3 comments/ 63364 views/ 29 favorites The Kirsty Fantasies Pt. 01 By: NatalieH Preface As you may know from reading the "Builder's Slut" series (which is still continuing), my name is Natalie. I am a senior, executive business woman and run a company in the City where I live. I am also a submissive slut and a whore. Reading the "Builder's slut" series will give you more background on who I am and what I am doing writing on here. That series is being written on the orders of Lee and Carl (the builders) for their amusement although I'm not sure they've even read it. This series is written on the orders of Kirsty, my 25 year old, gorgeous mistress. She has read my stories so far and has been impressed by what I have written. She has asked me to write a fantasy series based on what I would like her to arrange for me. She has promised that she will make any scenarios she really likes happen for real but the main aim I believe is to make me remind myself of my true nature and of my submissive devotion to her. The one aspect of this particular fantasy that is completely true is the opening premise; that since writing the Builder's Slut series, Kirsty really does now work in my office as a temp and covers for my PA when she in on leave. Of course nothing that I depicted below has happened in the real office but somehow I guess and wish it could. "Kirsty, would you show these gentleman out please." I asked as my brief meeting had finished. The 'gentleman' were not really deserving of the term. Two young, cocky salesman with nothing original to say, full of clichés and deluded self-regard thinking they owned the world. I smiled politely and shook their hands as professionally as I could. They hadn't made a sale, they hadn't made a good impression. They were our account managers for some supplies we occasionally needed. The guys were 'Simon the sleaze' as the girls in the office called him and his friend Jeff, who was not a great deal better and went by the self-explanatory name of 'Sweaty Jeff'. Simon thought he was God's gift to women, Jeff certainly knew he wasn't. I often struggled to maintain a conversation with either of them as they spent most of the time in my company trying to ogle down my cleavage or leer up my skirt or try out their full repertoire of cheesy, suggestive lines when they should have been talking business. "Of course Natalie," said Kirsty as she headed for the door, wearing her beige skirt suit as elegantly as always, her bum swaying provocatively in that amazing hip slinging walk she had perfected, her legs looking lithe and athletic inside her opaque tights, her blouse just open enough to reveal the beginnings of her luscious breasts. My beautiful young Mistress. I rolled my eyes in weary frustration as both men ogled her bum on the way out and I saw Simon lower his hands towards her to pretend he was going to cop a feel of her arse. We caught each other's eye, my face disapproving and 'don't you dare,' his face dismissively and arrogantly giving me a cocky wink as if I should be amused by what a cheeky chappy he was. Just for background, both these guys were I think of a similar age to Kirsty, mid-twenties. Simon was I suppose quite a handsome guy, He was well groomed and well turned out; short black, gelled back hair and no doubt a user of guy liner and numerous male cosmetics. Fairly athletic, I could tell he worked out and I could guess he spent hours inspecting his own pecs in his mirror at home. He was one of those guys who seemed permanently on heat and ready to pick up 'some skirt' whenever the opportunity presented. He had in fact, tried it on with every one of my female staff members, a typical jumped up 'jack the lad' who thought he knew it all and could have any woman he wanted because he had a good job and a sharp suit. His colleague Jeff had exactly the same sleazy character faults except without any of the looks or faux charisma. He was about 4 or 5 stone overweight, his face red and flustered and he always seemed out of breath. A similar hairstyle of short gelled hair kind of got lost on top of his round, blotchy face. He seemed to admire Simon because of his conquests to date, whether they were real or in Simon's imagination I didn't know. Looking at them on their way out after another waste of my time being annoyed by their arrogant chatter and dull spiel, I made a mental note to change our supplier; one of those things on my mental to do list that I never seemed to get round to. As I returned to my desk and my mountain of emails, glad to be rid of the sleaze balls for another month and hoping to get rid of them completely, I glanced out of my office door. Kirsty was still talking to Simon and to a lesser extent, Jeff. She was giggling like a flirty schoolgirl. Her wide green eyes staring at her, her hands flicking through her blonde, bobbed hair and her fingers touching his arm as she giggled at a joke or comment, whatever it was. As she showed them out, I saw her nod to Simon. I could see she seemed to like him although I didn't have a clue why. I hoped she hadn't agreed to go on a date with him. She was much too good for him in my opinion and would be selling herself short with him. She could be a classy lady, he was a sleaze. Apart from that, she was my PA and she was also my mistress. She was of course free to see, fuck or date anyone she wished, it was me who needed her permission to do any of those things. I was also a cuckold of sorts I guess! "What were you talking to him about?" I asked her as she returned to my office. "Er, do you want to re-phrase that? She said, her wide eyes staring at me questioningly with some anger in her expression. "Sorry...err....would you tell me what you were talking to Simon about please, Miss" I stutteringly amended. We had an understanding. In work when in company with anyone else I was still the boss, she was still the secretary. When we were alone, I had to talk to her as I normally do, as my domineering mistress. In the atmosphere at work I always found it difficult to remember this. There is no-one more senior than me in the whole building and most of the time, I talked authoritatively to people. Having to call her Miss and be meek and mild and submissive in my own office was downright weird and deliciously erotic. "That's better my little slut. Although I do think you should know better by now than to ask me any direct questions; you really should know your place by now. I will tell you anything I feel you need to know when I think you need to know it. As you did have the cheek to ask I will tell you on this occasion. I was arranging to meet the boys for a drink after work. In fact it's nearly home time so I'm going now. I've told them I'm bringing a friend. That's you. I assume they will think I want to get into Simon's pants and that I'm bringing someone along for Jeff. They'll get a shock when they see it's you." My soul sunk in despair. It was a weekday, I'd not yet finished a long, horrendous day at work and now I had to go on a night out with two guys I despised. Listen to more of their sexist bullshit and arrogant boy talk and pretend to be into them. Of course, knowing Kirsty as I did, there was little limit on what I might have to do with Jeff. I'm not a particularly superficial person but it had to be said, I found Jeff physically repulsive. "Do we have to Miss, I mean, they're so....." "Arrogant, cocky, fake and sleazy? I know..." Kirsty retorted, an evil glint in her eye as she told me where I was to meet them and confidently strode out the room to get her stuff together and freshen up in the ladies as usual, not even considering that I had any input into the discussion, I just had to comply. I was asked to meet them in a nearby wine bar. I could just bet it was Simon's suggestion. It was just his type of place, fake, false and a little bit sleazy. Bar prices that were suitably over-priced so guys could show their wallets off to whatever 'skirt' they could find. As I walked in reluctantly, I noticed the three of them talking and joking. I blushed even now at the scenario. I felt out of place, I was ten years older than any of these, I just didn't want to be here. Other than the opportunity to spend more time with Kirsty I was dreading the evening and what it would entail. She practically lived with me anyway these days, or at least, allowed me the privilege of letting me practically wait on her hand and foot. "Natalie, over here"" Kirsty stood up and waved, the smile that lit up her whole face as it spread sexily all over her face. The two guys turned around and were wide eyed in shock to see me as the 'friend' she had mentioned. Obviously the last person they expected to see. I saw Simon look pointedly at his mate as if to say 'I didn't expect her!' "Well, this is a surprise!" said Simon, looking genuinely shocked, "Can I get you a drink love?" "She will have a Corona," Kirsty replied before I'd had a chance. Simon looked from woman to woman. Seeing me fail to register an objection, he shrugged his shoulders and went off to the bar, obviously trying to get his head around the unexpected turn of events and what it meant. Kirsty motioned for me to join her and Jeff at the table and we spent a minute or two in some pointless small talk. As Simon returned with my drink, Kirsty started leading the conversation. I wasn't sure where it was going to go but she had a mischievous grin on her face the whole time and I was worried. "Simon here tells me that he's in line for promotion. He's on £40k per year already, has a company car and his own flat," Kirsty offered. "Yeah, I'm doing OK. I'm going for Area Manager within 2 years. £100k salary, great pension and benefits. Just need to find myself a nice dolly bird and I'll have the full set." He grinned and leered. A minute into the conversation and I wanted to punch him. Instead I knew Kirsty was playing a game, I just didn't know what sort of game but I knew I had to play along. I didn't have to be nice to him though. "100k heh? Not bad but that's what I was on a few years ago. There's more to life than money and fast cars you know." I glowered at him. I wasn't into status symbols and superficial things and that's not something I would normally dream of saying but I wanted to put him back in his place as a young tosser. He just shrugged his shoulders dismissively in that arrogant style I already hated. We spent the next two hours talking rubbish like this. Simon was constantly trying his luck with Kirsty and he was seemingly doing very well as he took us all through a sizeable repertoire of dull conversation and plastic thoughts. Cars, houses, how good a dancer he was, how much beer he could handle. I actually saw him try to get his hand up Kirsty's skirt once or twice, definitely resting his hands on her knees at times. I must admit though that Kirsty was encouraging him. She was laughing at the sleazy jokes that I knew she didn't find funny. Her body language seemed to say she was up for it and wanted him. Jeff concentrated on his beer, chugging it back and keeping the table supplied. He was enjoying the view of his best pal trying and seemingly succeeding in getting into another girl's knickers. "I know." Kirsty said suddenly, during a lull in the flirty conversation with Simon. "Let's go and see this flat of yours," she said to Simon. "..Err...sure," he said uncertainly at first but soon realising this probably meant he had 'pulled' her. "What about those two?" he said smiling cockily and indicating Jeff and I. At that point I thought she was going to take me to one side and order me to amuse Jeff or keep him occupied so she could have her way with Simon. I was very wrong. "All of us, we'll all go. You have some drinks in the flat I take it?" she asked enthusiastically, looking at him with her full irresistible, come to bed eyes, batting her long eye lashes suggestively. "Yeah sure I have babe, OK, let's do it." He said. I saw him winking at Jeff. The wink said, God's gift has done it once more, I'm getting laid again! I assume he was just thinking of how to get rid of me and Jeff so he could have her to himself. I was just very nervous. I had no idea of Kirsty's intentions. The best I could do out of this now I thought was that she wanted to fuck Simon so I would keep Jeff company while she did so that he could brag to me in future meetings that he'd nailed my secretary. This was being optimistic though, there were hundreds of other scenarios much worse than this one. You know as well as I did then, it was going to get much worse for me as soon as I got to the flat. Simon left his car in my office car park and we caught a taxi the short distance to his flat. Kirsty ramped up the pace with him a little and starting kissing him in the taxi, allowing his hands free reign over her legs and skirt suit. His hands lingered on her breasts as he got an unobstructed feel. She was reciprocating and I noticed her hand pause over his crotch once or twice as she obviously felt his hardness through his pants. I looked at Jeff who watching them leeringly. He had his hand over his own crotch pants, he was obviously a little aroused himself at seeing Simon paw and sleaze over Kirsty and was trying to hide his erection. He caught my eye and grinned, his eyebrows raised. I couldn't read that expression exactly; it either said, 'fancy us two doing the same?' or 'What a stud this guy is, he's about to fuck your secretary,' We left the taxi and took the lift to the flat. It was obvious Simon had been exaggerating a fair bit about his success. The flat was in an average area. Tidy enough and OK, but modest and not the penthouse 'yuppy' flat of a mover and shaker as he had seemingly made out to us. A little more small talk followed and then my sudden descent into slut-dom happened again. Simon had put some soppy, cliched music on. Kirsty stood up and grabbed my hand. "Let's dance!" she said to me, pulling me up into her, and kissing me full on the lips as we both swayed with the music. I wasn't allowed to object but the drink and the thrill of her command made me as compliant as ever. I put my arms around her and kissed her full on the lips, our tongues entwining, the white thrill of her tongue exploring my mouth as dizzy lust gripped me. I could hear the guys whooping in the background. When Kirsty kisses me like this, I just go to mush, all my submissiveness and desire for her melts over me. Maybe she knows this as quite often my slut adventures with her often start with us kissing. Its almost like a kiss of comfort and encouragement before she hands me over to my tormentors. She leant over to me and whispered in my ear erotically, out of the earshot of the guys." "I love my gorgeous slut Natalie and I know you hate these guys, I can't stand them either. I'm sorry Nat, but you're going to fuck them both, right now. You're going to offer yourself to them and I'm sure they're going to accept and do whatever they want with you. I want to watch you being defiled by them. Natalie the middle-aged business woman, my boss, on her knees sucking the cocks of two arrogant wankers just so I can watch. Tell me you're going to do it." My face had reddened with humiliation and fear just at the thought. I hadn't expected this. I thought she was lining me up for maybe sucking Jeff's dick while she fucked Simon. This was worse. Much worse than that, she wanted me to fuck them both. Not only that, she was going to make me humiliate myself in front of them and make out like I wanted them, perhaps even that all of this had been my idea as a precursor to fucking them. "We have a surprise for you guys." Kirsty said, breaking of our kiss suddenly, the guys wide eyed in wonder at what they had already seen. "Natalie here told me when you were leaving the office before how much she wanted to fuck you both. We set this up to make it happen. She's fancied you Simon for months now and she's always wanted to try a threesome with two guys, she was just too shy to ask. She's gagging for it, aren't you. Natalie?" My face filled with embarrassed heat as I quickly looked at the guys. Both now sporting open mouthed astonishment on their faces, staring at me eagerly for confirmation and probably wondering what the hell was going on, perhaps waiting to hear that it was just a joke to see what they would do. A clever trick that was by Kirsty, to put all the onus on me and increase my humiliation ten-fold. She knew the very last thing I wanted was to be made to confirm all of Simon's ridiculous self-delusions about being god's gift to women. I was now going to have to pretend I lusted after him and wanted nothing more than to fuck his brains out. My thoughts were too distracted and disrupted to speak coherently. I couldn't speak at all! Kirsty realised this and, obviously anxious not to spoil her narrative, beckoned me to sit next to her. To my surprise, she started unbuttoning my blouse and left it on me open so that my black bra and cleavage were exposed. She pulled the hem of my skirt up my legs so my black stockings were on full view (Kirsty always required me to wear stockings for work). "Let the boys see your knickers Natalie," she said smiling. Still stunned, almost on auto-pilot I stood up, not even looking at the guys, and unzipped my skirt letting it fall to the ground. I sat back down, my head low and concentrating on the floor not wanting to look at the guys, especially that bastard Simon who I just knew would be grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Lie back on the couch," she ordered. She gave her orders in an even quieter and softer tone than usual, it was done to make it sound to the guys as though she was just encouraging me to do what I so wanted to do and not appear as a domme ordering her slut around. I did as she asked and as I did, she spread my legs wide so the guys had a full view of my stockings and my black knickers. "Come on guys, want to get a closer look?" she said, beckoning them closer. "In fact, let's get your pussy on view for the guys. You haven't asked them whether they will fuck you yet." As she said this, my head in a whirl, the guys stood in front of me. She made me look straight in front of me as she closed my legs together and slid my knickers down my legs, tossing them to Simon who caught them triumphantly, a look of trance-like amazement on his face. "Now Natalie," Kirsty taunted, her dominative tones now coming to the fore, "If you want these guys to fuck you, open your legs really wide for them. Give them a good look at your cunt and show them what you need. Show them you've wanted a good fucking since the first time you saw them." This was the last thing I wanted to do on a conscious level. On another my mind was already swirling with thoughts of what I knew was about to happen. Simon and Jeff, sleazy, cocky, sexist and arrogant and they were both about to do whatever the fuck they wanted to me. I was cringing in embarrassment and at the same time dizzy with total lust for it happen. Kirsty was just amazing, she always understood perfectly that the more I disliked a guy, the more turned on I would be at being ordered to fuck him and humiliate myself for his amusement. "Holy Shit, what a gorgeous cunt." Simon screamed ecstatically and manically as I complied with Kirsty's request. My back and bum horizontal on the sofa, my legs as wide apart as humanely possible, my pussy wide open on display about twelve inches from Simon's face. I could see both guy's faces. They each had expressions of wide-eyed shock, some lust and some amusement. They couldn't believe what was happening, they couldn't believe their luck. "I knew you wanted a good fucking since the first time I met you, you dirty bitch. Just like all the other birds. I bet you've flicked your bean plenty of times after meeting me dreaming about taking my cock. Well tonight is your lucky night you slut. Tell it to me, tell me what you want. You should have asked sooner darling." The Kirsty