0 comments/ 79473 views/ 3 favorites Becoming A Slut By: English Bob Up until a half hour ago, Henry Taylor’s evening had all the exciting promise of watching paint dry. This of course was not unusual; in fact the vast majority of his evenings followed the same rather dull routine – micro-waved dinner eaten in front of the TV followed by bed. If he was feeling especially horny he might turn off the sporting event that he would inevitably be watching, slip one of his collection of adult video’s into the machine and spend a blissful hour or so jerking off. There were only two things that Henry enjoyed watching on TV; sports and porn and it had been due in no short measure to his “sportiness” with other women that had led to the inevitable breakdown of his marriage a few months ago. In fact, Henry had not seen or spoken to his ex since she had kicked him out - not until the telephone call a half hour ago. During the call, Janet had been pleasant and friendly and, Henry thought, just a little coy. She had wanted to see him, she said. Wanted to sort some things out, she said, and why didn’t he come over to the house, she said? Henry had been intrigued to say the least. Janet’s sociable manner was a complete change to the last time he had seen her. Mind you, he thought with a little grin, the last time he had seen her – amid considerable screams of abuse – was when she had caught him in their bed with his cock half way down a pretty waitress’s throat! But maybe the past two months had given her time to cool off, he thought. Maybe everything would be alright again. Maybe! Janet Taylor replaced the telephone and glanced at her wrist watch. Her worthless husband would take at least an hour to get to the house. She smiled to herself wickedly as she thought of the surprise that she had in store for him. He had humiliated her too many times and this was her chance to get even. She drew a deep breath and let it out slowly, tossing her long blonde hair from her eyes. She was nervous. A few months ago she would never have thought herself capable of even entertaining the idea, but here she was now about to actually put her plan into practice. It had actually been her girlfriend Sandy’s idea. Sandy had been only too well aware of Henry’s infidelity and had encouraged her on several occasions to leave him, but after Janet had told her of the final humiliation – finding him fucking that slut of a waitress from the local restaurant – both women had agreed that Henry should be paid back for his actions. The idea of Janet having sex with another man emerged from their frequent conversations very quickly, but the idea of making it with two men, and ensuring that Henry was there to see everything was all down to Sandy. “Just so long as you tell me all the juicy details afterwards!” Sandy had giggled. Actually, Janet reckoned that her friend was more excited at the prospect of sex with two men than she was herself; Sandy had immediately flushed red and excused herself to use the bathroom. She had been a very long time and Janet was sure that she could hear the unmistakable sounds of muffled moans from behind the bathroom door. She was certain that the idea had caused her friend to masturbate to orgasm. Janet’s reverie was suddenly broken by a firm knock at the door. She felt her heart begin to race and she swallowed. Her throat felt suddenly very dry as she opened the door wide and allowed the two young studs to enter. Henry was curious to see a blue Ford parked in the drive as he pulled up outside the house that he had once shared with his wife. Janet was always short of cash so, he reasoned, it was unlikely that she had bought a new vehicle. With a sudden rush of dread, he wondered if it could belong to her friend Sandy. God, he hoped not. The last thing he wanted was that bitch there stirring everything up while he was attempting reconciliation with Janet. With a certain amount of trepidation Henry slid his key into the lock and let himself in. As Henry walked into the lounge, the young man smiled up at him. He was sitting quite comfortably on the sofa next to Janet and seemed very at home. Henry opened his mouth about to demand to know who this person was but his speech was quickly curtailed as the lounge door slammed behind him. Wheeling around Henry was presented with another young man of similar appearance – a brother perhaps, he thought - who was now nonchalantly leaning back against the door and blocking Henry’s exit. “I’d like you to meet George and Terry.” Janet said in a matter-of-fact voice. “What? Er..who?...” “No, don’t bother to try and work it out, Henry. Why don’t you just sit down?” “Now wait just a min –“ “The lady said SIT!” Terry suddenly said commandingly. Henry’s head had been rotating back and forth as if a spectator at a tennis match but now came to rest on Terry’s face. The young man was large and meaty and Henry did not like the odds against him getting the better of the man. “That’s better,” Janet continued as she saw her husband sit meekly in the proffered chair. “I’m sure we can all be adult about this, can’t we?” “But I thought you wanted to talk about us.” Henry complained humbly. “You know, sort things out?” “Oh, I’m fine.” Janet replied with a smile. “And I think I’m just about to get “sorted out” thank you very much!” The realisation of what was about to happen suddenly hit Henry with full force. “What? You mean ….. you surely can’t mean…?” “Oh yes, Henry. That’s exactly what I mean.” Janet laughed. “What is good for you is also good for me. And you get to see it all from a ring-side seat!” She turned to look at her two young companions. “Gentlemen, shall we?” Henry watched agog as the two men squeezed either side of Janet on the sofa. He had a sudden flash of admiration for the way his wife looked; her blonde hair had been freshly washed and her make-up carefully applied. Janet had always had a great body and, sitting there watching her start to slowly strip off her silk blouse; Henry was suddenly at a loss to explain why he had always felt it necessary to chase other women. As Janet’s small, rounded breasts came into view (she had not bothered with a bra, Henry noted), Terry and George quickly removed their own shirts. Henry couldn’t help a pang of jealousy as he saw the muscled torsos of the two men, but it was only a fleeting thought. He was concentrating far more on the figure of his wife as she smiled up at him while allowing her two lovers to help her off with her jeans. Henry watched as the two young studs continued to divest his wife of her clothing. Now all that stood between them and a completely naked Janet was a small pair of black bikini panties. Henry realised that she had been barefoot from the start and that she had painted her toenails the same colour as her fingernails. All the time he had been married to her, Henry had never realised what a total slut his wife was! And, seemingly, just to prove Henry’s point, Janet suddenly looked up at the two men and licked her lips lustily. “I want some cock!” She cooed. “Give me some of that hard, juicy cock!” Henry was certain that one of the two studs would be more than happy to oblige but could tell that both men were more in control of the situation than he ever would have been. There was one more thing that they wanted to do first. “Sure, baby,” George drawled, “but let’s have you out of those panties first, okay?” There was no argument from Janet, her husband saw. She looked so hot and horny now; her eyes seemed to blaze with excitement and there was no disputing that her tight nipples were harder and firmer than Henry could ever remember seeing them. He watched his wife’s eyes close as Terry began to suck and pinch the hard buds while his brother eased the last remaining item of Janet’s clothing over her rounded butt and down her long slender legs. “Oh fuck, that’s so nice!” Janet moaned as Terry continued to tease her nipples. George was grinning as he dropped the black panties on the carpet and gently eased Janet’s shapely legs open. Henry watched as the young man slipped two fingers between her sex lips and heard his wife moan loudly as he began to rub her clit. Terry’s mouth closed greedily over each nipple alternately, sucking happily while his fingers began to pinch the other. “Oh my God!” Janet cried. “You’re gonna make me cum!” Encouraged by her positive reaction, Henry looked on as both men seemed to increase their efforts. George’s fingers seemed to flash in and out of Janet’s very wet vagina as his brother twisted, pinched and bit her nipples to the point where Henry thought it must have become almost painful. But Janet didn’t seem to care. In fact her face contorted further into a look of sexual excitement as her climax began to wash over her. Henry watched her toes curl. He heard her ecstatic moans echo around the room and smelled the excitement in the air. Janet’s whole body seemed to contort and tremble as the waves crashed over her, enveloping and submerging her. Her breathing sounded laboured as she panted and gasped until finally she lay still. “No time to rest now,” George laughed, “I got something I think you want!” Henry heard the sound of zippers being lowered as both men released their hard, throbbing tools. Neither man was absolutely huge, but both were certainly larger than Henry in that department and the old pang of jealousy returned for a brief moment. Janet now seemed past caring. It was obvious that her climax had rid her of any last lingering inhibitions and she grabbed for George’s solid manhood with a look of abstract hunger on her pretty face. “Go ahead babe,” George said with a smile, “kiss it for me.” Henry watched his wife avidly as she grasped the solid appendage and guided it between her carefully painted lips. He heard the young man groan deep in his throat as his cock disappeared inch by