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Bead Slut

By: evals22



I am not a writer. I am a fifty one year old man going through a sexual adventure with my fifty year old wife that is very exciting. Yet, because of family and 'position' in the community, I cannot discuss it with anyone. So what better place to share, without embarrassment or threat of exposure this ongoing change in our lives. If enough people respond to this true life experience, I will continue to keep people abreast of the relationship. If not I will hang up my writing career. I will try not to be too long winded and keep the background history to a minimum. For like all of you, I know the primary reason we read these stories online.

Lori and I have been married 24 years and have two sons. One a sophomore in college and another a senior in high school. We live in the Bay Area and I make a very comfortable living in the Hi-Tech industry (yes, I survived these past few years!). Lori does not need to work and now that the kids are older has much more time for community involvement. She is a very attractive woman who takes pride in keeping herself in shape and always impeccably dressed. Though she bares no resemblance to Farrah Fawcett my comparison is this: Farrah Fawcett is a beautiful woman now but if you compare her to the famous poster from the "Charlie's Angels' days she has lost her youthful body and complexion. Lori is like this also. She will still turn the head of men who appreciate beauty and maturity and the experience that goes with it. She is 5'5" tall, 120 pounds with short brown hair and a well proportioned body. She feels more comfortable wearing sexy lingerie than being nude because she is bothered that she has lost the hard body of her youth. I am very fortunate to have such a sexy wife.

Our sex life is very healthy and now with the boys being older we are having a renewal because time has become a commodity that we have much more of. I, like many men I read about has fantasied about her being with other men or going out in public sans panties, or flashing truckers etc. Yet our sex life has until recently been very private and I have no regrets for I love this woman dearly. I now take Wednesdays off and this is the day we spend enjoying each other at our leisure. Now, we have sex more than once a week, but the other times seem to be under covers and quietly done with an ear out for the sons and other goings on in a family settings.

I have always enjoyed reading D/s stories and really enjoy them from either the tops or bottoms perspective. I have never noticed any submissive, or for that matter dominate side to Lori during our lovemaking and have never really pursued it; until about three months ago.

It was a Wednesday morning and I was getting out of the shower when I noticed Lori was dressed in heels a short skirt and a blouse without a bra. I know she would never go out in public like this, so I smiled broadly and started to dry quickly as I felt my cock start to harden. She knew I enjoyed it when she dressed sexily and it added to our fun when we had the time to play. I loved to be surprised by what she would have hidden under her clothes. Sometimes I'd find her without panties or with a double ended dildo sticking obscenely out of her cunt or the word 'slut' written above her trimmed pussy or with nipple clamps on her tits. Lori was imaginative and knew I loved it.

I walked over to her and we kissed in the dressing area with me looking in the mirrors taking in my nude body contrasted to her clothed and sexy outfit. Our tongues battled as I watched her hand stroke my cock against her skirt. I reached under her skirt and felt her cunt which was wet with her excitement. I also felt something hanging from her waist and wasn't sure what it was. I slipped behind her and with both of us looking in the mirror I slowly pulled up her skirt until her pussy came into view. Above it were some beads she had worn around her waist like a belt. I recognized the beads from a Mardi Gras party we had gone to a few years ago (and no she didn't flash her tits to get them). They were purple and a long enough strand that if she wore them around her neck they would hang below her waist. I never thought of them as sexy and even at this moment I thought them cute but not really sexy. As I reached up to cup her breast, the beads that she had tucked into the back of the skirt came loose and fell to the ground. We both laughed and she gave a look that said 'So much for that idea.' For whatever reason I had her step out of the ring of beads at her feet and I picked them up. I took one end and tied a big knot into the beads and handed them to her. She smiled and was starting to put them around her neck, much like the beads the flappers wore in the 1920's. I grabbed her hand and told her I wanted her to put the knot of beads in her pussy.

She looked at me oddly but gave me her 'I'll try anything' smile and slowly started to push them in her cunt. I could tell she was excited because she gets very wet when she is and you could hear her cunt as she forced them into herself. When she was done I told her to let the end go and the beads fell and hung between her legs just beyond her knees. I pushed her skirt down and told her to walk for me. She walked from one end of the bedroom to the other and you could hear the slight clicking of the beads as she stepped and if you looked carefully you could just see the end of them poking below her skirt. 

I told her she looked very sexy, that she was my bead slut. She smiled and had a look in her eyes I hadn't recognized before. I told he I was going to take her out to lunch dressed as she was and she had no choice because bead sluts did as they were told. She looked down to the ground and quietly whispered "Yes, Sir" to me. As I said Lori never had exhibited any submissive behavior before and I thought I would press it a bit. We both knew we wouldn't go out in public like this but I thought I'd see what else I could make her do. 

"Come here, slut and squat so I can see my beads." Lori walked up to me and gave me one of the wettest and sexiest kisses ever. She slowly squatted down in front of my cock and spread her legs wide. In the mirror I could see the end of the beads touching the floor. Lori is great at cock sucking and we both knew that was next on my list. We always used oral sex in our lovemaking and because I am a very visual guy Lori would let me come on her tits or pussy or ass often. She had only let me come on her face years ago but really didn't like it. When I would come in her mouth she would always run to the sink and spit out the cum and brush her teeth. I never really minded but today I thought I would see how far I could go.

"Rub my cock on you face, bead slut. Don't suck it yet. I want you to look up at me as you rub my hard cock against your face."

Lori did as she was told and I could hear little moans from her throat as she rubbed the head of the cock against her cheek and lips and nose. I told her to suck the cock like a slut and she quickly engulfed its engorged head. I looked down at her just enjoying this experience when I sighted the beads and had an idea. I told her to reach down and hand me my leash. When she heard this she moaned around my cock and grabbed the beads and handed me the end. If I bent slightly I could hold them and pull gently. As I pulled the knot would tug at her cunt and the beads rubbed against her clit. She looked so hot I had to fight from shooting my load.

I started to jerk quickly on the beads and I guess the action was what she needed because she grabbed my legs and with my cock in her mouth she froze for a few seconds as a mini orgasm swept through her body. I admonished her for cumming without my permission and pulled my cock from her mouth. I told her bead sluts must learn their place. I told her to stand up and remove her blouse and skirt. She stood in front of me with a slight glean of perspiration on her face and a quicken breath. I then told her to remove all her jewelry because sluts only deserve to wear their beads. She took off her rings and her Rolex watch and put them on the counter. She stood with her legs slightly apart only in heels and with the purple beads hanging from her cunt. I grabbed the beads and lead her over to the bed and told her to kneel down on the bench at the end of the bed. I pulled the beads so that they followed the crack of her ass and told her she needed to be punished for her actions. This whole time, Lori had barely spoke yet I again heard her soft voice whisper, "Yes, Sir".

We had never really been into spanking and I didn't want to hurt her but I felt this would reinforce my dominate role. As I tugged on the beads with one hand I swatted her ass cheeks with the other. Hard enough to leave a rosy redness to her ass but not enough to really hurt her. The moans I heard were the sexiest I had ever witnessed from Lori so I knew she was into this as much as I. I had her stand and lead her by her leash back to the mirrored dressing area. I told her to squat again and suck my cock. I told her the quicker I jerked on the chain the faster she was to suck and when I stopped tugging she was to swallow my cock and keep it in her throat until she felt her leash jerk.

This went on for a few minutes and as I jerked, her moans became louder and her sucking quicker. For our first time she was giving me what I would I would call a nasty blow job. Saliva was dripping out of her mouth onto her chest and she was moaning and sucking noisily. When I would stop tugging she would push her head down my cock till her nose was in my pubic hair and I could see her eyes water as she fought the gag reflex. I was in heaven! I was so into the pleasure of this that I was being selfish. I knew her legs must be getting tired and her jaw aching but I couldn't stop. At one point I forgot the beads and was brought to my senses as I heard her gagging around my cock. She was so into this she was holding my cock deep in my throat until she could feel the tug of her leash; she wanted to please me even though it had to be uncomfortable to her.

I finally told her to stop and pulled my cock out of her mouth. I told her to stick her tongue out and I slapped the head against it. I told her I was going to shoot my first load of cum on her tongue and then the rest on her tits. As I rubbed the head against her lips and tugged on her leash I told her after I came she was to lay on the floor and masturbate for me until she came. In the past, like a lot of guys I think, once I would cum I was through with sex and ready to move on. I knew if I wanted this to continue in the future I needed to follow through after I came. Though I had seen Lori jerk off before, usually I would leave after cumming and she would lay on the bed and masturbate if she was still horny. This time things would be different. I told her she was to cum on the floor because bead sluts don't deserve the bed. I told her she was to cum lying on her back tugging on her leash with my cum in her mouth. When I asked her if she understood she looked up at me and smiled and nodded yes. I stuck my cock back in her mouth and tugged on the leash quickly and watched as her head moved at my command. 

As I was ready to cum I pulled out of her mouth, dropped the beads and started to stroke my cock. Her tongue came out without any instruction and her eyes looked anxiously up at me. The excitement of the session and the length of it provided a larger than usual and more forceful orgasm for me. The first jet of cum actually missed her tongue and hit her in the cheek, I readjusted my aim and shot the next into her mouth and the last five spurts onto her tits. I told her to lay down and play with herself. This was the most exciting thing I have ever seen. My fifty year old wife laying on her back covered in cum tugging on beads and rubbing the cum into her tits. I knelt down beside her and knew she was close to cumming because her eyes were closed and her body was stiffening. 

