5 comments/ 23012 views/ 6 favorites Suzanne – The Inner Self By: SplendidSpunk It had been a long night out with the girls and most of us were sober enough to call a cab and then Betsy starts talking about fantasies. "Men always have some fantasy they insist we try, am I right?" I nodded, as did Samantha, Alana and Jenna as Betsy continued to regale us with her latest pontification. "So last week Jeff decides it would be all nice an exciting for me to dress up as a school girl, you know the knee socks, little skirt white blouse? Well...." I thought about my own sex life and if any of these friends of mine had ever left the world of vanilla sex, like I had. "...and so after all that preparation my hair and that silly outfit. Jeff comes home basically flips up the back of my skirt, bends me over and wham bam his cock is spewing his cum in my pussy and he's off for a beer." We all laughed at Betsy's story, sure that it was unfortunately the truth. I wondered again if any of them could handle a man with a true desire to fulfill his and their fantasy. These girls, and I was there a while ago, play pretend with their boyfriends or husbands, I took it to the next level. "You think that's a tough one, let me tell you...." Alana started in on her own fantasy story but I was thinking back to when I left their world and stepped into a dark fantasy I've had all my life. I was at a party some friends had thrown about a year ago. Tim was out on the deck with the guys so I'd spent a few hours mingling at the party and was about get him and leave when this tall and attractive man stops me. He took my hand lightly and said. "You have the perfect body and I apologize if that offends you." Stunned at the time but offended, no not at all. This fairly nice looking man just admired my body, a body that I've always considered workable but nothing special. I'm five foot six, so already I'm kind of the head sticking up in the crowd of women, I do like my hair though, a nice shade of Auburn that I let just brush atop my shoulders. Now as for my breasts? One day I love them the next I wish I had breasts. Ok, I'm a thirty four B cup and while they are a nice handful, I sometimes get a little worked up when every guy in the place glues their eyes to the 42 DDD with the tight T-shirt. I digress! I've got legs and an ass so God wasn't totally messing with me and my green eyes have been said to mesmerize both women and men. But the perfect body? "I'm not offended but amused at your exaggeration, Mr.?" "You may call me Robert, Miss? Or is it Mrs.?" "Suzanne. My husband is outside. Do you always use that line on women? The perfect body thing?" "Suzanne, but you do. I bet you are one of those silly women who is always standing in the mirror saying 'If my nose were just a little more to the left, or my ear lobes just a hair longer and my boobs I wish they were.' Yet, Suzanne when a man looks at the total package and how well matched the breasts are to the ass and the legs as well as the way the face is sculptured, we are very pleased." "I think you've had too much to drink Robert." "Oh Suzanne, do not run from your looks and make fun when a man tells you he finds you attractive. I'm sure your husband enjoys you completely, fills your every desire. Do not be afraid of me, I only give a woman what she asks for." "And you think I was asking for someone to tell me how perfect my body was?" "In a way yes. But I must be off now may I give you my card? I know how less safe it is for a beautiful woman to give out her number." I nodded and before I could move he slipped his card down the front of my blouse, nestling it right atop my left nipple. I gasped and looked up to say something and saw only the back of Robert leaving. Not wanting to cause a scene at my friend's party I left the card where it sat, removing it in the bathroom and putting it in the bottom of my purse, then going to find Tim. "...then he can't even get it up." We all laughed as Alana finished her story and then Samantha said. "Man at least you all have a story, my guy is pretty vanilla all the time. He's never even tried to do it with me anywhere but the bed. He's nice and I do like it but I'm thinking a good story would be nice too, at least once in a while." Yeah, I tell myself if you can handle it Sam. I took a few weeks and finally retrieved the card from Mr. you've got a perfect body and called him. I asked Bob if he remembered me from the party a few weeks ago and he said, in a very deep and commanding type of voice, a voice that startled me. "My name is Robert and yes I recall you Suzanne. What is it I may do for you?" Ok, I was stunned by his question, I mean he gave me his card and asked me to call now he wants to know what I want. I lamely said. "I found your card." Yeah on my nipple, how stupid was it for me to recall that in the fist few minutes of this call. "I just wanted to call and find out more about a man who says the kinds of things you said." "Suzanne, I think you called me for two reasons, One because you truly appreciated the fact that I recognized the perfection of your body." He paused and I said. "I believe you said two reasons?" "Yes but before I tell you the second one, I know you will hang up the phone immediately and I understand. You will call back. The second reason my Suzanne is that you liked how I used your body the other night putting my card over your nipple. You are looking for a man who will take control unlike your husband, am I right?" I did hang up the phone and I did call back a couple of days later. "Yeah he's always like, just try it baby, I know you'll like it. I told him the other night that if it so good to buy me a strap on and I do him." We all gave Jenna the high five and when it became my turn I said. "Tim and I have a good life but he's never approached me with any of those fantasies." I then begged off with a headache and left. I grinned to myself as I walked out thinking about that line 'not tonight I have a headache'. In the cab I recalled now that second phone call. "Bob its me Suzanne!' "My name is Robert." "I'm sorry Robert, I won't forget again and I'm sorry I hung up on you the other night." "I am sure it will happen again before you understand your nature, Suzanne. In fact that last sentence probably had you clenching the phone and thinking about it, am I right?" "Damn you yes, You are so, so ..." "I think the word is right. Now meet me tomorrow at 11 and Joe's coffee on Main. I prefer you in a simple skirt and blouse, medium heels and stockings not panty hose. I assume it will be no problem for you to make an excuse for your husband?" "Who do you..." "Now Suzanne let us not play games, till tomorrow then?" He hung up the phone and left me angry. How dare this man tell me where and when to meet or how to dress, why the sheer effrontery of that man. I was sitting patiently at Joes the next day in a basic black skirt, a while cotton blouse, medium heels and stockings, clipped to a garter belt, no pantyhose. My husband was at work. Robert came in and went straight to the counter returning with two cups of coffee. He set one down in front of me and I said. "Robert I really don't like coffee." He looked at me briefly then picked up his cup, took a drink and said. "Suzanne, it is a gift from me, please do not insult me. Drink it. I want you to know what pleases me, and this coffee pleases me. Drink it and learn more about me." I reluctantly drank the coffee, black and it was bitter but I made it through. When I'd finished Robert said. "I believe you are the type of woman who can enjoy both a man and a woman." Did he just ask me about my sexual preferences. Why am I here, I've got to go. But instead I said. "Not that it's any of your business Robert but I'm straight, I enjoy men in my bed." "Yes, I know that Suzanne, but I think you also enjoy the occasional woman too! Do not lie to me Suzanne. Damn it, how did he know? "Maybe once or twice." It was a lie. I've had a few affairs with women, first because they were beautiful and so very good in bed, but also because I always felt less of a cheat as long as it was with a woman. "See. Telling the truth is good for you Suzanne. I want to cook you a meal. What night can you make it?" I thought about my husband and his regular haunts and said. "Thursday my husband is out with the boys that night." "Come to my house at 7 PM. Please be punctual the meal is delicate and I would hate