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The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 01

By: Ahabscribe



Well, this is a bit different than my usual offerings, although my preference for incest fiction tends to bleed through a little here (and more in Chapter 2), so be warned...or better yet, be turned on! I really want to get feedback for this - so I hope to hear from you readers, be it negative or positive as I try something a little different. Enjoy

Oh yeah, this is a work of fiction, any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidence. All characters exist only within my imagination and here on Literotica!

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"Mrs. Lawson, I believe I may have come up with a plan to save your house." My heart almost leaped out of my throat as I heard the loan manager from our bank say those words over the phone. "If you and your husband could be here at 2:00 P.M. we can go over the um, details."

"Absolutely, Mr. Richards," I replied. "Thank you, thank you!" I was almost jumping up and down with excitement. I couldn't believe the nightmare of the last several months actually had a chance of going away.

Our family was one of those hit hard by the recent economic crisis. In better times, my husband and I had bought into this whole adjustable rate loan bullshit and had bought our overpriced and now undervalued McMansion along with thousands of others. When our payments suddenly doubled, we were barely able to keep our heads above water and then when the bottom fell out of the economy and my job evaporated along with the entire machinery company I worked for and Donnie's job cut him to half time, we were dead where we stood. We ate through our savings, the kids' college funds and maxed out the credit cards and just a few days ago we had sat in Mr. Richard's office as he told us that in all likelihood we were going to lose our house.

I have to tell you, I haven't slept much lately. A million thoughts just kept coming at me -- we have three growing kids, Tara age 17, Donnie Jr. age 13 and Molly age 9. Where were we going to live? Would we have to move away? Could we start over now? It's been scary -- hell, the last year or so has been scary. Donnie's forty-three years old and I'm forty. We thought we had life all figured out and now to have the rug pulled out from under us...well, when I told Donnie that Mr. Richards had a solution for us, I actually broke down and cried.

We showed up at the bank twenty minutes early and sat outside Mr. Richards' office, waiting nervously. Donnie had actually put on his Sunday going to church suit and I was wearing my best Sunday dress, a dark blue dress that came to just above my knees. I was wearing my best string of fake pearls and heels. Call us silly if you want to. We're both just one generation removed from the hills of Kentucky and when you go see the "man" you wear your best, anxious to impress the person who holds your life in your hands.

Exactly at 2:00 P.M. Mr. Richards' secretary walked out of his office and gestured to us. Over the past several months, we had come to know Lilly Fox quite well and I suspected my husband had a bit of a crush on her. She was in her mid twenties, blonde, green eyed with big firm breasts and a tight butt and except for the fact that she treated us with kindness and respect every time she saw or spoke to us, I would have hated her pretty little guts. I think she'd seen a lot of folks lately who were in desperate trouble and had tried to show her sympathy as best she could.

"Mr. Richards is waiting for you," she said, pointing to his office door. We nodded thanks and hurried towards the door. As I passed her, our faces met and I swore she was smirking at me -- a change from her usual kind demeanor. It was the smirk of someone who was in on a joke that was being played on you. A shiver ran down my spine, but I dismissed it from my mind as we stepped into the office of the person we hoped and prayed would be able to help us out.

"Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Lawson. Please come in, have seats," Mr. Richards said, rising from behind the desk and pointing to two comfortable leather chairs. He glanced over us at his secretary. "Lilly, no interruptions, please," he said in a confident 'I'm the boss and I damn well know it' voice.

"Of course, Mr. Richards," I heard Lilly reply and again, I shivered as I seemed to hear something in her voice -- some sort of amused, snickering tone. 

I dismissed it as nerves and focused on the loan manager. Mr. Richards was in his mid fifties, balding and a bit of a middle age spread. Still, there was something about him, about his demeanor that spoke of importance and power. For a moment, no one spoke and he stared at us solemnly and we peered back like nervous children. You could feel the tension building in the room. I felt a strange urge to cry.

Finally, Mr. Richards smiled and said, "Well, I know you're anxious to hear how we might save your home and help you get back on your feet financially," he said. He picked up some papers and continued. "Your current payments are sixteen hundred dollars a month and you are almost four months behind. The bank has looked into beginning foreclosure proceedings and unless we can figure something out, I'd say you'll be out on the street before school ends this coming spring." He smiled brightly at us as if this was good news.

"But you told Sonya that you thought you had a solution for us, yes?" asked my husband, the fear evident in his face.

Mr. Richards nodded and replied, "Absolutely, we have a solution. Actually, your wife is the solution." He paused and watched us for reaction.

Donnie and I looked at each other more than a bit confused. "Um, what do you mean, Mr. Richards?" I asked.

"Well, this is a little complicated, but hear me out. A group of bankers like myself and other civic minded folks in the community have gotten together and created a fund, a stimulus package if you will, to help out certain families save their homes if they meet the right criteria.

"The right criteria?" I echoed, feeling a little lost.

"Yes, Mrs. Lawson. I believe that you meet that criteria and can provide the right services that will qualify your family for our, ahem program." He smiled smugly at us and I slowly shook my head, not understanding.

"Services? What services? I was a quality control engineer at the machine plant."

Mr. Richards held his hands together, fingers pointing upwards to form a steeple. "To be blunt, Mrs. Lawson, you're a fine figure of a woman and there are many willing folks who would enjoy being serviced by you."

Suddenly I understood and I felt my face begin to flame. "You want me to have sex with you?" I gasped, not quite believing I had just asked such a question.

The banker grinned, an awful lascivious grin and replied, "Absolutely, Mrs. Lawson, with me and with a great many others."

Donnie stood up, fists becoming balls and he growled, "You motherfucker, I'm going to kick your fat, lazy ass!"

Although I think all three of us knew that that Donnie could absolutely carry out such a threat, Mr. Richards sat and calmly stared Donnie down while he said in a soft and confident voice. "No, Mr. Lawson, you won't. If you lay one hand on me, you'll spend the next five years in jail and your wife and your kids will be on the street in exactly..." He glanced down at the paperwork before him and continued, "In exactly eight weeks."

Donnie took a step forward and said in a strained voice, "You call my wife a whore and expect me to not beat the fucking shit out of you?"

"Absolutely correct. In fact you should get down on your knees and thank God your wife will have the chance to be a whore and bail your ass and your whole family out of the mess you're in. Now, sit down, Mr. Lawson."

"Donnie," I said quietly, reaching out to touch his arm. "Sit down, darling. I love you and it will be all right. Sit down and let's hear what he has to say." Donnie swallowed hard and his fists clenched all the tighter and I thought for a second that he would jump over the desk and clock Richards, but he didn't. A little shiver ran through his body and he let out a long sigh and sat down. Inside me, my emotions were all churned up. I wasn't sure what made me more upset -- Richards' words or Donnie listening to me and sitting back down.

Tension was thick in the room as I turned back to Mr. Richards and said, "So, what exactly am I supposed to do?"

"First thing, I need to see you undress right now," he said, looking at me with a look of great anticipation. I hesitated, unsure. Maybe this was all some sort of sick joke. "C'mon, now, Mrs. Lawson -- you must get used to obeying commands and obeying them promptly." His voice hardened. "Get naked, whore...NOW!" My head snapped back like I had been slapped. His voice -- that sudden, harsh demanding tone sent a wave of emotion that I didn't recognize coursing through my body.

Standing on shaky legs, I did as he asked. I reached behind and undid my zipper and then in one swift motion, pulled the dress over my head, leaving me standing in a standard black bra and panties. The cool air in his office raised gooseflesh on my arms and legs. My nipples hardened under my bra and I told myself it was the cold air, but that didn't explain the sudden moistness between my legs when he had taken that commanding air with me.

"Very nice, Mrs. Lawson. Now lose the underwear -- all of it." I bit my lower lip and shrugged out of my bra, letting my heavy breasts fall free. I had taken good care of myself and despite having nursed three children and having large breasts, I was proud that they didn't sag much. Mr. Richards studied my breasts and said, "Your tits are splendid, Mrs. Lawson, magnificent if I may say so. What are you, a 40 D-cup? And your nipples are incredible." 

At his words, I blushed as my nipples, round like quarters, swelled even more, standing up almost an inch. I shocked myself by saying in a subdued voice, "I'm a 38 D." Then I shocked myself even more by murmuring, "Thank you."

"Now, let's have those panties off." Mr. Richards said, pointing downward between my legs. I bent over and slipped my panties off, stepping out of them and then standing naked before my husband and for the first time since long before I was married, another man. I could feel Mr. Richards' eyes crawling all over my pussy. I had long lips, topped by a carefully trimmed little landing strip. I choked off a moan as I felt a ripple of delicious heat pass outward from my pussy through the rest of my body. I didn't look down, fearing that my labia were already spreading in arousal. I felt ashamed and excited and I didn't understand anything at all.

Mr. Richards sighed and then looked over at my husband who was staring at me as well, veins visible on his neck and face, his face a deep crimson. "Ah, Donnie, you are a lucky man. Your wife is a beautiful woman!"

I felt my whole body blushing at his words, but I felt proud of myself too. I stand five foot, seven inches and weigh on a good day, one hundred-forty pounds. My breasts are still firm and maybe my best feature. I had worked hard to avoid the inevitable stomach pooch from having three children and was proud of my mostly flat stomach. My legs and ass cheeks were shapely from exercise and it wasn't that long ago that I knew I could still turn men's heads.

"May I get dressed, Mr. Richards?" I asked meekly trying to gain rein over the strange emotions running through me.

Mr. Richards pointed me back to my seat and said, "No, Mrs. Lawson, why should I be deprived of such a lovely view. Have a seat and let us discuss your, ahem, duties." I complied, amusing him as I tried to figure out how to sit -- demurely with a leg crossed over the other or with legs open, revealing my steadily dampening pussy.

Mr. Richards stared at me like I was some delicious desert he planned to devour. "Now, as to what will be required of you. Three days a week you will receive a call from Lilly instructing you on that day's assignments. You will be assigned Monday, Wednesday and Saturday -- so stay available on those days and make no other plans." He looked at both of us. "Understand?" When we both nodded, he added, "In addition, on Tuesday and Thursday, you will come visit me here at 2:00 P.M. sharp. In exchange for your services, your mortgage will be brought up to date and paid each month."

"Um...what services am I providing?" I asked, feeling my heart begin to pound as we actually talked about me being a whore.

"Why, whatever you're told to do. Refusal of any request will abrogate the agreement and the bank will immediately begin foreclosure proceedings. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," I replied softly, still amazed that I was agreeing to this and scarcely believing Donnie was standing by letting this happen.

"Well, then, if we understand each other, there's no time for getting started like right now!" Mr. Richards stood up and walked around his desk and pointed to a leather sofa in the far corner. "Donnie, come join me on the couch." He crossed the room and sat down and after my husband quietly joined him, he patted his crotch. I was amazed to see that there was a significant bulge in his gray slacks. "Now, Sonya, isn't it? Sonya, I want you to crawl over here and suck my cock!"

"Crawl, Mr. Richards?"

"Yes, Sonya, crawl over here like the whore slut you are and show me what a good cocksucker you are."

I could see Donnie bristling next to him, but was shocked to hear him say, "Shouldn't I leave the room?"

Mr. Richards laughed and said, "Oh no, certainly not! I want you here, Donnie. I want you to see your wife be the whore she already knows she is." Donnie stunned me by just frowning and nodding meekly. Mr. Richards crooked a finger at me and said, "C'mon you little bitch. I want my cock sucked right now."

Part of me seemed to stand back amazed as I slipped from my chair to the deep carpet of his office. Breasts hanging and swaying, I began to crawl over to him on my hands and knees, trying to deny the heat and the hot and slippery sensations as my labia rubbed together as I moved. I was turned on -- I just couldn't believe it. I crawled between Mr. Richards' legs and slipped a hand over the fabric covered bulge in his pants. I undid the button on his slacks and pulled down the zipper and reached in with shaky hands to fish out his cock. It felt wet and sticky and I didn't understand that, but I was more amazed at its size. Donnie, god love him, is just a bit shy of being six inches long when he's erect and not all that thick. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband's cock, but a thrill went through me as I estimated Mr. Richards at over eight inches and significantly thicker than my husband.