"Slut, before you cum, open your eyes and look at me." Lori looked up, disappointed because she was so close. I took the head of my cock and rubbed it on her tits coating it with the thick cum. I put it to her lips and told her she was to cum with my cock in her mouth, now. She opened her mouth, closed her eyes and as my cock was swallowed her body shook with what seemed like the longest orgasm I had ever witnessed.

Afterwards there was kind of a silly look between us and she headed for the shower. We didn't really speak of that morning and life seemed to go on as usual. I would never try to exert any dominate behavior in our routine life. We still had our late night quick love affairs and it seemed to me Lori was wetter during these times, but it could have been wishful thinking. The following Wednesday she had a community meeting so we had no time to play. The following week while we were in bed she asked, with a smile on her face, if she should get her beads. When I said no I could detect a sadness in her but she didn't say anything. I hoped I could move her submissive behavior to the next level and wanted to let the urge build in her. I was going to Seattle for a four day conference in a week and planned on surprising her by bring her along....and her beads.

To be continued....if there is interest.

Bead Slut Ch. 02



This is a continuation of my wife and my new journey into sexual submission. Read part 1 to understand how we got here. This is a true story and in part 1 I witnessed all as I described. I will continue to write in the first person but I need to inform the readers I wasn't present for all of the following, though Lori filled me in to the best of her memory.

After our experience with the beads I felt Lori was ready to get into another D/s type of scene. She wouldn't openly say it but hinted a few times she would like to use the beads again. I kept refusing her, wanting to make her yearn for and want to submit to me more fully. I was to attend a four day conference in Seattle and since no one else from my office was going I decided to bring Lori along. I booked a hotel down from the hotel where the meeting was and arranged for my mother to stay at our house to be sure the boys didn't have any wild parties while we were gone. When I told her, the day before the trip, that she was going she seemed very happy. I didn't mention anything about what we'd be doing and even spoke about visiting museums and the Spaceneedle. I did tell her to go buy a few outfits for our trip but I didn't tell her what type.

We arrived on a Wednesday afternoon and I had until Thursday before the first meetings. We unpacked and I took Lori to the Jimi Hendrix museum. This was of no interest to her and even though she dressed conservatively I noticed her blouse showed more cleavage then usual and her skirt was a little shorter. She seemed upset I didn't mention her new clothes but didn't want to take any dominate position with me, as I expected. We arrived back at the hotel and we had a nice uneventful dinner. I next checked the paper for movie times and told her we had enough time for a drink in the lounge before we went to see the movie (a PG flick). When we got to the lobby I told her I forgot my wallet and asked her to go get it while I ordered us drinks. She turned hastily back to the elevator and left without a word. Her vacation wasn't much fun, yet I hoped it would change for her soon....for the better. 

As I sat at the bar and ordered a drink I thought about what she was going to find in the room. I left a note on top of my wallet that told her if she wanted to be my bead slut for the next 4 days she needed to follow my instructions to the tee. If not she was to head back down to the lounge and we would have a drink and go to the movie. I would never bring up the beads again. The note told her to shave her pussy bald and wear the clothes I hid in my suitcase. She was to wear nothing else except her black heels and of course the beads. She was to be back in the lounge in thirty minutes exactly.

The outfit I chose was a skirt that actually went mid calf but had a slit up to mid thigh. If she were to take long strides the beads hanging from her cunt could be seen, but otherwise no one would be the wiser. The blouse was a bit more daring and might be the one thing she would refuse. It is black and transparent. It has two pockets strategically placed so her nipples will not show, but from the back you can tell she is braless and from the side you can see the swell of her creamy white breasts. It would take nerve for her to wear it down to the bar. I figured if she made it to the bar we would have a drink and head for the room for some hot sex. I could feel my cock stir in my slacks while I sipped my drink. It had been about five or six minutes and I took that as a good sign. If she was to refuse to follow my orders she would have been here by now. Or perhaps she was pissed and wasn't coming at all. I would know in a little over twenty minutes.

As I nursed my drink two guys in their mid thirties sat a few seats from me and ordered drinks. They were well dressed and from what I overheard in Seattle on business. I suddenly had an idea to fulfill one of my fantasies about my wife and another man. I thought it would be hot for one or both of them to approach my wife and ask for a dance and offer her a drink. I didn't think it would go further than this and felt it would boost her ego and make her hornier for me. I scooted over one seat and interrupted the two guys conversation, introducing myself. They seemed a little surprised by my forwardness, but accepted my offer of a drink and introduced themselves as Frank and David. Once the drinks were poured I got to the point and told them how my wife was experimenting with her submissive side. I told them, if and I meant if, she came down dressed as I asked it would be a big step for her. I didn't mention the beads but told them her age and described her. Frank seemed the Alpha dog of the group and was interested as long as she was as good looking as I described. He always had a thing for older women and it might be fun. David just agreed to go along. I said if she came dressed as I described they should wait until she and I have had a couple of drinks. When the jazz band started around 10 pm they should come over to our table and ask if she'd like to dance. I said that was about as far as I thought it would go but if she allowed it they were welcome to get a little fresh with her on the dance floor and sit and have drinks. Nothing was to be forced and if I noticed any uneasiness we would leave right away. They agreed and I moved to a dark booth off the dance floor. I checked my watch and held my breath; in less than five minutes my fantasy would hopefully be granted.

At exactly thirty minutes Lori entered the bar. She seemed nervous, looking around trying to see where I was. Once she saw me she smiled and walked slowly to our table. I saw a big grin cross Frank's face and knew she met his requirements. When she sat down I ordered her a drink and asked if she had followed my instructions. With eyes cast down at the table she whispered "Yes, Sir", and smiled a naughty smile. She said she couldn't believe she had done it and her pussy was wet. I grabbed her wrist and said firmly, "sluts do not have pussies they have cunts." She nodded and I could see the submissive side start to show. She finished her drink quickly and I ordered her another. As the band started to set up I continued to make her answer embarrassing questions. Was her cunt bald? Did she have the beads stuffed up her cunt? Were her nipples hard from rubbing against the material? Did she want to fuck my cock? The more I asked the more I heard that deep sexual moan emit from her throat that I recognize when she is very hot. She was enjoying this rather tame, yet for her, extreme public exhibition and humiliation. I had forgotten about my new friends at the bar until their shadow covered the table. Frank excused his forwardness but couldn't help noticing the beautiful lady and wondered if I would mind if he danced with her. He spoke to me only and Lori I think sensed his dominence....he was asking me to dance with her as if she had no choice.

I looked at them and asked them to be seated. Lori gave me a look of surprise and worry but didn't say anything. We introduced ourselves and when the first song started I told Frank my wife would be glad to dance with you. He got up and reached down and grabbed Lori's wrist. Not waiting for an answer he pulled her to her feet and lead her to the dance floor. I think my heart skipped a few beats as I waited for her to storm out but was excited and surprised that she offered no resistance. Frank and her danced two songs and he was a perfect gentleman. When they came back to the table he held her hand out to David and told them to dance some more. Lori followed David back to the now busy dance floor.

"How far are you willing to take this?" Frank asked me.

I paused and thought for a few minutes and said as far as she would let us. Frank said he wouldn't force anything but he felt he would fuck her before the night was over. At first I was angry, he was talking about my wife of 24 years like a piece of meat. Yet I could feel my cock harden and I smiled as I told him about the first day we played with the beads and my pet name for her. He smiled when I told him she had a strand of beads hanging from her cunt at this very moment. When they came back to the table we had another round of drinks ready and I could see the lust in Lori's eyes. David checked his watch and said he needed to call his wife at 11 and excused himself. I think this made Lori a little more comfortable and when the next slow song started Frank lead her back to the dancing area. He was about six foot three and filled his suit well. I could see him pull her close to his chest and saw her rest her head on his shoulder.

On the dance floor Frank tightened his grip around Lori's waist and danced them towards a dimly lit area. Lori's eyes were closed and didn't notice anything until Frank leaned close to her ear and whispered, "hand me the leash, my little bead slut." Her eyes popped open and she opened her mouth to speak but nothing but a moan came out. Frank looked straight into her eyes and said her husband told him she was a slut and she was to do what Frank said. Lori glanced over to the table and saw me nursing my drink and watching them carefully. She saw my head nod up and down when we made eye contact. 

"Listen, slut I usually date much younger women than you but I am intrigued by your beauty. Either hand me MY leash now, or you can go up to your room with hubby and dream about what might of been."

As if in a trance Lori slipped her hand between their bodies and pulled her skirt up slowly until her hand snaked inside the slit of her skirt. She had to bend forward to reach the beads and did so without attracting anyone's attention; except mine as I looked across the room and caught a glimpse of the purple beads being handed to Frank. Frank grabbed the beads and jerked on them quickly. Lori's body shuddered from the feeling in her cunt and the humiliation throughout her body. As Frank tugged he whispered in her ear what a slut she was. That she was being used on a dance floor, while her husband and a room full of people watched by a man she just met. When Frank said she was his to use as he pleased she moaned, but when Frank tugged harder on the leash he told her to say it.