inch into her mouth. “Mmmmm. Nice baby. Very nice.” Henry could hear his wife’s muffled voice as she hummed around George’s thick tool and took it deeper to the back of her throat. He had never had any idea that she was such an accomplished cocksucker and had to admit that watching her was strangely arousing. No, more than arousing, Henry realised, the throbbing of his own cock was enough to tell him that watching his wife sucking greedily on another mans weapon was turning him on like never before. “Time to switch, George?” Terry suddenly asked. Henry could see that George’s brother had been stroking his own cock whilst watching Janet perform her deep-throated blow job. Now it was clear that he wanted her warm, wet mouth around his cock instead of his own fist. “Sure, bro.” George replied, perhaps just a little reluctantly, “get in here, man!” As the two brothers traded places, Henry watched his wife happily accept Terry’s slightly larger weapon straight into her mouth. Her hand stroked expertly up and down his shaft and under his balls, cupping them tenderly as she sucked noisily on the head. Henry’s hand began to massage the front of his pants and he craned his neck to see more. “Hey man!” George exclaimed as he saw Henry feeling himself up. “I think your old man’s getting off on this too!” Breathlessly, Janet allowed Terry’s cock to slide back out of her mouth. She was breathing hard. “Yeah, maybe he wants to see me get fucked!” She gasped. No sooner said than done, George pulled the young wife bodily up and bent her back down on the sofa. Her ass was sticking obscenely up in the air and her wet pussy pouted back at all three men. “Mmmm. Sweet looking cunt, your wife has, man!” George murmured. “Think I’m just gonna stick my dick right in there!” “Do it.” Janet urged him in a sluttish voice that Henry didn’t even recognise. “Do me George. Fuck my hot wet cunt with your big cock!” As Terry sat in front of Janet’s face and fed his tool back into her wanton mouth, George suddenly drove the entire length of his penis deep into her dripping hole from behind. Henry heard his wife gasp at the ferocity and depth of the man’s penetration but her words were quickly curtailed by Terry’s cock as he rammed it straight down into her throat. As Janet was being ploughed so vigorously at both ends of her lithe body, Henry felt the uncomfortable throb of his own pressing erection. He was as past caring now as his wife and, unzipping himself slowly, pulled out his own modestly sized equipment and began to masturbate. “That’s it, man,” George drawled as he saw what Henry was doing, “you jerk off while we fuck the shit outa your old lady!” Henry continued to play with himself as he watched his wife receive such a forceful fucking and it was only after another ten minutes of the brutal treatment before Terry spoke again. “Think it might be time to switch again,” he said as he held Janet’s blonde hair back so that he could see his cock going into her mouth. “I wanna get some of that sweet pussy, man!” This time George was quite receptive to his brother’s request. “Sure bro. I wouldn’t mind fucking her mouth for a while – No problem!” Again, the brothers changed position; this time pulling a fairly exhausted Janet down onto her back on the well used sofa. Henry’s breathing was coming in ragged gasps as he jerked off and he could see a sheen of perspiration covering his wife’s tanned body. Terry gasped as he slipped his rigid member deep into Janet’s pussy. He grasped her foot and stroked her toes as he ploughed her, pulling her leg up towards him thus spreading her legs as far apart as possible and deepening his penetration. “Wow! This little slut sure knows how to fuck, man!” he laughed at Henry. “How’s it feel being married such a whore?” It was clearly a rhetorical question and Henry kept his mouth firmly closed. But he could see that Janet was not going to do likewise; her mouth was stretched wide open and at that moment George was pushing the entire length of his dick between her full lips. As Janet’s body was again lurched back and forth by the exertion of her two young lovers, Henry could hold out no longer. With a strangled cry of lust his balls seemed to suddenly erupt. His whole body shook and trembled and he looked down just in time to see a thin stream of jism shoot from the tip of his cock and splash onto his pants. “Looks like he shot his load already!” George grinned to his brother. “Yeah, well I could happily unload into this little slut as well.” Terry grunted as he lunged again deep into Janet’s gaping sex hole. “Okay, bro. let’s do it!” With a muffled grunt, Janet quickly managed to extricate her mouth from George’s cock. “Wait!” She almost shouted. “If you guys are ready to cum, I want you to do it on me. Shoot all your lovely sperm into my mouth!” As his penis visibly wilted, Henry watched yet another change in the trio’s position. Janet kneeled submissively on the floor between the two young men as they seemed to tower over her. Their throbbing weapons flanked her head on both sides and she alternated between the two, stroking and sucking each in turn. Henry could see that the two men were very close. Both sets of eyes were firmly closed as they revelled in Janet’s oral attentions and strove towards their own orgasms. Henry felt that he could hardly wait for the finale. He knew it would be explosive and he wanted to see the expression on his wife’s face. Henry didn’t have long to wait. With a groan, Terry leaned his body towards Janet. She was currently greedily swallowing George’s inflamed meat and Terry’s cock head quivered against her swollen nipple. And then, suddenly, with little more warning, Terry’s cock was pumping cum. Janet immediately turned to the ejaculating member and opened her mouth just as George also began to cum. It was a scene of almost comical proportions; Janet seemed to have no idea which way to turn and the result was that within a few short seconds her face and heaving breasts were awash with male sex fluid. She jerked each cock furiously encouraging every last drop of the precious liquid out and used her tongue to lap up what she could before finally slumping exhausted back onto the sofa and falling into a deep, satisfied sleep. When Janet finally awoke, Henry was still sitting where he had been all though the encounter. He had rearranged his clothes – almost embarrassingly tucking away his flaccid penis – and was now looking sheepishly at her. “Well,” Janet yawned sleepily and stretched her still naked and cum-streaked body, “that was supposed to be me getting even,” she said, “but it looked to me like you actually enjoyed it.” Henry walked slowly over to the sofa and sat down next to his wife. His fingers idly traced patterns in the wet streaks that covered her face. “I did enjoy it,” he confessed, “but not, I think, as much as you did?” Janet shivered involuntarily as she recalled Terry’s thick cock filling her pussy. She could feel her body reacting again. Her nipples stiffened and she felt a moisture seep from between her legs. She knew that she had gone over the line now; the line that divided good girls from bad sluts. And she knew which side of the line she firmly stood. She had finally become a slut. The End Becoming A Slut I grew up in a small town where everybody knew everybody. I went to church on Sundays and I studied hard for my straight A’s. My parents didn’t let me, my sister or our three brothers date before we were 18, but that didn’t matter. We hung out with other kids who had the same rules. Our curfew was 9 p.m. on a school night and 10 p.m. on the weekends and we never broke it. When we were 18 we went away to college. It was our first tastes of freedom and we all went to different colleges all over the country. We still focused on our studies and we still followed the rules that we’d lived by at home, no matter what our college friends did. Then one by one we graduated and moved back home to start our careers. My oldest brother was the first one to come home. He started his own business and he immediately hooked up with a local girl and before we knew it they were married and having babies. Next in line was my sister. She started working as a legal secretary and before long she started dating a lawyer and wedding bells could be heard. She quit her job and started having kids. Then there was our middle brother. He was an engineer and got a job in the next town, 15 miles down the road. By the time I graduated from college he was engaged and I got to be a bridesmaid once again that summer. Now all eyes were on me. With my youngest brother pre-med everybody knew that it was going to be a long time before he settled down, but I was now a fully trained elementary school teacher, a perfect job to keep until I met a suitable boy, got married and pregnant. In that order. I spent all summer being introduced to suitable young men by my siblings and my parents. Most of them were boys I’d known as a child, some of them were from other towns in the area. They were well educated and had started careers that made them excellent husband and father material. I happily went on a lot of dates. We went to dinner and the movies or dancing. They were all impeccably behaved. They would hug me and kiss me, but never try anything else. I was a possible wife and the unspoken rule was that there would be no sex until I had an engagement ring on my finger. I didn’t mind. I’d never had sex and I didn’t know what I was missing. I was a bit curious, and my sister and my married friends had let certain things slip, but I was happy to wait until I met Mr Right. A week before I was due to start working I decided to go on a road trip. One of my friends from college had got a job in a town 100 miles from mine, but she didn’t know anybody so she wanted someone to keep her company and help her