"Mmmmm, I think you like what you've found," said Mr. Richards. "Is it bigger than Donnie's dick?" As I slowly stroked it, I nodded in confirmation. As Mr. Richards chuckled, I shot a glance at Donnie who looked mortified. Mr. Richards reached out and ran a hand through my thick mahogany hair. "Now, Sonya, would you like to suck my cock?" 

I looked up at him and whispered, "Yes." And it was the truth. I did want to suck him and he smiled at me and I took him in my mouth. Now to be honest, I don't suck Donnie all that much. He prefers straight up sex, mostly with him on top. There was a time when we were much more sexually active, but the last few years, it had become at best a once a week event and in recent months, Donnie's sex drive had simply disappeared. Now I was consumed with desire to please this man, to pleasure this big penis and so I did. 

As I took him into my mouth, I realized I was tasting more than cock -- that the wetness and stickiness on the skin had its own taste and I almost choked as I realized that I was tasting sperm and pussy. I had a sudden epiphany, envisioning Mr. Richards fucking his secretary, Lilly maybe moments before we walked in. I didn't matter. Like a woman starving, I ran my tongue up and down his shaft and licked his cock clean before focusing on sucking him, rolling my tongue around his large cock head. I kept my brown eyes focused on his face, measuring what I was doing from his expression and trying to please him. Once in a while, I would spare a glance over to my husband who stared at me with a confused look -- as if he didn't recognize me.

I felt my cunt grow wet and felt my own juices trickling down my thighs. I felt so confused and wondered if somehow, Mr. Richards had perceived my true nature. Was I a slut? Was I a shameless whore? Thirty minutes ago, I was a jobless wife and mother, now I was on my knees sucking a strange cock and I couldn't seemed to muster much more than a glimmer of shame. I was dealing with the fact that I was enjoying this, that I was happy sucking this man's big cock!

I swirled my tongue and tried to recall every little trick that had made Donnie happy over the years and I was amazed to feel my heart thrill to every moan I drew from Mr. Richard's lips. I quivered as he entangled his fingers in my heavy mane of brown hair and guided my motion as he murmured, "Yes, that's it, bitch! Suck my cock, you little whore. You love it, don't you, you cockloving slut!"

And then without warning, I felt him swell and then my mouth was flooded with his spunk -- hot, thick, salty semen. I gulped it down, eager to please him and to not waste a drop. I sucked and sucked until there was nothing left to suck from him and yet, I still sucked him and tongued his still throbbing dick. Finally, it was too intense and he pushed my head back, allowing him to slip from my lips.

"Oh my, yes! You definitely live up to expectations, Sonya!" crowed Mr. Richards. He nudged my husband who sat there in disbelief. "Again, Donnie, I tell you, you are a lucky man!" As he spoke, he took his still semi-erect cock in his hand and gently slapped it against my face, leaving little splatters of spit and cum on my face. "You enjoyed it too, didn't you, Sonya?"

I looked up at him and nodded and then to reinforce my feelings, I leaned forward, brushing my cheeks and lips against the head of his cock, almost worshipping his meat stick, savoring the feel of his velvety shaft against my skin. Donnie's eyes bulged as he watched me literally rub Mr. Richard's cock against my face.

"I believe you will go far, Sonya," Mr. Richards said, standing up. "There is a whore inside of you just dying to get out!" He allowed me to kiss the tip of his cock before tucking it back inside his trousers. Then, so much like a man, he became all business and instructed me to get dressed. When I was dressed and composed, he told me, "Tomorrow is Wednesday, so be at home and wait for Lilly's phone call. Don't disappoint me and I look forward to seeing you on Thursday."

He walked us to his office door and good heartedly patted Donnie on the back. "Cheer up, Mr. Lawson. Your wife is going to make everything all right. Go home and get a good night's sleep knowing your home -- your life is safe!"

We walked out, Lilly Fox watching us from her desk, the smirk still on her face. I felt my face blush anew, seeing in her eyes the knowledge of what I had done and what I had agreed to become. Her tongue flitted out and over her lips and she gave me a little wink and I knew in my heart at that moment that I had been right. I had just licked her cunt cream off Mr. Richard's cock. What's more, just being sure of that nasty fact made my pussy even wetter than it already was.

Most of the ride home was awfully silent. Donnie's hands were clenched on the steering wheel and he was looking straight ahead with his jaw so clenched I thought he might crack teeth. Finally, in an almost strangled voice, he saw. "You actually enjoyed that. You liked sucking that fucker's cock!"

I rolled my eyes as I shot back. "No! I -- I just did what I had to do."

Donnie took his eyes off the road and glared at me. "Bullshit, Sonya. You loved it, rubbing your face all over his cock!"


The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 01



"Fuck you, Donnie Lawson," I said with more anger than I felt. "It was just sex and it was just to save our asses. We get to keep our house, goddamnit."

Donnie sneered at me and took one hand off the wheel and shook it at me. "Married all these years and I never knew you were a fucking whore! You sucked his cock like you were starved for it"

"I told you, Donnie, it was just sex! I did it to save our house." Maybe, I should have let it go at that, but to be honest, Donnie had me pissed off, so I opened my mouth and added, "But it was kind of nice to see a nice hard cock -- it's been a while!" 

Donnie snarled, "You fucking bitch!" and turned the wheel hard, taking us off the road. Our SUV bounced over a curb and skidded to a halt in the parking lot of an abandoned gas station. I yelped as Donnie grabbed me by the back of the neck, fingers tangling in my hair. His free hand fumbled with his fly and he fished out his cock and I was shocked to see him hard as a rock. "You skanky whore -- you like to suck cock so much, suck this, bitch!"

I cried out in pain as Donnie yanked my head down into his lap, fear pumping adrenaline into my body and to my astonishment, my cunt seemed to catch fire at the same time. I opened my mouth and quickly began sucking my husband off. His cock head was coated with precum and I suddenly realized that the whole incident with Mr. Richards had turned my husband on. My God -- had he had a hard on the whole time?

Again, I let myself go, sucking Donnie furiously like I was a streetwalker trying to get her 'john' to cum before a cop came along. I felt like a whore and I loved it and I wondered how I had gotten to be forty years old and not know these things about myself. Donnie's fingers tightened in my thick mane of hair and I heard him groan, "You fucking cunt of a whore," and then he was cumming -- a big load since he hadn't cum in God knows when." I slurped it up noisily and greedily, trying not to lose a single drop.

When his cock head got too sensitive he pushed me away only to see me scoop up a little dribble of his semen on my chin and suck it off my finger. I looked at him defiantly, daring him to say anything. He glared back as he tucked himself away. He resumed the silent treatment as he put the car in gear and pulled back onto the road. 

The rest of the day I got the silent treatment, even through dinner with the kids. By now, all my sweet children were used to tensions running high between their father and mother and just ignored it. Besides, as the day went on, I felt like a great load had been lifted from my shoulders and I was acting more cheerful than any of my kids had seen in a long time. Why not? I had spent months dreading the moment I would have to tell them we were going to have to move and now -- now I wouldn't have to. To be able to see my children grow up in their proper home was worth me whoring. I didn't feel more than a twinge of guilt over the fact that I was basically selling my body to make the house payment and that guilt was more about feeling so turned on about doing it!

Donnie continued the silent treatment all night, turning his back to me in bed and not doing more than grunting during breakfast. After the kids were on the bus and Donnie was dressed for work and at the door, he turned to me and said, "You're going to do this?"

"Of course, I am. Donnie, this is about saving our house, nothing more. I love you. I will always love you. I'm doing this because I love you and the kids."

Donnie shook his head and for a moment I thought he might spit at me. His lower lip curled and he muttered, "Whore," and then he was out the door, leaving me to wait for my call.

It was after eleven when it finally came. "Sonya? This is Lilly Fox at the bank." Damn if she didn't still sound a little smug.

I had been on the edge of my seat since Donnie had left, having cussed out two telemarketers. I tried to sound calm when I replied, "Yes, Lilly. I've been expecting your call."

"You have a 1:00 o'clock appointment at 435 Dallard Ave. Suite 650 -- the Stockman Financial Group -- ask for Gustav Stockman." She paused while I repeated the address and wrote it down. Then before she hung up, she added, "Dress slutty."

I stared at the phone. Dress slutty? I glanced at my watch and shook my head. I couldn't think of an article of clothing that I owned that was slutty and I didn't think I would have time to go somewhere and buy something slutty. Hell, I wasn't even sure of where I could buy something slutty. Then I had a brainstorm.

I scurried upstairs to my daughter's room. At age 17, Tara was challenging her boundaries almost everyday. Two months ago, we'd had a shouting match over an outfit she had bought with her Christmas money. I opened up her closet and began pushing clothes around. There it was -- a red and black plaid school girl's dress, way too short for decency and her school's dress code! She wasn't quite as tall as me, but I had kept my figure pretty well. I shucked off my robe and stepped into it. Oh my god, it was short. The waist band only went up as far as my lower belly and the hemline was, well, if I bent over I was going to being showing off just about everything. 

I walked to my room, my breasts jiggling as I did so. I couldn't help but play a little with my throbbing nipples. They were already erect and painfully swollen. I found a white dress shirt I used with a dress suit. I tied it up under my tits, leaving my belly bare. Braless, my heavy tits molded against the cotton material, my nipples clearly jutting out, almost making the cloth seem transparent. I left only one button done, letting the shirt flare out and offer up a stupendous view of my breasts. I felt my pussy quiver as I realized I was about to go out in public like this. White socks, a pair of white cotton panties and my daughter's sneakers completed the ensemble. I finished the look by pulling my hair back into a set of pigtails and tying them with red ribbons. After applying makeup I looked like an over-aged and depraved school girl.

At five minutes to one, I walked into the lobby of Suite 650. I had just ran the gauntlet downstairs, feeling my face and my pussy burn as people in the lobby of this office building stopped and watched me stroll through. Inside the suite, I wondered if I had the wrong address. A severely dressed elderly woman manned the reception desk and she looked at me over her glasses and said, "May I help you?" in a voice that dripped with contempt.

I hesitated but blurted out, "My name is Sonya. I have a one o'clock appointment with Mr. Stockman."

She told me to have a seat and I did, trying carefully not to expose anything, feeling so naughty with virtually all my shapely legs exposed and feeling my erect nipples throb proudly against my blouse. As people emerged from various offices to speak with the receptionist, they would throw idle glances my way, most pausing to appraise me and then reward me with a smirk or with a lewd grin.

"Follow me," the Receptionist said, suddenly rising from her desk. I followed her down a long hall and into a large room with a huge conference table over which was draped a huge green felt cloth, making it look like the world's biggest billiards table. The old woman turned to me and said, "You will place yourself under the table. Once everyone is here and the meeting begins, you will proceed to suck every cock and lick every cunt sitting at the table. You may begin with anyone you like, but you must leave the person at the head of the table..." She stopped and pointed to the far end of the table where an especially ornate chair was placed, reminding me of a throne. "Leave the person sitting there for last. Any questions?"

I was too surprised to speak. Sucking cock didn't shock me although there were twelve chairs around the table and I never would have guessed I would be doing so many at one time, but licking a woman's cunt shocked me. I had never done such a thing in my life. Again, as I had been yesterday, I was surprised at my own physical reaction at the prospect of doing this. I barely managed to not give a little moan of pleasure as my pussy went from moist to absolutely wet in the time she had told me my duties. 

"Um, afterwards? What should I do?"

The receptionist smiled and said, "Remain under the table until Mr. Stockman instructs you further." At that moment a soft chime rang out three times over an intercom system. "Ah, everyone is being summoned to the meeting. Please take your place." Without saying another word, she spun on her heels and exited the room.

