20 comments/ 258572 views/ 25 favorites Pulling a Train Ch. 01 By: CJ Wilde My head swam with thoughts of right and wrong, my son, and my husband as I looked intently into the eyes of a man as he pushed his hot stiff cock into my cunt. Returning my stare the man was grinning. Not a look of mere satisfaction but, a look of triumph. On my right my peripheral vision picked out my husbands face agape watching as the second man of a group of six surrounding the bed were taking turns fucking me. To my left a reflection in a full size mirror I witnessed my debasement as the man humped his ass up and down. Though the first man had spewed his hot cum into me I was so full of emotion that even though I was open and wet, I wasn't peaking with orgasms yet. But one long exhilarating ride. I reviewed in my mind how I got here and the events that led up to this moment. I thought I was normal but if you think about it normalcy is a matter of degree. However, two months ago lying in bed after a particularly good session of sex my husband of 20 years asked what our next phase of life might be. You see our son and only child had gone to his first year of college not 2 weeks prior and it was empty nest for us. We began talking about how it was going to be fun having sex when and where we wanted, I told him I couldn't wait to be nude all over the house. He related some of his fantasies he had for me and I just listened without saying anything. One of his fantasies he told me would be to watch me get gangbanged. I am a practical sort and when my husband wants something I usually find a way to get it for him. I bought him a Harley-Davidson motorcycle for Christmas one year. So when he asked me to pull a train I took the idea in stride. I told him I didn't want to but if he insisted I would think on it. Usually that meant I was not going to but I try to let him down easy. The idea of being together naked with him in our house was making me Horney often so I was already using a vibrator daily. It was easy to guess that he couldn't keep up with my libido when he would fall asleep early most evenings. Sex was once a week and I needed a lot more than that. Then a month and a half ago, lying in bed after sex, my husband asked me again if I would entertain a group of men while he watched. I responded I hadn't thought any more about it. Leaning over me on his elbow he whispered he really wanted this. I told him I didn't want to but if he was sure I would do it for him. Just as I said that I could feel a globule of his semen trickle down the crack of my ass and I shivered with excitement and apprehension. There I said I would do it. I was a very sexual person but I wondered if I could have sex with another man if it came to that. There was no doubt my husband would definitely be moving ahead with plans to change me into a slut. My husband was the only man I'd been with and I had no reason to believe he had cheated on me. I think he had sex with someone else prior to our having met, but I rarely thought about it. I resigned myself to my fate and tried to avoid thinking of this group sex orgy for the rest of the day. One month ago my husband began planning. I told him I didn't want it at our house for obvious reasons and I didn't want anyone to have sex with me that either of us knew. I guess my propriety was more important than the risk of having sex with strangers. He said he had already thought of some guys and would let me know. Then the question of the original reason for sex being a way to procreate, I asked my husband about birth control. I reminded him I was still young enough to get pregnant. He said he didn't want the guys to wear condoms so I would have to make do with my diaphragm. Also he wanted me to find something sexy to wear at least at first. After that our sex was more frequent. Randy must've been very excited about this. I cannot say that if I had offered sooner I would be having a lot more sex, but I would. On Friday one week and a day before the big day after my husband had really given me quite a ride we again discussed the preparations for my abandoning my virtue and surrender to wantonness. He asked me if I had thought of something to wear. I told him I had ordered a mini wrap dress and a black satin knee length cape to wear. I asked him how many guys he found willing to fuck me. He told me five guys not including him were lined up. I asked him if I knew them and he said I met one at last years Christmas party, other than that he didn't think so. It surprised me my husband would want to include men he knew, because I always thought cheating on my husband was tantamount to cuckolding him. I guess he knew what he wanted. I asked him where it would take place and he told me he hadn't decided yet. With that he gave me a big kiss and told me he loved me for doing this. As for me, I was numb. I wanted it for him but wasn't sure about myself. However, to tell you the truth, if he was to say he'd called it off I would've been disappointed. On the other hand being 40 years old I would be relieved. These guys may not want me. I decided I would go to a salon and get a makeover. Three days later I'm in the salon getting a cut and some makeup. Mulling these things over again, what if they reject me? Am I pretty enough? Can I physically have