decorate. I decided that it would be a nice way to spend my last week of the summer and my parents agreed as I’d been getting increasingly nervous about the start of school. I set off in my old Taurus, the air conditioning on full blast and my favourite music belting out from the speakers. It had been a hot and humid summer and there was still no sign of any change. I wore my curly brown hair in two braids and my face was full of freckles from the sun. I wore a yellow tank top which didn’t quite cover the straps of my sensible white bra, turquoise shorts and white sneakers. There really isn’t much on an 80 mile stretch between our two towns so it should be a relatively quick drive. The highway was deserted and I felt so free and liberated. I was about halfway when I heard a weird sound. I turned off the a/c and the stereo and the sound got louder. Then there was smoke coming up from under the hood and I realised that I’d better stop the car. I pulled over and jumped out of the car and moved away from it. I grabbed my purse and got my cellphone out, but I couldn’t get a signal. I was probably sitting there for half an hour with nobody coming past. Then I heard the sound of a motorbike in the distance. Finally! I stood next to my car and waved and the motorbike pulled over behind me. The guy took his helmet off and revealed a weathered face with a blonde beard and longish blonde hair with signs of grey. I figured him to be in his late 40s or early 50s. He looked a bit dangerous, but he smiled at me and walked up to me. “Do you need help?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “There was smoke coming out of the car and now I don’t dare get into it again and I can’t get a signal for my cellphone.” He yanked the hood up and looked underneath. He fiddled around a bit and then he told me to try and start the car, but the engine was truly dead. “You better come back to my place. It’s just a couple of miles from here. You can call a tow truck from there.” I hesitated. I didn’t know this guy, but chances were it was going to be hours before someone else came along and I’d already drank all the water I’d brought. I could be in serious trouble if I didn’t go with him. He gave me his helmet and I hopped on behind him. He instructed me to wrap my arms tightly around him and move my body along with his. I got a shock between my thighs when he started the bike, it felt unlike anything I’d ever experienced before and I was pleasantly surprised by my reaction. I’d never before been this close to a man and he smelled of leather and sweat. My first reaction to him had been that he was a bit unattractive, but now I was starting to feel drawn to him. I enjoyed the feeling of his muscular body so close to mine. It didn’t take us long to reach his place. He lived on a farm that looked a bit dusty and dilapidated. A guy came out of the barn when we pulled up. “Great that you’re here Bob,” the motorbike guy said. “This young lady’s Taurus is stranded by the old creek. Can you tow it back here and see if you can fix it?” “No problem boss,” the guy replied and set off. The motorbike guy turned to me. “Bob’s the best mechanic around. He’ll probably have your car fixed within an hour. Do you want to use the phone?” I called my friend and told her about my car breaking down. She promised to come and pick me up if the car couldn’t be fixed the same day. I turned around and faced the motorbike guy. He’d taken off his leather jacket and was wearing a sweat damp white t-shirt that showed off his muscular chest and his strong arms. He had a tattoo on one arm. I’d never seen a guy with a tattoo before. “What’s that supposed to be?” I said and pointed at the tattoo. “That’s something I got in the Special Forces. It’s kinda like a brotherhood thing.” I immediately relaxed. This guy had been in the Special Forces. He was a true patriot like me and I would be perfectly safe in his company. He excused himself and came back seconds later with a pair of cut-offs instead of his leather pants. “It’s too hot for leather gear today,” he smiled at me. “By the way, I’m Justin, what’s your name?” “I’m Siobhan,” I replied and shook his hand. “Do you live here alone?” “Yeah,” he said. “Ever since my ex-wife took the kids and split on me.” “Oh,” was all I could think of saying. People didn’t get divorced in my circle. “Can I get you a cool drink?” Justin asked. “A beer perhaps?” “I don’t drink alcohol.” “How about a coke?” “That would be lovely, thank you.” We sat down on his porch and drank in silence, making small talk. I told him about my new job and about my friend and he told me about being in the Special Forces. I was absolutely fascinated. After a while I realised that the coke had run straight through me so I asked him where the restroom was. He chuckled and gave me directions. I couldn’t close the door, but I figured I was OK since Justin was out on the porch. I did my business quickly and then moved to the basin so that I could wash my hands. I was standing with my back to the door when all of a sudden I felt a strong hot body pressing itself against me and two big hands cupped my breasts. “I’ve not been able to take my eyes off these wonderful big young tits,” Justin whispered in my ear and then kissed my neck. “I just had to feel them in my hands.” I knew I should tell him to back off but I couldn’t. I was frozen by the exquisite feeling of his hands kneading my breasts. It sent a wave of warmth straight to between my legs and I felt an unfamiliar wet sensation. Before I knew it he’s unhooked my bra and his hands had found their way under my tank top and he was rolling my nipples between his fingers. The feeling was incredible and I moaned out loud. He took that as approval and he pulled my tank top off me and pulled me out in the hall where the light was better. I’d never been naked in front of a man before and I felt awfully shy as his eyes took in every inch of my firm c-cup breasts. “You have beautiful tits, Siobhan,” he said and reached over and cupped one, running a coarse thumb across my nipple. “I want to see the rest of you.” He looked at my shorts. “But Bob will be back soon with my car,” I protested. “Bob will be back when I say he’ll be back,” Justin said, his voice getting harder. “Now take the fucking shorts off or I’ll do it for you.” It was over 100 degrees, but I shivered at the sound of his voice and felt my nipples contract. He chuckled and gave me a look to tell me he was serious. I slowly pulled my shorts off and was standing before him in my white cotton panties. He moved up to me and pulled my panties off, exposing my most private area to his gaze. I stepped out of my panties and he brought them up to his face and felt them with his lips. “Oh you want this as much as I do,” he smiled. I couldn’t deny it. I was more scared than I’d ever been, but I was also feeling feelings of excitement running through my body. I wanted to know what he was going to do next. I didn’t have to wait long. He took me into a room with a huge bed in the middle. He made me sit in the middle and then he brought out leather restraints to tie my hands to the bed head and then he disappeared again. I was getting scared again. What if he just left me here? Then I heard his voice, he was on the phone. “Maria? Yes, hi, this is Siobhan’s dad. Her car needs fixing so she won’t be able to make it tonight. She’ll call you sometime tomorrow.” I couldn’t believe it. He was keeping me here! Well, my parents would get worried if I didn’t call them and let them know I’d arrived. Then I heard his voice again. “Mrs O’Neill? Hi! I’m Mr Grady, Maria’s father. I decided to pay Maria a surprise visit and I’m taking the girls to the theatre, but we’ll have to stay overnight in a hotel. Is that OK with you? Good. Siobhan couldn’t get a cellphone signal, but I’m sure she’ll call you tomorrow when we get back to Maria’s.” Oh shit! Nobody was going to miss me for at least 24 hours. He came back with a smile on his face. “That’s that taken care of.” He walked around the bed and inspected my body. He ran his hand through my pubic hair. “Hmmmm… I don’t like hairy snatches. There’s not much, but it’s too much.” And then he tied my legs up, leaving me spread-eagled on the bed. He came back and sprayed shaving foam all over my pubic hair. He then slowly started shaving me, making sure every hair on my pussy was taken away. He’d run his hand across my snatch, evoking feelings I’d never felt before, then he’d rub a new lot of shaving foam on me and start all over. When he was finally done he brought a sponge and wiped me clean. I looked down and there was not a hair in sight. “Do you like it?” Justin asked as he walked back into the room. “What was it for?” I asked innocently. “I told you, I don’t like hairy snatches, so I took care of it. Now it’s your turn to take care of something.” I was sure he was going to fuck me and braced myself. But he straddled across my breasts and squeezed them hard together. He played with them for a while, making me wild for more. I couldn’t believe how he was turning me on by pulling my nipples and manhandling my breasts like that. Then he reached up and unbuttoned his shorts. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. He pulled out his dick and I was shocked. I’d never before seen one and I don’t know what I was expecting, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. It hung there in front of my face and I looked up at Justin. He moved up, closer to my face and leaned over. “Suck me!” he commanded and I opened my mouth. I didn’t know what to do, but Justin soon had that taken care of as he shoved his dick across my lips and I instinctively closed them around it. I felt so dirty and ashamed of myself. I was sure this wasn’t something good girls were supposed to do. But I guessed I’d lost my good girl status when Justin shaved my pussy. Suddenly I started gagging. He’s cock was growing in my mouth. I could hardly breathe. I tried to move my head but I couldn’t. I was locked in. Justin started rocking in and out of my mouth, each time hitting the back of my throat. I could hear on his moans that I was doing it right. “Oh yeah, baby! You’re a great cock sucker. Keep on going.” I couldn’t do anything else. I kept sucking hard. He was so big my jaws were wide open now. His hairy balls kept hitting my chin. Then I felt him tense up and he quickly pulled out. First I thought he was peeing, but that wasn’t pee. He squirted a milky white liquid all over my face. I groaned out loud and I realised that I’d made him cum. I felt like a slut, and I felt proud of what I’d achieved. I couldn’t hold back a smile. “You liked that, my little slut? Well, just wait and see what I’ve got in store for you.” He tucked his cock back into his shorts and left. I could hear him do things in the house and then I heard the screen slam and voices outside. Then he was back in the house. I don’t know how long I was lying there for. I felt scared and excited. I knew he was going to do more, but I didn’t know what. I wanted to taste his cock again. When he came back he had Bob in tow. I felt dirty and ashamed as Bob looked me over with a big smile. Justin pushed Bob towards the door. “Now you’ve seen her, now get out!” He slammed the door shut behind Bob. “Sorry about that. I had to give Bob a glance for fixing your car up for me.” “For what?” “When you stopped for gas I got Bob to empty your cooler for me. Then I just had to stay behind you and wait for you to break down.” “But we couldn’t start the car again.” “Easily sorted by anyone who knows anything about cars. Bob’s sorted it again and the car will be ready to drive when I decide to let you go.” I couldn’t believe it. I’d been stitched up completely. “What if I’d managed to get a cellphone signal?” Justin laughed at me. “You won’t get a cellphone signal within 20 yards of my bike. Unless I turn the signal scrambler off. Do you have any other questions or will you be a good little slut and keep your mouth shut? Or shall I get Bob back in to keep you quiet with his dick?” I said nothing and Justin chuckled approvingly. “You’re a fast learner, baby.” He pulled his t-shirt off and then his shorts and he was naked. He lay down next to me on the bed and started playing with my breasts again. “I can’t get enough of your luscious tits,” he smiled and wrapped his mouth as much around one of them as he could and sucked hard on it. I could feel my nipple growing in his mouth. One of his hands cupped my other breast and he started pulling it and pinching the nipple. It was painful and wonderful at the same time and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. “Oh you like this, do you?” Justin chuckled. “You’ll like what I’m doing next even more.” He moved down to the foot of the bed and liberated my feet. Then he grabbed hold of my legs and wrapped them over his shoulder and his face dove into my pussy and gave me a long lick, lapping up all the juices that had escaped so far. “Yum. You’re so sweet, baby,” he said. “You are a virgin, right?” I just nodded and he smiled and ran a finger along my slit. I was constantly producing more wetness so his finger slipped between my pussy lips without problem and he penetrated me where no-one had gone before. I gasped and was rewarded with a squeeze of my breast. With his finger still in my pussy he started licking me, parting my pussy lips with each lick. Then his lips descended on my clit and he started sucking. I squealed out in delighted surprise. As he sucked my clit he started finger fucking me and before I knew it he had two fingers in there and then three. He sucked my clit and then he bit it and then he sucked it again. He pulled his fingers out and gave me one to suck. I loved the sweet taste and he knew it. He quickly pulled his hand back, but rather than going back inside my pussy he now started teasing my ass. I knew that wasn’t right. “No, please!” I begged. “Shut up, slut!” He kept massaging my asshole and then he slid his finger inside. His tongue was now fucking my pussy hole and his beard was rubbing against every sensitive area down there. He moved his finger in and out of my ass at the same pace as his tongue was moving in and out of my pussy. I felt myself reach breaking point and before I knew it my whole body was convulsing and a wonderful feeling of satisfaction was spreading like a lightning bolt through my entire body. I couldn’t help but cry out and I knew I’d had my first orgasm. Justin kept licking until I stopped shaking and then he moved up the bed again and kissed me deeply, wetting my face with my pussy juices that were all over his beard. “You have one tight and hungry little cunny.” He smiled at me. Then he played with my breasts again. Biting harder and manhandling them more than before. I could feel a heavy pressure on my thigh and when I looked down I saw his monster cock was big and hard again. I estimated it to be at least 8 inches and it was thicker than my wrist. No wonder it had felt as though it was tearing my jaws apart. I wondered what woman could ever fit him in her pussy. He squeezed my breasts harder and pulled my nipples more. I nearly cried out in pain, but the sensation going from my breasts to my pussy was too good. He knew exactly what he was doing because he soon dipped a finger in my wet pussy again. “Mmmm… hungry for more!” he said with a smile and got on his knees. He moved between my legs and placed them across his shoulders. He rested his cock against my slit, putting pressure on my clit. Then he leaned forward and kissed me deeply again and started kneading my breasts once more. He kept rocking his hips so that his cock was moving over my slit, massaging my clit. He pulled my nipples hard. “Do you want some of my meat?” he asked with a smile and I nodded. “Say it!” “I want you,” I gasped. “What do you want me to do?” “I want you to fuck me!” I begged, using words I’d never said before. “What are you?” “I’m your slut.” I couldn’t say more because his constant massaging of my breasts and his cock against my clit made me cum again. I cried out as my second orgasm hit me. “You’re a wonderful slut!” he laughed out. “You’re so hungry for my cock. You think you came good, but that’s nothing compared with when I shaft your cunt!” One hand still on my breast, he moved his other hand down to my pussy and pulled my lips apart. I felt his cock head against my hole. His fingers let go and he put pressure on and all of a sudden his cock head had penetrated me. I cried out in surprise. It was so big. He was not going to fit inside. But he slowly pushed himself deeper until he came to a stop. He rested there for a while and I felt myself getting used to his size and it was feeling good, better than good, I realised that I really loved a cock in my pussy. He started pulling out and I wondered if that was it, but it wasn’t. He grabbed a tight hold of both my thighs and without warning he ploughed deep inside me, all the way in until his balls rested against my ass. The pain was unbearable. “Get it out,” I cried. “Shut up and enjoy it.” And before I knew it the pain was gone and replaced with a throbbing hunger. I’d adjusted to his size. Becoming A Slut “Now what do you say?” “Fuck me, Justin,” I begged him. He slowly pulled out and them moved in again. Then he repeated it, making sure he had enough time to grind against my clit on every entry. My pussy was on fire. I had juices trickling down my butt crack and I wanted more. I moved my hips to meet his thrusts and was awarded with him sucking my breasts again. He slowly picked up the pace. Each long stroke went faster and he slammed harder and harder inside me. The squishes of his balls crashing into my wet ass filled the room. I loved what he was doing with me. Being fucked was better than anything I’d ever felt before. He was fucking me hard and deep and kept sucking and biting my breasts. I was in paradise. I wanted it to last forever but I didn’t know how to deal with the fire that was spreading from the pit of my stomach and all too quickly I came again. I felt my pussy contracting hard around his magnificent shaft and I cried out. He pulled out and he was still rock hard. He hadn’t cum yet and I got afraid I’d done something wrong. He shoved his cock in my mouth and I lapped up my juices. Then he quickly undid my hands and tied them in a new position, leaving me on my hands and knees. He stood on the floor behind me and leaned over. He licked my slit and slapped my ass. Then he shoved his huge cock inside me again and this way it went even deeper. No slow start this time. He fucked me deep and hard and grabbed hold of my bouncing breasts and squished them hard. His balls kept crashing into my clit and I moaned with every thrust. Then he started massaging my clit with one finger and I thought I was going to cum, but he withdrew it when it was sticky wet and shoved it back in my ass. I didn’t complain this time. I didn’t have to complain. I was feeling great. “Are you ready to cum again,” he asked me. “YES!” “Then cum!” I allowed my feelings to take over and once again my body shook as the orgasm took hold. Then Justin grabbed a tight hold of my hips and buried himself deep inside my pussy and roared. I could feel his cock squirting his milk deep inside me and my shivering pussy helped milk every drip out of him. Then he slowly pulled out. “Damn, you’re good! You’re a natural, baby! Now, get a nap cause you’ve got plenty more work to do.” I fell asleep and when I woke up again it was dark outside the window. I had no idea what time it was. Justin came back into the room and liberated my hands. Then I felt something around my neck. He was putting a collar on me. “Now