"I am yours to use, as you wish, Sir" Lori replied.

"You are a slut and a whore whose mouth and cunt are meant to be used as I see fit, where I see fit", Frank tugged harder again and waited for her to repeat the sentence to him. Lori did and her body shook with the first orgasm of the night. Frank lead her back to our table holding the beads to his side. Lori had to walk quickly so a space didn't develop between their bodies, making the beads more obvious. When Frank sat down he looked at me and told me he wanted another drink before he took the slut up to our room. His demeanor with me had changed and I was getting a little pissed. He noticed my expression, leaned forward and started to quickly jerk the beads. "There is only room for one boss tonight. If you can't deal with it, I'll walk but you will have to explain it to her". He nodded his head in Lori's direction and I saw a look in her eyes that said she wanted this to continue. She opened her mouth slowly and said, "Please, do as he says. You wanted this and now I need this. Things will be the same when we get home, but with or without you I am staying with Frank".

Frank grinned a shit eating grin and told me he was thirsty. I slowly got up and headed to the bar, hunched over slightly to limit the tent in my trousers. When I returned to the table Frank was having fun with the leash. He would tug and when Lori seemed to get close to cumming he would stop. He than asked her the name of our boys and their ages. He asked if they knew their Mother was a bead slut. He asked what the committees she worked on would feel about their chairwomen acting like such a slut. The more he verbally humiliated and degraded Lori the deeper under his spell she fell. I had never seen her in such a state. Frank reached into his suit jacket pocket and pulled out some envelopes that were held together with two large paper clips. He pulled the clips off and returned the papers to his pocket. He slid the clips to Lori and as he started renewing the jerking motion he told her he wanted Lori to reach under her blouse and pull on her nipples. When they were hard enough she was to clamp each one with a paper clip. Frank told her if either clip wasn't placed securely and per chance came loose while they danced he would make her walk two steps behind him as he lead her through the bar by the leash.

He stopped the motion on the knot in her cunt and looked at me, "This bitch will do anything I say. Look at your wife and the Mother of your boys tug on her nipples. Can you believe what a slut she is?" I looked into Lori's eyes and saw tears mixing with a gaze of lust as she tried to discreetly clip her nipples. When she was done Frank told her to pull the pockets away so he could see. Through the black material you could see her nipples sticking out from the twisted wire paper clips. Frank giggled and told her to bounce up and down in the booth to be sure they were secure. Lori did as she was told and was beginning to become the focus of attention to the people around us. Frank told her to stop and began to drink slowly from his glass. He reached into the glass and pulled out an ice cube, leaving both Lori and I with little doubt what was coming next. Before he could speak a shadow passed over our table and the bartender leaned over and spoke quietly into Frank's ear. Frank dropped the ice back into the glass and nodded to the bartender who gave Lori an evil look and walked away.

"It seems this establishment doesn't like having older women acting like such whores. He told me I have five minutes to finish my drink and leave with, how did he put it, oh, yes...leave with that sick perverted women before he called the police." All the while he was saying this Frank was tugging on the leash and the look on Lori's face was unbelievable. She was red faced from the embarrassment but so horny she couldn't fight the orgasm that racked her body with at least 4 or 5 people watching. Frank dropped the leash and motioned us to leave. As Lori, with head held low went to pass Frank he grabbed her blouse from the back, pulling it tightly across her chest making the outline of the clips and nipples prominent. We walked from the bar into the hotel lobby. I could actually smell Lori's cunt from just a few feet away. Before we headed to the room Frank gave Lori twenty dollars and told her to go buy the raunchiest magazine the little hotel shop carried. To be sure it was the raunchiest he instructed her to thumb through each magazine while he and I watched through the window. As Lori walked into the deserted store Frank smiled and said he checked them out earlier and guessed she would pick the 'Hustler" magazine.

I watched this women I loved and respected intently browse through a half dozen magazines, I guess wanting to please Frank with her thoroughness, while a fat women probably no older than Lori stared from behind the counter. She purchased the magazine Frank had guessed and walked up to Frank. He took the bag and pulled out the magazine and handed it to Lori. After trashing the bag we walked to the elevator with the cover of 'Hustler' positioned for all to see as Frank had instructed. We had a nice suite on the eighteenth floor and while we waited for me to open the door Frank was showing Lori pictures of women who he told her were prettier than her but not as nasty. I realized at that moment I should have punched him in the face for this continual degradation but it dawned on me I was as submissive as her and could only think of my hard cock and what was going to happen next.

To be continued...



Bead Slut Ch. 03



While we waited outside the door of our suite Frank took the magazine from Lori and handed it to me. He next told Lori to hand him his leash. This time, even in the hallway of the hotel, where someone could appear quickly, Lori did not hesitate. She pulled the string of beads up through the slit in her dress and handed them to Frank, who started to jerk on them. As he did this, little passionate moans emitted from Lori’s throat and I could tell she was Franks to do as he wished.

“I want to go over the rules before we enter the room,” Frank stated. “For the rest of the night I am in charge. The slut, “ and he tugged harder when he said the name, “will do what I say without question. Any time she wants me to stop she is to say the word ‘lavender’ and I will stop. Not only will I stop, I will leave, so only use the word if you are ready for this to end. As for the slut’s husband, he can only watch. You can sit in a chair or stand out of the way. If you interfere, either vocally or physically I leave and you and the slut can continue.”

Frank was looking right in my eyes as he spoke and even though my brain knew better my cock was agreeing.

Frank continued, “Hubby can play with his cock, but only through his pants and if he wants to cum, that is all right with me as long as he cums in his pants,” this very self assured man smiled as he finished the statement, “ and once you cum you cannot change. Does everyone understand?” Lori and I looked at each other and nodded yes. Frank then told Lori to repeat to me what she had told him on the dance floor when he rubbed against her.

Lori softly stammered, “I said his cock felt so, so much big...bigger than my husbands.” Frank smiled at this and tugged with steady pressure upwards until Lori was pulled close to him. He bent over and kissed her hard. I could see his tongue invade her mouth and probe over her teeth and gums. Frank pulled away and whispered in her ear. Lori smiled and stepped back as Frank lessened the pressure on the beads. She unbuttoned her blouse and never taking her eyes off Frank, she pulled it from her body and handed it to me. She stood topless in the middle of the hallway with two paperclips attached to her nipples and a string of purple beads pulling obscenely from the front of her skirt. My wife, the mother of my children, my best friend looked so sexy at that moment that I almost came in my pants.

Frank told me to open the door and he lead Lori into the room. I walked over to the wall and just stood waiting to see what would happen next. Frank told Lori he was usually good for two to three orgasms a night and he figured tonight would be a triple. First he would pop off in her mouth and watch her eat his cum like the slut she was. Then he was going to fuck her, but he would use a rubber because a slut like her might not be too clean. When he said this Lori’s chest and face reddened in humiliation. Frank continued by saying he doesn’t like to see his cum wasted so Lori was to remove the rubber from his cock and empty the contents on the glass window of our room. She then had to lick up all the cum before it dripped to the floor. Frank then added that the drapes would, of course, be open. Usually his third cum would be in the slut’s ass but Frank figured Lori wouldn’t be able to handle his cock in her previously unused asshole. So for the finale, Frank said he’d cum on her tits or face. Frank dropped the leash and opened the drapes in the sitting area of the suite. He pulled over a chair near the window and sat down. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock which was only semi hard. I have seen quite a few adult films and Frank’s size rivaled many of the porn stars. He spread his legs and slowly stroked himself while he told Lori to remove her skirt.

Lori’s eyes were glued to his cock, the only one she had seen in the past 24 years besides mine. I have to admit it was impressive and I was glad mine was hidden in my pants. She dropped the skirt and kicked it away. She stood in heels only with clipped nipples and the beads hanging from her cunt. Frank had her hand him his leash and told her to squat down in front of him. He held the beads up so as he pulled them they rubbed against her clit and protruded lewdly from her shaved lips. I had forgotten my instructions from earlier and now saw she had followed them. Her cunt was bald. Frank told her to start sucking his cock and to be quick and sloppy because he wanted to get his nut off ASAP.

Lori bent over and engulfed the head of his cock. She can deep throat my cock but she started to gag as soon as she forced about two thirds of his eight or nine incher down her throat. Frank was calling her names and thrusting his ass up from the chair. He tugged on the leash and looked at me as he said, “Your wife is a good cocksucker. Your boys will be lucky if they will ever find a girl who can suck like she does.”

Saliva was dripping down his shaft and Lori’s eyes were tearing when Frank’s body began to stiffen. He grabbed her head with both hands and held her as he forced load after load of cum into her mouth. When he finally finished he released his grip and sat his ass back on the chair. He told her not to remove his cock from her mouth but to pull the beads from her cunt and masturbate for him. He said he wanted to see his cock in her mouth when she came. Lori did as she was told and did not need much time to reach the peak of ecstasy she had been waiting for. This was an orgasm you only dream about and her body shuddered violently and her mouth gurgled around the cock as she came. When she was through she looked up at Frank and when he nodded she let his cock fall from her mouth as she fell to a heap on the floor, her legs splayed wide open for anyone to see.

