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Her Inner Slut Ch. 01

By: slvjenn



When I was a young girl I can remember my mother bringing me to church. She instilled into my head the values that the church held and forced me to have those same values. When I was older and she was explaining girl things to me I can recall her telling me how boys would want me to do things; Things she said I wouldn't want to do. 

She made it clear that I was not supposed to do any of these things that these evil boys would want me to do. She told me some of them would be OK when I was older, and when I got married. She said that even after I was married some of them were still bad. They were things that God didn't want me to do. 

Here I am now, away from my mother. She was right about some of what she said. Boys did want me to do all kinds of things. What she was wrong about was the fact that I did want to do them. I wanted to do them very badly. I'd done some of them before and I enjoyed it. Why wouldn't God want me to do something that was enjoyable? I still didn't understand. 

Maybe it was because she had brought me up to be such a prude. But as I got older, the desire to do these things was getting stronger. I wanted to be able to stop fighting boys (now men) off, I wanted to stop saying no. I wanted to do what they told me, to do whatever it might be that they asked. I knew, and maybe my mother did too, that I had a slut inside of me. Now, at 25 and living on my own, I wanted to let that inner slut out. 

I had been fantasizing about this night for months. Imagining in my head what it would be like. To meet a man, talk to him, laugh at his jokes no matter how corny they were, then be brought back to his place for sex. I imagined how it would feel, to be in bed with someone I barely knew. He wouldn't care about me, or how I felt, so he'd probably be rough and finish quickly. I'd lay there unsatisfied, knowing that there was an inner slut in me. That inner slut would want more and so would I.

I had decided that tonight would be the night. As I looked through my closet I knew I had nothing that would gain the desired affect. I looked around a bit hysterical. Finally I remembered a box of clothing I had worn maybe as far back as high school or my first year in college. 

I tore through the box, tossing things nearly across my bedroom as I searched. Near the bottom I found a skirt. It was tiny; I knew I had found the skirt I'd wear out tonight. It was a sand color, made of a thick material that would keep the skirt stiff and in place instead of flowing. 

I searched for a blouse to go with it, but could find none I thought suitable. Finally I found a maroon shirt that was cut far too low in the neck for me. I looked at it smiling to myself knowing that this would definitely scream slutty with the skirt. It didn't even really look good with the skirt, but I didn't care. I just knew my chest would half hang out of it. 

I ironed the clothes, picked a white pushup bra and a pair of white bikini panties that were at the bottom of my draw. They struck me as very juvenile, having pink balloons with wavy strings printed on them. For some reason they put the mental image I wanted into my head. They looked very innocent, childish even, but under them was a slut waiting to be born. 

I put on my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. The skirt was uncomfortably short. It wasn't bad in the front, but the back barely covered my ass. I bent in various ways in front of the mirror. Bending in the slightest at the waist exposed my panties, and my ass cheeks. Sitting down was also difficult. I had to pull and hold the skirt down so that it didn't ride up my hips and expose everything for the world to see. 

I put slightly more makeup than usual on. I didn't want to over do it and look like a clown, but I also was attempting to look younger for the first time in my life. I had decided weeks ago to bring out my slut to a boy in college first. I wasn't sure why at the time, but now I think it's because I remember them as being the ones who most wanted one night stands. 

As I put the finishing touches on I decided that it was more important to release this inner slut of mine, than to do it with the best looking guy in the bar. I decided that the first even half way decent looking guy who hit on me would have me. 

I called a cab, and while I waited for it to arrive I wondered. How would I make sure that he knew I wanted to go home with him? How would I act? Would I be some kind of air head like the stereotypical slut? Like the girl on Married with Children or maybe how Jessica Simpson acts, I thought to myself. 

When the cab arrived I gave him the name of the bar, even though I knew that his dispatcher had told him where I was going when I called. I saw him looking back at me through his mirror quite often; I thought this was a good sign of things to come. When we arrived at the bar, I leaned into the front window to pay him. I knew my shirt was hanging down and he was looking right down my shirt. I looked at him, knowing he'd been "caught" he looked away, but I made no attempt to move as I counted out the fee to him. 

After paying, I turned around and did a quick survey of the outside of the bar. I wasn't sure why it seemed so important to look around, but here I was doing it as if it had some significance. I took a deep breath and started toward the door. 

Approaching the door, it opened. The bouncer on the other side of it was holding it open for me. I smiled and thanked him as I attempted to walk in. He stopped me by firmly grabbing my arm. 

"I need to see some ID" He said.

"Oh" I giggled, "Here, sorry." I said after digging into my purse. 

He looked at the ID, then looked at me; Then after looking at the ID and seeming to examine me from head to toe he told me that there was a three dollar entrance fee. 

I paid the money and walked to the bar. I noted faces and who was doing what. I returned a few small smiles of the obviously more confident and aggressive guys in the bar. At the bar I couldn't decide if I wanted to drink beer, or "girlie" drinks. 

I looked around at the other girls in the bar. It was about an even split between fruity mixed drinks, wine coolers of some sort, and beer. I decided finally to get a beer. I thought that I'd drink that the slowest and therefore not get drunk, or as drunk as I might on something else. 

I sat on a stool and turned around facing the crowd. I remembered to flatten out my skirt almost too late, but crossing my legs I sipped my beer, wondering if anyone would approach me. 

It was strangely nerve racking. As if I was being tested, analyzed and surveyed. Quite a few of the guys made eye contact as they went from one side of the bar to the other. Some smiled, most did not. I tried to give at least a small smile to most of them whose eyes locked on mine. 

I decided to mingle a little bit. I carefully got up off the bar seat and walked toward the area where the pool tables were. I stood and watched as some people played. Some seemed very good. Most didn't seem much better than me, and I'm pretty bad.

As I stood and watched someone came from almost behind me and asked if I wanted to play. I turned and looked at him. He was smiling and holding a pool stick. He was good looking, in good shape and waiting for an answer. 

I giggled again, "I'm not very good" I confided. 

"That's fine, it's just something to do." He told me.

I thought of my skirt and how it would surely expose me if I bent over to shoot pool. That was my mother talking though, tonight my slut's desire to be released was in charge. 

"Sure, why not then. Just don't beat me too badly." I said playfully. 

He let out a laugh and said, "I won't, do you want another beer before we start?" 

I looked at my still half full beer. "Yeah sure, thanks." I accepted.

After a few minutes he was back. He placed money in the machine and the balls dropped. As he set them up in the triangle he asked my name.

"Jenn" I told him smiling. 

"Doug" he told me without my asking. 

After setting the balls up, he asked if he could break. After seeing it was fine with me he hit the balls and they spread out. He was pretty good. He got 2 balls in before it was my turn. As I bent over the table I was painfully aware that anyone looking could either see straight down my shirt or from behind up my skirt. 

I missed and Doug came to the table to shoot again. Conversation started to flow and we introduced ourselves to each other in more detail. He told me about where he was from, what his major was, what he liked to do, all kinds of things that, to be honest, I really didn't care about. I answered his questions as he answered his own. I would normally enjoy this. Getting to know someone is usually quite fun. 

Twice more I shot, once having to bend over the table for a long reach with my back directly toward where he was sitting. I had no doubt that he was able to stare directly at my panties. To be honest it was a bit of a turn on knowing that he could. 

He was finished with his beer when he won. He asked if I wanted to play again. I agreed to one more game, and again he offered me a beer. I told him this time that I thought that I was ok, still having about three quarters of the one he had bought for me. He handed me a dollar and asked if I could "rack" while he got himself a beer. 

The machine ate the dollar and the balls fell again. I took out the triangle and placed all of the balls in it. I knew there was supposed to be an order, but I didn't know what that order was. I figured he could fix it if he wanted and took the triangle off the table. 

The bar was a bit more crowded now and Doug took a bit longer to return this time. When he did come back he was holding out another bottle of beer for me. 

"It's getting crowded, I figured you might want another one and not have to stand in line." He told me. 

I took the bottle from him and thanked him, smiling at his thoughtfulness. 

"I don't think I set them up right." I told him. 

"That's OK, it doesn't really matter." He said as he got ready to smash the white ball. 

We talked as we played. Again I exposed myself to him and the rest of the bar as I shot the ball. I was aware of people watching during this game but didn't let on that I knew. It was quite a rush I have to admit. 

After he got the 8 ball in he asked if I wanted to go to another bar that he knew. He told me that it was a bit quieter and easier to talk. I honestly didn't want to go to another bar. I'd have rather just gone back to his place. After a pause I accepted his offer and we walked out of the bar together. I felt him place his arm around my waist as we walked. I made no attempt to stop him. 

He led me to a car and made his way to open the door for me, but instead backed me up against the car door and looked at me. I wondered what went through guy's heads at this point in relationships. "To kiss or not to kiss" I joked to myself in my head. This brought a smile to my face and apparently was the permission that he was looking for. 

He leaned into me and kissed me on my mouth. I didn't move away, instead I parted my lips and let him explore my mouth with is tongue as I felt his hand going up my side and then cupping my breast briefly before he ended the kiss and opened the door.

As I sat in the passenger seat I almost couldn't believe what I was doing. I managed to touch up my lipstick real fast before he was able to get into the driver's seat. 

He told me the place wasn't far as he turned the ignition. As he drove we chatted and eventually his hand found it's way to mine and he interlocked his fingers with mine. He was quite confident I thought. I began to wonder if he was older than I thought. I didn't remember any college guys being this self-assured. 

We arrived at the bar and he pulled into the parking lot behind it. Once parked with the engine off and lights out, he leaned over and we kissed again. This one lasted longer and he held my head in one hand as the other softly cupped my breast. 

I didn't stop him. Just allowing him to do what he wanted. Letting myself be the slut that I wanted to be. I wondered how far he'd want to go behind a bar. The kissing paused for a second and I glanced down and saw that my skirt had ridden up on me. I began to try to adjust it but Doug stopped me by kissing me and then reaching between my thighs and gently tracing his finger against my panties. 

Just letting a man who I had just met touch me there was a turn on for me. I didn't try to stop him, and in fact made it easier for him by opening my legs and leaning back, pushing my butt to the front of the seat. 

This encouraged him to seek the waistband and slip his fingers under it. They wiggled their way down until they found my sex. Spreading my outer lips apart they pressed deeper until they released my lubricants. 

He held my head with his free hand, his thumb in front of my ear, his fingers behind it on my neck. He pulled my juices up to my clit and circled his finger around it slowly. I let out a soft moan as I felt the pleasure shoot through me. 

When he heard that he stopped kissing me. Instead he looked into my eyes, still circling my clit with his finger. I was embarrassed by him looking at me as I tried to not let my face contort from the good feelings he was giving me. 

"Kiss me." I told him after a minute of his staring. 

He did start to kiss me, but to my disappointment he pulled his hand out from my panties. I felt his hand rising, and soon I felt him pushing the finger he had used to pleasure me into my mouth. 

"Suck on it" he told me. 

I'd have never done this before. Under normal circumstances I'd have told him that it was disgusting and would have refused. Tonight I didn't even hesitate. I took his finger into my mouth and started to suckle it. I let my cheeks collapse in as I sucked on it, knowing that he was testing my willingness.

His hand found mine and guided it to his leg. I knew what he wanted, but hesitated being in a parking lot. He pushed my hand toward his crotch, trying to encourage me as he pulled his finger from my mouth. 

He started to kiss me again and I unsnapped his jeans and pulled his zipper down. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I reached into his pants and took his cock into my hand. 

"Ahh, that feels good." He whispered. 

I stroked him with my hand for a minute as we kissed. It wasn't long before he was gently pushing my head down, wanting me to go down on him. I gave my first hint of resistance when he did this. I was still worried about being in a parking lot. 

He didn't give up, instead he pushed me down harder and this time I gave in. I leaned down into his lap, and took him into my mouth. As soon as I did, he asked if I wanted to skip the bar and just head back to his place. 

I stopped to answer but he caught me and pushed me back down. 

"Don't stop, your mouth feels too good." He said. 

It was a corny line. I wanted to roll my eyes at him, but of course couldn't being in is lap. 

He asked me again if I wanted to go back to his place. I managed to nod with him still in my mouth.

As I bobbed my head up and down sucking at him I felt the car begin to move. I wiggled my tongue over his shaft as I sucked at the head of his cock. I felt him resting his hand on my head as it moved up and down. I started to go faster sucking gently I felt him grabbing my hair but not pulling it. It was encouraging, knowing that he was enjoying what I was doing. 

"Yeah, that's it, Ohhh, that feels good." He said in a raspy voice. 

I let my mouth engulf his cock running my tongue back and forth across his shaft as his head pressed into the back of my mouth. I breathed him in, smelling his musk. He smelled good, and it turned me on. I pulled my head up wanting to tell him that how aroused I was getting, but he pushed me down. 

"Don't stop." He said sternly. 

I didn't stop again, instead letting his cock slide between my lips as they moved up and down. He grabbed my hair again, harder this time. I figured he was getting close and wanted to stop, but he was alternating pushing my head down on him and pulling it up with my hair.

He started to spasm in my mouth, and once more I tried to stop but he held me down as he began to empty into my mouth and throat. He was moaning and I decided to just let him come since most of it had already gotten into my mouth anyway. I sucked on him as he shot his semen. I felt him pressing my head down and I began to gag slightly. As I gagged some of his come leaked out of my mouth and down my chin. 

He was done, and I sucked once more as I let his cock slip from between my lips. I looked at him, his come still in my mouth. I knew he wanted me to swallow as I looked at him. He nodded slightly confirming what I thought. I looked into his eyes and swallowed his come. 

"Why don't you give me your phone number while I'm thinking about it." He said. 

I dug in my purse and found a pen and old receipt to write on. I jotted my name and number and handed it to him.

"Thanks, for the number, and the blowjob. I'll call you tomorrow. I have to get home." He said.

I was confused; I thought we were going back to his place. I looked around a bit disoriented and found that we were parked outside of the bar we started at. 

"What? I thought we were going to your place." I said with obvious hurt and confusion.

"Sorry, change of plan. I gotta get home." He repeated.

"You have to get out" he said after a long pause.

I got out of the car and he drove away as I closed the door. People who were standing outside of the bar were looking at me and whispering. It seemed as if people knew what had been going on in the car. Suddenly I remembered. I used my hand to wipe my chin, and wiped the sperm on my skirt looking around humiliated as people laughed to each other. 

I headed up the street to the gas station to call a cab. I cried as I rode, knowing now that it wasn't a fantasy to be a slut anymore. It was now a reality. 

I showered and got ready for bed both proud of myself and ashamed. I'd likely never hear from that guy again and that was both a relief and a reassurance that what I did was in fact slutty. Once in bed I resisted the urge to masturbate, deciding that a slut like me didn't deserve that pleasure. 

Saturday was largely routine. I spent most of the day either not thinking about the night before, or trying to not think about it. When it did come to the front of my mind, I felt myself getting turned on and pushed those feelings away. It would be a while before I had the courage to do something like that again. 

In the early evening the phone rang. It didn't even occur to me that it could be Doug at the other end as I picked it up. 

"Hello." I said in my usual happy voice. 

"Hi!" I heard through the phone. "It's Doug."

After my hesitation he continued, "We met at the bar last night." 

"I remember, I guess I just didn't expect to hear from you." I admitted, regretting it as soon as it slipped from my lips. 

"Oh, well, I'm going to this party tonight and I thought I'd stop by your place first." He said kind of waiting for permission. 

"Well, ah, what time?" I asked.

"I dunno, around 8:30 or 9 sound ok?" Doug wondered. 

"OK" I agreed.

I gave him my address and we hung up the phone. As soon as the handset was in the cradle I began to search for something to wear. I wondered how I'd act tonight as I searched. I finally decided that I'd dress a bit more conservative, but still be the slut that he met the night before. I was excited as I got ready. 

The doorbell rang at around 8:15 and I wasn't ready yet. I opened the door and invited him in while I finished. 

He looked me over and said, "Wow, you look awesome tonight."

I smiled blushing slightly, "Thanks."


Her Inner Slut Ch. 01



The slap, slap, slapping sound that two naked bodies having sex filled the room. Heather a lovely young woman of twenty-nine cries, moans and shrieks in pleasure as her husband Tom humps her doggy style.

"Oh yeah, baby, fuck me like a bitch!" Heather screamed as she felt her husband's cock sliding in and out of her fuck hole. It even felt like the tip was trying to work its way into her womb. She loved fucking and being taken doggy style was one of her favorite positions. Kneeling with her ass sticking up, her back arched and her head buried in a pillow she felt like a bitch in heat.

With ever increasing intensity Tom humped up against her tight ass; she was his for the taking and using. This was Tom's favorite position, too. He enjoyed the view of his cock thrusting into his wife's cunt as he controlled and dominated her sexually. 

Heather raised her head and glanced into a mirror and watched her loving husband taking her and fucking her savagely. He looked like a porn star doing some slut and it made her feel like one as well. She remembered her mom once commented to her in disgust on a picture she found in one of her dad's porno magazine of a woman being fucked doggy style. "Only sluts let men do them this way. Your dad has been trying for years to do me like this. I don't understand why he wants to use me like some dirty slut."  

Her mother made doggy style sound dirty and nasty, something a good girl wouldn't even do with her husband. As she grew up and went off to school Heather was exposed to lots of sex talk on every kinky subject imaginable, and she unlike her mother could hardly wait to be taken doggy style. 

Being taken doggy style was impersonal. There was no eye contact between lovers nor tenderness just hard ass pounding fucking. In a most unlady like posture she had to kneel with her ass sticking up so she could be mounted and used by a faceless man. It could be anyone behind her she thought and many times she would fantasize about different men she knew.

Sweat was beading over Tom's body his mind focused on just ramming his cock in and out of her cunt. As his orgasm approached he began to feel that familiar tingling sensation in his cock. Soon he would cry out in pleasure as he flooded her fuck hole with cum. 

"You like how I am fucking you, bitch?" Tom would snarl, asking her like she was nothing more than a slut for his use. Knowing the answer was a yes he humped her even harder and faster. He loved and cherished his wife, the mother of his two children, but now all he cared about was the pleasure he was getting and taking from her body. 

"What would your mom say if she saw you like this? She'd think you're nothing but a dirty slut." Tom liked reminding Heather what her mom would think of her if she knew the nasty, dirty things she did and enjoyed doing in bed.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me like a bitch, baby, fuck your dirty slut bitch hard. Yeah, my mom would say I am nothing but a dirty fucking slut for enjoying being used this way, and she'd be correct. Now, keep fucking me with that big hard cock of yours. Use me, baby, use me, this slut you're married to wants it hard and deep. Fuck, fuck, fuck me . . . " Heather yelled back as she humped back at Tom's ramming cock. 

Likewise, Heather was boiling in wanton desire. She loved being taken and used as if she were nothing more than a cunt, but her husband's cock could not take any more pleasure from her cunt than it gave. This wasn't soft romantic love making. Rather it was down and dirty fucking between two horny people focused on what they were getting or taking from the other.

"I am going to give you another tickle after I cum in you! You like me to lick you some more? Make you cum with my tongue? Tom panted as he thought about licking her cum filled cunt. 

Tom loved to see his cum oozing from his wife's cunt and the idea of licking it from the folds and lips as it leaked from her drove him wild and ever closer to coming.

This time he told him self over and over he would do it. He'd fill her cunt with cum, slide under and between her legs, reach up grab her ass cheeks and pull that gooey, sloppy hole to his face and mouth. 

Putting fantasy and erotic imagery together with reality is many times difficult. What you desire and want while fully aroused diminishes and evaporates with orgasm. The relaxing warmth of nude body against nude body takes the place of intense carnal desires, tastes and pleasures. Tom wanted to lick their love juices out of her cunt; it was a major fantasy for him and something he jacked off to regularly as he read erotic stories. But after cuming, the desire for sex of any kind instantly gave way to the joys of after glow.

With a load groan Tom cried out, oh, fuck, fuck I am cuming in you, bitch! I am filling your nasty, dirty cunt full of cum."

Heather cried back, "Yes, yes, fill your dirty slut's cunt." Heather felt Tom's hands tighten around her waist she knew he was there and that she would soon feel his thick warm cum spewing inside her, coating the walls of her fuck hole. 

With his cock buried deep inside her he shook and moaned as he once again emptied his sperm filled cum into the depths of his bride. Falling forward he forced her body to the mattress. Now, he was lying atop of her holding her tightly wrapping his arms and legs about her body as he convulsed in orgasmic pleasure. 

As his orgasm subsided, he rolled onto his side pulling her with him. Now, they lay together like two spoons as his cock softened and slowly withdrew from her. Heather not wanting to loose this most intimate of connections would gently clinch her ass cheeks trying to hold him inside her. As he finally slipped free they both could feel the wetness of their fuck juices as the cool air wafted over them causing them to evaporate.

Holding her tightly, he would gently caress her soft skin using his hands on her upper body and ass as his feet and legs rubbed against hers. He would take a tit into his hand and gently squeeze and knead it, while gently kissing her neck telling her he loved her. With his legs curled around her he hugged her tightly, something Heather enjoyed after sex. She felt safe needed and loved by his tender affection. At this point Tom always ceased using her like a man would use a whore and would demonstrate his tender love for her.