I quickly crawled under the conference table, making my way to the center. I sat kneeling as I heard people enter the room, chatting and talking and one by one, pulling out chairs and taking seats. I heard small talk about business, family, sports, but as they sat, one by one each nonchalantly undid their trousers and let them pool at their feet, except for two women who simply slipped panties off to pool around their expensive high heels. It seemed so fucking weird I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to stop from giggling. Finally, someone sat down on the fanciest chair and undid his trousers as well and then a sonorous masculine voice that would make any woman wet said, "Let's begin the meeting. Collins, how are things in your district?"

I immediately made for the person sitting to the immediate right of the throne chair and felt him jump a little as I placed a hand on his left leg and eased myself up to him and took his cock in my hand. He was already semi erect and with a few gentle strokes I had him in a full erection and then I took him in my mouth and let my sluttish side take over. 

So many thoughts raced through my mind as I furiously licked and sucked this cock -- the least of which was that I for the second day in a row, sucking the dick of a man I didn't know and that that knowledge thrilled the hell out of me. As I was fluttering my tongue over his pee slit, I felt him stiffen and then hot cum was gushing into my mouth. I swallowed it hungrily, gently squeezing his balls to get as much sperm from him as I could.

On to the next cock. He was longer than the first and smelled more strongly of man sweat. I sucked and licked and then felt a hand on my head urging me to take him deep and so I did, doing my best to not gag and glorying in the fact that as I took one inch after another that I was deep-throating someone that made my husband's dick look tiny. His free hand joined his other and I found myself being controlled completely as he moved my head back and forth, fucking my face until he shot a thick load of semen into my mouth that I swallowed like it was nectar. I felt like an absolute slut, reveling in being controlled -- in being used like a common street whore.

I crawled to the next seat and felt my heart begin to triphammer. This cock was black and again, I crossed a boundary. I grew up in an all white community in the Appalachian Mountains and never had an opportunity to be with a black man before Donnie and I were married. I was on him and sucking his dark skinned shaft with gusto, giving him my best effort as a cocksucker, using my tongue like a whirling dervish, licking his long prick like a black all day sucker until he thrust forward and almost choked me with a gusher of steaming hot semen. 

On I went down the line, sucking cock until my jaw began to ache. I had finished one side and turned to face the person at the opposite end from the throne chair and saw a woman's legs spread wide facing me. In the dim light under the table, I could see that she was extremely hairy, but that she was aroused -- her labia bloomed like an exotic lilly. I crept up between her legs, trailing my fingertips along her thighs. I slowly eased my face to her cunt until my lips were almost brushing her wet flesh.  

I could smell her cunt -- so much like my own and yet with its own unique fragrance. I extended my tongue and gave her a few tentative licks. The taste was much like my own, but again different -- less salty than my own juices. I licked it, but was so nervous. Suddenly a hand shot down under the table and grabbed a handful of my hair, fingers twisting around one of my pig tails and then she both scooted forward and rammed my face between her legs, mashing my mouth against her cunt. I took the hint and thrust my tongue out and began making like a pig at the trough, just slathering my tongue over her pussy flesh. Her thighs tightened against my head as I plunged my tongue deep into her cunt and then gave her long licks alternating with nibbling on her fleshy labia. 

As my eyes adjusted, I realized I could see her fat nub of a clitoris emerging from its hood and I licked it and sucked on it and then I began licking her from the bottom of her juicy slit to the top, paying special attention to her clitoris on each pass until I heard her gasp (accompanied by a few chuckles and the sonorous voice scolding with a mild "Calm down."

Her thighs tightened even more against my head and I was astounded to get hit by a burst of fluid -- omigod, she was ejaculating cunt juice into my face. Four solid heavy bursts while I made the effort to just tongue her madly. Her juices trickled off my chin and splashed on my breasts and on my shirt. Finally her thighs loosened and she physically shoved me away. I was thrilled. I had eaten my first cunt and I had made her cum! I could feel her juices dripping from my cheeks and chin and reveled in feeling so carnally nasty.

I resumed sucking cock, another black cock which thrilled my soul. This one not as long as the other, but thicker than any cock I had ever sucked before (alright, before yesterday, that was only two, Donnie's and a high school sweetheart). Three cocks later, I was confronted with my second cunt -- this one as bald as the day she had been born. I threw caution to the wind and like a madwoman, mashed my face into her naked and slippery pussy.

She tasted very different than the other woman -- fresher, cleaner and I knew in an instant that she was much younger than the first woman. I licked and lapped and coaxed her clitoris out of hiding -- this one not as fat, but longer, almost half the length of my little finger, like a tiny penis. She too tightened her thighs around me, but lifted her legs to rest over my shoulders, exposing herself a little better. She really seemed to like my tongue swirling deep inside her pussy, scraping her sweet honey off her sugar walls. I knew she was cumming when I felt her heels beat against my back in an orgasmic spasm before slowly sliding off me, leaving her legs in a wide, careless sprawl. She hadn't sprayed me with her cunt cream like the first woman had, but I felt like I was wearing a facial mask, so heavily coated with pussy juices was my face.

Finally there was the last chair -- the throne chair as I thought of it. Another semi-erect cock greeted me -- maybe seven inches long once I had him stiff. My jaws were sore as hell, but I knew he needed my best and that's what he got. I made love to that cock with my mouth -- inspiring myself by imagining that Donnie was there watching me -- watching me be as complete a slut as I could manage. I sucked that cock and licked it like it was the great love of my life and in a way it was. It took me some weeks to realize how much I relished sucking cock and that to me the most wonderful cock in the world was the cock I had in my mouth at any given moment. 

I did my best to make him last, easing off whenever he seemed to be coming close. I did this several times until finally I sensed we were at the point of no return and fluttered my tongue over the crown of his wonderful penis until I coaxed out a large amount of semen -- shot after tasty shot of his load. It was only as I was sucking the last dribbles of his sperm that I realized that my belly was full with the semen of ten men...TEN MEN!!! 

I started to ease my lips off his cock, but he dropped a hand into my hair and stopped me. I took it as a directive to keep sucking and so I did, licking and sucking him, keeping him from going soft, but not able to get him back to full mast. As I sucked him, I realized that I could hear him talking and that the meeting was winding to a close.

Finally he permitted me to let him slip from my mouth and he pushed back his chair as he said, "Now, ladies and gentlemen, I'd like you to meet our special treat for the day." He held out a hand and helped me scoot out and stand up on shaky, trembling legs. As my eyes adjusted to the normal light again, I saw I was looking at an older, distinguished gentleman, his handsome face craggy with years of experience, wisdom and power -- think Charlton Heston or Gregory Peck in their late sixties. This had to be Mr. Stockman. I felt my heart do a flip-flop as he smiled at me. "It's Sonya, is it not?"

He turned me around so I could see the rest of the people. There was a mix of young and middle aged men and one young red-headed woman in her early twenties and one dark haired woman that was maybe ten years older than me. "Give her a hand, everyone," he said and they all gave me an enthusiastic round of applause. I couldn't believe it, but I actually blushed.

"Now, Sonya, it's the custom of the monthly meeting to reward our top producer of the month, he gets to, um, well make love to you." Mr. Stockman stroked my shoulder gently and said, "Its one hell of an incentive and well, frankly, you make me wish I was back in the field myself." I felt my heart begin to beat rapidly again. I was going to get fucked! Part of me was already rejoicing, my cunt muscles twitching in anticipation -- I was horny as hell. Part of me was going into shock. I had not been with another man in twenty years...not since Donnie and I had started dating. Part of that shock was acknowledging just how much I was looking forward to it.

All around the table, everyone was looking at me with anticipation and hunger. I shivered as I felt my own juices trickle down my thigh. My panties were absolutely soaked! Mr. Stockman pointed to a man in his mid thirties, with thinning blonde hair. "Davidson, you've done it again. Your region has had its best month yet!"

A good natured groan rose from the rest as the man broke out into a grin. I heard someone in the crowd gripe, "Jeezus, Dennis. That's your third time this year!"

Davidson stepped forward and began unbuttoning his shirt. Meanwhile, a few others surrounded me and lifted me and sat me on the table. The dark haired woman stepped up and placed her hand on my thighs and slowly slid them up under my short skirt. I shivered at her touch -- not repulsed, but turned on. She gave me a knowing grin as her fingers hooked my panties and slid them off. She held them up so the crowd could see my cunt juice stained panties and then held them to her face and sniffed. She gave me a wink as others pulled me on the table, undoing my shirt and running their hands over my heaving breasts and stomach and lifted my skirt to reveal my very wet pussy.

I was eased back, my head resting on a pillow that seemed to come from nowhere. Another was slipped under my hips and my legs were spread apart as a now nearly naked Davidson climbed on the table and between my thighs. His cock was long, hard and dripping precum and I moaned with need. I was almost surprised when I heard myself gasp, "Fuck me! Please fuck me!" The crowd around the table cheered and I heard catcalls and comments of "Jeez, what a whore," and "Now that's what I'd call a slut!" And I was. I was a whorish slut in complete rut and I lewdly thrust my pelvis upwards, aching to get that cock inside me. I was absolutely ready to toss twenty years of fidelity away without a second thought!

Davidson ran his hands over my breasts, roughly squeezing them as he settled between my legs. I felt his cock brush my labia and I began to hunch and twist and then he raised his hips slightly and thrust forward and as he clamped his mouth on mine, he rammed his long cock home with a single thrust. I screamed against his probing tongue as cock pierced me deeper than I had ever been touched before and I felt an orgasm rise out of me before we even really got started.




The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 01



As I locked my arms around his back and pulled my knees back to let him get even deeper, I heard someone groan and say, "Fuck, she really loves it!" I sobbed with joy as I dueled tongues with this complete stranger while our bodies found a mutually satisfying rhythm. Very quickly, Davidson was slamming his cock into me at a fast and hard pace, our bodies slapping together wetly as we both became coated with fuck sweat. My breasts bounced wildly beneath his chest and I felt feminine hands ran over them from both sides -- long, lacquered nails pinching my swollen nipples constantly, adding to my ever building pleasure.

Soon our kiss ended as we were both gasping for air and we became two wild, clawing and scratching beasts of lust. I heard cheers as I began to scream my demands to be fucked and fucked hard! More cheers accompanied Davidson's groans as I tore twin tracks of blood down his back with my nails as I began to convulse, my orgasm reaching an intensity I hadn't known in years -- if ever! Then the man began to cum and I felt my insides grow even hotter with the liquid heat of his load of semen splashing my womb. The world went white hot for a long minute and I was lost in ecstasy.

When I came to myself, Davidson was climbing off the table and I felt the loss of his cock in every fiber of my body. I held out my arms to those men nearest to me and undulated my pelvis, moaning, "Please...more?" 

Mr. Stockman appeared and held out a hand and pulled me up to a sitting position. "Pace yourself, my dear -- there will be other times I'm sure." He stroked my face and smiled warmly at me. "My god, but you're lovely, Sonya. Richards has outdone himself." His hand felt good on my skin and when his thumb ran over my lips, I couldn't help myself and I sucked at it eagerly. He laughed and said, "By god, you are an eager one, aren't you? You remind me of my daughter -- always ready for love."

Mr. Stockman turned to the dark haired woman who had removed my panties. "What do you think, Joan? Doesn't she remind you of, well, you?" I stopped sucking his thumb as my mouth dropped open in shock. This lovely woman whose pussy I had just eaten was his daughter! "I swear, Joan, I think she's the first woman to suck me with as much enthusiasm as you in many years."

Joan smiled and said, "Now be nice, Daddy. I think we're shocking her." She gave her father a kiss on the lips and then and leaned in and gave me a kiss on the mouth. "We don't want to scare her off. I'm looking forward to getting to know you better." She smiled as she eased closer, her hand on my bare thigh again, slipping upwards until her fingers were gently stirring between my spread and cum covered cunt lips. Then in front of her father she held up her cum covered fingers and slowly sucked them clean.

Mr. Stockman laughed and said, "And I look forward to seeing you and her together, dear, but we do have a business to run." He turned and glanced at his executives getting ready to exit. "Back to work, gentlemen. Don't forget the tip bowl, either." He patted my cheek one last time and said, "It's been a pleasure, Sonya, until next time. He moved towards the now open door.