Frank looked at me and smiled as he looked at my crotch. Only then did I realize I had cum without touching myself for the first time in my life. Frank stood up and zipped up his pants. He walked to the closet and pulled out a robe which her threw on Lori. He told her to put it on and follow him. He told me to stay and make us some drinks from the mini bar. Once Lori had the robe on they left the room.

Frank took Lori to the end of the hall and opened the door to the stairway. We were on the 18th floor so few people used the stairs, except in an emergency. Frank and Lori walked into the cold concrete stairwell and Frank took Lori's robe. She was shivering in just her heels as Frank hung her robe on the door knob. He told her to go up to the next landing with him. At this point, Lori was beyond questioning this man leaving her only chance of coverup a floor away. Frank told her to kneel down on the concrete and close her eyes. She did as she was told and heard him unzip his pants. She figured he wanted another blowjob and opened her mouth in readiness. Instead she felt a warm liquid splash against her tits and it took a split second for her to understand she was being pissed on in the stairway of the hotel. Frank covered her tits and then aimed at her pussy. He walked behind her and continued on her back and ass. He stopped and walked in front of her and told her to open her eyes. Lori looked up at Frank holding his semi hard cock inches from her face. 

“Open your mouth, slut.” as Lori widened her lips Frank let the last of his golden shower spray onto her mouth and lips. When he was done, he told her he had marked his property and that she was a real slut and she was to walk to her robe and put it on. When we got back into the room she was to give me a kiss and then go take a shower. He wanted to fuck her but she was too dirty to fuck now. The only persons who would fuck her would be the bums out by the pier. He walked away from her and she could hear his footsteps echo on the concrete as he left.

That night Frank fucked Lori and made her eat his cum from the window. He called his friend David and told him about how the slut will do whatever he wants. David felt guilty about cheating on his wife but Frank convinced him, ala President Clinton, that a blow job wasn’t cheating. So Lori was sent to David's room in my robe, where she gave David a blow job just inside the doorway of his room. David stuffed a twenty dollar bill in her robe pocket and told her to give Frank ten dollars back in change. She repeated all of this as Frank jerked off on her face. 

He told us he enjoyed himself and thanked me for letting him use my wife. After he left we didn’t say much. We showered together and fell asleep in each others arms. At three in the morning the phone rang. It was Frank. He told me to have the slut put on her leash and heels and a robe. She was to come to his room. 

To be continued....



Bead Slut Ch. 04



Lori knew right away it was Frank on the phone and that he was calling for her. I relayed the message and rolled over, knowing arguing with her was pointless. It was my fault we had arrived at this juncture in our marriage and I could sense I’d better let it play itself out. 

Frank was driving back to Olympia with David in the  morning and then Lori and I could get back to things as they were. Well not back, but away from him we would both have memories of him and his huge cock and how in a way we both found our submissive sides.

Lori quickly got up, like a child on Christmas morning and hurriedly brushed her teeth and combed her hair. She looked into the mirror and saw the lines at the corners of her eyes and the signs of age throughout her face. A roadmap of experience, yet she knew the only reason a man like Frank wanted her was because she was willing to do what he wanted. 

He didn’t need to romance a women nearly 15 years his senior, he could do that with the young women he found throughout the bars of America. Lori hurried, but unlike the child eager for the Christmas surprises under the tree she was eager for his control and his cock, both of which had brought her more pleasure than she had ever experienced in her life. She may regret it a week from now, but not tonight.

Anyone seeing her in the hall probably thought she was someone out of their room looking for ice, or returning from a late night tryst. It was so quiet all Lori could hear was the gentle rubbing of the beads as they swung from between her legs under the robe. Frank’s room was two floor below theirs and happily Lori encountered no one on her trip. She knocked quietly on Frank’s door.

She waited a few minutes, thinking she should knock again, but afraid she might anger him; he had to know it was her out in the hall. This was another of his power games. Finally the door opened a few inches before she heard the clanking of the metal safety chain. She couldn’t see anyone at the door until she looked down and saw a hand at the level of the door knob. 

A voice broke the silence, “Give me my leash, slut.”

Lori had already decided he could ask her nothing she wouldn’t comply with. She untied the robe and let it fall open. She reached down and grabbed her leash of purple beads and placed them into the bodiless hand in front of the partially opened door.

Frank tugged upwards on the leash and heard the moan from behind the heavy door. He began slowly pulling it into the room knowing Lori was being led forward until her body was jammed against the door opening. If anyone saw her from behind it would look like she was trying to squeeze into an opening much too small for her body.

Frank laughed as he imagined how she looked, “take off the robe and push it through the door”, he said as he kept the tautness on the leash.

He listened to Lori struggle with removing her robe without dislodging the beads from her cunt. She pushed it through the opening in the door and saw Frank’s hand pull it away and toss it into the darkness of the room. She was naked except for her heels with her tits and body pushed obscenely against the partially opened door.

Suddenly there was a release of pressure and she felt the beads fall against her legs as they fell from his hand. She tumbled back a few steps when she heard the door close. Fright cursed through her veins and she was ready to knock and cry out to Frank when she realized this was his game. If she knocked he would say she was disobedient and not worthy of him. She stood back a few feet from the door, with her hand behind her back and legs slightly spread so when Frank looked through the peephole he would see her perfectly framed in the fisheye lens.

Seconds passed like hours and finally the door opened and she waited until he told her to come in. Once inside the door he reached for his leash and led her to the bed where his cock slid effortlessly into her sopping cunt.

The beads rubbed against his shaft and competed for space in her wet slit. He pulled them against his cock and finally popped them out and let them fall to the floor. She came and she came again. He smiled as he looked down on her while he thrust his cock into her and told her she was his slut. After he shot his load into her pussy, feeling sure that he was safe from any disease with this women, he told her to hold his cum with her hand in her pussy. He got up from the bed and told her he had a surprise for her and her husband.

Lori headed back to her room feeling the cum drip down her thighs. Frank warned her not to clean herself until she told me of his surprise. When she entered the room she walked to the foot of the bed and looked down at me.

Her beads were strung around her neck and I could see large purple hickeys on her neck. She asked me if I still loved her and I told her I would always love her. She went on to say Frank was going to drive David home in the morning and had arranged his schedule so he could return for the three days we were to be here.

Lori said she had already arranged for a suite with an adjacent room and our things would be moved later in the morning. I was to stay in the smaller room and she would be with Frank. While I was at the conference she would be with Frank. She knew this wasn’t what I had, or for that matter, she had planned but she wanted it to happen. 

She said when we went back home it would be over with Frank. Yet for the next three days she wanted him more than anything else....including me. If I couldn’t deal with it she suggested I move to the other hotel, or go home. 

She was willing to risk everything for this time with him. She said she felt I wanted this also and wouldn’t leave her.

Lori was right. I looked at her standing at the foot of the bed, wrapped in a terry cloth robe, in heels with purple beads around a love bit neck. She was right, my cock was hard and I was only hoping he would let me watch some of the things he would make Lori do. I nodded my head and told her I would do whatever she wanted.

With that Lori pushed her shoulders back and let the robe fall to the floor. I could see cum dripping down her thighs and bruising on her thighs where he had roughly pulled her legs apart. And there written in ink across her stomach with an arrow pointing towards her swollen cunt were the words:

KEEP OUT-THIS CUNT IS PROPERTY OF FRANK!

She turned from me with a knowing smile and headed toward the bathroom. She looked over her shoulder and said she needed to shower because she was going with Frank for the drive to Olympia to drop of David. I was to plan on taking them to a nice dinner tonight. She said Frank wanted me to make reservations at the top of the Space Needle. He also said to be sure I do not masturbate without his permission.

Lori left dressed in a conservative skirt and button up blouse. She asked me if I could see the beads when she walked and I told her I could not. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me the front desk would give me a room key after the conference.

I was to knock on the connecting door in our rooms and if Frank wished she would let me in. If not we would be ready for dinner at 7:30, and meet in the lobby. I left for the conference after showering and making the reservations. I was in a daze the entire day. 

A little after noon I received a text message telling me to call Lori’s cell phone. When I dialed from the hall outside the conference room I heard his voice.

“Lori can;t speak right now, we just dropped David off and are heading back. Did you make the reservations?” he asked.

“Yes”, I answered “we are set for eight o’clock”

“Good job. I hear the food is good there. A little pricey, but I figure you can afford it. Oh, by the way, the reason Lori can’t speak to you is she is laying across the front seat sucking my cock. Her blouse is open and the skirt is on the floor. This slut really doesn’t mind letting the truckers get an eye full. We may even stop at a rest area on our way back. I haven’t decided yet. If we do Lori will be sure to bring back all the rubbers she fills up. Your wife loves to suck my cock. I mean she gave David a blow job on the way down because I told her to but my cock she actually loves to suck. Can you figure that...” I could hear Frank laugh just before the line went dead.

For a few seconds I held the phone against my ear listening to the silence and trying to will my hard cock to go soft before I went back to my meeting.

To be continued.....