As he laid holding Heather, he thought about her cunt full of cum ready and available for him to lick. But again that kinky erotic desire had drifted away with his orgasm. After several minutes of gentle caressing Tom lifted himself and knelt between her legs looking down at her well fucked pussy and the gooey messy he left in her. He gently fingered her, pleased with the copious load of cum he deposited. He tried to overcome his after glow disinterest with no success. Slowly, before getting up he leaned down to her cunt lips and kissed them.

Heather ever observant knew her husband wanted to lick her cunt after cuming in it, but all he would ever do is give her cunt a quick lick or kiss. He would always ask her if she wanted him to while he fucked her or he would just tell her he was going to do it, but he never did. She loved having her pussy licked, that's how she got off. The idea of an after fuck pussy licking turned her on. Her husband was a good pussy licker and before fucking her he would go down on her and give her several orgasms with his mouth and tongue. Even once he began fucking he would repeatedly go back down on her.

"Tom, why don't you lick me some more?" she finally asked as she gently fingered her creamy pussy. "You always tell me you are after we fuck, but you never do."

Tom sat back down between her open legs and he watched her finger the oozing goo bubbling from her fuck hole. He grimaced slightly, took a breath and said, "I want to, it's all I think about just before cuming in you. But, once I cum my intense sex drive and desire evaporates. It's so frustrating wanting something and losing the desire for it once it's available."

Then with out fully thinking Tom said, "I wish there was some way of filling your cunt with cum before I cum, when I am still fully aroused."

Heather smiled and giggled slightly as she continued fingering her gooey fuck hole. "How could you do that? It would take at least a half hour before you would be ready again and by that time our juices would have all leaked out."

Then with carefully chosen words Heather continued, "Maybe we need to get some stud to do me first so my pussy would be nice and full of fresh fuck juices."

Tom was stunned at her suggestion. His wife had never spread her legs for another man or expressed any interest in doing so. A virgin on her wedding night she was brought up with very strict sexual morals. While, she wasn't a prude about sex she always viewed sex as something a husband and wife did exclusively.

"You'd do that for me?" Tom asked as he gently stroked her inner thigh. Not only did Tom fantasize about cream pie he had many fantasies about his wife fucking other men and Heather was well aware of those fantasies, too. 

"Not, just for you." Heather answered in a assertive tone. "All my sisters have been with more than one man. Even my sexually repressed mom has had two men between her legs. I'd like to know what it would be like to have another man's cock in my mouth and pussy, to taste him and feel his tongue on my clit. Not that you don't satisfy me I just want to know what it would feel like to have someone else do me." Heather explained as Tom continued starring down at her sloppy cunt.

"You probably think I am some kind of closet slut, now." Heather said as she covered her face with her hands in mock embarrassment.

Tom looked down at his beautiful naked bride, seemingly embarrassed at her confession of wanting to spread her legs for another man. But, she knew she had nothing to fear or be embarrassed about. She knew what her husband's response would be. "No, Heather, I don't think you're some kind of closet slut just surprised at your change of mind. I've suggested threesomes several times over the years and you said it would be sinful." 

She knew he wouldn't be disgusted with her desire. Her hands now hid a mischievous grin. Heather had been thinking and fantasizing about fucking other men for several months she just didn't know how to introduce the idea. Slowly, she lowered her hands from her face back down to her pussy. "Well your right it would be sinful, but you once told me that you wouldn't see a threesome as adultery because you'd be consenting to my fucking someone else. It wouldn't be unfaithfulness if we wanted to do this together." Heather recounted her husband's self serving rationalization for a threesome.

"Your sister's have all fucked other guys besides their husbands? Tom questioned with lured interests. "How did you find out about all their conquests?

"Well at our last sister get together we all drank a little too much and many secrets were told, Tom, including how talented you are with your tongue, the sex videos we've made together and our fucking in hotel swimming pools. But, when it came time to sharing how many men we'd been with I came up last. All of my sister's are sluts in comparison to my experience. Every one of them has fucked at least three other men besides their husbands. " Heather complained. "Marla, I mean she is a slut! She's been fucked by thirty different cocks." Heather continued revealing her sister's sex secrets.

"Thirty different guys? Marla is a definitely a fucking slut. I wouldn't mind being thirty-one." Tom said astonished that one of his strictly brought up sisters was a certifiable slut. 

"Tom!" Heather said with a mocking tone of disgust to her voice. "She's my sister how could you possibly fuck my sister?" Tom just smiled and said, "The same way you fuck any woman, get between her legs put it in and fuck her full of cum." Heather smiled and shook her head at Tom's crassness.

"So you told them about the hotel pools, the video tapes and how much you like my oral sex technique?" Tom asked in amused surprise. Then adding, "Did you also tell them how much you like to suck cock?

Heather smiled coyly and asked, "You like me sharing that kind of information?"

"Yeah, I like you sharing as long as they share, too. I've always been curious about their sex lives. All of your sister's are fucking hot. Knowing that they have spread their legs for guys other than just their husbands makes them even hotter." Tom explained.

"From talking to my sisters none of their husbands take care of them orally like you do me." That disclosure made him smile in prideful satisfaction. "Also, your cock is bigger than any of their husbands." Tom really liked to hear that.

"I think they're all a little envious of the way you lick pussy and how big you are. But, I am envious at how many cocks they've had." Heather added.

"All my sisters told me I needed to expand my experience and get laid by another guy or two." Heather said.

"Another guy or two, you mean they were encouraging you to be unfaithful and fuck around?" Tom asked shocked that his strictly brought up sisters were encouraging his wife to cheat on him.

"That's right, that's just what they were suggesting. They told me to loosen up and answer the call of my inner slut." Heather smiled and laughed at the notion she had some kind of inner slut.

"So you have some guy in mind?" Tom asked, hoping that she may have already taken a lover into their bed. This was turning him on big time. His wife was at last open to a threesome. Eating cream pie and sharing his wife with another man were Tom's top two fantasies. He smiled as he looked down on her imaging for a moment he was watching another man's cum leaking from her fuck hole. 

"No, no one in particular comes to mind. How about you finding some guy you think I'll like and someone you'd be comfortable with, seeing that you'll be licking his cum from my cunt." Heather asked as if it were normal for a wife to ask her husband to find someone for her to fuck.

This talk of threesomes and cream pie was getting Tom worked up, he could hardly wait to get on line with some swinger sites. But now his mind, eyes and sexual appetite were returning and his wife's cunt was full of cum. 

Heather continued fingering herself coaxing more cum from her fuck hole. For the past several minutes Tom had been playing with his cock. Heather seeing his renewed arousal said, "Tom, I want you to lick my pussy clean." This wasn't a request Heather was telling Tom what she wanted and expected from him. 

Not waiting for him to go down on her or change his mind, Heather grabbed his arm and pulled him down beside her. "Time to clean your slut's cunt," Heather said in an uncharacteristically domineering tone. Quickly she straddled Tom's face.

"Open your mouth I want to drain this cum in my cunt into your mouth." Heather said as she looked down on her husbands his eyes full of excited anticipation. Tom watched as a large thick dollop of creamy white cum oozed out. It slowly began to slip off her cunt lips till it fell into his waiting mouth.

Heather watched excitedly as the first dollop of cum dropped. "You like that don't you? Heather asked as she enjoyed the dominate role she had assumed. "Well let's put that mouth and tongue to work." Heather then pressed her gooey pussy to Tom's face.

"Now, lick me clean, Tom. Show me you really want to clean cum from my pussy." 

Tom didn't disappoint her this time, he eagerly began licking, sucking and swallowing the cum he had deposited in her.

"That's it, Tom, lick it all up. Do you think you can clean a stranger's cum out of me? Heather asked as she pushed down harder wanting her husband to get every drop. 

Tom mumbled unintelligently till his wife lifted her pussy from his mouth. "Yes, I want to clean you up after some stranger fills you. I want to watch you be a total slut with some guy." Tom said in a gasp his mouth glistening with fuck juices.

Heather continued looking down at her husband licking her clean and as he licked she began to feel an orgasm building. "Oh, baby your making your slut cum again. I love having you lick my pussy clean, you'll be doing this often, lover." Heather said as she tilted her head back and with a loud scream she enjoyed yet another orally administered orgasm.

Tom couldn't believe what was happening. His wife was making him lick his cum from her cunt and was asking him to find her a lover. She was using him for her pleasure like a man would use a slut. She wasn't making love to him she was just using him to get off on as he had used her many times.

Her orgasm subsided and she looked down at her husband. His face smeared with cum and pussy juice. She liked how it looked and how it felt taking control and dominating him. She now partially knew and understood the pleasure a man must have when he cums on a woman's face or in her mouth. 

"Aroused or not, lover, from now on you will lick my pussy clean after you or any other man cums in it. You like treating me and using me like a slut when we fuck. You like making me lick my pussy juices off your cock, take your cum into my mouth and swallow it. Well I like it when you treat me like a slut. But, I also want to make you do things. So before you cum you'll be in control, but after you'll be my slut and you will do as I ask. Heather informed her husband.

Tom smiled big, "okay, slut, I'll go with that arrangement. Your cunt is clean of fuck juices. Now, slide your fucking ass down, bitch, and fuck my cock."

Heather turned and looked over her shoulder and sure enough Tom's cock was hard again. 

"Okay, lover, I'll fuck your cock, but be ready to lick my pussy clean again." Heather chided as she slide down Tom's body.

She slipped in easily and with urgency she began fucking him. After several minutes of none stop humping of her ass Heather fell across her husband's body panting. Tom rolled her over onto her back and began fucking her hard and fast. Having already cum Tom's staying power was greatly increased. Heather was quickly screaming and crying loudly to be fucked harder and faster and Tom did not disappoint her bringing her to another explosive climax.

"You're such a slut, Heather, a fucking slut." Tom whispered in her ear. Then he continued his hard fast thrusting till his orgasm built up to the point of no return. Quickly, Tom pulled out and positioned his cock at Heather's mouth. "Open your fucking mouth, slut, I want to fill it with cum."

Obediently, Heather opened her mouth and watched her husband jacking himself in eager anticipation of receiving his warm thick cum into her mouth. It didn't take long and Tom groaned and with his cock resting on her tongue he shot a nice load straight into her mouth.

Spent Tom collapsed along side his wife panting and sweating profusely. He looked over at his wife's mouth it was open and he could see is cum in it. Then with a little smirk on her face she rolled over and kissed Tom forcing his mouth open so they could snow ball his cum.

Tom's eyes widen in surprise as he felt his cum flowing into his mouth. Heather swallowed and licked her lips smugly, "Okay, lover, swallow your portion. I almost gave it all to you, but it tasted so good I kept some for my self."

Tom smiled and swallowed.



Her Inner Slut Ch. 01



His hands were on my waist and he was looking at me. I met his eyes as he leaned in to kiss me. As soon as our lips met his hands moved up and over my breasts. I didn't try to stop him, letting him grope them. 

As he kissed me, he backed me up to the couch until I fell back on it. He supported me, easing me down gently on my back. Once on the couch, his hands were up my skirt and pulling on my panties. At first I resisted but after him trying a second time I let him take them off. 

Once they were off he lifted my skirt and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled them down to his knees and leaned over me. He didn't even kiss me as he entered me. Instead he lifted my legs over his shoulders and pressed painfully deep into my sex making me cry out. 

"You're hurting me." I told him.

He didn't seem to care, instead he pushed harder and I cried out again. He held me down as he fucked me. With each thrust I cried out in pain but unable to stop him, I had to endure. 

He finally pulled out of me and I closed my eyes trying to regain my composure I felt his come hitting my face and the font of my blouse. I opened my eyes to see him jerking himself off as he came. I saw a stream coming toward my face and I closed my eyes just as it landed on my eyelid of my left eye. 

He got up and let me pull my skirt down as he fixed his own pants. I looked down at myself with my one good eye to see my blouse stained with his come. I looked at him feeling sluttier than I had ever felt in my life. I felt the come dripping down my face as he used his thumb to wipe it. I was disgusted as he pushed his thumb into my mouth wiping his semen on my lips. 

I moved my hand to wipe my face and lips, but he stopped me telling me to lick them. I looked at him, shaking my head no as I begged with my eyes. I saw his look and just decided to lick my lips as he wanted. I also sucked his jizz off his thumb reluctantly. 

"I have to clean up" I told him.

"I know." He said as he finished buttoning his jeans. 

I went into the bathroom and washed my face. It only took a few minutes, but when I returned to the living room he wasn't there. I went to my bedroom, thinking maybe he decided to explore. He wasn't there. 

I looked outside and saw him getting into his car and driving off. I was mortified for a minute, but then hot with anger. That fucking bastard came here, fucked me and then just left. He didn't even say good-bye. Fucking asshole!

I went to my bed and laid down as the tears started to roll down my face. I lay there, curled up like a baby crying. I kept hoping he'd come right back, but as the digital clock turned from 8:41 to 8:42 I knew he wasn't going to. 

I cried to myself for the next fifteen minutes, wondering why I wanted to do what I was doing, wondering why it turned me on so much. He had come over just to fuck me. As I thought back and replayed the phone conversation in my head I realized that he had never said he was taking me to the party, only that he had one to go to, and would stop by. 

This realization made me cry even harder. He planned to come over here, fuck me, and then leave. He thought little enough of me to think I'd be willing to do such a thing, and he was right. He thought of me as a slut, and I didn't disappoint. Tears still falling from my eyes, I eventually fell asleep. 

My doorbell was ringing, and someone was pounding on the door. I was half awake now, my brain just figuring out what the noise was when I heard my phone ringing. I rolled out of bed and headed to the door. Once at it I looked out the peep hole to see Doug standing with 2 other guys. 

"What do you want?" I asked through the door. 

"I brought a few friends and some beer. Thought we could come in and hang out for a while. The party sucked." He shouted at the closed door. 

I looked at the floor trying to figure out why I was actually thinking about letting him in. After a minute I decided that I'd give him one more chance to at least be decent to me. I thought that I could be a slut with him and not be treated like a dog. 

Opening the door I looked at him angrily. He was with two other guys, each holding a 12 pack of beer. Once they were inside he introduced them as Andrew and Chris. They each shook my hand gently and seemed nice enough. After the introduction they asked if they could put the beer in my refrigerator. 

I put the radio on and cleared some mail and other papers I had on the kitchen table. While I was doing that I asked if they'd rather go in the living room and watch TV. They opted for the kitchen, within easy reach of the beer I guessed to myself. 

After a few minutes, and me finally settling down to a beer offered to me, we began to talk. They asked what my major was, and I had to admit that I was out of college. They didn't seem too put off by this, and conversation continued on varied uninteresting topics. 

I tried to act interested, but I don't think I did a great job of it. After a few minutes Andrew suggested that we play some kind of game. Doug shouted out that we should play strip poker to which I gave him a dirty look. His second choice was Truth or Dare, to which I also shot down. 

Andrew suggested that we play quarters. I hadn't played that game since high school and thought it might be fun so agreed. It took me a few minutes to find a shot glass, but eventually I found it in the back of my cabinet. 

"OK, just to brush up on the rules. You bounce the quarter off the table. If it goes into the shot glass you tell someone to drink. If you miss then you drink. If you are able to get 3 in a row into the shot glass you make a rule. Rules last until the end of the game and there is no way to retract them." Andrew explained quickly. 

The guys had fished in their pockets for quarters to use. Once 3 were found we began to play. I was allowed to go first but ended up drinking. 

The game went around once before any rules were made. Each time someone got the quarter into the shot glass they assigned the drink,. "Andrew, Drink!" And "Chris, Drink!" Where heard throughout the kitchen. On Andrew's second turn he was able to make a rule. 

"My first rule will be one of my favorites for this game. No Drink, Drank or Drunk." He said with a smile. 

I had played this game before and it was a popular rule. You can't tell people to drink anymore, you have to point, nod, elbow or find some other way to indicate who must drink some of their beer. A favorite alternate term back home was always, "consume." 

We laughed as we played and Doug consistently told people to "drink" I was having a good time. A few other rules were put into place. No cursing, no pointing, no drinks on the table, meaning we had to hold them at all times. This also led to more drinking, which of course was the point. 

Andrew had to think of another rule and seemed to be thinking for an extended period of time. His friends were getting antsy. Finally he made the rule that since it was my apartment, I should be allowed to be a good hostess and get beer for anyone who was empty. A fairly simple rule I thought and not too big of a deal. I agreed playfully joking about how he was making me a waitress in my own house. 

Other rules were put into place. Mine was no elbows on the table. So now you had to hold your drink constantly while not resting your elbows. Chris made a rule that after each drink you had to ask the person who assigned it, "Thank you sir (or ma'am) may I have another." If that person wanted, they could make you have one more drink. 

About once every five to ten minutes I was up getting one of us a fresh beer. I didn't mind as it got me to walk around a bit more and able to know how drunk I was getting. As I was getting a drink for Andrew I heard the quarter pinging into the shot glass and knew he was about to make another rule. As I handed him his beer he looked at me with what can only be described as a "wicked smile."

"What?" I asked as I held out the beer to him. 

"My rule is.....that whenever you're going to get up from the table, you have to ask ME for permission." He said with a happy grin. 

"Ask you for permission? OK." I said.

"You'll ask like this, Sir, may I get Chris a beer?" he said with a straight face.

"Sir huh?" I said sarcastically. 

Andrew nodded and the game went to it's former pace with the exception of me asking my permission to get everyone refills. The game went on like this, rule after rule, each one sillier than the next. Eventually the guys had to hold their beer up in the air and say, "By the power of Greyskull, I HAVE THE POWER" before each drink of beer. 

Doug held up his beer, "By the power of Greyskull, I HAVE THE POWER" He then drank a few sips, looked at Chris and said, "Thank you sir, may I have another."

Chris answered while laughing hysterically, "You may."

Again, Doug held his drink up and repeated the lines. No one could continue playing since we were all laughing too hard to continue. The game was ended and we all put our beers on the table and relaxed for a few minutes. 

For some time I sat there having to pee, thinking. Then I looked up at Andrew and asked, "Sir, may I go to the bathroom?"

We were all pretty drunk by this time and everyone including myself laughed. Thankfully he gave his permission and I excused myself to use the toilet. 

When I got back to the kitchen I cleaned up a bit, putting all the empty bottles on the sink. I washed down the table and emptied the ashtrays. They continued talking and making fun of each other. Once I was done I told them they were all welcome to find a place to sleep and stay till morning. I even went as far as to demand that they stayed, and threatened to not allow them to return if they did drive home. I excused myself, telling them I was drunk enough and was going to bed. 

I fell asleep quickly, mostly due to the strong buzz I had. I can't say how long I was in bed when Doug came into the bedroom. He came to the side of my bed and asked if it was ok if he slept in here. I sleepily told him it was fine and he got undressed and under the covers with me. 

"You really did look great when I got here earlier." He whispered as he cuddled up next to me. 

I was fully awake at this point but pretended to be sleeping. I half expected and half wanted an apology. 

"You were great to let us party here tonight." He said softly as his hand cupped my right breast. 

My nightshirt was loose fitting and his hand slipped under it easily. He teased my nipple as I pretended to either be sleeping or passed out. I wondered if he'd just fuck me if I didn't move. 

He didn't wait long in slipping his hand down under my pajama bottoms and panties. Finding my sex he spread me open as I moaned, finally letting him know I was awake. I rolled off my side and onto my back, opening my legs slightly to allow him easier access.

"That feel good?" he asked as his finger circled my clit.

I nodded, "Yes."

"Say it louder for me." He coaxed

"Yes!, that feels good." I said a bit louder.

He lifted my shirt up over my head and threw it aside. He kissed me softly before moving his mouth to my nipples. He sucked them gently as he used his hand to push my pants down. 

Once they were off his fingers pushed inside of me roughly sliding them in and out of my sex. He looked at me as he plunged his fingers in and out, fucking me with them. I moaned involuntarily as he watched my face contort.

"You want me to fuck you?" He asked flatly.

I nodded that I did.

'Say it then." He said with authority. 

"Fuck me." I said softly embarrassed to say those words. 

"No, say it louder." He demanded.

"Fuck me!" I said at almost a normal talking volume.

He jammed his fingers into me, making me grunt and wheeze. He was hurting me, stretching me painfully. I arched my back hoping to press my clit into his hand, the pain felt good in a strange sort of way. I opened my eyes and saw him hovering over me, just watching as he used his hand to fuck me. 

"Fuck me! Please, Fuck me!" I Shouted loud enough that I was sure that his friends heard. I was so turned on I'd have done it again even louder if he asked me to. 

He got on top of me and guided himself into my sex. I looked up at him with my eyes half open moaning as he split me with his hard cock. I latched my legs around him as I pulled his chest against mine with my arms. 

I pushed my hips out pressing my clit against his pelvic bone. I squeezed him with both my legs and arms as he thrust in and out of me. I moaned into his ear as I felt my orgasm getting closer. 