to have it ruined. Wear something appropriate for an evening meal, Suzanne. A nice skirt, blouse and heels. Please recall that I do not like panty hose so again stockings." Then he took my hand in his and kissed the back of it. "I look forward to getting to know you better Suzanne." I found a decent skirt and blouse but had to buy a bra and panties. I was meeting a stranger at his house for dinner, lying to my husband and refusing to fool myself about my own intentions. If this went the way I was beginning to hope then I was on the edge of an affair. I knew it. I knew it would be wrong but something about Robert left me unable to think beyond myself or of my family. I would be there at 7 PM. Dinner was one of the best I'd eaten in a long time and after Robert asked me to come to his den. "Please stand here, Suzanne and let me admire you." I stood still. I was a bit confused at how distant Robert had seemed, his conversation casual all through dinner. Now standing here while he sat comfortably in his chair I began to feel a bit nervous. "Suzanne your body is beautiful. I think you want to remove your blouse and show me your breasts. Please now." "What" Who knows where that came from but the follow up from me was lame, even I will admit it. "You want me to just strip for you?" Robert smiled and said. "Its what you want Suzanne. I knew the minute I saw you that you want a man to obey. You want a man to let you do things you think are wrong that maybe embarrass you, but inside, Suzanne this is who you are. Please do as I say." His tone was so easy yet strong and I found myself unbuttoning my blouse. When I was done he said. "Hand it to me then go back and stand where you were." Moving more on auto I removed my blouse and handed it to him. I could feel my face redden and lifted my arms to shield my bra-encased boobs. "Put your arms at your side Suzanne. Now turn for me." I slowly lowered my arms and turned in a circle and he said. "Again Suzanne but slowly. Let me see how your breasts compliment you." I did as he asked then gulped when he asked for my bra. I stood frozen looking at him and he said. "Suzanne, I realize you need to pretend, to play this silly game but NOW, take off your bra and give it to me." If you asked me right then why I did all this I could not say but I felt something inside me responding to Roberts requests. A feeling so deep in my core that it would take a few more sessions with him before I knew that answer. I handed him my bra and stood naked from the waist up, then turned slowly for him. Next came my skirt and finally my panties. I still remember the stickiness of my thighs as I turned again for Robert displaying my naked body for him. Wearing only the stockings and heels I let him see all of me, every inch of my skin and when he rose from his seat and came to me I stifled a moan. He reached down and pushed my thighs apart, I gave no resistance. His hand then gently parted my labia and touched my wet soaking pussy. I felt ashamed at his knowledge of my excitement. He raised his pussy-dampened hand to his nose and inhaled, then smiled and held that hand to my face. "Taste the wonder of your sex Suzanne. See how easily I have given you what you seek." I leaned forward and licked my own pussy juice from his hand and knew, just knew he was going to take me right there and then. When he told me to dress that it was time to go home I almost cried, but I was already starting so see the benefits of obeying him. "I want you back here next week, call me and tell me the day." As he ushered me out of his house I felt like a cheap slut and believe it or not I liked the feeling. The next day I called Robert and said I was free Tuesday thru Thursday as my husband would be away. I told him I could come to him any time on those days. On Tuesday morning I received my first package from Robert along with instructions and a time. I took the package to my room and carefully examined the contents. I was to be at Robert's by two PM and to wear the clothing in the box, nothing more nothing less. I held out the dress Robert had sent or me to wear. It was a simple shift, but elegant too. Thin straps would hold it in place and the hem would come between my knees and hips. It was my favorite color, red and the garter belt matched. The heels were black and much higher then I was used to, probably a five-inch lift to them. There was no bra, but I don't usually need one, except this shift would cling to me and my nipples would most certainly be on display. I looked at the clock and needed to get moving if I was to be on time and looking good for Robert. I had to get used to the height before I could leave and even after all the practice I still stumbled a bit entering Robert's lobby giving the doorman the impression that I'd drank my lunch. I was pleased to be there so I didn't even care what I looked like. Even the stares of men as I walked down the street, knowing they were focusing on my breasts and ass and how well they were displayed by this clinging dress. I knocked at Roberts door at 2 PM, on time. "You must be Suzanne. Come on in Robert is anxious for you to arrive. My name is Ella." I did not expect to see a much younger woman, blonde to my auburn, short to my tall, big breasted to my well you know. In fact seeing another woman here at all shocked me and made me wonder but I followed her, because by then I wanted Robert in the worst way. I dressed in clothes he chose, I'd striped for him and I hoped to finally have him inside me today. But this other woman, Ella, she was very attractive and so well built like most of those smaller women. We entered the room where I'd stripped for Robert while he only watched and I felt myself color at the memory. I could also feel a dampening in my panties confirming that this whole situation was one I really wanted. I almost missed the implication of what Robert was saying to Ella. "Yes this is Suzanne and she is new. I have decided to see how the two of you get on. Now go and give our guest a proper welcome Ella." A proper welcome, as Robert put it, was a lip-to-lip hard deep soul touching kiss that confirmed my panties would need a good cleaning. I pushed her back and was about to protest when Robert said. "Suzanne, Ella is a gift for you. We both know how you enjoy the soft touch of another woman. Do not be ashamed. I think two women enjoying one another, is a gift from god, now enjoy Ella. Ella, show Suzanne how loving you are." I stood frozen this was not on my list of what I wanted today. Ella was now kissing me and working on the mechanism that kept this shift on and before I had a chance to snap out of it and do something her lips were locked on my nipple and I was putty in her hands. I heard someone moaning as Ella used her hand on my other breast as her mouth sucked and bit at my nipple, then her other hand found my wet panties and ripped them from me, tearing the lacey material and leaving my pussy naked. Her fingers pushed my legs far enough apart to find the entrance to my sex and when she started diddling with it I caught fire. I wanted this woman and I began to use my own lips and hands on her. Eventually we were two naked women writhing in each other's embrace, our faces glued to the others pussy, our tongues stretching and searching deep inside our pussies. I came quickly to Ella's manipulations and felt her responding soon after. But we didn't stop, we were savagely eating and kissing each other, using our hands to pinch and twist what we could reach. I was on my back looking up into her wet swollen pussy just about to pierce her entrance with my tongue once again when I saw a pair of hair legs and then a hard cock entering my line of vision. I watched as that cock speared the pussy I was about to eat and I realized that Robert was fucking Ella. If Ella had not been feasting on my own cunt at the time, the disappointment of not being the recipient of Robert's beautiful cock might have put me in tears. But Ella was bringing me to orgasm after orgasm and so I sat fascinated watching Robert's cock fill Ella's pussy. I've never really watched like this before, only in some pornographic movies Tim and I watched years ago. It was the most erotic thing I'd seen. Robert's hard cock pummeling Ella's wet and swollen pussy and here I was only and inch or two from the action. I could see how her labia tried to hold his cock as he withdrew and how it was forced inside