Bead Slut Ch. 05



The rest of the day at the conference passed in a foggy blur. All I could think of was Lori and Frank, or rather what Frank was having Lori do. When I arrived at the hotel I went to the front desk where I was given a note and a room key. The note was from Frank saying I was to get ready for dinner and knock on the connecting room door at seven o'clock. He suggested I wear a suit and tie being this was a very nice restaurant.

I went to the room, which was the smaller room attached to the larger suite. Usually it was used by the guest's children evidenced by the two twin beds. My suitcase and garment bag were in the corner and I began to unpack. I would pass the door and stop and listen but all I could hear was my heartbeat.

At seven o'clock I knocked on the door and waited. A few minutes later I heard Frank's voice instruct me to enter. I twisted the knob and found it was unlocked. I guess Frank knew I wouldn't test the door without being told to. As I entered I found a large luxurious room with a couch and a few easy chairs. There was a small bar and a larger than normal king size bed. 

The windows were floor to ceiling and the drapes were open. That is where I saw Lori. She was naked except for heels and the beads that started all of this. Her hands were placed above her head and pressed against the glass. She was in the position police search suspects in; legs spread and leaning forward so her breasts almost touched the glass. If anyone could see her from the adjacent buildings I do not know. 

The heels were new. I knew Frank picked them out but also realized I more than likely paid for them. Higher heels than I had ever seen her in, probably four inch stilettos with an open toe sandal shoe. A strap wrapped around her ankle and I could see a tiny padlock on each strap reflecting the Seattle sunlight from the window. She was gently swinging her hips forward so the beads were swinging between her legs.

"You look nice, sit down and rest for a few minutes. We do not have to leave for awhile. I have a limo picking us up in about twenty minutes," Frank's voice echoed through the quiet room. He was standing next to the bar, dressed in an expensive looking suit. I sat in the chair facing Lori and the window.

"Lori and I had a very full day today. How was your conference?"

"Fine, it was O.K.," I stammered.

"Well I am sure you would like to hear about the slut's day. Wouldn't you?"

"Yes"

"Ask her," Frank commanded.

"Lori, why don't you tell me about what you and Frank did all day?" Lori stopped swinging her hips but didn't answer.

"I've told her to only answer to her new name, Slut. Ask her again." 

I knew I should get up and grab Lori by the wrist and walk out of the room. I knew we had let this game go too far. I knew my cock shouldn't be this hard, so I slowly obeyed. "Slut, please tell me about your day."

Lori straightened her body and turned towards me. I couldn't help but notice how the higher heels made her calves tighten and looked so sexy. She was wearing more make-up than normal and her lips painted in bright red lipstick appeared swollen. She stepped in front of me and grabbed her arms at the elbows behind her back and spread her legs at about shoulder distance. She looked hot and her arms forced her tits out. Between her breast hung another small string of beads, each end clipped to her nipples.

Frank spoke next, "Good job, slut. You remembered how I want you to stand whenever we are together. Either dressed or nude. Very good. I noticed your husband eying the heels. What did I tell you about your heels?"

For the first time I heard her voice. The same voice I have heard for over twenty years, yet tonight it sounded unfamiliar. "A slut should wear heels at all times. Unless at a gym or running to keep her body in shape a slut will wear heels at all times. She will never wear pants or pantyhose. Her cunt must be accessible at all times. She will only wear a bra when it is needed to push her tits up. She will not wear panties unless instructed. At family events she will not wear revealing clothes but her cunt must be available."

Frank smiled and nodded his head. He explained they had gone over the rules during their long drive today. He said he bought the heels and some other goodies while in Olympia and of course he used my credit card as he knew I would want to pay for the Slut's wardrobe. 

He had the key to the locks on her heels and hadn't decided if she would sleep with them on or not. They also stopped at an adult store where he found the nipple clamps. Frank was pleased they were beaded since it matched the theme of the slut....the Bead Slut. He was only a little upset they didn't come in a matching purple.

"Now slut, tell your husband what we did from the moment you arrived at my room this morning. Remember to describe things explicitly and use the language a slut would use. I want you to look at him as you speak," ordered this man, fifteen years younger than me, though years ahead of me in confidence and cockiness.

"When I arrived at Frank's room he had me pull up my skirt and show him my pus...cunt. He told me we were going out for the day and I was to only speak when he spoke to me. I was his slut and I should not pay attention to anyone but him. He then had me pack his clothes so they would be ready for the bell boy to move to this suite. While I was packing Frank went to the drugstore where he bought some rubbers for me and two pre filled enema bottles. He told me slut's must keep their assholes clean. He took me in the bathroom and had be bend over while he pulled up my skirt. He filled me with both bottles of liquid and had me sit on the toilet. I was not to expel the liquid until given permission. Frank pulled out his beautiful cock and had me suck it to keep my mind off the enema. After a few minutes he left the room and let me expel the liquid and clean up."

I could not believe Lori. She was speaking as though Frank was doing her a favor, not using her as his toy. He had a smug smile on his face and told her to continue. She described how they met David in the lobby and got in Frank's Yukon. Frank drove, Lori was in the front and David in the back. 

Once they got out of Seattle Frank pulled over and told Lori to get in the back seat with David. He told her to suck David's cock but he was not to come in her mouth. Frank told David when he was ready to shot to cum in a plastic cup he handed to David. It was a specimen cup with a lid that Frank had picked up earlier. Lori said she did as told and was able to bring David off quickly. He filled the cup with a few teaspoons of cum and placed the lid on it. 

After about a half hour of driving and of Frank and David discussing business they stopped at a donut shop. Lori realized how hungry she was, she hadn't eaten in nearly 18 hours. Frank and David went inside and had coffee and donuts while Lori was left to watch the car. When they returned Frank brought out a danish roll for her to eat. Before he gave it to her, he told her the mark of a truly good slut was her willingness to eat cum. Not just during a blow job but during any circumstance. Once she savored or actually longed for the cum she would be proudly able to call herself a slut. 

At this Frank took the cup filled with David's ejaculate and poured it on the Danish. He handed it to Lori and said only one word, 'EAT'. Lori's face reddened as she was humiliated by the thought of eating cum in this manner. She hesitated and began to plead for Frank to reconsider. He became agitated and told her she could use her safe word or eat the donut. No negotiations. Lori closed her eyes and ate the cum covered pastry while the two men watched. 

When she finished Frank asked if she wanted to finish his coffee. She reached for the cup but Frank put it on the roof of the Yukon. He looked around the parking lot and unzipped his pants, pulling his cock out. He reached for the cup and slowly began to piss into the cup till the half filled coffee cup was now full. He handed it to Lori and said she had better not ever refuse him again. Lori drank the concoction.

I could not believe what Lori was saying. I noticed how her chest had become flushed and her nipples seemed to harden. I could smell her sex. She was getting off reliving this. Frank looked at my lap and said I had better be careful I didn't;t mess my pants again. He said I should have better control. I could feel my face flush in embarrassment and anger.

Lori continued, "we drove into Olympia and Frank had me get out of the car a few blocks from David's house because he didn't want the neighbors and David's wife to see such a slut in his truck. David smiled at me and said goodbye while I got out. I waited on the corner in the cold and Frank picked me up shortly after. 

We went to the specialty store where Frank picked out these heels and the dress I will wear tonight. He also picked out a few other outfits. He had me walk out of the dressing rooms into the store to show him each item. Luckily there was only the saleslady there who Frank knew. I could only wear one item at a time, so when I tried on a blouse I had to come into the room without anything else on. When I tried on the heels Frank made me come out wearing only the beads and heels, like I am dressed now. 


The sales lady seemed disgusted with me but Frank said to add another hundred dollars on the credit card for her understanding. After that she didn't say a thing. Next we went to the adult store where Frank found these nipple clamps and a few other toys."

Frank took over, looking at his watch and noticing the limo would be her in a few minutes. "Next we started our drive back which is when I called you. Like I said she really loves to suck my cock, don't you slut?"

Lori turned towards him and answered, "Yes, Frank I love sucking your cock and eating your cum."

"She got so horny sucking me while we drove, thank goodness I ordered the bench seat in my Yukon, that she was begging for me to let her cum. 

Being a nice man I gave her the choice. I would pull over at the next rest stop and fuck her or we could wait till we got back here to the hotel. The only catch was, if she wanted to cum in the truck she had to remove all her clothes until we reached the city limits of Seattle." 

"I was sure she would wait but she is more a slut than I thought. She had her clothes off before I knew it. We stopped at the next rest stop and I let her climb on my cock. I don't think your wife was even half way down my shaft before she started cumming and moaning like a cow."

Lori face reddened and I could see the hurt on her face when he called her a cow. Frank then told me a trucker pulled up alongside his Yukon and watched Lori fuck herself silly on his cock. The trucker knocked on the window and asked how much the whore charged. 

Frank told him she was his slut and her cunt was off limits, it belonged to him only. But, he said she would be happy to suck him and any of his trucker friends off in the men's room for free. The trucker who was probably Lori's age but fat and out of shape quickly got on his CB letting truckers know there was a party at rest stop 57. 

Frank stopped there and said we had to be get going. He told Lori to get dressed. She walked over to the closet and pulled out a Black cocktail dress. She pulled it over her head and let it hang from her body. 

