitable and hoping it was just a blue one and I could toss him off and get back to my femdom experiences in the other office!

"Oh sorry, yes, here you go...." He said. As he said this, he pulled out a red card and presented it to me. With as little effort as that I knew this guy was about to fuck me!

"Oh! I said, you've had a good morning!" taken aback by the colour of the card.

His face brightened, "Yeah, made two sales in one house and then got lucky again half an hour later. I'm only in this morning, only working till 1 so I'm cashing in now..." he offered almost apologetically.

"Oh OK then. Err, where do you want me...?" I said, almost cringing at the question but not knowing what to say in such a bizarre and surreal situation.

"Like you were this morning please, on the desk..." he said, his face full of keen optimism. I was amazed at how polite he was, it almost seemed incongruous with the situation.

My body trembling, I repeated my action from this morning. I lifted my skirt, sat on the cold desk and spread my stockinged legs only this his time without my knickers which as far as I knew, Frank still had possession of. This guy (name unknown) surveyed my cunt almost like a doctor studying a patient. He stared for the best part of a minute as I blushed in exposed embarrassment;

"Come on Matt, are you just gonna perv on her or fuck her? Get on with it!" a voice shouted out. It was Emily, she had lined up the camcorder through the adjoining hatch and was getting impatient. Matt as I now knew him to be named, snapped out of his voyeur trance and was now all action. He unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers almost in one motion, the metallic belt on his pants clanging on the floor of the office.

My eyes were drawn instantly to what had popped out his pants. He was already hard and he gripped his cock as he walked between my invitingly open legs. His cock was average, not small but not the Nick sized monster I was used to. I looked him in the eyes as he looked between my legs and watched as he guided his cock into my waiting hole without fuss.

He pressed down into me without any finesse, his arms settling into position outside my own. He plunged his cock into me two or three times in long, deliberate thrusts. He looked down to me and had a thought;

"Is it OK if I see your tits?" he said politely, holding his cock still inside my pussy as he asked.

I smiled at him awkwardly and blushed but started to unbutton my blouse. Feeling my blouse open and knowing I only had a flimsy bra on, I scooped my tits out the cups by pulling the bra down beneath them. Matt surveyed them, his eyes on stalks before lowering his head and licking both of my nipples in turn. The sight of my tits gave him some extra momentum and he started to fuck me in more urgent deeper thrusts. As he thrust, my tits rocked and slapped against his face as he surrounded himself in tit-flesh.

"Smile for the camera slut!" shouted Rosie as she drew her attention to me. I looked into the camera and smiled weakly as Matt had his way with my cunt. I felt his moans into my chest as he started bucking his arse and thrusting into me hard. His breath got ragged and he moaned into my chest as I felt him clamp his dick down inside me and pump his come into me.

I looked up at him and smiled obligingly, as he left his cock inside me to pump out the rest of his seed. He leaned into kiss me and I responded but tilted my head slightly, not wanting any real intimacy with the guy. He realised this and slowly pulled his cock out, curiously watching his cock studiously as it left my used hole.

"Errr... thanks..." Matt said as he took one last look at my cunt before pulling his boxers and pants back up.

"No need to thank her, you earned that pussy and she's a whore!" Emily helpfully added from the other room. Matt looked at her and smiled weakly before leaving the room.

Matt left the office shortly after and Emily ordered me to get cleaned up in the loo. She had me do some typing work for her, including processing the orders from Matt which had just 'earned' my pussy and then to fetch us both some lunch (which I had to pay for) as we waited for the next guy.

FRIDAY AFTERNOON

"How did you enjoy Matt then slut?" Emily said as we ate our sandwiches.

I shrugged, "Not so much!" I said, not knowing what else to say.

"No, he's a bit of a weirdo he is, and not much good in the sack it seems!" she agreed, "I'm sure one of the others will be better......maybe!" she said. We both giggled as we knew the talent on offer didn't offer us much real hope.

"Ooh, and here we are now with the next customer it seems, it's Tony..." Emily said, "Run along and get into your whore palace again slut..." she said as she tossed the packaging and mess from her lunch into the waste bin.

The experience with Tony was different. Tony was the guy about the same age as me, fairly nicely dressed in a decent suit, he had a handsome face and a chirpy smile. I had thought him nervous at my humiliating unveiling this morning but he now seemed full of assured confidence, a wicked glint in his eye as he purposely walked into my 'office'. He walked over and threw a green card on the table and looked at me.

I looked up and smiled. I couldn't help be a little charmed at his unexpectedly confident manner, "Where do you want me?" I said, perhaps a little disappointed that he hadn't earned enough to fuck me but already thinking of how his cock was going to feel in my mouth.

"Right in front of the camera!" Tony said, and in doing so, pulled the solitary chair from under the table and placed it in front of Emily and the camera. He sat on the chair and beckoned me to him with his index finger;

"I want you to get on your knees, pull my cock out and stroke it hard and then suck it. Can you do that?" Tony said, his face full of concentrated lust. I even heard a "Nice" comment from Emily, impressed by his easy command of me.

I walked over to him. Without asking, he reached for my blouse and unbuttoned me quickly, scooping my tits out and weighing them in his hands. He beckoned me to unzip my skirt and I did so without hesitation, catching him glance at my pussy before he allowed me to service him. I was turned on as I always am by confident guys who know how to master me and I sank to my knees eager to serve him.

I unzipped his pants keenly and gripped the shaft and opened my mouth hungrily, letting my tongue slide slowly over the head of his cock before letting the head and shaft slide slowly into my mouth and prise at the opening of my throat. I teased him a little though by bobbing back up and sliding up and down on his shaft with enthusiasm.