sex with six different men one after the other? What if they wanted more, more of what? After the salon I went home and tried on my new pink wrap dress and draped my cape over it. Slipping into my 4 inch matching pink heels I looked into the full length bedroom mirror. I looked stunningly sexy. I thought I might lose my breath for a minute. The garage door opened signaled my husband's return home from work. I got my outfit off fast because I didn't want him to see it before the big event. Not unless he asked me to show him anyway. I went down to prepare a dinner for him nude and his homecoming besides dinner tasting good, we fucked like bunnies on the dining room table for dessert. He informed me we were going out Friday night and I would be wearing a blue knee length dress made of rustling taffeta and wearing high heels. That would be all. After what I had promised to do this coming Saturday I figured going out without bra or panties in a shimmering dress was nothing and so I nodded in consent. My life was changing and as I pointed out before I wasn't sure I wanted it this way or not. My husband and I fucked first and made love afterward again that night. The sex was great! I knew I could stop what was coming up this Saturday but did I want to? What if my son found out? Thursday brought more anxiety. What would it be like? Could my husband stop the men from hurting me if they got rough with me? Would my husband stop them if they got rough with me? Will I like it? Will I like it too much and want it again? Will it break up our marriage? What if he thinks I like it too much and thinks I'm a whore? I didn't usually drink during the day but I needed something. Friday I found the dress I was to wear hanging on the back of the bedroom door. An envelope attached had a bracelet and ring for me to wear. Of course with mixed feelings of trepidation and wanton lust I put the dress on and the jewelry. I applied my make up carefully but heavily. The looking back at me from the mirror wasn't me. I looked completely different. My body was actually slim looking and I had a smile on my face that was natural. I was moist with excitement. My heart was beating wildly when two hours later, I was at Sweet Waters a four star restaurant, with my husband. I was embarrassed with nothing on underneath my dress but at the same time sexually keyed up and trembling with excitement. I liked the way my husband was turned on to me. He really hadn't been this keyed up over me in a long time. I didn't care how I looked or came across to others, I wanted to please my husband and then have him take me home and fuck me. In the back of my mind I thought of what would transpire in the next 12 hours? Would my husband love me tomorrow night? Could I have sex with six different men one after another? Am I a whore? Maybe this dinner with sans panties and bra is enough and my husband will cancel tomorrow? We danced and he asked me if I was going through with "it." I told him this is your party; I'm following my husband's commands. A bulge was almost instantaneous between us. Evidently with that hard on between us my husband had wanted me to host a gangbang for a long time. I was worried I would disappoint him. I thought I'm not a porn star, what if I didn't turn everyone on. What if... I concluded that this was for my husband so if he got excited even this once it would be worth it. I love him and would do anything for him. After sweet love late Friday night I awoke in early dawn and made coffee before my husband awoke. I thought I'm not the first woman to be fucked repeatedly in an orgy nor would I be the last. My husband came down stairs and we sat together sipping coffee and he read the newspaper. I ate a small breakfast keeping in mind I didn't want to get nauseas during the orgy. I became worried again about how much I could take and what I would do if I was being hurt, will my husband stop them if I ask them to. I don't want to embarrass him. What if I couldn't do more than a couple? It was 10:00 and Randy told me to go get ready. I was shaking so hard I couldn't apply eyeliner. I put on my dress and heels and slung my cape over my arm and went down stairs. Randy sat there sipping a jigger of Vodka. I approached him my heels clicking on ceramic tile, and just as I was going to ask him for a drink he stopped me and had me turn around for him. He loved my dress and heels. I curtsied to him and he made me my favorite drink without being asked. Taking me by the hand after our drink he walked me out to the car in the driveway. I looked surprisingly whorish and I was suddenly in the middle of the day on display for our neighborhood to ogle. My eyes met our neighbor Hank from across the street as he watched me sashay down the drive and flash my upper thighs as I got in the car. I wondered if he saw how red I was. As Randy drove I squirmed, scared but committed. Getting out of the car I felt a lot like a hooker would I expect? Not knowing where I was going we went inside in a building without windows and into a bar. Randy led me into a room in the back which had a bed with a satin sheet in the center and 6 straight chairs lined up against the walls. Without talking he had me sit on the bed and while he went out and returned with another drink. I heard the bar door