His daughter kissed me again and then held up my pussy stained panties, twirling them from her index finger. "Souvenir," she sang out and laughed and then went and caught up with her father, drawing a laugh from him as she held my panties to his nose. They left the room arm in arm, never looking back.

I eased myself off the table and tried to pull myself back together. I tied my shirt back in place and tried to tug my skirt down so as not to expose my now bare and cum filled cunt. I found a washroom off of the boardroom and got my hair combed and was nearly presentable. I was heading for the exit when Mr. Stockman came back in, holding a lovely, but small glazed pot.

"Ah, you haven't left yet. Good." He held out the small pot. "Here. I know you've made arrangements with Mr. Richards, but I always think its good policy to tip our whores." He smiled toothily and added, "Especially the really excellent whores."

I took the bowl and looked into it and gasped. It was filled with fifty dollar bills! I was totally flabbergasted. "I -- I don't know what to say. I -- surely, I can't take this!" I said.

Stockman patted my cheek again as he might a child that amused him and said, "But of course you can, Sonya. You fuck for money, take it when it's offered to you." He turned and walked out of the room. Then the elderly receptionist came in and while failing to not smirk, asked me to follow her. She escorted me back to the reception area and showed me out.

I walked back to my car in a daze and sat there for quite a while trying to think what I should do next. Finally, I counted my money. There were eleven fifty dollar bills and at the bottom was a hundred dollar bill -- six hundred and fifty dollars total! I sat in my car and just let it all soak in. I had just sucked ten cocks, licked two pussies and had been fucked by someone who wasn't my husband. In doing so, I was making the house payment and getting money to boot. "I'm a whore!" I said to myself. I didn't feel ashamed at all. In fact, I felt almost reborn. I was maybe for the first time in my life, completely sure of who I was.

I drove home, stopping at a discount store to buy a cheap, but long raincoat. I wasn't ashamed of being a whore, but I wasn't ready to explain to my children why I was dressed so sexily...not yet anyways. I came home to find my eldest Tara supervising the others as they all did their homework in the kitchen. She gave me a curious look, but the others were too busy trying to get done so they could go play videogames to do more than say "Hi, Mom!" and kiss my cheek. Tara informed me that Daddy was lying down upstairs with a headache.

I smiled and headed up to our bedroom. I was pretty sure I knew how this was going to play out. Our bedroom was dimly lit -- one small bedside lamp on and Donnie lying on the bed. He came up quickly and sat looking at me accusingly as I shed the raincoat.

"Oh my fucking god," he said, eyeballing my sluttish outfit. "You went out in public dressed like that?"

I stood and face him, my legs spread slightly apart. "Not exactly," I replied. "When I left, I had on panties." I undid the skirt and let it pool at my feet, revealing my still cumstained and gaping open cunt.

Donnie came to his feet like he'd been hit with a cattle prod. "What the fuck have you done?" He said through gritted teeth. "What fucking whorish thing have you done, you bitch?"

As I undid my blouse and let it fall, revealing my breasts complete with my still red from being pinched nipples, I said, "Well, where should I start? Sucking cocks or getting fucked good and hard for the first time in a long time?"

Donnie sprung at me and grabbed me by my long hair. "You WHORE!" he screamed in my face. He dragged me by my hair over to my makeup table and bent me over the chair. I heard his zipper and then the sound of key and coins spilling as he dropped his pants. "You fucking whorecunt bitch. You like getting fucked -- fine, get fucked by this!"

I grunted as my husband slipped his cock into my cunt for the first time in several weeks. It felt different -- no, it was different, knowing that he was sticking his cock into me and getting himself coated with another man's cum. "Mmmmm, you like that, baby," I cooed. You like my hot cunt? You like feeling all that sticky sperm already in there! Well, fuck me, baby! Fuck your slut!"

My words seemed to both arouse and enrage Donnie and he fucked me viciously, his groin slapping against my ass while he cupped my tits and squeezed them hard. I must confess I liked it too. I liked this angry fucking by my husband just as I liked knowing that while on some level this aroused him and that on another level he was feeling humiliated. It didn't take long for either of us to reach orgasm and I felt him explode inside me and then I was cumming too. It ended with me on my knees cleaning his cock of all the semen, his and Davidson's and my juices while he stared down at me with a mixture of fear and loathing and yes, love. He barely spoke to me the rest of the evening and we fell asleep in silence. 

I lay there awake for quite a while, reliving the events of the day. I felt completely alive and I marveled at not realizing this about myself before. I had whored myself out and I had enjoyed every moment of it. I vowed to myself to be completely fearless and to push the frontiers of my new world without exception. I knew I now had a serious addiction to cock and hungered again for the new experience of pussy. I slipped into a fantasy, playing with my pussy and imagining Joan Stockman licking me while I sucked her father. I fell asleep knowing that that fantasy might come true.

The next afternoon, I was right on time for my appointment with Mr. Richards. I wasn't sure about a proper wardrobe, so I was wearing the sexiest thing I owned. It was a short black dress I usually wore to Donnie's boss's annual New Year's Eve party. It came up about five inches from my knees and had a modest plunging neckline. You couldn't call it slutty, but I think it did show off my best attributes and I knew I could turn a head or two with it.

Lilly Fox emerged from Mr. Richard's office at three minutes after two, looking smug and chipper, her face a bit flushed and breathing a mite heavy. "Mr. Richards will see you now," she said, tossing me a knowing wink as I strutted by her.

Mr. Richards was sitting on his sofa again, sans pants and shoes. His cock was standing straight up and glistened in the fluorescent lights of the ceilings. "Ah, Mrs. Lawson, right on time," he murmured as he watched me stride right up to him.

"Should I get naked, sir?" I asked. I said it in a meek tone and was rewarded by his cock swelling a bit and bobbing a bit higher.

"Ah, you learn quickly, Sonya. I like the respect I hear in your voice. Yes, by all means, undress." He had me walk around in my high heels for a few minutes and then had me crawl to him from across the room. Mr. Richards instructed me to clean his secretary's cum off his cock and informed me as I licked her juices off. "I resisted cumming in her today. I wanted you to be the beneficiary of all my seed today, Sonya -- a reward for your good work yesterday. Gus Stockman is quite pleased with your work yesterday. Said, you suck cock like you love it." 

Mr. Richards stroked my hair as I whispered, "I do love sucking cock." I ran my tongue up the length of his shaft and tenderly kissed the swollen head. "You taught me that, Mr. Richards. I love your cock. I'll suck it whenever you tell me to. I'll suck you off in front of my husband again if it pleases you. Even if I had my house paid off, I would suck your cock because I love it so much." And the crazy thing is, I meant every word of it!

I worshipped that man's erect penis as best as I could muster -- as if it were the last cock I would ever go down on and I wanted it to last and last and when Mr. Richards finally cried out as he thrust deep into my mouth and let go with a thick blast of semen, it was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me. I almost wept with delight at the incredible load he had built up.

After I was dismissed, I lingered outside his office and waited for Lilly Fox to end a phone conversation. She hung up the receiver and looked at me. "Yes, Mrs. Lawson, can I help you?" She smirked at me with the knowledge that I would be licking her juices off her employer's cock for quite some time to come.

"Well, yes, I hope so." I felt a little nervous around her, why, I wasn't sure. "I was hoping to go shopping for some uh, more appropriate clothes for my assignments, but I'm not sure where to go..." I trailed off, hoping she understood my question.

The secretary studied me for a moment and then smiled, this time with more kindness than before. She pressed a button on her telephone and said, "Mr. Richards. Its almost three -- can I take off a bit early and help Mrs. Lawson shop for a new wardrobe?"

I heard Mr. Richards chuckle and reply, "Absolutely. Take her to Victor's. I'm sure Sonya will appreciate their special discounts." 

Lilly had me follow her in her car and we drove to the far end of town, near the airport. We passed several strip clubs and finally stopped at a large blockhouse building with a large sign outside that said, "Victor's Erotica. There were several cars in the gravel parking lot and I felt an excited tingle between my legs. We were definitely on the wrong end of the city -- a place that most of us only knew from infrequent news reports on the ten o'clock news or brief articles in the newspaper when the police would raid the establishments for prostitution.

Taking my hand, Lilly led me inside, through the metal detectors and past a large, black doorman who nodded to Lilly. Inside, she paused to let me take it all in. The place was huge -- massive rows of adult DVD's and magazines and books. To the right side was the novelty section and my eyes hungrily scanned over the dozens of dildos and fake cocks displayed amongst the other sexual "aides." Lilly then led me to the left side where there was a vast section of clothing.

I felt like a child turned loose in a toy store. I couldn't believe the outfits I saw. Some designed for strippers, others for the bedroom, others just for dressing up sexy and going dancing and clubbing and others aimed for hookers in a hurry. Lilly and I giggled our way through, looking at dresses and tops and things that a week ago I would have been mortified to be seen in public in. Before we were done, I had what amounted to two large shopping bags full of dresses, tops, underwear and other things.

As we shopped, other folks passed in and out of the store -- several men looking nervous or tense, a few couples both red-neck and uptown in appearance and a few women who appeared to be wives and mothers like myself.

We finally made our way up to the cashier in the center of the building. He was a large, heavy set man with a three day old beard, several food stains on his grungy t-shirt and a grin that made me both frightened and turned on. He rang everything up and then nodded and winked at me when Lilly told him I would get the special discount.

"Well, sugarpuss, that comes to four hundred and twelve dollars." He looked me over, up and down like he was appraising a side of beef and said, "Shit, let's just call it four hundred even."

I nodded, expecting the bill to be much higher and pulled my wallet out of my purse -- thankful now for the tip money from yesterday's assignment. I felt Lilly lean in against me, her youthful, pert and oh so bountiful breasts rubbing against my arm in a way that thrilled me to my very core.

"Sonya, sweetheart -- you're a whore. You never pay in cash what you can pay for in trade," 

I turned and looked at her in surprise. "You mean I'm going to have sex with someone..." I managed to get out before Lilly pressed a finger to my lips. 

I looked up at the cashier. He said, "I reckon four will do -- let her have room three." He extended a big grimy paw. "I'm John by the way. Do we have a deal?" I looked at his hand for a moment and then reached out and shook it, nodding my head as I was absolutely struck mum with shock.

Lilly walked me through the labyrinth of DVD racks towards the back of the store. We took some steps up to the second floor and stopped at a door with a big three painted on it. There was a red light bulb, dim at the moment, above the door. "What do I do?" I asked Lilly.

"Go in, turn on the light and have a seat. I'm sure you'll be able to figure things out from there. Just stay until John comes for you." Lilly ran her fingernails lightly down my arm. "Oh, and have fun, slut!" she added and walked away, calling out, "See you, Tuesday!"

I watched her for several seconds and then became aware that I was the focus of scrutiny of several other patrons. I stepped into the room and flipped on the lights. The room was bare except for a padded kitchen chair -- more a cell than a room -- maybe ten feet by ten feet. On three sides were cheap, large, unframed mirrors. On the remaining wall was a perfectly round hole -- maybe three inches in diameter and I wondered about rats. I sat down nervously on the kitchen chair and wondered what would come next. 

Less than a minute later, my question was answered when through the hole in the wall a hard dick slipped in and stopped scant inches from my face. I clapped my hands to my face in surprise. I had heard Donnie crack jokes about glory holes before, but never expected to see one in action, yet here I was, sitting alone in a room with one that was now in use. The penis was long, maybe seven inches and I felt that now familiar desire and hunger well up inside me.

I scooted my chair up closer and closed my mouth over the mystery cock and slathered my tongue over it. I could hear someone on the other side groan and I began sucking him voraciously. He smelled of musk and sweat, like a man who had worked hard all day and hadn't had a chance to shower since this morning or perhaps last night. I liked the smell and wondered about the man behind the wall. 

I wanted to please him and I knew that the only way I could that was to make him cum, so I did my whorish best to pleasure his erect penis. I deep throated him until my lips kissed the wall and I heard him gasping and shaking, a bunch of loose change or something jingling in his pocket -- a redneck wallet chain perhaps. Then I heard him cry and I tasted his semen, extremely salty splash into my mouth, three sharp bursts and then a few weaker ones as I sucked and sucked. He withdrew with a gasp and a hoarse, "Goddamn!"

