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Peggy

By: rha spike



She was six feet tall and a plain looking woman. Her dark brown hair was cut in a plain page boy style that did nothing to soften her long, angular face; her clothes were frumpish and practical. You would never pick her out of a crowd as your next fantasy --- unless you looked a little closer. She had long legs with full round thighs and high round buttocks that promised a heaven of fleshly delight. Her breasts were not large, but full and well shaped under her clothes. At least, that’s what I remembered.

I knew her. We had gone to high school together in Kansas. Once, at a big class picnic out at the lake, she wore very short, tight shorts, which were out of character for her, and her legs and bottom immediately aroused me. 

After that, I made sure we had a couple of hard-breathing, encounters that featured hot, wet kissing and mutual groping beneath the prairie moon, always ending in mutual satisfaction if short of full consummation. Now, fifteen years later, Peggy Fulton and I had met in Illinois. But she was Peggy Meyer now; her husband and I were new members of the faculty at a small college, he in physics, I in dramatic literature. 

She seemed to have lost none of her voluptuous charm and had added very few pounds in spite of the two kids who orbited around her all afternoon. She introduced her husband, Wendell, a hulking, intellectual sort with very little interest in socializing. Peggy and I spent the rest of the afternoon talking while Wendell postulated great scientific theorems with his colleagues. Her eyes and smiles told me plainly that she was glad to see me and that she had forgotten nothing.

We first went to bed together on a sunny afternoon in October. We had met deliberately at a book fair, made a few purchases and come directly back to my apartment with no discussion or question. I kissed her full on the mouth as soon as the door was closed behind us. The second kiss was open and our tongues found each other with ease as if our last date had been yesterday evening. We walked together to the bed, undressed and fucked hard and satisfyingly without further preliminary and without words of any kind.

Later, we reminisced about our evenings in my father’s car on a back road behind her house. She ran her hands over my chest and I caressed the length of her legs slowly, content to take my time and build the smoldering fire into a second blaze. Her thighs were excitingly soft with just a touch of mature, womanly flesh. The sunlight streaming in my second-story window painted them a golden hue and highlighted the nearly invisible down-like hair that grew there. Her bottom, round and firm, was like a distant planet awash in light and shadow. Her breasts were larger than I remembered but still widely separated and bullet-shaped with long dark nipples that grew stiff at the slightest touch.

I learned, on that first day, that she liked the sounds and words of sex --- liked them frank and fully voiced.

“Put your hand here,” she said, guiding my fingers inside her. Her voice was low and still thick with spent passion. “Now rub just a little --- m-m-m-m-m nice! Talk to me. Tell me what you like. What you like to do.”

I was shocked but managed to keep my head. This was a far cry from the shy but eager girl I had dated and never quite went all the way with.

“I like feeling you, --- your breasts always excited me.”

“Not as much as my ass did. Feel it --- squeeze hard – slap it a little --- harder! --- Oh! Yes! Like that! --- I always knew that you liked it. You used to stare at it in school.”

“And your legs. I wanted to get my hands under your skirt and feel and squeeze.”

“Dirty guy! Well, you finally did a couple of times.”

“It was never enough.”

“What about now?”

“What about it?”

“You just fucked me; did you like it? --- Did you like me?”

“Emphatically, yes! Did you? Did you like my cock inside you?”

She was loving it. Her eyes glowed and her breathing quickened.

“Yes! You were big and hard and --- interested. Here, do this --- oh, yes, --- that’s great, pinch a little MMMM!!! Tell me what you want – what you want right now! --- Want to put your cock in my mouth? Huh? Do you? What do you say, former boyfriend?”

She was excited now, almost at fever pitch, rubbing her cunt up and down on my thigh and toying with my balls.

“Sure --- but first the other way around. I want those gorgeous thighs around my head and my tongue inside you. Now, what do you say?”

“Oh, God, YES!! Spank me first!” She rolled her bottom up in the air and stuffed a pillow under her. “Hit me hard! Come on! I want it!”

So I laid it on with a will and she quivered and whimpered and cried and writhed in the most delicious manner imaginable, her big long body sending pulses of excitement through me. The slaps rang from the walls and her flesh jumped, quivered, grew red beneath my flailing hand. Her thighs were red to the knees and I couldn’t resist sliding my hand between them, high up inside to the damp dark nest of her cunt. 

She rolled onto her back and drew me down to her and spread her thighs, then closed them on me and I was lost in the hot musky world of her flesh. I sucked and laved and gave her my best, probing and pushing with tongue tip, inhaling the incredibly rich odor of her excitement, slipping my tongue sideways along the lips of her cunt and flexing the tip to tease them. I don’t know for sure how long it lasted. I only remember the ecstasy of her body, her moans and yelps and quivers, her fingers twining in my hair, the soft thigh flesh moving over my face, glancing up to see her belly fluttering as she drew close. Then she came with a shudder and held me close. 

Finally, I straddled her chest and started to push into her mouth.

“Wait! I want --- “She took my cock in her hands while I struggled to restrain myself. She gazed at it, tested its hardness with her fingers, licked it like an ice cream cone. Then, looking up at me, she said, “Fuck my mouth.”

I pushed past her lips and felt her tongue curl and start working against the head. Her eyes closed and she started to suck in long satisfying strokes. I didn’t even try to hold back and I could tell by the way she sucked that she didn’t want me to. I came in her mouth and she gulped and swallowed, letting some of the come escape and run down her chin. She continued to suck greedily till I was soft and powerless in her mouth.

“Do you like me with your come on my mouth?”

“I’m still wet with yours, too.”

We kissed, sliding our lips through the spent fluids we had left on each others mouths, sucking and licking greedily.

Her hunger was deep and profound. She wanted all I could give and would have happily accepted more if time and my energy had held out. When we said goodbye at my door, her kisses were still urgent, her tongue still probing greedily.

“He doesn’t have much interest in me any more,” she said when we next met, “he’s accomplished what he wanted in the family field. He subdued me, created two children in which he is not interested beyond the respectable background they give him. He owns us; we’re his. Now he’s off to the next conquest: science and professional advancement. I know most women would be frantic or furious but I’m really not too upset about it. Oh, I grieved for a while when I first figured it out but I could see that there was no way that he was ever going to be involved with us --- the kids and I. Besides, sex was never much good with him anyway --- after the kids were born just perfunctory and frustrating more often than not. But, I want you to know that this is the first time I’ve gone adventuring. I’d almost decided to grow old and waste silently away when I saw you at that awful afternoon soiree and the color came back into the world.”

When I was sure she had finished, I said as lightheartedly as possible, “Well, you’re perfectly welcome to come and have sex with me whenever you want to.”

“You and I don’t have sex,” she replied, rolling onto her stomach and peering steadily into my eyes, “and we don’t make love, either. We fuck. And that’s what I like about it --- about us.”

“But you never seem to get enough.”

“It’s what I want right now. Please don’t start feeling inadequate or anything. I am satisfied, I’m just --- very, very hungry right now --- trying to make up for lost time, I guess. And for God’s sake, don’t let me start pressuring you too much. I’m not free to leave him for many reasons and I know you must have a life of your own. I don’t want to be selfish, I . . .”

“Peggy!”

“What?” She was almost breathless from her monologue.

“Shut up. I won’t let you do anything to me that I don’t want. I’m fine with this and have no plans of my own for marriage so it suits me. I’m very, very glad you’re here. Understand?”

She lowered her head to my chest.

“Yes, James. Thank you.”

There was a pause and I waited while her breathing returned to normal.

“Do you ever think about -- variations – substitutes?” I asked.

“You mean singles bars? Cruising? I’m not the type and I certainly would not be worth much on the open meat market. In case you haven’t noticed I am still more than usually plain for my age.”

“No, I didn’t mean anything that common. I meant maybe a toy to play with.”

“Don’t be coy,” she said with an edge, “I’ve thought about a dildo, but just can’t bring myself to actually buy one I’d like. I’d feel a little – I don’t know – shameful, I guess.”

“Answer this: would it please you? – Would it make you feel good?”

“But what if . . .”

“No!” I interrupted, “just answer the question. Would it give you pleasure, yes or no?”

“OK --- yes, then, I think it would. But I . . .”

“Now this: would anyone be harmed?”

“No, but . . ..”

“You just don’t want it around the house.”

“Something like that.”

“OK, would you like for me to buy one for you or go shopping with you?”

“Oh, God!” She paused, then, “How . . . how would we . . . I mean . . .”

“Catalogs. You can get anything from catalogs. We look at the pictures, you choose, I go buy it.”

“Why are you so anxious to help out?”

“Quite honestly because I want you to have what you want and because I find the idea of watching and helping to be a real turn-on. Does that bother you?”

She paused longer this time and I could hear her breathing deepen, then, “No, I guess not . . . after what we’ve already done, it would be a trifle hypocritical to allow that to bother me.” She turned to me and asked, “How would you help?”

She didn’t really need me to tell her, she knew. She was asking to be turned on again so I gathered her into my arms and kissed her tenderly. With my lips close to her ear, I said, “I’d like to slide it into you when you are excited –-- hot –-- when you want it big and hard inside you.”

She mumbled something I didn’t hear and I asked her to say it again. She buried her face in my shoulder and said, a little louder. “With my wrists tied to the bed posts . . .. I’d really like that.” I struggled to retain my composure but I was becoming adjusted to her revelations. Her breath was hot on my chest and her nipple rose against my hand.

“Let’s try this,” I said. 

I retrieved my belt from my trousers and looped it around her wrists, then buckled it to the iron bedstead. Then I played with her tits, teasing unmercifully, while she squirmed and twisted her body in want and need. I stroked her velvet thighs and felt the heat in them rise, took my time, felt their heavy ripe softness under my hand, watched them ripple beneath my hard caress. I pushed my fingers into her hot wet slit and teased some more, rubbing and twisting and thrusting deep. She moaned softly in my ear, “That’s fantastic!”

She twisted onto her side, offering her bottom for a soft pleasure spanking and my excitement rocketed as her gorgeous white flesh jumped and quivered. Finally, I held her big solid ass in my hands and ate her pussy till she came in great waves and spasms of ecstasy.

“Now fuck me!” she demanded, “please . . . fuck me hard and dirty and come all over me!”

“Roll over! . . . Up on your knees!” She strained at the belt but managed to do as she was told. I grabbed a handful of her hair and slammed my cock into her to the hilt. I fucked her as fast and hard as I could and she moaned, low at first, then higher and louder till it became a high-pitched, half-strangled scream.

My climax rose and I forced her down flat upon the bed, pumping hard on the sweet mounds of her bottom. At the last possible second I withdrew.

“Roll over!” She twisted around just in time to catch the first of it on her tits. The second spurt hit her face and left a line across her lips. She licked it off and opened her mouth in a silent invitation and I let her suck me till I was empty and soft. 

She looked up, my come glistened on her lips and face, my cock still hard in her mouth, her hands still strapped to the bed. Her eyes were big deep blue pools of satisfaction and gratitude. My cock slipped from her mouth. She smiled up at me as the come ran down the side of her face.

“Let’s look at catalogs,” she said.

She continued to kiss me wetly as I undressed her in the middle of the living room. The firelight flickered over her long angular frame. When she was naked, I placed my hands on her bottom and pulled her close kneading and luxuriating in the firm flesh of her ass. She held my face in her hands and ran her tongue rapidly in and out of my mouth. My cock rose and I pushed my leg between hers to make sure she felt it against her thigh. She cooperated by closing her legs and undulating her hips against me.

Her hands drifted down to my belt buckle, released it and pulled it through the loops. She leaned back a little and handed it to me with a half smile of anticipation and a heat in her eyes that was both plea and command. 

I took it from her, turned her to face the bedroom and shoved her in the back. She stumbled forward, glancing gratefully over her shoulder with a nervous smile. I followed her and, with the leather tip of the belt, I flicked her hard across her bottom. She yelped and moved faster, then slowed to a stop in the bedroom doorway. I let her have another one across her rump, harder this time. She didn’t move. 

“Turn around.” This surprised her but she turned to face me.

“Raise your arms. Put them behind your head.” She raised her arms and joined them behind her head until her upper arms were flush along the sides of her face. Her breath was quick and shallow.

“It raises those lovely tits --- makes them more exciting.” Her face flushed and her smile widened. She turned her torso from side to side, showing off like a little girl.

“You are deliciously slutty tonight.”

“I’m glad you like it. I intend to turn into a complete whore.”

She moved close till her nipples brushed the front of my shirt. Her face drifted slowly in till it blurred in my sight. I felt the hot wet trail of her tongue across my lips and onto my cheek, then the other side and down my chin.

“Go and lie across the bed. Make sure your lovely ass is in the moonlight.” She moved into the room and stretched her long frame out across the bed. The moonlight streamed in and painted her bottom a bright gleaming white. I gazed at it, fondled it, slapped it gently just to see it quiver and shake. She began to tremble in anticipation.