her when he pushed into her. I began to lick at Robert's balls as I could and let my tongue slide on his shaft as he rocked in and out of Ella. When his cock jerked and began to shoot I watched in amazement as his seed flowed around his cock and over the rim of her pussy as he filled her to overflowing. I could not let it go to wasted and did my best to capture any of Robert's cum that escaped the warm confines of Ell's pussy. When he withdrew completely I attacked Ella's just fucked pussy and sucked both her and Robert's cum from her hole. I was ravenous and would not be denied. Later after Ella and I had showered we stood before Robert. "Ella, thank you for allowing me the pleasure of your cunt today." "Sir, it give me joy to know you wanted to use me in such a way. Thank you for this woman, I know I could not have earned her, you have been generous with this slut, sir." Sir, and slut and the third person speech. Yes, it was wrong and yes it was right too. I waited for Robert to say something. "Suzanne, when you are ready to want me for my pleasure and not your own, then you will have found what you are looking for. Today I sensed you wanted me to fuck you for your enjoyment and not for mine. Look to Ella's words and learn how to serve me. It is the only way you will reach the goal you maybe still deny. Tomorrow you will receive another package and a car will be sent for you. I will test you Suzanne." So here I sit, another simple shift, this one black, five-inch heels, stockings and a garter belt, no bra. The one item that's new is a collar around my neck. It was leather and had one steel ring affixed to the side. I knew what it meant and shivered when I put it on and later when I looked at it in the mirror. I am prepared for tonight, I am ready to please this man and pray that I can. I will do as he says without pause, regardless of what he asks of me. I have come to realize that he was right, I was in need of someone to dominate me, this was what had for so many years crept into my dreams and woke me to damp sheets in the morning. I hear a car door followed shortly by a knock. I open the door to see an older, shabby, somewhat soiled cab driver. "Miss Suzanne?" "Yes." I stammered, still nervous and now wondering exactly what is in store for me. "I've been asked to pick you up and take you to your destination." "I'm ready." "I've been asked to put this on you, Miss Suzanne." His hands held a blindfold and I bent my head to allow him to put it on, then he took my hand and carefully guided me to his cab. I could smell the cab long before I got close to it. It stank of sex and urine and other less tantalizing things but I allowed the driver to put me in the back seat. I was a bit dizzy not being able to see where I was, nor able to expect the turns when they came but all in all I just hoped that whet ever vermin lived in this cab did not get on me. The cab came to a stop and the driver assisted me out. I could hear the sounds of traffic and an occasional voice but it felt empty. Suzanne – The Inner Self Ch. 02 Part 2 The Slut Begins to Emerge (Suzanne our little suburban housewife with a Submissive desire continues her story here for you. I am writing it, as if I were her much to her dismay, her fear that her Husband might see it and in it her. That is of course exactly what this slut wants, to be humiliated and used. . (I can write this because Suzanne is now my slut as well as Robert's but my story with her will come later.) Now let me tell you what happened next -- K) It had been days since the last time I'd been with Robert, yet the memories of my being used in that warehouse remain strong and keep me wet almost constantly. I pace the floors when my husband is at work, hoping to hear from Him, wanting what only he has been able to give me. Then in the next minute I feel embarrassed and ashamed of what I seem to want so much. 'Isn't the sex with your husband enough' I ask myself over and over and the answer is still the same, no DAMN IT. That night I learned that Tim, my husband would have to go to Atlantic City for a week- long conference, he was leaving in the morning, a last second replacement for someone. I helped Tim pack and assured him I understood, that I'd miss him and then that night fucked him, and drained him. He left me the next morning with a smiled burned into his face and I too felt pretty good. I showered after he left then sat naked at my computer and chatted on line with some folk I've come to know, well maybe I know them! We just passed inane stories, humorous events and silly chatter until I could take it no longer. I'd been idly using my left hand between my legs, thinking of last night with Tim, thinking of one of the men I chatted with on line but mostly thinking about a week without my husband and wishing I'd hear from Robert. I hoped that by not getting dressed and wandering my home naked the gods might send me Robert, but by lunchtime, I gave up and dressed. I took a page from Roberts's book though and left my bra in the drawer with my panties. I found a garter and usable hose and slipped them on, standing now in front of a mirror and seeing how the garter belt framed both my ass and pussy. I went to my closet and looked for just the right dress and soon found it in the back. It was a dress I'd not worn in years; somehow I felt too old for it and abandoned it to the dark reaches of the closet. But today it seemed as if it was the right age for me and I slipped it on. I am pretty much unchangeable in size, weight is always only a pound or two one-way or the other, fantastic metabolism and decent diet. So the dress fit and without a bra it looked sexy as my eraser-sized nips popped out and pushed the soft fabric creating identical dents on my chest, just on top of the small B cup mounds. My long legs looked great in the hose and the hem of the dress came to mid thigh, so while I was without panties the length generally would cover my puss. Unless of course I wanted it seen, then it would just be a matter of how I sat and where I sat and where my legs went. I felt myself moisten as I looked at the woman in the mirror. Depending on how I looked I saw a demure housewife on her way to the mall or a hot sexy woman looking for sex. I giggled at the dual images and decided I looked decent enough and it was only my knowledge of my naked puss that made me seem seductive. So I headed to the car and off to the mall. I had sex on my mind and so Victoria's Secrets were shared and placed in a bag for me, a new blouse I could never wear in public and some shoes that would require practice before I used them. As for the event in the shoe store when I tried on the shoes? Well I wanted to show the young man my naked puss but he wasn't interested, maybe he was gay. He never even looked. Don't these guys have a course or something to tell them the possibilities of a woman in a dress? Depressed at having failed to expose myself, feeling cheap and unwanted I headed home hoping the secrets Victoria sold me would prove special. It would be days before I would figure that out. A package was on my front step addressed to me with no return address, my pussy twitched, I just knew it was form Robert. I hurried inside knowing that his packages always contained instructions and times. I was afraid I'd no time to spare and was right; the first line of his note told me to be ready in what was now only twenty minutes away. Panicked I went through the note and saw that only the make up was time consuming and hurried to my room to do that, not yet looking at the outfit. I was so excited I had to force myself to calm down just to get the make up on. Dark red lipstick, rouge on the cheeks, eyeliner and face powder, I was to look like an over made up whore and that thought made me wet. I looked into the box and saw four packages numbered one thru four, I was told to do this in order. The first contained a pair of black fishnet stockings and a very pale blue garter belt. I strapped it on and pulled the hose on. I felt cheap and tawdry, and then I opened the second package and gasped. It looked like a pair of 'daisy dukes' but so tiny. I pulled them up and only a thin strip of denim covered my wet pussy lips, I knew it would soon ride between those lips. The shorts barely covered my mound and I knew both of my ass cheeks were exposed. The straps of the garter were well below the hem of the shorts. The top was a tube