Fantasies Pt. 01 I wanted to correct him and tell him how wrong he was, how I despised him and everything he stood for and how he was an arrogant drip who I didn't ever want to see again. Instead I said: "Fuck yes, I want you. I want to suck your cock. Make me your fucking slut, fuck me, fuck my arse. Both of you, use me like a cheap slut. Fuck." I said the last 'fuck' as Simon had helped himself to a prod of his finger into my moist hole and had started to finger me as I began to humiliate myself in front of him. Jeff was pawing my thighs and running his hands over my boobs rapidly. He seemed in a hurry as if at any minute we were going to jump up and announce it was all just a joke. "I just knew you were a dirty bitch." Simon said sneeringly. Only too pleased to play the quite unexpected role of master to a slut on heat. He pulled his finger out of my pussy and tasted it, making a demonstration of the fact. "I've tossed myself of over the thought of you sucking me off, now it's going to happen. Happy days! Get on your knees. You're going to suck some dick first, business woman!" I smarted at the taunt. I'd spent months meeting this guy, always being the one in control, setting the agenda, the big shot, the woman in control that didn't fit with his world view. Now I was obediently sinking to my knees in order to gratefully receive his dick in my mouth perhaps confirming the place he thought women should adopt. As I knelt before him, he stood up. His right hand stretching greedily between my open blouse and inside my bra cup, mashing my left tit and rubbing my nipple, just because he could. He withdrew his hand quickly, unzipped his fly and reached inside his pants. "Get your lips around this, executive!" He laughed at his own hilarious joke, nudging Jeff with his shoulder encouraging him to watch as he stood next to him. I stared wide eyed at the cock that had just sprang out of Simon's pants. It was enormous, it was magnificent, it had to be nine inches long but was also so thick too. I knew I wouldn't be able to get my hand around it and the head of his cock was full and bulbous. I was already imagining it in my mouth. I'd only have a minute or two to wait. It somehow made my imminent humiliation all the worse that the arrogant fucker had a great deal to be arrogant about, at least in the cock size department, I knew he'd have me desperate for that tool and I knew he'd delight in making me beg for it. He looked down at me and sneered, he could see by my deep breathing and wide stare that I was impressed, and full of lust. His confidence was riding high now. He may have thought the previous actions by Kirsty and I were some kind of practical joke. Now he knew different. He knew he was about to complete an easy conquest of me and have his dick sucked by the business woman who kept refusing to buy his stock and who he'd met professionally in the office only a few hours ago as the boss of all she surveyed in control of her world. He gripped the shaft of his cock and lowered it to my mouth. I reacted instantly, opening my mouth to take him in, anticipating that delicious feeling of my tongue being pushed aside by the marauding cock sliding in my mouth. He wouldn't let me suck it, he circled the head of his cock around my lips. I felt a trail of pre-cum coat my lips. He rubbed the thick shaft of his dick up and down each of my cheeks. He moved in even closer to me, standing above me. I was just burning in shame and frustration. Two other people enjoying the sight of him teasing me, enjoying him exposing my desires as my mouth followed his dick around as I attempted to suck him. Everyone could see I was straining to get his cock in my mouth. I saw Kirsty smiling. Jeff was transfixed, he still had his pants on, a big tent in his pants indicating his enjoyment of my humiliation. I was so turned on already. I'd gone quickly from hatred and embarrassment of this guy to the usual feeling of wanting him to break me and humiliate me in front of the other two. Let them all see me on my knees slurping on his huge cock, let him feel the pleasure of being able to flood my mouth with his spunk, do my arse, my pussy, let them see how much I need to please him and submit to his power. Let me acknowledge before you all that I am indeed a whore, your whore. Treat me like one, please! Although he couldn't hear my thoughts, he didn't disappoint. As he moved in closer, he pulled his cock up towards himself like a gear stick so that his heavy dangling balls came into my full view. "Lick my balls slag, then you can have my cock." I obeyed urgently, my tongue glad to be able to taste some salty flesh. He had big balls too, they swirled around my tongue within his ball sack. I sucked greedily on his balls, already behaving like his obedient and dutiful slut. These balls won't be so full for long I thought as I started to revel in my own debasement, chasing his balls around their sack. Low murmurs from him indicated his enjoyment of my mouth. He let his cock fall from his grip as he ran his hands stiffly through my hair. His dick was rock hard and so stiff that it didn't fall very far, just enough to appear right in front of my eyes. I didn't need to wait for instructions, I opened my mouth wide and gratefully accepted his thick shaft in my mouth. I closed my lips around it, my tongue working the head quickly. I had sucked so much cock recently I felt like a crack addict getting a fix. I needed it, I wanted it, I thrust my head back and forward like a demented woodpecker, my mouth erotically full of cock each time I went in, slurping noises greeting each invasion of his dick in my mouth, my jaw straining to get him all in. "Fucking hell slut, slow down! Feels like you haven't had any cock for ages, plenty to go around here!" he said. I think he'd be shocked if I'd have told him just how much cock I had actually had recently. This wasn't me quenching a hunger, it was me overcome with my slut lust, by my need to be obedient and to be used. I groaned in frustration. I was just getting into it and starting to do my best work slobbering on his gorgeous dick when he pulled if away from me. He was grinning from ear to ear, delighted at how I had turned so quickly and easily into such a willing cock sucker. "Get some of this fella, she sucks like a cheap whore!" Simon said to Jeff. Blimey, Jeff! I'd forgotten he was even there as I wrestled mentally with the fact that I was proud of Simon's compliment at my cock sucking ability and readied myself to give 'Sweaty Jeff' the same experience. Simon took a step back, and Jeff stepped forward. He wasn't as confident in all of this as Simon was. I'd be surprised if he had much experience with women at all but let's face it, he didn't need much with me, I'd do all the work for him. I found the thought of sucking Jeff's dick somewhat gross. I didn't want to but to my shame, I just thought the quicker I do so and get him off, the quicker I can get Simon in my mouth again and down my throat. Jeff just stood there. I looked up to see what he wanted but he said nothing, just looked at me intently. I reached to him and took the initiative by unbuckling his belt and unzipping him and leant forward, taking his dick quickly in my mouth. He was much smaller than Simon in every way. Perhaps just over six inches long, quite thin and worst of all, smelling of stale piss as if he hadn't cleaned it for God knows how long. To complete the picture, his flabby belly was pressing and rubbing greasily against my face as I felt his cock harden as I started to slurp on it. I tried to shut all that out and concentrated on what I was now so used to doing, chugging on dick. Simon moved forward and waved his rampant erection near my face. I switched gratefully back to his dick again, quickly skewering my mouth down the full length of his shaft and enjoying how much more full my mouth was with his dick in my mouth than with Jeff's. After a few eager bobs of my head sliding down Simon's thick pole, I felt Jeff pull my head towards him so I then did the same to him again. I alternated, one cock in my mouth and one throbbing in my hand, every inch the dirty whore, enthusiastically pleasure two men at once with my mouth and hand. I felt Kirsty's hand on my shoulder, standing behind me and watching avidly. I assume her hand was placed on me as a supportive gesture. As I knelt and sucked his dick, Simon asked her if she fancied a turn. She smiled, shook her said and said she would pass thanks all the same. I smiled inwardly (all I could do with a mouth full of dick!). He really did think he was God's gift to women. I had no right to argue with the supposition really as I was currently on my knees in front of him sucking him off greedily. I knew Kirsty just wanted to watch and as I always did in these situations, I was determined to give her the best show I could as my intense humiliation pleasure made me dizzied with lust. My young mistress; it is your right and your privilege to be able to see me being defiled by these two useless arseholes so I gladly do it, I would do anything for you. It is in these moments that I demonstrate my devotion to you Miss. I have just been in a business meeting with two guys who are very junior to me, younger than me, immature kids really and who you know I dislike intensely but because you've said you wanted this, here I am sucking each of their cocks in turn on my knees, just the beginning probably a whole night of humiliation at their hands, all for your amusement and I love it and do it willingly for you. By sucking their cocks before you, I acknowledge your right to use me for your pleasure and recognise my role is always to obey you and be your toy to please and amuse you. I suck their cocks to acknowledge your dominion over me. "Oh fuck, I think I'm gonna blow!" said Jeff desperately, snapping me out of my submissive ponderings on my Mistress Kirsty. His cock was deep in my mouth at the time. I looked up at him, his fat jowls on his face were wobbling, his greasy fringe of mousy hair caked in moisture, rivulets of sweat dripping down his forehead as he looked down at me. He had obviously discovered his confidence. He pulled his cock out my mouth forcefully, stood slightly in front of Simon to block him off slightly and tossed himself off over my face. "Uggh....ah...open your mouth...you little slut..." he said, his knees buckling as he struggled to move over me and grab his dick in time. "That's it fella, coat the bitch, give her your spunk!" Simon exclaimed, looking down in triumph at the slut on her knees, about to witness his work colleague and friend dump his sperm all over me as he held his own cock proudly. My saliva was probably starting to dry on it, knowing he had free reign to stick it wherever he wanted once his mate had plastered my face. I watched the smaller cock in front of me, entranced. I am always fascinated by seeing a cock about to spew. I could just see the first gob of spunk leave his cock slit as he blasted me straight in the right eye. I flinched in surprise and shouted out in shock trying to pull away but found Jeff's left hand clamping my head in place as I was hit by sperm again just beneath my eyes, under my nose, in my nostril and then a couple of blasts that landed in my mouth. As the assault subsided, Jeff seemed to cackle and giggle in the joy of his release and both Simon and Kirsty applauded loudly and whooped in triumph, I even heard them high five! I could feel myself blushing intently beneath the cum bath that I had just endured. There was so much spunk all over my face! "Fuck me...look at the tramp's face!" Simon taunted. I must have looked a right mess but I couldn't see. My eyes were glued with his come. I felt fingers on my face, it was Kirsty. She was scooping the globs of come off my face and into my mouth. She loved performing this role, even when it was the come of an arrogant wanker with personal hygiene issues. Satisfied that it was complete, she had me lick her fingers clean and I hesitantly opened my eyes again, my face all sticky from the come already drying on my skin. "There's a good girl," Kirsty said, stroking my hair. Simon was already zoning in on me again, still gripping his cock and moving towards me like a hunter about to claim his prey. Kirsty stepped aside to give him a clear run at me and resumed her watching brief. Still upon my knees, Simon just swaggered up to me and aimed his cock head at my mouth. I opened my mouth to let him in and he practically walked his cock into my mouth, his hands clamping either side of my head. I gagged and spluttered as his cock head nudged the back of my throat. Spluttering and coughing, through a few lusty thrusts, I then felt his hand on my arm pulling me to my feet. He pointed to his chest and nipples: "Kiss me all over I want to feel your tongue all over me. I'll try and ignore the fact you have Jeff's spunk all over your face." He grinned, glorying in his amazing sense of humour and in the total power he had over his suddenly acquired fuck toy. I went to kiss his mouth but he shied away so I stooped lower and kissed his chest, his pecs and his tight stomach and lapped my tongue across his nipples. He really did have a great bod. I guess this was him showing it off, his ego being massaged with each of my submissive licks and kisses, being made to pay homage to the masculine stud who had graciously agreed to slip me one. As I did this he took hold of my hand and wrapped it around his throbbing cock. I'm sure he heard my low moan of lust as my hand clenched around it. I started to pull his foreskin back and forward over his shaft, my desire to please him washing across me. "OK, back on your knees whore, seems to be your rightful place," he leered. I complied instantly, he grinned at my total and complete surrender. He strode over to me, my eyes transfixed on his nob swinging from side to side. I thought hopefully that he was going to plant it back in my mouth straight away but I saw the shaft slide past me like an aeroplane, his thick vein on the underside of his shaft moving over the top of my head. "Get under there business woman, suck my balls and lick my arse." I shuddered at the thought. To that point I'd never done that before. The ball sucking was straightforward, a common request of my two favourite builder's Lee and Carl. They had never had me lick their arse before though. He bent over, leaning on the couch, his arse high in the air (it was also a gorgeously tight arse!). I was behind him, his bum cheeks inches from my face, his heavy balls dangling erotically between his legs. I sucked his balls carefully, enjoying the eroticism of feeling the hairy sack against my nose and chin. He barked at me to lick his arsehole and toss him off. I bent in further my tongue running over the underside of his balls, across the bulging root of his cock and finally between his moist arse cheeks. He reached around and spread his bum for me and as I blushed with shame and indignity. I pressed my stiffened tongue against his hole. A low groan from him signified his pleasure as he let go of his arse cheeks. I dabbed my tongue into the acrid moisture of his arse, feeling him rubbing his arse mockingly into my face. He reminded me about his cock so I reached between his legs and gripped his shaft, now a pulsating rod of steel. He was obviously immensely turned on by this degradation of me. So was I. His heavy balls rested and fell weightily on my arm between his legs as I began to stroke his cock back and forward. In effect I was tossing him off over the enjoyment he felt of my tongue in his arse which I now used to try and fuck and rim his bum hole. This carried on for a minute or two before he stepped away from me leaving me there, still kneeling, slightly disorientated from the claustrophobia of having my face buried between his legs. "Stand up and strip. I wanna see those tits." He ordered. I'd almost forgotten I was still in my blouse and bra. Feeling the humiliation again of three pairs of eyes all on me I pulled my open blouse off and reached back to unclasp my bra letting it fall to the floor. Simon was obviously impressed by my full 36c breasts as they sprang into his view "Mmm, cracking tits eh Jeff?" he winked, Jeff nodded leeringly. I blushed, Kirsty smiled. She loved me being exposed and here I was in just stockings and heels again, my regular slut wear. Simon moved in towards me again, pawing my tits heavily, mashing them, pushing them left to right so they swung heavily, sorely: "I'm going to fuck your mouth you dirty whore, get back on your knees and tell me to fill your mouth. Tell me you want this dick in your mouth. Tell me you're the slag I always knew you were," I sank to my knees quickly, overcome with lust again, totally ready to beg for his come in front of everyone. More than that, I was delighted he had ordered me to say it. My pussy throbbed at my submission: "Yes Sir, please fill me face full of your hot come. I want your big fat dick filling my mouth, I want to gag on it and swallow your jizz. I am a dirty slag, please treat me as one and use me." The words shamed me deliciously, the delicious brand of humiliation I totally craved. All that was left was for him to do was as I had humbly requested. Again he didn't disappoint. He moved towards me quickly, gripping his thick, pulsating shaft. He wasted no time on this occasion. He wanted release and he wanted to use my mouth. He did. He gripped my hair either side of my head and correctly assumed I would do the work of ensuring his cock found my mouth. His cock throbbed and pulsed and I took him in. He thrust into my mouth sharply and I hung on for all I was worth. He was already close, he rammed my mouth full of his cock, I just tried to accommodate him. After only a few strokes, he pulled out, desperately shouting, "tongue!" at me. I stuck my tongue out just in time for a thick wad of come to land full-square on it, the rest making hot, sticky splashes over my mouth and chin. He continued to stroke his cock, milking every drop from it onto my face. When he had finished he told me go and show both Kirsty and Jeff the come on my tongue. I did and they inspected my tongue, the salty pool of Simon's come dripping out my mouth as both voyeurs grinned lewdly in amusement at my enthusiastic obedience. Kirsty then had me sit down, my legs wide open on the couch. She kissed me deeply, despite the come of both guys still coating my mouth and the filthy places my mouth had already been. As she kissed me her fingers ran over my stockinged legs and then rubbed my clit hard, over and over again. I was quickly rocking my hips up and down to the finger fucking she was giving me, quickly hoping for release. In my pleasure I only barely noticed both guys watching me, getting a great close up view of Kirsty finger fucking her slut, her fingers making lewd squelching noises as she spread my cunt lips. I was close, keep going, I needed to come. Kirsty as usual had a better idea. She moved her hand away. I saw her fingers glisten with my juices all over them. I groaned in frustration, I hated it when she denied my orgasm. My whole body felt sore when she did. Still having her lips next to mine she whispered to me, "get yourself off in front of us all. Show us all what a desperate whore you are." She stood up and took a step back to join the guys. All eyes were on me again. I was beyond shame. I guess I must have looked like a porno actress, my black stockinged legs wide apart, my slippery hole wide open as my audience watched in raucous amusement as my fingers rubbed hard on my clit. I used the jeers, claps and amused smiles to bring me off all the quicker. I groaned and screamed in pleasure as I came hard, my legs trying to defy gravity and buckling as my pussy burst in pleasure. Kirsty quickly sat next to me again and kissed me, her arm around my shoulder as I rested my head on her chest. She leaned over to the guys: The