I retrieved the velvet drapery ropes from where they hung on each bedpost and slipped the prepared lops over her wrists and ankles. She looked up with real excitement in her eyes. Her lips quivered and her pulse began to beat in her neck. I showed her the belt. Then I placed the pillow beneath her pelvis to raise her bottom as much as possible.

I doubled the belt and began spanking her with it --- almost languidly --- slow looping swings that ended with the satisfying smack of leather on a firm female backside. She whimpered and trembled, tensed her thigh muscles, dug her fingers into the bedclothes, writhed on the bed in a manner that inflamed me at once.

I changed my aim so that the belt fell on her long full thighs, leaving red marks in the soft pale flesh. I was soon too excited to continue. I shucked off my pants and entered her from behind grasping her hair and hauling her head back sharply. I plunged into her hot depths and bucked hard, mauling her tits with my free hand, twisting the nipples and squeezing hard. I took my pleasure freely and selfishly, slamming away until I came furiously deep inside her.

I released her from the ropes. She lay still, obediently waiting for my next direction.

“Get up on the bed! Give me your hands!” I bound her to the bed as I had the first time. Her eyes glowed in the semidarkness and I could see the crystal bead of a tear on her cheek. Small noises still came from her throat.

I stripped off the rest of my clothes and fell between her thighs. My tongue found her slit and wormed its way in almost of its own volition. Her belly danced and quivered and she pulled at the belt that held her wrists tight to the iron bedstead.

“Ah . . .ah . . .ah!!! . . .Oh, Yes! . . .Oh, How good, how good!! , , , There! There!! . . . OH MY GOD YES!!”

Her clit was hard and oily between my lips. My tongue laved and teased and pummeled it, slipped up and down roughly till she arched her back in greedy desire. Suddenly, she stiffened and began to sink back. I lifted my head and stepped off of the bed.

“Don’t leave me now – Please!!” She writhed beautifully on the bed, twisting her thighs together and throwing her tits from side to side.

“S-h-h --- just a minute.” I took the long latex cock from the drawer beside the bed and oiled it well. Kneeling between her legs I held it up for her to see. She gazed at it for a minute.

“It’s bigger than I thought it would be,” she said.

“Do you want me to put it away?”

“NO! – No, put it in me --- I want it inside me!”

“Here, then.” I placed the shaft against her cunt. “Close your legs.” Her legs obediently clenched and she sucked in her breath.

“Now hold it.” I pushed it in and out between her legs, allowing the shaft to rub against her pussy lips. She sighed deeply, moaned and pulled at the belt.

“Open your legs now.” Her thighs parted and I saw oil mixed with her own dampness gleaming on her quivering thighs.

“Farther.” She spread them wide and I pressed the tip against her slit, worked it up and down and pushed it just inside.

“Easy! Easy! But don’t stop! . . . More, now --- please! More – put it in farther --- A-H-H-H!” She tensed as I pushed it slowly but steadily into her. “A-H-H-H It’s so big!! M-m-m-m!”

I pushed it in centimeter by centimeter until it had all disappeared into her long lithe frame and the latex balls were nestled against her dark springy hair. Gently and slowly I eased it out just a little, then in again, out and in, each time a little further and a little faster. Her hips caught the rhythm and she began to rise to each thrust, eager and lustful, face sheened with perspiration, glowing with pleasure, her smile wide, her little squeals high and tight in her throat.

Her feet were drawn up near her bottom, her legs wide in whorish welcome. Her tits bounced and jiggled with her effort. The pace was now rapid and her head held sharply back thrusting her throat and shoulders high, tits aimed at the ceiling. I held the rubber cock steady and her hips banged away with sharp short staccato thrusts, begging for the end.

With my free hand, I reached high and released her wrists from the belt. Her hands, her wrists still bound together, flashed immediately to the dong and began a hard deep thrusting. I held her close, caressed her tits and kissed her face while she worked frantically for her orgasm.

Then it came. She gave herself over to deep soulful sobs as her hands held the dildo deep and her hips slid up and down slower and slower. She twisted her face to me and kissed me, hot and wet and urgent. Then she went slack and slipped the dildo in and out in a lazy motion designed to ease her down from the orgasmic cloud.


Peggy



It was the spring season in L.A. Niki had tickets for a matinee at the Music Center, a world-famous ballet company doing Sleeping Beauty.

She and I had a casual relationship, based on common interests. Or to put it another way, we had casual sex whenever it interested us, which was quite often.

Another of our common interests was going out for drinks, where she had introduced me to her friend Peggy. Tall, I thought she was cute, in a gawky sort of way. She was pleasant though I wouldn't have dreamed of hitting on her. I mean, there's no way you can date someone's gal pal without having your every move relayed back in detail. Then again, it works the other way, too. I had no doubt Niki had already shared with Peggy a complete description of my physical assets, and the way I made use of them.

Anyway, that spring afternoon Niki had three tickets, and she invited both Peggy and me. Peggy had never seen a ballet before, and all the dancing was a blur to her. At the end she was vaguely dissatisfied, having lost the plot. I think she was expecting it to wind up like a Hollywood movie.

I told her, well, the last act - the wedding reception - is just an excuse for everyone to get into the show. There's a dance for Puss in Boots and the White Cat, and a foursome for the fairies. "You mean the guys," she interrupted. No, I said, roles like the Gold and Lilac fairies are danced by girls. Then there's the Bluebird pas de deux, and then the grand finale for Aurora and Florimund - in five parts - including the romantic slow part, and both male and female solos. 

She was intrigued. "You know so much about it," she said. "Why do you like it?" I told her I liked to see slender young women in tight bodies prancing around in costumes that hid nothing. 

The raw sexuality of my remark took her aback; but I think it charmed her, too; she smiled shyly as she cowered.

As it turned out, Niki had something else to do. She asked Peggy if she could take me home. It was no problem with her.

When we got in her car, she asked me if I'd like to go back to her place to get some dinner. Nothing fancy, just leftovers. It was no problem with me. 

We got to her little studio apartment. She offered me some wine, which I was glad to have. The bottle was about half full, and we polished that off with dinner. We were still thirsty, so we opened up another bottle.

We talked about the ballet, we talked about our jobs, and we talked about sex; mostly how much we liked it. She told me about her boyfriends, and what she had done with them for birth control. It was the first time I had ever heard someone use the term "heavy petting." 

By this time the new bottle was empty, so she suggested a trip to the liquor store to get some more. We picked up another couple of bottles and returned to settle in to some serious drinking.

It was relaxed, and fun. All her talk about her sexual experiences had got me thinking about them, and more than a little interested in recreating them. In my mind, I ran over plans to make a move.

Halfway through the second bottle, we were both pretty inebriated. She was sitting on the floor, laughing, with her eyes closed. I couldn't hold back any longer. I kissed her; and for a moment she went stiff. No problem - it was the instinct women have to pretend they're hard to get, if even for a moment. And in another moment, she suddenly started kissing me hard, thrusting her tongue in my mouth. 

She offered no resistance as my hands explored her body. Under her sweater, under her brassiere, I lifted them up to kiss her breasts. That's when she said "Let's pull out the bed."

She went into the bathroom to get ready. Now, I will say that when I'm invited into a gal's bed the first time, I don't always get naked up front. I play it by ear. Maybe she'll come to bed in a nightgown, or perhaps just panties, looking for just a bit more persuasion to get everything off. This time, though, I wasn't going to waste time. I shed all my clothes and slipped under the covers, waiting to see how she'd play it. I wasn't wrong.

She came out of the bathroom completely nude and practically ran to the bed. I reached out to ravish her body before she could lie down; and she was as ready as I was.

I said she was tall. I stretched myself out to cleave to her from her toes to the top of her head. I kissed her hard, pawed her body greedily. She was astonished at how intense I was. I told her it just reflected how she turned me on.

And she was all over me in return. Tumbling over and over, jumping on top, going into the classic 69 position. She deep-throated my fully erect cock, and I thought for a moment I'd lose it; but I was holding back. 

Understand that my general practice when I go to bed with someone the first time is move directly to consummation. I'll try for ten minutes, max, from the time her panties come off till my cock starts its telltale throbbing inside her. There's usually been so much excitement built up in anticipation of the final act that there's nothing to be gained by putting off the ultimate completion.

But this was different. There was so much energy in our frolic that I kept going at full speed for what seemed like hours. Well, maybe it was half an hour, but the action was nonstop. Finally, I reached the point where I was ready to blow my load. I told her, "Sweetheart, I can't hold it back any longer. Spread your legs, I'm going to give you everything I've got." 

And she was ready for me; she spread them wide, and I slid in easily. Squaring off between her legs, I humped her a few times, until I went over the edge. Holding her shoulders tight, I crashed into her box with all my might; and again; and then my groin throbbed and I could feel a huge gush of warm sperm squirting into her deepest place. Again and again, I humped and pumped until everything I had was hers.

Time for sleep. She nestled in my arm, glowing with satisfaction. "It's been a good day," I said. "Just out of curiosity" - I had to ask her - "when did you start to think it would be a good idea to feel my organ throbbing inside you?" She hesitated for a moment; and then she said, sweetly, "There are some secrets women keep." 



Peggy: A Nymph and Loving It



I'm in . . . ecstasy.

In my semiconscious reality, strong hands maul my eager flesh, lips suck my oversensitive skin, warm breath fans my face, caressing my parted lips . . . and a demanding cock continues to thrust into my well-fucked pussy.

A tongue seeks entry into my mouth and I accept it, allowing it to explore my teeth, my tongue, and the roof of my mouth. I want it in my mouth and suck it hungrily. I want every part of my body filled by him. I need male flesh inside me—deep inside me.

His thrusts become harder and faster, his groin slamming against mine, again and again, continually stimulating my clit. Rough hands constantly and painfully squeeze, push, and pull my breasts and nipples. There is no respite from this delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. And then I hear his grunt of satisfaction and feel his warm cum flood my cunt. Imagining his seed flowing—making its way deep into my body—drives me so crazy I shudder as multiple orgasms roll through me with ever-increasing intensity.

I'm out of my body . . . out of this world.

This is my fantasyland. This is what I was made for. I was made to give pleasure to men—and to women. I'm compelled to please all the men around me—lots of men. I'm a receptacle for semen—and I love it! I love it in my cunt. I love to swallow it. I crave it and can't get enough.

In my delirium, I'm aware of the cock now penetrating me, shooting even more cum into me. So much has been deposited in me today, it must be getting crowded in there. A grin spreads across my face at that wicked thought. Visualizing millions of busy, desperate sperm swimming in my stuffed womb, I moan. My hand drifts down to my pussy and I revel in the slippery wet mess between my legs. Even though he's already come, he's still going. I thoroughly enjoy feeling the warm, slick sexual juices oozing from where his cock still owns my cunt, pounding into my body, creating feelings in me that are both physical and emotional.

Someone pulls my nipples—hard. It's painful, but I hear myself say, "Oh yeah, baby, pull them harder." The pain is nice and becomes pleasure.

Floating in a sea of rapture, only vaguely aware of my surroundings, I slowly lift my heavy eyelids and peer at the grunting, heaving man above me. I know this man. He's real, I'm lying beneath him, and he's ramming me fiercely until he comes again. The realization triggers yet another wave of pleasure and an orgasm explodes within me, causing me to cry out in bliss. He finishes filling me and I can feel him beginning to soften, but I want more—a lot more.

Closing my eyes, I focus on the feelings inside, basking in the afterglow. How many people will take me? What are they going to do to me? Who else is in the room? Will they hurt me? Damn, I hope they do.

My lover's movement rouses me from my dreamy state and I gaze up at him through partially open, misty eyes. He crawls up my body and presents me with his cum-covered penis.

My eyes gradually swim into focus and I gaze up at the cock glistening with our juices. Instinctively I lifted my head and reaching down with my hand I cupped his balls and drew him close to me playing with him, holding his balls in my hand drawing him up to my face. I ran my finger around to his anus and he responded encouraging me to keep going. I smiled. The smell of semen was strong and I breathed it in tangy odour. A string was hanging down from his cock near my lips so I opened my mouth allowing it to fall into my open mouth. I caught it on my tongue and I savoured the taste of it. I love the taste and feel of hot semen fresh a man’s balls and I sucked him clean.

For a time reality replaced fantasy as I continued to massage his ass gazing contentedly at his balls as they swung close to my face gently hitting my chin. I grinned up at him as I heard him mutter “what a slut.” I enjoyed the sight and feel of the hairy scrotum and I flicked out my tongue licking his balls sucking them gently, one by one, into my mouth. I am constantly amazed at how every cock is different. Knowing what men like I licked that most sensitive place between his balls and his anus and finally the anus itself. 

When my tongue touched that most sensitive area he jumped a little but then he moved and allowed his balls to roll on my eyes before allowing his ass to settle on my mouth. After I had given his ass hole a loving tongue bath he lifted his leg over me, leaving me with a view of his now shiny puckered little hole. I tried to lick it again but he had gone. 