style in soft, blue cotton, thin and did nothing to hide even my small tits. My nipples were trying to tear the fabric. In the third package was a pair of six inch black heels and I slipped them on. I only had a few more minutes and I used a couple of them to see myself. In the mirror stood the inner slut there was no hint of the housewife. I smiled at the image and cringed at the thought that I'd be leaving my house like this. I went to the last package and found a small jewelry box. Inside there was one beautiful earring, the long dangling kind, pendulum in shape and another note. "When you see the matching earring, earn it." I could not help but wonder how I was to do that as I hurried downstairs to what I knew would be a doorbell ringing. Just as I came to the door the bell rang and my pussy clenched and dripped my juices onto my hose. I opened the door and saw my last driver and his dirty cab. Silently I followed him, opened my own door and sat on the soiled back seat as he put the cab in gear and pulled away. My adventure was beginning and I sat with my legs closed not wanting the driver to see how wet I was whenever he looked in his rearview mirror, angled just for that purpose. We hadn't gone a block when he said. "Robert wants you to keep your legs spread. I know you are trying to please the man so I feel I have to tell you that he asks for a report." The ride wasn't long and when the cab stopped the driver opened the door and reached in and held my hand as I stepped out. Then I was pushed back up against the now closed door of the cab and the driver was so close to me he was smashing my tits with his chest. I was shocked and a little scared as I first felt his breath then heard his words as he whispered in my ear. "I know what kind of women Robert collects, slut." I was trying to wiggle free of this man, when I heard him call me slut. I knew I was a slut but I was Robert's slut. I said. "I'm Robert's and you should not call me slut, I am not your slut." I heard him giggle and he said. "Oh baby, a slut is a slut. You wanted to be Robert's slut; you wanted to be a slut." As he said that his hand slid in between us and found the waiste band of my daisy dukes and slid between the material and my skin. By the time he'd said the word slut for the last time his fat finger was coated in my pussy juice and sliding in and out of me. When he added a second finger I shuddered but accepted this, as I was sure Robert was watching. The driver once again leaned in close as his fingers filled me he whispered. "So tell me now what are you?" I hesitated not wanting to have to admit to this man just exactly what he and I both knew and he took that time to hook his fingers inside me and pull me up so only the tips of my toes touched the ground. It hurt and I cried out "I'm a slut! I'm Robert's slut. I'm your slut. I'm a slut." As he eased me back to the ground I came and my whole body trembled as I coated the driver's fingers with my pussy juices. As the orgasm quieted he pulled his hand from my pants and put his big dirty fingers on my lips "A good slut would lick these clean, Robert would expect that." I still felt Robert was watching, evaluating me so I opened my mouth and cleaned my own cum from his fingers. When I was done I finally looked close at the area of the city we were in. It was a derelict section of the city and the driver now used his cleaned fingers to point to a run down building across the street. "In there, the door number is on the note." He smiled and then said. "I'll be called to come and get you when it's time. Thanks for the tip." I watched him pull away, frightened to be alone but excited at what Robert had planned. My pussy dripped constantly as I still felt the fat fingers of my driver, still had my own pussy on my tongue as I walked to the building. It stank of stale urine and beer as I took the stairs to the third floor. A few homeless drunks were sitting in various locations as I passed and all reached out to touch me. I let them. The last one pulled on my tube top and one of my tits popped free, I let it hang that way as I knocked on the door marked 311. It took a few minutes before the door opened and I spent that time thinking. When the cab driver used his fingers on me that had been the first time I was a slut for anyone other then Robert, who I could see! My time in the warehouse I'd been blindfolded and could not see who was fucking me, whose pussy I was eating. Today there was no blindfold and I had no doubt that when this door opened my time with the driver would seem like child's play. I'd see the cocks and if there are any the pussies. I'd see the faces and know if they are white, Hispanic or Black whatever. I felt nervous and my stomach flipped as the sound of the doorknob turning filled my ears. If I'd had another minute I might have left, but the door opened and a large white man reached out and grabbed my hair and pulled me in saying. "You're Roberts's woman and you're late." This man was over six and half feet tall and must have weighed no less the three hundred pounds. He was young, probably in his late twenties and fairly good-looking. He was still holding me by my hair and I knew that if he lifted his hand my body would not tax his arms at all. So I tried to remain motionless as I said. "The driver held me up a bit, please forgive me?" (I want to comment here -- Reading this part does not reflect how nervous my slut really was. I find it annoying to try to read someone stuttering or using half words and all so I decided to step in here and just say she was scared, very scared of what this man would do with her, she didn't have the blindfold to hide behind any more and that along with this stranger had her ready to wet herself, not in a sexy way. I will admit I laughed as she told me this story, I had to use the riding crop on her ass to get all the details, but again that's later in Suzanne the Slut's life --K) "Not my problem it's yours. Now I understand your looking for this." He opened his other hand and I saw my other earring in the palm of his hand. Still wincing as his hand held my hair I nodded and realized as the pain crested my skull that moving my head was stupid and I then said "Yes Sir." "I don't just give valuable stuff away to strangers. What are you offering for it?" "My Master says I'm to earn it back. You can see what I have with me, only a skimpy pair of shorts, a tube top with one of my tits loose, stockings and shoes. No pocketbook or money Sir. Would the use of my body be enough to earn the jewelry back, Sir?" My head hurt where his hand still held my hair and as I spoke my head would move ever so slightly and spark new pain to my scalp. When he let go of my hair a new surge of pain swept through me but what he said next scared me too. "Well, I guess you might do, but you're kind of tiny, not sure you can handle me, certainly you can handle my brothers and maybe they'd get you open enough. John, Harry, Billy why don't you come out and meet our new toy." When the other three came out my host looked bigger as the others were so normal in height and weight they just made him look bigger. "This is John." He pointed to the tallest of the three, a slender man with dark hair and eyes. He leered at me and I cringed. "This is Harry." Harry was the shortest but still taller then I was, he was heavier but it looked to be muscle not fat, he was balding but still looked very young. "This is Billy." Billy was handsome, so handsome I wanted to crawl away to a quiet corner with him. He had dark wavy hair, a nice ass, dark beard, and the type that looks like he needs a shave right after he has one. Oh yes Billy I looked forward to. "And I'm Mike. I guess you we just call slut right?" I was so infatuated with Billy that I said. "I'm Suzanne but yes you can call me slut." I should not have used my name but I was so into Billy's good looks I never thought to just accept slut or create a name. If they ever saw me anywhere and called me by name...damn. I stood looking at the four of them and realized I was going to have to start this. So I asked. "Do you want me to take off my clothes, or would you like me this way for now?" Billy spoke up. "Yeah Suzanne the slut show us your stuff while we decide what we're going to do with you." Even his voice excited me, almost like Robert's did, but he did not have that authoritative tone that set me off when I heard Robert. I pulled