I slid down even further and lapped my tongue slowly across his balls, feeling each one move around in its hairy sack, before looking him in the eye and sliding my head and tongue slowly up the underside of his shaft. I felt him squirming in his chair as he pressed the top of my head into him. I took this as a cue to let him invade my throat. I love deep-throating and instead of bobbing my head up as I got down to the middle of his shaft, I simply carried on, hearing him groan in pleasure as he felt his cock fill the back of my throat.

I kept this up for a few minutes, knowing he would cum soon but then I made a mistake. I got so into pleasuring him, I decided I wanted to take him in my pussy. I stood up and gripped the shaft of his cock and placed my right leg outside his. I was just about to sit on it when Emily intervened;

"No fucking him slut, he's only earned oral!" she shouted at me. I looked across nonplussed. I had forgotten about the game and the rules but looked at both Emily an Tony who were both laughing at me. I was embarrassed at such an obvious betrayal of my own desires. Disappointed, I sank to my knees again and returned to work with my mouth.

A minute or two into some further sloppy cock sucking, Tony was squirming in his chair once more. I wasn't letting him escape this time as I increased the pace of my mouth on his shaft, the room filled with noisy squelches that echoed in the unfurnished room. Tony pushed me away slightly and gripped his cock. He clearly wanted to give me a cum shower and with barely two strokes of his cock I had to close my eyes in panic as strings of sperm flew at me, most landing in my hair, the last two over my nose and mouth.

Tony sagged back into his chair satiated, his cock still pointing straight up in the air. Without knowing why, I slid across to him un-bidden and took him back in my mouth, my tongue bathing his cock and cleaning the remnants of spunk from his shaft. Finishing my task, I popped his cock out, pushed it back into his pants as best I could and smiled at him obligingly.

Tony looked amazed and asked Emily if they could keep me. Whilst she just laughed and said, "Sorry, no!" I did think what an intoxicating thought it would be to be a company whore for all the guys to use whenever they wanted! I didn't get much time to ponder on this notion though. As Tony zipped back up and got dressed, Emily snapped me out of my thoughts;

"Looks like you've got a queue Rosie," shouted Emily as I continued with my slurping, "Here come the oldies, Frank and Bill!" She giggled. I gathered from the vague noise in the other room that Frank and the other guy had arrived to collect their 'reward' and I could hear them chat to Tony who was on his way out. Emily drew me over to her hatch and surprisingly I thought, took a tissue and cleaned the sperm from my face and hair as best she could. It was a surprising show of tenderness from her that I appreciated.

The dirty bastards had obviously planned their session with me carefully as they strode into the room purposely. Bill brought a carrier bag in with him. He set it down on the table and removed the contents, four cans of beer, two sandwiches and a bottle of baby oil. Of most significance were the two gold cards that lay there on the table indicating that these two fat old pervs could have me any which way they wanted. 

Bill looked at me grinning, "Two cans for me, two for Frank and some oil for your arse!" He leered. I blushed but his gruffness also sent tingles through my body and I heard Emily to my left giggle at the quip. The two guys had already cracked open their beer and sandwiches and after a quick gulp each, started tossing their clothes off.

They never stopped until they were both butt naked. It wasn't a pretty sight. At least dressed for work, their haggard bodies were wrapped in decent suits, now everything just hung loose, full beer bellies and sagging man boobs all covered by unkempt body hair.

Both guys moved in towards me like lions stalking their prey, except these were both 50+ guys with beer guts and double chins. Bill was clearly not a guy who believed in messing about. When he looked at me he saw a whore and he treated me as such. He wordlessly unzipped my skirt so it dropped to the floor and calmly unbuttoned my blouse and unclasped my bra (which was still at that point pulled beneath my boobs) so I was quickly naked apart from my stockings and heels.

Surveying my exposure, he moved in close to me and roughly pressed his fingers between my legs, squirrelling his index finger inside my cunt. As he fingered me, he pressed into me and kissed me hard, his tongue pressing roughly into me giving me a taste of the lager he had just drunk. I felt his cock hardening against my stomach in preparation for the fucking I knew was on its way;

"Look at the size of that, woo-hoo!" shouted Emily from the side, "You might be a dirty old perv but you're a well hung one too, haha!" she chirruped. I looked beyond Bill who was still mauling me to see Frank walking towards me, an impressively long and thick cock swinging between his legs. 

He grinned and turned to Emily and grasped his cock and waved it at her lewdly, "if you like it so much get in here and I'll give you a good fucking too!" he crowed. I thought I heard a brief pause within Emily as she may have actually considered it but eventually she shouted back, "Fuck off, you've got your slut in there, fuck her!"

"Don't worry, we're going to!" said Frank. As he said this he joined us and quickly pressed his hands to my breasts and I gasped as he pinched my nipples. Soon the two old pervs had hands all over me, my pussy, tits, legs, everywhere. I was pushed onto my back onto the desk and my legs were forced apart and I felt like a rag doll completely at the mercy of these two old guys.

No sooner did they have me on my back than I was put into service. My legs were pushed up so my feet were flat on the desk. Bill wasted no time and moved in between them and within seconds I felt my cunt being prised apart by a fat cock as he drove it forcefully inside me. I heard that intoxicating snorting growl that guys sometimes do as they feel the pleasure of their cock filling a pussy.

Bill pressed down on each of my legs and started a quick rhythm inside my cunt. In addition to feeling his cock rooting around in my pussy, I felt the full weight of his large belly rub into my midriff as he started to give me one. He wasted no time and started giving me long, hard forceful strokes.