There was more movement between my legs and I knew the next man had come to take me, to possess my body and soon another face appeared in my view. He smiled at me as I sighed with pleasure. “Just fuck me hard,” was all I said thankful that it wasn’t over yet. Lifting my head from the pillow I looked down to where out bodies were about to be joined and I felt the usual warm tingling feeling of anticipation between my legs as I watched yet another rock hard cock poised at the entrance to my body. I rested my head on the pillow and repeated my request. “Fuck me, fuck me hard, suck my tits, pinch my nipples. Hurt me if you like,” 

“Oh I will you slut,” and he did. 

With a savage thrust he buried his cock into me and fully penetrated me in one motion. Leaning over me, his cock embedded deep inside my body his face inches from mine and full of raw animal lust he fucked me. 

Between his grunts he said, “Fuck Peggy you’re a whore. …You are the best nympho slut I’ve ever had the pleasure of screwing. …You are a total fucking slut, aren’t you?” 

A smile crept onto me face as I heard what he had called me and I trust my cunt up to meet him using my body to convey my feelings. I love being called a slut and whore and I nodded dreamily in agreement and then to remove any doubt confirmed, “yes I’m a whore so fuck me like a one anytime you want. Grabbing and pinching my own nipples I added, and I love pain too so hurt me as much as you want whenever you want.”

“Oh we will, Mrs. Peggy Sanford we will. I can’t believe my luck. Working with a married slut is so much fun.”

His words caused me to feel excited and yes I was married and my husband was at home waiting for me. This thought caused yet another wave of excitement to run through me with as much intensity as the thrusts I was receiving from the man’s cock. 

When I travel I share a room with the guys from my company as often as I can. Most times I don’t even have a room booked in my name increasing the chance that my husband will find out. 

I also meet up with as many guys as I can that I meet on the net. I particularly like to meet very Dominant men. Sadistic men. Sadistic couples. 

I know fucking others is risky in more ways than one and if my husband found out what I was doing I would be in trouble, deep trouble but I love it. I need it. Fear and walking into the unknown is what makes me hot. Walking on the edge gets me off.

I lay back and let the man find his pleasure in my body and I receded back into my fantasy allowing my thoughts to drift as the man pounded me without mercy. This is what I am made for. To let men and women pleasure themselves with my body. I felt great. I was happy and I wanted more.

Suddenly he pushed into me hard and started to grunt making an animal noise as he emptied his balls into me using my willing body as a battering ram driving the air from my lungs as he battered me in his frenzied efforts to drive his cock into his slut as far as he could get causing our bodies to crash together his balls pounding against my ass. 

I opened my eyes and watched in awe as he achieved complete sexual relief. When he had finished adding his load in my cunt I felt disappointment as I realised that there were no more men waiting to take his place. I watched as his cock slowly withdrew from me and I felt the emptiness between my legs and I felt physical loss. Strings of cum still connected us and I watched fascinated as they swung free. Gravity would soon have it’s way so I placed my hands on his bum my fingers seeking his ass hole and I pulled him up to my face and to my waiting mouth. 

I looked up at him and a cheeky satisfied grin spread across his face. Giving him my best ‘slut’ look I slowly, deliberately ran my hand up and down his softening cock until some of the goo fell onto my lips. I held eye contact with him as I licked at it then took his cock into my mouth I sucked him clean. 

As I did this I shoved one fingers down between my legs gathering some of the hot steamy mess on my fingers. Transferring a lubricated finger it to his ass hole I shoved it inside him. 

“To show you that I know my place with you I am going to kiss your ass and using the finger embedded inside his bum I urged him higher until his balls were resting on my mouth. I gave the hairy gonads a loving tongue bath then withdrawing my finger from his hole I did as I promised and kissed his ass. Then licked that most wonderful spot between the balls and ass hole. 

Now I know the sight of a guy sitting on my face as I lick his ass doesn’t present a very elegant picture but I love it. Many women don’t like licking ass but I will do anything if it brings a man pleasure. I want to serve a man or woman completely performing any sex act that will pleasure them and to kiss and/or lick a person’s ass hole is to completely humble and humiliate myself before them. It means that I have totally submitted myself completely without reservation to them and their desires. Why? It’s simple. I am a woman that wants to be used and abused.

Smiling down at me he said, “Peggy you are something else. You are one of the most exciting, interesting and sluttish women I’ve ever met.”

I smiled and with a sign of gratitude I whispered, “thanks” I said as I lay basking in his compliments. “But next time you guys how about arranging a gangbang for me. Or better yet arrange for a bunch of horny men to gang rape me.”

With a dirty wanton expression on my face I Shook my shoulders so my tits wobbled around and spreading my legs wide apart obscenely I added, “See this cunt? It belongs to a slut who needs more cock. I want my cunt overflowing with cum. Any number of cocks and size shape or colour doesn’t matter. I just want cock.” 

Laughing one of the guys slapped me hard on my ass, “Come on Mrs Slut Sanford go and take a shower you have a plane to catch.” 

Being a born exhibitionist I made a lurid show of getting off the bed where I had spent the entire day stepped over the crumpled sheets and clothing strewn all over the floor and made my way to the bathroom. When I reached the door I looked back over my shoulder at the two still naked men in the room, stuck my ass out to them and said, “find me some men who want a piece of this sluts ass,” and wiggling my ass provocatively I disappeared into the bathroom. 

After showering I slipped on a shirt but didn’t do it up leaving my pussy and tits on display. As I Looked at my image in the mirror I remembered a night not long ago where a man took me to a party, stripped me and made me lie on a bed naked and on public display for the entire evening. During the party a constant stream of complete strangers would come into the bedroom to use the on-suite bathroom and I had to stay naked on the bed. It was embarrassing and humiliating and I was turned on to the max. Even thinking about it now and despite all the sex I’d had that day I felt horny and I felt a gentle flush creep over me. 

Leaving the memory behind I walked back into the bedroom and my pussy tingled immediately at the site that greeted me. I was standing face to face with a man I had never met before and he was black. 

Stunned, immediately aroused and very curious I looked across at my two friends and laughed. “Shit you blokes didn’t waste any time did you.”

Laughing one of my colleagues came over to me and placed his hands on my tits lifting them up to the stranger and whispered into my ear.

“Be careful what you wish for because you never know you might just get it.” Then he whispered softly in my ear “and he is safe.” I turned my face towards him and looked at him noting with glint of excitement in his eyes. I didn’t say anything and taking my silence as my approval he continued. “Peggy this is James. James I am happy to give you Peggy.”

Moving his hands down and placing them between my legs he massaging my pussy then slipped tow fingers inside me. “And James you can have her in any way you want. She is your slut. Pleasure yourself with her.”

As he said this he gently nudged me towards James until I stood close to him. Leaning down he kissed me immediately placing one hand between my legs and the other on my breast squeezing my nipple firmly.

Breaking the kiss he stood back a little and looked at me his gaze intense. Sense that he was trying to read me I endeavoured to keep my response neutral but I’m the excitement I felt surging through my body was reflected in my eyes. Obviously my attempt to remain uncommitted failed (happily so) and eventually his eyes began to roam unashamedly over my body. I watched him as his eyes came to rest on my tits and I trembled as he reached our and took my hold nipples rolling them between his fingers before pulling them away from my body and increasing the squeezing harder as they were stretched as far as they would go. Pain was also becoming a factor.

Without releasing my tits or the pressure on my nipples he said. “Someone you know sent me to see you. They know what you want and I’m here to see if what you mean what you say.”

Then he pinched both my nipples hard extremely hard and maintained the pressure until I started to cry but I didn’t try to pull away or in any way stop him. The truth is I want to be treated like this.

My tears appeared to encourage him because he squeezed even harder causing me to gasp with pain and my knees to bend a little. It took all the strength I had to remain standing the pain in my nipples was white hot and penetrating. 

“Smiling at my effort to stand still as he punished my nipples I was aware that he was speaking and I listened though a film of tears. Our mutual friend has seen your stories on Literotica and your profile on the bondage site and we know what you want.”

Now like I said I am an exhibitionist but the stories I had written were about a lot more that flashing and public nudity. I have a profile on a bondage site in it I reveal all of my deepest and darkest desires and I have made it know on that site that I want them all realised. I have made it as clear as possible that while I am a regular mum and wife I’m also a slut and a whore. I’ve also become a pain loving cum slut who has almost no limits. The stories I have written are based on true events and are about submission, complete submission. I have invited men or couple who are sadistic to contact me and use me. Almost nothing is out of bounds. Forced public nudity, prostitution, rape, gang rape, whipping, canning and extreme humiliation are what I want. The more sadistic they are the better I like it. It is the unknown that I crave.

Slowly I began to realise that the pain in my tits was subsiding and that I was now sitting on the bed naked and in front of a man I had known for just a few minutes. It was the stuff of dreams. It was a situation I had hoped for. I was intensely aroused because I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I wasn’t in control and this was indeed the unknown and I was totally turned on. 

I managed a smile as I gazed up at him through my tear filled eyes and ran my hands over my boobs trying to soothing the pain in my nipples. 

Taking hold of both breasts I held them out to him starring at him defiantly.

Without saying a word he slapped me firmly across the face before taking my nipples between his fingers again and the pain started over which was immediately hot and piecing causing tears to start streaming down my face falling from my chin onto my tortured nipples. 

Even though slightly befuddled by the white-hot exquisite pain emanating from the tips of my breasts I heard him issue me with an authoritative order making me shiver with anticipation. “Take my cock out and suck me off you slut.”

Groping for him through the tears and the pain I did as he ordered and soon his black cock sprang free in front of my face swinging around in a blurry haze.

Releasing my nipples he grabbed my hair roughly and forced my face into his groin and proceeded to fuck my face with a merciless savagery that demonstrated his total disregard for me. I merely provided him with a warn moist fleshy orifice for him to pleasure himself with. Struggling to breath I began coughing and spluttering as he used my hair to pull me hard into his crotch as he continued his pitiless attack on my mouth and throat. A camera flashed and I was vaguely aware this brutal and barbaric face fucking I was receiving was being recorded and the thought thrilled me.

I knew he was about to cum when he started to slam into me so hard I thought he was trying to push his cock out the back of my neck but he surprised me by pulling out and pushing me unceremoniously onto my back causing my legs to fly up he entered me fully in one thrust staying deep in me as he spurted his cum inside me. 

This scene was too much for one of my other lovers and as soon as he could access my face he grabbed my hair in a vice like grip and rammed his throbbing cock deep into my throat and started to unload a copious amount of cum into me. Unable to breath let alone swallow I gagged as he continued to use and abuse my mouth savagely fucking my face as his cum spurted out of him filling my mouth to overflowing some going up my nose as I struggled to breath. Finally he finished and pleasured himself for a few more seconds before he finally released me leaving me to suck air into my lungs spluttering and coughing semen flying from my mouth and nose. I leaned forward and greedily sucked much needed air into my lungs. As my fight for breath eased I became aware of strings of his white fluid hanging from my mouth swinging with my movement back and forth eventually dropping into my lap. I felt like a whore and I treasured the feeling. 

I raised my eyes to see him standing in front of me the expression on his face left me in no doubt that he considered me to be a slut and his next words spoken in a contemptuous humiliating manner confirmed it. 

“Clean this mess up you slut” and he pulled my face to him again and held me there until he was satisfied that I had licked him clean.

I love looking at naked men. The male genitalia well cocks and balls are a never ending source of fascination and satisfaction for me. I love seeing the man’s cock resting on his balls, balls that are hanging loose and free. I adore picking them up playing with them feeling the weight of them in my hands as I think of what lies inside waiting for me to entice out. And the sense of power as I see a cock grow and swell in front of my eyes knowing that I have caused it makes me feel great. And I love being dominated and humiliated. 

Aware that the other two men in the room watching and also considered me a slut I put on a show as I sucked the now soft clean cock into my mouth while moving my head away from him stretching him. Soon his cock popped noisily out of my mouth and I gave his cock and balls one last lewd lick turned to the men and opened my mouth demonstrating to my happy audience that I had swallowed all that had been given me.

James barked his nest order at me. “Now get dressed.” 

I stood up and started to move towards the bathroom “I need to get cleaned up first.”

“No. Just put your panties and your dress on. Don’t get cleaned up and don’t go to the toilet until you are told to.” Mystified my immediate though was of going home to my husband with a pussy full of another man’s semen and I felt my tingle as felt the fear of discovery. But with only the slightest hesitation I obeyed.




Peggy: A Nymph and Loving It



An hour later I was sitting in an aircraft feeling the dampness between my legs as I relived the adventure with my dominant black man, a man I was sure I would be meeting again.

In another hour I would at home and I began to wonder if the mystery man was my husband. If it was him why did he want me to go home with a pussy full of semen? Had he finally found out about my whorish behaviour? If so what would he do?

With these thoughts and wondering who had discovered my secret I settled back into my seat and let my mind drift back over my sex life marvelling at how far I was now prepared to go to achieve the sexual relief and satisfaction I so desperately needed. 