"Don't stop." I whispered.

"What do you want?" he asked.

I didn't know what he meant at first. Finally, I answered, "I want to come."

"You know I want to hear you say it loud." He said while smiling at me. "I want you to be loud, and talk dirty."

"Oooohhh, I want to come, don't stop, I want to come!" I shouted louder than I wanted to.

I wanted to please him, but I also wanted him to please me. I thought if I kept going that might happen, "Fuck my pussy, Fuck it till I come!" 

I felt ridiculous saying that, embarrassed knowing I might have to face the people who could surely hear me in the morning. What would they think? They'd think I was a slut of course. 

"Oh My God." I shouted as I started to come. 'OH, YES! I'm coming!" I yelled. "I'm cumming! OHHhhhh" I shouted again. 

As I came his thrusts became erratic and he pulled out of me just in time to move up to my face where he jerked himself off, spilling his seed all over it. I opened my mouth trying to catch it. I didn't really want his come in my mouth, but I thought it might be better than in my hair and on my face. 

He didn't want it in my mouth though; he rested the tip of his cock on my eye as it shot streams of his come. It filled my eye socket then rand down the side of my face into my hair and on the pillow. 

As soon as he had finished coming he put his boxers back on and rolled over to go to sleep. I lay there wondering what to do. Should I get out of bed and clean myself up or just go to sleep? 

I rolled over wiping his come on the edge of the pillow. I closed my eyes, hoping he'd at least roll over and hold me as he fell asleep. I waited, but he didn't, instead I soon heard the soft rhythmic breathing that indicates sleep. A tear fell from my eye as I fell asleep feeling more alone at that moment than when no one was in bed with me.



Her Inner Slut Ch. 02



Repost Explanation

I am re-posting this story because, to many of you, I posted it in the incorrect category resulting in disappointing many readers. I thought about rewriting it editing out the piss play between Heather and Tom, but I have left it as is. I added piss play to give the story a different surprising twist. Let's face it these stories are very predicable and that's okay, but it's nice to have a different surprising twist to a wanking story. Chapter 3 will have this couple having a threesome and it also will have piss play at the end. Chapter 4 will not have piss play in it, but I bet Heather was thinking about it...

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As Morning broke and the first rays of sun light began filling the bedroom Heather and Tom were lying in bed side by side naked like two spoons. Each in a dream like state remembering what they had done together the night before. How they had pushed the enveloped and then tore the fucking thing up.

Tom was pleased with Heather's desire and willingness to be aggressive and assertive. He loved how she straddled his head and gave him no choice about licking her cunt clean of his cum, and then her willingness to have a threesome thanks to the encouragement of her slut sisters.

Heather loved how her husband was curled around her, she felt warm and loved. Her thoughts of last night also were racing through her awakening mind. Had she gone too far, after all fantasy is one thing and reality another. Did her husband really like her forcing him to lick his cum from her cunt? Then what did he really think of her wanting to have a threesome so she could experience another man's cock? Then she felt his cock stiffening between her ass cheeks. Was this a positive sign of her husband's approval or just a morning erection? 

"What's on your mind, lover, I feel something getting hard and it's pressing against my ass?" Heather asked as she wiggled it against Tom's stiffening cock.

Tom moaned and pressing his cock harder against her ass said, "I am thinking about that sweet virgin I married."

"Oh, what are you thinking?" Heather replied as she continued rolling her ass against his stiffening cock.

"Well I was." 

"Wait, before you tell me put that hard cock where it belongs." Heather then lifted her leg allowing Tom's cock access to her fuck hole. Once it was deep inside her she told him to continue telling her his thoughts about his virgin bride.

"Well I was thinking about how much I liked her making me clean her pussy of all that cum I put in it." Tom continued as he made long slow thrusts.

"I am glad you liked that. It felt really good having my pussy licked right after you finished in me. What else are you thinking?" Heather asked wanting him to confirm his willingness to let her fuck other men.

Tom slowed his thrusting then stopping he said, "I guess I'll be sharing this hole with other men very soon."

Heather squeezed her thighs together and squealed in delight that her husband was still excited about sharing her cunt.

"So you like the idea of me fucking other guys, you really want to see some guy's cock in my mouth and pussy? Are you really going to lick his cum out of my pussy?" Heather asked bubbling in excitement.

Tom pushed his cock deeply into Heather and as he held it in her he confirmed, "I can hardy wait to see you keeling in front of some guy his cock in your mouth, you lying on your back your legs spread wide like a dirty whore would so he can fuck your cunt full of cum." As Tom confirmed his kinky desires, he began to thrust more quickly and Heather responded with moans of pleasure.

Tom rolled Heather onto her belly and straddling her ass he continued his thrusting. "Very soon my love you will have other men on top of you like this and it will be their cocks in your cunt, not mine. I am going to let you experience more cocks than all the cocks your slut sisters have had combined."

Heather's hands clutched at the bed sheets as she absorbed the hard thrusts of his cock. Her mind whirling with excitement about all the cocks her husband would be bringing her to fuck. Her inner slut was awake and wanting cock.

Tom wouldn't have to fantasize much longer; his virgin bride would soon be a real slut entertaining other men's cocks in the very bed they were sharing. The harder he fucked her the more she screamed and moaned in pleasure. She always got vocal when he fucked her like this, but her intensity was increased by the prospect that she would soon be lying under another man's body as he fucked her. Now that her husband knew what she wanted she felt free to express her inner slut feelings for cock. 

Tom's thrusting slowed in an attempt to prolong the fuck, but Heather's wiggling ass would not permit it. So with one final hard thrust Tom filled his bride's cunt with yet another load of cum. 

Exhausted, Tom rolled off Heather and lay sprawled on his back next to her. Tom was panting and sweating basking in his post orgasmic after glow.

"That felt fucking good." Tom said as he tried to catch his breath. Heather rolled onto her side and looked at her husband panting. Then a mischievous smile formed on her face as she remembered what she told Tom he'd be doing with his or any other man's cum.

Leaning over onto Tom's body she curled herself around his hips. Then she took his softening cock into her mouth and began licking and sucking it clean of their fuck juice. "You like me licking your cock clean?" Heather asked.

Tom just moaned in pleasure. 

"Well, now, it's your turn to clean me." Heather said as she quickly straddled his head. Tom looked up to see Heather's gapping fuck hole oozing with cum lowering down to his mouth. "Lick me clean, Tom, lick your slut wife's cunt nice and clean."

Tom inhaled the rich aroma of her well-fucked pussy. Heather carefully lowered it down and Tom gladly began licking, and swallowing his cum.

When he finished Heather spun around so she now lay facing her husband. They looked into on another's eyes, smiled and kissed their tongues dueling playfully tasting the fruit of their fuck. 

Raising up and looking down on her husband she gave him a playful I know something you don't look. 

"What are you smiling about?" Tom finally asked.

"Oh, I was just wondering if I measured up to all your expectations of what a slut wife ought to be?" Heather asked.

"I don't understand measure up to expectations. What kind of expectations do you think I would judge you by?" Tom asked still perplexed.

"You know, do I measure up to the slut wives you've read about in those Literotica stories? Heather asked amused at the expression on her husband's face when she let him know she knew about one of his favorite porn sites.

"How do you know about Literotica?" Tom questioned.

"Oh, I stumbled onto all your hidden porn site favorites a couple of months ago. I started reading stories and I got addicted to them. I found out that your wanting to see me fuck other men was a common fantasy. In some of those stories the wife really goes cock crazy. How cock crazy do you want me to get?" Heather asked as she explained. 

"You stumbled onto all my favorite porn sites?" Tom nervously asked.

"I stumbled onto all of your favorites like, Literotica, XXNX, numerous xxx video sites, newbie nudes and others." Heather listed.

"You're not angry or upset?" Tom asked.

"No . . . , well at first I was pissed. But as I read the stories and looked at the pics on newbie nudes I found my self getting turned on and excited about all the possibilities open to me if you really wanted a slut wife. So be forewarned your wife has developed some kinky desires and fantasies, too." Heather said with a devious smile.

"Come on lets shower together." Heather said as she got up and stood beside the bed.

The two of them walked into the bathroom and Tom immediately stepped up to the toilet to take a piss.

"Wait, don't piss yet." Heather shouted.

"Why not, I have to go?" Tom said with some impatience.

"I was watching some very kinky sex on a site called 'Piss Sluts.' Does it turn you on watching a bunch of guy's pissing all over a slut's face and in her mouth?" Heather asked, her eyes looking down at Tom's flaccid cock.

"So did it turn you on to watch a slut being pissed on?" Tom turned the question back to Heather.

Heather smiled her body wiggling in nervous anticipation. "Perhaps it turned me on some. I do love watching you jacking your cock inches from my face knowing that your hot cum will be splattering all over it and in my mouth. Piss is warm and the flow would last so much longer."

Tom smiled at the prospect of pissing all over his lovely wife. Heather had a beautiful lovely face that looked incredibly beautiful and sexy with cum all over it. The idea of covering it with piss was truly erotic and something a slut would do and enjoy.

"Heather, I need to piss. Do you want me to piss on you?" Tom asked with increasing urgency." 

Heather took him by the hand and led Tom to the shower stall. She stepped in turned and faced her husband and knelt before him. Then she looked up at him and whispered, "piss on me, baby, piss on this dirty fucking slut wife."

Tom looked down at his lovely wife's face her eyes filled with expectation as she starred at the source of her pending golden shower. Smiling down at her Tom stepped into the shower stall and positioned him self so his piss stream could easily be directed over her face. 

"So my slut wants to be pissed on as well as fucked? Won't your slut sisters be shocked when you tell them you enjoying being pissed on?" Tom said with a degrading tone to his voice. 

Heather rose up so her mouth was closer to Tom's cock. The tone in Tom's voice made her feel more dirty and nasty than she had ever felt before. "Yes, please piss on me, Tom, piss on me, and piss in my mouth I want to taste it and feel it on my skin."

Tom did not leave her waiting long his hot stream spurted out into a strong stream. Tom guided the hot yellow liquid over her face, her hair and in her mouth just as she asked him to. Tom's piss stream quickly filled her mouth causing it to over flow cascading down over her tits and belly finally spattering on her thighs.

Heather looked up smiling with a slight laugh emanating from her as she would gargle and expel her husband's piss from her mouth only to be quickly refilled again and again. 

"Swallow it, slut. Swallow my piss you dirty fucking piss slut." Tom commanded in a loud degrading voice. "You like the taste of piss, slut? Tom asked as he enjoyed caring out this seemingly dirty degrading act of humiliation, "You'll have lots of piss to drink when I start bringing you home studs to fuck. Just imagine, Heather, two cocks covering you in piss." 

Heather's eyes widen as she realized that she had not only open the door to spreading her legs for other men's cocks and cum, but now she was showing her need and willingness to being a piss slut as well. The imagine of her kneeling in front of her husband and some stranger letting them degrade her by letting them piss on her excited her even more as she swallowed another mouthful of piss.

At last her husband's hot stream of piss ended its flow. Tom looked down at her, and Heather's face and body was dripping wet from his piss. Heather licked her lips and smiled as she leaned forward and took his flaccid cock into her mouth the tip of her tongue flicking away at the tip wanting one more salty drop.

Standing she looked into her husbands eyes. Her body soaked and reeking in piss she stood up and looked into her husbands eyes with a wanton pleased look in her eyes, she smiled, licked her lips and said, "Your next."

"Next!" Tom said with a confused look in his face. "I don't want to be pissed on."

Heather leaned forward and standing on tip toes so her face was in his she told her husband, "what's good for the goose is good for the gander. Any time you ask me to let you fill my mouth with cum even to swallow it I never say no. Now I have let you piss in my mouth and I have swallowed your piss as well I think you should be willing to let your wife have the same pleasure of putting part of her essence into your mouth. I think you'll like seeing my piss stream up close. Your piss was nice and warm kind of salty and not unpleasant, now please lay down on the shower floor so I can squat over you, I am just as full of piss as you were and in need of pissing." 

Tom stood with an uncertain look of apprehension. Then before he could have time to react Heather kissed him forcing her tongue into his mouth the taste and smell of his piss coating it. He tried to pull back, but Heather would not permit that till she was ready to break her kiss.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" Heather chided. "Now please lay down I want to piss so bad and I want to see my piss flowing into your mouth." Heather pleaded gently pulling Tom downward.

Reluctantly, Tom slowly got down on the shower stall floor wet with his piss. Heather quickly straddled him and lowered her pussy to within inches of his mouth and face. 

"You're going to love this, Tom; I just know you will like my piss as much as you do cum." Heather said somewhat condescendingly. 

Heather enjoyed being the compliant recipient of a her man's sexual pleasure as he filled her pussy or mouth with cum. She now found pleasure in the flow of his piss. 

Now, she was just moment's way from releasing the flow of her own piss into her husband's mouth. She was about to experience the pleasure of being the degrader the dominant provider of bodily fluid.

Tom's mouth was slightly open his eyes were locked between Heather's open cunt lips watching and waiting for that small opening to release her flow. He looked up at her face and saw she was enjoying this reversal of roles. He was coming to know how it felt to summit to the exploiting pleasure of another. This is how she must feel as she would wait for his cum to shoot over her face.

Heather's smile broadened her eyes closed momentarily as she relaxed and her piss began to flow. Tom was surprised at the force and temperature. He turned his head involuntarily trying to escape it momentarily just as Heather would many times as his cum would begin splattering onto her face, but to no avail. Heather had him well trapped under and between her knees and thighs.

"Open your mouth, lover, open your fucking mouth and drink your slut's warm salty piss." Heather taunted and demanded.

Then to her excitement Tom's mouth opened and her piss flowed into it filling it till it over flowed down his neck.

"Now, swallow some you dirty pervert. Swallow my fucking piss." Heather continued her degrading taunts.

Tom quickly found he liked his wife's warm piss and taunts. He strained his neck so he could lick across her piss hole. Heather surprised by his sudden lunge stopped her piss flow.

"You made me stopping pissing you pervert. Now, I said swallow my piss." Heather commanded some what annoyed as she resumed her flow. Tom opened his mouth as instructed and Heather's hot piss filled it. Tom held the warm salty liquid in his mouth momentarily as her warm stream continued to flow over his face. Then as he looked at his wife's smiling face he swallowed and immediately smacked his mouth open to show he had swallowed.

As the last of her piss trickled from her she did her best to guide it all into Tom's mouth. This must be the feeling a man has as he cums in a woman's mouth she thought looking down at her husband wet face. It was a strange mixture of the physical pleasure one gets from voiding their bladder and the degrading pleasure of watching her piss stream splattering on his face. 

Slipping down his body so she could lie atop him; both of them now were soaking in each others piss. She drew close to kiss him, her husband opened his mouth showing her his mouth was still full of piss. Smiling at him she touched his lips with hers and as they kissed they passed her piss back and forth finally splitting the salty liquid so each had some to swallow.

"Umm, my piss has a nice delicate flavor to it, not as strong as yours," Heather commented. "Perhaps someday I'll enjoy having some slut piss in my mouth," Heather added to her husband's shock.

"You saying you want a bi experience?" Tom asked in total surprise at her comment.

"Why sure, honey, you're not the only one bi curious." Heather replied knowing that licking another man's cum from her cunt couldn't be his only kinky desire.

"Who says I want a bi experience?" Tom replied. "Just because I want to lick another man's cum from your cunt doesn't mean I want to do any thing else."

"I suppose that could be true, but I bet you're also curious about what it would feel like to have a cock in your mouth, maybe even have him cum in your mouth." Heather challenged.

"Perhaps your comfort level with whom ever you get to fuck me should include your sucking his cock and having him cum in your mouth." Heather continued.

Tom was dumfounded at Heather's perception of his complete fantasy. Licking another man's cum from her cunt was his main turn on, but watching and helping her suck the man's cock and receiving the cum from the source was an ever growing fantasy. 

As they showered together they soaped each other's body and shampooed each others hair. Washing each other was an erotic experience they enjoyed many times. 

Tom gently rubbed his hands over her back as she rinsed her hair. Bending over slightly Tom took the opportunity to run his hand down over her ass and between her legs. Slowly, he ran his finger up through her pussy lips stopping at her ass hole were he slipped his finger into it.

Heather gasped in surprise as she felt his finger invading her ass hole. "Your finger is in my ass hole you know?" Heather stated knowing full well her husband knew where his finger was.

"I know where my finger is, slut, when are you going to give this fucking hole up? You know from all those literotica stories that taking it in the ass is in part what makes a woman a slut." Tom reminding her as he gently fingered her ass hole.

Heather continued rinsing her hair making no effort to removing her husband's finger. When she finished she turned around and faced her husband causing his finger to slip from her ass.

"Well are you going to give up the last virgin part of you?" Tom asked again in eager expectation that all the kinky stuff they had just done would at last put her in the mood for anal sex.

"I suppose if I am going to be a complete slut I'll have to start taking it in my ass as well." Heather said 

"Now, that's what I am talking about. How about we go back to the bedroom and bust your cherry ass hole." Tom crudely suggested.

"No, I think we've have had enough kinky sex for now." Heather answered as she shut the water off. 

Tom stepped out of the shower and began drying off. "So when do you want me to do your ass?"

"What makes you think you'll be the one to fuck me in the ass first? Heather said, knowing that she had shocked him with that possibility. Wrapping her hair in a towel she stepped from the shower and stood next to Tom dripping wet.

"You don't want me to be the first to fuck you in the ass?" Tom asked somewhat confused and disappointed, after all he owned the rest of her virginity why would she not give the rest of it to him? 

"If I am to be a real slut what better way for me to loose my ass hole virginity then to have you watch some guy take it. After all any guy you invite to fuck me, I'll be just a slut to him. Won't I?" Heather explained why she was considering letting some stranger do her ass first. "Wouldn't that be something a real slut might do? Wouldn't that be real slutty?" Heather asked.

Tom let her idea float around in his head. It would be something a slut would do in front of her husband. "Heather, I think that would be something a real slut would do all right. The thought of watching some guy claiming your ass hole is driving me wild. I can hardly wait to see you give in up" Tom agreed. 



Her Inner Slut Ch. 02-03



+++++++++++PART 2+++++++++++

I woke up only a few hours later. I never slept late if I was drinking the night before. I figure it's a hangover that wakes me up, but I'm never sure exactly what it is. The clock said it was 7:55, five minutes before my alarm would have gone off on a day I had to work. It's funny how I never wake up without the alarm when I actually have to get ready to go to work. 

I was naked and I realized that the blanket wasn't over me. This didn't really concern me all that much as I rolled over to my back stretching and yawning. I didn't want to get up too quickly and have that rush of blood to my head. That would surely intensify any hangover I may be getting. 

I lay there a minute with my arms over my head before I realized that Doug should be next to me. I opened my eyes and looked to my right. The spot he had occupied was empty save for an imprint in the sheet where he recently slept. 

I yawned again, still not fully aware of my surroundings. Finally I lifted my head and looked past my feet. I saw that my bedroom door was left wide open. It took a few seconds, but it finally dawned on me that his friends had spent the night here as well. I quickly reached for the sheet and pulled it up over myself. 

"Anyone here?" I called out.

I waited a few seconds for a response but heard nothing. 

"Doug? Chris? Andrew? You guys still here?" I shouted a bit louder.

Still, empty silence of my apartment was all that could be heard. 

I sat up in bed half covered by the sheet. I let my head clear before looking around my bedroom for my robe. I'd left it hanging on my closet door and stood up to put it on. I stood next to my bed for a moment feeling a bit sick before taking the 3 or 4 steps to the closet. 

After wrapping myself in the robe I went to my dresser and grabbed the first bra and panties I found. I half walked and half staggered toward the kitchen to grab a glass of water before I got in the shower. 

Drinking the glass of water I walked toward the bathroom. Just as I was taking a big sip of the water I bumped into someone, spilling the water and dropping everything else as I shrieked and jumped in fright. 

It was Andrew and he was apologizing repeatedly. I was mildly embarrassed, mostly because I had spilled the water right down my robe. He looked a bit embarrassed himself as he stood there in his boxers trying to explain that his friends had left and he was just using the bathroom before he left as well. 

"Hey, umm, do you have any eggs by any chance? I really need to get something in my stomach." He asked. 

"Yeah, umm, I'm sure I do." I said back. 

There was an uncomfortable moment as we kind of looked at each other, each of us apparently waiting for the other to do something. 

"Lemme find them for you." I finally broke the stare with.

I headed back to the kitchen with Andrew following. I got the eggs out, found some bacon and then put out the frying pan. I looked up at him about to tell him that he should be able to handle it from there when he asked if I minded if he got dressed while I made the eggs. 

Agreeing after only a quick burst of annoyance, I put my underwear on a ball on a chair, washed my hands and started to scramble some eggs. 

"I kind of wanted to talk to you before I left anyway." Andrew shouted from the living room.

"Oh? About what?" I shouted back. 

"Well, about Doug." I heard him say over the sizzling bacon.

I felt a tinge of rage going through me at even the mention of his name. I didn't even want to think about him right now, never mind talk about him. 