Kirsty Fantasies Pt. 01 "Anyone ready to fuck her? She asked, her fingers probing my soaked slit. "Dont mind if I do!" said Jeff, grabbing his cock eagerly. He needed no further encouragement. He knelt between my legs and just buried his cock inside my willing slit. Delighting in the feelings generated by my pussy around his cock, he filled me up to the hilt, rotating his hips so his cock moved around inside me. He quickly pounded me, his hands pressing down on me hard holding my legs in place to allow him an easy fuck. Kirsty continued to rub my clit softly as his cock speared in and out of me. "Go on my son," Simon joyously shouted, "Fuck her brains out, dick her good and proper." The fuck was clumsy and quick. Even though Jeff had already come less than an hour ago, he lasted no more than two minutes. I felt his greasy hands feeling inside and over my stockings. He grabbed the tops of them as I felt his wobbly belly rubbing sweat all over my thighs and tummy. I felt him squash Kirsty's hand between him and me as he pressed his cock deeply into me. He groaned loudly, his cock twitching inside me as he pumped me full of his second load. I later learnt from Kirsty that Jeff had only ever fucked one woman before. I could have guessed. I felt sorry for the lucky girl. To give Simon his due, he had good powers of recovery and stamina. As soon as Jeff had blew his load inside me, he was ready to fuck. A little of Jeff's come was just starting to trickle out of me when Simon got in the same position and without any thought of anything else, aimed his cock at my used hole. I groaned deeply as my cunt accepted him gratefully, he felt so much fuller inside me as my cunt was made to stretch wide to accommodate his girth. Kirsty withdrew and stood behind the couch to get a good view. Simon lifted my legs high and placed them over his shoulders so I was wide open for him. Jeff watched, probably saving up these images for future wanking, delighting in the sight of his masculine friend slamming his cock hard up the office boss, delighting in the sight of her legs, wrapped in black stockings, being spread lewdly over his mate's shoulders as he rutted her. He fucked me mercilessly, humping me hard, pushing his throbbing cock balls deep inside me and then pulling it almost all the way out. I still hated the arrogant bastard but I was simply loving the feeling of his cock pounding inside me, loving the feeling of his balls slap me on each of his down strokes. I wanted to take it from him forever. He was single minded and focused, he just concentrated on shagging me hard, pure and simple. Apart that is, from when I saw him staring at Kirsty as if to telepathically tell her she could be having this too if she wanted it. I was ready to do anything to get more of his big dick. For now I could feel the walls of my pussy closing over and gripping his beautiful tool not wanting to let it go. I was so close to coming again. This time I wasn't denied. I think KIrsty thought it highly amusing to see me having a hard come while Simon's dick was inside me. It would give him the further satisfaction of knowing he had made me come. He would no doubt tell all his mates how he laid the posh tart from the office and gave her the best seeing to she'd ever had. It wasn't THAT good in reality but it would be by the time he'd bragged about it. Simon's pace increased and if anything, his cock got even thicker inside me. A low growl from him and he barked at me, "Here it comes slag, I'm going to pump your cunt full. Take it...take it." I did take it and the violent twitching of his cock began as he started to spunk inside me. This set me off. The loud rutting, groaning noises filled the room as I felt my cunt explode around the shaft filling it. I don't know how but I ended up sliding off the couch onto the floor as my orgasm overtook me. Before I knew it, Simon had found my mouth again with his cock. Obviously cleaning duty was required. I dutifully scrambled to my knees, wrapped my hands over the slippery shaft and tasting myself on him, bobbed my head, lips and tongue all over him manically, mopping up any fluid I happened to find. Satisfied with this, he pulled his dick out my mouth with a plop and walked off to freshen up, leaving me a crumpled, messy heap on the floor. About half an hour later we were all dressed again. Simon in just a t-shirt and shorts, me getting re-acquainted with my skirt, blouse and underwear. Simon asked Kirsty if we would stay the night as he was keen on fucking me over some more but Kirsty declined. They all had a giggle when Kirsty told them that, "My boss has to chair a conference tomorrow." It was true, I did but I couldn't blame them for laughing I still had their come swirling around my pussy and my stomach. Kirsty did agree that the guys could fuck me whenever they had their monthly meet with me on the proviso they told no-one in the office. Whilst they agreed I felt it more likely that my reputation would be protected by the fact that none of the girls would actually believe Simon if he bragged about fucking their boss rather than having to rely on his discretion. I also knew that Kirsty had watched and had not taken part much herself in the fun so I knew I would have to attend to her pussy at length when we got home as she would be hot and fired up. I couldn't wait to get into the taxi to perform those duties. True to her word, a month later, after she had forbade me from changing my supplier, I was sitting in my usual office chair in my own office. The door was locked, the blinds were drawn. Standing next to me were Simon and Jeff. My blouse was undone, my bra had been pulled down so my tits were hanging out. My skirt was on the floor and I had no knickers on. Each of the guys had just had their cocks sucked by yours truly and were now frantically jerking their stiff cocks in front of me, trying to see who could plaster my face and tits first. It was to be the first of many of their 'special' monthly meetings with me. The Kirsty Fantasies Pt. 02 Returning from another long, tiring day at the office, I hoped Kirsty would go easy on me and act as she sometimes does; like my lover and friend rather than a bitch Domme from hell! Don't get me wrong, I loved her dominating me but after a long day of executive stress, I just prayed that I could soak in the bath and relax on the sofa with a glass of wine. Either way, I had some annual leave coming up and there was no more work for me for 5 days! I threw my keys on the hall table and threw off my coat. Before I could sink into the sofa, my mobile rang. It was Kirsty. "Evening slut. You're back late. You've kept me waiting. I'm upstairs. Come and do your duty," she said pointedly. "Yes Miss." I said obediently and perhaps a little wearily. Yes I was tired but this was my gorgeous, sexy young Mistress. It seemed I was wired and programmed to serve her, even the thought of disobeying never occurred to me anymore. I climbed up the stairs and headed straight for the bedroom. A gorgeously erotic sight greeted me. Kirsty was spread eagled on the bed. She had on just a pair of black stockings and heels. Her legs were wide open and she was staring straight at me, smiling wickedly. As the bed is at such an angle, as soon as I was in the bedroom, I could see right between her legs. Her fingers were working her clit and she was already very wet. I knew my own fingers would replace them soon. My heart already racing, I motioned to unzip my skirt to start my undress but Kirsty shook her head: "No time for that you submissive little slut. Just get your tongue in my cunt. Now!" I just loved her in this mood, enjoying her dominion over me, ignoring my feelings and needs and just ordering me to do stuff. I loved the way that I didn't even bother to mentally question direct orders from her, my body just responded to her commands as though I had thought them myself. Ordered around by a woman ten years my junior and working in my office where I was the 'big' boss and she was just a lowly PA temp. I was in heaven and I forgot all about my tiredness. I slid across the bed and got to work immediately. I felt Kirsty's body twitch as it always did when she first felt tongue on clit, like I'd just given her an electric charge. She was soaked already, I guess she'd already been playing for a while. I stiffened my tongue so it slid up her juicy cunt. I felt her hands holding my hair up as she often liked to do while I pleasured her. She liked to see my eyes as I serviced her. It was my favourite thing she had me to do her, she would make me maintain eye contact with her at all times as my tongue burrowed inside her. It was done I think, to emphasise her dominion over me. I would do this whenever and wherever she commanded, for as long as she wanted. It was my favourite thing in the world to have my tongue burrowing inside her, feeling her juices running down my tongue and lips, breathing in her heady scent. This time she looked down on me, that mixture of physical pleasure and lust and that delicious wicked smile she has as if she is taunting me at how easily she can use me. Struggling to speak coherently as my tongue increased her pleasure gradually and relentlessly, I was given further instruction: "Now Natalie, my little whore, don't you dare remove your tongue. Keep doing what you're doing but look at me as I tell you what I have arranged for you during your time off." I had no intention of removing my tongue. I'm not sure I could have if I wanted to as Kirsty had clamped her stockinged legs around me and was pushing me into her pussy almost fucking herself with my tongue. I did ensure that my eyes were locked on to hers as I peered over her stomach and she continued: "You know I booked some leave for you. I thought you could do with a change of scenery. So, tomorrow, you're going to take a weekend break in the country. I've arranged the accommodation. You're going to stay with my Auntie Susan and her husband Alan. In fact, you are their present from me, it's their Anniversary tomorrow. You will do as they tell you for three days and then return to me." I removed my tongue and immediately protested, "But Kirsty....I can't possibly...I don't even know these people...where do they live...what do you want me to do?" I looked at her pleadingly. I was desperately hoping for some down time and also some Kirsty time. At that moment I was looking for some understanding and a change of mind. Instead, Kirsty glowered and pushed me onto my back with her feet. "What the fuck are you talking for and who is Kirsty, you do not address me like that! Who is the slut here? You are. You do as I say, all the time, every time!" As she said this, she knelt on the bed, me lying prone, her face screaming into mine. She ripped open my blouse and pulled my bra down so my tits sprang out in a hurry. She almost ripped my skirt as she hoisted it over my waist. "And what the fuck is this!?" She roared at me, looking down at my legs. In the confusion of all that was going on I didn't even know what was wrong. I looked at my legs meekly and realised. Tights! I was wearing tights! I had standing orders from Kirsty to always wear stockings to work. I couldn't even collect my thoughts to remember why I had put the tights on this morning, probably because I preferred them comfort wise and I didn't expect Kirsty would notice as I would be able to change before I saw her. "Take those fucking tights off now. Take everything off, you stupid bitch. I'm going to remind you of your place. Get naked, right now, and lie on the bed!" I stood up, my face crimson in shame at being chided like a school girl. It was a very similar situation. I had been naughty, I had questioned Kirsty's orders, called her KIrsty instead of Miss and also directly disobeyed one of her standing commands. I felt a mixture of shame at my complete loss of dignity and overwhelming lust that she was being more forcefully dominant than I'd ever seen her. If she had ordered me to come right then and there I think I easily could have. I didn't want any further aberrations at the hands of my young mistress. I stood off the bed, kicked my heels off, unzipped my skirt and slid my offending tights off along with my knickers which were now unbelievably damp. My ripped blouse and bra completed my undress. I quickly lay on my back on the bed, naked. I had little time to think of what Kirsty had in store for me. She knelt next to me and planted her knees either side of my head. "You need to buck your ideas up girl." she said, my eyes now looking directly into her moist pussy which was only a few inches above my face. I thought she was going to pee on me. She'd never done so before. Did I want her to? Yes, I actually think I did. I blushed at that realisation but that wasn't what was happening. "Stick your dirty tongue out whore. I'm going to fuck it. Better do a good job or I might suffocate you. This will remind you of your place you dumb slut!" As she said this I saw her fingers opening up her pussy and my world went dark as Kirsty clamped her slit down hard over my mouth and face. I could barely breathe as my mouth and my nose were covered with Kirsty's moist hole. I had a few seconds of panic as she mercilessly forced her cunt over me and I wondered how I could breathe. Luckily she didn't really want to suffocate me and she lifted her hips once in a while just a little so I could breathe. The next few minutes I was breathing in Kirsty's pussy fumes and tasting her wetness, feeling her juice running down my chin as she squatted up and down forcefully over my tongue and mouth as she frantically rubbed her clit with her fingers. I heard her cry out in pleasure and felt a blast of hot liquid over me as she came all over my face, her hands gripping my hair in her ecstasy. She remained in place until I had cleaned her pussy dutifully, wriggling her hips so that her pussy rocked from side to side so I had to chase it with my tongue. She fed her fingers into my mouth wordlessly and I sucked each one clean in turn. Suddenly, she jumped up and left me there, naked, breathless and in a right mess, her come slick on my face, chin and chest. "Get on all fours, now!" she said. No sooner had I done so than I saw her go inside the bedside cabinet and reach for a strap on. We have three different sized dildos in the house, this was the biggest one. She wasted no time once she was strapped in, she knelt on the bed behind me and nudged my pussy open with the tip of the strap on but maddeningly, left it there until I started to try and push back on it. I wanted my hole stretched open by my younger Mistress. I was intoxicated by her domination of me and I now wanted to hear her taunt me as she fucked me hard and mercilessly. "You want this inside your slutty cunt, bitch?" "Yes Miss. Please take me, fill your slut's cunt. I need it, fill me with it...please." I sobbed and begged that statement out. It worked as Kirsty rocked her hips forward sharply and I felt the long thick shaft of the dildo open me up and impale me. She gave me a few hard strokes, she pulled my hair and spanked my arse, her hands running possessively all over my body, tugging at my breasts and nipples, her fingernails gently scratching across my flesh. My pleasure was intoxicatingly washing over me as I concentrated on being taken roughly by my Mistress. But then, as I felt I was getting close, I groaned and sobbed as she pulled the dildo completely and quickly clean out of me. Kirsty moved around the bed to look at me. She must have seen the need for release in my eyes. I wondered how she was going to finish me off. I would be disappointed: "This is your punishment slut natalie. You must learn your place better and how this whole thing works. I come when I want and you come when I want. What I want now is for you to get dressed and make my tea. The next time you come, it will be at the permission of my Auntie, on your trip to the country. Is that clear?" Hopelessly turned on, in a mental mush, I closed my eyes in frustration. "Yes Miss." I almost groaned. Just for good measure, Kirsty grabbed my head and fed the soaking strap on into my mouth. I could taste my cunt all over it as she slid it in and out my mouth. I desperately wanted it back inside me and to come but as I finished cleaning it, Kirsty withdrew it and pointed downstairs where I was to prepare dinner. Day 1 -- Friday The day after my punishment, I was just finishing what had been a three and a half hour drive. Kirsty had programmed my sat nav. I had been told that Kirsty had agreed with her Auntie the rules of my service and that Susan would explain them to me on her arrival. Kirsty reminded me I was serving her whilst in her Auntie's house and that it was important to her that I showed Susan and Alan what a submissive slut I was. As scared and knotted as my stomach felt as I pulled into the gravel path drive in the house, I was determined to do Kirsty proud, comforted by the fact that so far from home no one would ever know whatever humiliations would befall me during the two days. I rang the bell nervously. My weekend bag draped over my arm. I had no idea what I was going to say, what I was really doing there or how these people would treat me. From what Kirsty has said I could guess how I would be treated and that thought gave me my usual mixed sense of dizzy excitement and gut wrenching fear. A nervous wait followed until the door opened and then Susan appeared, smilingly warmly. She was a beautiful woman, mid 40s, very buxom, about 5' 6". She was wearing a mock country, floral dress, quite low cut, her massive breasts threatening to fall out. The dress being a long one, I could just see she had dark slip-on shoes on over tan coloured tights. Her brown eyes sparkled as she took me in. Her hair was obviously dyed but was a deep walnut colour, slightly longer than shoulder length as I watched her tuck her fringe behind her ears to see me better. I thought her face was lovely and warm, lit up by her deep brown eyes and her stylish make-up. "You must be Natalie?" she said, with a lovely, warm reassuring soft lilt to her voice, her eyes exuding warmth and kindness. "Yes, I am. You must be Susan." I said, trying to be calm but my voice croaking a little with nerves. "Yes, Susan it is...for now anyway." she said, a glint in her eye as she took my bag, hooked her arm round my back and shepherded me in to the house. I was shown into the front room and encouraged to take a seat on the plush leather sofa. The whole house was similar to mine, neat, clean, tidy and plush, looking like an advert from an 'Ideal Homes' magazine, country classics edition. Susan fetched me a drink and sat on the sofa opposite me. I noticed her looking me over carefully and studiously before she spoke: "So, Natalie," she began, seemingly struggling to know where to begin, "Kirsty, my niece, tells me that you have.....er.....a certain type of relationship together. Which means that...ahem.....she instructs you in what to do and you have to do it. Is that correct?" She obviously already knew the answer to all this and more but for whatever reason, was determined to hear it from me and I guess we had to move socially from the politeness of strangers to a place where I voluntarily gave myself up to her control. "Yes Susan, that is correct. Kirsty is my mistress and I do what she tells me at all times." Susan nodded keenly and smiled, satisfied with my response, seemingly relieved to have started the conversation somewhere. Not surprisingly, she had never taken delivery of an obedient slut before! "Good, that is good," she said enthusiastically, her confidence quickly growing. "Kirsty will have told you why you are here then. You are here as her anniversary gift to me and Alan. Essentially, you will be our whore for the whole weekend and do whatever we demand...?" The inflexion in her comment almost turned into a question. She looked deeply into my eyes for a