My sex life started at 14 and it was an active life. A smile crept onto my face as I tried to recall if I had ever said no to a boy and I couldn’t think of a single time. So once I had started it was no wonder that the frequency of my sexual activity increased rapidly because word soon got out that I was a girl who would fuck. At 16 I started to fuck older men, older married men and by the time I was 18 I must have had ‘fuck me’ written all over me because I had become a real slut.

Now at 49 I am considerably younger than my husband. He is 70 and, as you can probably guess, his interest in sex isn’t the as it used to be. As his desire for sex diminished my need for sex increased culminating in an ever expanding desire for kinky submissive painful sex. It was during an affair with a dominant man that I had discovered the joy of painful sex. This man had discovered that I was poly orgasmic when he subjected my breasts and nipples to constant unrelenting stimulation something that was also a great and extremely pleasant surprise for me. Later he used me to experiment with pain and sexual humiliation. I responded very well and he began to use many instruments including canes, whips and subjecting me to humiliating public sexual displays. 

Unfortunately I had ended that affair when he began to consider me his property demanding more and more time and wanting to do things that would impinge on my home life.

I may be a whore, a pain cum slut and I’m certainly willing to totally submit myself to a man or group of men and women but when I am not enjoying that scene I am still my own woman. I do have a life beyond this new dark side and I am married with children. Anyway it was because this affair ended that I was in this position. I still have an extremely strong need to explore my kinky sexual side and I was finding the current situation exhilarating.

In the earlier years of our marriage we had a great sex life and my husband had never had a problem with other men or woman screwing me. Just four months after we were married he encouraged me to become a whore for the night. One of his clients wanted a woman and my husband wanted me to be that woman. It was an experience we both enjoyed and repeated on several occasions. After that we got into the swinging scene in a big way and I featured in their contact magazine as a cover girl for several editions. You know pictures of me with my bum showing, another one with two guys fondling my body one of them smiling as he offered my tit up to the camera while the other kissed me his fingers buried inside and my pussy. The last one I loved because I was naked standing in the middle of six naked guys as they pawed and groped me.

Sighing deeply at these memories I regretted the passing of time and my beloved’s interest in sex so I was sure the mystery man wasn’t my hubby. So who?

Today my job as an insurance adjuster requires heaps of travel so I am away from home a lot. As you can see from this story this travel has given me the opportunity to have lots of sex and to explore to the full my darker desires. 

I had just left the airport and was heading home to my husband when my cell phone rang effectively ending my daydreaming about who the mysterious unknown person was. 

Distracted I picked up the phone to hear my husbands voice. “Hi Peg, Alan just called to say he can’t make it tonight. His car has broken down but I told him that that you could pick him up. Is that OK?”

For a while I was confused as I had forgotten about the party but I smiled to myself as I realised that I had had other more penetrating matters on my mind. It took a few seconds for me to get my mind into gear.

“Sure. See you soon.”

“You seem a little preoccupied, are you OK.”

Laughing with a joy and release I truly felt I said, “Honey I feel absolutely wonderful and I’ve had a great day and truly wonderful trip. See you shortly.”

A few minutes later I pulled into our friends place and I was in for another surprise. Alan opened the door dressed only in a towelling robe. It was open and I found myself staring open mouthed and disbelievingly at his nakedness. 

I don’t know how long I was transfixed but he snapped me out of it. With an authority in his voice that I had never heard before. “Did you obey the instructions you were given?”

I was shocked and I began to trembled with almost uncontrollable sexual tension as the realisation of what he had said hit me. All the moisture seemed to go from my mouth to my pussy because my mouth had gone dry but my pussy had instantly lubricated. I didn’t think it could get any wetter given that it was still full of semen but it did. I became super aware of my physical state. My nipples were tingling and I could feel the moisture between my legs. It was an altogether intense and satisfying feeling. 

Finally in a halting voice I managed a response and I heard myself stutter, “You mean from James?”

Again with authority and sarcasm I’d not heard from Alan before he answered. “Yes of course James. Who else would it have been?”

I stood there staring at his nakedness focusing on his cock seeing it stir. “Yes,” I whispered in a barely audible husky voice.

“Good.” 

I don’t know why but thoughts of my husband waiting for me at home flashed though my mind followed quickly by thoughts of my needs and wants. 

We were still standing at his front door with the lights blazing brightly and Alan roughly grabbed a handful of tit through my flimsy clothing pinching and twisting my nipple. I felt the other go up under my dress and between my legs. He Felt the wetness, grunted with approval and grabbed me by my hair and dragged me inside. He had pulled me with such force that I tripped and stumbling along behind him. He ignored my cries and discomfort as he lead me into the house. 

We passed though the living rooms and entered a bedroom where, still using my hair to propel me he threw me onto the bed and attacked me with a savagery and ferocity that excited me beyond belief. 

He was pinching me squeezing my tits so hard that I was crying softly with the pain but if he noticed he didn’t care. This wasn’t the Alan I knew but he could treat me like this anytime he wanted.

He virtually ripped my clothes from my body and started to kiss me fiercely displaying an animal like urgency in his drive for satisfaction. Responding to him I returned his kisses with equal untamed passion. With a sudden rough movement he lifted me up pushing my up back against the wall and he proceeded to fuck my face using me to achieve his own release showing total disregard for my comfort as he did so. For the second time that day I was choking on a cock it filled my mouth entering my throat making it almost impossible to breath. My head was banging against the wall as he endeavoured to force his cock as far into my face as he could. 

I felt a giggle of amusement well up inside me as I pictured myself being flung around the bed like a rag doll bent into whatever shape this man needed but it was effectively stopped as his cock rammed into the back of my throat causing me to gag instead. He was very intent seemingly trying to pin my head against the wall with his cock he was driving it in and out of me so hard. He was treating me like trash, like a complete slut, and it was a situation I was well pleased with. 

Another sudden change and the image of the rag doll flash through my mind as I was flung around again listing to words such as slut and whore being used to describe me, words I love to hear. He went oral then attacking first one breast then the other before catching a nipple with his teeth and biting it firmly hard enough to cause pain but not break the skin.

My level of arousal had gone off the scale in a matter of seconds.

Soon he was traversing down my stomach biting and nibbling as he went continuing to pull and pinch my body as he went frequently returning to my nipples pinching them and rubbing them vigorously. 

Before long I could feel his breath on the silky smooth skin between my thighs and between my legs. Instinctively I lifted my pussy up towards him seeking his mouth. 

He paused for a second or two breathing in the scent of my well fucked pussy and I vaguely wondered if he would go down on me but then I didn’t care I want him to eat me so making his decision for him I lifted my backside up to him offering my cunt to him and grabbing his hair I pulled his face into my squishy pussy holding it against his mouth. 

With his face buried in my crotch he sucked on my pussy with complete abandon for a while before he rolled me over until I was squatting over his mouth. For a few seconds I was in control and I lowered myself onto his waiting mouth and ground my sopping cunt onto his mouth. He reached up grabbing my nipples between his fingers and continued to punish them severely pulling and twisting them until an orgasm ripped though my body releasing yet another flood of juices into his mouth. 

Even as I orgasmed he continued to maul my tits and nipples without mercy stretching them to their very extreme as he ate me out. 

Finally shoving his tongue deep into me he pinched my nipples so hard that I cried. It was excruciating but I wanted more. This is the type of treatment I want. My nipples had become super sensitised a situation that always triggered intense rolling orgasm for me.

Another sudden movement and using my hair he roughly threw into the position he wanted. 

“On your face you slut. I am going to fuck your ass.”

And he proceeded to do just that. No lubrication. No gentle preparation. No loving caress he just fucked my ass. Boy did he know how to give me what I wanted. He was sure pressing my hot buttons as he drove his cock into my unlubricated anus ignoring my screams. Having achieved maximum penetration he began to fuck my ass with abandon driving his cock in and out in a frenzied attack on my person. I consider my ass as the most personal and private part of my body and when a man takes me there he takes a piece of me that I can never get back. My friend was violating me and I was loving it.

I almost collapsed under his weight as my body turned to jelly and waves of pleasure rolled through me and seconds later I was gripped by another strong orgasm. 

Even though my attention was on the pleasure I was experiencing I was vaguely ware that his pace increased and I sensed that he was about to fill my hole with his semen but he didn’t. All of a sudden my pussy was empty and with a savage tug on my hair I was tossed around, my back was hard against the wall and his cock was being shoved into my mouth and my face was being fucked with wild abandon his thrusts into me so strong and deep that I was soon gagging on his hot flesh struggling to breath. And when his semen started to flow I choked, coughing and spluttering his fluid spraying from my mouth. There was nothing romantic about this sex. It was brutal with only one aim. The man using my mouth wanted satisfaction and it was obvious that he didn't care about me or my pleasure. I was in nirvana because this was the sex I craved. I wanted to put myself completely in the power of other men and/or women. They could cane me, whip me, rape me and even Prostitute me. I just want to use me for their pleasure. My whole body, already trembling, began to shake out of control as the sensations increased and the orgasmic high I so eagerly sought ripped through my body lasting for several minutes before subsiding leaving me a quacking wobbly mess on the bed. 

After a few moments I came around aware that Alan was gathering his semen from my face and feeding it to me with his cock. When he was satisfied he leaned down to me and kissed me on the mouth sucking my tongue into his mouth in a lingering kiss. 

“Now I am going to let you know where you stand with me.” He then squatted over my face and lowered his ass onto my mouth.

“Kiss my ass you whore. Lick me. Suck me.” And I did. 

When I was composed again he sat next to me on the bed squeezing my breasts and pulling idly at my nipples as he looked at me with an expression that said he had discovered something new and exciting. 

“Mrs Sanford you are a very hot whorish woman hungry for cock aren’t you?”

I sensed that this was a pivotal moment so I held his gaze and paused a little before responding. “Yes” was my simple answer. 

“Ok well you need to know that I have read the stories you have posted on Literotica and your profile on the bondage site. I must say they make for very interesting reading but what I want to know is how much of it is true and do you really want to experience all that you have rated as five?”

I think I stopped breathing as I considered my next answer because again it was a critical time for me. After an instant evaluation of my feelings wants desires and needs I replied and again it was simple. “All of it is true and yes I want to experience all I have said. I get hot and extremely horny just thinking about the possibilities.”

“And I assume you don’t wish hubby to find out.” 

“If he finds out it will cause me a lot of trouble.”

“You may be in even more trouble if I don’t tell him?”

I didn’t know how to respond so I just continued to stare at him. I didn’t know what he had in mind but I was certain that telling my husband wasn’t part of it.

Smiling at me he asked. “What are you willing to do to stop me telling him?”

This conversation had an almost surreal feel about it. It was like it wasn’t happening but obviously it was because I heard myself saying. “If it involves sex anything and everything.” 

“Your profile indicates that there is almost nothing you won’t do.”

Again I didn’t answer and nor did he. He picked a photo album up from under the bed and thrust it into my hands. 

“Here take this out to the other room and have a look through it. There is a release for you to sign on each page and by signing the pages you will be giving your permission for me to arrange each of the scenarios pictured so put yourself in the woman’s position and make sure it’s what you want before you sign the page.”

I reached for my cloths but he stopped me. “leave those where they are. I want you completely naked and turn all the lights on as you go I want you to be visible.” With that remark he gave my naked behind a stinging slap as I left the room.

I made my way to the dining and opened the curtains fully. I knew that I would be seen by any people who happened to pass and the thought thrilled me. 

Sitting on a towel I opened the album sucking in my breath at the pictures displayed. 

I was looking at a picture of myself naked and tied to a man holding a whip looking down at me. My mouth was open and semen could be seen on my tongue. I remember the man and the situation well and the memory caused my tits to tingle. 

Turning the page I stared mesmerised at what lay before me. There were several pictures of a woman lying on her back her neck clamped in a wooden stock, her feet were on two blocks placed about 3 feet apart and the bench beneath her ended at the small of her back forcing her to support herself on her toes. This had the effect of presenting her pussy to the man standing in front of her. The pictures showed a sequence with the whip landing on the soft sensitive skin of her inner thighs and across her cunt. I thought of myself in that situation and I could almost feel the sting of the whip as it landed stinging painful blows between my legs.

Without hesitation I signed the release attached to the page.

The next pages were of women in all sorts of compromising humiliating situations and I signed them all.

I had paused at one page lost in thought when I became aware that Alan had entered the room and was sitting next to me looking at me.

I looked up at him and searched his eyes for a hint of what he was thinking. He raised one eye brow in a silent challenge and a wicked smile crossed his face. Meeting the unspoken challenge I took a deep breath and signed the release.

The rest of the images depicted prostitution, gang bang, rape, gang rape, extreme BDSM situations and public nudity. I signed them all without hesitation. 

Leaning close to me Alan bit my ear and whispered, “since reading your profile I’ve thought about attaching a peg or clamp to your nipples or hitting your cunt with a cane or whip. I imagine hearing your sharp intake of breath and cries as I land stinging blows across your tits and between your legs and I get very horny. So, from now on you will perform any sex act I want. You are now my whore.”