open and close and I knew my time had come. When I heard voices near my room I braced myself with courage and downed my vodka. The first of the men arrived. Randy beckoned me to stand and display myself to the man by turning around and curtsying to him. He was obviously dazzled. Right now I couldn't tell you what he looked like. Over the next thirty minutes six men had come. I counted twice and realized my husband didn't expect the extra man. My husband played quite the host as he directed everyone. The men drew numbers from a bra of mine my husband must have borrowed from my lingerie. I hoped he would keep it as I kind of liked that one. Then Randy pulled the string and my dress unfurled like a flag and I let it slide down my arms and onto the foot of the bed. I stood for them modeling my nakedness with the exception of my heels and each man stared at me as though I was a much wanted car. Laying down I prepared myself for what ever. The first man crawled from the foot of the bed over my dress and up between my legs. He was naked and his hard on I'd say a 7-incher jutted out in front of him. The way it bobbed along aiming at my heavenly shaft it reminded me of a divining rod used to find water. I must have been ready because he slid into me filling me like it had found the well of passion. He pushed and poked and rammed my poor pussy until I began to get his rhythm. The feeling of someone different inside me wasn't unpleasant but made me feel apprehensive. I watched his face above mine and wondered if he had a wife and if she knew I was taking her place. The rhythm and feeling changed and I was getting slippery. He had come. He spurted 5 times because he grunted satisfaction five times. Then the full weight of his body set upon mine. Had I pleased my husband? Was Randy disgusted with me? I groaned with the weight of the man on me. Directly after that a chorus of cheering went up. Did they think he made me orgasm? Well maybe Randy will like this. The second man was crawling between my legs, and again slipped into me and began fucking me in earnest. I wrapped my arms around this man who looked vaguely familiar to me. I looked into his eyes intently and then to my husband who had a big grin on his face. The man began kissing me on my lips. I hadn't expected that but I kissed him right back. Judging from my Randy's hard on I was pleasing him so I was determined to finish what I had started. The man was beginning to get a more brusque rhythm and then he groaned and rolled off gasping "what a fuck!" Without interruption the next man crawled up between my legs with a good 8 inch erection but straddled my body and laid his cock on my face and across my lips. Another thing I hadn't mentally prepared for. Randy was smiling as I looked at him and so I took it to mean his approval of my actions. I opened my mouth and the man slithered in. Getting on his hands and knees he began fucking my mouth. Sometimes he went far enough to make me have to suppress gagging. This went on for a while. It was not anything I'd done before. I had given my husband blowjobs during my period and I'd swallow his jism, but this was rough and instead of me the man had control. All through this time the men were shouting and egging him on to cum in my mouth. I heard one of the men ask Randy if I would swallow. Actually I had the same question except my mouth was busy full of cock. Randy's response told me what to do. He told them boldly sure she will; "I told you she is a real slut." While thinking about what my husband just said and not knowing whether to be offended or energized my mouth filled with the salty flavor not unlike my husband's. Randy commanded me to swallow and lick and clean his cock off just like I do him. I never before realized how much I submit to my husband. I did it without hesitating. The fourth man told Randy to have me clean up first. Randy guided me off the bed and slipped my cape around me walking me to the ladies room. I was soaked with sweat and semen was running down my inner thighs. I cleaned with some paper towels and washed out my cunt as best I could. Returning to my place on the bed the sheet had been changed. Well I guess they are not totally uncouth. Then number four took the tour between my legs sporting a surprisingly small erect sausage and crawling on hands and knees up over my mound came to rest his ample belly on my pelvis. He quickly humped on top of me and at first I didn't feel anything. Then I felt him graze my clit a few times and I began to have an orgasm. A minute later as I was in the crescendo of my arrival at a nice climax he was pushing off me and giving a high five to number five. No ceremony passing me from one to the next. The next man mounted me from my side settling down with his lips on mine. I was bereft of my orgasm and wanted to get at least one. I didn't get a look at his cock but I felt it. Pushing his way inside to more cheers of triumph from the group I smiled at the thought of this not being scary but being fun. This guy took the pieces of my orgasm and glued them back together to give me an audibly wonderful orgasm that made the lover in me kiss my lips and fuck me harder. I began the journey to the next orgasm before I finished the first. This is more like it I thought. My next one coincided