the relatively useless tube top over my head freeing my other tit and then unbuttoned the shorts and pulled them down completely exposing my pussy. I reached for the garter belt hooks and Mike said. "No leave that and the shoes." I stopped and stood, than recalling Robert I slowly turned and let them see me from every angle. When I'd made the full turn I saw that John and Harry had dropped their jeans and boxers and I saw two very nice and hard cocks. I dropped to my knees and went to take John's cock in my mouth. I put my hand on him and opened my mouth and took him in. He tasted clean and I relaxed a bit as I let his cock slide into my warm mouth. He just stood and let me suck him in and I used my head to move him in and out, bobbing on his cock, feeling it grow bigger with each move. I was getting into him as someone reached around me and grabbed my tits and squeezed them hard. I cried out but with John's cock in my mouth the cry was smothered. The hands on my tits continued to squeeze and pull them, harder each time, the pain was getting stronger and stronger and I responded by sucking John even harder and faster. When John's cock started to throb and jerk he pushed into me, fucking my mouth and driving his cock into my throat. I gagged and pulled back, letting his cock free and he came, spraying my face with cum and then pushed back into my mouth and filled me with the next few spurts. I swallowed as best as I could; enjoying the taste of him, knowing that since the warehouse I'd missed the salty musky taste of cum. When he pulled his spent cock from my mouth I sighed at the loss but was pushed down on my hands as Harry, I guess took me from behind. I felt his hard cock slide into my very wet cunt and I moaned in pleasure as he filled me completely. He reached around again and grabbed my sore tits and started mauling them again. The combination of his cock in my pussy, the taste of cum on my tongue and the pain from my tortured tits had me orgasming in no time. I rocked my ass back into Harry as he rammed into me, pushing his cock so deep into me that he pounded the back of my cunt, pushing against my cervix with each entry. My mind was back in the warehouse again recalling the delicious feel of so many cocks and pussies. Yet my eyes were open and I saw Billy move in front of me, his hard cock in his hands and coming close to my face. I wanted his cock so bad I opened my mouth wide and looked in his eyes and begged him with my own. He understood and without a care to me rammed his hard cock into my mouth and then furiously fucked my face, bruising my lips and finding my throat with each thrust. Harry alternated with Billy's thrusts and rammed me from behind when Billy pulled back. The two of them in a rhythm; fucking me hard, fucking me with gusto. I was in a continuous state of orgasm now as the two cocks ruthlessly fucked each end of me. I kept my eyes open and watched Billy's pubic hair hit my nose with each of his thrusts. The cum on my face from John's cock was still sliding across my heavily made up face and dripping now and again from my chin. When Harry's cock emptied in my pussy my orgasm peaked and I grumbled on Billy's cock. When Harry pulled out and finally released my aching tits. Billy pulled out and pushed me on my back, grabbing my ankles as my legs unfolded beneath me. He stretched my legs wide, opening my pussy and he stared at it for a minute before bending my legs back to my ears and ramming his cock in my just fucked cunt. Harry brought his cum and pussy covered cock to my face and forced it between my bruised lips, making me suck our combined fluids from him. Billy was fucking my wide-open cunt hard and he reached places I never knew existed down there and I moaned over Harry's cock as I took pleasure in Billy's drive. When Billy's cock jerked inside me I felt his hot cum spray against my pussy walls and my orgasm overcame me. It was so strong I had to move and I wrenched my hips up into Billy's spurting cock. Billy pulled his cock out and let the last few spurts coat my belly. When he released my legs, they splayed on the floor wide open and I tried to catch my breath. I looked up and saw Mike standing above me, holding a monster of a cock. I now understood his comment earlier. I could not see how that thing would ever enter my pussy. I automatically began to crab back, away from Mike and that huge cock, shaking my head and mumbling no over and over. I don't think I even realized I was pushing myself back along the floor until Harry and John used their hands to stop me. "Oh, No! There's no way I can. Please that's just too big. Please." Laughter from Mike and the others as cum and pussy juices poured from my cunt and I allowed fear to possess me. John and Harry were using their arms now, bringing me up off the floor and I saw Billy smirking at me as his hand was stroking his cock. I was now being held in the air, in a sitting position with my legs spread wide and held that way by John and Harry. Mike had sat in a chair and his hand was also stroking his cock, only his cock was getting even bigger as it came erect. I tried to wriggle and squirm my way out of the men's arms but it was useless and they merely brought me over to Mike so my spread and dripping cunt was above his now hard and very big cock. "Oh god no please!" I begged as they lowered me towards that monster. My whole body was shaking in a combination of fear, anticipation and desire. Yes, I am forced to admit that as much as I could see how that fat hard cock might tear my pussy apart the slut in me wanted to try and take it. As K said to me later, I am a slut and I will eventually take all and any cock I can get. But back then as I was lowered down and I felt the huge wide head of that cock press up to my slick wet pussy I cried out again. "Please no. Please stop." It was only exciting the men even more to see me in fear and they lowered my further and let that fat cock spread me so wide I felt as if I were giving birth. I just knew my pussy was in danger of tearing open as more and more of that cock inched into me. I no longer had the strength to scream as I used all my energy to absorb the pain of his entry. I was afraid to move, afraid to speak and I focused only on the feeling of that cock as it worked it's way into me, stretching my cunt pushing my cervix; it felt as if he would soon be in my stomach. Frozen in pain it took me a moment to realize he had gone in as far as he could and I looked down and saw that his entire cock was in me. I gasped to see his big hairy balls flush against my ass cheeks. Then he began to slowly, thank god, fuck me. Suzanne – The Inner Self Ch. 02 As he pulled out the copious juices my cunt was producing coated his rod making it very slick yet as he pushed back in he still pulled my labia inside and he was so massive that his entry pulled my clit tight against his hard cock and I could feel the veins and ridges of his meat stick as it rubbed against my clit with each thrust. My orgasms flowed one after another as Mike sat there while the two men lifted and lowered me on his fat cock. At some point they let go of me and Mike said. "It time for you slut, to fuck me. Now ride me slut or I'll use your asshole. Robert would not like that but he would understand, so use your legs slut and fuck me." All I heard was asshole and I did not like nor want anal sex ever, trying to contemplate this cock anywhere near that tender opening scared me and I did as I was asked and used my own legs to pull my hips up and lower them on Mike's cock. My pussy had adjusted all it was prepared to adjust for him so it never was pain free, but I did come to find myself fucking that cock and wanting it to erupt inside me. I moved my ass faster, ignoring the spikes of pain and rode Mike as hard as I could. I came so much that when John put his cock near my face I gulped his cock into my mouth and sucked him hard while ramming my face down into his cock. It was the first time I recall using my mouth to fuck a cock; I was heedless of the bruising of my lips and the widening of my throat as I forced his cock in there. I used my hands and reached our and groped knowing there were two more cocks somewhere and the guys obliged me. I was riding a cock so big it hurt, using my mouth to fuck another hard cock and my hands were knotted into fists squeezing a cock in each as they pumped them hard. I wanted all of them