Moving around in front of me he continued. “The other thing I want from you is information. I want to learn all about you because I am going to write a series of stories based on information you give me and they will be posted on the net. 

You will give me all the details of your sex adventures. What you like, what you feel, what actually happened, what you would have liked to have happened and what fantasies you would most like to become reality. 

I want the readers to know how an articulate, intelligent and very pretty woman like you becomes a promiscuous trollop, a whore and a self-confessed submissive pain cum slut. 

These are the conditions I demand if you want me to keep your dark secret and sluttish behaviour from your husband.”

I fixed my gaze onto him as he spoke and the excitement and stimulation he was feeling was evident and I grinned when because I realised that he knew he was making me an offer I couldn’t and wouldn’t refuse. 

So it was with a smile that I answered him. “Yes. I agree to your conditions as long as the story of my sex life begins at the beginning.”

As soon as I had spoken these words he leaning forward and took my nipples between his fingers again and pulled me up squeezing as he presented his cock to my mouth again. 

This time he lasted forever and my jaw was aching before he came. After the first spurt of semen entered my mouth he pulled out and sprayed the rest on my face. It was hot and it turned me on so much I couldn’t believe it and I pulled him back into my mouth. When he had finished spurting I pushed him down onto the floor and onto his back and with my face directly above his I looked down and slowly deliberately opened my mouth letting a string of semen fall gently off the end of my tongue until it settled onto his lips. I smiled down at him then I slowly lowered my mouth to his and kissed him opening my mouth and forcing my semen coated tongue into his. 

He responded with enthusiasm and we played with it snowballing for a while until the white fluid had been swallowed. 

The knowledge that a close friend had discovered my secret other life was spine tingling and I knew I was his. He could do anything to me and I would do anything for him and as the implications of it sank in I began to tremble all over with sheer excitement. 

Ten minutes later we were traveling towards my home. Alan had been quiet and I sensed that he wanted to talk about something but didn’t know how to start so taking the lead as many females have to I did it for him. 

“Alan come on, what’s on your mind?”

“Well Peggy I am one of the dime a dozen nice guys you referred to in your profile but you have exposed a side of me that I knew existed but I didn’t realize that it was as strong as it is.”




Peggy: A Nymph and Loving It



He was quiet for a while then he added thoughtfully, “Peggy, you are aware that what you are doing is dangerous, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I know the risks but that’s what I like. It’s walking on the edge that excites me so much. I find the fear and the unknown to be wildly erotic.” 

“OK then and I won’t ask you about it again.” 

“That’s OK. And I do choose carefully so don’t worry.”

“Well I will worry about you but I am also going to enjoy you.”

“One last thing. To honour the requirement in your profile that your home life is protected when we meet at social gatherings I am mister nice guy when mixing with your family but when we’re alone then you are my whore and slut.”

Driving to my home I looked across at Alan wondering about him.

He glanced at me and laughed. “And what are you thinking about Peg?”

Smiling I told what was on my mind. “I think you are as kinky as I am in your own way.”

“Yes I have always been a bit of a voyeur so between the two of us we should have some really kinky times. But what about you? I know you like to be dominated so did you enjoy it when I ate your well fucked fanny?”

“I sure did. No problem. No problem at all. I’ll do it anytime you want.”

Glancing across at him I asked, and where did you find James?”

Alan laughed with delight. “Let the games begin hey? He is a man who is going to help you fulfill some of your fantasies. Just when and where is for me to know and you to wonder about. Just know that he has many friends and some of them love very rough sex so you should be in your element. 

You know the old saying ‘be careful what you wish for because you might get it.’ If I hook you up with them you will find out I can assure you I have already told them about you and shown them your profile. They can’t wait to get their hands on you.” 

Then, shoving his hand between my legs he pawed at my pussy squeezing and probing roughly he watched my face for a reaction. “And they love selling their white married bitches to any and all types of people. You will be their whore. They love humiliating their white sluts, their married white whores as they call them. They will make you get on your knees with your bum in the air and they will they take turns fucking you in the ass one after the other while others use your mouth. An anal and oral train. They don’t give a dam about the woman they just use her body for their enjoyment.”

Hearing this I felt the blood rush to my face causing me to blush. “They can do whatever they want to me and I don’t want them asking for my permission. All they need to do is take me and use me. I want them to violate me in every way. It turns me on just saying this to you. I get shaky when I think about you actually telling them all this.”

“Thought it might. And they often video the action and take photographs to show their friends. You know you have said quite clearly that you don’t mind people taking photos of you in compromising situations. How do you know they won’t sell them or distribute them?”

“I don't, and as with everything else related to submission, it is the walk along the edge that stimulates me so much. It's the NOT knowing for sure that turns me on, even more than the chance of being seen, totally exposed doing whatever...”

As I was responding to him and hearing myself saying all of this I was becoming excited at the possibilities. I had spread my legs further apart granting him easier access to my well-pounded pussy. 

As the car came to a rest in my drive he ran a finger from my pussy to my ass and shoved it in causing me to jump and whimper with the pain. Then the finger was gone form my ass and in my mouth. “Lick it,” he said and I did. “OK. Now we become Mr and Mrs normal.”

And as the party progressed we were. I found myself looking forward to the stories. In telling them I would get to relive the experiences and this thought made me lubricate and it’s such a lovely feeling. 

Naked kisses to you all. Peggy.

Hi I’m Peggy. Alan wrote to me about my stories and we decided to write a series of stories about me based on interviews about some of my experiences. Sex can be an exciting topic, and just talking about the experiences that I have had over the years, and what has brought me to this point turns me on. I enjoyed answering his questions, and telling some of my background. Hopefully you will enjoy reading the adventures too. We'd both love to hear from you if the reading turns you on! Naked kisses, Peggy.



Peggy, A Real Smooth Woman



Steph was asleep on the couch, dead to the world after partying all week. I had been considerably more conservative and had gotten some sleep, so I was up surfing the net about 10:00 p.m. on a mid-Spring Thursday night when the phone rang. It was Darwin's girlfriend, Rhonda, telling me she was at Peggy's house and Peggy needed me to fix her computer. After getting Peggy on the phone, I learned Peggy's system was acting funky and she needed to run her payroll program and print her company's payroll. She agreed to pay my usual hourly fee at time and a half, so I got directions to her house and left Steph a note.

On arriving at Peggy's place in Garden Grove about 30 minutes later, Rhonda came running out and got in the car, telling me she'd missed the bus and needed a ride home ASAP. I told her she should have asked for a ride instead of tricking me, so she grabbed my cell phone and dialed Peggy. Peggy said she preferred if I took Rhonda home before I started working because Rhonda was whining and being a pain in the ass.

Peggy assured me I hadn't been set up by them for a ride home for Rhonda as Peggy really did need me to fix her payroll computer. Peggy explained she would have taken Rhonda home herself except her car was in the shop overnight. Peggy added she was annoyed that Rhonda had waited until after the busses quit running to decide she had to go home that night.

I agreed to take Rhonda home, a half hour round trip. I returned to Peggy's around 11, and Peggy opened the door as I walked up the stairs. Peggy explained she'd kept an eye on the security monitor and saw me return. Peggy turned from the door and walking away told me over her shoulder to make sure the door was shut properly, or it wouldn't automatically lock itself.

I followed Peggy down the entry hall to a wide staircase on the left going up. Following her, I noted Peggy was wearing very brief tight white shorts of stretch fabric, stretched so extremely tight they looked like a second skin and I could see her ass through them. I hadn't noticed the shorts before due to Peggy wearing a 49ers jersey that came down to just at her ass cheeks. Peggy was tall, about five ten, with deliciously sculpted long legs attached to slim hips with a firm round small tight ass. The way Peggy's ass moved, wiggled and bounced in those shorts, was a very erotic sight indeed.

Peggy's house was a spacious three story split-level, and I followed her up to the upper half of the second story. A combination workout / home office took the back half, she explained the den / library was in the front half. Peggy led me to the computer in question, there were four in the room, and pointed to the chair in front of it, so I sat down.

At that point, I finally got a look at Peggy, and saw the jersey was stretched tight up top because Peggy had some very nice, firm tits. Peggy's nipples were clearly evident so her tits were obviously unfettered by a bra. Poor Peggy, she had the body of a goddess, but the poor girl had a totally unattractive face and a hoarse grating voice. Not actually ugly or repugnant, but quite unattractive, and her hair being that short didn't help. I immediately realized Peggy was one of those rare women who didn't sexually intrigue me in the least.

I learned she'd been surfing the net and didn't have any anti-virus software on the computer, so I told her I'd run a virus scan first. Peggy asked if I'd like a drink, she was drinking Drambuie on the rocks herself. I told her I preferred single malt scotch and water, but any other scotch would do in a pinch. Peggy said her husband would like me when he met me as he drank Glenlivet, and she left to get me a drink.

Peggy returned with my drink and a fresh drink for herself. She said she assumed I got high since I was a friend of Darwin and Rhonda's, as she pulled a pipe and lighter from a pocket in the shorts. In looking at what she was pulling out of her shorts, I saw the shorts were truly skin tight, Peggy shaved her muff and the shorts were well entrenched in her pussy.

As we go high, Peggy said Rhonda had told her I was a nudist, and I replied Steph and I, or whatever girlfriend I was hanging out with at the moment, went to San Onofre every weekend. Peggy said she didn't recognize me, and John and her went to San Onofre every weekend he was in town. We compared notes and it appeared we usually sat within 50 feet from each other's favored spot. Peggy asked if I knew this or that person and eventually found some nudists we knew in common.

It turned out I went to San Onofre on Saturdays, without telling Peggy I went on Saturdays to find parties being held that night by swinging nudists. John and Peggy always went Sundays, which I had learned by experience was frequented more by nudist families. I went on Saturdays, though we knew some nudists in common. With that, Peggy said she'd heard I hung out naked at home, and since her husband and her did the same, she didn't see any reason to keep her clothes on and I could do the same.

She stripped and I did the same while she took a hit. I then asked where her husband was and she said he was in Seattle, two weeks into a two month contract, and she expected him to make his daily good night call around 11:00 p.m., as was their custom. Peggy saw I had about a third of my drink left and said she'd go freshen our drinks. Peggy's body was absolutely stupendous, and her ass was perfect, a round bubble butt with thin hips and long slender legs.

When she returned she asked how long the virus scan was going to take, and on telling her about an hour, she asked if I'd like to see her house. The master bedroom was huge, taking up the entire top half of the third floor. The next half down was three bedrooms, then the office space I'd already seen, the entrance / dining room at the entrance level. The upper half of the first floor contained the kitchen and dining room.

The lower half of the 1st floor contained a spacious two car garage in the front half. Through a door and down a hall to the back wall where the corridor turned right. The first door on the right was a sauna, and as Peggy opened the sauna door, she pointed off-handedly at the other door down the corridor and said that was the game room. She pointed through the sliding glass door at the Jacuzzi and said we could jump in there or use the sauna while we waited.

I asked her why not both, and she said ok, turning a couple of knobs near the door, which she explained would heat up the spa while we used the sauna. We went into the sauna and she turned a timer, causing some rocks in a corner to give off strong heat quickly. Peggy was moving around, getting us towels and filling a bucket with water, into which she poured something from a bottle on a shelf.

Peggy took the bucket and poured the water on the rocks, creating an instant steam bath, pungent with eucalyptus, being eucalyptus oil in the bottle she had taken from the shelf. The room was instantly opaque with billowing white steam clouds. Peggy asked if I was alright and I was welcome to lay on the upper bench, as she was going to lay on the lower bench. I moved to the upper bench and heard her lay down about two feet below me.

As we lay there sweating, Peggy told me that we would have to have all the lights turned off because the old guy that lived behind her spied on her frequently. She said we'd know if he was spying on her because her dog would start barking at the wall where the orange tree gave her neighbor cover. I laughed and said fine, and told her I needed to get out soon or I'd have melted away when she came to look for me. I got up after her and through the now thinner steam followed her out the door.

Peggy went upstairs and returned a few minutes later with fresh drinks and explaining she'd turned off all the lights at the back of the house. She turned off the hall and outside lights, then slid back the sliding glass door. As I got in the spa, the phone rang and she said it was probably John and we should get the phone, so I followed her back inside. It was dark in the house but she knew her way around and picked up on the third ring.

She spent about a minute discussing business matters, then asked John if he'd met anyone in the bar that evening. Peggy then told John their payroll system had taken a crap, but John, Rhonda's friend, was fixing it as they spoke. I was standing behind Peggy as she leaned over a counter and admiring her ass when she turned to me and handed me the phone, telling me John wanted to talk to me.

After exchanging greetings, John told me he had been looking forward to meeting Steph and I, as they were nudists and had learned we were nudists from Darwin and Rhonda. We agreed we should all get together and take a trip to San Onofre soon. John turned serious and asked if I would be able to fix the computer, as they had to make payroll the next day. I assured John I would fix whatever ailed his computer and returned the phone to Peggy, who gave him a kiss and said good night.