with his and we bellowed in unison. The group sent up a shout as he pulled off me and stood up his cock all shiny and still hard. I immediately sat up and took him into my mouth and began cleaning and suckling milking a little more sperm for my stomach. I felt satisfied. I heard Randy's voice "two more" The next one stood next to the bed and pulled my head over for me to suck a 9-incher. I put as much in my mouth as I could and worked my tongue and jaw on what I could hold. He was gentler than the last one I blew. After a minute and an even bigger harder cock he flipped me over and while on my hands and knees he slid that monster into me from behind and began riding me. He massaged and gently pulled my nipples. The noise was deafening when I realized it was me doing the screeching. I was higher than I'd ever been before. One continuous long orgasm and then he spewed in his baby making sperm no doubt making it past my diaphragm and saturate my fertile womb. He pulled out but hands held my hips and I immediately felt another cock slide in. I was sweating and panting throughout this man and then he added his sperm to my already drenched cunt. He pulled out and shouted what a slut. Hey, that was Randy's voice! Well I'd done it. The bed had weight on the front and I felt a cock at my lips. Randy commanded me to "open up." I did and I felt a really small cock slide in over my tongue and I didn't gag as my nose pushed into pubic hair. I bathed the cock in saliva and sucked hard causing some more semen in my mouth and I swallowed it down with a wide grin. Another cock appeared at my upper love opening and without hesitating I sucked in right to the root of his cock again inhaling smells of myself and others. I sucked four more until they left me alone with my husband. Randy slipped on my cape and I stepped into my heels and we walked arm and arm out through the bar. Wolf whistles and shouts went up as we walked through. In the car I checked the time, it had only taken me 2½ hours to fuck seven guys and give 6 blowjobs. As we drove home Randy told me that was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He asked me if I would do it again. I asked him what do you have planned next weekend? Pulling a Train Ch. 02 Chapter 2: The Following Weekend Waking up about 11:00 AM the next day I took an inventory of myself and everything was still attached, except of course my virtue. My cunt wasn't sore like I expected. I had showered before bed the night before so I really felt clean and rested. Randy, that's a good name for him because he is randy at sex and I love him for it. He brought me coffee in bed and we began to reminisce the event from the day before. He was surprised I wasn't sore or in any discomfort. I guess if I were a prostitute I would have twice that many cocks in one day and would need to report to work that very afternoon. I wanted to know where these guys came from so I asked Randy if it would bother him at work knowing that six men had fucked his wife over the weekend. "Well" he said "I'm so proud of you. None of those guys would have dared asked their wives. Anyway you're the prettiest!" I felt OK with all this as long as he did. He asked me if I meant what I had said yesterday about next weekend. My cunt tingled before I spoke. "I liked it but you are my sex master and I fuck who you desire me to." Randy asked incredulously, "You would pull another train this weekend?" "Hey!" I responded, "prostitutes do this everyday, You think I couldn't?" "I know you can but are you willing?" My turn, "are you willing to direct me to do so?" "Yes! I just want to be sure." "Sure of whom, me or you or the men who fuck me?" "All of those involved." Randy retorted with irritation in his voice. I just wanted to know about what he was thinking? I'd gone too far! Randy was talking again this time gentler, "I love you but I also love the way you fuck other men." Well, I thought at least I had one question answered, I pleased my husband and he was proud of my sluttishness. When and where do you want me? I responded seductively. When I said that he wanted me right away and where I was right then. The work week went by as per usual until Thursday when he returned from work. He outlined this Saturday for me. He had lined up "a bunch" of guys to fuck me and could I find something sexy to wear? I told him I would. Friday I found a maid's costume with a white crinoline. With heels and a duster I really looked like the model in the picture. I hoped that would work. If these sessions with countless strangers were to go on, I should start a sex slut wardrobe. I even began thinking for the future orgies and what I could wear to them. Randy got home that Friday night he gave me in a pretty box with a bow a red dancing dress knee length and full for swirling. I wore a lacy black bra slip that filled the skirt out and thong, slipped into a pair of red pumps and I was ready. Randy took me to a tawdry bar that had a dance floor called The Barrel. The bar is oval with complete wet bar setups at the corners. We sat in a booth and Randy ordered me a vodka tonic. Not being a drinker I knew very little about drinks so I was glad he made the decision for me. The drink tasted good and relaxed mealmost immediately. I thought about the different men