response, perhaps checking that this wasn't all some kind of early April Fool's joke. "Yes Susan. If that is what Kirsty wants then it is also what I will do. I am yours for the weekend." I took a deep breath as I said this. I guess it was my first mini submission to Susan. It would be the first of many over the next three days. "Such a pretty woman and I believe, a successful one too. I can't begin to imagine why you willingly put yourself in these situations," Susan said, a thoughtful, puzzled expression on her face, "but in this position you are. It is lucky for us. Especially Alan, he'll delight in fucking you." Susan paused, we both knew the use of that word seemed out of context with the polite conversation we had shared thus far and I guess, Susan did it for that effect. As I didn't flinch or show any signs of objecting, she continued: "Kirsty and I have agreed the rules. From 8pm tonight (Friday) until midnight on Sunday, you belong to Alan and I. You will address us as Sir and Miss respectively during this time. There are no restrictions on our use of you other than we are not to cause you deliberate pain. We will use you sexually and domestically and you will obey all our requests without question. We will address you however we wish, probably as 'slut'. You will sleep here every night including Sunday and return to Kirsty on Monday. Is that all clear to you?" My breathing was ragged and I was acutely turned on by Susan's brief description, delivered as it was in such a matter of fact domineering manner. I loved how her initial nerves had given way quickly to the authority of the dominant and I was already ready to serve there and then if so required. "Yes Miss. That is all perfectly...clear." I said, my enthusiastic and breathless language betraying my arousal as my head was already swimming in lust. "Wonderful Nat. Only, it's not Miss yet, Susan is quite acceptable until 8. It's only 6. You have two hours yet before we use you without mercy." She smiled widely at this. It was delivered with warmth and humour so I laughed along with it although it did make me wonder what they had in store for me and was said in such a way that although designed to break the sexual tension, was also probably true. We spent the next couple of hours drinking and chatting and Susan made me a nice meal. During our chat I learned that Susan and Alan had been married for 20 years and were former guest house owners. They had sold their business just in the nick of time a few years ago before the recession and Alan had since found a new job doing some business consultancy work. While Susan didn't work, she did a little charity work to keep her hand in. Financially they were very well off. The mortgage was paid off on the house and Alan was only working to further secure their future. Susan explained to me how I had come to be there. It had always been a fantasy of hers to see Alan with another woman and she had always been the dominant type, she just hadn't had the opportunity to enact her desires. She considered herself straight normally but, providing she was in control, could see herself enjoying another woman. That woman was obviously going to be me. She couldn't actually recall how Kirsty and she had got talking about all this, other than something about a drunken house party and when Kirsty had rang her last week and told her about her 'gift', she was thrilled and nervous all at the same time. I smiled; exactly how I felt, I thought to myself! Something that made me cringe next, Alan didn't yet know about me! All he knew was that a 'girlfriend' of Kirsty's was staying over for a couple of days. This wasn't all that unusual as they had such a big house and a wide circle of friends who often stayed to enjoy the country. I blushed at the realisation he didn't yet know, I knew it meant that I would be humiliated somehow into revealing my submissiveness to him at the time of Susan's choosing. We enjoyed some tea and a drink as we chatted. I noticed the clock above me nervously. It was already 8pm. Almost as if a starting pistol had gone off, Susan swung into action. "Right, slut, you're mine now! Follow me upstairs..." She held out her hand for me as the clock chimed quietly. I grabbed it and was led upstairs to her bedroom. "Clothes off please. All of them. Now!" Susan commanded. I obeyed immediately. The strength of her commands already sending shivers down my spine. I saw her inspecting me closely as my garments came off but for now, she observed only. "Alan is a typical man. He likes girls to wear slutty clothes. Put these on..." As I stood there naked, she handed me a pair of black, seamed stockings and shoes. Kirsty had obviously passed my measurements on to her! The only other thing I was given was a bathrobe which she allowed me to wrap around myself. Susan also changed into a similar 'outfit'. Black stockings and heels, but for her, she put her dress back on over them. She led me back downstairs. A few minutes later, my heart fluttered in anxiety as I heard the front door open. Susan looked at me and smiled. A nervous smile that indicated that although in full control of me, she didn't quite know where the situation would lead herself. This was now her anniversary present to him but thus far, they had only ever fantasised about another woman. I don't think she really knew how he would react. She needn't have worried, he was a man being offered sex on a plate, forbidden fruit being made available, of course he would accept. Alan appeared at the front door. He was a well-built guy, quite muscular, probably just over 6 foot tall and had short, black hair, slightly greying at the sides. He had sharp blue eyes and had a nice rugged look, not clean shaven but not unkempt either, a nice designer stubble effect across a face that had that 'cheeky chappy' look I always liked in men. In the right light, a little resemblance to George Clooney, but not quite as attractive! The Kirsty Fantasies Pt. 02 He looked at me and smiled politely. I considered that from my bathrobe he would assume I had just been in the bath although he wouldn't think that if he saw my heels and got a view of my stockings below the hem of my robe. He didn't seem to notice though and walked over to Susan and gave her a kiss. It was a strange feeling for me, looking at a man who I then knew would get to fuck me as often as he wanted over the next two days, just that he never knew it himself yet. "Alan, this is Natalie..." She said, Kirsty's friend. Alan smiled again and said hello. "Although I haven't quite told you everything..." She continued cryptically. Alan looked puzzled, his eyebrows raised, his head shaking as if to make clear he didn't follow. "Natalie stand up and come here!" Susan commanded. I did so immediately and I saw Alan's amazed expression as I complied immediately in obedience. Susan beckoned me over until I was directly in front of him. Susan walked behind me and I felt my face redden as she swiftly removed my dressing gown to fully expose my body to the now astonished Alan. "Happy Anniversary honey! I got you a slut!" Susan said triumphantly as I saw Alan's gaze pore all over my exposed tits and down to my hairless cunt, damp from the realisation that he would be getting very well acquainted with it quite soon. I could feel my face reddening already, being so suddenly an openly exposed to this man. "What is this...What's this all about.....Have you hired a hooker?" stammered Alan, not quite believing he was already been treated to the free view of a naked woman in his house, with his wife freely consenting to the viewing. "I just told you. I got you your very own slut for the weekend, our slut in fact. You know how we've always talked about me watching you fuck another woman and join in and how I would love to dominate her. Well, this is she. She is Kirsty's slut and she has given her to us for the weekend. She is very well trained and obedient (making me sound like a pet dog!) I give you full permission to fuck her. Fuck her wherever, however and whenever you want this weekend. She will suck your dick, take it in her arse or her pussy. Isn't that right, slut?" she spoke rapidly and excitedly, her eyes now wide in excited lust, her face glowing in lust. "Yes Miss....I will do whatever you both want. I am as you have said Miss, a slut, Kirsty's slut and as she has commanded, I will do whatever you tell me to do." I loved these statements of submission that dominants make me say every so often. I loved how they both stared at me intently as I openly surrendered my body to them for their use. "Good girl. Now get on your knees. Hubby would like to get his cock down your throat I think!" Alan was still confused and trying to come to terms with all of this. Susan knew she had to show him this was all OK and not some sort of fidelity test. She took total control and unbuckled his pants and pulled his boxers down quickly. A gorgeously thick cock sprang out eagerly. Susan kicked his clothes across the floor and knelt down in front of him, taking his cock keenly in her mouth. She sucked his cock briefly before standing back up, stroking his shaft with her hand. "Now slut, get this cock in your mouth. Hubby has always wanted a deep throat blow job but I can never quite manage it. I'm sure you can!" As she said this, she pushed me forward on my knees until his cock was right next to my lips. I heard Susan gasp as she saw me open my mouth wide to take him in. "Mmm, that's it, you dirty whore. I can't believe this, sucking my husband's cock in front of me. On your knees with Alan's big dick in your mouth only five minutes after you've met him. He's going to have his cock in every hole you've got before Monday...I can see you love that cock, isn't it lovely and big.....mmm....look how it fills your whore mouth" As she said this, I felt Alan begin to thrust into my mouth. I relaxed my throat ready for the invasion. Susan was determined to participate. She pushed the back of my head onto his dick and other times, pushed his bum forward so he could slide into me. I concentrated fully now on taking his dick in my mouth. His thrusts were now making the head of his cock slide down my throat. I coughed and spluttered against the thrusts, spit dribbling down my chin as Susan ensured my mouth was well fucked. She moved from me to him, kissing him, feeling my tits, pinching my nipples and occasionally, squeezing his balls or tracing her nails across the shaft of his cock as it slid in and out my mouth. As this continued, I felt Alan tensing up, he was close. Susan knew it too. She stood up behind me and for some reason, pulled my arms behind my back and encouraged her hubby to ram his cock deep in my mouth with me in a totally submissive position. I felt Alan grip my head, his fingers gripping my fringe as, with one last thrust, he exploded in my mouth. His come rocketed against the back of my throat and I struggled to keep my mouth wrapped tightly around his shaft as he pumped my mouth full of come. As he subsided, he slid his cock in and out of my messy mouth to pump me with the last few drops as I spluttered with the gooey mess he had just planted in my mouth. "Swallow all of that come, you dirty slut!" I heard Susan shout from behind me. I gulped it down. "..and clean him up. Lick that shaft dry and suck his balls!" She was enjoying this intensely now, controlling my actions easily. I complied as usual, my greedy tongue lapping the visible globs of spunk off his shaft and popping the head of his cock back in my mouth sucking the remaining cum from his cock slit. Satisfied his cock was clean, Alan obligingly lifted his thick cock up towards him so I had a full view of his balls. He lurched forward and rested his heavy balls on my chin, allowing me to run my tongue all over them, massaging them after they had just unloaded in my mouth. I was dragged to my feet suddenly by Susan. Alan sat down, still in shock at just being sucked off by a woman he never knew in front of his wife of over 20 years. Susan grabbed me and pounced on me, her tongue springing into my mouth and exploring my own tongue and mouth. I heard her whimper in lust as she tasted Alan's come in my mouth and we kissed for ages while Alan watched intently. I felt Susan's hands run all over my body, mashing my breasts, running her fingers over my nipples as I felt her breathing quicken. She pushed me roughly onto the couch. I was surprised by her force as she pushed quite forcibly. I saw her practically rip her dress off to reveal her stockings and heels, almost in uniform with me. She said nothing but, with me sitting on the sofa, she opened my legs wide. Looking squarely into my eyes, she watched me gasp as she stuck her fingers up my cunt. I was totally wet and slippery and her hands met no resistance. She kissed me and continued to finger me. I saw Alan move in front of us to watch. Even between my feelings of excitement and ecstasy I blushed a little at the thought of the view he was getting. He could I'm sure see straight up my hot cunt as his wife's fingers shot in and out of it. I was bucking my hips violently and it was all too much. I screamed loudly and came over Susan's fingers, my hips thrashing wildly, my juices running down my legs. Susan was delighted. She looked down at her sopping fingers almost in amazement. She presented them to my mouth and I eagerly sucked my own juices off. She dipped them erotically in my mouth until I had cleaned them. "My turn now!" she said, "You're going to eat my cunt while my hubby watches. It should get him nice and hard again. I want to watch him slam your dirty cunt later!" As she said this, she swapped places with me on the couch and opened her legs wide in front of me, her fingers swiftly finding her slit and opening it up whilst she played with her clit. "Come on you dirty whore, get your tongue inside me, and do it now!" she said, revelling in my obedience. I leant in, breathing in her musky scent and the smells of her excitement. I prodded my tongue against her hole and immediately tasted just how wet she was. As soon as I made contact with her clit, I felt her legs jolt in excitement and she groaned out loud. She clamped her fingers to my hair and started thrusting her pussy up and down in my face. As she did, she encouraged her husband to join in, "Come on honey, join in, you can do whatever you want to her, I want to see you own her arse!" She said, her breathing becoming ragged as she was close to her first ever female induced orgasm. I felt Alan behind me, his hands probing my pussy and my arse. He leant forward and grabbed my tits, his hands roaming all over my body. Susan smiled, content that Alan was starting to loosen up and that they were both now happily using me. As I started to feel Alan maul me, I felt Susan clamp her thighs heavily against my head and she screamed out as an orgasm ripped through her body, her pussy rippling and throbbing against my tongue. We all stayed in place for a few minutes, presumably to allow her to come back to her senses before I was roughly hauled to my feet from behind. "On the table slut!" Alan ordered, clearly now understanding better the rules of this new game. I clambered on it shakily, my back feeling cold against the surface of the wooden table. As soon as I did, he spread my legs wide and nudged the head of his cock against my wet slit. I shuddered, anticipating my cunt getting filled. Instead, he toyed with me a little, the head of his cock probing my entrance, the shaft sliding across, but not inside, my pussy. "Come of honey, fuck her! Slam her dirty cunt!" screamed Susan, now recovered from her orgasm. As she said it, it was my turn to scream as he did just that, launching his dick straight up me to the hilt. He grabbed my legs and pulled me into him as I started to enjoy the feeling of his shaft splitting my pussy in two. As I'd become a slut over the last few weeks and months I had grown to love this feeling of being pounded by a cock deep inside me. If I thought about it rationally I could get worried that I was descending deeper into becoming a real whore; in the phraseology of porn, a dirty cock slut. However, as he split my dirty cunt in two on the table, my stockinged legs draping lewdly over his shoulders, I just took every inch and loved every minute. All my feeling of submission washed over me, I wanted to be a complete tramp and whore for these two and I knew I would be. Alan was now fired up and ready to take me hard. Susan stood next to us on the table and watched his cock disappearing up my slick slit, his thrusts making my tits jolt and flow up and down lewdly. "Oh god yes, look at the tramp taking your big cock, You're really giving it to her. She really is a dirty fucking slut!" said Susan, delighted and aroused at seeing Alan taking complete control of my cunt. "Tell Alan how much you're enjoying his cock slut," commanded Susan. I could hardly breathe as I was being pounded but my pleasure was always heightened by having to verbally confirm my sluttishness to dominants; "Mmmm. Oh yes, Miss. I love your husband's big cock hammering my slutty cunt, please fuck me as hard as you want, I am here to take it from you whenever you want. I love being so easy for you. Fuck me." This confirmed submission tipped Alan over the edge and I felt his urgency increase as he thrust balls deep up inside me. He pulled his cock out suddenly, my legs falling horizontally over his hips. Susan quickly leaned over and grabbed his cock, wanked it once or twice and they both groaned and cried out as several hot jets of come were fired over my tits and belly. They both kissed erotically and passionately as I lay there, used and deliciously taken again. Alan walked around to me and gripped his now wilting shaft. He slid it across my lips so I could feel his salty come coat them. He pressed his cock into my mouth firmly and, still holding it, shook it from side to side, feeling my tongue cleaning him up before he pulled it out and walked over to pick his clothes up and shower. Susan hadn't yet finished with me, she spent the next few minutes scraping the globs of come off my body with her fingers and feeding them to me, smiling as she inspected each clean finger emerging from my mouth each time. "Very good start slut. Now get yourself cleaned up and come back downstairs. Friday nights are our TV nights so you're going to serve us drinks and snacks whilst we relax." She said this matter of factly and disappeared to freshen up herself. True to her word, I served them all night, still dressed only in my stockings, she had me waitress for them and clean and tidy the house. A real subservient whore, I loved it! Day 2 -- Saturday Morning I was woken up the next morning by the alarm clock. Susan must have set it. I noticed a note on the bedside cabinet as soon as I came to my senses. It directed me to my outfit. It was skimpy and lacy and was a novelty French maid's outfit. The black stockings were real, there wasn't much else, the outfit barely covered my vitals, the skirt was so short I knew it only covered my bum if I was stood straight and didn't move. I quickly jumped in the shower, lathering myself in soap, trying to wash away some of the soreness from last night. I thought to myself that there was little point as I knew (and let's be honest hoped) I would be thoroughly used in my first full day at the cottage. I felt my pussy stir at the thought. The warm water made me horny and I started to rub my clit a little thinking about the possibilities of what could happen to me. Just as I was starting to enjoy myself, my fingers on my clit, I was rudely interrupted. Susan had burst the shower door open and grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the cubicle. As I took a forced step out, she brought the palm of her hand crashing down on my arse, spanking me hard. "We know you're a dirty slut but you do not do that with my pussy! It belongs to me, you belong to me, whore. Dry