As this started, Frank moved behind me and pulled my head towards the end of the desk flat over the edge. I looked over at him upside down. It was clear what he wanted, I obligingly opened my mouth to allow him to slide his fat cock into me. I'd never sucked cock this way before (in effect upside-down) but I knew immediately I liked it.

Frank stuffed his cock in my mouth and it slid straight down my throat. Luckily he was skilled and not too rough so he fucked my mouth rhythmically and smoothly, one hand stroking my neck and mashing my tits, his other holding a can of lager which he was making short work of as he looked down at my efforts of taking his pole in my mouth and down my throat;

"Fuck! Spit roasted by the two old fat bastards!" I heard Emily shout out in glee as she focused the camera on the two fat cocks sliding in and out of each end of me beneath their sweaty jelly bellies. I felt totally used and submissive in that position. The cocks were penetrating me so deeply I imagined they'd almost meet up inside me and touch each other.

"My turn inside that cunt!" said Frank as he unceremoniously slid his cock out of my well used mouth. I used the time it took for them to swap over to breathe in lung-fulls of air as I knew my mouth was about to be filled again. I just lay there like their fuck doll as they swapped positions, clinking their cans together in a mock toast as they moved past each other.

Again no finesse was applied. Frank just lowered himself into position and guided his fat cock inside my cunt and made a similar 'hurrumph' noise that Bill had made as he felt his cock slide deeply up me so easily. Bill adopted a slightly different position and presented his cock to my side and indicated that he wanted me to suck him off. As I did so he stroked the side of my face so he could feel my cheeks bulge as my mouth was filled with his dick.

This continued for a few minutes and I could feel Frank's body starting to ooze with sweat with the physical exertion that he was clearly not used to. There appeared to be some invisible sign between them as they both pulled their cocks out of me at the same time and Bill walked behind me. Frank however was the one who spoke;

"Right you filthy slut, we've earned your arse so that's what we're going to take next," he said as he pulled me up to face them so I was sitting upright in front of them, "I want you to do exactly as I say, is that clear?"

I looked at both the old guys with their fat, sweaty bodies both holding their cocks in one hand and a beer in the other and almost laughed at the situation I had found myself in. What would be their reaction if they knew that this whore they were about to bang up the bum was supposedly a respectable, middle-class suburban housewife with a high powered corporate job? No time for those thoughts though, two dirty old bastards were waiting to fuck my arse. I just nodded meekly;

"Good girl. Here's the oil. I wanted you to grease our cock's up nicely and then grease your arse hole up. When that's done, get on all fours on the table and open your shit hole as far as you can and ask one of us politely to bugger you." As he said this, he handed me the bottle of oil with a satisfied smirk and took another swig from his can.

Emily to my side almost roared in laughter at what he asked of me. I was breathless and light headed. Whereas the guys probably considered this a degrading game, I was completely turned on by it and eager to comply.

I slid off the table and opened the oil bottle, smearing it on each palm. I emptied a quarter of the bottle on them so it was dripping from my hands. I knelt between the old bastards and took hold of each of their cocks, one in each hand and massaged and smeared as much oil over them as I possibly could so that drops of it ran down their shafts.

That done I squirted just as much over my hands again, clambered onto the table and rubbed it into my arse. I pressed my fingers into my hole so it would at least stretch a little around my fingers and for the next few minutes, I compliantly degraded myself in front of 3 people and a camera who all had a bird's eye view of me fingering my own arse so I could take two old pervert's cocks.

I knew there was only ever so much preparation that can be done for anal and at some point, you just have to bite the bullet. I remembered my last humiliating task so I turned my head to face the guys and said, "I think I'm ready, please fuck my arse."

In readiness for the anal assault, I spread my arse cheeks as wide as I could but knowing I hadn't been properly prepped I knew it was going to hurt like hell. I lifted my bum as high in the air as I could and lowered my head onto the table. I didn't get the cock I was expecting but more humiliation. Frank just said, "Which one?" to me.

I turned to face him, "Which one what?" I said, exasperated.

"Which cock first?" Frank said. I looked at him non-plussed at first but then realised he was making me choose the order that I was to be buggered. I knew immediately that Frank had a bigger cock so it was wise to take Bill first as he could break me in for Frank. I turned to Bill and, my cheeks on fire in shame said, "You. Please fuck my arse."

As I resumed my previous position, Frank teased Bill a little, "She's only chosen you fella because your cock's not as big as mine. Not sure she'll even feel that thing, mate!" he said, the laughter in his voice. Bill laughed too and said somewhat menacingly, "Oh, she's gonna feel it alright!"




One Week of Slut Pt. 01: Prologue



The longest four weeks of my life ebbed away. On the Saturday before 'THE' Sunday, I got a taste of how things would be. Nick rang me on my phone. I was blindsided at first as he called me 'Rosie' and I was about to tell him he had a wrong number before remembering quickly that I was her. In between various promises as to how hard he was going to fuck me and how often I was going to be on my knees for him, he instructed me in what to pack. 

He was quite detailed and insisted on some classy dresses and skirts, as well as the usual male fantasy gear -- black seamed stockings, as much 'sexy clobber' as I could manage and worryingly, he said not to worry about the fancy dress French maid outfit as we'd sort that when I was over there. Assuming my agreed place, I took his instructions and packed as he ordered me to.

Nick text me again on the Saturday night, checking the arrangements and also to instruct me on what to wear for the Sunday. Mostly modest, he wanted me in a knee length skirt, blouse and heels but beneath the modesty, black hold ups and no knickers.