I tried looking inside the hole, but the light was too dim. I put my lips up to the hole and called out, "Thank you! You were delicious!" but got no reply. I savored the taste of cum in my mouth and waited for what came next which after about five minutes was another hard cock sliding through the hole, this one not as long, but much thicker and being careful as it barely was able to thread its way through. 

My cocklust was upon me in an instant and again, I made love to this cock as if my life depended on it. I heard no voice on the other side, just a constant breathing that rose and fell as I licked and tongued his magnificent meat stick. I experimented, focusing one minute on using my tongue, the next gently scraping my teeth over the crown and then next sucking on him as hard as I could.

He took longer to bring to orgasm -- whether from my desire to prolong it or from his own level of self control, but the sweat was pouring down my face and I could smell the stink of cum and male musk growing thick in the room and then he cried out and the wall shook as he slammed himself against the wall and began to cum and cum and cum. It was a river of semen and for a minute or so, it just never seemed to slow down, one thick pulse of cum after another, hot, gooey, lovely tasting sperm. It seemed like a lifetime of me sucking jizzum from his cock and I actually felt a sense of being full and imagined all that nice cum in my belly. Finally, he shrank in my mouth and slipped back through the hole. I heard a hoarse voice whisper, "Thank you, that was mighty fine!"

I called back through the hole, "Oh no, thank you. You taste mighty fine!"

I spent a few minutes catching my breath and waiting for the next cock to arrive. The cashier, John, had said "Four will do," and I wondered what "four" meant -- four hours, four cocks? I thought I heard someone enter the room next door. I sat up anxiously and waited only to feel disappointed when I heard a woman giggling. I sighed. Well, surely I wasn't the only whore in the building.





The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 01



Giggling turned to moans next door and I grinned to myself as I realized someone was getting fucked! As I listened, my state of arousal, already high from being around so many hard dicks, escalated. I tugged my skirt up and rubbed my panty clad cunt, feeling my wetness spreading. The moans escalated to screams and then I heard the woman make several sharp, barking like noises and I realized she had had an orgasm. I wondered what a cock that could make a woman bark looked like.

I quickly got my answer as a very long and hard dick slipped through the hole. He wasn't as thick as the last man, but he was well hung and maybe ten inches by the size of it and maybe best of all, it was coated with a woman's juices! I was on it in a heartbeat, slathering my tongue up and down that cock, taking in the taste of another woman's cunt from another mystery dick. She was delicious and I wished there was someway to lick her pussy too.

I licked that cock clean and then proceeded to blow him like I was going for the grand championship. As I sucked and licked, I wondered who they were -- a married couple out for a thrill or perhaps boyfriend and girlfriend experimenting or maybe just a guy and another whore and this was how he got his kicks. I didn't really care. It was a cock and I was in my element, being a slut and a whore and loving every fucking second that I could feel that wonderful velvety steel flesh of a man inside my mouth, pulsing with life and about to offer me its delicious seed.

And then he came. I heard him snort and growl through the wall and he came in a gusher in my mouth, his cum tasting sweeter and cleaner than the first two (I had yet to learn that a woman can come to know a man's diet from the taste of his semen). I was about to swallow the first spurt when the door opened and a woman appeared. She looked to be about my age with short blonde hair and the bluest eyes and was wearing a denim miniskirt and a halter top. "Don't swallow it!" she hissed, closing the door behind her.

I'm sure I looked like a deer caught in the headlights as she approached. Of course I didn't stop sucking, but I did as I was told and held the man's cum in my mouth. She knelt next to me and watched avidly as I sucked, her hand going to my thigh and slowly rubbing up and down from my knee to up under my dress. "He's my husband," she said in a whisper. I felt a gush of pussy juice soak my crotch as yet again I realized I was going into places I never dreamed existed.

Finally, I had him drained dry and I slowly slid my lips off his cock. He carefully withdrew and when I turned to look at the woman more completely, she almost leapt into my arms, thrusting her mouth against mine as she wrapped her arms around me. When I felt her tongue press against my lips, I instinctively opened my mouth and then we were dueling tongues as we passed her husband's semen back and forth. 

We kissed for several minutes and at some point, I heard the door open and close again and when we finally ended our kiss, a stringer of saliva and cum hanging between our lips, I glanced over to see a short, muscled man standing there in a T-shirt and jeans with a sizable bulge at his crotch. Her eyes were aflame with fire as she rose back up. I could smell her arousal on her and couldn't resist putting my hand under her skirt and palming her crotch. I expected panties but found only a sopping wet mass of pubic hair instead. She gasped and stepped away from me and rushed to her husband and kissed him.

I felt like a bitch in heat, but wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to suck or fuck something or someone, but was dismayed when she said, "Thank you. I hope we see you here again!" and she turned and let herself be led out by her husband. I stared after them and almost whimpered. I was in a high state of arousal and my fingers were quickly inside my panties and I desperately began to plunge them in and out of my sodden pussy.

Then the door opened and in stepped the cashier, John. He was grinning at me and said, "Damn, you're a horny bitch, aren't you?" He closed the door and rubbed the front of his dirty jeans. "Well, three down and one to go and I decided it had to be me." He pointed to the ceiling and for the first time, I could see the small security camera mounted next to the light fixture.

He saw the shock on my face and laughed as he walked up to me. He was a big man, over six feet and heavyset. Long, stringy brown hair flopped back and forth over his eyes as he moved. "Don't worry, its just a camera feed -- ain't no recording device, but watching you suck cock like you do sure got me hard." He reached out and took my arm, lifting me to my feet. My hand came out from under my dress and without asking, her took my hand and sucked my fingers dry of my juices. "Mmmmm -- fuck, that's tasty -- nothing like mommy juice, is there?"

He undid his jeans and let them fall to his feet and sat down on the chair. He wasn't wearing underwear and his cock appeared and I groaned. He was a big man and he had a big cock! It was eight inches at least and very thick. John stroked it and growled, "On your knees, slut. Suck my dick."

He was frankly, a gross man, dirty and grimy and I could smell him -- a mixture of sweat and sex -- semen and cunt, much like this room. And I never wanted a cock more in my life. I fell to my knees and took his big stick in hand and rubbed it against my face. I licked his pole slowly and recognized the taste of semen and pussy. His pubic hair was wild and untrimmed and scraped against my face. I licked and sucked and looked up at him soulfully, communicating with my lips and my eyes to let him know how much I adored his cock. He stared back, grinning lecherously, softly saying, "Suck me, bitch. Show me how good a cocksucking slut you are!"

As I sucked him, I could feel the fire growing between my legs. In all my life I have never felt the need to be fucked so badly -- not on my wedding day or at the peak of my honeymoon with Donnie or any other time.

I let my mouth slip from around the huge knob of John's cock and in a plaintive voice, whimpered, "Fuck me. Please fuck me."

John's eyes widened and he said, "My pleasure," and he heaved me to my feet and reached under my dress and stripped me of my panties. I scrambled into his lap, helped by his hands around my waist. I was crying as I straddled his hips and reached down and lined his big dick up with my open cunt lips. I placed his swollen knob into my cunt hole and then cried out as the big, gross man slowly lowered me onto his cock.

I pressed my lips against his neck, smelling his sweaty flesh as inch after massive inch burrowed inside me. I was cumming before he ever reached bottom -- his knob pressing into my cervix even as I felt his pubic hairs scratching my labia. I bit him as I shivered and shook on his cock, my juices coating his cock and leaking out to soak his balls and thighs.

I loved how this big, fat man felt inside me -- this utter stranger with the big cock, stretching my cunt. As my orgasm subsided, I began to move, to ride John's cock, thrilling to the sensation of his cock scraping my insides, touching me so deep within with the head of his dick -- places my husband has never touched. I moaned as he put his big meaty hands on my breasts, tugging and stretching the material and scooping my tits out to squeeze and maul them.

I bounced up and down, crying with delight as I fucked this odorous man, inhaling his sweat and mine and the aroma of my cunt mixed in with the older smells of pussy and sperm that permeated the room. I ran my hands through John's long, oily hair as he bent his head to mouth and suck my breasts -- his teeth sharply nipping my nipples and sending ripples of mixed pleasure and pain coursing through my body.

I had tasted cunt on his cock and realized as we just kept fucking and fucking that he was going to be in control for a while, so I just let myself become drunk on fucking. My whole world centered on the huge cock buried inside me. I came again, sobbing and clawing at him. John laughed and when I had settled down, lifted me off his cock and eased me to the floor and had me lick my own cunt cream from his throbbing cock. I kissed and licked and sucked and rubbed that erect penis hungrily, relishing now his scent that was so obviously carnal and nasty -- knowing that I now reeked of the same fuck scent. 

When he was again clean, he pulled me back into his lap and like a rag doll, dropped me onto his stiff dick. I worked as best I could, but he did most of it now, thrusting upwards into my cunt and using his hands on my waist to lever me up and down. His breath quickened and then I was cumming again and as my cunt contracted around his cock, he grunted as he bit my nipple hard and exploded inside of me.

I think I screamed from the overwhelming intensity of my pleasure, but mostly I just knew I was cumming and I couldn't stop. My pussy was a maelstrom of incredible ecstasy and I thought my heart would explode because it just kept building and building. I was crying and laughing and in love with the moment -- the only coherent thought I can recall was the overriding question I kept asking myself -- "Why hadn't I known this about myself before?" I think perhaps that was the moment in time where I passed the point of no return. I knew that I was a slut -- that I loved being a slut and that I would spend the rest of my life exploring how far I could take being a slut.

When I was coherent again, I was once more on my knees, cleaning John's cock of our mixed cum while he heaved and wheezed and shivered -- trying to recover from what I hoped was the monster fuck of his life. Finally, resisting my kisses and licks to bring him back to life, John pushed me away and stood up.

"Wooh! I don't think I ever met a gal that likes sucking cock that much!" the big man wheezed as he yanked up his dirty jeans. 

I came to my knees and pulled my dress back up and ran a hand over my cum filled cunt. Streamers of his jism clung and dripped from my fingers and I licked my hand clean, looking at him hopefully. I was ready to go again, but he just shook his head and said, "Get yourself together and meet me at the register and we'll settle up." He walked by, patting my head like a good dog and walked on out.

I got myself straightened up -- hair brushed and looked around for my panties for a minute before realizing that John must have walked out with them. I left the room and walked to the register, getting several knowing stares from customers. I wondered which ones might be the cocks I sucked. Myself, I walked like a woman who had just been well fucked and I relished the feeling of John's load slowly oozing from my cunt and trickling down my thighs.

John informed me that Lilly had already left, handed me my clothes in two large bags and then held out a hundred dollar bill. "What's this for?" I asked.

He grinned -- a lecherous grin I would become very familiar with. "Well, the agreement was to suck four cocks and you did. I wasn't expecting pussy, but was damn thrilled to get it! Consider it an incentive to come back anytime you want. Usually we split fifty-fifty with girls working here. A hot little whore like you can clean up if you want." I grinned and told him I might take him up on that and walked out of there feeling nasty and sexy. I never felt more alive or more beautiful.

At home, my Tara was again helping the younger ones with their homework. My oldest gave me another funny look as I came in still a little disheveled. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and she looked stunned. I realized I reeked of sex. I hugged the younger ones who paid me no mind.

"Where's your daddy?" I asked Tara.

"He's upstairs again. I think he's got another headache," My daughter said in a quiet voice. I turned and headed for the stairs and my daughter followed me and as I climbed, she called from the bottom, "Mom? Is everything okay? Are you and Daddy okay?" Her voice was thick with concern.

I turned and looked down at my oldest and suddenly for the first time since this all began, felt a twinge of shame. Not for what I was doing, but because my child was worried for me.

I gave her my best smile and said, "We're okay, sweetheart." I stopped, wondering if or when I should tell her what I was doing for the family. "Things have been tough, Tara -- for all of us, but they're getting better. I've got things worked out and we're going to get to keep the house. Daddy's a little upset about how we're doing it, but he'll be alright."