It was meant to be worn with a slip or at least underwear and though not transparent it showed every inch of her body. Frank looked at her and told her to go in the bathroom and remove her leash and nipple clamps. He said we might get arrested if she went out like that. Lori and I both sighed quietly to ourselves. 

We went down to the lobby and caught the limo to the Space Needle restaurant. The restaurant is atop the needle and turns slowly giving you a 360 degree look at the city. It was very nice. Lori caught the eye of many of the patrons who probably thought a women her age shouldn't dress so provocatively, though many of the men probably wished their wives would or even could.

Frank ordered for Lori telling the waiter she was on a diet and she would only have a dinner salad with the dressing on the side. Frank ordered a steak and me the salmon. He also ordered a glass of white wine for Lori and a bottle of red for us; a very expensive bottle of wine at that. 

When the salad arrived Frank pulled a cup from his pocket and asked Lori how many rubbers had she emptied after her visit to the men's room at the truck stop. I have never seen her so humiliated and embarrassed. She answered with one word, ten. Frank spoke just loud enough for us to hear.

"Yes, Lori sucked off ten truckers this afternoon. I was proud of the slut. A couple of the guys were to stinky even for a slut to suck so I just let them jerk off on her tits. You would have been proud of your wife. After she blew each guy she would thank them, remove the rubber and tie it off and lick their cock clean. She walked back to the truck naked holding on to her collection of rubbers. A very fine slut she has become," 

Frank said with a amused look on his face as he dumped the contents of the cup into the dish full of salad dressing. 

He continued talking as he poured the cum laden dressing over her salad, "Ten men. Each with a load of cum. Some creamy and full, others just barely a dribble. Like I said a true slut learns to love the taste of cum, all types of cum. Isn't that right, slut. Say it for your hubby to hear. Use full sentences like I taught you."

"Yes, Frank a true slut learns to love the taste of cum," with that she started to eat her salad. Once the waiter brought the wine Frank poured a small vial into her wine glass.

"Of course at a dinner like this, I knew you would like to be a complete slut, so I was thoughtful enough to bring a little of my piss to mix with your wine. Now what do you say?"

"Thank you, Frank"

We all raised our glasses to the toast made by Frank, "To my newest slut, may the next two days together be as fun and educational as the one we shared today. And to her husband, who has so generously treated us to this dinner." 

We drank and finished our dinner in silence as we rotated around the city of Seattle.

To be continued...



Bead Slut Ch. 06



We finished dinner without any more humiliating acts concocted by Frank. Lori ate her meal and drank the wine in silence. When we took the elevator down to the ground level Frank brazenly squeezed my wife's ass in front of the other diners. They looked on in disgust, thinking alcohol had taken this couple beyond their sense of decency.

When we entered the limo I was certain Frank would continue his assault of Lori. To my surprise we drove in silence to the hotel and went to the suite without any conversation let alone contact. Perhaps the day had been too tiring for him and rest was on his mind. When we entered the suite he finally spoke.

"Go to your room, but leave the door open. Your wife has been a good slut and deserves to be made love to and pleasured by me without an audience. Good night."

Lori smiled and perhaps the humiliations of the day faded away as she realized her lover was going to give her what she has wanted all day. She gave me an understanding look and whispered good night to me. I walked to my room and readied myself for bed.


I heard their lovemaking, but it was void of nasty talk and self degradation. Her moans were of a women reaching pinnacles of pleasure never reached before. I laid in the dark thinking of how Frank was bringing her the gratification I never could. After what sounded like multiple orgasms I heard Frank bellow as he climaxed.

There was silence for a while, followed by quiet whispering. I heard the rustle of the bed covers and the sounds of steps on the carpet. I looked towards the room and in the door way I saw the silhouette of Lori, nude except for the heels with the moonlight lighting her body like an old black and white movie. She walked to the end of the bed. I heard her voice, though I could not see her face clearly. I sensed she was crying softly.

"I want to tell...well actually Frank wants me to tell you. I am sorry. You must do this for me, please. If I want his cock again and I do...you need to..." her voice cracked and I knew what he told her. I knew why she was crying. I knew what he wanted, what I would only dream of, I thought like him but could never act like him.

"It is all right. I know, you don't have to say it." my voice nearly stuck in my throat as I spit out the words.

Lori walked over to the bed and stepped up on it. She rocked on her heels as she moved towards the headboard. She placed her arms against the wall and straddled my head. I looked up in the dark and could make out the image of her swollen cunt lips as she slowly squatted down towards my face. Her pussy felt cold as it first touched my lips, cold yet wet. I stuck out my tongue and tasted the mixture of their juices as she rocked back and forth on my face. It did not seem long, perhaps minutes but she clamped her legs tightly on my head and I could feel her body tighten as she came.

His voice boomed in the room as the lights came on, "I told the slut, you'd be happy to eat my cum from her cunt!" 

In the bright light I could see the swollen tear filled eyes as she got off the bed. I looked over at Frank, who stood nude with his turgid cock hanging between his legs. She walked over to Frank who gave her a kiss and told her to go to bed. He smiled at me as he switched off the light and closed the door.

The next morning I went to the conference. The door was closed and I heard no noise from their room. It was hard to concentrate, yet I knew whatever was to happen, Frank would be sure I heard all the details. 

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They slept in until late in the morning. Frank woke first and showered and dressed for the afternoon. He gently woke Lori by rubbing the back of his hand across her cheek. When she first opened her eyes she smiled when she realized it was Frank waking her. He kissed her on the forehead and told her to shower and shave her cunt. He unlocked the padlocks and rubbed her feet as he removed the heels.

When she came into the room she was nude and now quite at ease with it around this man. She asked him what he wanted her to wear. Frank looked at the heels and told her for now those would do. Her feet ached, yet she had no second thoughts about putting them on and felt a sense of security as she locked the straps to her ankles. Frank asked what her son was doing on a Saturday and Lori answered they had left him at her Mother and Father's house. Frank told her to call him. 

Lori was unsure of where this was going. Was Frank concerned about her, knowing a Mother wishes to check on her children. She felt funny sitting on the bed nude dialing her Mom, while this fully dressed man stood near bye. 

"Hi, Mom. How is John doing? I meant to call yesterday but never found the time." she tried to keep her voice even as she felt Frank spread her legs apart. He whispered she should talk to the boy until he told her otherwise. "May I speak with him," she asked.

During the few minutes it took for her Mother to call the boy to the phone Frank had started to finger her cunt and twist on her nipples. "Hi...John how are you," Frank pushed two then three fingers roughly in her cunt, causing her to gasp, "No, I'm fine. Just a little tired I was in the gym working out. Tell me about school,"

Frank increased the fucking of her cunt and the twisting of her nipple. He relished her shame and humiliation of his including her son in his games. Lori would grunt little sounds of encouragement while her son spoke. Frank pulled his hand from her splayed legs and stood in front of her. He unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out.

"That's fine John, I'm sorry I just wasn't listening...no I am having a good time," she tried to remain calm as the head of his cock rubbed against her face. She looked up at Frank, pleading with her eyes for him to stop. 

"Keep talking, slut," he whispered as he began to jerk his cock rapidly.

"No, that wasn't Dad, it was the TV. So finish your story about your English...I'm sorry your History project. I am listening John," she apologized as she knew whatever he was saying wasn't registering in her lust filled humiliated mind.

As she tried to concentrate on what was being said she saw Frank step next to the night stand and shoot his load of cum on the wood top.

"Eat it, " was all he said. Lori looked up and didn't know what to do. She could hear her son's voice yet the words meant nothing.

"Eat" he said louder.

Lori knew the TV excuse would not work if Frank continued to get louder. She twisted the phone so the mouth piece was above her head and listened to her son as she leaned over and began to lick up the cum. She tried to be quiet and John seemed to not hear her subdued slurping. She ate quickly and when done looked at Frank. He nodded.

"Listen, Honey. I miss you. Say good bye to Grandma for me. I'll see you Sunday evening" as she spoke the taste of Frank's discharge lingered. She hung up the phone.

"Like I said a slut must learn to love the taste of cum, under any circumstance," he smiled at her and pointed at his cock hanging out of his silk dress slacks. Lori saw a bit of cum glistening from the head. She leaned forward and licked him clean and gently put his cock back in his pants.

Frank told her to put the nipple clamps and leash on. Next he had her put the new blouse they had purchased on. It was sheer but not transparent. That she was wearing body jewelry was evident if one took more than a quick glimpse at her. Next came a skirt that went to mid ankle. It buttoned all the way up the front and he had her leave all but three buttons done. When she stood the front of the skirt rested closed, yet as soon as she stepped the slit would open revealing her legs to mid thigh and to an observant person, the beads.

As they walked through the lobby, Lori took small steps hoping not to expose too much of her legs and the leash. She kept her eyes down so as not to know if people were aware of her under things. They took Frank's Yukon to an industrial part of Seattle and stopped at a bar. It was a bit pass noon and the parking lot was fairly empty. Frank told her he needed a drink.