baby, listen carefully. With this collar you’ll be able to move around more freely in the house. You’ll be able to go to the bathroom when you want, have showers when you want, have a snack when you want, but you won’t be able to go outside. Wearing this collar means you’re mine. By the time I let you leave here you’ll still be wearing this collar even though it won’t still be physically on you. That means that when I tell you to, you’ll drop what you’re doing and come to me and suck my dick or give me your pussy, whatever I want. Is that clear?” I nodded. He left again and I went to the toilet and then I showered. My body was covered in bruises and my naked pussy felt weird. When I was done towelling myself I heard him call my name and I ran back to the bedroom. Justin was lying on his back on the bed. “Suck me!” I quickly kneeled between his legs and sucked his cock into my mouth. I cupped his balls in my hand and caressed them and I was thanked with a moan. My head was bobbing up and down and I was so concentrated on doing this right that I didn’t notice that Justin was resting on his elbows, taking in the action. Then he reached out for my hair and pulled me off his cock. “Ride me!” I straddled his hips and he guided his cock to my hole. Despite just having showered and wiped myself dry, my pussy was now wet again. I slowly sat down until he was all the way inside me. He filled me wonderfully. I started moving up and down, as by instinct and Justin was lying back and watching my breasts bouncing. Then he reached up and started playing with them again, shifting his mouth from one to the other. His hips thrusted up as I moved down and we slammed into each other over and over again. I came with a scream, but he wouldn’t let me slow down. I kept riding and soon I was as hungry again. He bit my nipples harder and harder and pulled my breasts with all his power. I loved it. I came again and he kept on going. Then without warning he rolled us around and he was on top, grinding into my clit with each thrust. When I came again he finally gave in and shot his spunk deep inside me again. He collapsed on top of me and didn’t move for several minutes. In the morning he watched over me as I called Maria and cancelled on account of my car needing spare parts that would take days and then I called my parents and said that everything was great and I’d be home on Saturday afternoon. Justin fucked me constantly that week. There were times when I felt so sore that I could hardly walk, but he wouldn’t stop. He fucked me in ever possible position, even tying me up and suspending me from the ceiling. The last fuck before he let me free he took my virgin ass. It hurt like nothing I’d ever experienced and it served as a powerful warning. It’s been five years now. I’m happily married with a local businessman. We have two children. Our youngest one is blonde and my mother thinks she got her colouring from her. I’m not so sure. Justin refuses to use protection. He’ll come in the middle of the night and I’ll sneak into the garage to suck him off. Or he’ll show up during the day and I have to park my kids in front of the TV while he fucks me. I’m his. Becoming a Slut! I've always been different. The kids at high school always made fun of the way I looked, the way I dressed, the way I spoke. This set of stories is about how things changed in my life, how I turned into the horny little slut that is writing this. Let me fill you in on the juicy details. My name is Jenny; I stand 5'5, size 8 dress size with some luscious 34DD's courtesy of a very nice doctor in Thailand. I wasn't always like this though; just 4 years ago I was a little high school loser, with no friends and a little 5" cock between my legs. As I said, I've always been different. I was born 21 years ago. My mom was 16 when she had me, which makes her 37, and a fucking gorgeous 37 years she is! She stands 5'5 as well, with some natural 32DD's and a dress size 8. When we're both dolled up and ready to suck some dicks, well hey we almost look like sisters. Her name is Joanna, and she is the sole reason I am what I am. I never knew my dad, Joanna say's he was just some jerk who boned her once and skipped town. She fell pregnant with me and had to leave school with no qualifications to raise me. I don't have any brothers or sisters, so I guess I didn't really have any peers to influence my life. When I was little my mom always used to dress me up in little dolls outfits, away from neighbours prying eyes. I guess she was hoping for a daughter. As I grew older she took a part time waitressing job to try and earn some keep. We always used to live in a tiny bedsit in downtown LA, I used to share a bed with her, when she wasn't fucking drunk university studs that is. When I turned 10 my grandparents both died in a house fire. My mom inherited their house and got a load of money from the insurance people. We moved to a nicer neighbourhood, with the white fences and immaculate lawns and I had my own room. Mom spent more and more time at work, while I was suffering at school, being bullied for the way I dressed and held myself. The bigger kids always called me "faggot" and as a result I usually hung out with the girls, talking about fashion and boys. I wasn't gay, or at least I didn't think I was. I always believed I was really a girl, trapped in this ugly body. When mom worked late I used to go into her room and dress in her clothes. She had loads of little outfits and my favourite one was always the little school girl outfit. It was only as I hit puberty that I really started to understand what my mom was doing all those nights she was late home. I guess all the kinky shit in her closet should have given me a clue! It wasn't until I had graduated from high school that I actually had a chance to properly act on the feelings I had. I remember one night, when I was being woken up by a load moaning sound coming from her room. I knew that occasionally she brought men home, having met a few in the morning the next day, but I was wide awake and curious. I snuck out of my room and slowly tip-toed down the corridor to try to listen. When I got to her door I realised it was half open, and the sight I saw will, to me, be one of the most arousing and life-changing experiences of my life. Mom was lying on the bed, being fucked by three younger guys, one in the ass, one in her pussy and one in her mouth. I stood there transfixed, trying to take it all in. After a while I noticed I was hard, which was unusual as I rarely got hard-on thinking about this sort of stuff. My mom looked like she was having the time of her life, moaning and screaming occasionally. She was naked, as were the men fucking her. I was amazed, and turned on. It looked soo good! I suddenly wanted to be her, in that position, getting fucked hard and fast. I suddenly realised my panties were wet, when had that happened? Shocked I looked back up at the scene in front of me, straight into mom's eyes! She smiled at me and winked. I didn't wink back, but instead I ran back to my room and locked the door. The next morning I woke up nervous. I thought that I must be in trouble, having been caught out by mom the night before. I got dressed and walked down to the kitchen, to find mom in standing by the sink in a pink fluffy robe. She had obviously only just got up, as her hair was a mess and her face looked like it needed a bit of a wash. Looking closer I realised she still had a bit of dried cum on her cheek! She told me to sit at the kitchen table as she made us some breakfast. Once she sat down she asked me if I liked what I saw. I said yes. She asked if it made me hard. I said yes. Then she threw a curveball, she asked me if liked seeing her get fucked, did it turn me on thinking about fucking women that way?! I blushed and mumbled something. "What?" she asked. I told her that it did turn me on, but not the idea of fucking women, but rather being fucked as a woman. She smiled, a big grin spread across her face. "Well maybe that's possible, hey I always new you were like that. You always wore my dresses and my panties, even nowadays. I mean how many 18 year old high school grads wear their moms clothes?" I was speechless, what was she saying? "You mean you're not mad?" "Not at all, in fact it rather turns me on" she said. "I've always wanted a proper girl in this house, someone to chat to about men and fashion etc." "So what do you mean?" I asked, "Can I be a woman like you? Can I fuck men like you?" "Well you can't be a proper woman just yet" she said, "you need to take hormones and undergo some surgery, but If you truly want it, it can be done" Oh my god! She wasn't mad, and what more, she wanted me to do this! I was overjoyed. "Yes! Of course I want to. I want to be just like you" And that is how It all started. Tune in for more if you liked this, all comments and suggestions are welcome. XXX Becoming a Slut at My Summer Job Wow, where do I start. I guess I'll start with who I am. My name is Tina and I am 19 years old. When you hear the rest of this you will be shocked I am 19, but I am. I live at home with my mom, her boyfriend. I go to the local college and I am a liberal arts major. This year I took a summer job working in the office of a small insurance firm. My dad knows the owner and got me the job. That's how this all started. The office is small. 