For my veiled honesty, I got a warm smile from my daughter and I think she realized this was as far as I could go in telling her now, because she said, "That's good, Mom. I'm -- I'm glad." She gave me a little wave and then walked back to the kitchen where it sounded like hostilities were breaking out between the younger ones.

In the bedroom, I could hear Donnie snoring. He had stripped and was only wearing his shorts. Suddenly my thoughts of rubbing it in his face seemed to be something I could do literally. I shed my dress and eased into bed, throwing one leg over Donnie to straddle his face. I could see his nostrils flaring as he breathed, inhaling the scent of sex. I knew he was seconds from waking and I slid forward and lowered my cunt to his mouth and rubbing my well fucked cunt against his lips.

He reacted instinctively, mouth opening up and tongue emerging and then he began to flail his arms, reaching out to move me off, but I used my knees to pin his arms and ground my pussy into his face, smearing cunt cream and sperm over his cheeks and nose and lips.

"You think I'm a whore, baby?" I cooed, feeling a hot bolt of ecstasy run through me from head to toe. "Is your wife a slut? Taste me, Donnie -- eat my whore cunt! Taste my pussy -- taste it, you bastard." I undulated my crotch against his mouth and was rewarded by the sensation of my husband's tongue doing what it had so rarely done in the past -- made love to my cunt. He noisily slurped and lapped at my hot, slick, jism-slimed pussy while I happily rode his face.

I let him eat me for a few minutes and then gathered my control enough to moan, "You like my pussy, Donnie? You love it, don't you? You love the taste?" He groaned agreement into my cunt. I delivered the big blow. "You love how I taste, you love how my cunt tastes filled up with another man's cum!" I ground my crotch more forcefully into his face. "Eat me, eat your wifeslut clean, you bastard. You love it, don't you!"

I could hear him trying to yell and curse me, but he also kept eating me and his lips found my clitoris and he began to suck and chew and a nuclear bomb went off between my legs and I began to cum and cum, screaming, "I love you, you bastard!" My orgasm was so intense, I blacked out and when I came to, I was on my back and my legs were draped over Donnie's shoulders and he was fucking me mercilessly, his mouth coated with cum juice and streaked with the tears running down his face.

"You fucking whore. I love you!" he moaned over and over and then I was cumming again and Donnie was cumming and we collapsed, still joined together, both of us crying and groaning in joined ecstasy.

In the quiet afterglow of the moment as we lay in the steadily dimming light, we could hear our children downstairs, laughing and banging around in the kitchen. I reached out my hand and found Donnie's and squeezed tightly. "There's no going back, Donnie," I whispered.

He was quiet for a moment and then said, "I know," his voice not filled with anger for the first time since that first moment in Mr. Richards' office.

"I love you, Donnie and I still don't know why this is making me feel the way it does, but I know I can't go back to the way things were. I'm a slut. I love feeling like a slut and I'm not going to stop."

Again, Donnie was silent for a bit before he said softly, "I know."

I rolled over onto my side, my and looked at him. "Can you live with that?" I asked him. I slipped my hand down between his legs and stroked his semi-erect cock. "I know this turns you on and pisses you off, but can you live with knowing your wife is fucking other people and loving every minute of it?"

Donnie reached out and stroked my hair out of my eyes. "I'm not sure. I never felt like this before -- watching you with Richards, I wanted to tear his head off and shit down his neck and I wanted to fuck your brains out at the same time. Its nuts."

"I know," I replied, "But it's the way things are going to be. Donnie, I'm happier than I've ever been and I can't stop now. I won't stop. If we won the lottery tomorrow, I'd keep on fucking and being a slut. If you can live with that -- accept who I am becoming, fine, and inside this bedroom we can let it all hang out -- the anger and the sex, but outside this bedroom with our kids and in this home, you have to be my Donnie, my husband -- the man I love and who loves me. If you can't, you need to leave, baby. It's the only fair thing to do -- fair for you and me and fair for the kids."

Another long bout of silence and then I heard Donnie let out a long sigh. "I -- I'm going to try, Sonya. I do love you and I don't want to lose you and part of me is more in love than ever seeing you be such a whore. He reached out again and drew my face towards his. He kissed me and said, "I'll try, Sonya. I'll do my best."

I snuggled up to him and whispered back, "Then I know we can make it." I feel asleep in my husband's arms believing that everything was going to work all alright.

The next day, Friday was both one of the longest and best days of my life. Longest because I found myself all day wishing that the phone would ring and that I would have an assignment that would have me sucking and fucking and licking SOMEONE! But it was one of my off days, so I spent it catching up on housework and having the chance to rethink how I felt about being turned into some kind a strange variety of whore and about how much I loved it.

Maybe I am fucked up -- maybe something was denied me in my childhood and the promiscuous sex and carnality was filling some void. Maybe I just like getting fucked. I had always enjoyed sex, but now I had the opportunity to absolutely intoxicate myself on pure unadulterated sex and like a willing addict, I was going to follow up that opportunity with all my heart and soul.

Friday was also one of the best days in my life because Donnie and I took the kids out for a fun night for the first time since things had gotten bad and I did my heart good to see them laugh and just enjoy themselves. We splurged for dinner at a nice steakhouse, Donnie even telling Tara she could bring her boyfriend Kyle along. Afterwards, we spent the evening playing miniature golf. It was my first real chance to show off the new me in public. 

No, I didn't dress up like a whore, but I was looking a lot sexier than I usually had before. My denim shorts were as short as Tara's, showing off my long legs and I had a shell top on that showcased my bountiful tits. I got more than my share of hungry stares both at the restaurant and at the golf park from males ranging from teenage boys to old men. I was even aware that Tara's boyfriend was checking me out, especially when I bent over to pick up a ball allowing him a better view of my breasts.

Tara even sidled up to me at one point and whispered, "What's up, Mom, you trying to steal my boyfriend?"

I winked at her and replied, "No, sweetie, just letting him know how hot my daughter will be when you're my age." She turned a shade of red and reached out and squeezed my hand and then went off to capture his attention. It was a very good night. After the kids were in bed, Donnie fucked his whore slut while I teased him about maybe fucking our little girl's boyfriend.

Saturday morning, Donnie took our son and youngest daughter fishing while Tara went off to her weekend job at a local restaurant. I enjoyed the peace and quiet, getting some sun in the back yard. The sun felt good on my mostly naked skin, making me feel warm as I drowsed and wondered what my Saturday assignment might be. Just knowing I might be sucking and fucking soon made my cunt nice and sticky.




The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 01



Finally, the cordless phone began to buzz. Trying to sound completely calm, I quickly picked it up. "Hello...Yes, this is Sonya, how can I be of service?"

To be continued...



The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 02



Here is the continuation of what has emerged as my most polarizing and controversial story yet. Either you love it or hate it...lol. Please read Ch. 01 first to get the full backstory. Because of the focus of this story, I'm choosing to list it under Mature rather than Loving Wives (although I suppose it would almost fit nicely in the incest category too - I'll let the administrators make that final call). I look forward to your feedback, both for the new chapter as well as the first chapter.

As always, all characters are fictional and exist only within the confines of this story and in my mind, Enjoy


I stood in front of my bedroom mirror appraising my looks and I admit, I was both pleased and a little turned on by what I saw. Not too shabby for a forty year old woman. I have a good body, accentuated at the moment by a more than scandalous tube top stretching tightly around my 38D breasts, leaving much of the upper halves of my still fairly firm tits exposed and nipples clearly outlined against the white, elastic cloth. This combined with a short white skirt to make me look like the whore that I've become. The look was completed by four inch 'come fuck me' heels. My longish black hair hung down to my shoulders, framing my brown eyes. I could feel my pussy slowly soaking my thong panties. Time to go to work.

I was just finishing my first week as well, a whore, in the service of a group of businessmen led by our banker, Mr. Richards. Facing foreclosure of our house, I had agreed to provide sexual services in exchange for our house payments. Proof of them keeping their word came in the Saturday morning mail, a notice from the bank informing me that our mortgage was now paid up to date. They showed good faith in me and now I intended to show them good faith right back, partly because I wanted to keep my house and partly because I really enjoyed it. From the moment I first sucked Mr. Richard's cock in front of my husband, Donnie, I came alive as never before and I knew I was never going to get enough. Funny that it took forty years to make me realize I have the soul of a wanton slut! Donnie was struggling with this new knowledge even as he was struggling with his own newly discovered desire for me as a slut. I think in the end it will all work out.

At one o'clock, I pulled up at the address Mr. Richard's secretary, Lilly, had given me. It was a private home, one that made our modest Tudor home look like a shack. I double checked the address again and then looked at my contact name. Grace Thurman. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't say I knew her. I emerged from my car, wondering if any neighbors were watching this scantily clad woman strut up the brick walkway and ring the doorbell.

I half expected to see a butler or an old fashioned maid answer the door, but instead was greeted by a woman maybe a few years older than myself. She was very pretty, short black hair tinged with a hint of silver, cut short like Aubrey Hepburn used to have. Unlike the slender Hepburn she had a body that would stop traffic. She wore a fashionable, modest dress, cut knee length with a slightly scooped neck that did not conceal the fact that God had blessed her with an abundance of breast flesh. Around her neck was a double strand of pearls – the real deal unlike my bargain basement cultured pearls.

I stopped staring and introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Sonya Lawson. I'm supposed to meet with a Grace Thurman." I held out my hand.

The woman took my hand and held it while she studied me intently, looking me up and down like there would be a test later. Finally she nodded. "You will most definitely do, Mrs. Lawson. Arthur Richards wasn't lying when he said you were beautiful." She let go of my hand and stepped back, gesturing for me to enter. "I'm Grace and it's nice to meet you. Please come in."

We strolled down a long hallway and into what I suppose was some kind of library or den. Walls lined with books, several leather chairs and a sofa and a huge, big screen television. She asked me if I wanted a drink and I told her no. She led me to the couch and we sat down. "I'm sure you're curious as to what you'll be doing today," she said, smiling at me mysteriously.

I nodded and said perhaps a bit too eagerly, "Yes, yes I am. I can't wait!"

She laughed, a deep and hearty laugh and said, "Yes, Arthur mentioned you were quite the eager beaver." She scooted a bit closer and said, "Alright then, I get right to the point. Today is my son's eighteenth birthday. Joel has always been a bit backward with the girls – oh hell, he's a complete nerd and he's a virgin and what I want from you is to teach him about the pleasures of a woman. Can you do that?"

I'm sure I looked completely stupid, what with my mouth gaping open like that. To be honest since the moment she had introduced herself, I expected to be making love to her or maybe her and her husband. The last thing I would have expected was for someone to tell me they wanted me to fuck their son!

Grace leaned over and touched me on the knee. "Mrs. Lawson? Sonya, are you okay?" She was still smiling, looking quite amused at my apparent shock. "Arthur said you are a born slut, Sonya. Is taking my son's virginity something you're willing to do?" 

I slowly nodded as my brain processed the information. Let's see, take an eighteen year old virgin, practically a child and fuck his brains out? I could feel myself grinning like a fool as I replied, "Absolutely. I'd love to fuck your son!"

Grace nodded and smiled back and suddenly I think I understood the secret of the Mona Lisa's smile. There was motherly love there mixed with the secret knowledge of sex in Grace Thurman's smile. "Do you have specific instructions for me?" I asked.

"Well, nothing too specific. My arrangements with Arthur Richards were that you're my son's fuck toy for the next eight hours. Within reason, I'd like you to let my son do whatever he wants. Afterwards, I want a complete report from you."

I could feel the cunt juice already trickling onto my thighs as I struggled to deal with the awesome craziness of this moment. I was about to go fuck this woman's son at her request and afterwards she wanted all the naughty details. God, I loved my new job!

She stood up and so did I. "Are you ready, Sonya? Joel is expecting you."

"Yes, I can't wait." Then a thought occurred to me. "Grace, do you think Joel will be happy with me. Might he not want a younger woman, someone nearer his own age?"