Paul and I used the text from Nick to wind us up into our own sexual frenzy that night. Paul ordered me to dress exactly as Nick had ordered (I had no shortage of business skirts). Putting the skirt on last, Paul watched me dress and could hardly contain his excitement. 

My hand had barely left the zipper on my skirt before Paul moved in, hands up the skirt, in my blouse, feeling my opaque hold ups. He pushed me back on the bed and soon had me on all fours on the bed. In this position, he yanked my skirt up over my waist forcefully and moving rapidly into me, unfurled his cock and slammed it deep inside my pussy, pushing me into the headboard of the bed.

Paul fucked me hard. Firm hands on each of my shoulders, hands sliding up my blouse, he speared his rod inside me. As he fucked me he shouted obscenities to me and humiliated me deliciously;

"How does it feel being fucked by your husband in the clothes another guy has ordered you to wear?"

"Just think, this will be Nick hammering you like this tomorrow you nasty slut, with that huge cock of his. You can take it from me right now though!"

"You better get used to this, skirt over your waist, showing your arse and cunt to any guy Nick tells you to, being done hard by any of them, all of them..."

He pounded me hard before pushing deeply into me, gripping my hips tightly as my greedy hole milked his cock as he filled me with cum. Almost to give me a taste of my position now in the grand scheme of things, he came, pulled out and just left me there on all fours, used and spent. I had to quickly shower and bring myself off as the water washed away my hubby's sperm.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON

I checked with Paul one last time on the Sunday morning that this was really OK, having hardly had a wink of sleep the night before. He kissed me and tried to reassure me before giving me a lift to the station. It was a near 3-hour journey and I took advantage of the licenced bar on the train with 3 nervous G & T's.

I had given some thought to the dress situation. I wasn't getting on a public train with no knickers on. At least not when wearing hold-ups. Tights perhaps, but not hold-ups. I got on the train wearing knickers, I got off it without them as I felt sure it was only a matter of time before Nick would take delight in inspecting his 'slut for a week'. As we left the stop before the one I was getting off, I ducked into the toilet, yanked my panties down and returned to my seat already feeling the slut, a business skirt that I'd worn many times in the office at Board meetings now covering up my bare pussy and hold-up stockings as I pushed my knickers into one of my bags wondering when I'd be wearing some again.

As I stepped off the platform and nervously wheeled my suitcase out around the corner of the station, Nick was easy to spot. He was stood outside of his car, the door still open. I took a deep breath as I saw him, his six foot frame, broad chest and manly visage. His masculine physicality only suffering from his less rugged features; his fake orangey chav suntan, his slick, gelled back 'out of a bottle' hair, whitened teetth and the gauche fakery of sovereign rings on two of his fingers. He was handsome though, so very handsome.

As I walked over, he crouched down and made the laddish 'hip thrust' gesture at me, quickly reminding me of my function there that week and presumably, that he was going to be fucking me a lot. As I approached, he bundled my case in the boot and gave me a very rough kiss, his tongue trying to prise its way into my mouth. He didn't persist very long and ushered me into the car.

"Let me tell you some of the things I have planned for you this week," Nick said, as he sat in the driver's seat of his car. As he started his speech, he wasted no time at all and unzipped his jeans fly and pulled his cock straight out. The magnificent 10-inch cock that I'd thought about every day since I'd last felt it filling my arse over a month ago sprang out, already hard as it would be for so much that week. He smiled thinly as he noticed immediately how my eyes had locked on to it in lust, and my heart skipped a nervous beat; even more so as he started to slowly stroke it up and down in front of me;

"If you agree to all this, say nothing, just lean over and suck on my prick. Seal the deal by swallowing my cum and you'll get all the cock you want, do you understand?"

I was in a trance, I just nodded and groaned inwardly, all I could focus on was his cock. I could feel my bare pussy throb and juice up. I leaned my hand over and snaked my fingers over his thick shaft. Without even thinking, I leaned over, my mouth already open, just about to engulf the head of his prick. I was to be frustrated though, he swatted me away and laughed at me;

"You can't wait to get this prick in your mouth, dirty slut! You didn't listen though; you haven't even heard what I'm going to have you doing yet. Once I've told you, then you can suck my dick? Now, is that clear?" He glanced at me mischievously, already looking forward to taking possession of me as he knew he so easily could.

I blushed crimson, I'd only just got into his car, and all I was longing for already was permission to suck his cock like a cheap whore in the car park. Almost to soothe my need, he compromised and took my right hand and placed it on his thick, pulsing shaft. As I leant over him, I slowly started to stroke his impressive dick and he listed his demands and expectations of me;

"The deal is this. For one week, until midnight next Sunday, you're my personal cock whore. You will do as I say at all times, without question. This will include sucking my cock, taking it in your slut cunt, your arse or anywhere I want you.

You'll wear whatever I want, strip whenever and wherever I want and be available for me to use 24/7. You'll fuck anyone else I tell you to and be warned now, I already have plans for some of my friends to fuck you." 

I listened as best as I could, my hand gripped his shaft firmly as it pulsed in excitement at his own words. He continued;

"Keeping you full of cock will be a full time job though so I want compensating. You're going to pay me each time you take a cum-shot. I think £20 per cum should cover it. If I've worked it out right, that should give me enough to take a week off work and cover expenses. This also motivates me to keep you safe to protect my wages. You will be serially humiliated, laughed at and fucked in front of an audience. Expect no dignity, or consideration, if I want to come, you'll be on the end of my cock, double quick. 