"You aren't really all that attached to him yet are you?" he asked now fully dressed and walking slowly toward the table. 

"No, not really, why?" I said trying to hide my hurt. 

"Well, as I'm sure you're seeing now, he's a total ass hole as far as women are concerned." He said somewhat solemnly. 

"Yeah, so I've noticed." I said watching the bacon spit. 

"Well, he made it clear this morning that he wouldn't be calling you again." Andrew continued, "He kinda told us as he left that and I'll quote, 'we should feel free to take our turn' I just thought you should know."

"Thanks." I got out choking back a tear. 

I took the bacon off and poured on the scrambled eggs. Andrew didn't say anything for a minute.

Finally he stood up, "Look, if you want me to go I will understand, if there is anything I could have done, I would have. Are you going to be OK?" 

"Yeah, I'll be fine. It serves me right. I was looking for something with him. Something I can't really put my finger on." I was about to spill my guts to him and I wasn't sure why. "I kind of called it 'my inner slut' but, I'm never usually like that. Not the way I was with him, but it was sort of a freedom with him, not having to tell him no, not having to protect myself from his advances. I dunno." I said as tears flowed and I sniffled back my nose from running.

"Well hey; let's just talk about something else." Andrew said as he embraced me. 

We hugged for a minute and it felt really good. Andrew seemed like such a nice guy, but after what I'd just been through I was convincing myself he was just taking advantage of the situation as his friend had told him to do. 

I split the eggs up, giving him about two thirds. We sat and ate and I calmed down. The conversation started to flow again, this time about more pleasant topics. 

"So did you at least have a good time last night?" He wanted to know.

"Yeah," I smiled, "I actually did."

"Good, me too." He said as he was looking around.

"What is it?" I asked.

"You have something to drink?" He wondered out loud.

"Oh, yeah sure." I got up and poured us both some orange juice. 

Sitting back down he looked up from his food. "What did you think about having to ask permission to do everything?" 

"Oh" I giggled feeling my face redden, betraying my words. "I dunno, It was just a game." 

He was about done eating and I cleared the table, putting the dishes into the sink. Half of me wished he'd go so I could get into the shower and the other half wished he'd stay and talk. I fumbled with the dishes as I waited for him to say something letting me know what he'd do. 

"Mind if I stay for some coffee?" he finally asked.

"Yeah, sure, if you want." I said with a smile as I turned around. 

I started to make the coffee and the conversation picked up again. He asked what I did for a living. He began to tell me about some club that he was in at his school. He said that he'd like to take me there sometime, sighting that he thought I might be interested. 

"Did you like calling me sir last night?" he asked again, his voice indicating he wanted a better answer this time. 

I had no idea what to say. I didn't even know what I thought, or if I thought anything of it. 

"I don't know." I finally said. "I didn't think about it much, I just took it as part of the game." Repeating my previous lie. 

"It was, to anyone else." He said with a smirk. 

"But was it part of the game to you? Or was it a game in itself?"

I stuttered trying to answer. Nothing intelligible came out of my mouth. I checked the automatic drip coffee maker in order to not just stand still like an idiot. 

"Why did you ask me permission to use the bathroom after the game was over?" he asked. 

"I really don't know." I told him feeling my face get hot. 

"Well I think I do, and I'm going to give you one more chance to answer this in a way to let me know that I'm right. If you don't answer it the way I think you want to, I'll quit with this line of conversation and never bring it up again. If you answer it the way I think you will. The way I hope you will. Well, then we'll take it from there." He explained as I sat on the edge of my chair waiting for the coffee to be ready.

"Did you like calling me Sir last night?" He asked again after a pause. 

I thought about how he phrased everything so carefully and what it meant he wanted me to say. 

"Yes Sir, I did." I finally said.

"Do you want me to be here when you get out of the shower?" he asked as if it was the most serious question he'd ever asked. 

I felt my mind tearing in two again. Half wanting one thing and half wanting something else. I swallowed hard as I heard the coffee machine making its last gurgles.

"Yes Sir, I do want you to be here when I get out." I said while looking directly into his emerald green eyes. 

He smiled and nodded, "Good."

I got up and poured the coffee putting out milk and sugar. We talked more, he told me about his club and how it was a bondage club. He explained how it seemed to him that I was looking to be able to be submissive in a relationship and that he thought I might have mistaken that for just wanting to be, or feel slutty. 

I didn't say much, opting to listen more than talk. I found it all very interesting and largely true how he was assessing me. I felt strange, like I was a stranger to myself and somehow this stranger sitting across from me knew me better than I knew myself. I wasn't quite sure how that was possible, but at this point it seemed somehow true. 

Our coffees were about finished as he asked, "So, you think you want to try this now?" 

I was nervous, I wasn't sure what I might be getting myself into but I wanted to try. It all sounded very fun and exciting if nothing else. 'Yes sir, I'd love to." I told him after some hesitation. 

"Good, I was hoping you'd say that." He told me.

"Stand up" he said pointing to the floor in front of his chair. 

"Yes sir." I said as I got to my feet and moved to where he was pointing. 

"Good" He said as he looked me up and down. "Now untie your robe.'

I hesitated a second as he looked at me. I felt myself swallow before saying, "Yes sir." And grabbing the end of the bow knot and pulling it. 

Once it was untied I put my hands back at my sides nervously. The robe didn't open right away. Instead he watched me as I breathed. With each breath I felt the robe loosen, I looked back at him as he watched me. As I breathed I felt the robe finally begin to open. First it was the top, my chest and cleavage, making a V to my belly button. Then as I stood there the bottom fell open exposing my pubic hair. 

I stood motionless as he looked at me from my feet up to my eyes. My breasts were still covered, but his eyes lingered at my sex. I was so scared, but at the same time that fear, that nervous energy was building up inside of me. It was so strange exposing myself this way. I thought back trying to remember if a man had ever seen me like this before. Naked while he was fully clothed. 

"Good girl." He said with a grin. "Now let it off of your shoulders."

I gulped down the saliva in my mouth again as I pushed the robe off my shoulders. It fell immediately to the floor, fully exposing my body to him.

As he smiled at me, still sitting in the chair, he reached up and put his right hand on my left breast. He cupped it with his thumb on the inner side, and his four fingers on the outer side. His cool hand sent a chill through me forcing my nipples to become even more erect than they were already. 

"Very nice." He said softly. "Now go take your shower, and when you're done come back here and stand just as you are now."

"Yes sir." I said just before walking quickly to the bathroom. 

Once the shower was running I breathed deeply. I couldn't believe how turned on that made me. I stepped into the shower and let the hot water run over my body. I washed myself rather hastily and then washed and conditioned my hair. I got out of the shower and dried myself, realizing only then that I had hurried, wanting to get back. I guess I didn't want to keep him waiting too long. 

Walking quickly I saw the robe piled on the floor in sort of a C shape. I stood in the middle of it as I'd been told to do. Andrew was nowhere to be seen though, and I wondered if he'd left. After a minute of standing there, I really started to wonder, and started to think about calling him, or looking for him. 

I stood there, starting to get cold with my teeth beginning to chatter when I heard a noise coming from my bedroom. I was surprised to be relieved instead of angry. Once I heard that noise, I heard others. He was opening and closing my drawers. 

I saw him walking back to the kitchen from the corner of my eye. I resisted looking that way, instead concentrating on keeping my teeth from chattering. Once he got to the kitchen he sat back down at the table and I was able to see he had found my vibrator. I felt myself begin to warm up with embarrassment. 

He held it up, showing it to me. "What do you use this for?" he asked. 

I felt my face redden and my breasts seemed to tighten as I felt even more deeply ashamed than before. "I use that to masturbate with sir."

"I see." Was all he said has he placed it on the kitchen table. 

"Part your legs a bit more." He told me.

I wiggled my feet until they were about 18 inches apart not saying anything.

"I didn't hear you!" he scolded.

"Yes sir, sorry sir." I said quickly.

"Good." He said as he cupped my mound in his hand. 

He kept his hand there not moving as he looked at me, gauging my reaction I suspected. I was nervous, a bit scared and still cold standing naked in my kitchen. After his pause I felt him slip his finger between my outer labia. He watched me as he pushed it further wiggling it between my inner lips now. I shuddered as I felt him push his finger up into me. 

"You're pretty wet." He said to me. 

"Yes sir." Was all I could think to say. 

He pushed his finger in and out a few times before dragging it out over my clit. I let out a sigh as the sexual tension I'd been feeling was allowed to the surface. I closed my eyes enjoying the pleasure he was giving me. I wasn't embarrassed, scared, or even cold anymore. 

As he rubbed against my clit I felt my hips start to move against his hand involuntarily. I started to moan as the pleasure built up and got me closer to an orgasm. I'd never felt so close to an orgasm so quickly as I did right now. I wanted to tell him how good it felt, but I wasn't sure if I should. I didn't want to dwell on deciding and just said it.

"That feels so good sir." I told him. 

"Good" He said, "See, you can be a little slut without being made to feel like shit."

When I heard him call me a slut it was like a rush of blood went to my head and I got dizzy. Things went white, everything kind of had a halo around them and a moan, kind of a yelp came out of my mouth. A sharp wave of pleasure went from his finger and into my clit. 

"Ah, you like to be called a little whore, huh?" he half asked and half said. 

"Yes sir." I replied after another cry of pleasure erupted from my mouth. 

"What do you want me to do now slut?" He asked in a demanding voice.

I felt my knees almost give out as his finger slid over my clit, "I want you to fuck me sir." In saying that, another cry of pleasure was released.

"I heard you last night you know, begging Doug to fuck you." He told me. "Do you beg for everyone who has a cock to fuck you? Are you that big of a whore?" 

"OOOOHh, No sir." I moaned.

He stopped as I moaned out my answer. 

"Sir, please don't stop, please." I begged.

"Shut up Slut." He said in a nasty tone.

He picked up the panties that were still balled up on my chair and opened them inside out. 

"Here, dry yourself off with these. You have a sloppy, wet, loose, cunt." He ordered.

I took the panties reluctantly and used them to dry myself. It was embarrassing hearing the words that he used. I'd never ever heard anyone refer to me as sloppy or loose before and no one had ever called it a cunt, at least not to my face. 

"Push it up in there, get all that sloppy cunt juice out." He told me as I wiped. 

I pressed the panties up into myself and could feel my wetness soaking through them now. I pushed and wiggled them pressing them about one knuckle in. The panty's padding was soaked through now and I longed for him to touch me again. 

"Wiggle and push, get them up there further. I don't want them to fall out." He said. 

I pushed them up further into my sex having no idea why I was doing this. Why was I listening to him? What was the point of this? As I got them into myself up to about the second knuckle, he gently took my hand away, leaving the panties dangling from my pussy. Once they were hanging there he had me walk a few paces around the kitchen to be sure they wouldn't fall out. 

"It looks like you're able to do what you're told pretty naturally. That is good. I'm glad it comes so easily for you. How are you? Are you ok with this so far?" he asked seeming genuinely concerned. 

"I'm fine sir. I just wish you didn't stop." I told him.

"I just wanted to pause and make sure you knew what you are agreeing to. I want to make sure you understand that you're agreeing to give up your right to say no. Except in an emergency you have no decisions to make. I will decide what you do and don't do. Your cunt is mine, your mouth is mine, your ass is mine, YOU are mine. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir, I understand." I said not really sure if it was true.

"If for some reason you can't continue, just say your name. Just call it out, whisper it, whatever, and I'll stop whatever I'm doing."

"OK sir."

"Good, now I want you to pull the panties out of your cunt and lay them out on the table."

I did as he instructed feeling myself immediately moisten and lubricate as I spread the panties on the kitchen table. 

"Good girl, now, I want you to lean over them and place your nose and mouth against the wettest part, the center of the little pad." He instructed. 

Again I did as I was told, leaning over the table until my mouth was touching the cooling wet center of the panties. Once I was in this position he helped me reach out with my arms over my head. As I breathed I could smell myself and soon as my tongue moved around I was able to even taste myself. 

"I'm going to spank you now. I want you to know what it'll feel like if you disobey me. Tell me how many times I should do it." He said. 

"I don't know sir, I'm sure I could get a good understanding from 2 or 3." I told him not sure I wanted to know.

T H W A P T H W A P T H W A P

The pain was sharp and hot, and my hands instinctivly moved to protect my tender ass. He made his way to the side of the table looking at my face planted in my panties. 

"You OK?" He asked.

"Yes Sir." I told him with a shaky voice and talking into the table. 

He moved behind me again after placing my hands back over my head on the table. "Now don't move them again."

T H W A P T H W A P T H W A P

He paused and made sure I was still ok, then returned to where he struck me from. 

T H W A P T H W A P T H W A P

T H W A P T H W A P T H W A P

"You know your cunt is dripping now? I mean it's literally dripping down your thighs. You like this don't you?"

I was loath to admit that I did, quietly I answered, "Yes sir."

"You want more?"

Again forced to admit something I never thought I'd admit, "Yes sir."

T H W A P T H W A P T H W A P

"Aren't you just the little painslut"

"Yes sir" I said not sure what a painslut even was. 

T H W A P T H W A P T H W A P

He alternated cheeks as he spanked me harder and more numerously than my parents ever did. 

T H W A P T H W A P T H W A P

He stopped and I waited. I didn't hear anything at first, but then heard his zipper coming down and knew he was about to fuck me. I was so happy I smiled into my soggy panties. I waited to feel him press into me, wondering how big he was, how long he would last inside of me, if he'd be good. I wanted to feel him inside of me so bad. I was so turned on I could have turned around and jumped on him. 

I waited, wondering what he was waiting for. I relaxed a bit more, opened my legs ever so slightly more. I tried to maneuver to look over my shoulder, but couldn't without taking my face off the panties. Finally I felt his hand on my sex. Now I could tell how wet I was as his hand spread my natural lubricants around and I heard the squishy wet sounds that I make only when I'm as turned on as I am now. 




Her Inner Slut Ch. 02-03



He stopped and I got ready to feel him push his cock into me. I waited for it, wanting it so badly, but he didn't. Instead I heard another sound. He was behind me, jerking off. 

I was confused and disappointed, and couldn't think of anything to do. Didn't he want to fuck me? Was there something that he didn't like? Some reason he'd not? I wanted to ask him, beg him even to fuck me. But as I thought about what I could do I felt his cum hitting my ass and back. I'd never had a man just jerk off like that. They always wanted to either fuck me or have me to go down on them. I was so bewildered, frustrated and desperate for an orgasm I had no words. 

+++++++++++PART 3+++++++++++

Once he had zippered himself up he let me stand straight again. His cum was cold now as I felt it trickle down the back of my legs. He sat back down in his chair as if what had happened was just a normal thing

"What did you have planned for today?" he asked once seated.

"Well" I thought out loud. "I was going to do some housework, laundry, and maybe hit the mall to get an outfit or something."

"Well, why don't you get started on your housework. I'm going to grab a shower." He told me.

"Does that mean you're leaving?" I wanted to know.

"Only if you want me to." He said with a smile. 

"Well, I'd like you to stay." I admitted with a shy tone of voice.

"Good, then get started." He told me.

I hesitated for a minute, and then decided to just go about my household chores in the state I was in. I'd never cleaned my apartment naked before. Now I was going to do it dripping with cum. What kind of slut was I becoming? I started about my chores, and once he was out of the shower I noticed him watching me as I worked. It was a bit embarrassing, but also strangely arousing. 

I was cold as I worked keeping my nipples embarrassingly hard. I tried to concentrate on my work and stay warm with activity, but finally I decided I had to tell him. I thought for a minute how I should phrase the request. 

"Sir, I am very cold, may I please put something on to stay warm?" I asked standing in front of him, but to the side enough as to not block the TV.

He smiled back at me, "Jenn, if you need to ask for something from me, do so from your knees."

What he was telling me hit me hard. I had to get on my knees to ASK permission to get dressed in my own apartment. "What am I doing?" I wondered to myself, but even as I wondered this, I felt myself falling to my knees and heard myself repeating the question once I was there. 

"Good, that wasn't so hard was it?" he teased.

"No" I said still privately confused.

"Excuse me?" he said harshly.

"No sir, it wasn't hard." I said quickly with a flash of dizziness. 

"This is the first time that you've done this, so I'm not going to punish you this time, but in the future, omissions like the one you just made will result in punishment. Do you understand?" he said with a stern voice.

"Yes, sir, I understand." I said feeling like I wasn't really there.

He stood up, "Show me what you want to put on Slut."

The name cut me, but at the same time made my head swim even more. I wondered if I should stand up, or not. I was confused, not knowing what he expected from me. I took a chance and stood up and walked to my bedroom.

I opened a drawer with him standing just behind me. I lifted a few tops, searching for one I wanted to wear while cleaning when I felt his hand slap against my ass.

THWAP.

"Hurry up slut, I thought you were cold." He scolded.

I grabbed one, not the one I was looking for, but I didn't want to be hit again. The one I grabbed was a lavender shade with a plunging neckline. I held it up for him to see it. 

"Put it on. Hurry up, I'm missing my show." He insisted. 

As I pulled it over my head I felt his hand slap harshly against my ass again. With the sound of it, and the sharp pain that I felt I let out a startled cry. To my surprise it wasn't a cry of pain though, it was the same type of lustful cry I sometimes let out during intercourse. 

The shirt came down to about my hips still leaving my ass and pussy exposed. I hoped he'd let me pick a pair of pants to wear as well. He looked at me, had me spin around so he could see both the front and back of it before he nodded approval. 

I didn't want to press the issue of the pants and I went back to work. I felt that I had gotten wet from our exchange with the top and savored it as I cleaned the kitchen sink, stove, and then the floor. 

When I moved to the bathroom Andrew followed me in and watched as I cleaned the sink. When I began to clean the bathtub he instructed me to do so from my knees, forcing me to kneel while leaning over the side of the tub exposed my bare ass to him. 

I felt him moving closer and heard him sit gently on the toilet seat. I glanced back, but then resumed cleaning as I felt his finger pressing into my pussy. As I cleaned I felt myself getting aroused again as he slipped his finger into my now wet pussy. It was easy to let him distract me from cleaning as his finger plunged in and out of my sex. My cleaning came to a halt as I concentrated on the pleasure he was giving me from behind. 

"Don't stop cleaning you dumb slut." He reprimanded. 

I had been aroused, or at least partially aroused all day and thought I could come any second, and surely the second that he let his finger brush against my clit. He pulled his finger out and slapped my pussy.

THWAP

"Hurry up cunt!" He yelled.

I cried out at the hard slap to my tender exposed flesh.

Being called a cunt was hurtful. One of those words you don't even use on your worst enemy. I tolerate being called one though, as I did, I felt as though I also swallowed some of my pride along with it. I quickly finished cleaning the tub mostly hurrying to avoid hearing that word again. 

When I was finished with the tub I turned around expecting to see him still behind me. He had left the bathroom though, so I began cleaning the toilet still on my knees. As I used the brush on the bowl I heard the front door slam shut. 

"Sir?!" I called out remaining kneeling next to the bowl. 

No reply.

I stood up, ran to the door and opened it sticking my head out just as he was reaching the outside door at the end of the hall. 

"Sir? You're leaving?" I shouted down the hall.

"Yeah, I have some things I need to do." He shouted back.

"You were just going to leave without even saying goodbye?" I said showing my disappointment.

"Come here and give me a goodbye hug." He said.

I almost stepped out from behind the door before I remembered I had no pants on. 

"I can't sir, I'm not dressed." I said and then quickly checked to see if anyone was down the other end of the hall to hear me.

"I said, Come here." He said in a demanding tone.

I checked the hallway again, then slowly stepped from behind the door and gingerly began walking toward him at the end of the corridor. I was scared of being seen, but also excited at the same time. My heart was racing as my feet padded the hard hallway carpet. 

When I finally reached him I smiled, trying to hide my nervousness. He smiled back at me telling me that I was a good girl. Strangely, his compliments made me happy and feel more at ease. I wrapped my arms around him and we hugged for what felt like a comfortable eternity. 

When our embrace broke he looked me in the eyes. "You're going to stand in the door and wave good-bye to me until you don't see my car anymore. Once my car is out of sight you'll get on your knees and crawl back into your apartment." 

Fear and excitement washed over me. My vision actually went white as the blood rushed to my head. "Yes Sir."

As he walked away I held the door open. Feeling totally exposed in the bright sunlight of the day I raised my hand above my head and began to wave good-bye. The parking lot for my apartment was shared with a few businesses. If anyone else pulled into the lot, they'd surely see me. 

No one else was in sight as he finally got into his car and drove away. I was thankful that he didn't sit in the lot. Once he made his turn and was out of sight I obediently got to my knees and began to crawl to my apartment. 

The thought to go incessantly fast crossed my mind, but I was sure he wanted me to keep a plodding pace. I think some inner perverted part of my mind wanted someone to step out of their apartment and see me. 

Making it through my door I closed it still kneeling on the floor. "Now what do I do?" I wondered to myself, "He didn't give me any other orders..."