Grace smiled and shook her head. "No, no, no. You are exactly what he requested. He wanted an older woman, dark hair with a good body. You're perfect, Sonya." She gave me directions to his room and then reached out and tenderly squeezed my arm. "Take care of my baby, Sonya. Do him right."

As I sauntered out of the room and towards a wide flight of stairs, I looked over my shoulder and said in my best naughty tone. "I'll do him right, Grace. I'll do your son and fuck him until he can't see straight."

Upstairs, I followed her directions and came to a door at the far end of the second floor. I was pretty sure I had the right room as the door was adorned with a poster from the cartoon Star Wars that I knew my own son watched avidly. I knocked and was rewarded by a reedy voice calling out, "You may enter!"

I opened the door and stepped through. I almost laughed. The room smelled of young teenager – a mix of sweat, dirty clothes, decaying food and what I suspected was semen, much like my own teenaged son's room. Like my son's room, it was strewn with clothes on the floor, CD cases, comic books and other trapping of male adolescence. On the wall were posters of super endowed female comic book characters, Angelina Jolie and something called Robot Chicken. A bed, looking as if it hadn't been made this decade sat near a large window and opposite it was a computer station complete with a tall, gangling teenage boy who was staring at me in disbelief.

He had a shock of black hair, intentionally spiky (I think). He was wearing a Star Trek T-shirt and gym shorts and lord help me, white gym socks with red stripes at the top. He had a speckling of acne across his face. No doubt about it. "Hi, Joel, I'm Sonya," I said.

Joel blinked at me several times, licked his lips and nodded nervously as he stammered, "Yes, ma'am – er, Mrs. Lawson. Momma said you were coming today." He seemed to be devouring me with his eyes, shifting up and down, one moment focused on my breasts, the next on my long, bare legs and the next focused on the hem of my very short skirt. Joel then glanced away at the computer screen and blushed. He then hurriedly reached out and turned off the wide screen monitor. He stood up then and continued to stare at me. I was more than a little pleased to see a bulge in his gym shorts.

We stared at each other for a minute, not saying a word. Then I smiled at him and slowly turned around. "Well, do I live up to your expectations, Joel?"

He eyed me up and down and nodded his head vigorously. "You're really something Mrs. Lawson!" he said in a hushed tone.

I gave a little shimmy, allowing my tits to jiggle a little and asked, "Am I sexy, Joel?"

"Oh yeah!" he said a little more loudly and then he giggled. He was nervous and I have to confess it was a turn on to see this kid so excited.

We stared at each other a little more and then I said, "Well, Joel, what would you like to do?"

His eyes widened as he realized I was hinting at going beyond staring. "I don't know, Mrs. Lawson."

I looked around and then went and set on the side of the bed. I crooked a finger at him and softly said, "Would you come here and sit with me, Joel?" He nodded and slowly plodded forward and he was actually breaking out in a sweat by the time he sat down – a foot of empty space between us. I sighed a little and scooted over until my body was leaning into his, my left breast rubbing against his arm. "Any ideas, Joel?" I asked again.

His whole body was shivering as he slowly shook his head and whispered, "No."

I inspected him up close. He wasn't a bad looking kid – his body hadn't totally filled out yet. His arms were still thin, although there was a hint of muscle to them and his chest was narrow – his shirt hanging off him loosely. Joel had lovely blue eyes like his mother and her full lips. They gave me an idea. I leaned a little closer, my face just inches from his. "How about we start with a kiss, Joel? Would you like that?"

He replied in a whisper, "Yes," and so I leaned in a little closer and kissed him. He closed his eyes as we did and kept his lips pressed together. The kiss lasted about ten seconds and then he eased back and said, "Wow!"

I reached up with my hand and stroked his face. "You liked that huh?" I said, grinning as he nodded his head. "Well, Joel, that's how you'd kiss your grandma goodbye maybe, but now you want to kiss me like the woman you're about to fuck. Just relax and do whatever feels right, baby."

I leaned in again and pressed my open lips against his. I slipped my tongue out and ran it over his lips and after a few seconds, he slowly parted his own lips and let me in. I turned so we were more or less face to face and chest to chest, my barely clad tits brushing over his chest as I felt the first flicker of his tongue against mine. I moaned appreciatively and began the sweet chase, showing him how our tongues could serve as an extension of our entire bodies, roiling around, twisting and teasing, working and rubbing against each other until his body began to shake violently.

I put my arms around Joel to keep him close, mashing my tits against his chest as our tongues dueled. I heard him moan as I surprised him by trapping his tongue between my lips and sucking on it before returning it to the custody of my hungry tongue. I felt his hand come up and touch my waist. I murmured approval into his mouth and wriggled against him more.

Our kiss went on and on and I had hoped that he would make a move on his own, but I felt his hand touching my waist, trembling as was his whole body. I moved my hand down and took hold of his hand and slowly moved it up until he was palming my breast through the tube top. He groaned against my mouth but didn't pull away. Instead his hand began squeezing my meaty tit like it was a squeeze toy. I made little happy noises and indeed I was enjoying his touch, loving that I was having the privilege of being his first woman.

When finally our French kiss ended, our lips wet with saliva, I was pleased that he didn't pull his hand away from my tit. He was grinning like it was Christmas day and I was the long hoped for present waiting under the tree. I looked down at his hand grabbing and squeezing my tit. I looked back up into his eyes and said with a grin, "Do you like that, Joel?"

He replied, "Oh yeah," and then bravely reached up with his other hand and took hold of my other breast. "I love your um, breasts, Mrs. Lawson!"

"I can tell," I said, delighted with his eager playing with my breasts. I leaned in close and in a stage whisper said, ""You'd probably like them even more if you take my top off." 

Joel's eyes grew wide and then he slowly reached up with one hand and slipped fingers under the elastic band of the tube top and pulled downwards. My right nipple, hard and swollen got hung up on the material and then my whole breast bounced as it burst free. "Oh, my God!" Joel moaned as his fingers dug into my tit, squeezing it and then he laughed as he let go and pinched my nipple. He pulled the tube top down off of my other tit and I watched as he kneaded, squeezed and played with my breasts. I shivered with delight as he tugged and worked my sensitive nipples.

"You can suck them if you like!" I said, stroking his black hair with my hand. Joel wasted no time in getting his mouth around one of my nipples, sucking in as much tit flesh as he could fit in his mouth. I sighed happily as I felt his tongue flutter over my throbbing nipple and then squealed as I felt his teeth nip at my rubbery flesh. He switched to the other breast and continued sucking and nursing. I could feel my cunt burn with need. What this boy lacked in finesse he made up with enthusiasm.

Finally, I pulled him away and said, "Now it's my turn, Joel!" and I quickly yanked his T-shirt over his head and flung it away. As I had suspected, his chest still lacked definition, but he looked good enough to eat anyway. His smallish nipples were two rock hard pebbles. I kissed Joel again and then nuzzled my way down his neck, stopping long enough to nip at his flesh (every boy deserves a hickey his first time!), and then down to his nipples. I slowly tongued each one and then playfully nipped at them with my teeth. I finished by again running my tongue up his chest and neck until I had my tongue in his mouth again.

Joel again reached for my breasts, but I caught his hand and slowly dragged it down until it rested on my knee. I broke the kiss just long enough to suck on his earlobe and whisper, "Explore, sweetie," before kissing him again.

I'll give the boy credit. He obeyed orders well. I felt his hand crawl along the top of my thigh and then under my short skirt. He paused just long enough to appreciate the softness of my upper thighs, rubbing his fingers over my skin before sliding on forward. Joel's hand brushed my stomach and then moved south. I spread my legs wider to give him better access and felt him inhale against my mouth as his fingers slid over the wet silk of my thong. I flexed my pelvis to press against his hand as he cupped my barely clad and soaking wet cunt. A delicious shiver went through me as he rubbed back and forth, pressing the material slightly between my swollen labia.

"You're wet!" Joel exclaimed! "Girls – women really do get wet down there – and so freaking hot! This is so, so, cool!" He was almost jumping up and down with glee as it hit me that this kid really was a virgin – eighteen and never had even actually touched a girl between the legs before!

"It gets better, Joel," I sighed, standing up in front of the boy. "Take my panties off, please." I asked, lifting my skirt and showing off my panty clad pussy complete with a large wet spot – the white satin now almost completely transparent as it hugged my wet cunt. Joel stared hungrily at my crotch and didn't move until I urged him on by saying, "I want you to touch my cunt, Joel."

With shaking hands, Joel reached out and tugged my panties down to my ankles which I quickly stepped out of. "Take them, Joel, they're yours," I said, stroking his hair. "Smell me, smell my pussy."

Joel did as he was told and lifted my thong to his face and deeply inhaled. I could see his face redden and his nostrils flare as instinct took over and his body responded to my scent. "Now touch me, baby," I said softly. "Touch my pussy."

Joel reached out with his right hand and his fingers gently slid over my already blooming cunt lips. He extended his forefinger and began to press it between my lips and then looked up at me for permission. I nodded and said, "I want you to, Joel. Finger me, please."

"Oh my god," Joel gasped, his chest starting to heave as he slipped his finger into me, past the first knuckle, then the second until his finger was all the way inside me and he began to stir it around, poking and probing my wet, slick flesh. "Mrs. Lawson, you are so hot inside your, um, cunt! I never knew..." He was at a loss for words.

"Add another finger, sweetie," I urged him. I sighed happily again as he added his middle finger, reveling in the knowledge that I was letting an absolute stranger and one barely an adult to touch me. "You made me wet, Joel. My pussy's hot because of you, baby!" I held his fingers inside me for a minute, enjoying the penetration. I whispered again, "Add another finger. I like feeling you inside me!"

"Yes, ma'am," Joel gushed eagerly as he inserted his ring finger in me. He began to thrust in and out of my wet cunt, finger fucking me as I swayed and moaned and stroked his hair lovingly. Now we were both sweating and I felt the need to take things further.

I took his hand and pulled his fingers from my pussy and then pulled him up off the bed so he was standing before me. I lifted his hand to my face and took his forefinger in my mouth and slowly sucked it off while Joel's eyes nearly popped out of his head. I then led his hand towards his own mouth. "Taste me, Joel. See what I taste like when you get me excited."

Joel quickly shoved his other wet fingers into his mouth and a look of wonderment came over his face and he grinned. "Awesome, Mrs. Lawson! You taste awesome!" I smiled and leaned forward, my bare tits brushing against his chest to kiss him again, loving the fact that I could taste myself in his mouth.

I straightened up and undid my skirt, letting it fall to my feet. I wormed the tube top back over my tits and then over my head and flung it carelessly away, now standing naked in front of this eighteen year old boy. Slowly I began to squat, dropping until I was facing his crotch, his gym shorts barely containing the big bulge inside. 

I slipped my hand down his right thigh, over his knee and down till I could take his sock and take it off. He lifted each foot so that I could remove them. I smiled up at him and said, "A man never fucks a woman with his socks on, it just isn't right." I ran my hands back up his long, gangly legs, up along his thighs until my fingers were reaching over the waistband of his gym shorts. I looked up at him and licked my lips. "Joel, I've been dying to discover what you have hidden in here!"

I pulled them down slowly and gasped when his erection sprung out, slapping me in the face. I was at a loss for words for several seconds as I could only stare. Joel was a scrawny teenager – scrawny legs and arms and chest, but there was nothing scrawny about the penis that was now standing up straight and slapping against his stomach.




The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 02



"Oh my god, Joel!" I whispered. "What a huge cock you have!" It was magnificent. His cock was at least eight inches long – maybe nine inches and as nice and thick as a woman could want. I looked up at him, grinning and was surprised to see Joel's expression.

He looked at me a little glumly and said, "Yeah, I know – the guys in gym used to make fun of me. They would call me the "Log." He looked away, embarrassed.

"Oh sweetie, don't you know? It's gorgeous, beautiful – why any woman alive would love to have this big old thing inside her any day!" I reached out and took him in my hand, wrapping my fingers around the big slab of cock meat, feeling it pulse powerfully in my hand. "Baby, when it comes to cock, big is always good!"