I'm going to try and have my cock inside you all week if I can; my nuts will be like apple pips after I've finished with you. They are my terms, but just to be clear, I don't want to be arguing over this each time I give you an order. If you agree, you agree and you'll do what I say without question. Now, if you agree, SUCK MY DICK WHORE!"

My breath was shallow and ragged as I stroked his dick. I had heard the bit about servicing his friends, and about having to pay him for the privilege of being his personal fuck toy. Both demands were evidence of how much of an arrogant prick this guy was but also, of how good he was at saying and doing exactly what drove me wild with lust. My face burned with humiliation as I stared at my own hand looking small and insignificant against the pulsating rod of cock meat I had hold of. 

I'd had my first instruction. I was putting myself in the hands of an arrogant tosser who would spend the week shafting me and fucking me as much as he could. He would take great delight in using me, showing me off to his friends and indulging in the male ego fantasy I was offering him on such an easy plate. I had no doubt he would humiliate and degrade me all week and what's more, he would humiliate me even further by making me pay him money for it, the implication being this was all for me, not him, he was doing me a favour in having to entertain me for a week!

With my face burning with lust and my body trembling, I resisted no more. I committed to a week long period of total servitude to a guy I couldn't stand. I leant over, brushed my hair out of the way, and engulfed my mouth over his prick, mewing contentedly over his shaft as I continued to wank him, now into my mouth.

Nick leaned back, his hands behind his head as the car filled with the noisy squelches of my mouth sliding up and down his shaft as I greedily set to work. My spit was dripping down his cock as I tried to reward his initial humiliation of me with the best blow job I could muster, delighting in the heat of his rod filling my mouth. 

I circled my mouth and tongue around the head of his dick and speculated on exactly how many times I'd be slobbering on this fat prick over the next few days. I loathed Nick and the thought of him arrogantly leaning back in his boy toy car while I submissively blew him produced in me that mixture of revulsion and intense excitement that I was going to be so totally accustomed to that week. I was going to have to get accustomed to the best way of sucking his dick too, he was so long and thick I couldn't get him fully in my mouth.

I continued to work on his dick, I lapped and circled my tongue down his shaft, trying to tease his balls that were still in his pants but poking through just enough to let me lick them. I wanted to show Nick I was well up for this, I wanted this arrogant wanker to use me ruthlessly all week. I needed the humiliation and I seemed intent on showing him exactly how much I needed it by giving him such an enthusiastic cock-sucking. As I was about to find out a few seconds from then however, my humiliation was about to ramp up a level almost immediately. 

Nick tapped me on the shoulder. I let the head of his cock 'pop' out my mouth and it fell casually against my face. I looked around bleary eyed, my eyes running from having to chug on his full and meaty length. To my horror, there was a guy there, leaning in, watching me. I couldn't see much of him, just a slightly grubby green coat, white T-shirt and a pair of jeans. As he leant in to look, I saw he had grey, unkempt hair, unshaven and seemed in his mid-fifties. 

"This isn't even a dogging spot as far as I know, though that could be a thought...!" Nick said, "I didn't say to stop did I slut? Suck!" 

I glared at him, and at the old guy. With my cheeks full of indignant shame, I slumped back down into Nick's lap again and continued my cock-sucking. As I slurped on the head again, Nick wound his window down and started talking to the guy;

"Alright fella, enjoying the view?"

"Looks like you've got a bitch on heat there, you lucky sod!" The guy said, a laugh in his voice.

"Yeah, she's a dirty little cocksucker, can't get enough dick." Nick said, truthfully it had to be said.

"It's unusual to see such a good looking pro, they're normally wasted crack heads?" the old guy said questioningly.

"Oh no, she's not a prozzy," Nick said delighting in this unexpected opportunity to humiliate me and prove his male prowess straight off, "I don't pay for this, she wants it!" 

I could feel my head swim in horny abandonment at this point. Nick even raked and held my hair up at the front with his fingers and pushed my head up and down his shaft allowing the old guy a completely unobstructed view of his big cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I glanced up at Nick seeing the lust and excitement in his eyes and glanced in shame at the old guy who I thought I could see rubbing his crotch through his pants outside the car.

"Mmm, she looks like a fantastic cocksucker!" He said, "can I have a go next?" I heard him say. Nick seemed to like this as I felt him twist his hips up to thrust his cock further into my mouth. He clamped my head down, his shaft planted firmly in my mouth and urged me to, 'take my load' as I felt my mouth being flooded with his creamy goo.

I moaned and purred on his shaft as I allowed the jizz to slide down my throat, sucking the rest off his cock as best as I could, tackling gravity as I felt some of the goo tricking out of my mouth and down my chin with the pressure of its release. I had him in my mouth all through his cum, and kept it there even twisting my tongue over his cock slit to clean him. Only when his dick popped out my mouth did I snap back into the realisation that I'd sucked him off in front of a complete stranger.

I knew Nick wouldn't pass up this random opportunity. His come had distracted him temporarily but I knew the old guy was waiting for an answer. I could almost feel my pussy leaking in total excitement as the realisation hit me right then that Nick was in total control of me and I was just his whore, he was master of my destiny; I had signed the contract at the point that his jizz had hit the back of my throat and it was just a matter of guessing what he'd make me to do to this old guy, it didn't take that many guesses.

"Why don't you move around to the other window?" Nick said to the guy, whilst leering wickedly at me. Turning to me, he said;

"The week starts here whore. Wind your window down, pull your tits out and hitch that skirt up, show him those slut stockings, show him you belong to me. When he's had a good look, take out his cock and toss him off over your tits."