Her Inner Slut Ch. 03



This is a continuation of how one loving wife enjoyed going beyond the bounds of "normal" sex. If cream pies, anal sex or golden showers are not your idea of erotica, you won't enjoy reading this story. 

Chapter one introduces the couple and how they start enjoying cream pies.

Chapter two continues with cream pies and the beginning of more kinky things like pissing.

Chapter three they have their threesome which includes cream pies, pissing, anal and ATMs

Chapter Four will not have any pissing, but it will be, I think, an interesting experience for this loving wife.

I would encourage the reader to start with chapter one. Each chapter can be enjoyed by itself, but reading them in order will let the reader experience how the characters progressed. 

Hope you enjoy my story. Please, vote and I love public and personal comments.

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Heather was at the sink washing dishes while her two children played games in the next room. Her mind was on everyday stuff like the house, her kids and husband. But, in addition Heather's thoughts were increasingly on the kinky sex she and her husbands were sharing. She loved the new erotic feeling of warm piss streaming over her face and into her mouth. Considered to be nasty and disgusting by most Heather found it strangely erotic, a mixture of domination and submission of degrading another and feeling the humiliation. It was even comical in a perverse sort of way, especially when she squatted over her husband's face and pissed on him. Her sister's would be in shock if she ever told them about her new found erotic pleasures. Her mother would be mortified that one of her daughters' was such a nasty disgusting slut. Heather smiled and laughed at the thought that her mother would be visiting and would walk in on her and Tom just as Tom was fucking her like a bitch or he was pissing in her mouth.

She heard the garage door opening and Tom's car pulling in. She smiled and a warm feeling spread over her as the man she loved was home again. Heather continued her dish washing as Tom walked into the kitchen and straight to her, where he gave her a nice big hug and a kiss on the neck.

"I love you," Tom said as he fondled her tits. Heather sighed and reaffirmed her love for her husband. "I love you, too, Tom. You like how they feel?" Heather asked as Tom released his grip and picked up a towel.

After a couple of silent minutes Tom reached for Heather again and drew her close kissing her this time on the lips. They kissed for almost a full minute with their tongues frolicking between their mouths.

When their kiss broke Tom stepped back and just smiled at Heather with a mischievous expression on his face. "What are you smiling about, Tom?" Heather asked, knowing that when Tom had that expression he was up to something.

"Your mom said she would keep the kids this Friday night." Tom replied. 

Heather grinned in amusement, "and what do you have in mind for us to do? Are you craving another cream pie?" Heather knew that the evening would involve sex, no doubt something very kinky. But just how kinky Heather had no idea what he had arranged for them.

Tom gave her a confirming smile as he began to try and explain. "Well I ah . . . " Tom hem hawed not quite certain how to tell Heather he had found and arranged for another man to fuck her. They had talked about this; it was Heather's idea on how to give Tom a cream pie, but would she really do it?

"Tom, what are you up, too?" Heather asked as she stared quizzically at Tom. In her belly she knew and felt that he had something very kinky in mind.

"Well you remember your idea on how to give me a cream pie?" Tom asked in nervous anticipation.

Heather's eyes widen her mouth gapped open as she immediately knew what Tom was referring to. A nervous queasy feeling filled her belly and her legs became weak at the thought that her husband might just have found someone to fuck her.

"I found a guy that I think you'll really like," Tom answered.

"Really, like in what way....?" Heather asked, playing dumb to what Tom obviously meant.

"Heather, I found a guy that I want to watch you fuck, a guy that will fill your cunt with cum so I can enjoy a hot fresh cream pie." Tom told her bluntly.

Heather's belly tightened at the thought that her husband was going to let her spread her legs for a total stranger. "Tom, fantasy is fun and we did some very kinky stuff, but inviting a man into our bed wouldn't be fantasy anymore." Heather replied, stating the obvious.

"Heather, I've thought this through and I want to see you with another man. I want you to experience the pleasurable anticipation of his arrival, your getting naked with him for the first time, touching each other, tasting him and finally taking his cock into your pussy. Then after he cums in you I'll get to go down on you and lick you clean." Tom explained without hesitation or doubt in his voice.

The idea of fucking someone new excited Heather. She felt herself getting very wet at the thought that her husband would actually invite a stranger into their bed so she could, like her sister's, spread her legs for some one other than her husband. 

"Tom, I can see you are really excited about doing this, and believe me it excites me, too. But, once I spread my legs for some guy, I can't undo it." Heather said in order to give Tom a reality check. 

"Fantasy is fun and we've done a lot of kinky stuff that would probably make a whore blush if it were known. But, what we've done we did together just you and me. I know you say you didn't fall in love with my virginity, but are you sure you want to give up your exclusive use of my pussy?" Heather questioned Tom intently, challenging him hard making sure he knew what he would be losing.

Tom took a deep breath and slowly let it out as he pondered Heather's words. He had told her many times that he fell in love with her not her virginity. For all he cared she could have had twenty, thirty or a hundred different guys before he married her. Sure the fact she was a virgin had its own erotic appeal. Before meeting Heather Tom had taken the virginity of two girls. No matter who else or how many other guys these two girls might spread their legs for it pleased him that he would always be the first to fuck them, he owned their virginity.

"Heather, I really have been thinking about this, I really do know your pussy would not be exclusive to me any longer. But, that's what would make you sexier than you already are. It's hard to explain. I like beautiful sexy women who know how to be both ladies and sluts. I know you are very much a lady and I know that you are both sexy and kinky, but you can't be a slut till you do it with another man. Seeing you fucking with someone else will let me see you and enjoy you as only a man can enjoy a slut. It makes my cock hard every time I imagine you laying beneath a stranger his cock fucking your cunt. You know I like watching porn sluts fuck and suck cock. When I watch a video of the two of us fucking I pretend you're a porn slut doing a video with me. If I watch you with another man I wouldn't have to pretend I am fucking a sexy slut, I'd be married to one." Tom explained watching Heather's reaction to his explanation of why he wanted to see her fuck another man.

Not fully understanding Tom's thinking Heather decided she would satisfy Tom's desires as well as her own. "Okay, Tom, I will be the perfect little slut for you and this stranger you want me to spread my legs for. This guy you are inviting into our bed will get the fuck of his life and you will lick my pussy clean of all his cum." Heather ceased her words of caution to tell Tom explicitly that she would let her inner slut loose for a stranger's cock. If Tom wanted to lick cum from her cunt then she was going to make sure he got a belly full. Then since virginity wasn't that important to him she would definitely let this stranger fuck her ass hole for the first time as Tom watched.

"Tom, since you claim my virginity wasn't that big a deal; I definitely will be letting this guy you are inviting over have the privilege of taking my ass hole virginity. You'll watch as his cock squeezes into my tight ass hole, and you'll listen to his and my moans of pleasure as he does my ass." Heather taunted, challenging him to see if he fully understood she would not let him claim her last cherry. She would give it to a stranger that would only see and remember her as just another cock hungry slut. 

Tom's eyes widened and his cock stiffened at Heather's acceptance to having a threesome. Even Heather's telling him she would be giving up her ass hole to a stranger didn't lessen his excitement, but it increased it. Yes, Heather would be nothing but a slut to this guy, she would be spreading her legs for him shortly after meeting, being Tom's faithful loving wife and mother of his children would mean nothing to him. This stranger would only remember how she willingly and enthusiastically engaged in some very kinky sex. Yes, he would soon be seeing Heather doing the same nasty, kinky stuff that porn sluts do. 

When Tom returned home from work on Friday, Heather had already gotten their bed ready for entertaining. The comforter and top sheet were pulled off and heaped into a corner. All that remained was a fresh new bottom sheet for the three of them to play on. 

Heather looked like a slut ready for action, her make-up on the heavy side especially around the eyes. The short black dress she wore barely restrained her tits. Looking down her feet looked especially sexy in the slip on open toed high healed shoes. 

"Do you like my pedicure? I got it done just for you. I know how much you like to lick and suck on my toes, I do hope this stranger you've got me to fuck will lick and suck on them, too." Heather was ready and more than a little bit excited about what she would be doing that evening.

It was seven o'clock when the door bell rang; Heather was a bundle of nerves. It didn't seem possible the man at their door was there to fuck her.

Tom let the stranger in and greeted him with a warm handshake as if they were old buddies or something. Heather looked at him and found the stranger to be a very attractive man causing her fuck hole to juice up.

"Heather, this is Larry." Tom simply introduced the man that would soon be fucking his wife.

The three of them stood awkwardly looking at each other not sure who should do what first. It was Heather that spoke. "Hi, Larry, I've been looking forward to meeting you." Heather said warmly as she stepped closer to Larry. Then she leaned into him and standing on tip toes she kissed him affectionately on the cheek.

"Care for a beer, Larry?" Heather asked like the good hostess she was.

Larry smiled and told her he'd love to have a beer. Tom led Larry into the family room while Heather got them all a beer. Heather found the two of them talking normal guy stuff when she entered the room. "Well you guys seem to be enjoying yourselves care if I join in?" Heather asked laughingly as she handed them their beer.

"But of course you may join us we wouldn't have it any other way." Tom teased as Larry chuckled amused at their nervousness. Larry had threesomes with several other couples and it was common for first time swingers to be a little uncertain as to how to do this.

"Tom has told me a lot of interesting things about you, Heather." Larry said as he took his beer from her hand his eyes devouring her tits as they threatened to spill out of her dress. 

"Oh, he has?" Heather asked blushing at the thought of what kinky things he told him about.

"Yes, he told me that there are few boundaries to your sexual appetites." Larry replied implying that Tom had told him every kinky thing they have done together. 

"Well you've heard a lot of stories I guess it's time for me to show just how kinky I can be." Heather mused as she stepped close to Larry taking his belt buckle in her hand. Heather looked up at this stranger and as she smiled seductively at him her hands began to undo his belt. Tom watched Heather wide eye as she wasted no time with small talk choosing instead to begin the evening's sexual adventure. Heather was transforming quickly into a cock hungry slut. There was no doubt in Tom's mind that his wife was eager to enjoy this stranger's body.

Larry looked over at Tom to gauge his reaction to his wife's loosening his belt. Since this was there first swing experience Larry didn't want to get in the middle of any ugly scene because the husband couldn't handle the reality of his wife getting intimate with another man. "Is every thing cool, man?"

Heather had his belt and pants undone when she heard Larry's question. "Of course everything is cool! But, it will soon be boiling hot once I get these jeans off you." Heather said as she glanced up at her smiling husband and winked.

Larry felt his jeans being pulled down and so he helped Heather to remove them. Heather knelt in front of Larry and watched as he pulled his shirt off so now he stood in just his shorts. Heather could see through the fabric that Larry's cock was already quite hard. Slowly, she reached up to touch it, her hands trembling at the reality that she was about to touch a stranger's cock right in front of her husband's approving eyes. Tom just smiled and watched sharing in her nervous anticipation. 

Then she slipped her fingers over the top of the waist band of Larry's shorts and slowly pulled them down, when suddenly Larry's cock sprung free from the confines of his shorts and pointed straight at Heather's mouth. Startled by the suddenness of Larry's cock popping free, she just gazed at the large throbbing uncircumcised cock just mere inches from her mouth; it was big a good inch or more than her husband's. 

"You got me a big cock, Tom," Heather exclaimed her eyes wide in awe of the size of it. "Do you think this will fit inside me?" Heather continued as she nervously touched it with her finger tips.

"It'll fit, don't you worry about that, I've had smaller slut's then you take it with no trouble at all and with much pleasure." Larry reassured her with pride in his cocksmanship. "That's it, slut, touch it get to know it." Larry added with boastful assurance in his ability to please a woman.

"Yeah, Heather, get to know that cock, show him how good a cock sucker you are," Tom added as he watched Heather stroking and eyeing the uncircumcised monster in front of her. Tom was circumcised so Larry's uncircumcised cock fascinated Heather as she retracted the foreskin and watched as it rolled back over the head of Larry's cock when she released it.

Then with the foreskin down Heather leaned forward and took the fleshly covering between her lips gently pulling on it till it slipped from between her lips allowing it to sway invitingly in front of her. Both men encouraged her and Heather with a child like delight took the swaying cock between her fingers again and this time she began to lick it. First, the foreskin, then the shaft repeatedly and finally with the foreskin retracted the head. Larry's moaned and his knees buckled in response.

"That's it, slut, suck that cock," Larry encouraged as he put his hands on her head in preparation to the face fucking he would soon be given this slut in front of her husband. Tom looked over and Heather was using her tongue to play with the foreskin inserting it between the tip of the cock and the foreskin folds.

"Yeah, that's it, slut, I can tell you like having a cock in your mouth. Now, show me how deep you can take it." Larry crudely demanded as he thrust lightly into her mouth. With the stranger's cock in her mouth she looked over at her husband's response and by his smile and jacking of his cock she knew it was pleasing him.

Heather took a deep breath and slowly she took the big cock between her lips and into her mouth. Deeper and deeper it went till she gagged causing her to withdraw, but she quickly and repeatedly plunged down again till she gagged. After a minute of this deep throating she looked up at both men her eyes watering and thick froths of saliva hanging from her lips.

"That's it, Heather, your doing a fine job on my cock, but I know a slut like you can do better. Wrap those big beautiful lips around the base of my cock and put the tip in you fucking throat." Larry instructed as he began to pull Heather's head into his thrusting cock. Heather just relaxed and let Larry have his way with her. Each thrust became harder and more forceful causing Heather to make deep gagging sounds; this was nothing like the face fucking her husband would give her, this stranger was using her like a whore, she was nothing more than a sex toy to him, and that's precisely what she wanted.

Larry suddenly pulled out of Heather's gapping mouth to keep from cuming. "Man this slut you're married to can certainly suck cock. Stop jerking off, man, and get your cock into this whore's mouth." Larry told Tom breathlessly.

Tom stood and quickly shed his clothes and stepping up to his kneeling wife he looked down at her and she looked a fucking mess with saliva hanging from her mouth, eyes watering and mascara running. "Okay, slut, do me like you just did Larry. Gag on my cock you dirty filthy slut, gag." Tom instructed her likewise as if she was nothing more than a whore.

As instructed Heather took her husband's cock between her lips and with his hands holding the back of her head Tom began to savagely face fuck his lovely wife mouth.

After a couple of minutes of her husband's face fucking she pulled free and stood up before the two naked men. "Looks like I am a little over dressed for this kind of party," Heather said with a smile as she reached behind her to pull the zipper down on her short black evening dress; with a quick wiggle of her hips the gown slid down her nude body and puddled about her feet. Both men were now staring at her exposed firm 36D tits and neatly trimmed pubic patch. She caressed her tits and pushed them up and together as she twisted her body back and forth. "Do you like them, Larry?" Heather turned not waiting for an answer but instead motioned for them to follow her, it was time to take this party to a bed.

When Heather reached the bed she turned to watch the two men with their hard swinging cocks enter the room. Smiling seductively Heather sat on the edge of the bed, leaned back, and lifted her legs straight up and spread them open in a wide V displaying her clean-shaven pussy lips. "Larry, I want you to lick my pussy till you make my toes curl." Heather instructed as she pulled her cunt lips open so the two men could see how wet she was.

Larry just savored the sight of this lovely wife and mother acting like a total slut for him. "I don't have to be asked twice to lick a beautiful slut's cunt." Larry bantered as he knelt before her spread legs. With his strong hands on the back of her leg's Larry pushed them back more causing her ass to rise off the bed. Heather waited eagerly for the first touch of his tongue. Lowering his face so his nose was just an inch away he inhaled the sweet feminine fragrances that wafted up from her cunt. 

With her head raised, straining to see this stranger's tongue touch her pussy; Heather watched him smell her sex and then she felt his tongue on her and she watched as he licked her from her ass hole up through her cunt lips till he reached her clit. 

Heather shivered and gasped as Larry continued licking her. "Tom, your slut is fucking sweet, man, fucking sweet. Do you like what I am doing to you? Do you like how I am licking your pussy and ass hole?" Larry asked as he gently sucked her clit between his lips.

"Oh, fuck yes you fucking bastard. Oh, lick my pussy and my ass hole make me cum." Heather screamed as Larry continued licking and flicking her clit with his tongue.

Tom watched Larry pleasuring his wife's cunt and as he stood watching her legs began to stiffen, her back was arching, and her toes were curling. Then the fireworks hit and Heather was screaming and thrashing widely as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasured surged through her. 




Her Inner Slut Ch. 03



After six powerful orgasms Heather reached down and Grabbed Larry's head and pleaded, "Stop! That's enough I can't take any more now, I want that cock of yours in me, Larry, I want you to fuck me." 

Larry released her legs and Heather quickly centered her body upon her marital bed; the bed were she and Tom make love in, the very bed where her two children were conceived and now it was going to be the bed that a total stranger was going to fuck her on. 

Wasting no time Larry crawled up on the bed and positioned himself between Heather's spread legs. Her knees were drawn up on either side of her body; her cunt fully exposed and vulnerable to Larry's uncircumcised cock. Now, the moment of truth was at hand. A stranger's cock was lying across her smooth hairless cunt. Heather breathlessly turned toward her husband and with obvious excitement wanted Tom's final approval. "Tom, Honey, are you sure you want this? Once he puts it in me, I can't undo it, just like I can never undo my sucking his cock or his licking my pussy."

Larry and Heather looked at Tom and awaited his answer. "Larry what are you waiting for? You have a fucking cream pie to make me. Fuck that slut under you, stretch her cunt with that big cock of yours and fill it full of cum." That was all the assurance Heather needed. Looking up and Larry's face she could feel the familiar feeling of a cock being positioned for penetration. It felt so wonderful having a strange cock being slipped through her labia. 

With his cock poised between Heather's pussy lips Larry leaned forward onto the backs of her legs forcing her knees back along the side of her head. Heather could see Tom he was standing jacking his cock starring intently at the cock poised at the opening of her fuck hole. "Now, are you sure, Heather?" Larry whispered in her ear. "Do it for you not just for him." Larry advised as he was a split second away from filling Heather's fuck hole.

Heather's breathing was rapid and shaky. Yes, she wanted this more than ever as she thought about her sister's. "Fuck me, fuck meeeee," Heather demanded, and before she got the second fuck me out Larry gave his cock a hard firm thrust and Heather's pussy was now filled with a stranger's cock.

Larry gave her a moment to adjust to his cock's presence deep inside her cunt, and then he began to thrust. At first it was slow and gentle like a lover would do after taking a woman's virginity. "Heather, it's time to make a cream pie for your husband. If you liked my tongue then your going to love my cock. I am going to fuck you long and hard I am going to use you like a man uses a whore." Larry warned.

With that the slow gentle thrusts ended and hard, fast savage like thrusts began. The room was filled with the sound of flesh smacking together and the grunts of a man fucking a woman like a cheap whore. Heather could not contain her excitement or the pleasure this new cock was bringing her. She filled the room with her cries, screams and vulgar dirty talk that made her sound like a whore in heat.

Heather couldn't believe how hard and long she was being fucked. Her husband never went this long or hard and after several minutes she could feel an orgasm building something she rarely had from just fucking alone. Then it hit an orgasm like she never had before the kind that she had only read about. When it was over Larry pushed back withdrawing his cock from her cunt to see the fruit of her orgasm. 

"You fucking squirted! I've never had a slut do that." Larry exclaimed in amazement.

Heather then became aware of the wetness between her thighs. Rising up on her elbows, she looked down to see the bed sheets soaked in some kind of liquid. Her mouth a gape, she stared at the mess she had made, at first she thought she must have pissed. But, it wasn't piss because it didn't have the smell. 

"I've fucking never done that. What an incredible feeling; do me some more like that fuck me some more fuck me hard again." Heather pleaded as she pulled Larry by the arm back down between her legs. Tom, too, was amazed at what his wife experienced and just a little envious that he had not made her squirt.

Larry quickly reinserted his cock into her fuck hole and Heather pulled him in tight with her heels, locking them around his waist. It didn't take long and Heather was screaming and squirting fuck juice from deep inside her cunt. Now, Larry was approaching his orgasm, Tom's cream pie was about to be filled. Heather lay panting beneath Larry as he continued his relentless thrusting. 

"Come on, Larry; give me all you're fucking cum. Fill my whoring cunt with your cream so Tom can lick me clean." Heather employed him. "Get ready my dear your cream pie is just about ready for you. I hope you're still hungry for it. I'll be really disappointed if you don't lick me clean." Heather warned as she looked into Larry's face his impending ejaculation just seconds away. 

Heather for the moment was spent. She laid there passively waiting and watching for Larry's climax. She felt warm and relaxed while at the same time detached both physically and emotionally Larry had wore her out, she no longer felt the same overwhelming pleasure his cock was provided just minutes ago. There were no deep connecting feelings of love for Larry. After all he was just a stranger using her body for his pleasure and to provide her with a new experience and her husband a cream pie. 