yourself off quickly. Luckily I have your punishment lined up already." Saying this, she observed me drying myself, her arms crossed, looking indignant as I dried myself thoroughly, my arse still stinging from what was a sharp and forceful slap. "You don't need your full outfit just yet whore, just put those stockings on and follow me." I quickly did as instructed, noticing the stockings were particularly slutty, black hold ups with a slutty black seam up the back. I was just trying to look in the mirror to make sure they were on correctly and immediately noticed my reddened arse cheek. Again, Susan was impatient and grabbed my arm, leading me out and downstairs. My face soon became as red as my arse as I was led into the kitchen. There was a man there. He was overweight, a jolly and chubby face beneath a side part of hair that was almost entirely grey. I took him to be about 50 years old and he had on a grubby white overall type coat. As soon as he clapped his eyes on me, clad in nothing but stockings, he stood up, eyes on stalks, mouth open in amazement. "Here we go Mike, a slut as promised. I will pay you in kind this month if that's ok. My slut's mouth should be able to cover it?" she laughed at her suggestion, looking at Mike's reaction. "Jesus Suzy, you're serious? I thought you were joking! You only owe £20! Are you sure!?" He looked almost pleadingly at her, as if to ask, 'please tell me this is for real." as I stood there I tried to cover my tits with my arms but Susan kept pulling my hands back. I felt this guy's eyes all over my breasts, between my legs, leering at my stockings and my exposed pussy. Susan dragged me towards the kitchen table, spun me around and pushed me over the table so my arse was sticking up In front of the milkman. "My slut sucked Alan's cock last night, then she pleasured me before Alan took full advantage of her whore pussy. She loved every minute. Can you believe that when I just went upstairs, I caught her playing with herself. As you can see, I had to punish her." I couldn't see what was happening but I then felt Mike's hand on my red cheek. He commented that it was still warm. I blushed deeply again as Sue laughed and asked him to make the other cheek the same colour. He did immediately, his heavy hand slamming into my tender arse. I cried out, Susan and Mike giggled. Mike took the opportunity to wriggle his fingers between my legs and even dipped his middle finger into my cunt. I think I heard him put his finger to his mouth and taste it. I was ashamed that as usual, I was dripping and his finger had gone in so easily knuckle-deep. "Well it's unusual but I guess I will accept your offer Suzy. This whore's mouth probably isn't worth twenty quid but I'll help you. Times are hard and so am I!" As he said this, Susan pulled me around and pushed me onto the floor. "Oh I don't know Mike, Alan said she is a very talented cocksucker. Let's face it, she's had plenty of experience." she said, as she ran her fingers through my hair, "Time to pay my milk bill you cheap whore!" she said looking down at me, amused by the situation and delighting in my shame and being whored out to a stranger (to me) for a pitiful twenty pounds. Mike didn't stand on ceremony now. He unclipped his big pants so they tumbled heavily to the ground, the belt buckle and keys jangling loudly as his trousers hit the floor. He didn't pull his boxers down but fished his cock out. It wasn't particularly impressive. Moderate length and girth but it was hard, and it was being waved in my face betwixt the slit of greying and unclean boxer shorts. I was fully accustomed to being obliging now and as soon as Mike had grabbed his cock and waved it in my face, I opened my mouth and started to pay off Susan's milk bill. Susan looked down as he thrust his hips and slid his shaft in. She smiled, satisfied that I was being suitably used. As I continued to suck I recall being totally turned on by the way they then acted. Casually! As I bobbed my whore mouth over his cock, in just a pair of black stockings, on my knees in a kitchen, the noises of my slurps and gags filling the room, Susan and Mike chatted as if this was perfectly normal. Susan moved across the kitchen and made a cup of tea as I choked on cock: "So, how's business Mike." "Difficult Suzy, I'm not sure how long I can stay in business if it doesn't pick up soon." "Yeah times are hard these days, glad I got out when I did. Cuppa Mike?" "Yes please Suzy, that would be lovely." As they inadvertently humiliated me by not even concentrating on what I was doing, I felt that familiar increased urgency and anticipated release from Mike's cock. He looked down at me and pulled his cock out my mouth: "Time for your slut to take my delivery Suzy!" "Oh goody!" she said, clapping her hands theatrically and moving back over to us to watch. Mike gripped his cock and wanked it over me. Just as Susan arrived on the scene, a hot jet of come slammed into my face just between my eyes, the next one over my nose. There wasn't lots of it for once. As soon as he finished he pushed the cock head between my lips and I took it in again, tasting his slightly unpleasant come that now covered his dick. He allowed me a few seconds to clean his cock before pulling out, putting it back in his boxers and pulling his trousers back up again. Zipping back up, he took a seat at the dining table and waited for his tea. "Finish the tea for me whore. Two sugars for mike, none for me. When you're done, get back in that shower again, no playing this time! And dress as you've been instructed and wait in the front room." "Yes Miss." I said quietly, Mike's come dripping off my nose. Mike chuckled as he saw me collect a drop of come and feed it into my mouth. I thought I may be punished if I had let it drip onto the floor. The Kirsty Fantasies Pt. 02 I got up and went upstairs and dressed in my skimpy maid's outfit. I took my time as I didn't want to bump into Mike again and sure enough, when I returned, he had gone, milk bill paid. Susan looked at me on arrival and smiled contentedly. She walked around me two or three times to inspect me, pulling the hem of the skirt, probably to confirm it covered hardly anything. My fears about the outfit were confirmed. I had only black seamed stockings, stilettos, an all-in-one black maid's 'dress' if that's what it could be called. The skirt went nowhere near covering my stocking tops and hardly covered my bare arse. Basically, I looked every inch the slut. Strangely my next orders from Susan were to go back upstairs and remove all my clothes and put on just a dressing gown. Apparently the maid's outfit was for later and she just wanted to check it 'fitted'. It didn't but I guess she considered it did for her own purposes. Again, I did as I was ordered and came back downstairs, grateful to be covered up in my favourite satin robe. It was knee length and still a bit 'sexy' but at least everything was covered. "She's ready for you now Alfred. Are you ready?" I heard Susan say. She was on her mobile and although I couldn't hear 'Alfred', his answer, whatever it was, made her laugh. "I will send her over in half an hour. Have her back to me before 4." Susan then noticed me there, a questioning look on my face. She ordered me to fix us both some breakfast which I was grateful for as I'd not been allowed to eat after my tea the day before, unless you count the helpings of sperm I had been treated to. As we ate, Susan told me that Alfred was the guy next door. He was widowed, in his 60s and that I was going to be loaned to him for the next few hours. After I had finished breakfast and cleaned up, Susan took me next door. The houses were large but Alfred's house backed onto hers at an angle and there was a way into it from her back garden. As we got to the house, she rang the doorbell as I stood next to her nervously. Alfred opened the door. I immediately liked him. His face had a lot of kind warmth in it. He was about 5' 10, his face was quite wrinkled, looking every bit his age, which I think was about 67 or 68. His eyes though were ice cold, deep set blue and still had a youthful sparkle. For a man of his age he had a surprising flourish of hair; a large unruly mop of white and greying hair and an old fashioned looking moustache of the same colour. Overall, I could see in the past that he must have been a handsome and dashing man. He urged us into the house but Susan reminded him she wasn't visiting but that he was taking delivery of his goodies for the day. One was a basket she had brought which I later learnt was his dinner that she always made him, the other was me! He said his polite thanks to Susan and she winked back at him saucily. Alfred ushered me in and showed me to the main room. He was very courteous, he offered me a drink, which I declined and then asked me to take a seat. He looked at me and I could see he was somewhat embarrassed. He was, I'm sure, both polite and courteous to women normally so I assumed he didn't quite know how to claim me as his prize. I felt I had to help him. "Would you like me to remove my gown, Sir?" I said, smiling a little shyly at him. His eyes lit up. "Yes my dear, why that would be a delight, thank you." I stood up and walked the short distance to him and slowly undid the tie on my gown, allowing it to fall away from me. I watched Alfred intently as I did this, I was enjoying myself despite my nerves as I could see how much pleasure he was getting from this and how much more he would soon get. I slid my gown right off and let it fall to the floor. Alfred's face was a picture, his eyes lit up, scanning my whole body, looking intently at my heavy breasts and my face to read my expression. He was happy with what he saw, I was smiling. "No hair, my word!" he said appreciatively. I wasn't sure what he meant at first until I realised he was looking at my shaved pussy. I smiled again, this time accompanied by a warm blush of embarrassment. "Would you like a closer look at it?" I said, feeling as though that, unusually for me, I had to take the initiative. "Yes indeed my dear, yes indeed!" he said enthusiastically. I looked around the room, there was a small-ish sitting chair in the corner. I went and fetched it and sat down, immediately spreading my legs widely for Alfred, letting him see my pussy in all its glory as I opened my legs slowly for his viewing pleasure. Alfred looked hungrily at it and then back to me. A troubled look crossed his face. "Natalie my dear, are you sure this is all OK. I mean, what does a gorgeous young girl like you want with an old crusty like me? You're not being made to do this at all, you do this because you want to yes?" It was lovely and gentlemanly of him to ask and I assured him immediately. "Oh yes Alfred, I have the lifestyle I choose and if I didn't want to be here right now, naked in front of you, I wouldn't be, I can leave any time I want of my own free will. Please relax and tell me what you would like me to do, it would be a pleasure for me to do whatever you want." He smiled warmly, reassured that he had free reign. He moved closer to me and seemed to study my body intently as his hands began roaming over me. He lifted my breasts gently in his hands playfully feeling their weight appreciatively before his hands went down my arms and tummy and to my waist. He slid his fingers vertically between my legs and I felt him slowly pause over my clit and pussy entrance. It felt very much as though he was re-familiarising himself with the female body and enjoying the feel of me and he murmured appreciately as he felt the softness of my skin against his. "My word! So wet, you are enjoying this my dear! That's good to know!" We smiled at each other, I was nearly always wet these days, always ready like a good slut should be. Alfred spent a good few minutes exploring me, his fingers now sliding deep inside me as my own excitement began to build. He looked at me again. "Now Natalie, it's been some years since my dear Frances passed and a few before that since I did anything like this. One thing that I've actually never experienced is, well to be blunt, a blow job. Would you mind my dear?" He looked expectantly at me. I don't think he still believed I was there to do his bidding and his nervous look indicated that he still believed he had gone too far in asking so boldly. I didn't answer, I just smiled and sat next to him on the couch. I pulled his belt off and pulled his pants down. Perhaps an ageist thought, but my biggest fear right then was that he wouldn't be erect. I needn't have worried. He was already very firm and I pulled his cock into my hand and started to stroke it. He had a nice looking cock, not big in length but the head of his cock was very bulbous and the shaft thick. I rested my head on his stomach and set to work. I licked his shaft slowly up and down, before taking the head in my mouth greedily. I held it there for a while, my tongue lapping and swirling over him before slowly and deliberately sliding my mouth down his pole until he was down my throat. I felt his hands in my hair and gliding over my face, head and neck and once in a while he would stretch and grab a firm hold of my tits which he seemed to enjoy playing with. I kept this going for a long time, this was no 'Johnny come quickly', he made me work for my reward and I had to use all my skills to bring him to that point of no return. Besides, I was very eager to give this lovely man a wonderful blow job so I didn't rush, I worked my tongue and mouth slowly and deliberately over his cock to give him as much pleasure as I could. He signalled I was about to achieve my goal by warning me. "Oh Natalie my dear, I'm almost there, I'm almost there...quickly...!" he moaned. I think he said this so I could take his cock from my mouth so I guess I must have surprised him by giving him one last thrust into my throat before I felt his hands clench and I felt the warm, sticky reward of his come hitting the back of my throat. I kept my head still as he unloaded, there seemed to be buckets of it. I swallowed the lot and did my usual clean up before popping his cock out and leaning back up to look at Alf. He was sitting there with a look of dazed pleasure on his face and thanking me repeatedly. He pulled his trousers back up once his senses had returned and asked me to sit on the couch in his place. As I did so, he moved in towards me and, kneeling on the floor between my legs, he began to finger my pussy again. I lay back and began to enjoy the touch of his rather rough and calloused hands. Without hearing him move, I gasped loudly as I felt his tongue lap at my pussy and clit. His touch was slow but skilled and persistent and within minutes I was squirming under the skilled tongue of an old man. As my orgasm came close he took his tongue away and started fucking me with three fingers. I exploded on his fingers, my pussy throbbing and dripping out my juice. "Oh, I'm so glad I was able to oblige you my dear!" he said, looking down between my legs as my juices trickled out. He allowed me to recover and asked me to join him for a cup of tea after I had put my gown back on. For the next hour or two we had a perfectly civilised time. Alfred asked me about my career, my home and interests and he told me his. I made his dinner and tidied his house a little as I went along, playing the part of maid eagerly, bringing to mind my slutty outfit that I was to wear later. As time drew on, Alfred began to look thoughtful again, like something was troubling him. "Natalie, my dear, you have to leave me in a short while. I'm an old man and I expect this will be my last chance to sample female delights. In truth, I thought my last chance had gone long ago and I'm amazed to have been so fortunate as to spend this time with such a gorgeous young girl as you. Would you mind obliging me once more?" I smiled and said of course, thinking he wanted another blow job. At his age, I admired his stamina as I wasn't expecting my services to be required again. I moved towards him and knelt between his legs but Alf stood up instead. "Not that again my dear. I was wondering, well, it's been so long since I had sex and I've never in my life taken a girl up the er... back passage. Do you think...I...er...?" Realising what he wanted, I obliged again. I took his hand and led him to the bedroom that I had noticed earlier during my tidy up. A few minutes later, I had gotten Alfred hard and thinking to make it easy for him (as a slut should!)I lay flat on the bed and pulled my legs towards my chest so my pussy and arse were both on display. "Here you go Sir. Can I suggest you take my pussy first and when you're ready, slip it up my bum?" "Oh thank you my dear." Alfred said and within a few seconds I felt his cock enter my willing cunt. He wasn't rock hard, but hard enough to enter me and I could feel his cock stiffen within a few strokes. He played with my feet and stroked my legs as he got into rhythm and penetrated me. From my angle, I could see each thrust as I revelled in seeing and feeling this pensioner's hard dick slide in and out of my cunt. A few minutes in, he pulled out. He asked me to wait in position and went to the bathroom, returning with a tube of cream. "Don't want this to hurt my dear!" he said as he quickly spread cream over his cock and then, fingered my bum hole, spreading the cream inside my hole. For someone who had never done this before, he was deliberate and patient, overly so as again, his main concern was not to hurt me. I was no stranger to anal sex by then and I knew I could take him relatively comfortably. "I'm ready now Sir. Come on, take my arse. Let me feel you inside me, please." Alfred smiled keenly at this and put the cream to one side. I saw him look down and aim his cock down to my arse, his face a picture of concentration. After a little struggle, he found his target and I gasped as I felt the head of his cock begin to open my arse up. He was perfectly gentlemanly as he entered slowly and deliberately and I loved the feeling as I felt him all the way in. As he enjoyed the sensation of his cock buried up my arse hole, he held both my legs in position gently. He shouted out once or twice and was loving the feeling of buggering my tight little hole. He built up a slow and steady rhythm and I lay back in pleasure as he buggered me slowly and calmly. "Oh my dear! Would it be ok if I unloaded in your bottom? I feel I am quite close." Through my pleasure and pain, I had to refrain from laughing at such a polite request to the arse fucking. I whispered breathlessly that it was fine and before I knew it, I felt Alfred rock back and then plunge hard into my arse before pumping me full of his sperm again. My arse enjoying the gorgeous sensation of feeling every twitch of the thick pole inside it as he unloaded into my belly. He subsided into me, spent. We lay there for a few minutes before getting up and getting dressed. Alfred kissed me goodbye sometime later. I hoped it was not my last time with him, I so enjoyed being able to pleasure such a delightfully nice man. I returned to Susan, telling her everything. She was delighted at what we had done, even more so when I told her how much I had enjoyed his charming company. She was so delighted, she hugged and kissed me, tenderly. "For being such a good girl, I'm going to allow you a rest now until this evening. You will need all of your energy for tonight. We have guests and lots of them. Perhaps you would like a bath and then you can come down and watch TV and relax?" I took her up on the offer, relaxing in the bath and soaking away the rigours of being used by two men already that day, my mind already wondering what Susan meant by me needing my energy for later... The Kirsty Fantasies Pt. 03 This is a continuation of my slutty weekend serving Susan and Alan and follows on directly from "The Kirsty Fantasies Part 2" although it can of course be read in isolation if you