I turned pale and was mortified initially. I mouthed to protest and tell him to go to hell. I wanted his fat cock, not some dirty old man. I didn't though, the look in Nick's eye told me this was the first test. My eyes followed the guy all the way around the car. As he stood inches from the window, I took a deep, determined breath, zapped the window down with my hands trembling on the button nervously. The old guy poked his face through the now open window and immediately reached for my tits, fondling them through my top. 

I closed my eyes in embarrassment sitting there while he helped himself to a good feel. Nick simply said, "tits!" To me, reminding me to get them out. I looked up at the guy to indicate I was about to get my tits out. He glared at me wide eyed like a kid in a sweet shop. I slid my blouse off my body and wasting no time, pulled each breast out its cup in turn, feeling them sag lewdly over the bra cups below. I remembered the other instruction and not wanting to draw this out any further, I lifted my bum off my seat slightly and hitched my skirt up high over my stocking tops. 

The guy almost growled in lust and needed no invitation. He had rough, cold hands and he pinched my nipples and reached further down, stroking my stocking tops. I gasped out loud as his fingers found my wet cunt. 

"No knickers, what a slut!" He said, his face inches from mine, his breath smelling of cigarettes, tea and I guessed, brandy.

"You are a slut aren't you Rosie?" Nick said to me, loud enough for the old guy to hear; that same old guy that was now trying his best to get all of his fingers inside my cunt. He was doing a great job, he had two up there and his thumb was rubbing my clit furiously. I was lost in lust. I had hold of the guy's hand to keep it where it was in my sodden slit. I was bucking my hips up and down the seat as the old guy frigged me, his fingers squelching about the seat, his other hand mashing my tits and nipples. Nick joined in, pinching whichever nipple the old guy hadn't gotten hold of.

"Yes, fuck yes," I cried, "I'm a dirty slut, oh my God!" I cried out and clamped my thighs together sharply against the guy's hand, my skirt crumpled up like a belt over my waist. Clamped so tight that I was not giving him room to move his hand, as my pussy contracted and exploded against his fingers, my head rocked back into the car seat. I was sobbing with my come as I slumped back in the chair. The old guy was dirty and a bit disgusting but he knew his way around a woman's body.

"What a dirty slut, she came all over my hand!" The guy said, smearing his fingers over my lips, making me taste my own fluids, mixed with whatever filth was already there.

"She's a dirty tramp alright!" said Nick, delighting in the fact that he'd completely humiliated me even before whatever he'd actually planned had happened. As I slumped in the chair, teary and defeated but so totally satisfied in orgasm, I realised that of course, I still had work to do;

"Thank the nice guy as a good slut should Rosie, see if he wants to come over your tits. Although, as he's been so nice, you should throw in some cock sucking too," Nick said, noticing that I'd almost seemed to forget about the old guy already.

Shame ran through me now. Not because of Nick's words as such, but because I was thrilled and delighted at that precise moment to suck this stranger's nob. I revelled in my slut-dom as I looked up at the old guy. Piercing blue eyes against a thick set face and white facial hair, an unkempt and scruffy looking moustache and beard that was just growth rather than trimmed or styled in any way. His deep eyes were set in lust and expectation as he realised he was about to have his cock sucked;

"Thank you for making me cum...Sir. That was fantastic. I'm such a dirty slut, could I please suck your cock, and maybe have you cum over my tits?" As I said this, I felt I wanted to cum all over again. An intense flood of arousal pinged over my whole body, my pussy soaked and throbbing once more at my own words, delighting once more in the self-humiliation I loved and even holding my tits up with my hands like a stripper to indicate where I'd be only too happy to accept his seed.

"You dirty whore!" The guy roared. As he did so, he pulled back from the window, unzipped his fly and pulled his dick out. He moved right in and I heard his hands on the top of the car roof above me as his dick loomed into view. I groaned, it wasn't impressive in size at all, it was thin and fairly short but it was rock hard. It was also acrid and smelt a little, of urine and general un-washed staleness.

I looked at Nick who was laughing at my predicament and seeming to say, 'rather you than me love, good luck!' I overcame my distaste and set to work, my mouth enveloping his shaft easily. I sucked for a minute or two, almost gagging at the dirty taste before I sensed his pulsing cock harden further in my mouth. Feeling as though, with Nick watching, that this was an initial test and rite of passage into my slutty week.

Not long after taking this old stranger's cock in my mouth, I felt him begin to thrust his hips towards me, forcing his cock down my throat with increasing urgency. This was my cue, and as his come approached, I almost spat out his cock with some relief and stroked him furiously with my left hand. 

The guy almost doubled over outside the car in pleasure but he swatted my hand away from around his dick and grabbed it himself. He rapidly tossed himself off over me. His aim was true as a sticky blob of spunk landed on my left boob. The rest just dropped lamely onto his hand wrapped around his own cock




One Week of Slut Pt. 01: Prologue



Nick gave me an almost contemptuous, slow round of applause. He told me to wipe the cum onto my blouse and put my bra back on, but to leave the blob of come where it was. The old guy pulled his spent cock back into his pants only leaning in to speak to Nick whilst completely ignoring the woman whose tits he had just coated; "talented slut you have there, thanks!" and with that walked off, a spring in his step at having had the completely unexpected bonus of free use of my whore mouth and a tale to tell that any friends of his wouldn't believe for a second.

I could still feel the old guy's sperm now inside my bra, and my pussy leaking into the skirt I'd now pulled back down over my stockings. Half an hour into my submission and I guess I already owed Nick £40, I wonder if he really wanted to enforce that?