to cum, not so that it would end, but I wanted to eat and wallow in hot gooey cum. I wanted to feel that cum spray in my mouth and the two cocks in my hands to spray my body and most of all I wanted to feel that monster erupt and feel the force of his spray in my sore wet and very well fucked cunt. One of the men grabbed at my tit and took my nipple and twisted it and I screamed on the cock I was face fucking just as it erupted spilling its load into my throat and filling my mouth. I could feel it dribbling out of the side of my mouth as that cock pulsed and spewed hot cum. I rode Mike even faster when that cock spurted in my mouth and soon felt a hot gush of cum all over the left side of my chest and the cock in my left hand throbbing in my fist. It was glorious but I knew I had more to come and wanted it. I pumped the cock in my right hand even faster as I let go of the one in my left hand and felt the flaccid cock in my mouth depart. Now it was just the monster plowing new spaces in my cunt and the cock in my right hand that needed to do their thing. I took my now free left hand and used it to find the cum that was coating my body and rub it into my skin, especially on my tit, caressing my nipple and coating it with the sticky remains. I felt Mike moving beneath me, felt his ass lifting and lowering in the chair and then the cock in my right hand throbbed and I tried to point it so it would shoot its load on my face. However Mike was now trying to stand and so the cum sprayed my right tit instead. As much as I had hoped for that load to come close enough to my mouth to eat some of it I was now held in the air, my feet no longer touching the ground, by the monster cock in my pussy. I thought I had had all of him but somehow his cock was finding new areas inside me to stretch. I wrapped my legs around Mike's waist and somehow my hips continued to rock into his cock as he flattened me against a wall and began to fuck me hard, driving that monster cock into me over and over. I came and came until I felt I could cum no more and still my body shook in orgasm as Mike drove his pole into me. When he finally erupted his cock shot a hot stream of cum inside me, and it felt so totally different. It was so forceful as it spewed inside me I felt liquids splashing out of my cunt, even though my pussy had been stretched so wide to take him in that there was no room for anything to leak. Each of his ejaculations was a little less forceful but still it seemed as if he had pumped gallons of cum in my poor little pussy. I have to admit that it felt so good to have him soften inside me, to feel his hot cum oozing down my thigh. As he pulled me off of him and sat me down, I lunged up and licked and sucked his cock, loving it, adoring it, thanking it for fucking me, giving my uncountable orgasms. I had to be pulled back from him and I begged to be let free. "Please I just want to love that cock, lick it, thank it. Please?" But instead I felt my body being stood and my shorts coming up my legs but before they passed my knees someone took a rag and wiped my pussy, sopping up the cum and cunt juices that filled me. Then my shorts were pulled over my ass and the button closed. I watch as Harry then took a pair of scissors and cut the thong like material that was supposed to cover my pussy, my daisy duke shorts were now a very short skirt, very short. I felt them stretching my tube top over my head and when it clasped my tits I knew what they had used to wipe my pussy. I looked down and saw that my top was soaked with cum and pussy juices and the smell of sex impossible to miss. The earring was put in my hand and I was shoved out the door into the hall. I stumbled passed the homeless men and never flinched as they groped my tits and ass as I passed. One even slid his finger in my cunt. I was walking with my legs till splayed a bit as the effects of that monster cock still had me wide open. Cum and juices still dropped from my pussy as I walked and I smelled so strongly of sex that the previous odors of stale beer, urine and vomit were ignored. Finally I stepped outside and saw the now familiar cab with its scruffy black driver leaning against the passenger door. I stumbled over to him and he said. "So slut, do you need a ride?" I could only nod, I was too orgasmed out to put coherent words together. "Give me the earring slut!" I never stopped to ask him, just assumed it was Robert's desire so I gave it to him. When I heard him laugh I sensed I might have made a mistake. By the time he'd gotten in and grabbed me by my hair, his cock was out and my head was being pulled over and above it. "Now suck me while I take us somewhere more to my comfort slut. Robert said you'd be stupid enough to give away what you'd fucked those guys for. He told me if you did then I was to tell you that you now have to earn it back." Then he laughed but I paid it no attention. I was in slut mode, all pretenses about being the simple housewife, the loving wife, had left me. I was now the slut that I knew would one day be the only me, and all I wanted was to enjoy his black cock. I ate him and licked him and tried to deep throat him. Having been used by those four men was not enough for the slut I was and while I made love to my drivers cock I hoped he had some friends. I could still feel what Mike's huge cock had done to my cunt and coupled with this cock I was making love to with my mouth the sensation of another orgasm rose up inside me. I felt the driver's hand grasp my hair and pull my face from his cock and I said. "No, I want your cock, please let me have it!" He laughed and his belly convulsed as he did. When he finally stopped he pulled my face to his, the pain in my scalp shooting directly to my needy cunt and he said. "Oh you will have more cock slut, more then you can dream of." The he popped his door open and drug me by my hair across the seat and pulled me out of the cab. My cum and pussy soaked tube top was now down around my waist, having slid off my tits as he dragged me from the car. He pulled me up and walked me to a house, my tits exposed and my ass feeling the light wind that blew. He shoved the door open and pushed me inside. I stumbled and fell on the floor my tits making contact with the rough carpeting as his hand grabbed the waistband of my shorts and lifting me like a sack of potatoes. He carried me that way into a room and tossed me to the bed. I rolled to my back and my legs splayed open, my body wanting to be used and preparing itself, even if my mind was still a step behind. I looked up to see the room was full of young men, black, white and Latino and they were all naked and stroking their cocks. I licked my lips in anticipation, my head swinging about the room looking at all those beautiful hard cocks. By the time I'd looked at each of them I felt a hard cock pushing against my lips and opened my mouth and took the first cock deep inside my hungry mouth. I felt the bed shift and another cock piercing my stretched and soggy pussy entering me quickly and filling me completely. Both cocks began to move back and forth in my two holes and I sucked the one in my mouth as I wrapped my legs around the hips of the man pummeling my cunt. My hips were rocking into him as he fucked me hard and my head rocked into the cock filling my mouth. The men were too ready and soon I was swallowing a delicious load of cum and feeling another spraying my pussy. When the cock in my mouth softened and pulled out another was pushing in and I greedily took it deep and sucked, needing and wanting to taste more cock and swallow more hot cum. My cunt was abandoned for only the time it took for another to climb up and fill it and once again I fucked back with both my mouth and cunt. The slut in me was growing and my needs grew too. I wanted more and I pushed my face into the cock filling my mouth forcing that cock to reach into my throat, not stopping until his balls were banging into my chin and yet I wanted more. I was ravenous and sucked and licked and fucked that cock in my mouth as my hips bucked into the man fucking my pussy. Over and over that afternoon I was filled with cock, never an open hole and my stomach filled with cum, my pussy a soggy mess, as was the mattress under my ass. Cum dribbled from my mouth and I knew my hair was soaked with what I failed to swallow, but no matter how much escaped my greedy mouth I took the next cock offered and