When Larry finally reached his climax, he rammed his cock to the hilt, pegging the tip to the entrance of her womb. Suddenly, Heather felt his cock expand and then the first pulse of many blasted into her. This, too, was something she had never felt. Larry's ejaculation felt like a hose squirting inside her. His climax seemed to last a couple of minutes it was so strong and explosive, then Larry sat back on his heels and inspected his work. Heather could feel his thick white cum oozing copiously from her cunt. Larry's cock glistened with fuck juices and before turning her over to her husband he straddled her body and had her lick his cock clean.

"Cream pie is served, sir, it's nice and fresh and warm." Larry said smugly, content and proud of his ability to do things to this man's wife that were never done before.

"Come on, baby, lick me clean of all this gooey cum." Heather said invitingly as she gently fingered the rich cream.

Shaking with excitement over what he just witnessed, Tom crawled up between his wife's spread legs placing his hands onto her ass cheeks to keep her open. Heather and Larry watched as Tom tentatively licked the outer area around her cunt lips catching just a slight taste of her pussy juices and some traces of cum.

The moment of truth was at hand it was time to lick her clean. Tom pushed her legs back so he could begin at her ass hole. After swirling his tongue around her ass hole cleaning a small amount of cum that had slipped down from her cunt; Tom slowly slid his tongue up through her pussy lips scooping several large dollops of Larry's cum.

Heather cried out, "Let me see it, let me see it in your mouth before you swallow it, Tom."

Tom smiled and opened his mouth revealing he had indeed licked up a mouth full of cum. Heather smiled contentedly, "now swallow it, Tom, swallow every fucking drop and get your mouth back down on my pussy and lick me clean."

After a minute of licking, Heather had Tom to lie on his back so she could straddle his face so gravity would drain the remaining cum from her cunt. Soon with Tom's licking and sucking on her cunt Heather was approaching orgasm again, but not just a regular one she felt like she was ready to squirt again.

If she could just squirt in Tom's face that would be the same thing that he does to her when he cums in her mouth. Tom couldn't lick due to Heather's increased hip thrusting using his mouth and chin to pleasure her clit. Suddenly, it hit her and as she screamed she squeezed her thighs together trapping Tom between giving him no escaped as she squirted her pussy juices into his mouth.

Heather looked down on her husbands spunk covered face and smiled contentedly having just enjoyed putting her husband into the submissive role while she took the dominant role. Turning about Heather still continued straddling Tom face, but she now was able to suck his cock which was running with sweet pre-cum.

Larry sat back on the bed to catch his breath. As he sat sucking down a beer, he watched Heather's head bob up and down on her husband's cock. As Tom continued slurping away on Heather's cum filled pussy, he pulled her ass cheeks apart exposing her ass hole to Larry's gaze. "Now, that's where I want to put my cock next," Larry thought to him self as he felt his cock stirring to life again.

With beer in hand Larry stood up and walked to the end of the bed where Heather would be able to see his cock had regained its strength. It didn't take long for her to notice Larry's cock was big and hard again. "Wow. You recover fast, Larry." Heather said with amazement. Tom was also amazed knowing that even when he was younger he couldn't go again that fast.

"What do you have in mind to do with that thing, Larry? I am afraid you flat wore my cunt out. How would you like to fill my mouth with cum?" Heather offered not wanting to waste the beautiful erection pointing at her.

Larry put his hand on Heather and slowly moved it down her back till he was holding and kneading her ass cheeks. "Well that's a tempting offer knowing how you like to gag on cock. But I have something else in mind." Suddenly, Heather felt Larry's finger press into her ass hole and she felt a wave of panic at the thought of giving her ass up to such a big cock. She said she was going to let some stranger do her ass for the first time while Tom watched. Well that moment had just arrived. From beneath Heather, Tom watched as Larry's finger probed his wife's ass hole wondering if tonight he would witness Heather being fucked in the ass and once done whether he'd finally get to do her ass as well.

"Honey, Larry wants to fuck me in the ass, should I let him?" Heather asked rhetorically. Tom knew full well that Heather had already decided to give her ass hole up to a stranger, her asking was just to taunt him. Pushing her self back and off Tom she knelt and looked down on Tom's face slick and shinny with Larry's cum and her fuck juices. Tom was finished with his cream pie.

"Honey, get the lubricant while I suck on Larry's big beautiful cock." Heather asked.

Turning her attention back to Larry's cock she looked at it with uneasiness. "It's fucking big, Larry, I don't know if I can take it. I've never been fucked in the ass." Heather spoke, as she stroked his cock.

Larry's eyes widen in surprise that a hot sexy slut like Heather had never taken it up the ass. 

"Heather, don't worry about a thing I've fucked several sluts' in the ass, I know how to put it in." Larry said reassuringly. "But, are you sure you want me to be the first to do your ass? I would think your husband would want that prize." Larry asked, wondering why she was giving him her ass hole for the first time. After all he was just some stranger she was nothing more than a fuck to him.

"Tom told me that he didn't fall in love with my virginity, but with whom I am. Well it's my ass hole and I want Tom to see and know that he wasn't the first to put his cock in there. You see Tom owns the first use of my pussy and mouth. Tom fancies me to be a slut, giving my ass hole up to a stranger just seems like something only a really nasty, dirty slut would do, and I want to be as nasty as I can for my husband." Heather replied to Tom.

"Well you definitely have thought this through and you know what you want. It would be pleasure to fuck you in the ass for the first time, Heather." Larry replied as he stroked his renewed hard on.

Tom got the lubricant out of the night stand drawer and with some trepidation he handed to Heather who in turn handed it to Larry. "Well lube me up really good, Larry. I've read more the better." Heather told Larry as she handed the tube of lube to him A slight shake to her hand.

"Relax, Heather, you'll really enjoy this once I am in and your ass hole relaxes around my cock. You may even come to prefer it in the ass." Larry encouraged with a chuckle. "Now, enough talk turn around and stick your ass up for me, bitch, it's time to get nasty." Larry instructed as he opened the lube.

Heather turned about and assumed the doggy position with her ass high, her head on the mattress and her back arched. Larry rubbed and kneaded her ass with an occasional slap which made Heather jump and shriek. "Tom, she's got a fucking beautiful ass . . . I am going to really enjoy this." Tom just watched and listened hoping that Larry really did know how to gently introduce Heather to ass fucking so that his chances of sticking her ass wouldn't be forever ruin.

Larry applied some lube over her ass hole. Heather jumped at its coolness. Then she felt his finger slip in, pausing just a short moment before pushing his finger in past the middle knuckle. Heather moaned, her eyes widened and her mouth hung open as Larry's finger probed her ass hole. 

First, Larry just inserted his finger to the middle knuckle. He carefully moved it in and out, pushing a little deeper each time. Then he began twisting his finger as he slid it in and out. Heather just moaned and clenched her ass cheeks. Tom watched as Larry added a little more lube so he could ease a second finger in.

Heather was aware of the second finger, it was tight but she listened to Larry's instructs to just relax and don't resist. Larry was now finger fucking her ass with two fingers. Heather began to giggle as she lay thinking about Tom and how she was making him watch her first anal experience. Then Larry slipped a third finger in which caused more squeals, moans and body twisting, but she adjusted quickly. 

Next, Larry formed a little troth with his three fingers so he could pour plenty of lube straight down into her ass hole, then he lubed his cock. Every thing was ready; it was time to fuck this nasty, dirty slut's ass hole as her husband watched. Larry looked over at Tom and smiled as he positioned himself behind Heather's small tight ass. Heather didn't take much notice of Larry's positioning because as he moved in behind her he kept a couple of fingers in her ass hole.

Larry removed his fingers then Heather felt the tip of Larry's cock being rubbed over and around her ass hole. "Now, let's put it in." Larry whispered as he pressed the tip of his cock against her tight puckered opening. Tom watched intently as Larry's cock slipped into his wife's virgin ass hole. Heather gasped as she felt the first penetration of her ass hole by a cock. "Remember, now, Heather, just relax your going to love this." Larry reminded as he began to penetrate further. Heather moaned and wiggled her ass in response. Tom stood watching jacking his cock in amusement as his wife's face grimaced and contorted as Larry would repeatedly push and withdraw his cock till at last he could go no further.

"You've done it, Heather. You've got of my cock in your beautiful tight ass hole." Larry proudly announced his accomplishment. Heather smiled and gasped in response as she concentrated on relaxing her anal muscles. Then Larry slowly began to withdraw so he could again trust his cock into her virgin ass hole. It was so tight he could feel her muscles contracting around his cock trying to expel his intruding member.

Slowly, Heather relaxed and as she did Larry increased the tempo of his thrusts. "Oh, I can't believe you got the big thing in my ass hole," Heather gasped as her hands clutched the sheets tightly.

"Well, Heather, he certainly does have that big thing in you and I think he's going to be humping you really good in another minute." Tom said in amused agreement as he enjoyed the spectacle of his wife adjusting to having a man's cock up her ass. "Fuck her good, Larry; fuck that nasty bitch's ass hole for me really good." Tom encouraged as he walked around to the foot of the bed so he would see his wife's face as the thrusting steadily increased in speed and intensity. 

"Oh, oh, oh I can't fucking believe how good this is starting to feel, Tom." Heather exclaimed as she looked up at her husband. "I want to suck you, Tom, put your cock in my mouth." 

Tom knelt on the bed so Heather could take his cock into her mouth. Once in her mouth the two men coordinated their thrusts. From the sounds of Larry's body slapping up against her ass, the slurps of her mouth around her husband's cock, and the moans of the three of them showed she was being properly book ended.

"Yeah, nothing like fucking a bitch in her ass for the first time.... Tom, you're a lucky stiff to be married to a slut like this." Larry complemented as he held his hand up for a high five. Tom, beamed at Larry's nasty comments as the two men exchanged a couple of high five's over the slut they were enjoying together. 

"Am I being nasty enough for you, Tom?" Heather asked as she strained to look up at her husband's face. Tom just smiled and told her to suck it.

"Suck it, is that what you want me to do, Tom?" Heather asked knowing the nasty thing she was going to do next.

"Yeah, I said suck it, bitch." Tom repeated to Heather as if she was some cheap whore.

Heather smiled and gave Tom a quick couple of sucks, and then she quickly spun about causing Larry's cock to be pulled from her ass. Both men were caught of guard by Heather's sudden movement. Now, Heather's mouth was just inches away from Larry's slick shinny cock, fresh from her ass hole.

"Tom said I should suck it, Larry." Heather said as she opened her mouth and licked her lips. Both men just knelt there with their cocks swinging in the air. Then to their amazement Heather leaned forward and took Larry's cock into her mouth and began sucking it slow and deep using her lips and tongue to caresses the ass sodden cock.

"Oh, fuck!" both men said simultaneously as they both watched Heather perform an ATM the nasty act of taking a cock from her ass to her mouth. 

After a minute of sucking Larry's cock Heather pulled her mouth off it with a popping sound, licked her lips and said, "Yummy, now I want it back in my ass."

With her ass back in position Larry guided his cock into position and with a smooth swift thrust his cock was balls deep in her ass hole again. Heather gasped at the suddenness of Larry's cock reentering her ass.

Looking up at her husband she smiled and said, "Is that what you meant by suck it? Isn't there a name for what I just did, Tom?" Heather smiled mischievously as she took Tom back into her mouth.

"Tom, your wife just did a fucking ATM . . . ass to mouth. What a nasty fucking slut." Larry said with intense enthusiasm as he roughly fucked Heather's ass hole. Heather was very pleased and proud of Larry's opinion of her. Now, her husband would see her and think of her sexy talents in the same way he thought of the many porn sluts he's jack off to over the years.

"Want to taste your ass again, bitch?" Larry asked as he slammed his cock in as deep as he could. Heather wiggled off his cock and once again turned about and took his ass sodden cock back into her mouth and greedily sucked away. Larry smiled approvingly. 

Tom motioned to Larry pointing to the lube lying on the bed. Larry nodded and handed it to him. Once lubed up Tom positioned himself behind his wife's ass. Heather was immediately aware of Tom's intentions and she clenched her ass cheeks tightly together denying him entrances.

Pulling her mouth from Larry's cock Heather stood up on her knees and turning to her husband she said, "If you want to fuck my ass hole, Tom, you have to kiss me first." Heather was very amused at Tom's expression as she puckered her lips in anticipation of Tom's kiss. 




Her Inner Slut Ch. 03



"You are a nasty fucking bitch." Tom told her as he pressed his mouth to hers and when Heather pressed her tongue to his lips he quickly parted his lips knowing full well if he resisted he wouldn't get to fuck her ass. 

Heather broke their kiss and smiled at Tom pleased that he would so quickly and without a complaint kiss her after sucking a cock that had just been in her ass.

"Okay, baby. You may now fuck my ass hole." Heather said as she positioned her self for Tom's cock and the ravishing she knew was coming.

At last Tom thought to himself as he pressed his cock to Heather's loosened ass hole. His cock slid in easily with no resistance; Larry had done an excellent job of breaking his wife's ass hole in. It felt snug as the sphincter muscles squeezed about his shaft. Holding her hips firmly he began thrusting with ever increasing speed and hardness filling the room with Heather's cries, of pleasure and the sound of his body slapping against her ass. "Oh, yeah, I've waited a long fucking time for this day, Heather. You like me fucking your ass hole?" Tom asked, really not caring at this point; as long as he wasn't hurting her, he didn't really care how she felt about it. For the moment his wife was just a dirty slut he was ass fucking.

"Oh, baby, that's it . . . fuck me hard harder I love feeling your cock in my ass hole." After another minute of nonstop ass fucking Heather turned about to give Larry the opportunity to ass fuck her some more so she could ATM her husband's cock.

The two men continued alternating their cocks from Heather's ass hole to her mouth till Larry announced, "I am fucking ready to cum. Where do you want it, Heather?" 

"Since you're the first to ass fuck me you should be the first to cum in my ass." Heather replied removing Tom's cock from her mouth momentarily.

"Fuck! That's what I was hoping you'd want, slut." Larry said breathlessly as he increased his thrusting tempo so much that Heather could no longer keep Tom's cock in her mouth. Instead she just grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, as Larry pumped her ass hole full of cum and she had her first anal orgasm.

Larry slumped over Heather's back panting and his heart racing. After about a minute his once hard cock had softened and slide from her ass hole and he lifted his exhausted body from her.

"Next," Larry said still trying to catch his breath. Heather slowly turned about so she could lick Larry's cum off his cock and present Tom with her gapping ass hole so he could at last cum. 

Heather's ass was full of cum. Tom felt like his cock was swimming in it and in fact it was. The feeling of another man's cum slipping and clinging to his cock was unlike any thing else he had felt. As he humped her, he could see Larry's cum frothing from her ass and clinging to his thrusting cock. 

Tom was getting close to his climax, his thrusts were very hard and focused. "My balls are boiling, bitch, I am going to dump some more cum in that nasty ass hole of yours." Tom snarled still thinking of and using his sweet wife as nothing more than a cunt.

"Tom, Tom, I want it in my mouth. Come in my fucking nasty mouth. Neither of you has cum in my mouth and I so want to feel hot fresh cum in my mouth." Heather pleaded. 

Tom kept thrusting and thrusting into Heather's ass, and then he suddenly withdrew from her slapped her ass with a loud smack and told her to get her fucking mouth around quick if she wanted his cum.

Eagerly, she brought her mouth up to his cock. With her mouth open and tongue extended she watched Tom jacking his cock frantically. Till at last he groaned loudly as he placed the tip of his cock on her tongue and released his pent up load of cum straight into her mouth. Satisfied that Heather had her mouth full of cum Tom resumed jacking sending repeated volleys of cum onto her face, hair and tits.

Now, the two men just starred at this lovely wife and mother covered in cum and sweat whom they just got done using. Heather just sat there smiling as Tom's cum glisten on her face.

"Well, was I a nasty enough slut for you two?" Heather asked as she scooped Tom's cum from her face and into her mouth.

"Fuck I've never seen a bitch nastier or kinkier than you, Heather. You are definitely a nasty fucking slut." Larry endorsed. "Now, where is the fucking bathroom I have to take a major big piss?" Heather smiled and pointed to the door behind him. 

As Larry started toward the bathroom Tom suddenly hollered out, "Wait, stop!" Larry turned and watched Tom grab Heather and pull her briskly from the bed causing her to stumble to her feet.

"There is only one proper way to end this fuck party, Larry. This nasty slut needs to be cleaned up and the only fitting way to do that is for you and me to piss on her." Tom announced as he pushed Heather into the bathroom.

Heather stood in the bathroom looking at the two men feigning embarrassment with her legs and arms crossed. "Tom, that's so nasty what kind of a girl do you think I am?" 

"Heather, I don't have to think or fantasize about that any more. I know you are a dirty nasty slut that can hardily wait to feel some hot piss streaming onto her face." Tom said as he pointed to the shower stall.

Heather smiled uncrossing her arms and legs stepping into the shower stall she turned knelt and announced, "your right, Tom, I am a dirty nasty slut. Do you still love me?"

"Of course I do, Heather, more than ever." With that Tom's piss stream hit Heather's face. Larry watched as Tom's piss streamed across her forehead, cheek, mouth and tits. Heather turned her head back and forth her mouth a gape so she could catch and expel the salty fluid repeatedly till Tom told her his flows was about to stop. Then Heather just let the piss overflow down over her cheeks till it stopped. Her mouth closed she looked at the men a slight smile on her face, then she swallowed and exclaimed, "that was tasty, Tom." Then turning to Larry she looked up and with a coy smile she invited Larry to piss on her, too.

Larry returned the smile shaking his head in amused disbelieve at how much she enjoyed being degraded in this manner. Not wanting to disappoint Larry pointed his cock at her face and released his torrent flow of hot yellow piss. It felt like and sounded like a horse pissing. It just went on and on. Once Heather adjusted she gave Larry her open mouth as a target and in no time piss was filling her and gushing from her mouth. 

When Larry's flow ended Heather closed her mouth not wanting to loose a drop. Standing she faced her husband and with her mouth obviously still filled with Larry's piss she stood up on her tip toes and leaned toward her husband for a kiss.

Tom eyes widen and he wanted to hold her back from him not at all sure about taking another man's piss into his mouth. But, Heather turned her headed slightly and with her eyes locked on his Tom knew that it would not be wise to resist so he pressed his mouth to hers and parted his lips so she could expel Larry's piss into it. 

Stepping back Heather looked amused at her Husband. "Well do you like the taste of Larry's piss as much as his cum?" Heather taunted as she smacked and licked her lips. 

Tom stood there his mouth full of Larry's piss he knew what Heather expected and not wanting to disappoint or make her angry at his refusal Tom swallowed and smacked and licked his lips.

Larry just stood looking at these two very kinky first time swingers and smiled at what he just witnessed and said, "Heather Tom, you two are the kinkiest couple I have ever been with. I do hope you'll invite me over again. Fuck I'd be willing to pay for it."

"Pay for it?" Heather said under her breath. "Tom, that's an interesting idea, don't you think?"

Tom just smiled and shook his head wondering just how much inner slut was in his virgin bride.



Her Inner Slut Ch. 04



Well how to classify this great literary work. LoL! I believe it qualifies as a Loving Wife story. But it could also be interracial because Heather fucks a black man. It could also be fetish on a count of cream pies, feet and toe licking and sucking, it even has some exhibitionism. I am sorry about the three page length, that's why their was no anal or ATMs. Hope you like it and wank your way through it....I have one more adventure in mind for Heather, but I havn't begun work on it.  

Since deciding five months earlier to invite men to fuck Heather to satisfy both Tom's craving for cream pie and Heather's inner slut, Heather had spread her lovely legs for five men. It was incredible for Tom to watch his wife give strangers the fuck of their lives. Her inner slut definitely loved entertaining mens' cocks.

Tonight they were supposed to meet stranger number six. He was a business man that used the online swinger site they used to arrange for evening entertainment while away from home and his wife. Like many successful business men he worked long hour causing his personal life to suffer and the sex with his wife was infrequent and not very satisfying. He and Heather had chatted a couple of times on the phone and both were eager to do each other. They were to meet in a very upscale expensive hotel lounge where he was staying. Heather was asked to wear a revealing red evening dress tasteful make-up, but slutty.

She and Tom sat in the crowded lounge in excited anticipation. Heather squirmed continuously in her seat to Tom's amusement. "My . . .  my . . . , Heather, you are just beside yourself." Heather just smiled and continued squirming as her pussy got wetter and wetter.

Tonight wasn't going to be just another stranger. This stranger was black. None of her sisters not even her slut sister Margo who admitted spreading her legs for more than fifty men had ever done a black man. She smiled smugly thinking about how shocked they all would be when she got to share tonight's experience with pictures as proof. She wanted to be the biggest slut between her and  sisters. Tonight would give her a unique standing among them, all she had to do after doing this black man was to keep fucking more men till she had done more than all of them combined.

Tom's cell phone began ringing, they both looked down at the caller ID display and it was the gentleman they were expecting to meet that night. 

"Hello," Tom answered expectantly.

"Hi, Tom, I have bad news for the three of us my wife surprised me at the last minute and insisted on coming on this business trip. I am sorry I know how much your wife was looking forward to having her first black cock. Believe me after talking with her and being so close to a slut like her and not being able to have her is tearing me up, man. I hope you two will give me a rain check," The black stranger explained his having to break their engagement.