When they walked in from the bright outdoors to the darkened room it took minutes for her eyes to adjust. It was a bar like many working man's bar; Beer posters and football schedules hung on the old wooded paneled walls. A long bar extended from one side to the other and a spattering of tables and mismatched chairs were circled around an old linoleum dance floor. A juke box stood silently against the wall and in the back were two pool tables. 

Behind the bar was a tall older man, probably the owner, talking to two men sitting at the bar. Two men who had nothing better to do with their Saturday afternoon then drink away their sorrows and talk of plans never completed. To the back were another two men, one black and the other hispanic playing a game of pool. Everyone looked up when the two entered the bar. Not a usual sight at this establishment.

Frank pulled out a stool for Lori and she sat up trying to keep her legs together as the skirt fell open. He sat next to her and the bartender walked the few steps to them. His eyes on Lori.

"What can I do for you folks?"

"I'll have a scotch on the rocks. She isn't thirsty...yet" Frank answered.

The drink was made in an old fashion glass and set on a nondescript white napkin in front of Frank who laid a twenty dollar bill on the bar. "Keep a tab," he directed the man, who shook his head in agreement and walked back to his regulars. The sound of the pool game echoed through the bar.

Frank asked Lori if she was thirsty and she nodded yes, thinking the scotch might settle her nerves. He reached into the glass and pulled out an ice cube and laid it on the bar in front of Lori. The men at the other end stopped their conversation and looked intently at what was happening.

"You can have the ice, but pick it up with your mouth, not your hands" he stated loud enough for the others to hear.

"Never mind, ...I'm really not thirsty, thanks anyway." Lori stammered hoping against hope that he would let her off.

"You asked for something to drink. Don't make me spank you in front of these gentlemen for refusing me." his voice was louder and the noise of the pool game stopped as the other two men walked over, pool cues in hand.

Lori felt her face blush in embarrassment and her cunt gush in excitement. She leaned forward, but to reach the ice she had to push up from the foot rest of the stool. As she did that the beads came into view to everyone but the bartender. One of the men pointed and the bartender leaned over trying to get a glimpse.

Her lips finally touched the half melted cube and she slurped it into her mouth. The taste of cheap scotch filled her mouth. She sat down on the stool and quietly ate the ice cube with all, but Frank's eyes on her.

He reached into the glass and fished out another cube which he held next to her lips. As she moved forward to accept the cube he pulled his hand away and let it fall to the floor out on the linoleum dance floor.

"How clumsy of me. Pick it up, and remember no hands!" he instructed, "pull your skirt up so it doesn't get dirty on the floor."

Lori pushed the stool away and stepped onto the dance floor. She looked at all the men watching her. She pulled her skirt up past her knees, knowing the purple beads were now no longer a question in the men's minds. She dropped to her knees and with her hands behind her back she leaned over and picked up the dirty ice cube with her mouth.

As she straightened up and readied herself to stand, Franks voice stopped her, "Lick up the wet spot on the floor."

She did as she was told, licking the remnants of the ice and the dirt it had mixed with. She stood and let her skirt fall down. She stood there and was startled by the bartender's voice.

"Mister, I'm not sure what is going on here but I don't want to get thrown in jail for anything you and her start."

Frank reached in his pocket and laid three fresh one hundred dollar bills on top of the twenty and said, "No ones gonna get in trouble. If the bar were to close this would be a private party among friends, right?"

The owner looked at the money and at each of his regulars. He thought for a second and reached behind the bar and switched off the 'OPEN' light. He pulled some keys from his pocket and tossed them to the Hispanic man, "Chico, lock the door for me."

Everyone remained motionless and the sound of the bolt lock echoed throughout the bar. Each man knew something was going to happen but what and when they were unsure.

The bartender spoke first, "Lady, what are those purple things I saw."

Lori looked at Frank and saw him nod for her to answer, "it is my...my leash."

"Unbutton two more buttons and show them MY leash," Frank ordered.

Lori undid two of the three remaining buttons and slowly pulled her skirt apart to the waist. She could hear some of the men gasp and the sounds of them moving in for a better view. She kept her eyes down. Her shaven cunt was displayed with three feet of beads hanging between her spread legs.

"Hand it to me."

Lori reached down between her legs and pulled the leash up. She walked, penguin like forward until she was close enough to Frank. She lifted the end and put it into his outstretched hand. His fingers tightened around the beaded lead and he tugged upwards. The knot of beads pushed at her lips and made them puff out to her audience. Frank pulled just enough for the display but not enough to free them from her confines.

"Anyone have money for the juke box?" Frank asked, "the slut wants to dance for us and show us her beads do their little show."

The two pool players rushed to the box and fed it quarters picking songs randomly. They returned and as the music started Lori looked at Frank. She knew what he wanted and her hands let go of the skirt which for a moment covered up her wanton display; until she reached to the lone button and pulled it free. The skirt fell to the floor and her white legs were contrasted with the purple beads.

She walked to the middle of the dance floor and knew all eyes were on her ass. She turned and started to gently sway to the music.

Frank, in an irritated voice hollered, "Slut, the boys can't see with your blouse hanging down like that. Now show them all the beads."

Lori knew what he wanted and there was no will left in her, she just wanted to please him. She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on one of the small round tables that circled the dance area. Her swollen nipples and the beads suspended between them were no longer a secret. She closed her eyes and swung her hips seductively as she pretended she was back at the hotel dancing only for Frank. She danced for a few songs and opened her eyes to see the group of men staring at her.

Frank reached for the pool cue that the black man had left against the bar and placed it between her breasts. With a quick motion he pulled forward pulling the clamps free of her nipples. The burning felt good to Lori.

Frank turned to the man and handed the cue to him. "If you can catch the beads with this and pull them loose, I'll have her suck you off. You've got three tries each, until someone succeeds." He looked at Lori and said, "Just keep swinging your hips like that."

This was a game he had never played or thought of. He was nervous and his first two stabs at the beads missed completely. The third caught them and as he tugged in his excitement they slipped loose from the cue and swung back from her cunt.

"My turn," yelled Chico. He grabbed the stick and with a look of concentration hooked the beads on his first try. Knowing his friend's failure he wisely pulled the tip upward which brought Lori forward towards him. The cue was pointing upwards and there was no way the beads would come loose. 

He smiled at her with yellow stained teeth and said , "Looks like I get a blow job," as he finished the sentence he tugged hard and the beads popped out of her cunt and slid down the pool cue to his hand. He held them up like a trophy for everyone to see. The knot was covered in the thick whitish goo from her pussy.

"Fair and square, but some rules first. No one fucks her, her cunt belongs to me. After Chico here gets his blowjob, the rest of you can do what you want with her, except fuck her." Frank looked at his watch and added, "we have a little over two hours before we have to get back and meet her husband."

Lori felt pressure on her shoulder and she squatted down letting her legs splay open for all to see. The man in front of her opened his pants in a hurry and she almost laughed at the comical look as he rushed to pull his hard cock out of his briefs. 

Almost. Then the smell of sweat and urine hit her nose and she opened her mouth anxious to finish this. It did not take long for Chico to finish and he held her head as he unloaded in her mouth. She swallowed and knew everyone could see her throat contract as she swallowed three times before he was done.

She didn't know the other five men's names and it didn't really matter. She took each of them in her hot mouth and concentrated on pleasing them which would please Frank. They all came fairly quickly and she noticed little difference between them. She thought to herself that the myth about black cock had just been broken. The bartender was last and he pulled his cock out from her mouth spraying his cum all over her face and hair.

She stood, her knees aching and resisted the urge to wipe her face clean. She stood looking at Frank, hoping for some sign that he was happy with her. He only looked at his watch and told the men they still had over an hour.

They all looked at each other, already satisfied beyond their wildest imagination. Like most men hard ons didn't spring magically up. TSo, instead they acted a bit like kids, making her do strange things while they watched. One had her masturbate with a beer bottle. Another put cherries in her pussy and pulled them out and made her eat them. Frank was amused at their actions.

The bartender was the perverse one of the group. He took a bar towel and rolled it tight. He wrapped the center with duct tape, fashioning what looked a little like a dog bone toy, you'd buy for a pet.

"Since she is acting like a bitch in heat, let's see if she can fetch, Chico take this rope and tie her hands behind her back," he ordered. Chico quickly tied her arms, taking a few squeezes of her often handled tits. "Fetch," he yelled as he tossed the rag bone across the room. Lori looked at Frank hoping for his input.

"Don't look at me, I told them they could do anything but fuck you. Now go fetch!" Frank laughed.

Lori ran the best she could on her heels and dropped to her knees to bend over and pick up the rag. It was difficult to stand without the use of her hands but she managed to get up and run back to the bartender. She held the bone in her mouth and waited for him to take it. His large hand roughly slapped her tits, leaving a red hand print on her right breast.

"Next time do not question me, cunt." his saliva spattered her face as he took the bone and walked towards the back door. 

When he opened the door the bright sunlight flooded the room and everyone squinted until they adjusted. The bartender looked outside and seeing no action around the commercial buildings took the rag bone and threw it at least fifty feet onto the gravely pavement of the parking lot.

"Fetch," he smiled an evil grin as he uttered his new favorite word.