7 people. Our boss, 2 guys in sales, a woman who does books, a tech guy, a woman who does marketing, and me. It's a small close knit group. Half of what they say to each other would be grounds for sexual harassment suits. No one cares, it's all funny, but it contributed to what happened. I answer phones, act as receptionist, and do whatever they ask me to do. The day it all started was just a normal day. We were expecting a client. It was someone everyone in the office knew except me. Having just started I had not met him yet. His name was Dave. He showed up around 10. Now, I know he is 52. When I saw him I thought he was 40 something. He was not super handsome, but he was better than average. He was tall, a bit overweight, but in that way you'd think you don't want to fight him. What stood out was he was funny. From the moment he walked in he had me laughing or giggling. He was a flirt but not in a creepy way. I could see why everyone liked him. We chatted, laughed, he met with my boss, he came out, we chatted and laughed some more. Then he left. Nothing unusual. The next day he sent an email to me. Nothing wild, just a normal welcome aboard, nice meeting you, looking forward to working with you. I responded saying it was fun meeting him and I hope to see him again. That was the starting point. Right there. That's when I invited him in. He responded that he would not be back for a while but that we could chat by email if I wanted. I said I'd like that. I actually liked the idea. I had free time in the office and chatting with this witty guy would be fun. I gave him my personal email and text and told him to stay in touch. During that day he sent me a few funny things. Nothing out of the ordinary for me but they were things that obviously required thought and an understanding of my sense of humor. I was enjoying the conversation and light flirting. The next day few days there were good morning emails from him. We'd chat during my slow periods. As our chats went on he got a little more personal and a little more flirty and sexual. I did not mind. Through our conversations I felt we were really getting to know each other. One particularly slow day he asked what I was doing. I said nothing, that the office was slow today. He said I should spice it up. I asked how and he said, "You're a pretty girl, I am sure you could spice up any room." I replied and asked how he suggested I do that. His response was that he could think of something. I asked him to tell me, and he asked if that was a dare. I hesitated. I'd played truth or dare in high school, it was always sexual. Was this conversation going that way? I figured what the hell, a dare or two might be fun. So I said yes, I dared him to tell me how to spice up my day. In return he said only if I promised to do it. I told him I promised. After all, he was not here and no one could force me to do anything. He said. "Before I dare you, tell me what you wore to work". I was feeling flirty so why not. I guess you want to know about me. I am 5'2 125. I have long brown hair to the middle of my back. I am told I am pretty. I don't have that angular straight line face models have. Mine is more round girl next door. I was wearing a blue pleated skirt and a cream blouse. He wanted more. How long was the skirt, how many buttons on the blouse, was I wearing stockings, and what I was wearing underneath. This was a little fun. He was in another state, so what harm in telling him. I told him I was wearing a matching thong and bra, white with pink lace. He responded appreciatively. He said, "Here is your dare. Pull your skirt up so you are not sitting on the back. So you can feel your ass against the seat. Let the front fall where it may." The dare was pretty easy. My desk was where everyone could see me, but people were busy and no one was looking. I agreed and while sitting pulled my skirt up as far as it would go. Then I scootched up just enough to pull my skirt out from under me. Just as I did that I looked to my left. One of the sales guys, Tom, had seen me. I felt my heart jump. I also had to admit it was hot. My skirt front was about 2" from my crotch and I was caught pulling it up. I quickly told my friend what happened. He asked how it made me feel getting caught. I had to admit it was a rush of excitement. Even though I'm 19 and don't have a lot of experience, I always liked being looked at. Here I was showing off in the office. My heart was beating faster. I was very nervous but I had to admit it was also fun. I told him exactly how I felt. He asked me if it was a turn on knowing I'd been caught. It was and I told him. He asked me if the sales guy was still checking me out. I looked over. He was looking at me but all of a sudden he turned and looked away. I pretended I didn't notice. I told Dave he was looking at me. I took a makeup mirror out of my desk and put it on top in a position where I could see Tom. I could see he kept on checking out my legs as I sat there. Again I told Dave what was happening. He again asked me how I felt about it. I started to see a pattern. Every time he asked me about something he asked me how I felt about it. I told Dave exactly how I felt. He asked if I was ready for my next dare. I was intrigued now. The last one was fun. Tom was still checking me out. I wondered what next dare would be. I told Dave I was ready. He said I dare you to scratch your upper thigh almost all the way to the band of your panties pulling your skirt up as you go. I thought about it. I knew Tom kept looking. I knew if I did the dare he would see me do it. The idea both scared and excited me. I told Dave okay. Dave responded for me to tell him when I'd done it and what, if any, was the sales reps reaction. I still had my make up mirror on my desk. I dropped my hand to my thigh and started scratching my thigh. The sales rep saw me and just watched. I could see him by looking in the mirror. He kept glancing away hoping I wouldn't catch him but he looked more and more. Slowly I slid my skirt up as I scratched. As I did, Tom looked away less and less. I could feel the front of my skirt slide up. It was pretty much in my lap. As my hand moved up I was exposing more and more of my leg. Since I wasn't sitting on my skirt I also was exposing the side my ass. By the time I got to the top Tom was just staring at me. I pretended not to notice. I pulled my hand away I let my skirt fall back into place. The side dropped down but the front stayed almost up to my waist. If someone came to my desk they would see my panties. I'm not sure if the sales rep could see them from where he was. I told Dave would happened. Again he asked me how I felt. I told him I was extremely nervous but that was really fun. He asked me again if I was turned on. I had to admit my pussy was wet. I just told him it made me feel sexy. He asked if I wanted my next dare. I knew that I shouldn't. I was feeling excited and hot but I said, "that's enough." Even though I said it, I knew I wanted more, but I was glad I said it. We reverted back to our regular chat. When it was time to leave, he said, "One more dare." I doubted I'd do it, but asked what it was. His dare was for me to only wear skirts and dresses from now on and no matter what, not to sit on the back of them. Always have my ass directly on the seat. I replied, "We'll see," and headed home. The next day I started to get dressed. I looked in my closet. Dave's words came to mind. What the heck, I thought. I pulled on a short skirt and top. When I got to the office to the office, I did exactly as Dave asked. I was sure Tom noticed. There was the usual good morning from Dave. We had a little chat/flirting. He asked what I was wearing and I told him. "Good girl, he said. I liked it. He then asked if I was sitting with my ass on the chair like he asked. "Yes," I replied. He asked in my panties were showing. I looked down. They were and I told him. He asked me if I were ready for my next dare. I knew I should say no, but I really liked doing them yesterday and truthfully couldn't sleep wondering what he would have asked if I had said yes. I admit I played with myself till I came, with that thought in mind before I fell asleep. I said, "Sure." The dare was to call the sales rep over to my desk and show him something or ask him a question. I knew that if I called him over he would see right up my skirt. My panties would be on full display. I told Dave I couldn't do it. He said yes I could and coaxed me to do it. I finally agreed. I have to admit I wanted to do it from the start but hesitated wondering the consequences. I also enjoyed the feeling of being told what to do. I called Tom over. I thought he was going to fall over himself getting to my desk. When he got there it was obvious he could see my panties. He was trying not to stare but he was doing it poorly. I could not believe I was doing this but it felt hot. Feeling brave I pushed back from my desk a little giving him a good view. I gave him the papers I'd called him over for and he went back to his desk. I told Dave what happened. Again he asked me how I felt. By this time I was feeling hot and excited. It made me feel very sexy to show off. He was making me see a side of myself I didn't really realize I had. All I said was, "This is hot." He asked me if I was ready for my next dare. I knew it would be something more. I wasn't sure what I could do but I was very curious as to what he would ask. Again I knew I shouldn't do it but I couldn't help myself. I said, "Yes." It was now lunchtime. Being a poor college student I usually eat lunch at my desk. Most of the staff goes out. Dave asked me who was in the office. I told him just the two sales reps. One was working. The other one, the one who watched me show off, well, I don't think he wanted to leave his desk. Dave gave me my next dare. He told me to go to the bathroom and tuck the back of my skirt into my panties. He told me to come out walk by the two sales reps. If they said anything I was to fix my skirt. If they didn't when I sat down I was supposed to pretend to notice and say "oh my God. Why didn't you tell me my skirt was up. ". My heart was beating fast. I was wearing a thong. If I did this dare my ass would be on full display to both the sales reps. I'm not sure what possessed me to say yes, but I did. I got