"You bet you can have a rain check. Make sure you claim it sooner rather than later," Tom replied trying to sound upbeat.

Heather looked like she was going to cry, two weeks of anticipation her juices flowing and the party gets canceled. Tom smiled sympathetically as he reached for her hand. The two of them just sat quietly each disappointed about the same thing just from a different perspective in how each was going to experience it.

Several minutes past as she watched all the activity in the lounge, especially a young woman dressed similarly to her. Heather watched the young woman as she mingled with the well-dressed businessmen.

"Tom, look at that woman in the sexy black dress. Do you see her?" Heather asked trying to point discreetly. 

"Yes, I see her. What about her?"  Tom asked curiously about her interests.

"What do you think she is doing? She's bouncing around like she is looking for someone but no one in particular." Heather watched the woman as she sat with a man and began what looked like a very friendly conversation. 

Tom looked at the woman Heather was so interested in and after watching her for a minute Tom leaned over and told her, "she's a hooker."

"A hooker. You mean she's a whore?" Heather asked quizzically having  never seen a high class hooker. She'd seen many street whores and they always looked cheap and disgusting. This woman didn't look cheap.  She looked hot, sexy and desirable. "She doesn't look like any whore I've ever seen," Heather commented. 

"Look!" Tom directed her attention to the woman. "She's closed the sale." Tom told Heather as they watched the two of them stand and walk from the room. The man's hand not around her waist as it would be if he were escorting a lady, but instead he was holding her ass as if to tell the whole room that he was leaving with a whore.

"Do you think I could get one of those men to buy time with me?" Heather asked intrigued at how in a matter of minutes an attractive woman could find a man to fuck and get paid for it.

"Of course you could, Heather. You're dressed for the part and every bit as hot and sexy as that hooker." Tom encouraged, excited about the idea that Heather might just rescue tonight's sexual adventure by turning a trick.

"You know, Heather, if you decide to try this and I am sure you'll find a man willing to pay for your pussy. He'll expect you to go up to his room alone. It won't be a threesome.  It'll be just you and his cock." Making sure Heather realized that a whore didn't take her husband to work with her.

The disappointment over losing her date with her first black cock was giving way to the prospect that she could get a man to pay for the use of her cunt. Going up to a man's room alone, just the two of them would be a new departure for her sexual adventures. If she were successful in hooking a man this would be the first time she would have sexual contact with a man without her husband present. 

"Would it be okay with you if I did go up to some strangers room alone . . .  to have sex for money?" Heather whispered as she slid her hand up Tom's thigh till she reached his cock. "Hmm, I think this hard cock of yours is a big yes." Tom smiled as he enjoyed his cock being groped by his slut wife soon to be whore. 

"Well if your going to do this you need to get your hand off my cock and get your whoring ass over there. Don't agree to anything for less than two hundred dollars. These guys here expect quality and they will pay for it,"  Tom quickly instructed his wife on whoring.

Heather took a deep nervous breath as she prepared to leave her husband's side to go trolling for a man for fun and profit. Standing nervously she straighten her skirt smiled blew her husband a kiss and strutted off. A couple of minutes past and there she was walking, talking and smiling searching for a horny man willing to pay for her pussy. 

Ten minutes past, then twenty and after nearly a half hour of trying to find an interested man Heather was beginning to think she didn't have what it took to get a man to proposition her. Unaware a well to do business man by the name of Charles King had been watching her for several minutes. He was very much aroused by her tasteful slutty appearance. He could tell she was inexperienced at working a hotel lounge and on her left hand she wore a wedding ring. Most whores he knew and used were not married; some had kids and boyfriends but no husbands. The more he watched Heather the more he wanted to bed her.

Heather was about to give up in frustration when she felt a hand take hold of her upper left arm. "Excuse, Miss, may I buy you a drink?" Charles asked in a deep inviting voice.

Heather was startled by his advance and when she turned to see who was hitting on her she just starred in disbelief without saying a word as a well build distinguished looking black man held her arm firmly.

Charles looked at Heather's expression and taking her silence as lack of interest in a black man he began to apologize, "I am sorry, Miss, I can see you're not interested in a black man's company." 

Heather felt his hand release her and watched as he turned and began walking back to his table. Not waiting to lose an opportunity to do a black man that evening she quickly caught up to him and took him by the arm. "You just gave me a pleasant startle. You see I had an appointment with a black man tonight, but he had to cancel on account of his wife wanted to come along on his business trip."

Smiling Charles King grabbed a waitress and asked Heather what she wanted to drink. Smiling Heather answered, "Oh, a Manhattan Ice Tea." The waitress walked off to get Heather's drink and Charles with his hand on the small of Heather's back guided her over to his table. Once the two of them were seated Charles just smiled and looked at Heather appreciatively with eyes full of desire.

Heather likewise smiled her eyes roaming over this distinguished black man's body. As she studied him, she wondered if he would offer her money for sex or would he only try and pick her up.

Charles held his hands out to her, Heather smiled warmly and extended her's to his.  After a minute Charles took Heather's left hand and with his finger he softly wiggled her wedding band.

"I've been with a lot of working girls, can't remember ever seeing one  with a wedding ban," Charles commented.

Busted . . . Heather thought . . . he must know that she wasn't a real whore. Thinking quickly Heather answered, "Well my husband and I decided it would be an easy way to make some quick cash for our Hawaii vacation next month."

"Oh, I see, then you're not a regular at this sort of thing, are you?" Charles asked as he continued playing with her wedding ban, very much excited by this young married whore.

Heather lowered her head in embarrassment what must he think of her. Then it dawned on her that he must think she is a whore, an inexperienced one, but a whore nevertheless, exactly what she wanted A man to think she was tonight.

"How many times have you done this, Heather?" Charles asked wondering if he might even be her first client. "I am your first . . . , aren't I?" Charles answered for her as he waited for her confirmation of his assessment of her.


"If it were my first time, would that disappoint you? You know I might not be a really experienced whore but I am an experience slut. Or at least that's what my husband and my other partners say I am,"  Heather answered feeling like she was being interviewing for a job.

"I don't think a lovely, sexy lady like you could ever disappoint a man," Charles quickly reassured. "Most of the whores I've been with have considerable experience, but I've found the best whores are sluts first whores second. A woman who throughly craves a man's cock is by far more exciting and pleasurable to be with, than a whore who as done hundreds of men with her main interest focused on just the money," Charles explained as his dark eyes consumed her.

Heather smiled, more at ease now that Charles was expressing real interest in her as a whore. "Well let me assure you I am a slut first and a whore second," As she spoke she slipped a shoe off her foot so she could rub it along Charles's leg.

Charles responded with a smile that curved up one side of his mouth. "Put it in my lap," Heather heard him tell her. Shifting in her seat so she could discreetly comply with Charles's demand. Slowly she slipped it up between his strong muscular legs till she felt his hand take a firm grip around her foot. She enjoyed the gentle but firm massaging, after a minute he stopped and just held her foot, starring into her eyes as his smile grew to include both sides of his mouth. Then she felt it, Charles had freed his cock and was now rubbing the head on the sole and arch of her foot. This was so fucking hot, dozens of men and women standing and sitting around her as a man, a black man, was rubbing his cock on her bare foot.

"So is your husband watching us or is he back home?" Charles probed as he continued rubbing his cock on her foot. 

Heather blushed and made a quick tarting of her eyes toward her husband. "Well . . . ah . . . yes he is.  He's sitting across the room probably stroking his cock."

"How much?" Charles said as if he were negotiating a business deal.

"How much?" Heather replied forgetting for a moment that she was suppose to be a whore. "Oh, yes, my fee. Two hundred," Heather answered trying to sound confident and worth the asking price.

"What do I get for two hundred dollars?" Charles asked still rubbing his cock leisurely on the sole of Her foot.

She had not anticipated having to qualify what she would and would not do for the two hundred dollars. "Well I just love sucking cock, and judging by the feel of yours on my foot I'll have to gag on it to throat you. And my husband will not only get sloppy seconds tonight his cock will swim in my stretched out pussy," Heather explained.

"Well, Heather, that's a very fair price. I am not used to paying so little for a whore. You see I travel a great deal and I don't like going without pussy. My wife is a drop dead gorgeous woman, a real slut in bed, but I only get to see her once a week or so. I like to find similar good looking women who love to fuck in the various cities I travel to. I am not interested in regular full time whores. They can be so mechanical about the whole thing, I like a woman who really loves to fuck," Charles continued to feast his eyes on Heather's tits and the softness of her foot on his cock.

"Heather, if you really like to fuck and would like to make some serious, easy money I can put you into contact  with several hundred successful businessmen with the kind of money most whores only dream about making," Heather smiled and her eyes widen.

"Heather, the base fee for the whores I use is five hundred dollars plus tips. Are you worth five hundred dollars?" She sat stunned, five hundred dollars for something she had gladly given away to several men.

"I am worth five hundred dollars and then some, I only asked two hundred out of inexperience," Heather said with a confident smile and the flexing of her toes around the big black cock that she was eager to see and be used by.

"To be worth this kind of fee, a whore has to surrender her body to my pleasure. You'll not be endangered in any way but, you will be used and treated like a whore. I expect you to pleasure my cock with your mouth, hands, feet, pussy and even your ass hole in any order or combination I ask. Do you understand what I am saying?" 

"I understand what you are saying and I love doing ATMs." Heather answered fully understanding what Charles may want knowing that an ATM would be expected if she had to take his cock into any of her fuck holes in any order he demanded.

"Excellent, I am glad you understand that. Your answer demonstrates you know and understand a slut's place.  Do you like massaging my cock with your foot around all these people?"

This was turning her on, to think that she was giving a black man a foot job in front of all these people. A lady would never do such a thing only a slut, she thought to herself.  In answer to his question Heather just starred into his eyes and continued caressing his cock with her foot and teasingly said, "Would you like me to make you cum all over my foot?"

"No, not this time, but it excites me that you're offering. There will soon be similar opportunities for you to pleasure me in public.  If I am to pay you five hundred dollars plus a nice tip, you must do whatever I ask. If you are to give me my moneys worth you must do what I ask when I ask without question," Charles explained his requirements for her to be his whore.

"Would you like me to crawl under this table and suck your cock?"  Charles watched as this beautiful married woman licked her lips seductively and made her foot movements under the table increasingly noticeable.

"I believe you would do it, Heather. I believe you would suck me dry in here if I asked,"  The black stranger acknowledge and believed her willingness to do so.

After a couple more minutes of flirting Charles was ready to take this inexperience whore to his room. Standing he held his hand out to her as a gentleman would to a lady. Heather smiled and extended her hand enjoying the gentlemanly charade he was playing with her. 

From across the room Tom watched as his wife stood and began walking toward the door with a black man. He was amused and happy that his wife's earlier disappointment over the cancellation of what would have been her first black experience, was now turned into obvious excitement over being another black man's whore. 

She had done it.  Heather found a man that would pay for her pussy and was now on her way up to his room. Tom was excited for her as he watched the two of them near the door. Then like the whore he and Heather had watched escorted out earlier, th black man escorting his wife slid his hand down till it reached her ass. 

"Do you think your husband appreciated me holding your ass as we left the lounge?"  Charles asked, as he guided her toward the elevators his hand still firmly holding her ass.

"I am sure he was rock hard, wishing he could watch me being your whore." Heather replied her head leaning against Charles's arm her head tilted upward in a dream like state.

As the two of them walked on toward the elevators, Heather just smiled excited about the sexual adventure that laid ahead. The stares of strangers just added to her bubbling excitement. What must they be thinking of her dressed the way she was, walking toward the elevators with a middle-aged black man, with his hand holding her ass. Heather was so wet, and she could feel her sex juices dampening her thighs.

Standing now at the elevator doors, her excitement building along with her impatience for the doors to open she couldn't believe she was actually going up to a man's room as a whore. Finally, the door opened and a young couple stood inside the young woman looked a little  flushed as her male companion back turned was obviously putting his cock away. Once the young couple exited the elevator car Heather and Charles stepped in smiling in amusement over the young woman's embarrassment. As the doors began to shut Heather said loud enough for the young couple to hear, "I wonder if her mouth was full of cum?" Heather asked as she turned toward Charles and with her hand she reached for his package.

"It might have been, Heather, she sure looked a little uncomfortable," Charles replied as the doors shut and the car started its assent. "I like what you are doing, Heather, but it would please me more if you would stand with your back against the glass facing the lobby," Charles directed with a gentle nudge. The elevator they were in had a glass wall on one side giving the occupants a great view as they rode.

Heather stepped over to the glass wall and stood there in a sexy pose and looked back at Charles for his approval. "Very nice, Heather, now quickly I want you to remove your thong and press your bare ass against the glass."  This was so naughty she thought, as she smiled seductively and complied with his command, wishing her husband could see her doing this. With her thong removed Heather extended her arm toward Charles letting  it hang from her index finger. Smiling, Charles took the thong and with a quick inspection he found it to be soaking wet as he brought it to his nose to inhale the sweet fragrance of Heather's sex. He then watched his nubie whore pull her dress up and press her ass to the glass wall so anyone watching the elevator ascend could see the sweet ass he would soon be enjoying. 

"Nice, Heather, now just stay like that till we get to our floor," came his next command.

Moments later Heather felt the car slow and she knew it would stop and the doors would open, would someone be waiting? Then the doors opened and to her disappointment there was no one waiting. Standing she stepped toward Charles smiling as she felt his strong hand back on her bare ass guiding her out onto the floor.   




Her Inner Slut Ch. 04



"You are a very obedient whore, Heather, I am pleased with your lack of modesty and shame. Now, before we make our way to my room I want you to remove your dress," Charles firmly instructed.

With just a short hesitation Heather reached behind her back and pulled the zipper to her dress down so it would slip from her body to the floor leaving her standing naked in the hallway as requested. With only her sandals on she stepped out of the dress which was puddled about her feet. She bent over picked it up and handed it to Charles. "Which way to your room, sir, this whore is ready to service your needs." 

A broad grin spread across his face as he took her dress. Then he stepped over to and opened a small door in the wall that concealed a fire extinguisher. There he placed Heather's dress and closed it. Heather just stared at Charles as he stepped back toward her.

"You won't be needing that dress for a few hours. It will be safely waiting for you to retrieve it when you are finished servicing me," Charles said as he gazed upon her exposed nakedness. 

"I think you are an exhibitionist as well as a slut. You want someone to come out of a room and see you naked. It may be embarrassing even humiliating, but you are enjoying the thrill and risk of being seen as the slut and whore you really are," Charles explained.

Then Charles pointed the way and Heather strutted down the hallway hoping like Charles said that someone would come out of a room and see her. This was something Charles enjoyed doing with all his whores. If a woman would strip quickly in the hallway and walk boldly down the hall he knew she would be worth every penny he was paying. 

Half way down the hall it happened, a door opened and out stepped an elderly man who just stood and stared at this lovely young woman parading down the hallway naked. Heather smiled and as she pasted him she spun about and shook her tits at him.  The elderly man just smiled as he watched Heather's ass wiggling down the hallway.

When they at last arrived at the room, Charles was about to insert the key card when he felt his young naked whore take his hand. With her eyes fixed on his she guided his hand to her pussy so he could see just how wet and ready she was. With his touch Heather gasped, her mouth dropped open and she stood on tip toes as she felt his strong probing fingers inside her fuck hole.

"I want to see your cock. Take it out for me." Heather cooed as she stroked his fuck tool through his pants. The two of them stood silent in the hall way a naked whore with a black man fingering her pussy. Charles smiled at her request and obvious excitement over having her first black cock and first whoring experience.

"If I take it out, I'll expect your sweet whoring lips to pleasure it," Charles responded. Heather just repeated her request as she groped him. Charles withdrew his fingers from her cunt brought them to his nose, inhaled her feminine fragrance and then licked her juices from them. Then as they stood in the quite hall way the only sound they both heard was his zipper being lowered. Heather knelt in eager anticipation of seeing her first big hard black cock.

Reaching for it her eyes fixated, her moist red lips parted and she took it into her hands and begun stroking and caressing it. Leaning forward she rubbed the moist tip on her cheek and across her lips, then she kissed the tip tenderly before opening her mouth so this beautiful black cock could fill it.	

Charles was amazed at this young woman. She definitely wasn't a jaded whore. Her sucking was slow, tender and through oblivious to where she was performing this most intimate act. Several minutes past and Charles cock was being sucked into Heather's mouth deeper and deeper, then they both heard a room door slam. Heather's mouth flew off Charles's cock and the two of them looked up and down the hall way.

"Well, sweet thing, perhaps it would be best to take this party into my room." With a naughty smile Heather stood and watched as Charles swiped the door lock and opened the door into his suite.

Once in the room Heather slipped her sandals off her feet, now she was totally and completely naked. The deep plush carpet felt wonderful as she walked into the suite. She was amazed at its opulence. It was large and spacious with several large comfortable looking chairs, a large corner sofa and a wide screen TV. Then the bed it was a huge pillow top king flanked by a single full wall mirror. She smiled as she visualized herself straddling this black man her cunt sliding up and down his beautiful big cock. 

Turning she saw the outside wall of the room was all windows and with the drapery fully open the view of the city was magnificent. It felt odd yet exhilarating standing nude in front of this window.  She was standing naked before the whole city. 

Her attention shifted to a reflective movement behind her. Turning she saw Charles walking toward her and he like her was totally naked. Heather smiled as her eyes roamed over his well built muscular body. Upon reaching her he put his arms around her and the two of them stood naked before the city. It would be so romantic if Tom were standing next to her, but as it was it just felt naughty and dirty.

"I think it would be nice if you resumed your cock sucking, Heather," Charles instructed, as his hand squeezed her ass. 

Turning toward him, Heather looked up and smiled eager to have his huge cock in her mouth again. Reaching out she put her hands on his strong muscular chest and as she knelt she slowly ran her hands down his body till she held his cock and balls. She looked like a little girl excited over a special present as she looked up at his lust filled face.

Charles watched and smiled as this first time whore licked the underside of his cock from the base to the tip, where her tongue teasingly licked the pre-cum that oozed from it. Charles chuckled at her genuine sensual excitement over his cock. Then he watched and gasped as her lips encircled the tip so she could engulf it deep into her mouth.

Heather bobbed her head up and down, twisting her mouth and lips about his massive shaft forcing it ever deeper preparing herself for the face fucking she knew he would soon be giving her. 

First, came the filthy degrading talk. She loved hearing Tom and her other partners call her slut, bitch, cunt and especially whore. Now, she knelt before a man his cock in her mouth as a paid whore. When he called her a whore it had the sting of reality to it, because the money she was taking from him made her one. 

Then she felt his big strong hands holding her head. She was still in control, but she felt the increasing weight and pressure of his hands coaxing her to take it increasingly deeper.

Finally, she felt Charles lacing his fingers through her hair which locked his grip upon her head giving him total control of how this blow job would continue. His thrusts were slow and gentle at first. Charles knew how to face fuck a woman, how to work his cock ever deeper so that the entire eight inches of his cock were in her mouth and down her throat.

"Now, my sweet virgin whore time to start earning your fee. I am going to face fuck till I cum in your mouth. You will take the entire length of my cock, just relax and let me ravish your mouth and throat.  Trust me, Heather, I've put my cock in dozens of sluts' and whores' throats. You will gag and gag hard, your mouth will have froths of saliva hanging from it, your eyes will water and you may even cry, but my big black cock will go all the way down your fucking throat. Do you understand me, Heather?" Charles asked making sure she knew her place and what was being demanded of her.							

With Charles's cock well into her mouth Heather looked up at him her eyes filled with excitement and fear at what she was about to be subjected to. "I understand I am your whore use me as you want,"  Heather answered, as she looked up at this black gentleman's face that looked increasingly savage. Then the thrusting continued harder and deeper. Sometimes he would just hold it enjoying the sight of her gagging, her eyes watering and saliva gushing around his cock. He especially liked the tears the redness in her eyes and the blubbering around his cock as she tried not to cry.

"That's it I love to make sluts and whores cry. Now, just a little further, Heather, you can do it just relax and swallow," Charles encouraged as he degraded her by taking pleasure in her discomfort.

Heather was gagging harder than she had ever before. She wanted to stop but she had sold her body to this man and she was determined to be the best whore he ever had. Gag, gag, slurp, cough, and moans emanated from Heather's mouth as the last inch of Charles's cock slipped past her lips. She had done it, eight inches of cock lay past her lips. Charles held his cock in her throat for several seconds scolding Heather to relax so he could begin fucking her throat.

Slowly, the gagging stopped and just before she pasted out the massive black fuck tool was withdrawn permitting her at last a breath of air. "Yes, I knew you could do it, Heather. Now, the fun begins I am going to fuck your mouth till I fill it with some black sperm," Charles said in a condescending tone. Heather proud of her accommodating such a huge cock smiled quickly as Charles began to thrust the entire length quickly into her mouth and down her throat.