wanted more. I was dazed by the orgasms that ripped through me and I began to sense I was becoming insatiable. At the time I did not care. I just wanted more and more. My pussy was sore, my mouth was bruised and my lips swollen but I never hesitated when a cock wanted either hole. At some point I passed out swallowing yet another load of cum. When I awoke it was dark and I was alone. I rolled to my side and felt my ass sticking to the congealed cum soaking the mattress and I came as my skin slowly broke the sticky bonds of drying cum. I tried to sit up and felt my hair sticking to the pillow that had been placed under my head and felt the earring that had been placed on my cum coved belly slide down between my still splayed legs. Slowly I reached down and grabbed it, my hand brushing my sticky pussy as I clasped that piece of jewelry in my hands. I fumbled a bit but managed to push the stud into the hole in my vacant lobe and secured the second earring in place. Stumbling to the door I managed to find the driver sitting in a chair watching a tape of some woman being gang banged by a bunch of men. Slowly I focused on the screen and saw the woman was me. I smiled as I watched myself being fucked and used, saw the slut I'd been and then looked at the driver stroking his own cock. He was hard and stiff and I dropped to my knees and looked at him and asked. "I need a ride home, but I want to taste you and feel you cum in my mouth Sir!" "Suck me well slut and I'll take you home." I dove forward and engulfed him. It was as if I'd never had a cock before, I relished the feel of him as he filled my sore mouth, as he pushed against my swollen lips and back into my bruised throat. I felt no pain; I only felt the pleasure of his cock, the hard warm skin of him as he moved in and out of my mouth. When he came I felt sad knowing it would soon be over and when he denied me the cum to swallow and instead sprayed my still naked body with his cum, I used my hands to scoop it up and eat as much of it as I could. He took me naked out to the dirty cab and pushed me in the back seat. The smell of stale beer and urine hit me, as did the smell of sex that covered my used and well-fucked body. When he stopped and opened the door I saw my home in the moonlight. He pulled me from the cab and let me fall to the wet grass of my yard then he drove off leaving me naked. I crawled to the front door not thinking what a neighbor might see, not caring anymore. When I got close and saw the package lying against the door I grinned knowing it was from Robert and that my husband was still a few days from coming home. I reached up and pushed my door open and then pushed the package inside as I crawled behind it. Closing the door as I cleared the entrance I ripped the package opened and pulled the note out. It said "You were expecting this to be from Robert, but it isn't. You will shower and rest and in the morning you will wear the outfit you will find in the box and go to the address you will find last. I expect you to be there no later then 11 AM -- K" Too confused and tired I made it to the shower and let the hot water soften and remove the cum that covered me. I knew I'd need another shower after I'd rested as my cum filled hair would need more attention then I had the strength to give it now. I stumbled to my bed and fell into it, wondering why no one was fucking me as I fell into a deep sleep. My last thought that night was who was K, I had no doubt I'd obey the note. Suzanne – The Inner Self "Miss, your man said he'd be here but not until I left. He also told me to squeeze your titties as my tip, I that Ok with you Miss?" "If you were given permission by him to squeeze my breasts then I would be pleased if you would." He did so but did not linger and as the sound of his cab left my hearing it was replaced with footsteps. I quivered in fear, blindfolded alone somewhere I the city, trusting that Robert would have this under control but still nervous. "I am going to take the dress off Suzanne." Robert's voice assured me and as my dress fell to the ground and I stepped out of it I wondered who was in the area to see me. I felt Robert's hands at my throat and felt and heard the snap of the chain attaching to my collar. "Are you prepared to by mine, totally and completely or do I give you your dress and cab fare back to your safe home." Before his words were half communicated I had dropped to my knees and pressed my face to his crotch. When he finished I leaned back just a bit and said. "Suzanne is in the suburbs, your slut is here Master. I am here to serve you and to please you Sir." I pressed my face back to his crotch and he tugged on the leash and pulled me to my feet. "Come then slut, it's time." I heard him open a door and close it behind us. For a minute I could not hear much as the noise of the city still permeated my ears but then after a bit of quiet, I heard voices. As we walked further into this cavernous building the voices grew more distinct and I could hear both men and women. I followed the pull of my Master's leash until he stopped me. As he did the voices died out and then Robert's voice took over. "This is my new slut, she has dedicated herself to my pleasure haven't you slut?" "Yes, Sir." I knew my cue when it came and hoped I pleased him. "Tonight it would please me to see her please each of you. As you like come take her leash, in ones or in groups as you wish. I will return in a few hours. I command you not to take her ass. That is mine. When she has earned it, my cock will open her ass, but other then a finger or two, no one is to use her ass." So I was to be gang used or at least suffer the sexual desires of a room full of men and women. It scared me but did not deter me from doing my Masters' bidding. I was blind to their faces and doubted anyone knew me I was just a teacher from the suburbs. I felt my leash dropping to the floor and as Robert's footsteps began I recalled him saying he would return, that meant he was leaving me. I gasped and said. "Sir, will you not be here to watch over me?" His footsteps paused and I heard "If a simple slut can not trust her Master's decisions, she may never know her Master." I panicked at the thought of losing Him, this Master that until a few days ago I never knew I needed or even wanted. I said. "It's not trust sir, Its your sluts desire to prove herself to you, to please you Sir." He merely walked away and when his footsteps had faded I felt my leash being pulled and knew my test was to begin. I was told to get on my hands and knees and I quickly complied, then pulled and forced by the leash to move like a dog. My naked ass swaying behind me to an unknown number of eyes, my breasts swinging slightly below me I did my best to keep up. When the tugging stopped so did I and I could smell the scent of a woman's wet sex so close to me. "I'll not wait forever, give her the crop!" As the first impact jarred my ass and my brain I moved forward searching for the woman's pussy. I found it just after the second impact on my ass and the pain crept deep into me as I shot my tongue out to lick the woman's labia and open her wet hole. I licked her as the crop striped my tender ass cheeks. My ass was aflame and my tongue was doing its best to give this strange woman what I could and hoped it would be enough. Her juice flowed as I found her enlarged and tender clit and I flicked my tongue over it in time to the crop as it struck my ass over and over. I could feel the pussy on my tongue tightening and was pleased at what I assumed was my ability or her enjoyment of my ass being painted red. As this woman began to orgasm for me the crop danced between my legs and landed square on my own pussy causing me to involuntarily howl at the deep searing pain emanating from my tender pussy. The second strike found my own tender clit and I screamed into the strangers pussy as my own body began to convulse in its own orgasm. I somehow remained focused on my task and licked and sucked this woman to her completion and then she shoved me away saying. "Barely tolerable, poor Robert her has a lot to teach this slut. He should never have taken on a woman this old. It's the younger ones that adapt." I wanted to cry at her abusive words but all too soon I was yanked by my leash and stood. The air made a sound I almost recognized just a second before the crop landed on my left breast, causing my nipple to flare in