up and walked to the restroom. When I got there I looked in the mirror. I asked myself why am doing this. I could see my face was flushed. I could also tell my panties were getting soaked. I reach behind me and tucked the back of my skirt into my panties. I checked it out in the mirror. With just the little bit I tucked in you really couldn't see much. I hesitated. Then I tucked more into my panties. Now my ass was on full display. My heart was pounding. I walked out of the restroom and passed the two sales guys. I could feel them both staring. After a moment Bill, the sales guy I hadn't been showing off to, told me my skirt was tucked in my panties. I reached back pretending to be surprised. I pulled it out of my waistband and let it fall into place. As I did I thanked him for telling me. Bill laughed and said that he didn't want to tell me but he felt obligated. He was enjoying the view. I laughed and for some reason I don't understand I reached back, flipped my skirt up, and said, "There happy now," as it fell back in the place. Bill said not really but it was a start. I went back to my desk and told Dave exactly what happened. The first thing he said was, "Good girl ". I don't know why but those words really made me feel good. I liked that he called me a good girl. He asked me if I was having fun. I replied that I was. He asked if I was ready for my next dare. I said okay. After all I was having a lot of fun. Showing off was exciting me. Being told what to do also excited me. As I sat back down I reached down pull the back of my skirt up. As I did it I noticed Tom looking right at me. I just smiled at him and pulled the skirt up. Tom smiled back. Now he knew that I knew he was looking. He also knew I did not mind. Again I could feel how wet my pussy was. I was actually thinking of going in the restroom and masturbating. I told Dave I did it, what I added and that Tom watched me while I did it. Again the question came. How did I feel. I told him I was feeling sexy and hot. He asked me if I was wet. This was the first reference to my body. I hesitated, and told him I was. Again he said, "Good girl." Again I felt a rush of excitement when he said it. Tom was still looking at me. I said, "Take a picture it will last longer." He laughed and said, "I should've taken a picture when you walked out of the rest room." " Yeah, you'd probably like it if I walked around without a skirt all day, " I replied. He of course said he would. Sarcastically I said, " I'm sure the rest of the office would appreciate it." He said, "They wouldn't care. None of them will be back this afternoon." I asked where they'd all gone and he told me. There was a meeting with our accounting firm. The tech guy was working from home and our marketing person was meeting with a vendor "Oh," I said, "and what do you think Bill would say?" Bill, obviously listening to our conversation, chimed in. "I second Tom's opinion." Tom and I both laughed at that. I just laughed and told them I didn't think I should but it sounds fun. I then told Dave about the conversation. He said that it sounded like fun and told me I should do it. I responded that that was ridiculous. After all, what was I supposed to do, just stand up and take my skirt off. He then gave me a list of instructions. Scratch my thigh the way I did before. When I caught Tom looking smile at him and say, "Enjoying the view?" When he responded I was to say, "I suppose you would really like it if I were working without a skirt on." Whatever he replied I was stand up, say, "What the hell, and let it fall to the floor." I could not believe it. There was no way I could do that. I mean we had a flirty office but this was crossing the line. Then again, as I read what he wanted me to do, I admit I almost came right then and there. Chatting with Dave I put up some resistance. I didn't say no way. I said I didn't think I could do it, told him he was crazy, and said the guys would freak out. Dave said he bet they would love it. I looked over and again saw Tom looking at me. I smiled and he smiled back. As I looked at him, I thought of Dave's instructions. My hand almost with the will of its own went down to my thigh and started scratching my leg. As Tom watched and I looked at him I swell we scratched my leg and pulled my skirt up like I did before. He kept watching and I kept looking at him. The words came out of my mouth just as Dave told me too. "Are you enjoying the view? " Tom's reply was. "You have great legs." I responded, "I suppose you would really like it if I working without a skirt on." I could not believe I said it. As I did my heart was beating a mile a minute. I could think of Dave online wanting to give me the next step. I wonder what more I could do. Then Tom replied. He laughed and said, "You're not brave enough." Wow, that gave me the excuse to actually do it. I don't even think I hesitated. I stood up, unzipped my skirt, and let it fall to the floor. I look at Tom and said, "Is that better?" He was just staring at me mouth open. I looked at Bill, he was staring too. There I was standing at my desk in just my thong, top, and heels. Before Tom could respond Bill said, "That's almost perfect." I did a little pirouette and said, "I hope you're happy now," and sat down. I started typing to Dave telling him exactly what happened. As I was typing it I was reliving it in my mind. I felt hot as hell. I think if one of the guys wanted to fuck me I would've bent over my desk right then and there. Dave responded that he knew I could do it. He told me he was proud of me. Having him tell me that made me feel good. Why was I enjoying this strangers approval so much. As I was typing, Bill commented that he didn't see what color my thong was. I was telling Dave all as it was happening. Dave just responded, "Well show him." I didn't even hesitate. I just stood up, pulled the hem of my shirt up so my navel was showing, and said, "White and pink." I could tell they did not expect that. They were both speechless. As I stood there Bill came to his senses and said, "You have a great belly." I was really enjoying the compliments. Tom asked me if my bra matched. I told him it did. He said he'd like to see. Teasingly I pulled my top up and exposed my bra. They both complimented me and told me I had a great body and that my bra and panties were cute. I said, "Ok, I have work to do. I can't be parading around ½ naked all afternoon." As I went to sit down Bill commented that since I'd shown them my bra anyways, why don't I work with my top off. I responded that they would not get any work done. They laughed. Bill replied that he was pretty caught up anyway. I laughed, sat down, and started telling Dave everything that happened. He asked me if I was enjoying showing off. I told him. I told him exactly how I felt. After all, I really was. I always knew I liked to flirt but this was way past flirting. This was being an exhibitionist. As I thought of that word, a hot flash went from my pussy to my brain. I immediately realized that the total idea of showing off thrilled me to the bone. I was an exhibitionist. I'd been sitting for a few minutes. The guys had gone back to their work. I was having a hard time concentrating. All I could think of is standing up, taking off my top, and showing the guys my bra. I told Dave and he said "Just do it." What? Just stand up, take off my shirt? Just like that? What would the guys think? Could I really just do that? I typed my doubts to Dave. His response, "You'd love it. So would they." I could not believe I was actually considering this. The conversation had passed. If I were to do it now it would be a deliberate act not just a response to some teasing. Dave was encouraging me online. I was resisting but my resistance was getting lamer and lamer. All the while my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Finally, my pussy won. I stood up, went to get a file. The guys eyes followed my ass as I walked. When I turned around they were both looking at me. I looked at one, then the other. I just said, "OK," and I pulled my top off. Here I was standing in the middle of the office in front of Bill and Tom in my bra, panties, and heels and I was loving it. They were both telling me how beautiful and sexy I was. I felt both. I saw Bill's eyes drop to my panties. The thin white material stretched over my pussy. I realized suddenly how wet I was and that they could see the wetness on my panties. I started to blush, but also realized I wanted them to know. I could feel their eyes on me. It just made me wetter. Bill was the first to say something. "Looks like you're enjoying this too." He was right and we all knew it. I didn't deny it. I went back to my desk. I was about to sit and Bill joked, "Do you want to put down a towel first?" Becoming a Slut at My Summer Job I just laughed and asked if he wanted me to do that so he could take the towel home. His response, "You bet." I sat down and started telling Dave everything that happened. He responded with approval and then said, "I knew when I met you that you have a little slut streak. Don't you?" Wow, slut? If someone had called me a slut the day before I would have scratched their eyes out. Now, I was taking it as a compliment. I responded that I had never done anything like this before. I had had sex 4 times before with a nice guy. I just thought it was time. I did not consider myself slutty. Yet, when he called me that, I liked the way it felt. I don't know why but I told him exactly what I was feeling. He responded "good girl". Mmmmmmm, I thought He told me what to say next. As I read it I knew I shouldn't but I knew I was going to. I read it right off the screen. I Look down at my pussy and said, "Oh my god, I did not realize my panties had soaked through like that." Both guys heads bobbed up immediately. Bill responded. It