"I bet there are several voyeurs watching you gag, they're probably wanking their cocks raw wishing they were doing you. Why don't you turn and look out like you know they're there and smile at them, blow them a kiss and get ready to swallow a lot of black sperm," Charles instructed.

Heather gasped as Charles's cock was withdrawn from her throat, and has she stared out into the blackness she pictured in her mind dozens of men looking at her through telescopes wanking wishing they were face fucking her.

After several seconds of gasping for much needed air and acknowledging the voyeurs, Heather felt a tapping on her cheek. It was Charles tapping his cock against it..

"Time for a slut's reward, Heather . . .  I am real close to cuming and I want to give you a nice taste of black sperm as well as the best cum facial you have ever received." Charles said as he looked down pridefully at this virgin whore.

Heather opened her mouth and Charles quickly slipped his cock back in. His hands took hold of her head and he began to thrust harder and harder her mouth no more than a cunt to him. A minute past then two and the ravishing thrusts continued as did her gagging. Then Charles told her to be ready.  He was about to empty his sperm into her mouth. "Don't forget after I deposit my first squirt of cum I am going to pull out and jack the rest all over that pretty little face of yours."

Heather acknowledged with a gargled grunt that she understood. Then the thrusts stopped, a large black hand took hold of the ravishing fuck tool and held it just between her lips. With a loud deep moan Heather felt the first pulse of Charles's cum blast into her mouth instantly filling it. As instructed she then opened her mouth wide, extended her tongue and with her head tilted back she watched Charles jack his cock furiously as pulse after thick pulses of cum hit her face. When Charles's cock finally stopped its erupting, he laid it on her tongue. "Now, I want my sweet nasty whore to lick it clean."

Heather began licking and slurping the cum slick cock. Charles watched with a smug condescending smile as this young woman, wife and mother frantically licked his cock clean. Then his gentlemanly side returned as he extended his hand to help her to her feet. Standing he looked at her cum coated face and smiled at the gooey mess. Taking her by the hand Charles lead her over to the bed.

"Sit on the edge of the bed and lean back,"  Heather was told.  As she sat her ass on the bed Charles grabbed her legs and pushed them back exposing her cunt and ass. "Hold your fucking legs open, bitch," Heather grabbed the back of her knees and held herself open for Charles. He knelt, and lowering his face to her beautiful wet pussy he inhaled the rich aroused fragrance of Heather's cunt. 

"Now, I am going to lick this sweet cunt of yours, I am going to make your toes curl and you scream in pure pleasure, then I am going fuck your cunt like it's never been fucked before."

With her face still covered in cum, Heather just laid motionless her mind focused on the skillful tongue of this black man. He flicked and circled her clit sending tingles through her body that made her toes curl. She heard him moan and exclaim how sweet her cunt juices tasted as he would scoop some with his tongue to use as lubricant around her clit. Then she felt his tongue slip past her fuck hole till it reached her ass hole. There was no doubt that this man enjoyed licking ass. When he reamed her, it felt like a snake burrowing into her. She couldn't believe how far he was inserting his tongue into her ass. Then one of the most intense orgasms she ever felt began washing over her body flooding her senses with mind exploding pleasure. Heather just screamed and moaned begging him not to stop telling Charles that he was giving her one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

Charles stood still holding her legs up and apart looking down at her sweet gooey fuck hole. Pleased that Heather really was enjoying being his whore. He hoped that she would join the whore directory or at least let him use her on his many visits to her city. Heather lifted her head and peering between her thighs she could see Charles's cock had regained its strength. She knew he would last a long time having already cum once in her mouth.  This would be a long hard fuck.

Sliding his hands up to her ankles Charles pulled her legs together so that her delicate petite feet were inches from his face. Heather watched breathlessly has Charles pressed and rolled his face briefly into the soles of her sexy soft feet. His tongue brought a giggle from Heather as it explored the creases and folds of  her feet. Next, Charles took a toe into his mouth sucking on it as if it were a nipple. For the next several minutes Heather watched as each of her toes were taken in turn into Charles's mouth and sucked.

"Time to resume earning your fee, Heather,"  Charles whispered as he opened her legs and positioned himself. After a few moments of teasing her cunt by rubbing his cock through her wet swollen lips he inserted it with slow deliberate firmness till at last the two of them could feel it pressing into her womb. "You better be on the pill, sweet thing, I plan on sending you back down to your husband with your cunt full of  black sperm."

"I am on it, but even if I wasn't I wouldn't want you to pull out. I want to feel your sperm flooding my cunt and womb," She said with pleading expectancy in her eyes.

Charles chuckled he owed this little whores cunt. She wasn't just a whore she was his cock worshiping slut ready, wanting and expecting a hard brutal fuck.

"Fuck me, Charles, fuck me like a dirty whore, do me, do me," She pleaded as she strained to see the union of her cunt and his cock.

Smiling wickedly, Heather's legs hooked over his arms he took hold of her hips and began to thrust into her. "You like it, Heather, you like having a black cock in your cunt?"

Her breathing was in short gasps as she watched it slide in and out of her fuck hole. "Oh, fuck yes, it's so fucking beautiful with my fuck juices glistening on it. Oh, do me, do me, fuck me like a whore you bastard I need to be fucked hard and rough."  

"Hard and rough is what the lady wants?" Charles teasingly asked as he continued his long slow deep thrusts.

"Fuck! I said fuck me hard I am no fucking lady and a fucking dirty whore. Now, fuck me like the whore I am and don't stop till I am dripping with your sperm,"  Heather demanded past any point of arousal she had ever experienced.

As she screamed her needs, she felt his two hands tightening their grip on her hips. Looking up into his face she saw the savage look he had when he was face fucking her returning, she was about to get the rough hard fuck she craved.

Charles withdrew his massive organ so just the tip lay between her swollen labia lips, Heather just quivered and stared into this man's savagely contorted face in anticipation. Then it began. Charles rammed his cock into her cunt filling stretching her. Heather screamed, her legs straighten, her hands clutched desperately to the bed sheets.

"Oh, yeah, fuck . . . your cunt is so tight," Charles snarled as he began thrusting deep and hard into her, his strong hands holding her in place so each thrust would press the tip of his cock into her womb. "Is this what you want, bitch, is this how you want it?" Charles asked as he pummeled her fuck hole.

"Yes, yes, fuck me hard, oh yes I've never been done like this, oh fuck me, fuck me, oh, I am such a dirty whore," Heather babbled hysterically.

Suddenly, Charles withdrew and flipped her over roughly causing her to slide off the bed. "Come on, whore, you know what I want," Heather knew all right as she struggled to her feet. She bent and leaned forward straining on her tip toes so her ass would be high enough for him to mount her doggy style.

Charles had to crouch slightly to get the angle correct and with another hard thrust he was balls deep into this horny whore. Heather squealed as she took the massive fuck organ back into her stretched fuck hole. With his hands holding her hips tightly he began to hump her ass, slap, slap, slap. Carnal grunts, groans and squeals filled the room as Heather  was being fucked like a bitch.

After several nonstop minutes of ass humping Charles withdrew sweating heavily near out of breath. Heather remained motionless waiting to be remounted, but what she got was a hard slap on her ass that caused her to yelp in pain. Charles just laughed as he rolled onto his back in the center of the bed.

"Okay, whore, time for you to ride the bull," Looking up, her ass still stinging from the slap she just received. She saw Charles lying in the middle of the bed, holding his cock up so she could easily slide her cunt down it. Quickly Heather crawled up on the bed so she could straddle him and refill her cunt with his beautiful big cock. Heather loved the feeling of lowering herself down upon Charles's big cock it filled and stretched her. 

Charles looked up and studied her face. Her eyes were closed, a contented smile stretched across her face as her head slowly turned about. Then with her hands resting softly on his chest Heather looked down and began to slowly thrust her hips forward without losing any of his length. Once her body adjusted to being atop Charles her thrusting increased in speed and intensity. 

"That's it, you fucking whore, ride my cock, fuck it, fuck it," Charles encouraged her wild riding of his cock. It felt incredible how she rode him and how vocal she was getting, Heather was riding him to another orgasm. Dizzy and exhausted Heather slowed her thrusting to just a gentle rolling of her hips as she looked dreamily down on the man that was paying her for sex. "It just doesn't get any better than this, she thought to herself. A big hard cock pleasuring her cunt and getting paid for letting the thing do her," she gleefully thought.

Amazed at how intense and hard she fucked he let her savor her orgasm. "Glad it was so good for you, Heather, you are definitely a slut first and a whore second. You sure know how to fuck a cock, bitch. If you enjoy this much more you'll have to pay me," Charles laughingly bantered.

With a smile and a quick lick of her lip's Heather looked into his eyes trilled that a man paying for her body was enjoying her so much. Suddenly, she was bucked off Charles's cock and rolled onto her back. Charles was immediately on top of her. His full weight resting upon her petite frame. Without being asked she spread her legs and lifted them giving Charles full easy access to her fuck hole.




Her Inner Slut Ch. 04



Charles looked into her excited eyes and said, "Fuck, you're a hot, bitch."  He lifted himself back up onto his knees and looking down on her he positioned her legs so her feet were resting on his shoulders, then he guided his cock back into her fuck hole. Wrapping his arms around her legs he gave a firm hard thrust that brought a gasp from Heather as the tip of his cock pressed back into her womb.

His thrusts alternated between a frantic hard humping to a slow gentle probing. Taking her by the ankles he removed them from his shoulders and brought them together. He studied her feet. They were pretty and petite less than a size seven he thought. With his thumbs he caressed the creases and folds of the soles of her feet. Heather watched him as he became mesmerized by her feet. She smiled and her eyes rolled back as she felt the deep soothing caress of his thumbs. 

"Could this get any better, " she thought? Heather loved having her feet massaged and licked she was hoping he would, like her husband, begin to lick her feet and suck her toes again. Not wanting to take it to chance and even though she was there for his pleasure, not her own, she whispered, "Lick them . . . I love having my feet licked . . . I know you want to do them."

Without saying a word Charles brought the soft smooth soles of her feet to his face once more. "mmm mmm.....I just love pretty little sexy feet." Charles said as he pressed and rubbed his face into them his tongue slowly licked through and over the soft wrinkles and folds. Then he turned his attention to her toes. Heather watched his tongue snake around her neatly manicured toes tip in a glossy deep red color.

"I love the softness and smoothness against my face and your toes are just delightful to run my tongue between," Charles hungrily expressed as he gave her feet a tongue bath. 

With his strong black hands holding Heather's ankles, he kept her sweet feet pressed against his face as he resumed pressing his cock rhythmically into her so the tip pressed against her womb. Then Heather felt her legs being laid  to the side rolling her unto her right side. As she was rolled, she could feel her cunt rolling around Charles cock. She felt him nudging her legs from behind her knees, she drew them up as Charles took hold of her waist and thigh and resumed his thrusting. With each thrust they both could feel the tip of Charles's cock hitting her cervix. Heather was going wild she couldn't believe how fucking good he was making her feel.

Quickly withdrawing Charles slapped her ass causing Heather to cry out. "Okay, whore get up on your fucking hands and knees, time to fuck you like a bitch," Charles snarled as he knelt in the center of the bed stoking his cock.

Scrambling to the center of the bed, Heather quickly got up onto her hands and knees so she could be mounted and taken like a bitch in heat. To be taken from behind gave her a  wonderful feeling of fullness. With an expectant look of lust in her face she wiggled her ass at him and said, "Your bitch is ready to be mounted and fucked."

"Oh . . . Yeah . . . you're certainly going to get mounted and fucked . . . hang on bitch I am putting it back in the nasty fuck hole of yours. I am going to send you back to your husband with a cunt full of sperm." Charles said in a debasing tone.

Heather felt the bed shake as he positioned himself behind her tight whoring ass. Then with Charles up against her ass she felt his cock being rubbed back and forth through her cunt lips. Suddenly, she felt his cock reentering her fuck hole. In one fluid motion Charles plunged his cock deep into her cunt till he was balls deep.

Slap! Slap! Slap! The room was filled with the sound of a slut being throughly humped. "Oh, fuck, Oh, fuck I can't believe how deep you are and how hard you're doing me. Ah, ah, ah, ah, fuck me, fuck me like a dirty bitch," Heather shouted at the top of her lungs not caring if the entire hotel could hear her.

"Such a dirty mouth whore you are, Heather. You'll make good money if you let me put you on the executive escort list," Charles told Heather as he paused to get his breath.

Heather lowered her shoulders to the bed so her head touched the mattress. With a fist full of sheet in each hand she braced her self for the final hard thrusting assault that would end with a torrent flood of black sperm swimming in her womb. With Charles' warning about birth control she had a sudden rush of fear that maybe this black man's sperm would be so potent that it might defeat her birth control pill. But, the idea of leaving this hotel room knocked up turned her on even more, till she screamed with yet another orgasm, but not just another orgasm. Heather screamed deliriously with pleasure as she squirted a soaking flood of pussy juices. 

"What the fuck!" Charles suddenly hollered out. "I don't fucking believe it. I've never had a slut, whore or girl friend do this. You've soaked me and my bed." Charles said excitably. 

"Oh, I am sorry! I didn't mean, I mean I couldn't help it you've been hitting all the right spots in my cunt.  Please, please keep fucking me like you were. Make me cum again, make me squirt again. Oh, fuck that felt so good so fucking good," Heather pleaded and cried.

"Oh . . .  I am going to fuck you so hard that you might just flood this room, bitch," Charles cajoled as he resumed his rape like thrusting of Heather's whoring cunt. 

Ah, ah, ah, ugh, ugh, oh fuck, fuck me you bastard, fuck my whoring cunt, fill me with your potent black sperm. I want you to bread me, bread me with your black sperm," Heather gasped in a sexual frenzy of desire, that she would not think of, little alone ask for if she weren't so fucking worked up.

Charles was sweating profusely....he looked like an athlete locked in an intensive battle. Slap, slap, slap grunts and degrading humiliating dirty talk came from both their mouths as Charles was nearing his release. Heather could feel his grip around her waist tightening....she couldn't free herself of the ravishing cock in her fuck hole if she wanted to.

"Her it comes, bitch, a womb full of black baby making sperm," Charles said breathlessly.

A few seconds later Heather heard a very load moan from Charles as he drove his cock to the hilt and held it there as his torrent surge of sperm flooded her. 

"Oh . . .  I can fucking feel you cuming....you're flooding me, flooding me with sperm," Heather exclaimed as she felt his cock pulsing and his cum surging inside her fuck hole. 

His orgasm and its after shocks went on for nearly two minuets when Charles released his grip and sat back his ass was resting on his heels. "Fucking awesome, Heather, you are a fucking awesome whore, Charles panted his well satisfied approval.

Now, get your fucking mouth down here and lick my cock clean," Charles ordered.

Heather always took the filthy sex talk of her husband and other partners as just that, but with Charles it was sometimes hard to tell if he were just engaging in filthy sex talk or really meant and believed the words he directed at her. The way he said things the tone and timing was stinging she genuinely felt degraded and humiliated. Especially, now after enjoying a great fuck that caused her to squirt and orgasm several times, Charles's tone made her feel cheap. Other men had asked her to lick them clean after cuming in her and she was all to happy to comply, because they asked appreciatively. Charles on the other hand was simply ordering her expecting her to just do it because it was her job, too.

When she finished cleaning Charles's spent cock, she looked up at his face to see a condescending smirk. Then his face softened and a pleasant smile warmed and reassured her.

"Fucking awesome, Heather," Charles repeated as he held out his big open arms.

Heather leaned into his arms and was surprised when his hands took gentle hold of her face so he could kiss her.

"You better plug that cunt of yours, Heather, if you want to give hubby some cream pie, Charles crassly suggested with a chuckle as he got up off the bed. 

I am done with you for the night. I've got to get some sleep I have several important meetings tomorrow. But I've got to have your cell number . . . I am in town usually a couple of times a month and I very much want to use you again. Also, give me your e-mail so I can send you instructions on adding your name to the Executive Whore Exchange," Charles continued as he tossed a pad of paper and pen on the bed.

As Heather wrote the information down, she could see Charles opening the room safe. When he returned to the side of the bed he held out ten crisp one hundred dollar bills and said, "I think this properly compensates you for your services. In the future you should collect your base fee before you spread your legs, that way the guy knows that you are a pro providing a service, not a horny slut he's just pick up."

Heather couldn't believe he was actually giving her a thousand dollars for having sex and that he wanted her services each time he came to town.

"Okay, my sweet little whore, time for you to get your fucking ass back down to your husband," Charles said as he began moving toward the door holding her shoes the only article of clothing she had in the room.

Seeing Charles with her shoes moving toward the door, Heather jumped off the bed and  ran after him. As they both stood naked at the room door, Heather wondered why he wasn't giving her any time to clean up.

"Thank you, Heather, for a fucking good time. You'll make a ton of money with the exchange. Now, you have just one more service to perform for me,  Charles said to a confused looking Heather. As you walked to this room, you will leave it."

Heather's eyes widen as she remembered where her dress was. "I don't care to walk naked down the hall, but my hair and make-up are a mess. I have dried and fresh cum on my face, tits, and hair. If anyone sees me they'll know for sure...."

"They'll know for sure that you are a whore, Heather, Charles quickly finished her sentence. But, I don't want you to just walk down the hall naked. I want you to wait for the elevator to come, with any luck someone will be getting off the elevator and see you. Then on your way down you can dress if you want," Charles continued his last instruction.

"Okay....if that's what the customer wants, that's what I'll do," Heather said as she grabbed her shoes, then standing on tip toes she leaned toward him again for one last kiss before starting her naked departure.

Charles stood in the ajar door and watched this first time whore strutting down the hall naked with an extra wiggle to her hips, obviously enjoying the public displaying of her body. 

"Heather, next time make sure your ass hole is ready for action. You're going to be doing ATMs a lot." Charles hollered at her as she continued her naked trek.

As she stood at the elevator door both Charles and Heather waited in nervous anticipation of the doors opening. They both wanted someone to be there, to see her naked with the obvious appearance of a woman having just finished having sex.

A muffled tone announced the elevator's arrival and as the doors open a very shocked man and woman stood staring at her. Heather just smiled and stepped into the elevator car as the couple stepped out. As the doors closed Heather shouted to the woman who was looking at her in disgust, "I made a thousand bucks tonight spreading my legs, honey, how much you going to be making?"

Heather laughed hysterically as the elevator began descending. Then she quickly slipped her dress and shoes on with little time to straighten herself. Looking in the mirror she could see she looked like she had been ridden hard and put away wet. Tom, her husband was in for a special treat, she mused as the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

Tom was sitting in the elevator lobby directly across from the opened car door. His eyes wide in disbelief that the nasty looking slut in front of him was his wife. "Are you okay, Heather?" Tom asked in concern.

"Of course I am okay, honey. Look I made a thousand dollars," Heather answered as she proudly held the hundred dollar bills up for her husband to see.

Tom was speechless to say the least till he saw a trickle of something on her inner thigh. "What's that on your thigh?" he asked.

Heather in an  unlady like manner splayed her legs opened and looked down to see what Tom saw. "Oh, that's just cum, honey," she answered as she lewdly pulled her dress up so he and anyone passing could see.

"Come on, Tom, lets find a quiet spot  you've got some pussy cleaning to do before we leave," Heather said as she grabbed his hand pulling him toward the conference room hall way. Finding a door ajar they slipped into the dark conference room tables covered in fresh white table clothes. 

"Here! Over here, Tom," Heather directed as she pulled Tom toward a long narrow table. In the darkness Tom could see Heather had let her dress fall from her body. Then she wiggled her ass onto the edge of the table, leaned make and spreading her legs said, "I am spread and ready for you, baby. I've got  gooey fresh cream pie in my cunt. I want to hear you licking and slurping it all out of me"

Looking about the room quickly, Tom saw a partially opened door and a light in a service room. Not really caring at this point if any one was looking or about to enter the room he held her ass cheeks and saw the dim light reflecting on her cum filled cunt. Then with a smile he leaned forward and began licking and slurping away at the sloppy cream pie.

As Tom feasted on Heather's cream pie, she lifted her head and watched her husband dutifully licking her cunt clean and said, "Honey, the gentleman's cum your feasting on comes to town a couple of times of month. He wants me again so I gave him my cell number. I guess now when you call me a whore it will be more than just dirty talk.

Tom pressed his face deeply into her cunt and sucked a mouthful of cum as he heard his wife tell him she would be this man's whore again.

Heather squealed as she felt the tickling sensation of Tom's sucking her fuck hole. Resting her head Heather looked up at the darkened room's ceiling and smiled wondering what Tom would do when she told him about the Executive Whore Exchange.

"And, Tom, there's more to me just giving him my cell number. He wants me to be apart of the Executive Whore Exchange," Heather said matter of factually as if she were being asked to join a civic organization.   

Tom just kept licking and sucking the sticky, gooey mess as he pondered the implications, and possibilities of his sweet wife being a professional whore.

Thanks for reading....If you have read my other stories you know I like making sluts out of ladies and whores out of sluts.

Love to get comments....