Lori knew Frank would be of no help so she ran the best she could out into the parking lot. She looked at all the buildings around her and felt a strange sense of excitement wondering if anyone was looking. It hurt to kneel down on the asphalt and it was much harder to stand once she had retrieved the toy. As she approached the door she could see the five men watching and the new leader of them spoke again.




Bead Slut Ch. 06



"Since you are our little bitch cunt, and are so good at fetching I want to see you act like a real doggy." 

He laughed as he continued, "go over to that planted area and piss like the good doggy you are. We don't want you making a mess in here so do it now or I lock the door!"

She heard the laughter of the men and stood shaking in the cold holding the towel between her teeth. She headed over to the area with her head hung in humiliation. She hated how wet her pussy was getting at the thought of this. The men followed.

"Get on your knees and sniff around for a good place to go," the familiar voice of the bartender instructed. "I want you on your knees with your face in the dirt when you piss."

Lori was on auto pilot again. She dropped to her knees in the small shrubbery area and sniffed around for a few seconds. She then placed her face in the dirt and spread her knees apart. She knew in this position she would mess her legs. She was ready to try and start the flow when she heard a new voice, maybe one of the men sitting at the bar.

"Wiggle your ass back and forth like a good dog."

Lori shifted her ass from side to side and then felt her bladder let go. The warm liquid dribbled out of her cunt and down her thighs; as she pressed harder a stream of yellow finally broke through and splashed loudly on the ground. 

She finished and slowly got up. Her knees and lower legs were covered in mud and urine. Her face was spattered with dry cum and the rag bone hung from her mouth. She walked back to the group of men and the bartender patted her head and told her she was a good doggy.

When they entered someone asked if anyone had any ideas. That familiar voice was heard again. The bartender looked at the pool cue with the beads wrapped around it on the table where Chico had laid it down. He picked it up and slid the beads near the end. He pointed at Lori and told her to lay on the floor. Lori, knew this day wasn't over and laid on the cold, dirty dance floor. She looked up and saw the man holding the beads from the pool cue like a fishing pole.

"Suck your cunt juices off the knot, slut," he ordered "and if the beads fall off the cue I will use my belt on your pretty ass!"

Lori looked up as the beads slowly were lowered to her mouth. They hung precariously from the last two or three inches of the pool cue. She opened up her mouth and felt the knot dip into her mouth as the bartender dropped them. She could taste her cunt and she felt so nasty, laying on the floor that she spread her legs to show everyone her cunt. He started to toy with her mouth by pulling the beads out of reach of her mouth, much like a fisherman trying to bait a trout on his line.

She thought for a moment and realized a slut like her needed to be punished and at the last moment, when the beads dipped into her mouth she bit firmly with her teeth holding onto the strand. As he pulled upward and felt the tension, the bartender knew she wanted the beads to fall off. He let them slip the final bit and they fell onto her face and bounced to the floor.

"OK Mister, everyone heard me. If she dropped the beads I told her I would whip her ass with my belt," he spoke as he addressed Frank.

Frank knew he needed to take control, but he also knew that his slut had dropped the beads on purpose. 

He spoke, "Pull that table over. Slut lean over and hold onto the opposite edge. If you let go or try to get up I'll use his tape to strap you down." 

Looking at the bartender he continued, "Watch yourself. I do not want you taking out your frustration for every woman who ever turned you down on my Slut. If you get too heavy handed, I swear I will turn the belt on you! Redden her ass but no welts or breaking the skin. Understand!"

The man looked up from the table he was dragging to the center of the dance floor and shook his head in agreement. He nodded towards Lori who walked up to him and turned her back to the mixologist. He untied her hands and pointed to the table.

Lori slowly walked over watching them look at her. When her thighs bumped against the cold Formica table top she stopped. She leaned over and felt the cold table against her breasts. She clasped the edge of the table and laid her head to one side, looking at Frank.

She could hear the bartender pulling his belt through the loops of his pants. He bent the belt in half and snapped the leather together making a booming noise that startled her. He walked next to the table on her blind side. She could feel him lay the leather belt on the small of her back and gently drag it across her ass. 

His voice started as the belt slipped off her ass and fell free, "I want you to thank me after every swat. Tell me and everyone here what a cum eating slut you are and how you deserve to be punished."

The room was silent for a few seconds when Lori all of a sudden heard the swish of the belt as it cut through the air. Before her brain could react she felt the sting on her ass and felt her muscles clench her cheeks together. The pain was bearable. She actually had to admit it made her feel good. She deserved to be punished.

Her lips parted and while speaking she looked into Frank's eyes, "Thank you. This cum eating slut needs to be punished. May I have another?"

The next twelve came more quickly. Her response was the same each time and she noticed the bartender was kind enough to alternate different areas of her ass as each blow landed. He stopped and told everyone he was through.

"Turn her over. I am going to fuck her. I want you fellows to use her mouth again. Cum on her face and tits," Frank sounded off as his eyes bore a hole into Lori's eyes.

She felt hands turning her over and her sore ass slid forward on the table until she was able to place her heels flat on the table top. This brought her head beyond the other end of the table so her head and neck hung off the end. She could see the inverted images of men fumbling with their pants.

She gasped as she felt Frank's hands on each thigh as he pulled himself between her legs. There was no lovemaking like the night before. He thrust his cock roughly into her cunt. 

Before Lori could even moan her sounds of ecstasy her mouth was filled with cock. Over the next fifteen minutes Frank continued to fuck her as each man used her mouth. Second loads are usually less in volume but these men had renewed vigor and strand after strand of jism was shot on her lips, face and tits. 

She didn't care. Lori was cumming from the moment his cock entered her and really didn't know how many times she orgasmed. Only after the last man finished did Frank allow himself to lose control. He felt his balls tighten and his cock lengthen as he pumped this woman full of a long held load.

He pulled back as did the others. They all stared at the table where Lori laid in the dim bar lit room. Her knees were bent and her legs splayed open. Cum was dripping from her cunt onto the table. Her upper body and face was stripped with the yellowish goo. Her thighs and knees were covered in dried urine and caked mud.

After a few minutes Frank's voice broke the silence, "Slut. Get up and dress. Do not clean yourself."

Lori slowly got off the table, grimacing as her sore ass slid off the table. She just wanted to sleep. She didn't care who saw her or where they went. She needed to drift into oblivion.

She wrapped the skirt around her and buttoned a few of the top buttons. She could feel the blouse stick to the cum laden tits and she didn't even bother tucking it in. Frank put the beads and nipple clamps in his pocket.

As she walked to the door each man sheepishly looked at her and muttered goodbyes and thanks under their breath. Except for the bartender who put his arm out to stop her.

"You are really a slut, a slut like you needs to let everyone know what you are." At this he grabbed her blouse and tugged both sides violently apart. Lori made no attempt to stop him and could hear the buttons fly across the room and bounce on the linoleum. 

He grabbed both nipples and twisted them. "Open your mouth, bitch."

As she obeyed he hung his head over her and let a mouthful of his saliva drip into her mouth. "Now get out of my place!" As they walked towards the car with her tits on display and the acrid taste of his mouth in hers she heard his final words. 

"Thanks, Frank. Bring your slut bye anytime."

At that moment Lori realized this wasn't a random bar. Frank's name hadn't been mentioned by her or Frank. This had been arranged. Frank knew at least the bartender. She smiled as she sat in his Yukon and figured she had passed his test. Frank sat in the car and removed her blouse and used it to clean her face and chest. He reached in the back of the truck and pulled out a hooded sweatshirt which he pulled over her head.

The warmth was so nice Lori began to drift off when she heard his voice. "Just one more quick stop before we head back to the hotel." 

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I finished up at the conference early and rushed back to the hotel. Why I do not know. They were not in the room and I figured Frank's last day with Lori wouldn't be in the hotel. 

I sat in my room till after five when I heard them enter the suite. I wanted to go into the room but thought better of it.

I heard soft voices and then heard the bath tub being filled. An hour or so later Frank entered the room. He sat on the bed opposite of me and spoke, for the first time, as if I were a peer.

"She had a very trying day. She will explain it to you on your flight home. I put her to bed and I'd like you to leave her alone, " he noticed my quizzical look and continued, "I think it will be best for Lori if I left tonight."

That was the first time I remembered him using her name.

He pulled an envelope out of his pocket and laid it on the dresser. "Don't open this tell you hear me leave." I saw him for the last time as he closed the connecting door.

I waited until I heard him leave the suite and picked up the envelope. It was blank but when I opened it there was a short letter addressed to 'Slut's husband'. I thought to myself that he never had asked for my name. 

It went on:

Lori is a remarkable women who in these three days exhibited an understanding of her submissive side. As did you. I would like to see her again. I will be in San Francisco in six months. You can obviously not tell her of this letter, which I would understand or if this has become a part of your life as well, you may share it with her. I have enclosed my address. 

As a final act today I pierced the slut's left nipple with a gold ring. It has been soldered closed. Lori has the instructions on the care of the area for the next two weeks. She wears your ring on her left finger and now mine on her left nipple. If she is to be my slut the ring must stay. If she is not, cut the ring free and send it to me. I will know then to never expect to hear from either of you. 

Frank

That was three months ago. We haven't contacted Frank as of yet, but the gold ring still hangs from Lori's left nipple.