wish. Day 2 -- Saturday Evening "Now this will be a night you're never going to forget my slut." Susan said to me, observing me putting my rather negligent maid's outfit on again, fixing my stockings to ensure the seam was straight and presentable. "As you know, Alan has been out all day. Saturday's nights are his poker nights. He has his friends around and he's gone to collect some of them after work. They will be here in about an hour. There's usually about six guys and guess what..." I knew where this was heading. I was about to fulfil a fantasy. I'd had my two builder guys take me both at once, numerous times now but I already knew exactly what Susan had in mind. I was going to be gangbanged. I felt breathless and heady already from the day's events. Despite my previous slut-dom with Kirsty previously, I had never before serviced total strangers before I had come to the cottage. Two guys this morning and now apparently, numerous more tonight. The thought made my knees go weak in fear tinged lust She continued, "As the resident house maid and slut, you will provide a range of services to all of our guests. This will include fetching drinks and snacks, taking their jackets at the door and any menial task they ask. Oh yes, and I almost forgot, you will of course also be their dirty fuck toy. Anything any of them wants, cock sucking, hand job, fucking your pussy, your arse, you do it. Is that clear? I almost came there and then at the thought and my head swam so much I had to hold the bedroom dresser to maintain my balance. I was so turned on at the thought but so scared and nervous at the same time. Possibly six guys, all using me like the slut I knew I was. I'd always dreamed of this but I thought I would never have the courage to do it. Of course this whole scenario with Susan, and in fact, the one with Kirsty, was all based on consent but I knew if this was too much, I could just get in my car and walk out. Yet I didn't want to, I already knew I was going to do this and fulfil a long held fantasy but it didn't stop my stomach churning up in nervous fear at the thought. Images already flitted through my mind of my lovely humiliation at the hands of these as yet unknown guys. Susan saw my mixed emotions and good enough, she dropped the dominatrix thing enough to help and reassure me. We spent the next hour or so idly chatting until she stood up and announced it was time. She led me down to the main lounge and we waited. I looked over to her and laughed at my futile attempt to pull my skirt over my legs a little. Sitting there on the sofa, if my legs weren't firmly closed, my pussy was fairly easy to view which obviously, was Susan's intention; the humiliation had started before they'd even arrived. The knot in my stomach grew further as I heard Alan's key turn in the door and the sound of possibly three or four men chatting loudly. It turned out to be four guys that came in with Alan. Susan introduced me to all of them politely. There was Giles, a weedy, sappy looking guy probably in his early 50s and dressed like a country Gent. I took an instant dislike to him, he had that arrogant air of entitlement about him that I hated so much and he looked down at me like a piece of dirt when he saw my seedy outfit. His son, Marcus, was also there. He had a fresh complexion, in his early 20s. He was very attractive for a young man, piercing blue eyes and a mop of stylish brown hair, he gave me a look of uncertainty and a little nervousness I thought. Then there was Rob, a larger than life character, very little hair on top of a round face but a thick moustache and beard, he reminded me of a young Brian Blessed as he was very large and round and grinned from ear to ear as he nodded his head to acknowledge me. Finally, the numbers were made up by Colin, an army guy who sported designer stubble and a shaved head. The striking thing about him was his physique, he was ripped and had strong broad shoulders. Of all the guys, I thought he was the most desirable just because of his body but in truth and given the choice, none of these were my 'ideal type'. I guess this point is fairly irrelevant though for a whore. Susan introduced them all in turn politely before informing them all that I was natalie and was to be their maid for the evening. I was standing up, already conscious of the five guys looking me up and down, staring at my cleavage and my ridiculously short skirt which did nothing to hide my stocking tops. I didn't know at that point if Alan had told his friends about me and why I was there, I hoped he had so at least it would spare me the astonished looks as I revealed my true purpose there -- not just a serving girl but a whore to do their bidding.Susan clearly wanted to drag the scenario out a little to tease me some more: "Natalie is here to look after you all during your poker night. Get her to fetch you drinks and snacks and make full use of her!" she said, a cheeky glint in her eye. The guys exchanged furtive glances to each other and smiled. I wasn't sure whether that was because they knew that this was only the start of the fun, or just an acknowledgement that they were enjoying the entertainment (i.e. me a serving wench in fancy dress) that Susan and Alan had already provided. As the guys settled down for their game, it was obvious they'd already been drinking. I was put to immediate use by Giles, who immediately referred to me jokingly as the 'wench': "Beer all round wench, come on, put yourself to some use, get busy!" he leered as the guys watched me scurry off to fetch them beer. As their sprits rose, so did their lewdness as at least two of the guys swatted my arse on the way past to drunken cheers and some of them commented on liking my tits. I assume Susan gave the guys some time to let them play some cards and settle in before deciding to reveal me as their own slut for the evening. I was already enjoying the humiliation of this and knew that I would do everything I was asked without question. I can't say I was particularly attracted to any of these guys but right now I felt an overpowering urge to demonstrate my submission to them. Fetching drinks had already changed the dynamic in the room. I wasn't anyone's equal there, I was the servant. Soon I would be the sex servant and plaything too. This was now to be helped by Susan who moved towards the table after a game of cards had just finished and called for hush. She said she had an announcement: "Guys, I have a surprise for you. I see you have already made some use of natalie, our serving girl. However, it's not just snacks and drinks she'll fetch for you. She's mine and Alan's whore for the weekend and she'll do whatever we tell her. Well tonight for your enjoyment, I've told her she has to fuck you all, however way you want her. So, play your cards, have your fun, and use the slut to your heart's content!" I blushed and grimaced at the announcement. I couldn't look at the guys who I knew were all staring at me. Instead of cheering and lewd comments that I expected, there was silence as the poker guys tried to weigh up the situation and weren't sure how to act. Susan took control: "I expected as much," she said, "the guys are too polite and reserved to treat a slut as she deserves. We need to put a little slutty show on for them my little whore. Why don't you lose that little outfit? The guys have been looking at your tits since they got here so let's give them all a proper look, slut's don't need or deserve clothes!" I knew this moment was coming but it didn't stop my nerves. With trembling hands, feeling 6 pairs of eyes all on me, I unhooked my top quickly from around my neck, allowing it to fall down my front. Being a fancy dress outfit essentially, it was only held on by flimsy velcro. All the guy's eyes nearly popped out as my tits immediately burst free. I am always quite proud of my 36c breasts and they definitely approved as my reveal was greeted by nervous chuckles and lewd comments. So did Susan who smiled eagerly as she saw the approval and delight of the men. "I can see you like her tits, I don't blame you, she has some pair on her, not quite as big as mine of course, but you're not getting a view of them! Let's see what the rest of her is like." Susan commentated on events as she could see the guys become more aroused, seemingly adopting the role of master (or mistress) of ceremonies. "Skirt up slut and spread those legs. I want everyone to see their gift in all its glory." I lifted my flimsy skirt and quickly sat on the chair in front of the guys. I spread my legs wide before all of these men, my face blushing crimson as the guys all enjoyed a full view of my cunt as I slid down the chair so they could see right up me. They didn't spare my blushes either as I was greeted with cat-calls and wolf whistles as the guys enjoyed my humiliation and began to revel in this turn of events. As I faced them, everything completely on display, my stomach was doing cartwheels of lust and excitement. This was one of my long held fantasies, commanded like a cheap slut to display myself before a hungry pack of guys knowing as soon as she clicked her dominant fingers, she could unleash them on me. I was so nervous but also so ready. I already had mental images of cocks surrounding me poking in front of me demanding attention. In the space of a few weeks I had come from a staid business executive to this moment, naked apart from a slutty pair of stockings and heels, preparing myself mentally for the abandon of a gangbang. I wanted it, I wanted the whole room to see just how much I wanted their cocks, not only that, I wanted to demonstrate my inferiority to them. Stick your cock in me guys, any hole, because I am your cock whore to be used however you want, I'll show you how completely easy I am, tell me where you want me and I'll obey, no questions asked, use me, use me all night so you can all see I am a dirty willing cock slut. Without really thinking of anything other than my impending humiliation, I reached between my legs and opened my pussy lips gently apart, glorying in being treated like such a slut and already badly wanting to be fucked by these guys. "There you go lads!" Susan said triumphantly to them. "You can see what a slut she is, she obeys whatever we say and even goes further, look at the way she's showing us her cunt, the dirty little whore! Do you know she's a manager in a big office in the City and here she is in our house starkers eagerly displaying her slutty pussy for us all!" As she said this, she asked Alan to stand up and move across to me. She unbuckled his belt and pulled his trousers down, greeted by now raucous cheers from the other four guys. His white boxers were tented almost comically as his stiff cock begged for release. He didn't have to wait long as Susan slid his boxers down and his stiff prick bounced out. Susan looked across at me as she started to wank him slowly as he watched me exposed on the chair. She smiled as she saw that hypnotised look Kirsty says I always get in my eyes as I locked my gaze on that gorgeous dick. I was mesmerised, I had to suck it while the others all watched my easy submission. Luckily, this was exactly what was about to happen. "Get over here and get on your knees you filthy slut!" Susan barked at me. I did eagerly, knowing exactly what I was about to be asked to do. "Are you ready to suck my husband's big dick in front of our guests?" She said, somewhat nastily and impatiently, getting into her role as Domme deliciously for me. "Yes Miss. I am." I said, as submissively as I could, kneeling before them, my face only a few inches from his dick, that I now desperately wanted to feel pushing and pulsing down my throat as it had done yesterday. I leant over to try and suck it but Susan pulled it out of the reach of my mouth to further giggles from the guys. "Ask him for permission then!" Susan commanded, an evil glint in her eye as she continued to hold her husband's cock in her hands and kiss him passionately. She wanted to ensure I demonstrated my slut desire and what I was willing to do to the guys so they would be comfortable in using me later. She wanted to demonstrate my defeat and surrender. I was on the same page as her, it was what I wanted to demonstrate too. "May I please suck your cock, Sir?" I said. I was so embarrassed by being made to do this and my whore question was greeted by laughter and disbelief from the other guys. "Yes you may, you fuckin' dirty whore!" Alan barked, his face a mixture of amusement at laughing along with the others, and arousal at seeing my mouth ready to service him again. That was Susan's cue to take a step back and she took on the role of keen observer for most of the rest of the night. Given permission to suck, my mouth was already open but Alan was more determined to enjoy the moment. I guess it's not every day you get your dick sucked by a woman on her knees, in front of your mates and your wife! Even better I guess when the slut was begging you to suck it. "Before I ram this in your mouth, you're going to tell all the guys just what you're going to do tonight, you cheap slut. Tell my friends that you're going to suck all of their cocks and that if they want, they can fuck your cunt, or your arse. Tell them that you're a cock sucking cum slut here for our amusement." There was a collective intake of breath from the guys and silence as they waited for my response. Thus far, I think they'd interpreted the events as me being there as a naughty serving wench, just a fun game that Alan and Susan had set up as a bit of saucy fun, probably a hooker they had hired to give them a cheap thrill. Now, depending on my answer, the evening could get a lot more interesting than just their usual poker night. My face was already blushing hot in embarrassment. Here it was again, the moment I had to declare my submission. Usually this was to one or two people. This time, it was to a husband and wife and four of his friends, none of whom I'd known just a day or two earlier. If I thought about these things too much I would never say stuff like this in a million years but here I was, on my knees, naked apart from stockings and stilettos in front of 5 guys. I try not to over-think at times like this, I just say what I genuinely feel: "Yes Sir! I am a cock sucking cum slut. I want to do everything you want. I will suck anyone's dick and you can all use me as a slut in any way you want. I'm a dirty whore waiting to be used. Take me, take me hard and fuck me like the cheap whore I am." I delivered this breathlessly and humbly on my knees, inches away from a stiff prick, my tits and pussy on full display to five guys. I didn't feel shame, I felt intoxicating desire, I was about to live out a life-long fantasy. I was about to be gangbanged. I was light-headed and giddy. The guys roared in delight at this. Alan spun me around so my back was turned to them and immediately fed his stiff prick into my mouth. He gripped my head and began to thrust his hips methodically so his cock slid in and out my mouth, slowly and gently at first. As he started to fuck my mouth, he called over to the guys that they should play cards to decide who should fuck me first, the highest card would win 'first cock in the cunt.' I moved my hands around to feel his bum as he started to push it back and forward, pushing his dick down my willing mouth and throat. I concentrated on trying to suck Alan's shaft as I heard cheers behind me. A minute later, as I felt a pair of hands lift my inadequate skirt up over my waist, I realised I was about to be fucked without knowing even who it was inside me. Whether deliberate or not, Alan had a firm grip on my face as he slid his tool in and out of my mouth and despite me trying to look behind me, he kept my head front and centre. I vaguely heard a trouser zipper going down and soon, the head of a cock nudged against my wet hole. One hand gripped my hip and I let out a muffled scream as I felt my pussy take a cock deep inside it. He didn't stand on ceremony and he met little resistance from my slippery cunt as he hammered it deep inside me. I was so wet and juiced up already, I actually nearly came as I toyed with myself a few minutes earlier. He thrust in and out of me, pushing me onto Alan's cock, as he now gripped me with both his hands. Sometimes, my nose was flat against Alan's belly as the whole length of his dick was stuck down my throat. Now, modesty forbids me to go too far with this but I've always been considered a 'hot' woman by men. Whether it was this, or the erotic situation, the guy invading my cunt must have lasted barely a minute. He was rutting me, I could feel him almost pull right out of me, before slamming it back in. I guess he was using his slut just as I had announced a few minutes earlier that he could. My guess was that it was Rob as I think I felt his belly fat against my bum as he fucked me. I felt him take one of his thrusts, pull his cock completely out of me and groan. I felt several hot splashes of come over my back and my bum and then felt him rub his cock head against the flesh of my bum, presumably to wipe sperm off his prick. I then heard him get back up to re-join the table behind me. I think I heard some high fives and congratulatory talk. I was a little frustrated, just a little toying with my clit and I would have come. I needed to come. Alan was still going strong, taking full use of my mouth. Now he pulled his cock out and made me suck and lick his balls. I think he was determined to demonstrate his dominance of me and that was fine by me. As I continued to suck him, I heard further snatches of conversation from the guys behind me. "That was amazing, nice tight little cunt, you'll enjoy it up there!" said whichever guy had just fucked me and whose cum was now already dripping down my leg. The guys were joking and shouting, the game had started again for the next cock inside the slut. This time, the winner was announced as it was Giles. "Just a second Giles!" said Alan, "Nearly done here!" he said, as he continued to stuff his cock into my mouth. He grabbed my head and stopped thrusting and I felt his cock erupt inside my mouth, blasting come all over my teeth and my tongue. I swallowed it all, thinking proudly to myself how well I had done not to spill any, even remembering to continue to suck his cock clean. My duties with him done, he pulled his cock back into his pants and motioned Giles over. As Giles walked over I saw Alan move across the room to Susan. She took his cock and his balls in her hand as they kissed and chatted. Giles leered down at me as I remained on my knees. I looked at him and immediately despised him somewhat. As I said earlier, he was the type of sneery, arrogant pretty rich boy I detested and he seemed to know exactly how I felt. It did bring to mind a strange quirk of my sexuality, the more I didn't want to be made to do something, the more turned on I got with the humiliation of the situation. I already knew that of all the guys, I would be more turned on by being made to service this prick more than the other guys for the very reason that given my own choice, I wouldn't touch him with a barge pole. "You don't like me do you, slut?" he barked as he approached me. "Not particularly no! I think you're an arrogant fucker" I offered honestly. I didn't think it mattered what I said, he was going to do to me whatever he wanted anyway. In fact, calling him that, I was probably subconsciously angering him so he could 'make me pay' for my insolence. "You know what you nasty whore? I couldn't give a fuck, because in a few minutes, I'm going to be coating that pretty face with my upper class cream. Tell me you're going to suck my cock," he said, a horrible mean grin pulling across his face. The Kirsty Fantasies Pt. 03 As he said this, he unzipped his fly forcefully and dramatically and fished out his dick. It was medium sized and quite thick. After taking a lingering look, I averted my eyes. He was determined to humiliate me further. "Tell me what you're going to do I said. We know what you are, you're going to suck my dick, and every guy's dick in here before the night is out. We're going to ram every cheap hole you have. Tell me you're going to suck my dick. Ask me if you can..." As he did this, he slide the shaft of his cock all over my face and mauled my tits with his hands. I knew I was defeated, I was powerless, I was here voluntarily to be used by all these men, including this bastard. "Yes, fucking yes, I'm going to suck your dick!" I barked, almost angry at putting myself in this position. Giles grinned triumphantly, I heard the laughter of the guys looking on and I saw Giles grip his cock and jab it between my lips. I opened my mouth wide and he seized the opportunity, forcing his prick down my throat. He held it there, grabbing the back of my head. "Oh yes, Giles has his big cock down the slut's throat! Come on bitch, suck!" As he said this he pulled his cock out my mouth so the tip was an inch from my mouth. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so I had to look into his eyes. "Look at me while I fuck your mouth!" he said as he pressed both his hands on my head and pushed his dick back in my mouth. He built up a rhythm and fucked my mouth aggressively. Saliva dripping from my mouth, my eyes streaming from the assault, I kept my gaze on him as instructed as he used me. Even in frantic moments like this I wondered how I came to be on my knees in front of five guys, being face fucked by a guy I didn't like, while the others looked on and cheered appreciatively. The juice swamping my pussy right then told me this is what I wanted. He continued his assault on my mouth further by forcing me to put my hands behind my back as he filled my mouth, emphasising my complete surrender. Every so often he would thrust in and not withdraw so every inch of his cock meat was in my mouth or down my throat, my nose pressed up against his belly. A few minutes of this and he was ready to deliver on his promise. "This is already the third of many loads you're going to take tonight my girl." he said patronisingly, "Now be a darling and stick your tongue out. Oh and you're the whore here, you sort my cock out. Get wanking, I want to see you coat your own tongue with my love juice." I blushed crimson again, he was good at making me feel humiliated I'll give him that. I also gave him complete obedience, I delighted in giving him complete obedience in fact. I gripped his now throbbing cock and held out my tongue occasionally lapping at his cock head. Within a few strokes he shouted in triumph and the guys applauded and cheered, throwing beer in the air as I obligingly tossed him off over my face for their amusement. I held his cock firmly as it spewed globs of come over my hair and face, the last splashes landing on my tongue as the guys cheered and raised their beers in triumph. Satisfied, he pushed my arms behind my back again, popped his cock back in my mouth and had me suck him clean. He made a display of this too, sliding the shaft of this cock over my cheeks and my nose, leaving a trail of his come and my saliva to coat my skin. The final act was to grab a handful of my hair and rub it over his cock to dry it. When he was satisfied he had humiliated me enough for the time being, he pulled out firmly and re-homed his dick inside his trousers. "Ok chaps, who's next on the slut?" he queried, ginning like a Cheshire cat and returning to the card table. Susan (I had forgotten she was still there!) then instructed me to get cleaned up and bring more drinks in. I went to the kitchen, washed Giles' goo off my face and prepared more drinks to be brought in. I simply couldn't wait any longer for release. I focused on the image of that horrible Giles spunking over my face and brought my fingers to my clit. It was hard to the touch and engorged. I only touched myself for a brief few seconds before I almost fell to the ground in ecstasy as an orgasm shot across me, my legs turning to jelly an almost failing me as I stumbled in bliss. I almost sobbed hysterically at the feeling. Quickly gathering my senses, relieved no-one had seen me, I cleaned up again and returned to my duties. As I waited on them, the guys now knew they had free reign to do whatever they wanted. As I bent to put drinks on the table, Rob grabbed my tits from beneath roughly while Colin forced a finger in my pussy, commenting to the guys on how dripping wet I was. Hands went everywhere as I struggled to get away. Giles then looked at me and announced to the group that it was time for Marcus, his son, to 'break his duck'. Apparently Marcus was still a virgin. I looked at him and he was embarrassed himself, blushing a shade of red at the situation. "Get yourself over on the couch with her lad. I don't want to watch my son on the job but don't waste this opportunity, go and fuck her!" Giles quipped. Marcus looked at me again and, although embarrassed, knew this was indeed his once in a lifetime chance. He stood up, took my hand tentatively and led me to the couch. It was on the other side of the room away from the easy view of the others as I guess he wanted a little privacy! As we reached the sofa, he quickly pulled off his shirt and pants. His cock sprang out quickly. I was pleasantly surprised by it, he had a big, thick cock and he'd clearly been turned out by the previous activities, I could already see the head of his dick glistening with pre-cum. He seemed to look at me for approval as he saw me checking out his package and what was a firm and lithe body. I smiled at him in some sort of reassurance. I think I would enjoy this. I just loved the fact he was a virgin and it felt doubly humiliating for me that this young man would get to use me however way he wanted during the course of the night. I already wondered how this young cock would feel inside my pussy and my arse. I would find both out that night. We sat on the couch and he slid his hands all over me with little or no expertise. He pressed and mauled my tits and reached for my pussy but I knew he didn't know what he was doing, he was anxious and hurried. He looked very anxious and I actually felt sorry for him. OK, he was getting to fuck an older, experienced woman for no reason other than being in the right place at the right time, but what 20-something guy has to perform with a woman for the first time in his life in front of his father and three other guys? I took the initiative. I leant over and gripped the shaft of his cock. I leant in to kiss him and continued to pull on his rod. I slid down his chest and let my tongue slide across the head of his cock before I opened my mouth wide and sucked his cock greedily into my mouth, groaning a little as I stretched my warm mouth over his thick shaft, the realisation that I was sucking the dick of a 20 something virgin turning me on and making my head swim. He was keen to watch me suck him off, I felt him slide my hair behind my ear to give him an unobstructed view of his cock shaft sliding in and out of my mouth. After just a few slides down his pole, I could sense he was already nearing climax. I didn't want him to be teased by the other guys for being too quick on the draw so being a thoughtful whore, I immediately stopped sucking and winked at him. I pushed his legs together so his cock was stood upright to attention. Gripping it, I opened my legs wide and pointed it to my dripping slit. Quickly finding my own target, I groaned loudly (theatrically so the others could hear) as I sank my cunt over his shaft so I could feel my pussy resting on his ball sack as I rode him. He groaned appreciatively, I heard some lewd comments and cheers from the others as they encouraged the 'young buck' to fuck me. In reality it was the other way around. I rode him slowly and deliberately, mashing my pussy into his cock as he took a very firm grip on both my tits. I considered after a minute or two that I'd done enough to allow him to retain his male pride, so I started to hump him hard, once so much that his cock slipped out of my hole maddeningly and I had to lean down quickly to insert it back in. Only two further strokes were needed as he groaned loudly. I clamped my pussy down on him just in time to feel the thick cock pulsating against my inner walls as he pumped me full of his young seed. As I stood back up and collapsed on the sofa, I was just in time to see Giles stand from the table and give his son a pat on the back and declare his congratulations. He actually said, "Well done Marco, you've finally broke your duck although I should warn you, she's a dirty slut, they're not all as easy as her!" The others chuckled at this and resumed their round of cards. I guess he was right! By a process of elimination, I finally worked out who it was who had fucked me the first time as Alan announced amongst the general ribaldry that only Colin had thus far failed to 'get his end away'. I was ordered to join the guys at the table and as I did, I was lifted onto the table like a piece of meat by Alan and Rob. On my back on the table, the guys held my legs apart so I was spread-eagled on the table, my pussy wide open for their viewing pleasure. To my embarrassment as I was spread on the table, some of Marcus' come he had just deposited leaked out and dripped onto the floor. "I'll pretend I didn't see that!" joked Colin to the other guys while Alan joked (I think!) that he was going to send me the bill to clean the carpet. As the guys watched, Colin unzipped his pants and unfurled his cock. It was impressive, long and thick and already pointed eagerly at my sloppy slit. He didn't waste any time, he fed his cock inside me and fucked me hard while the guys cheered. Once in a while, I felt someone's hand grab my tits or pinch my nipples as they rocked up and down in time with the rutting fuck I was being given. Again, it was probably the eroticism of the occasion, but Colin didn't last too long. After a few minutes I heard him groan and the guys cheered in time with him mashing his cock deep inside me as he flooded my cunt with his own sperm. I had already now kindly obliged all of the guys in one way or another but I knew the night had only just started. I was pulled up off the table and for the next hour or so, was just asked to provide drinks and snacks. On returning once more with the drinks, Alan announced the next game. He said we were going to play 'Russian Roulette.' I had no idea what he meant until he explained: "We are going to sit here as we are now and our slut here is going to be under the table sucking us all off. She will spend one minute sucking each cock in turn, clockwise around us. First one to come has to down a pint or a double (your choice) in one and so on until the last one standing is the winner. If we are all sober enough later, the winner gets to be first up the slut's arse. What do you think?" The guys thought it a great idea so I was sent off to fetch the required amount of drinks to complete the game and then I was asked to draw cards for each of the guys. It was decided the order was that Alan was first, followed by Giles, Marcus, Colin and then Rob. Just before the game started Alan clarified a further rule, "Oh and guys, if you have to come, you have to come, no pushing her off when you know you're coming. The further rule is that you have to deposit your come in the slut's mouth as evidence and she has to show us. If you don't, you have to down three drinks at once!" The guys agreed and I was sent underneath the table. All of the guys now only had boxers on and I spent a humiliating hour underneath the table sucking five cocks in turn. I started with Alan. I pulled his cock from his boxers and immediately took him in my mouth, bobbing my head over his shaft swiftly. The signal that sixty seconds were up was Alan pushed my shoulder to the left so that I moved on to the next guy. I started to move around the table as the guys seemingly ignored my presence as I heard them chat and laugh at the card game above me. The only acknowledgement I got was that each guy would push me around between the legs of the next guy when they had 'survived' their turn at cock-sucking. I had forgotten even whose cock was whose. As it was only one minute each and then a five minute break for each of them, I had to work doubly hard to sort any of them out as I couldn't build momentum up with any of them. It was on my second trip around that any of the cocks I was re-sucking was still rock hard by the time I'd gotten back round to it. Most had shrivelled back up the so the first few seconds was just getting it hard again. This one was still twitching nicely in my mouth and I thought this was my chance. I got to work quickly, my tongue lapping up and down the shaft, my hands squeezing his balls before I slammed it down my throat and gave it my best and quickest work. I only had a few seconds left I felt but luckily, I felt hands on my head locking me down and felt his cock twitch violently as I tasted my prize in the back of my throat and my mouth. I remembered the rules and collected the come in my mouth. I heard the guys cheering as they now realised what had happened. I felt a pair of hands pull me from under the table and was asked to open my mouth. I did to reveal the load of come deposited there. As I had come to realise, the cock belonged to Marcus and I was asked to swallow it and then pour him his penalty drink, a double scotch which he dutifully wolfed down before he exclaimed that it was well worth the penalty to get such a good cock sucking. Despite the innate humiliation in this, I felt a surge of pride at having my cock sucking skills praised. My next hour or so was spent doing the same. For the record, Colin was the winner. As I returned up from the table with my fifth load of spunk, the guys complained jokingly that it wasn't a fair competition as Giles had had less recovery time having fucked me last the first time around so of course he was going to last longer than the others. I was relieved, my mouth and my jaw ached I'd sucked so much cock. The game being finished, the guys returned to their drinks and cards for an hour or so. I was given some time 'off' so I went and sat with Susan who had been keenly watching the events. The erotic sights had lowered her dominatrix mask temporarily as she looked at me, a dishevelled mess: "Oh Natalie, this has been so hot, a dream come true for Alan and I. But, well.....we haven't gone too far have we? This is what you wanted? You are enjoying this aren't you?" she said, a look of nervous doubt across her face. "God, yes Miss, I have. It's been a life-long fantasy of mine. Thank you so much for arranging it for me. I've serviced each of the guys twice and taken so much dick! I've lived out many of my slutty fantasies tonight. I love being your obedient whore!" I said, actually surprised at the concern she was showing. I meant it too, I didn't want the night to end, I felt insatiable, I wanted to be called over again. I had been promised an arse fucking. I wanted one of them to hammer my arse on the card table while the others watched while waiting their turn and I wanted to take them all like the cheap whore I had become. I didn't have too much longer to wait. Now quite drunk, I heard Colin shouting me over, "I need to fuck a whore up the arse. Does anyone know one?" he shouted. Susan giggled and said, "Looks like that's your cue. I want to join them. I need to see this." The guys cheered as we both walked over to the table, "Two for the price of one!" Colin roared. "Steady on fella!" said Alan, "One is a slut to be arse fucked and one is my wife!" he replied, a cheeky grin on his face. He had no intention of involving his wife in anything other than playing with me or him. The guys knew she was off limits. I was anything but! "Yes, that's right," said Susan quickly, "You're not having me thank you very much. I'm here to watch you all have your wicked way with my slut's arsehole, nothing more." As she said this, I was pulled onto the table again. I was on all fours. Susan intervened: "Just a moment, hot shot!" she said to Colin, who was evidently already moving in for the shag, "I think we need a little lubrication first. My whore has been incredibly obliging tonight so we don't want to hurt her now do we? We need to get that bum hole nice and slippery for your cocks first." I was relieved she was there. She left the room to get the lube as I remained on all fours on the table, hung like a piece of meat waiting to be devoured. Fingers pressed into my cunt and in my arse and gripped my dangling tits as we waited for her to return. She did and she wasted no time. She had a tube of baby oil and she simply pushed the tip of the tube inside my arse and squirted so I felt the oil coat my inner ring and run down my legs. She whispered to me that the guys were all drunk and she would need to get me ready and she would look after me while it happened. As she said this, I felt her fingers start to probe inside my arse, opening me up. I smiled in gratitude -- this was just like Kirsty in many ways. She spared me no humiliation, I was going to be arse fucked by all of these guys but at the same time, she was determined to make sure it was done correctly and I was safe at the hands of these now drunken men. There was then a little debate amongst the guys as to how they wanted me. It was agreed I was to lie on my back so, in the words of Giles they could 'dip it in my cunt first if they fancied." I was therefore hauled over onto my back, my legs pressed back as I was forced to hold them in my hands. Here I was I thought, on my back, still wearing black stockings (now stained with dried cum) and stilettos, lewdly displaying my arse and pussy to five guys who were walking around me sporting hard cocks, ready to use me. I felt very lucky! As was decided by the Russian roulette cock sucking game, Colin was the first to have me. He took up the suggestion of Giles by sliding it up my cunt first and I moaned loudly in joy as in that position, his cock penetrated me deeply on his first thrust. He wasn't all that interested in this though, it was just a warm up. He announced to the guy's that he'd never fucked a girl up the arse before. About thirty seconds later he could no longer say that. Whether it was the drink that had loosened them all up, they all moved in very close to get a close up view of Colin's cock as he began to push it against my bum hole. I lowered my hands so my arse cheeks separated. I knew the more I could do this, the less the pain. Luckily he was a bit nervous so took his time and literally, entered me inch by inch until finally he was all up inside me. My arse felt so full and on fire but so deliciously full. In truth, I now love my arse being fucked. Not only the delicious physicality of it but it feels such a dirty slutty thing to do and now I got so turned on seeing all the guys, and Susan, delight in viewing my anal ravishment. "Oh yes, come on, fill my fuckin' arse you bastard!" I said, rapidly losing control of my emotions, "I fuckin' love it up my arse. Harder, harder, stretch my arse with your big dick!" The guys looked on in amusement at my loss of control. Colin gained in confidence. So did young Marcus who moved around the table and offered his stiff prick to me to suck. I was grateful for it as it shut me up and gave me something to do with my mouth. I loved the feeling of my arse and mouth being full of cock and stretched. For the next hour or so, I have no idea what I did. I think the guys got into some sort of rotation so that they started by me sucking them hard, before they slid it into my cunt and then each took my arse. I really can't remember the exact order of what happened but I do remember most of the guys fucking my arse and then tossing themselves off over me. I remember feeling a flush of humiliation again as Colin pulled