and cocks the previous Saturday and even though they were just grown up boys they were clean and didn't hurt me. I asked Randy if the same men from last week were going to be with us this weekend. He answered "Some." After that I was quiet because my master made it plain by the sound of his voice it wasn't my concern. It was to do my duty to please my husband and the men what ever they are like. Wow! I now knew what it meant to completely submit to my master/husband. "Love'" I broke from my trance hearing my master's voice. "Yes sir?" I looked directly at my husband, his gaze was to my left and turning my head took in the full torso including upper thighs of a smiling yet curiously intriguing black man. As I viewed this spectacle of towering maleness before me I heard my husband say the gentleman would like to dance with you and I have agreed. I cannot describe the emotions running through me. My husband was directing me to dance with this beautiful man and I can't dance that well. My cunt was numb and moist. I felt my intake of breath as it struggled to help me regain control. Except for talking to a black person in college I'd had no experience touching them, although I have admired quite a number of them from afar both men and women. It didn't occur to me to refuse much less hesitate. My master had given me a directive. I arose from my seat taking hold of my skirt and slid out of the booth and into the arms of the man I had been be bequeathed. Confidentially as much as my husband likes short skirts and dresses on me I do like something longer and fuller and satin or taffeta maybe chiffon. There is something fun holding ones own dress to walk and be guided along by a man who is self confident and knows what he wants. I made a mental note to ask my master if in the future I may wear satin gloves too. Leading me through the crowd he finally turned toward me and took me in his arms taking control of me. I'd changed so much since last Saturday allowing a stranger to hold me intimately. This new role for me was as a slut was interesting as I saw myself from afar and learned how to act like one. It was like I was two different people, a mother/housewife during the week and my husband's sex toy to use and be used even though I looked the same in the mirror. It was a slow dance and the admirer took his freedom to be close with me. I didn't resist his pushing a startlingly large cock into my abdomen as he massaged my back and ass. It felt proportionate to his size. I knew the other part of me should object, but I was so bewitched by the lifestyle. I relaxed and let him feel me as my master had allowed him. The next song was fast, we danced and he swung me around causing my skirt to swirl making my skirt and slip show my thong. It was wonderful. I hadn't had this much fun since Christmas when I was 12 years old. Being returned to my master as the man was returning property of value the gentleman asked to be allowed to sit with us. "Yes, sit down" my husband invited. A I sat between them, he told Randy I was an exciting woman and asked if he may please feel more of my body. I was quite enamored with this man's boldness. Of course Randy agreed and our new friend immediately laid his hand on my thigh and began investigating under my dress. My cunt tingled with anticipation of being touched. The whole scene of being fondled in public brought me to orgasmic level. What was happening to me? I must have been showing my excitement or something because master commanded me to settle down and have another vodka tonic. As I drank Randy whispered to me to ask the man if he wanted a good fuck. I followed my ruling of being a good sexslave and asked the black adonis if he wanted to fuck me? He nodded toward my master and I downed my vodka as I was whisked away out the door to the cool night. Looking back on it now I guess I may have been a little drunk because I remember events, not details. You know the details I mean, the positioning in the car, the fact we didn't fit and the door was open to anyone to bear witness to our exhibitionist fucking. Later Randy showed me a picture he took on his cell phone of this big black man completely covering me except for my white legs grasping his waist and my head hyper extended with my eyes screwed shut. Next I can tell you I'm staring at the ceiling of our car as my cunt was being plunged by a good sized piece of meat. I could hear myself wail with pleasure and felt myself relinquish feelings of morality and connect with the sense of depravity. I've become quite a slut and as I fall further, I want more and more. That thought brought me to the present making me want harder and harder fucking from this buck. Suddenly I'm reaching that next level I'd experienced last week. My orgasm was peaking and I didn't want it to end. I took to kinky sex like a fish in water. The next thing I remember I was curled up with my knees under my skirt and the car was moving. I'd apparently swooned with ecstasy. I felt a sopping wet cunt and must have fallen asleep again because I remember being guided by my master into our house and then flopping into bed. I dreamt of hard spewing cocks aimed at my eyes and face. It was raining really hard when I awoke. My master/lover was still asleep as I tumbled out of bed and steered