Noticeably, Peggy hadn't mentioned we were nude, had been nude since shortly after I'd arrived, and were about to Jacuzzi, still nude. We were both sweating copiously, so Peggy asked if I would like to take a quick shower and cool off before jumping in the Jacuzzi. I said a shower sounded great and she said to follow her. I followed her to the bathroom of the master bedroom, which had a 2 head glass enclosed shower about 10 feet by 5 feet.

Peggy told me the setup avoided arguments between her and John, and pointing to the other shower, she proceeded to take a shower of her own. I stood under the cold shower with my eyes closed, opening my eyes to see Peggy open the shower door and bend over a bit as she rummaged in a drawer across the way from the shower. She put a new blade setup on the razor she held and turning to me, handed it to me, telling me I needed a touch up, pointing at my face and crotch.

Peggy sat on a short stool and lathered up her legs and crotch, then began shaving, so I shaved my face and then my cock and balls. Peggy then said she believed the only hair on your body belonged on your head. I replied I shaved as an aesthetic thing, since everybody that I knew who was a practicing nudist shaved their pubes. I finished first, not having to shave my legs, and after rinsing off, told Peggy I'd meet her in the computer room.

The virus scan was still running, and had found two virii to that point, so Peggy said let's get another drink and Jacuzzi, leaving with our glasses to freshen our drinks. As she left, Peggy turned on the TV and VCR. I didn't pay much attention since it sounded like a rock video, but Peggy asked me what I thought when she returned and I realized it was Rhonda, dancing nude at what I figured was a bachelor party. 

The view was from high in the corner of somebody living room and there had to be 40 men, all clothed, feeling her up as she danced on what appeared to be a 10 foot circular cloth. The men were holding dollar bills in the air, and Rhonda would approach a guy, take his money then dance in front of him for about 15 seconds, during which the guy would finger her pussy and grab her tits. Occasionally Rhonda would bend over for a guy and he would finger her ass.

Knowing Darwin had been jealous enough about Pam to want to taste her pussy after she'd been over to my house with Sue one day, I was not inclined to believe Darwin would allow his live-in girlfriend to behave as I watched her do on the tv screen. I told Peggy I bet Darwin hadn't seen that video and Peggy said I was apparently clueless. Since Rhonda had quit dancing in clubs on moving in with Darwin, she had worked it out to where Darwin allowed Rhonda to do bachelor parties. Peggy told me Rhonda wasn't supposed to fuck around, but she made an additional $500 for fucking the bachelor, on top of the $500-$800 she made for stripping.

Peggy volunteered Darwin didn't know about the tape, as her husband John had paid Rhonda $1,000 to tape one of her performances. Peggy said Rhonda only worked on weekends Darwin was on an offshore oil rig. I asked Peggy who ran security for Rhonda, and Peggy said sometimes she did and sometimes Tony did. Peggy asked me who I thought I was kidding, as Rhonda had told Peggy in front of Darwin that Tony and Rhonda had been high school sweethearts, and the three of them had had a ménage once. I laughed and said, yeah, right, once.

Peggy said Rhonda, Darwin and Tony were an odd bunch, and switching off the TV asked if I was ready to Jacuzzi. I told Peggy I needed about 10 minutes to run an OS files repair utility before I ran a disk check / repair program that would take about an hour to run after that. Peggy said she would go pour some body oil in the spa to keep the noise down, as she and John had recently installed whisper quiet vents so the neighbor couldn't tell when it was on except for the noise the bubbles made, adding I'd be surprised how far little sounds carry at night in a quiet neighborhood.

About 10 minutes later, I turned off the lights and made my way out the downstairs back door where the spa was located. I dipped my foot in the spa and found it was indeed hot and bubbly, but incredibly quiet, too. The side and back fences were actually about ten feet worth of stacked concrete blocks, and the avocado and two orange trees effectively cut off any light from the street or neighbors. I found Peggy standing on a stepladder against the far corner of her backyard, looking diagonally over her fence.

Looking up at Peggy's tight round ass and well formed legs, I had my first lascivious thoughts of the evening. Did I mention that poor Peggy had a beautiful set of tits, big, round and with very little sag? Did I mention that poor Peggy had a fantastic body, thin hips, long sculpted legs, a flat belly and a to-kill-for bubble butt? Did I also mention poor Peggy was butt ugly? I honestly hadn't given a moment's thought to fucking Peggy, cause she was so damn unattractive.

Peggy came down the ladder and I followed her to the Jacuzzi. In the spa, Peggy told me her neighbor, an older black man, already had a ladder set up against the wall, and she'd seen him standing nude in the shadows, masturbating. Peggy told me he peeked at her and took video of Peggy nude by using the night vision setting on his videocam. Peggy was told this by a neighbor who had seen a video of Peggy and John fucking in the spa.

We sat in the spa and relaxed, telling each other about ourselves. John, her husband, was some kind of master machinist with his own business, and he was hired by companies all over the world to repair industrial machinery. Peggy and John had been married fifteen years, no kids, he was 40 years old and Peggy was 33, a year younger than me at the time. I told Peggy I'd never been married, but had a steady girlfriend, Stephanie, who was 22 years old at the time. Peggy said John would be back in about two weeks and she would call Steph and me over for a barbeque.

After about 20 minutes I was cooked and as relaxed as is possible to get, so I got out and rinsed off with cold water at the outdoor shower, then dried off as Peggy rinsed off. By the time we returned to the computers, the preliminaries were done, so I repaired the O/S by reloading it then explained to Peggy she would have to reload the applications herself to avoid paying me to sit around swapping disks.

By the time I backed up her data files, loaded her payroll program and Peggy ran her company's payroll, it was close to 5:00 a.m. Peggy cut me a check for 6 hours at my usual hourly rate, plus fifty percent more for the emergency call, as agreed. As I started putting my stuff away, Peggy asked if I had a Polaroid camera, because she had one she'd been trying to give away unsuccessfully due to the film packs for it costing a little over $20 for a dozen pictures. I said I had an old cheap one that put out fuzzy pictures, and Peggy assured me I would love this camera she was talking about because it gave crisp, if expensive, instant pictures.

Peggy motioned for me to follow her and she went down to the one room I hadn't been in yet on the bottom floor. Peggy told me to wait outside and went in with the lights off, but the door was open just wide enough for me to make out a dungeon, with manacles hanging from a beamed ceiling to the manacles from the bed's headboard. Peggy turned the light off before opening the door on exiting the room, so I didn't comment.

It was a nice camera so I offered to pay her for it, but she said to just take it. We returned to the computer room where we got high again, I got dressed and then went home, after spending the night naked with a naked woman and probably for the first time in my life not having sex. I got home and was making coffee when Steph woke up, and wouldn't believe I had been out all night until I showed her the check and camera Peggy had given me.

My encounters with Peggy in the future would never again be so tame. The four of us would become pretty good friends and learned Peggy and John had an awful secret. But we'll cross that bridge when we reach it.



Peggy & Greg: A New Slut



Greg and Peggy left another session at their counselors, a once per week session, one of many in the past six months. They had been in counseling since the couple had decided that their relationship and sex life was, well, in a word, dead.

"I'm glad you decided to make a change into wearing sexier clothes, you do have a great looking body, honey. You really do have nice curves!" Greg said as he opened the door for his wife and she slid into their car. 

"I know you and the counselor are right, I can't just sit around and do nothing, and my lack of sex drive comes from not being active. I'm also going to start exercising more, and find some sort of hobby." Peggy replied. "I just need to make some real changes in my life."

"Let's go to the mall and find you a couple of sexy outfits to wear, honey." Greg patted her left leg as they drove to the mall. "And I'd like for you to wear more dresses instead of jeans or sweat pants. You do have a great looking body, and I'd like for you to show it off more. Maybe you should make sex your hobby, I know I'd like that. Mmm, yes, sex as a hobby, sounds good to me!"

"Okay, a few sexy outfits that I'll wear for you, but I'm not going out dressed like some sort of . . . of . . ." Peggy stammered slightly, not wanting to say the word.

"The term 'slut' comes to mind. If you would be more of a slut around the house, I would sure enjoy the show! And maybe, just maybe, we would have more fun together. I would sure as hell rather see you in a see through blouse, and micro-mini skirt, rather than the dumb sweats you wear now. " Greg chatted as they headed for the local mall.

By the time the couple left the mall, Peggy had purchased a fitted, button front dress, a shear blouse, short navy blue skirt, and several sets of sexy bras, panties, and stockings, not pantyhose, plus two pair of high heels. 

"Why don't you shower, and wear the sexy, new dress, hot lingerie, and we'll go out to dinner. I'll call for reservations." Greg requested as they finished bringing her outfits up to their bedroom, and spreading them out on the bed.

In her late forties, Peggy is a good looking woman, with just a few pounds to loose, and shape up. A 35 C, and 26 inch waist, plus well shaped ass, she could still turn heads, but she dressed in ill-fitting jeans, and sweatshirts, mostly. Even when she did dress up to go out she wore outfits that covered more than they revealed, and did not show off her elegant figure. Gregg, too was a good looking male, just fifty, needing to shape up also, he needed to improve his wardrobe too.

At seven the couple left for the high end steakhouse where he had made reservations. The thirty minute drive from their home gave them a chance to talk a bit more about what the counselor had discussed with them that morning about their sex life.

"And I think she is right, you need to be a bit more exhibitionistic, show off your figure more, don't cover yourself up so much." Greg commented as he reached over and unbuttoned two more buttons on her dress, exposing her nylon covered thighs.

"And I suppose you'd like for me to show a bit more cleavage?" Peggy quipped.

"That would be great, honey, you do have great looking tits!" Greg smiled as he watched his wife open one more button at the top of her dress, showing just a bit more of her upper cleavage. "How 'bout one more, honey?"

"I'm not sure, I don't want to get us in trouble, or anything." She said, just slightly embarrassed. She had never been a woman who enjoyed revealing too much of her body in public, and she tended to even turn off the lights in the bedroom when they made love. 

"Honey, nobody will complain, and you do look hot tonight!" eyeing her beautiful cleavage as they made their way through traffic. "Like I said, let's make this a really hot hobby! The hotter the better, I say!"

By the time they reached the restaurant, the top of her dress was open to the middle of her bust line, and just one button below the lacy top of her bra. Greg pulled up to the valet and stopped the car. Two young gentlemen approached each side of the car and opened their doors, Greg stepped out, and Peggy made a bit of a show of exiting the car, giving the young man a nice view of her thighs as she stepped out of the car.

"I don't believe I just did that." Peggy said softly as the couple now approached the doorway to the restaurant.

"Did what, sweety?" Greg asked.

"I just spread my legs just a bit unladylike, when I got out of the car." 

"Mmm, I'll bet that was a nice show. I guess he'll remember you." Greg said as he patted her ass when he opened the door. "I am glad you did that, show off your legs, ahh, I do love those legs, especially when they are wrapped around me."

"Greg, shush, somebody might hear you."

They walked up to the maitre'd stand, standing there for a moment while the maitre'd finished his phone conversation. 

"May I help you?" he eyed them a bit suspiciously. He was obviously looking for a young, hot couple to complement his restaurants style. 

"Yes, reservations for Sanford." Greg replied in an upbeat tone.

"Umm, I don't see your name here?" The maitre'd perused his reservation list. 

"I called about two hours ago, and spoke with a young woman." Greg commented as he watched the man rapidly looking up and down the reservation menu.

Peggy noticed that the man had slipped his pencil down, across what might be their reservation. She moved, and leaned forward a bit, knowing the maitre'd had a view down the top of her dress, allowing him a much better view of her breasts. Peggy was now doing something she had never done, even while dating Greg, using her body to attract attention, especially the attention of a strange male.

The maitre'd took notice of the cleavage that was being freely displayed to his view. He eyed the well shaped breasts, barely covered in a lacy bra, enjoying the view. He had wondered if this couple would be the type he really wanted in his establishment, he liked the hot looking young women, because they always created more interest, and lots of males walking around. He now saw this same element in an older woman, a sensually dressed woman, who seemed willing to put on a bit of a show.

"I think this is our reservation." Peggy said as she gently took his hand in hers and moved it away from the line so that their name was visible. Peggy continued to gently hold his hand, and to lean forward to make sure he got a really good view of her breasts, her beautiful, creamy breasts. She also noticed that Greg had slipped his hand from her waist to her left ass cheek, and massaged her ass gently and knowingly, encouraging her exhibitionism, and making her a bit hotter. She softly caressed his hand, and smiled coyly, enjoying a bit of thrill in what she was doing. 

"Ahh, yes, sorry I missed that." The maitre'd made a check mark next to their name, then he made another mark, a small 'x'. "Would you please follow me?"

The maitre'd led, Peggy followed, Greg just behind and to her right, his left hand still on her left ass cheek, as they walked to their table. Peggy wondered what the other patrons were thinking of her as her husband continued to play with her ass cheek as they walked to the table. The maitre'd pulled a table back to allow Peggy to be seated in the booth, and as Peggy sat down she spread her legs again a bit to far, giving the maitre'd a nice view of her legs. Greg then sat to her left.