was obvious that Bill was the quicker thinker. I think he grasped what was going on. "Yeah, they are pretty wet. Pretty Transparent. Hell it was almost like you weren't wearing that thong at all." With my shaved pussy I knew they could see everything Again, the words popped out of my mouth, "You'd like that wouldn't you." Oh my god. Did I just say that? I furiously typed and told Dave what was happening. His response, "That's my good little slut." I responded, "Thank you." Thank you? What was that all about? I am thanking a guy who talked me into sitting in my office in my bra and panties? Yet there I was feeling, hot, sexy, grateful, and like I'd do anything he asked. The next thing he typed made me cum. Yes, right there is my chair. I wasn't touching myself but I was rubbing my legs together and leaning forward in my seat trying to stimulate myself. He didn't say anything dirty, but his next command was to do something that changed the dynamic. Up till now I had been reacting to them. Now he was telling me to take the lead. The words on the screen said , "Tell the guys they are right. Your panties are soaked and they are getting uncomfortable. Ask them if they'd mind if you take them off." At that point I knew where this was going. If my panties came off I knew these guys were going to fuck me. I knew it and Dave knew I knew it. Here I was, considering fucking 2 guys in my office, 2 guys I had never even considering dating, and worse, I knew I was going to do it. I could pretend I was doing it for Dave, but I wasn't. I wanted this. Me, sweet Tina, 1 lover in my past, was about to become a total slut, and I was thrilled by the idea. Let's face it. For me to go this far in one day, I had to admit I wanted it. I wanted to be a slut. I wanted to be told what to do. I didn't even resist. I told Dave, "OK". It wasn't as hard as I thought. I had not looked, but the guys noticed my orgasm. They were speechless. Just staring at me. I said it. I asked if I could take my panties off. Exactly as Dave told me to. Tom just stared but Bill quick as usual said, "Come over here. I'll do it for you." I looked at my PC. Quickly typed the interaction and saw the immediate response. "Go.". I stood up and walked over to Bill. He was only a few feet from me, but it felt like I ran 5 miles. I was breathing heavy, flushed, and perspiring a little. Bill was staring at my panties. I looked. They were soaked through. Completely Transparent. I stood in front of Bill. Arms by my side. He looked at my face and said, "Are you sure?" I put my arms on his shoulders, looked him in the eye, and said, "Yes Bill, I want my panties off. Please take them off me." That was it. I felt his hands on the waist band. He slid them off down my hips. I stepped out of them. Bill said, "You have a gorgeous pussy." I I had not moved. My hands were still on his shoulders. Bill looked at Tom and said, "I think that bra should come off too." He was right. I wanted to be naked. I wanted these 2 guys to see me naked. Tom stood up and walked over. I felt Bill's hand back on my thigh. I shivered. His hand moved to my pussy. As his hand grazed my clit I came again. I was on fire. I kept my eyes on Bill and felt the clasp of my bra come undone. I turned and looked at Tom and shrugged it off my shoulders. I actually said, "Thank you." That was it. Bill knew who I was. He looked me in the eyes and said, "That's a good slut." His fingers in my pussy and hearing the word out loud, I came again. Bill didn't stop. "I've wanted to fuck you since I met you. Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes," I said quietly. "What did you say?" "Yes, I want you to fuck me." "And are you a slut?" "Yes," I said "What? came the response. "Yes, I am a slut and I want to be fucked," I said it. Bill pushed me to my knees and told me to pull out his cock. I had not seen a lot of cocks. This one looked like the one hard one I saw. I pulled his cock out of his pants. I was now face to face with it. I knew what oral sex was. I had a good idea of what to do, but I had never done it before. Bill said, " Suck it you slut." My mouth was immediately on it. I wrapped my lips around it and pretended I was eating a Popsicle. I loved the way it felt. I loved the way I felt. He kept moaning and calling me a slut. Telling me to suck his cock. Telling me I was a good slutty cocksucker. Every word made me want to please him more and more. As I sucked Bill, Tom had pulled out his cock and was stroking it. I could see him out of the corner of my eye. The fact that these 2 hard cocks were hard over me was hot. I loved it. Bill looked at Tom and said, "Do you want some of this sluts mouth?" Tom hesitated. I reached out and took his cock in my hand. I pulled him close and said, "Please." He moaned as I took him in my mouth. I felt Bill position himself behind me. I knew what doggie style was, but again, I had never done it. Bill said, "Get that slutty ass up in the air" I grabbed Tom's hand and pulled him to the ground so I could continue to suck his cock. As I did I raised my ass. Bill rubbed his cock against my pussy. I was dripping. His cock touched my clit and I went off again. Bill said to Tom, "This slut's cunt is dripping wet." Cunt? Cunt? Yesterday I would have stabbed him. Today I loved the way it felt. I wanted to hear it again. I wanted to say it. I could feel his cock against my pussy. I wanted it in me. "Please," I said. "Fuck me." Bill had obviously done this before. His response "I'm not fucking you. I'm fucking your little slut cunt." I came again. His cock slid in me. I'd never felt anything like it. There was nothing special about his cock but being here, in this office, with these 2 guys, had every nerve in my body tingling. I moaned as he entered me. "That's it slut, take my cock. Fuck me." I started fucking him. He started fucking me. I could feel his cock sliding in and out of me. Every movement sent jolts through my pussy. I could feel the cock in my mouth. I tried to picture how I looked. I knew guys liked my ass. I was wishing I could get a picture. The thought of that made me come again. As I came I felt Tom's cock start to stretch. He said, "Oh my god, I'm going to cum." I started to pull my mouth away but Bill pushed my head down and said, "No, good sluts swallow. Get every drop." I I came again. Tom started to cum. It squirted in my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed but I was not fast enough. Some dripped out on my face. I pulled off his cock and the last shot of cum hit me in the cheek. I actually felt bad. Bill had said to get it all and I couldn't. I was relieved when Bill said, "That's a good slut. You look good with cum on your face." Tom pulled away. Bill pushed my head to the floor pulling my ass higher. He started fucking me harder and harder. I fucked back. "Are you ready for a cuntful of cum, slut?" Bill said. "Yes" "Yes What?" "Yes I want your cum" "Tell mr more" I started screaming. "Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Fill my slutty little cunt with cum. Make me a slut. Fill me up." I could feel it. It was incredible. I had always used a condom before. After my boyfriend and I broke up I went on the pill. This was the first time I felt cum in my cunt. It was hot, I could feel it squirting in me. I could feel it flood around his cock and start dripping out of my pussy. I came so hard I went limp. Bill was holding my ass up to keep me from falling. I did not think I could do any more or that it could get any better. I was wrong. Tom was hard again. His cock was bigger than Bill's. Not a lot, but bigger and he was hard again. Now he was into it. " "Get that slutty little ass over here so I can fuck you." I did as told. Again with my ass in the air I felt a cock enter me. Even though I was soaking wet and had a load of cum in me I could feel the size difference. I felt full. Tom started fucking me in earnest. Hard, Fast. All the while calling me a slut and asking me what I want. I was glad to respond. The words were hot. "Fuck me. Fuck me like the slut I am. Fuck my cum filled cunt. Give me your load. Shoot in me." I had no idea I could talk like that but every slutty word made me tingle. I felt it. I felt him spasm. I felt the cum hit my pussies walls. I felt it leak out of my pussy around his still thrusting cock. It was amazing. I had an orgasm like nothing I can describe. I was done. Exhausted, sweaty, satiated, quivering. It was almost closing time. Bill and Tom went to the restroom to clean up. I started picking up my clothes. Bill came out of the restroom. I was not sure how to act. Naked, Cum dripping out of my pussy and down my leg. I couldn't look at him. Bill walked up to me. He hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. Very sweetly he said "Tina, you are a very special girl. We adore you." All of a sudden I felt safe and cared for. He handed me a towel. It was clean and must have come from his gym bag. He walked me to the restroom and I wiped myself clean. He went and found my skirt and bought it to me. I got dressed. Bill and Tom both hugged me before they left. They were so sweet. I sat at my desk then asked Dave if he was there. He responded so I told him what happened. He asked a lot of questions and at one point I played with myself as I recapped what happened. I came once again. It was time to go home. I said goodbye and went to sign off. His last words were, "Good Girl." As I drove home I replayed the day over and over in my head. I had to admit it was the hottest thing I ever did. I also knew that I jeopardized my job. What will the guys think of me monday. What if they told others. The, told others, part scared me and excited me. Why was I feeling that? Why would I want others to know what a slut I'd been. I knew Dave was a bad influence. I resolved not to talk to him again. I failed.