myself to the kitchen to make coffee. Waiting for it I began thinking again. I hated myself for loving this sex with strangers and the risk of pregnancy together with the exposing myself in public. I've read where adulteress woman can go pretty crazy with the guilt, but I wanted to please Randy and I was getting pretty good at it. I took a cup of coffee up to Randy and sat on the bed watching him waken as I sipped my own. Soon Randy was giving me directions as I got ready to exhibit and flaunt my body for more use as a cum receptacle. I smiled to myself thinking how I had made my master happy and that made me happy. My master had picked out a silver colored below breast corset for me with royal blue trim and ties. The bra was the same royal blue and the matching silver full skirt was 15 inches long had a royal blue lace hem. No panties and silver high heeled sparkling sandals with royal blue bows completed the out fit. After a pirouette for master he slipped on my black satin cape. He led me to the car and to my opportunity to pleasure my master. My cape had a hood which my master made sure covered my hair in the driving rain. The cape didn't cover my legs and so they were drenched through my heels when we made it to the car. The adverse weather gave the day more excitement for me. I always felt that I could let the rain wash away the things in my life I was ready to give up and start new things I wanted to try. I felt stronger in my conviction to be a vixen. I was ready for what my master was thinking and although I knew I should be apprehensive, I wasn't. My master had his hand between my legs playing with my cunt and it was making sloppy noises already. "Ready my darling?" The answer was obvious with the slurping noises my cunt was making with every digital invasion master's fingers were making. I came and he continued to play with me I didn't peak again while I rode in the car. The countryside was dreary in the clouded day and sometimes it was raining so hard we had trouble seeing. My head swirled with anticipation as the car came to a halt in front of a pretty farmhouse. While master held my door I stepped into the yard and waited for him to take my arm and direct me up the porch stairs and through a door into a lovely living room. Looking around I counted 8 faces grinning back at me. Three I recognized from a week ago, the others were 4 men, 3 with interesting faces, and a women, a pretty blond girl wearing jeans and a sweater with her hair in a bob. She looked at me with curiosity. Randy was speaking"gentlemen, my slut and your pleasure." As he announced this he was removing my rain soaked cape and hung it carefully in the hall. I slowly turned around showing my costume to everyone as I knew that would please my master. The woman spoke first," Randy I want to speak to the slut first." Taken aback I looked at Randy, how did she know Randy and why did she want to talk to me? I looked at Randy but he was pointing toward a room behind the woman as she stood in the doorway. "Go with Tanya" was all he said. I obeyed and turned and walked through the doorway into a large farmhouse kitchen. Tanya sat in a ladder backed chair and beckoned me to do the same. Unexpectedly even by me rather than sitting in my costume I felt it better to kneel, which I did. The woman much younger than I asked me why would want to do this? I had given this a lot of thought as you readers already know, "I wish to please my master" was all that came to mind to say. It seemed like a full minute before she spoke again asking "Do you realize all those men are here to have sex with you?" Shyly I answered the same "It pleases me to please my master." Is there anything I can do for you or get you before you do this? "Actually I'd like a drink." Tanya poured a white Chardonnay and handed it to me as I kneeled before her. "I cannot believe you want this and are going to gangbang this entire group of men? You a mother and wife are letting your own husband pimp you out, some people find that disgusting!" I took a big sip on my wine and thought before answering, "It's what my master wants and it makes me happy to make him happy." She stood and said "I think your husband is an ass for letting you do this but let it begin." I stood from kneeling and gulped my glass of wine before following her back into the living room. I walked directly to the middle of the room and turned around slowly seeing every face and a beer in every man's hand. I didn't look behind me as a pair of hands unzipped my skirt and slid it over my hips letting gravity finish unveiling my cunt.My bra top came next with whistles and words of appreciation as my breasts and nipples came into view. A man I hadn't seen before must've been briefed on the custom of these orgies because he held up my bra top and placing 8 pieces of paper with a number on each walked around and let each man pick one. Rough hands engulfed my entire breasts and massaged,pinched and twisted my nipples. Number one came forward and placing his hands between my legs used his middle finger to invade my love canal and get me ready for the sacrifice. He didn't need to because my cunt was ready in anticipation. This whole thing was so erotic! The man behind me took hold of my arms and laid me back into his chest as the man in