his cock out of my arse and they guys could see how stretched my little bum hole had become. They called each other over to take a look at my stretched hole, before it was quickly filled with another length of cock. The Kirsty Fantasies Pt. 03 There was also a little teasing and boyish joking as Giles couldn't get it up again, or at least, couldn't come. He had me suck his dick for about ten minutes before Alan, with a consolatory slap on his shoulder, told him to give it up and get himself a drink! I emerged about an hour later covered in come. I had it over my face, my boobs, my stomach and pussy, running down my stocking tops, leaking out of my arse and over my hands. It was a sign of my fatigue and confusion that I don't even remember giving anyone a hand job yet I had a big glob of come dripping down my fingers. As I walked away from the guys, Susan led me to the bathroom and ran me a bath. I spent a lovely half hour in there soaking, with Susan helping to wash me before I went to bed well used and well spent. Day 3 - Sunday Morning I was allowed a long sleep. I needed it, I felt tired and sore having had all my orifices thoroughly used by five men. I had lived a genuine fantasy and it was as every bit as wonderful as I'd hoped. I vowed to tell Kirsty all about it and encourage her to arrange more for me. Susan entered my bedroom and I was instructed to shower while she waited. I had a lovely shower, trying to soak away the raw soreness I had in my pussy and arse. I still felt an excited tingle as I realised it was almost certain that my holes would be used again, sore or not, it came with the territory of being a whore. As I emerged from the shower, I reached for my dressing gown but was told I wouldn't need it. Susan informed me all I would need was one item, and handed me an eye mask. I took it from her and put it on puzzled, but as she led me downstairs, she said all would be explained. She led me into the back living room. Alan was already there, wearing just a pair of boxers and holding a hand held camera. I realised what was going to happen, Susan confirmed it: "So now you know the need for a face mask dear. We're going to make a porno and you're the star. Alan and I have enjoyed using you so much we want a permanent memento. I contacted Kirsty yesterday while you were taking it up the arse from our elderly neighbour. Whilst we will never share the video, she asked us to disguise you, just in case any of your friends or colleagues see what a trollop their friend and boss really is. Don't worry about direction or what to do, I think you know what to do, being such a tramp. Alan is going to fuck your brains out and I'm going to enjoy you too. All clear?" I didn't have time to answer as Susan led me into the centre of the room and pushed me onto my knees. Alan held the camera and moved from filming me, kneeling naked on the floor, to Susan, who provided a verbal introduction to the film. "This is Sue and Alan's first ever movie. It's called, 'The Dirty Whore' and the whore is already naked on her knees waiting for us to use her. She will probably still be sore because last night, my husband and four of his friends all fucked the shit out of her all night, simply because we told her to." There was a pause which I assume was so Alan could pan across to capture me on the floor. The next thing I knew I heard slurping sounds and looking behind me, saw Susan on her knees enthusiastically sucking Alan's cock while he filmed from above. He only did this for a few seconds before they both moved over to me. Susan crawled beneath my legs and got on her back and I gasped as I felt the lips of my cunt being prised apart and felt her tongue dart inside me. Looking up, Alan was pointing the camera right at my pussy while his other hand stroked his stiff prick. He moved around to face me and knelt on the floor. He only had to wave his dick in front of my face to indicate what he wanted. I stretched toward and took him in my mouth once again. I wondered how many minutes in total since I'd been here that I'd had Alan's dick in my mouth - quite a lot! As he continued to film, he began to thrust his cock into my mouth. He only did this for a few strokes before dangling his heavy balls in my face. As a dutiful whore should, I licked and sucked his ball sack and the thick base of his cock. The camera added to my excitement, I wanted him to film his spunk covering my face, but not just yet. "Mmm, she's nicely juiced up now I think," said Susan, clambering from beneath me, "Time to give her a good hard fucking hubby of mine!" she said, taking the camera from him as his balls popped out my mouth. "Anything you say, wife!" said Alan in a mock matter of fact tone, still probably not quite believing the weekend he was having and the freedom she was allowing him. There was no hanging about, he kneeled behind me and there was a slight pause before I felt that familiar feeling of the head of his dick nudging my pussy open. I was as wet as ever and he hardly met with resistance as he pressed his dick home, letting out a satisfied groan as he filled my slit. I watched Susan as she filmed, she started in front of me and moved behind me, to get a good close up of Alan hammering my cunt. "Ohhh, such a tight hole," moaned Alan, "Even after all the dick she's taken this weekend!" as he said this, he stopped thrusting and just held his cock, balls deep inside me. "If you want my cock, then work for it!" he said to me, pushing and pulling my arse cheeks back and forward slightly to indicate what he meant. Any self-pride from me had long nice gone, I pulled my cunt away from his shaft, before sliding back over it and impaling myself, getting that gorgeous feeling I crave of feeling my innards being pushed aside by a thick cock shaft. I was excited, turned on and needy, I picked up the pace so I could hear the squelch of his cock sliding inside me. Lost in the moment, I gasped in frustration as I pushed back and realised he'd moved his cock away. The camera was passed back to Alan as Susan kneeled next to me and Alan joined us on the floor. Susan lent forward to take his cock in her mouth, sucked a few times before passing it to me to suck. We did this for a while, before we both slid our mouths up and down his thick shaft. Susan then concentrated on sucking the head of his cock so I busied myself with his balls again. Unsurprisingly, Alan couldn't take much of this, he announced he was going to come soon and I could feel the excited twitches of his cock about to erupt. Susan leaned up next to me, cheek to cheek and started to kiss me, only an inch away from Alan's dick. He drew his foreskin back and forward urgently a few times before crying out, "Here it comes ladies!" As he said it, what felt like a torrent of sperm fell onto Susan and I. The first hot jet landed right between us, coating our hair and my forehead and further globs landed on my mouth and on Susan's face. Now spent, Alan withdrew a foot or two to capture us covered in come. Susan licked the come off my face and I followed suit. When she had collected some in her mouth, she moved over me and started to let the come drop into my mouth. As it pooled in my mouth, she closed my mouth with her hand and told me to swallow it. I did immediately, looking into the camera and pulling my tongue out to indicate I had swallowed his spunk (again!) Susan still had her dressing gown on. She took this off and sat on the sofa opposite. As I knelt and watched, she opened her legs wide and started toying with her clit, looking directly into the camera. After a minute or two of this, she pointed an index finger at me to indicate I was wanted. I crawled between her legs and wasted no time in prodding my tongue on her clit, my fingers pushing into her pussy. She had a lovely thick, prominent, full clit that felt so hard against my tongue. She grabbed my head and pressed her thighs tight against my head. I was still covered in Alan's come and that was soon mixed with Susan's. My nose was almost flat against her as my tongue reached deep inside her. I used my lips to suck on her hardened clit and as I did, Susan nearly suffocated me as a powerful orgasm hit her, my face feeling the warm rush of her wetness against my skin. After she had recovered, I was told to replace her on the sofa and open my legs wide to play with myself. I couldn't be more exposed and on display as Alan filmed me fingering myself from only inches distance. My excitement was already building to a climax when Susan moved in behind me on the sofa and started kissing me. As she did, I felt the sharpness of her long fingernails gently reaching for my cunt. She rubbed my clit and fingered me, moving down my body to suck my nipples which were as hard as bullets in her mouth. She whispered for me to come, I didn't need encouragement as I tensed my bum, my legs writhing and wriggling, feeling her fingers inside me. I cried out, I almost sobbed out, as my orgasm hit me. I heard Susan hum contentedly as she felt my pussy gush against her fingers. She brought her fingers to my mouth and traced them across my lips which somewhere or other were now coated with all of our fluids. She pressed them into my mouth and I sucked greedily. I was then told we would have a quick break to freshen up and to give Alan time to recover. Susan informed me that the piece de resistance of their movie was that Alan was going to fuck my arse again. As preparation and do as not to spoil the film, Susan took me to the bathroom to oil me up. She squirted oil straight from the tube into my bum hole as she had done last night and spent a few minutes pressing her long fingernails inside me. She completed the job by inserting a small dildo up my bum which I had to keep up there as I walked down the stairs to be buggered. My arse was still very sore from last night but I was looking forward to taking Alan's stiff prick again. Alan was waiting in the middle of the room. There was a pillow there. I was placed on my knees in front of the pillow and told to lay my head on the pillow with my bum sticking up in the air. Obviously, I could no longer see but I heard sucking as Susan ensured her hubby was ready to bury his dick in my arse. I felt Alan move in behind me. Susan had clearly succeeded as I felt his stiffy against my arse cheek. "Come on hubby, give this slut what she deserves, a good hard arse fucking. I lost count of the amount of guys who were up there last night. Make her feel your big cock ramming up her little bum hole," Susan said, as Alan delved between my arse and I groaned in gentle pain as the dildo was pulled out my arse. "Tell my hubby to fuck your arse slut, tell the camera you want a hard cock hammering your tight hole. Ask him to arse fuck you." Susan demanded, bringing the camera round to my masked face to capture the humiliation of me begging to be done up the bum. I wouldn't have her disappointed: "Please Sir, please fill my slutty arse. I'm all greased up for you down there. Please take my arse, I want to feel you stretch my arse, I want your come in my belly. Give me a hard arse fuck, I need your OK!" I pleaded. "Ok slut," was Alan's reply, "brace yourself, your arse is going to get destroyed!" As soon as he said this, I felt his rough hands split my arse cheeks apart and I cried out with the shock of feeling his thick dick press hard against my arse hole. He wasn't gentle and he didn't wait to see if my arse was accommodating him, he was impatient and shoved his dick inside me. It felt like a burning hot poker up my arse as my eyes teared up with the roughness. Soon enough he was completely up my arse, I felt his balls dangling against my bum as he started to pull in and out of me. "Oh yes hubby, that's it," Susan said, filming every second of my arse fuck, "She said she wanted a good arse fucking and you're certainly giving her what he wants. Fill the little slut's arse! What a dirty little slut she is. I have a great angle here, I can see that cock splitting her hole in two!" Alan revelled in this, it must be some kind of all-time top fantasy of a man, to be filmed arse fucking a whore while his wife films and eggs him on. He was loving it. After the initial pain, so was I. I loved feeling so powerless as he took what he wanted from my arse. He had his hands gripping my shoulders and sometimes my hips, as he pulled me closer into him, and pushed his cock as deep in my arse as it seemed possible. His rhythm and pace built and soon he was practically withdrawing his cock totally out of me, before launching it back up. His pace increased, my tits rocked violently in time with his thrusts, my face pressed into the pillow. I felt him tense on his latest slide up my arse and he pulled his cock out. I couldn't see but I could hear the squelchy noise of him tossing his cock near my arse. "Come over her arse Alan, let her have it!" said Susan and within seconds of her demand, Alan obliged, he wailed out loudly, grabbed my back with his free hand and spurted his spunk over my arse. I felt some trickle of it over my violated arse hole. He rubbed the head of his cock over the flesh of my arse and tops of my legs and left the room to get cleaned up, slapping my arse on the way past, presumably the only part not covered in his sperm. Still holding the camera, Susan traced her hands over me, and slipped her finger in my arse a few times before telling me to get up and get cleaned up as she shut the camera off. Day 3 - Sunday Evening Susan had me running around a little as the day drew on. I think she was determined to make full use of me while I still belonged to her. I made dinner, did the dishes and some routine cleaning duties while she relaxed and had a Sunday snooze. After we had eaten, and I had filled the dishwasher, it was already 6pm. I was allowed some down time. I asked Susan if I would be allowed to contact Kirsty to ask her what I was to do tomorrow. "Well funny you should mention that, you'll be seeing her in about an hour. I'm going to Skype her and you're going to tell her everything you've been doing, and what a dirty whore you've been for us." Susan said, smirking. I immediately loved the sound of that. I loved humiliating myself in front of my mistress and being prompted by her Aunt to tell her how much of a slut I had been sounded intoxicating, I couldn't wait. Sure enough, at 7pm, Susan instructed me to follow her up to the study. Once there, I was impressed by the room, I hadn't been in it since I had been at the cottage. There was a very modern PC set on top of a large computer desk with two plush office chairs. Rows of bookshelves completed the picture of a very executive study room. Susan turned the PC on and within minutes, the gorgeous face of Kirsty, my young mistress appeared. "Hello Aunty Susan. Hello slut!" smiled Kirsty, looking from one to the other. We acknowledged her according to our agreed stations, Susan calling her Kirsty, I called her Miss. After a few pleasantries, the conversation quickly turned to the main topic, my sluttishness: "So fell me Aunty, has my slut been as obedient and obliging as I know she can be?" enquired Kirsty. "Oh yes indeed my dear, she has been a complete and total whore for me and Alan since she got here. You have her so well trained and she is so obedient. I must borrow her again!" chuckled Susan. "Oh that is good to know and yes of course Aunty, perhaps we can sort something more regular out. It's good for her to have different experiences so she can learn her true place. We can chat about it some time." Kirsty beamed, contented that her Anniversary gift had been well received. I loved hearing her say it and it turned me on so much knowing these two women would discuss future plans for my use without feeling the need to ask me about it. My submissiveness made my pussy tingle, I wanted them to decide everything for me. I wanted there and then to declare my inferiority. I knew my place though, speak when spoken to by either of my superiors. "So, slut," said Susan looking at me, "We need to tell your mistress just what you have been up to don't we?" "Yes Miss." I replied quickly. Kirsty interjected before this began, "Can I make a suggestion Aunty. Before our slut proves what a slut she has been to us both, I think we need her undressed and if OK with you, I'd like her playing with a toy of sorts in front of us. I know her; this opportunity to tell us how much of a whore she has been will turn her on so much. We can both enjoy watching as she makes herself cum. I think she needs a little degradation, would you not agree?" "Why yes, Kirsty, that sounds lovely, what a good idea, I have a lot to learn about this mistress thing," Susan said looking at me, wide eyed and excited. She left the room and returned quickly, a large black dildo in her hand. "This should do the job!" declared Susan, holding the huge dildo up to the screen to show Kirsty. "My God! Aunty, I don't really want to know that you have things like that in the house! It's huge!" chuckled Kirsty. Susan laughed, "Sorry my dear, I may be your Aunty but I'm still a woman with needs, and this hits the spot nicely once in a while!" The two women chortled together before Susan started proceedings. "Now leave this to me my dear, I have an idea," she said to Kirsty. As she said this she pulled me up off the chair. As I stood up, she removed my dressing gown and with no standing on ceremony whatsoever, slid my knickers down my legs and kicked them away. I was once again naked before her. As I stood there, she moved my chair back a few inches and adjusted the height to raise it a few inches. She made me sit on the chair and had me drape my legs over the chair legs, basically allowing them a complete and unobstructed view of my pussy as my legs were spread porno mag style. After ensuring Kirsty had a good view by adjusting the camera, Susan knelt next to me and, opening my pussy lips, inserted the dildo inside me. It was huge and I felt like my cunt was going to burst as she pressed it deep up inside. It was bigger than any cock I'd ever had. She fucked me with it once or twice, marvelling at the sight of my pussy accepting such a huge cock before leaving it half up me and turned to Kirsty said: "She's so wet Kirsty, she's always so wet! Look at that dirty cunt being stretched!" exclaimed Susan as she fucked me with the toy. "I knew she would be, she gets off on this all humiliation. Such a dirty trollop!" Kirsty agreed. "Now, you dirty slut, I want you to play with your clit as I amuse myself impaling you on this monster! While we do this, you will answer all my questions. You're going to tell Kirsty what a whore you've been and you're going to show us both how much you like being treated like the cheap and nasty whore you are! Is that clear?" Susan shouted. "Yes Miss, yes miss!" was about all I could manage as my excitement built from the huge dildo and by the slut talk. "OK then. Just a word of warning though; you don't come until I tell you! In fact, I will only let you come if you're honest in answering these questions!" said Susan. I heard Kirsty congratulate Susan in that touch and my questioning then began. "Now, tell your mistress how many cocks you've sucked since you've been here?" "Er....I think its seven Miss!" I said breathlessly, struggling to concentrate as I pleasured my clit and suffered the probing of the huge dildo inside me. Despite all of this sensory overload, I still had time to blush as I realised I wasn't sure of the answer. "Oh my God, seven! What a slut!" Kirsty shouted in amazed delight. "Yes, Seven is correct, I think!" Susan said, increasing the pace of pushing the fake cock up me, "But that's just individual guys. Tell us how many times you've sucked my husband's dick, you dirty whore." "Three times miss, I think, three," I groaned out as already I fought back the urge to come that was starting to overpower me. "And how many guys have had their way with that cheap and easy cunt?"