SUNDAY NIGHT

"Remember you asked for this!" Nick said to me as I entered his flat for the first time, it was a nice flat, clean and tidy but with rather garishly bright colour schemes and décor inside.

It was in a fairly cheap and non-descript part of town and I calculated that Nick was far from the business high-flyer he claimed to be. Paul had told me as much anyway, most of his claims were pure bravado.

From first glance, the flat consisted of a large living room, two bedrooms (one quite small) and a decent sized kitchen. I was actually quite impressed, I'd half expected an unkempt tip of a flat. Not that I was given much time to look around yet. Nick lashed my bags and things in the hall and led me into the large living room;

"Well this is where you'll be spending most of the week whore, mostly on your knees or on your back admittedly!" He said, delighting in the ultimate power over me that I had willingly granted him. As he said this, he moved in close to me, and kissed me hard on my lips, his tongue exploring my mouth;

"You don't even like me do you," Nick said leeringly, "In fact, I reckon I make your skin crawl?" He said it as a question but I looked downwards in acknowledgement that he was right;

"And yet here you are, in my flat for a week, knowing that I am going to fuck you as hard as I can, I am going to make you suck my cock over and over again, and hammer that pussy and arse and you'll take it all like an obedient bitch! Why?" As he said this, he calmly helped himself to a feel up my skirt, his fingers teasing my soaked pussy, his property for the week. I looked him in the eyes, he wanted an answer;

"Because I ....I get off on it!" I said, already struggling to concentrate as his fingers probed my slick slit as I wriggled desperately at his touch.

"You get off on being treated like shit by a guy you don't like?" Nick asked.

"Yes, yes, exactly that." I said, realising it was weird and not understanding it myself.

He shrugged, as if to acknowledge that while he didn't understand it either, he was more than happy to use it to his full advantage. "Take everything off except your stockings, sit on the table over there, and spread your legs." Nick said very directly. This was a moment of truth also for me. I had prepared myself in the car for this.

I was determined that if this week was to work, I had to do everything Nick said without hesitation or complaint, this was what I was here for; his total and easy domination of me. He says, I do, otherwise this scenario wouldn't work. With some irony it occurred to me that Nick and I almost needed to conspire together to ensure I received the humiliation I craved and he got as much easy sex as he wanted. On some level, Nick knew this too I thought. 

As I thought about all of this, I had already stripped down to my stockings and I slid onto the table and sat down, my legs open wide, like I was waiting for a gynae exam; my face the usual shade of crimson at being on display to Nick, who was able to easily view the pussy I had given him for a week.

Nick looked deep into my pussy and moved in close. He saw me watching him closely as he pulled his own clothes off, his ripped and manly torso coming into view before sliding his boxers down to reveal the thick bulbous head and glistening ten inch shaft of the cock I had already worshipped in the car.

He gripped his cock and walked between my legs, he saw me inhale deeply as I prepare to be penetrated, no doubt the first of many occasions but not yet it seemed, I had longer to wait. Nick deliberately missed my slick opening and let his shaft slide against my pussy and my stomach, his balls squashed against me. He wanted to talk first;

"So, what is it you want this week?"

"To be your slut!" I said, at that moment, just wanting to be full of his cock.

"But you don't like me...as a person?"

"No, I think you're an arrogant jumped up prick!" I said, not wanting to lie and sensing that I wanted or even needed to provoke him.

"...and despite that, you want me to push this cock all the way up your slutty hole don't you?" Nick said, clearly completely un-surprised by my evaluation of him.

"Yes, you bastard! I want your cock!" I said, annoyed that he was delaying this, and teasing me.

"You'll get it when I'm good and ready, is that understood?"

"Yessss..."I hissed, frustrated already.

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes...Sir...!" I spat out, the verbal humiliation making my pussy jolt in excitement while my brain was a the same time repulsed by my own desire. 

"Rub your clit for me, let me see you play with yourself while I check where we're at with this."

I was only too pleased to oblige, my pussy was on fire and I rubbed my clit eagerly, as I leant forward to gaze at the hard lump of cock that frustratingly was still in his hand. The arsehole was toying with me, and I guess, making sure I knew my place. Not even settled in to the flat yet and my legs were already wide open, inches from his cock, both knowing he could slam me any time he wanted and both knowing I badly wanted him to.

I was light headed from the treatment and already starting to buck my hips on my own fingers as Nick chatted to me again;

"This week, every time I give you an order you will do it without delay or complaint. Is that clear?

"Mmmm mm, yessss..." I said, lost in lust already.

"And every time I require you to speak, you will reply by calling me Sir?"

"Yes...Sssssirrr..." I spat out again, just about remembering.

"And if I want you to fuck all my friends you'll do it without question?"

"Oh, fuck...yes, yes, I'll fuck anyone you tell me..."

"And if I want, you'll wear nothing but a slutty maid outfit, serve my mates drinks all night, before taking a hard shafting from each one of them, won't you?" 

As he said this, he continued to rub his hard cock against my pussy and I continued to rub my clit, my body being lost to the humiliation of his words as my clit pulsed. He grabbed my hand and moved it away from my pussy. He took hold of his angry looking cock and moved it into position just at my opening. I went into an overdrive of lust, and I lost it;

"Yesss, oh fuck, yesss. Please SIR, please use me, humiliate me, degrade me and laugh as I obey everything you say like a cheap tart. Make me your cheap, nasty cock whore. Use me in front of all your fucking friends, turn me into a cheap cock sucking bimbo, on my knees for you whenever you want. I'll suck all your friends off, take all their cocks up my arse and pussy...oh.... ooooo...gawwwwwdddddd..." 