front lowered his jeans and then lifted my legs spreading them on either side of him he sunk his cock into my cunt with cheering and applause. As I allowed myself the manhandling I thought within about this Tanya and why was she here. Did Randy invite her? Was it her place to talk me out of this? Maybe Randy wanted me to stop doing this? Maybe she wanted to have sex? The new me would perform any sex act my husband asked even with a woman. The body slamming into mine began to signal its need to pleasure both of us. I remember this guy from last week; he was a pretty good screw. My deep thoughts gave way to pleasure and I began my trek down satisfaction lane. As I was basking in bliss I felt another man take hold and replace the first man. This was the one I could barely feel before. He did have a way with that little thing to rub my clit and make me a wailing whore for cock. As I remembered him from before he was done before I was and another was taking his place to try his luck at inseminating me. Again, as before, my fragmented orgasm began to gel as I was simply ravaged by this new comer. Through the veil of ecstasy on my left my master and Tanya stood watching with curious looks on their faces. I felt my head being lowered and a stiff hot hard cock was pushing into my mouth. The cock invaded my throat and I kept swallowing to avoid gagging. The men slid me back and forth and I would breathe as the cock in my cunt filled me and the cock in my mouth withdrew from my throat. I'm not sure I was getting anything out of this except the knowledge that I was pleasing others. I had to concentrate on the rhythm in order to inhale air through my nose at the precise moment. The fact that the cock in my throat was larger than my pharynx was the only feeling he had because I couldn't breath and suck and swallow to avoid gagging all at once. Speaking of swallowing that larger than my throat sized cock stopped with his pubic hair on my chin and nose and his balls resting on my eye lids, began to spew his manhood directly into my stomach. The action was intense so holding my breath became difficult. Probably a few seconds but it seemed longer. Finally as he withdrew his semen drained onto my tongue leaving me his last drop. The man in my cunt was now jetting his semen into my body from the other direction. I heard a voice 5 more to go! Tanya helped me to a standing position dripping sperm onto my thighs and led me into the bathroom. The corset and heels came off and in the shower I went. I was soaped top to bottom and then once done Tanya toweled me off paying an inordinate amount of attention on my tits and cunt lips. Tanya helped me dry my hair and a application of lipstick and heels I was led back into the blue. Randy took my arm and laid me on a table. Number 4 began snaking his cock into my clean cunt while leering at me. I remembered a few times in my other life being leered at would make me shiver and the last thing I would have was a compliant cunt. Now he slid right in even though I didn't like him. I was able to have sex easily with anyone. He fucked me good. I didn't orgasm but I was wet and let him fill me with jism. He took his cock out and laid it on my lips. I sucked our combined juices off and cleaned him good. Number 5 came up to my head and did the same plunging his cock in and out of my oral love hole. His cock was small enough I didn't gag on it. Two minutes later gulp,gulp and it was number 6. Here was a man with a good sized cock strutting forward towards my love canal. Bright red hair, I could only think of the red haired beauty this guy and I could make. I am so bad!!! I wailed and vocalized my orgasm with this man. I took a moment to look to see his left hand to check for attatchment, it was there. I thought how it would be nice to have this lover every time I thought about it. Number 7 stepped forward and lifted me up by my ankles. His cock, I couldn't not tell how big it was, pressured my asshole. I hadn't ever done this and being resolved to be a slut slave for my master I let him push on. The roar of the crowd seemed louder as this man kept saying how he wanted to fuck a woman in the ass. It was obvious to everyone I had a virgin asshole and quelling my squeals of pain was difficult as he got in and then ran his manhood in and out. He spewed into me before I felt anything but pain. Number 8 was Randy, He made love to me. making me regain the pleasure after enduring all the pain. When he finished the men were covered and all drinking beers. Tanya handed me a glass of Chardonnay while I sat on the edge of the table and cum dripped onto a towel put there by Tanya. SHe reached out and began to touch my nipples. I didn't stop her as she got into it and massaged them making them perky again. One of the men noticed and loudly proclaimed our spectical. Tanya didn't want to play with my cunt but did give a good show of playing with me and at the end kissed me on the lips. After that I was knelt down with my knees on a pillow and 6 of the 8 men revisited my mouth and fed me dinner. They seemed done and that satisfied me. Tanya stood me up and slipped on my cape as Randy collected my costume. Out to the car in the driving rain Randy asked me about next week? "I think next weekend I'd like to try something different."