agony. I was walked a few feet my breasts now receiving the sting of the crop, my nipples growing ever harder and yet tender as the pain flowed though me. Once again I heard the order to get down on my knees and obeyed hoping the punishment to my nipples would cease. As I knelt a cock was pushed against my lips and I readily opened my mouth accepting it. This was no request for a blow job this cock was fucking my mouth, piercing my throat and making me gag as it drove deeper and deeper into my stretched and aching mouth. My lips were suffering from the incessant push and pull of the hard hot cock and fortunately he came and filled my mouth with his gooey white cum. I managed to swallow what I could but some of it overflowed my tender lips and dripped from my chin to my breasts. I had no moment to relax as I was pushed down using my hands to once again assume the pose of a leashed dog and a second, larger cock replaced the first one. Again no gentle sucking but another fast and deep fucking of my mouth. I had barely a moment to adjust to the size of him when I felt another cock forcing itself into my wet and sticky pussy, spreading my lips and filling me completely. The two cocks found a rhythm and as one pulled back the other rammed in. My lips were now surely bruised and my pussy stretched beyond belief as my body seemed to react to the double cocks and I was losing control as a huge orgasm began to rip through me. Once again I tasted the salty sum spraying and filling my mouth with an impossible amount of cum, so much of it escaping before I could swallow and covering my face with the warm sticky fluid. Then the second cock spewed inside me filling my pussy with hot cum. My leash was once again pulling me on my hands and knees to yet another area. I was pulled once again to my knees as another cock, this one slim and hard and as I soon found, very long. My left hand was pulled and wrapped around a second cock as my right hand was filled with a third. The slim but long cock in my mouth found a depth to my throat never before reached and I could not stop it from filling my throat. I could not breath for a moment and then it receded and someone said. "Breath through your nose you stupid slut." It was a woman's voice and I knew she was right and as that cock once again plumbed the depths of my throat as his balls bounced into my chin I realized I had been stroking the two cocks in my hands. I was so involved in servicing the three cocks I hardly noticed that I was in a constant state of orgasm. When the crop once again stuck my tender and sore ass cheeks I relished the pain, took it in and came even harder as the cock in my mouth began to fill me with a third serving of sperm. I'd given up trying to swallow it all, I knew it would be impossible and as the cock in my left hand jerked and shot its load into my hair and all over my breasts I simply enjoyed the feel of that warm liquid as it covered me. When the third cock spewed it too covered my breasts and face. I was happy to have the blindfold protecting my eyes. As I knelt there covered in cum, my mouth sore and unable to taste anything but cum the crop that had been dancing on my ass stopped and I was pulled again by the leash, forced to crawl on my hands and knees once again. I smelled pussy and without urging leaned in and began to lick and suck another woman's sex. My pussy was soon filled with yet another cock or perhaps a cock I'd already sucked but I did not care, I wanted to please the woman I was eating and I wanted to feel that hard cock opening me up and making me cum. As the hours passed and the pussies and cocks filled my hands, mouth and pussy, I realized that I feared it would soon end. I know it sounds ridiculous but this has been just a dark desire always held deep inside, never shared with another soul. This was everything I had so many wet dreams about and as I licked a pussy or accepted a hard face fuck or a fat cock in my sore and cum filled pussy, I kept hoping for more. I wanted more cock, more pussy and I wanted to feel that crop striking my body everywhere. On the occasion it found my used and cum coated pussy, often electrifying my clit I came and came, harder and longer with each strike. I wanted to taste more cum, cock or pussy spew didn't matter, I was always happiest when the person I serviced erupted inside my pussy, sprayed my breasts or face or filled my mouth. Mt desire for more exceeded my capacity to keep going and the constant orgasming and servicing of cock and pussy eventually left me in sticky sore heap on a cold floor. In a daze I felt hands pulling me to my feet and helping me walk, I heard a door open and then close behind me and felt the cool of the evening air before I was dumped into what much have been the cargo area of a van or SUV. I remember feeling the road vibrating beneath me and then the hands pulling me up and helping me walk. Then another door opened and I was dropped on what felt like a carpet before silent footsteps and another door closing. Hours later or maybe days, who knew I came awake to pain all over my body. The taste of cock and pussy crowding my mouth as my mind began to recall everything I'd experienced. I moved to sit up but the rough carpet stung my ass and I had to stand. I looked at the familiar room and realized I'd been taken to my own home. I felt the dried cum everywhere and found a mirror and stared. I had dried cum everywhere, in my hair, on my face, my breasts were coated thick and my legs and pussy were covered too. I smiled at my appearance then knew I'd need to clean up before anyone came, particularly my husband. I swayed as I walked, my sore pussy slowing me and reminding me of the cocks that had entered and filled me. I took a hot shower and lingered as the water washed the evidence from me. I washed my hair four or five times to remove the stubborn cum and used the handheld spray to hose my pussy till the dried remnants of my test washed down the drain. Tired and sore I stepped from the shower and used my laptop to discover the day and time. Seeing I had another full day before Tim came home I collapsed naked into bed and slept. I slept for a long time, dreaming of the way I'd been used, dreaming about the possibility of doing it again and woke to a soggy mattress and my hands buried in my sex. I stood feeling normal and in the bathroom studied my body seeing the evidence of the crop gone, the dried cum gone and frowned at how fleeting it had all been and hoping it would come again soon. I showered and dressed like the housewife I wasn't really and went to the market to collect food for dinner. Tim would be expecting his meal. I walked through the supermarket and soon felt as though my ordeal was no secret at least not to everyone. I wondered as I passed a smiling woman or a leering man if perhaps they had been one of the ones I'd enjoyed servicing the other day. I felt my panties dampening at the thought of being recognized. I could have sworn the look the bag boy gave me was a knowing one and I blushed as my pussy spasmed and soaked my panties a bit more. Loading the bags in my trunk I slid in behind the wheel and saw a note on the windshield. I stepped out and grabbed it then read it. "I was there -- K" I panicked and realized I had not been breathing and took a fast breath then another as the implications sunk in. Someone whose name began with a K had recognized me, knew what I was, a slut, and wanted me to know. Controlling myself I managed to get home and store the food. When Tim came in we hugged and over dinner we shared the past few days we'd spent apart, not the truth, Tim could never know the truth. That night Tim made love to me and I found I enjoyed him even more, that I came quick with his loving touch and enjoyed is cock inside me so much. I knew it was impossible to be two different women, a loving wife and a submissive cum slut and I wished with all my heart that my husband would somehow recognize this other need of mine. Later after he'd fallen asleep I understood that he could never be my Master in the way that Robert had and I was OK, I would never leave Tim and I would continue to serve my Master Robert. I needed both and knew it was selfish, but I knew I could protect my husband from knowing the slut in me, and could trust Master to give me the needs my slut demanded. The only possible problem is the mysterious K, and what he or she would demand of me.