I didn't know what I was saying or doing, a wave of intense bliss swept over me as Nick rammed his dick deep up me in the middle of my slut submission. Almost to my shame, my whore cunt exploded almost immediately as I felt his veiny shaft rub the underside of my clit as he stuck his pole up me. The world seemed to stop as my body slumped against the table, my pussy leaking on to it. 

As I opened my eyes from my burning, flushed face, Nick had that arrogant grin all over his face. I looked at the cock now already spearing in and out of me. We both knew what was to come and he was going to fuck his bitch hard for the first of many times that week.

Completely ignoring my cum, he thrust his cock deep inside me all the way through it, moving his torso into me as he held his cock in place right up me. From this position, he grabbed the underside of my stockinged legs just above my knees and held my legs horizontally out. 

From this position, he had complete and easy access to my cunt and he hammered his advantage home, his shaft glistening as my pussy obligingly coated it, his balls slapping erotically against my pussy and arse, my boobs bouncing all over the place as I was rutted. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and clung on, taking one of the hardest fuckings I've ever took.

His thrusts were not frenzied, just determined, he slid his prick all the way in, and almost all the way out and I closed my eyes imagining what was happening inside my cunt. At the relentless pace he was fucking me, he didn't last long, I didn't want him to either as my pussy was already sore. 

He half let go of my legs' only to push them into my chest as he pressed his torso against them, trapping me underneath him. This position allowed him to get even deeper inside me and I heard him cry out loudly as his cock jolted and filled me with spunk. He held the position for over a minute as he obligingly filled me full of his sperm.

"Ooofff, you've got a fucking cracking cunt for a whore, I'll give you that!" Nick said, as my body almost unfolded and sagged as he pulled his cock out of me, smugly satisfied at his easy taking of me:

"Stay right there, don't move. I have something for you!" He said, puzzlingly.

I stayed exactly where I was, which to remind you, was lying on my back on a table in the living room of a virtual stranger, wearing just black stockings, the said stranger having already fucked me within half an hour of me arriving in his flat, his cum already oozing out of me.

I lost sight of him for a minute or two but he returned soon, a book and a piece of paper in his hand. He handed me them and I looked quizzically at him:

"What's this?" I said, only wanting to be allowed to clean up and freshen up.

"I told you. £20 per cum. This is where you keep a record. Although your week doesn't actually start until tomorrow so the three you've taken already today are on the house!" he said gleefully.

"You can't be serious!?" I said, looking at the book in astonishment.

"Open it, take a look," was all that he offered.

I opened it as best I could, still on the table as I was. It was only a small notebook with a few pages. On each third page, Nick had written the day of the week on the top of the page."

"Every time you get a cum-shot, you record it in this book, and you make sure whoever gives you it signs for it. Write a sentence about what happened in the book and get the giver to sign against it in the margin." 

Nick stopped as I looked at the book, he'd drawn margins in it where the signatures would go. He continued, "So, for today, you could have written, 'Stranger came over tits in Nick's car' or 'Sucked and swallowed Nick's jizz in his car' or 'Took Nick's load in my cunt on his table.' We'll total it up at the end of the week."

I looked at Nick, scarcely believing he was going to make me do this. I didn't have time to think too much then though. Nick simply dipped his fingers into my well used pussy, causing me to sigh deeply. He scooped up a glob of his own cum and looking at me deep in the eye, placed his fingers in my mouth. I needed no instruction, I greedily sucked his come off his own fingers and swallowed it. He calmly repeated this process four times until, I assume, he'd scooped it all out.

"Now on your knees and clean my cock like the nasty whore you are!" he said, a harsh expression on his voice. I slid off the table and down onto my knees immediately. I gripped his cock, still glistening from our juices and took him deeply into my mouth. I did this for a minute or two as he watched. He lifted his cock upwards and ordered me to clean and suck his balls before completing my humiliation by bending over the table and ordering me to tongue his arse hole. I did so with distaste, forcing my tongue between his arse cheeks as he called me a filthy slut.

Satisfied I was firmly in my rightful place as his easy whore, he stood up suddenly, making me drop on all fours. He walked past me, swatted my arse and told me to stand up and sort my things out. 

The remainder of the evening was fairly uneventful. It was already late so Nick just had time to order me around a little domestically, fetching him some supper and some drinks. He did comment at one point that he was thinking of fucking me again but a few minutes later, said he would save it until tomorrow to 'give his balls some time to fill up again.' I was quite relieved, it had been a long day already and I knew this was going to be a long week, hell it hadn't even started yet!

Luckily, Nick had complied with one of Paul's insistences and provided me with my own bedroom to which he had to leave me alone away from his command for a while each day. The final mini humiliation for me that day was his insistence that I had to ask permission to go to bed. He snorted as I asked as he was watching football on TV and waved me away dismissively as if to say, 'whatever, be gone whore!'

To my delight, the bedroom had an en-suite shower and bathroom which I helped myself too. I slumped into the single bed, now refreshed up but tired and revelled in its comfort as I relived the events of the day in my mind. 

It was surreal thinking about it. Me, a successful business woman, lying in a bedroom of a guy I barely knew, having sucked the cocks of two guys, one a complete stranger, one a guy I disliked but who I knew would be taking me any which way he wanted over the next few days. 

At the thought, my pussy flipped and twinged again as I wondered what was in store for me the day after. If Nick was right, I was to be gang-banged by his mates at some point. The thought horrified me and turned me on in equal measure and I had to stop thinking about it before I'd have been forced to play with my clit again like some horny teenager. Let's save myself for tomorrow's adventures I thought.