"You look flushed, dear?" Greg said quizzically.

"Did you see what I just did, I can't believe what I just did." Peggy replied. "I did it again."

"What?" Greg questioned his wife as he watched her tits bouncing provocatively inside her dress, the thin material and the small bra were having difficulty containing her.

"When I sat down I was even more unladylike, I know he could at least see to the top of my hose! I just can't believe I was such an exhibitionist. I guess you must think terribly of me." She giggled as she looked into her husband's eyes, giving him a look of 'I'll do whatever you want'.

"And, sweety, your hot little display at the maitr'd's stand of your breasts was wonderful you really are opening up, and I love it! " Greg squeezed her left thigh, and slid the hem of her dress up a couple of inches. "you are really sexy looking this evening!"

Peggy had not noticed, but Greg did, they were on an elevated platform from the main aisle to and from the kitchen. Greg had also noticed that their table cloth did not fall from the front edge of the table quite as far as the rest of the tables. He took advantage of the view and show they could put on for the staff, loving the idea that the staff would have a good view up her dress.

The waiter approached, took good notice of Peggy, and her sexy outfit, and asked to take their drink order. Greg then noted that he took the long way to the bar for their order, returning the same way, via the main aisle. Greg slid his hand a couple of inches higher, and massaged her thigh a bit more gingerly.

After a second drink, Greg could tell that Peggy was getting a little looser, and a bit more bubbly. The couple was enjoying the evening, and Greg was working at getting her hotter. 

"Honey, you should go to the ladies lounge and adjust your bra a bit?" Greg was staring down her dress, loving the hot view of her breasts. "fix it like the sales lady explained, folding the lace in, showing more of those hot tits of yours, especially showing off those lovely rosy pink, nipples of yours."

"I guess, honey. Especially for you." Peggy smiled hotly and kissed him on the cheek as she started to get up, Greg slowed her down for a moment as he had caught the movement of a waiter in the main aisle, and knew he had her with her thighs spread just a bit much. The waiter caught a good eyeful and nodded, almost imperceptibly as he looked.

"You, Greg, are a dirty old man!" Peggy said as she sat down. "you knew that guy could see up my dress as I got out, didn't you?"

Peggy returned a few minutes later, making her tits jiggle as she walked back to their table. She also enjoyed the attention she was receiving from the male patrons watching her as she walked, and the eyes of the male staff.

"And, you, my hot little trollop, loved every moment of it! Love the view sweety, I love the view of your nipples since you redid the bra. And the way you made those hot tits of yours bounce when you walked back, now that was really hot!" Greg said positively as he massaged her thigh.

"I feel like such a slut, Jesus, I'm almost naked!" Peggy replied with a chuckle. She suddenly put her right hand in Greg's crotch and squeezed gently, giving him a wet kiss, and noticing the waiter watching their moves as he approached.

The waiter stood to Greg's left, and staring across and down into Peggy's dress top. He stammered a bit, and took their order as he never moved his gaze from her cleavage. Peggy even assisted his view by deftly pulling the top open just a bit more, giving her tits just about maximum exposure.

The sommelier came by, his eyes also glued on Peggy's chest as he offered the wine selection menu and asked about their entrée' order. He spent just a bit more time than normal, only because the hot older woman was giving him such a great view of her cleavage.

"When the waiter brings the appetizer, make sure you lean forward, give him more of a view of your tits, honey." Greg directed as he saw their waiter approaching their table with his tray.

"I'm practically falling out of the dress now, sweety, but, okay." Peggy leaned over just a bit more. "How's this?"

"Super, hot!"

They finished their appetizer and Greg made a further directive, "adjust your tits in your bra, just a bit as he sets your salad down, honey."

"And do you want me to undress, too?" she commented, getting hotter from his demands and the sensuality of what she was doing in public. She complied and demurely smiled at the waiter as he set her salad in front of her as she adjusted her tits in her bra, just a bit as he excitedly watched the woman.

"Jesus, this is making me hot!" Peggy commented as she finished her salad. "Are you sure you want me to act like this, I mean a real exhibitionist? I don't want to cause trouble for us, you know, get us tossed out."

"Mmm, this is great, I want you to be really hot tonight! You look so sexy in that outfit, really sexy, honey. Just watching you makes me almost cream my pants!" Greg commented as he toyed with her thigh, his hand gently running up and down her thigh. "When he returns with our entrée, make sure your legs are slightly out from under the table, and spread them a bit, give him a nice shot of those creamy thighs of yours, just above the tops of your hose."

"I thought he was going to drop my plate in my lap." Peggy quipped as she slid back against Greg as they now began eating their entrée's.

The Rest of the First Evening

Greg slid onto the barstool next to Peggy who was still a bit confused about why they were in this bar, and not a hotel room where she could offer him a new and rejuvenated Peggy. She also noticed the TV's were not playing the usual sports bar fair of football, basketball or some other sport, the televisions all around the room, six of them, were playing a mix of adult porno. She was aghast at the variety of sexual scenes, from a woman being used by two large black males, to three women having sex, and everything in between.

"Greg, what kind of place is this, I can't believe the videos!" She leaned toward her husband as she spoke softly, she squeezed his arm gently. "It's sure not a regular sports bar, not even close!"

"This is an adult motel and bar, as you see, the videos are of all types of sex, and the motel has adult rooms with mirrors, and videos like these running. Hot place, don't you think?" Greg was enjoying a nice view of her cleavage, then turned to look around the room. "Quite a few couples, and a number of single men, too."

"Well, this is hot, and making me hornier, let's have a drink, and go get a room and have some really hot fun." She said as she slowly ran her left hand up and down his right thigh, enjoying the friction of his pant fabric on her palm.

"Check out the couple over there." Greg commented, pointing to a couple to their right, slightly behind, and at one of the booths. The woman's head was bobbing up and down in the man's lap, obviously giving him a blowjob. He noted that the single men paid little attention to the couple, and questioned why.

"She is really doing that here, here in the bar?! God, they'll throw them out!" Peggy commented in a bit of a shocked tone. 

"Oh, I don't think they'll throw them out, I think they are wanting people to watch them, maybe attract another couple to play. Now they are real exhibitionists" Greg replied.

"Play?" Peggy questioned, glancing down at her breasts, knowing that is where Greg's gaze was, staring at her breasts, and she was really enjoying the thrill.

"Yep, get another couple or two to go back to their room with them and swap partners for sex. I sure appreciate the way you like to show off your tits, honey, you are more provocative in your showing off than ever before. Did you have fun at the restaurant, being an exhibitionist?" Greg asked in reply. "Giggle them a little, for me."

"Ooo, that was fun. I did enjoy the men as they made different attempts to get a better view, either between my legs, or of my breasts. You were sure enjoying showing me off to the men, must be fun to show your wife off to strangers." She answered.

"Yes, I did get a lot of pleasure watching you show off your beautiful legs and shapely tits. I think we are going to have company, let the guy have a good look down your dress, see those hot tits of yours." Greg said as a strange male slid up to Peggy on her right side, his eyes taking in every inch of Peggy and her sexy attire.

"Hi, my name is Stan, you two don't look familiar. Is this the first time you have been in here?" The neatly dressed, trim gentleman said as he pressed his hip against Peggy, and placed his left hand gently on her right shoulder. The heat of his touch sent a warm flash to her mind, and a tingle up and down her spine.

"Why, yes. We have never seen a bar, or a motel quite like this. Very interesting." Peggy said as she knew from his gaze that he was not looking in her eyes, but down her blouse, and she was enjoying the thrill of exposing herself like this to a strange male.

"My name is Peggy, and this is my husband, Greg." She turned, and then turned back to Stan, knowing he was watching her breasts jostle inside her blouse barely held in by her bra. She was enjoying having a strange male ogle her assets while her husband sat next to her, encouraging her to show off even more.

"Hi." Greg replied. "Yes, a very interesting place. I am amazed that the management appears to encourage people to, um, show off here in the bar."

"Oh, Kitty and Dave? Yea, they always put on a good show. They are looking for a couple, or a single female to back to their room. She is bi, and he likes watching her with another woman, then doing one or the other of them himself, they don't do single guys." Stan answered, still staring at Peggy's tits, his hand roaming gently up and down her back. "You are a very lovely and hot woman, my dear. You sure seem to dress to attract attention. You DO have a great figure, honey."

"Oh, I dress to please my husband, he loves for me to dress in revealing clothing, and I am getting used to it, and the attention it brings me. Being sensual is rather a different thing for me." Peggy somehow replied as Greg was now playing with her leg, his hand about mid-thigh, and his actions quite visible to their new found friend.

"So, I am sure you are not here to just have drinks. What is your pleasure this evening?" Stan asked his hand now down onto that part of Peggy's ass just above the seat of the bar stool, massaging the warm flesh gently.

"Oh, we thought we'd have a little fun here this evening." Greg said quietly.

"Do you have a room here, yet?" Stan replied, "The rooms fill up fast with couples, and guys like me, looking for couples who want to play. And, I should add that I am straight, drug and disease free, and enjoy a laid-back, and very hot time."

"Oh, Greg had planned for us to get a room and have some fun, alone." Peggy tried to interject as Greg also spoke. She was getting a kick out of the man fondling her ass and looking down, inside her blouse, at her tits.

"Oh, we are open to some adventure. We are exploring new things in improving our love life, and life style." Greg responded, his hand now sliding a bit higher and between Peggy's legs. "but I haven't got a room yet."

"Ah, um, honey, I, um." She was stammering, her thoughts swirling wildly as the two men, one her husband, the other a stranger, were feeling, touching, and encouraging her to do things she had never thought of before, especially in public. She was also very horny, and she was becoming more and more interested in sex, sex like she had never had before. She was additionally becoming more and more interested in the attention of the male to her right, Stan. Stan now slid a barstool to Peggy's right, close to her, his leg actually touching hers, she enjoyed the warmth of his presence.

"You know you can add a lot to your sex life by spending a weekend here, at this little adult motel, sometimes just watching, but also participating." Stan added to the conversation, and then slid his right hand onto Peggy's right thigh just above her knee, and below Greg's hand on her left thigh, his hand on the nylon of her stocking.

"Yep, I thought this place might add a bit more spark to our love life, never thought of the learning part, but that does add to the possibilities. Doesn't it sweety?" Greg asked as his hand massaged her inner thigh, making her even hotter as his hand now approached her pussy, he was slowly moving his hand further up her left thigh as he spoke.




Peggy & Greg: A New Slut



"Greg, I thought, well, we might be alone, but I do have to admit the movies, and watching the other couple has added to the raising of my libido. This place does add to sensuality of what we have done so far this evening." She said, her breathing becoming a bit heavier as the two men continued to stroke her. She was truly enjoying the men as they continued to caress her thighs. She also noticed that both men were gently trying to get her to spread her legs a bit more, but she refrained from this for the time being.

"You are a very lovely and hot woman, Peggy, very sensual. I'll bet you would really have a very sexy weekend, just let things proceed toward the inevitable party time. You have a very hot body, great legs, beautiful tits, and all in very good shape." Stan added as he helped Greg slide her legs apart just a bit more, she had acquiesced to their attempts of tugging gently at her legs, actually liking the unladylike appearance of what she was doing right there in a bar, in public.

"I'm so glad you wore black stockings rather than those stupid panty hose, no fun! These are sexy, really sexy, show off your legs really great!" Greg added. "And that little bra, it's so really hot, shows off those big, beautiful tits of yours just great. Your nipples are even getting harder, and more pointed, aren't they, honey?." 

"I'm delighted you think I'm hot, makes me feel hotter, more sensual. You are really trying to get me into some really hot sex, aren't ya, honey, just gettin' me hornier?" Peggy said as she now slid her hand off the bar and into her husband's crotch.

"Mmm, I love to see you horny, lover. And I can tell that you are far beyond being hotter than any other time we fucked, aren't you sweety?" Greg commented as his fingers pressed against her wet crotch, his fingers against her wet panties.

"Honey, you are making me so hot, let's go on to our room soon." She made a plea to leave the bar. She knew she was getting wet, and she wanted to get into bed soon.

"Oh, let's wait a little while. In the meantime, I want you go to the ladies room, adjust the lace on your bra so your nipples show completely, and take your panties off, and then come back here for another drink. And sit to Stan's left when you come back, I'll move to your right, and make sure he can see plenty of your tits." Greg directed Peggy, whispering his directions in her ear, and helped her down from the bar stool, and watched her as she really gave a show of hot, sensual ass while walking to the ladies room. 

Peggy readily and eagerly complied with her husbands directive, sashaying her ass back and forth as she went to the ladies room to make the adjustments her husband wanted. When she returned, Peggy made sure she walked in such a manner as to make her tits bounce provocatively as she walked, almost obscenely. She was enjoying her new found desire for exhibitionism, and acting lewdly in front of her husband and strangers. 

"Damn, she's a hot woman, Greg, really hot. I'll bet she is really hot in bed." Stan commented as they watched Peggy walking suggestively back toward them.

"And, it would surprise you to know how poor our sex life has been in the past few years. We haven't fucked in over two years, and this is the first time she has ever worn anything as sexy as she is wearing tonight, not even at home." Greg replied.

Peggy turned the corner of the bar and headed toward her husband, and now a third gentleman, who had joined Greg and Stan. She made a little extra effort to make her tits bounce and jiggle more as she walked toward the threesome, her nipples rubbing the inside of the material of her blouse. She was so hot and horny, that she made no effort to be even ladylike when she slid onto the barstool, letting the three males all have a nice view of her very wet pink pussy. She hoped her little show would convince Greg to leave the bar and get a room. Peggy smiled coyly at the new male who had joined them, and knew he too was taking in all of her well displayed flesh.

"Hey, that is really hot, sweety; love to see a wet pussy at a party!" The new gentleman commented. "My name is Carl, and I love to see a beautiful female show off a really hot body! And, by the way, very nice tits, too."

"Greg was telling us about your little adventure at the restaurant. Wish I had been there to see that little show." Stan commented as his eyes lowered to her nearly open dress top, and took in the lovely view of her breasts and nipples, held up by the small bra. Peggy easily slid onto the barstool to the right of Stan, but the new guy Carl was the one that moved onto the stool to her right. She was sure of what to do, but was enjoying the attention the strange males were giving her.

"Now that is hot, honey, great show of those rosy nipples!" Greg commented as he stretched his left hand out and cupped her left breast, as if to weigh it. He slid his hand around his wife as she sat between the two males.

"I guess you like me acting like a slut, right honey?" she asked as she turned her head from her husband and his fondling of her breast, and the other two men, openly watching and enjoying the middle aged woman being led down a path of carnal enjoyment.

"I love my little slut. Why don't you let Stan feel how wet your cunt is? I know he's an expert at testing how hot a woman is." Greg directed.

Without a word, Peggy obeyed Greg's command and turned toward Stan, and spread her legs, allowing him to slide his hand gently up her thigh and to her pussy. He gently swirled his fingers in her juicy cunt, tenderly playing with her clit as he tested her.

"Mmm, you are getting hot, aren't you, honey? Do you like me fingering your clit like this?" He continued running his fingers up and down her slit, gently sliding his fingers in and out of her cunt. He played with her gently, but firmly running his fingers in and out of her cunt, and tweaking her clit as she sat facing him, her thighs spread.

"Oh, god, this is hot, too much! Mmm, please stop, I love your fingers, but I want to climax with something other than a couple of fingers in my pussy." She reached down and gently pushed his hand away, wanting him to continue, but knowing he should quit for the moment.

"Oh, yeah, that is hot, honey. A good slut like you enjoys having other men play with her cunt, and tits, let Carl heft those tits of yours for a minute, pinch the nipples a bit to, friend." Greg directed the other male to play with her tits through the blouse.

"You can slip your hands inside my blouse, honey, rub my nipples between your fingers. Mmm, that feels so good. When are we going to a room, Greg, I'm so horny!" Peggy said, her voice reflecting the heat of her thoughts as the men toyed with her. She was really loosing it now, she was encouraging the males to caress her body, with her husband and others watching her obscene display of sensuality.

"In awhile honey, I just want to see you being a slut for a little while longer." Greg said as he slid his fingers into her pussy while Carl fondled her tits. "This is hot, watching you let another male fondle your tits, here, in a bar. Are you enjoying Carl play with your tits, slut? I bet you like showing off those hot fuckin' tits, too?!"

"Mmm, yes, this is fun. Do you like my being your little slut for the evening?" Peggy asked her eyes slightly glazed from the sensuality of the moment.

"You are so fucking hot, honey, your cunt is really wet. Would you like for Carl to suck on those sweet, rosy nipples? Open your blouse for him, slut." Greg directed his wife as she was immersed in a sexual mood. "And, maybe this is not just for an evening, cunt."

Peggy blindly complied, her hand with the buttons on her dress, they were quickly undone to her waist, then, with Carl's help, she opened the dress top, and suddenly his mouth found her right nipple.

"That is so fuckin' hot, honey. I know you love having your nipples sucked, don't you?" Greg commented as he continued to finger her clit. "Spread your legs a bit more, and take hold of Stan's cock, just in front of you, my horny little slut. And start talking like a slut."

"Oh, God this is hot," Peggy moaned as she reached out and took Stan's cock in her hand and gently stroke if while Carl continued to suck on her nipples. "Mmm, suck the other nipple a little, sweety. And your cock is so hot! Greg, let's go to a room so you can fuck me, I need you to fuck me! God, I need to be fucked, honey."

Peggy didn't notice the other two males join the group, but Greg did, and knew this was going to be one great evening of getting Peggy to do a number of sexual shindigs she had never done before.

"Damn, she's a hot broad. Yours, friend?" a very deep voice questioned, and Peggy turned to see a tall, handsome male with a voice like Richard Sturben, the gospel/country singer.

"Yep, belongs to me. She's just getting used to being a slut though. She does like having you guys watch her being an exhibitionist. Spread your legs, slut, show the man those hot, juicy cunt lips of yours." Greg ordered, sliding his hand from her juicy cunt. And with no complaint, she spread her legs wide enough for those in front of her to have a good view of her pussy, she was really getting hot now, loving the attention..

"God, that looks good. I'd love to eat that pussy!" The new, now fourth male added as he bent over slightly and looked directly into her pussy.

"I'll bet she'd love to have her pussy eaten." The deep voiced male added.

"Slide forward on the stool a bit, slut, let the man eat that hot cunt of yours, spread those fuckin' thighs some more." Greg again directed. In a swirl of sex and sensuality, and no comment, Peggy slid forward on the bar stool, till her ass was nearly off the stool and spread her legs, allowing the strange male to kneel between her legs, his head now at the junction of her legs, his tongue licking up and down, then sideways. Her hands went to his head and held him there, not wanting the moment to ever stop. She suddenly let out a whoop, took in a deep breath of air, and groaned deeply as she climaxed. She made an effort to get him to move away, as she was now very sensitive, but the male eating her cunt persisted, and Greg directed her to let him to continue to eat her pussy while, now six males watched her sexual exhibition.

"Open your fuckin' blouse more, slut, let's see those tits!" Stan directed, and Peggy robotically followed the command, opening her blouse, exposing her tits for her audience.

"You having fun, cunt? You like having some strange guy with his face in that hot pussy of yours?" Greg questioned her as she finished a second climax. "I know you are enjoying having these studs play with your tits, and eat your hot cunt."

"Shit, this is unreal. Yes, it is fun!" She stammered. "This is so fucking hot!"

"You wanna go fuck now, cunt?" Greg again questioned his very hot, and slutty wife. His right hand was helping to hold her left leg, giving the male between her legs free access to her cunt.

"Yes," she hissed, "let's go to a room where you can fuck the hell out of me. I need your cock in me, and soon!"

"Stan has a suite here at the motel. I thought we'd all go upstairs, and you can fuck and suck all of the guys, cunt! You know, a really hot gang bang, and you are the gang bang queen tonight!" Greg again spoke in a commanding voice, with hoots of approval from the rest of the males surrounding Peggy. "I want you to fuck and suck cock all night long, I want you to swallow loads of cum, I want you to be a slut and whore for me!"

"But, I thought this was our night out?" She questioned as she slid back onto the barstool, but not closing her blouse, and barely bringing her legs together, leaving herself quite exposed to the collective stares of those gathered around her. 

"Well, yes it is, but, as a matter of fact, I want to see my hot little cunt, get gang banged by these guys. I want to make sure you are properly educated in the ways of being a true slut for me. I want to watch you fuck and suck their cocks dry, I want you swallowing cum, having your body covered in cum, and then coming back here to show other females, and the males in the bar how much of a slut for cock and cum you are." Greg continued.

"Mmm, I guess I could be a hot little slut for you and fuck and suck our new male friends, then. Being a cunt, rather than a prude is a helluva lot more fun. But, before we go to the room, come around here and stick that cock in me, and fuck me here in the bar. I want my hubby to be the first to cream in my cunt, and I want it here in public!" Peggy suddenly switched her character, she had suddenly become the slut that Greg wanted. 

Greg quickly moved between her thighs and dropped his pants. His rigid cock stood out from his pelvis as he moved forward between her thighs. His cock easily slid into her already wet cunt. For nearly five minutes Greg pumped his cock in and out of his wife as six males watched the couple. But, there were actually more eyes watching than the close six males. There were two other couples, plus several other males, including a group of six black males. Greg climaxed first, followed quickly by Peggy, who shuddered from head to toe in another wonderful climax.

With cum running down her thighs, blouse open, and tits bouncing lewdly, Peggy and her entourage of seven males headed out of the bar. The group walked down the hallway toward the suite Stan had rented, Peggy being groped by various hands of the males as they moved back and forth. One of the doors opened, and a couple started to exit into the hall, but stood back and watched the group walk by.

"Looks like that cunt is going to have a really hot evening!" The woman said to her partner, but loud enough for all to hear.

Peggy was led by the seven males to the lobby then up to a suite that Stan had rented for the weekend. Peggy made no effort to push their hands away, she was truly enjoying the molesting and mauling she was receiving. When they arrived in the room, Stan pushed her to the floor and shoved his cock in her face.

"Suck his cock, bitch!" Greg ordered as she moved forward on her knees and tentatively licked the head of his cock, then slowly took the eight inch dick into her mouth. Stan held her head and slowly moved his hips back and forth as he fucked her face.

"Okay, somebody slide under her and start fucking the little slut!" Stan now directed, and one of the men easily slid under Peggy from behind, pushing his cock into her wet hole and began to bounce her up and down. Peggy's eyes widened as Stan began to unload in her mouth.

"Yeah, swallow all of it you fuckin' slut, eat my cum!" Stan said as he stroked his cock, squeezing the last drops from his cock into her now willing mouth. "Okay, who's next to have this little whore suck their cock?"

Peggy looked around the room as one of the other males approached her, stroking a cock about the same size as Stan's, just a bit bigger around. Peggy greedily took this new cock into her mouth, never paying any attention as to the face of the owner, she was loving the depravity of being used by this group of men, while her husband watched and encouraged her to be even more depraved "Shit, here it comes, bitch!" and with that Peggy shoved herself down on the hard cock which was now shooting it's load deep in her pussy. 

"Okay, on the bed, cunt, lay on your back, your head at the edge of the mattress, and let's see you fucking and sucking again!" Greg ordered as he helped lift and shove her onto the mattress, her head at the end of the bed.

"Now let's see you suck this, bitch!" The man she had been sucking now moved between her thighs and easily inserted his cock into her cum drooling pussy and began a quick fucking motion. Then the man whose voice she heard now appeared above her head, a huge, ten inch cock in his hand. He stroked his meat as he walked up to her and slapped her face a couple of times with his cock. The he rubbed the tip of his cock all over her face, leaving little trails of pre-cum on her ivory white cheeks. 

"Fuck the bitch, Carl, shove it in her hard!" She heard Greg's voice as he directed her getting fucked by a strange male. 

"Yeah, baby, suck my cock, you'll get used to the size of it, just keep sucking, whore!"

For another five minutes the two men shoved their cocks into her willing holes. Greg and the others stood around her and watched as she was used by the two males. 

"Ahh, here it comes, you little fucking cock slut!" and the man pulled his cock from her mouth, his cock suddenly spewing hot come all over her nose and lips, she was surprised by the man shooting his come on her face, she had expected to swallow another load.

"Oh, fuck, that's to fuckin' hot!!!" and Karl began shooting his load deep in her cunt. 

"Now, you fuckin' slut, turn over and sit on Stan's cock for a few minutes, fucking him." Greg instructed her , and she quickly complied.

"On all fours, cunt, turn around and suck his cock, and Bill is gonna fuck you!"

All Peggy could do was to comply, she was so immersed in all of this depravity, it was making her climax almost continuously. She was beyond caring what the other men thought of her, or how depraved she was, she was in shear ecstasy. 

She would suck on Stan's cock for a moment, then take her mouth off of his cock to speak, "oh, God, fuck me harder, please fuck my cunt hard!!"

Greg walked up to the side of the bed, and slapped her left breast, she replied by squealing in lustful pleasure. So he went around the other side of the bed and slapped her other breast. "When he cums, pull his cock out and rub his cum on your face, you fuckin' whore! God, she really loves to fuck and suck now!"

A couple of moments later she pulled Stan's cock from her mouth and began rubbing the end of his cock all over her face, lewdly smearing his cum on her cheeks, nose lips and chin. Then Bill grabbed her shoulder and spun her around as he pulled his cock out of her cunt, and he shot his load on her face too.

"Now scoop it up with your fingers, cunt! Eat that cum, you fuckin' slut!" Greg ordered as they all watched her scoop up cum and put it in her mouth.

This is far from the end of this lovely wife and her turn to the sexual side of her life. She becomes even more of a slut in future writing.