Joel grinned in obvious relief and then he expression changed as I began to slowly stroke him up and down. His eyelids fluttered and a tremor went through his whole body and even before he said, "I – um, Mrs. Lawson, I'm going to..." I knew he was about to cum. I moved to take him in my mouth and almost made it. He gave a cry as the first burst of semen splashed into my face, splattering across my cheeks and chin and into my open mouth. He cried out even louder as I took him in my mouth and began to suck as he shot wad after thick wad of cum. He tasted different than anyone I had ever sucked, at least since I was a young woman. His semen was salty and fresh, there wasn't that strong undertone that comes to a man's sperm with age. It was delicious and I hungrily sucked him for everything he could give me.

His whole body was rigid as I sucked and he moaned and sobbed with the sheer intensity of his joy. I felt his fingers twist in my hair, pulling strands of my black hair tight as he thrust himself into my mouth. His spurts lessened until finally there was nothing, but still I sucked and licked his cock, enjoying the moans and shivers I was producing until finally he just collapsed back onto the bed. I heard him murmur sadly, "I'm sorry – I tried to make it last."

I let him slip from my lips and after giving him one last kiss, said, "Sorry? Don't be sorry, Joel. That was lovely. I love the taste of your cum."

He sighed and sat up on his elbows and replied, "But I was, you know, hoping to last longer so we could, um do it."

I smiled up at him and just couldn't believe how innocent and sweet this kid was. As I wiped up his splattered seed from my face and licked it from my fingers, I smiled up at him and with my free hand slowly stroked his semi-erect cock and said, "Baby, do you think we're finished?" 

I rose up and eased myself on top of Joel, letting my tits slid up his stomach and chest and enjoying the feel of his rapidly recovering cock against my stomach and pussy. When I was face to face with my young man, I whispered, "Joel, your mother bought you this slut to do whatever you want until nine o'clock tonight." I kissed him slowly and deeply, enjoying the feel of his pounding heart against my chest before I said, "Momma's going to fuck your brains out, baby!"

Joel's eyes widened and he groaned and whispered, "Momma," and began kissing me violently while I felt his cock quickly regain full erection. We began to roll around on the bed, hands roaming and squeezing as we moved until finally I was on my back, head almost bumping the headboard and Joel between my legs, humping madly, his cock trying to find a new home.

I spread my legs out, my high heels digging into the mattress as I reached down and took my eager beaver's cock in hand. I had an inkling of why he had suddenly become so aggressive and proved it when I whispered. "You ready to put this big cock in Mommy and make her cum."

"Yes, yes, fuck Mom, wanna fuck Momma!" Joel panted as he continued to kiss me wetly and sloppily. 

I placed his cock between my labia and let him the head push inside me. I let go of his penis and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Give it to me, baby, Fuck Momma good!" Then I screamed and felt the wind get knocked out of me as Joel's instincts took over and he roughly rammed that big dick home. I'm glad I was so wet and excited because he was big – his thick meat pressing deep inside me, never pausing, just seeking to get as deep inside of me as possible.

As I struggled to get my breath back, I raised my legs and tried to wrap my legs around his ass, but it was too much. My head was spinning madly as he slammed his cock all the way inside me – his wiry pubic hair scratching my mound as he ground into me. Joel's ass was moving like a jackhammer as he just pounded away at me while he kissed me sloppily.

Although the events of the last week had opened my eyes and exposed me to many new things, nothing in all my life prepared me for the intensity with which this eighteen year old was fucking me – even my own first few fumblings in the backseats of boyfriends' cars hadn't been this energetic or powerful. I felt an orgasm swelling inside me as Joel relentlessly thrust his cock into me again and again. I wanted to tell him to slow down, but couldn't pry his lips from mine – his tongue flailing around and attacking mine like a man starving.

He pulled back too wildly and lost his place, his throbbing, stiff penis slipping upwards along my trimmed muff – my juices splashing wetly on my lower stomach. He ended the kiss, groaning, "I love you, Momma, love fucking you, Momma!" while he worked his hips trying to find his way back inside. 

I stroked his back with one hand while I reached down and found his cock with the other. "Easy, baby, easy," I gasped. "Slow down, baby, we've got all afternoon and evening. We made eye contact and the wildness and need faded a little from his eyes and I nodded and kissed him, trying to control the moment – giving him a soul kiss while trying not to make it so frantic. I took his cock and placed it back between my spread labia and then groaned as Joel again rammed his cock home with a vengeance. "I love you, Momma, love to fuck you!" he sobbed as he ground his groin against my crotch, his hard penis probing, seeking my deepest, warmest places.

I continued to rub his back and shower his face with little kisses while he struggled to regain control of himself. Gradually, he calmed down until I began to urge him to slowly begin moving inside me. Joel began to rock in and out of my pussy with that huge dick, slowly and I urged him on in a soft voice.

"That's it, Joel. I love that," I whispered between kisses. I could see the need, the yearning blazing in his eyes, building the way my orgasm was starting to build again. His cock found my sweet spots as if I'd trained him to do it...or maybe he was just that big. I raised my legs and wrapped them around his hips as I offered him my tongue again. Like a man starving, he sucked my tongue into his mouth and attacked it with his own. I could feel his movements begin to quicken and I thrust my pelvis forward to meet his cock's return thrusts, my own hunger for him quickly growing.

I ended the wet kiss, a stringer of saliva hanging between our lips and with our eyes locked onto each other, I again threw the gasoline on the fire. "Fuck Momma, Joel. Give Momma all that fine cock!"

With a growl, Joel was again like a wild animal in heat and I was being pounded by his throbbing penis. My arms and legs clung to him, partly in desperation to hang on to him and partly because I wanted to pull as much of him against me and inside me as possible. He was penetrating me as deep as anyone ever has and I was loving the nasty feeling of Joel's young cock pushing into my cervix.

Joel's fucklust reached an almost unbelievable height and then an expression of love and joy broke out and he wailed, "Momma, I'm cumming!" and his cock swelled inside me and then began to erupt with hot semen, bathing my insides with his steaming sperm. It was like a dam had burst and he just kept cumming, his balls jerking up and down against my ass cheeks as he just kept emptying his seed inside my cunt. A wail rose up in my throat and I began to cry out as my orgasm tried to catch up to his and my cunt began milking Joel's cock as I screamed out in sheer carnal delight!

Joel kissed me sloppily as he ground himself into my crotch, seeking to hide his cock in my pussy as deeply as he could go. I offered him my tongue again as I sobbed and cried out my lusty fulfillment against his mouth. His semen seemed to flood my cunt and I wanted more. I struggled to keep enough self control to keep my pussy clamped around his cock which didn't seem to be shrinking, even after I had milked him seemingly dry.

Time seemed to stand still, this young man's still erect penis buried inside my cunt and pulsing in time with our frantic heartbeats. Our kiss ended and we silently stared into each other's eyes, keenly aware of each other's bodies. Each gasp for breath making my swollen nipples scrape against his hairless chest. We seemed to be frozen in our carnal moment, savoring it. A part of my mind reeled in amazement that this geeky, barely legal young man had just given me one of the most memorable fucks of my life. I was amazed that I would do this, that I had done this and that I wanted..."More!" I gasped, breaking the silence. "Joel, darling, you are magnificent. Please, more!"

The boy's eyes widened and he grinned and then began to thrust into me again, achingly hard. "I love your cock, baby!" I sighed as he worked it in and out of my pussy, feeling so big and so slick and wet with our mixed cum. I began to squirm and roll, finally making him realize that I wanted to roll over. He let himself be turned over so I was on top and I shakily sat up, my fingernails scratching his boyish chest as I settled completely on his long, thick dick.

"You fucked me, Joel, like a good son. Now, Momma's gonna fuck you!" I shimmied my shoulders, making my breasts jiggle and bounce and liked my lips and looked down at Joel with what I hoped was a sexy sneer. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Joel? You'd like to fuck your mother, wouldn't you?"

I felt the eighteen years old's cock swell inside me, the head pressing into my cervix as he replied, "Yessss! I wanna fuck Mom so bad! I love her so much!" 

Somehow, despite being almost blown away from hearing this boy confess his lust for his mother, I kept my act together and let myself become lost in the wicked desires erupting inside me. Slowly, I began to ride him, reveling in every sweet, thick inch of his penis as I began to moan and cry out. "Fuck me, Joel! Fuck me, baby! I'm your mother now. Fuck Mommy and make her cum. Fuck Momma with her son's fine cock!"

The next passing minutes became a blur of incredible sex. I'm pretty sure I was screaming as Joel made me cum and cum again, screaming his name, screaming for him to fuck Mommy, to fill Mommy's cunt with his hot sperm. Joel seemed to be calling out to Momma and his love for her, his hands cupping, squeezing and mauling my breasts, each sharp, painful pinch of my nipples bring me closer to the monster of all orgasms until I felt like my body was being torn apart by pleasure like I'd never felt before and then his seed was again filling me up and heightening my pleasure further until I blacked out from the intensity.

I woke up to find myself cuddled up against Joel, his soft snores telling me he was asleep. I had one leg draped across his thighs and could feel his cooling sperm slick between us as it slowly leaked from my pussy. His right hand had a firm grip on my breast and I felt a shiver of delight course through me as I realized that I had just taken this boy's virginity and like the whore I had become, didn't feel a bit ashamed. The shadows in the room and the change in the sunlight shining through the window told me that my young lover and I had slept for a few hours. I stretched and purred – nothing like a well earned fuck nap, but I knew I was on the clock and it was time for this slut to get back to work.

Joel's cock, now semi-erect and stained with cum and cunt cream drew my attention and I eased myself from his embrace and when he woke a few minutes later, it was to the sweet delight of feeling a woman's lips on his rapidly recovering cock. I gave him my whorish best blowjob as he squirmed and shivered underneath my head, his hands becoming entangled in my dark hair. As I sucked him closer and closer to an orgasm, he began to moan. As he approached climax, his moans became legible.

"Please, please, Mom!" I looked at him, my eyes questioning. Joel obliged me by gasped, "Please, Mom – please let me cum on your face!" I was shocked and thrilled and realized that in my devotion to sucking his cock, I had ignored his almost insistent pulling on my hair. I suppose I had dismissed it as random jerking of a boy about to cum, but now I knew what he wanted and like a good slut, I wouldn't disappoint.

I let him slip from my lips just in time, getting a glorious view of his cockhead swelling and then erupting, spewing spurt after spurt of hot, fragrant semen into my face, splattering against my lips, across my nose and my cheeks, splashing against my forehead and into my hair, giving me a sperm facial that only a young man can provide. God help me, but I again realized how much I enjoyed it, relished it, needed to have this, to be rewarded for being such a good cocksucking slut!

I grinned at him wickedly as I sat up and ran my tongue around my lips, lapping up dripping semen before using my fingers to scoop up blobs of his semen and then licking them from my fingers. Loving the lewdness I felt, I smacked my lips and then whispered nastily to Joel, "In my pussy or in my mouth, I love your cum. You taste so good to Mommy!"

Joel groaned and then tackled me, kissing me passionately, not seeming to mind the taste of his own seed on my tongue as we kissed passionately for long minutes. Finally, we slowed down, sprawled out on the bed, legs and arms entangled, bodies sweaty and slick. Joel and I stared at each other for a long time before he finally giggled and said, "I fucking love sex!" and we both broke down in laughter until we could barely breathe.

Afterwards, we paused to eat, Joel producing fruit and cheese and water from a small refrigerator that I had missed on the other side of his computer. As we ate, I drew out of Joel how he had for a long time, harbored fantasies of his mother. After we ate, the teenager took me to his computer and as I sat on his lap, he showed me what he had been working on when I had arrived.

"It's a 3-D cartoon," he explained, "Of me and Mom and my fantasies." He called up image after image of a computer generated woman who looked amazingly like his mother. Grace, doing all sorts of sexual things to a computer version of himself. As he talked about all the months he'd put into creating it, I felt his cock begin to revive. It was awesome, seeing picture after picture of him fucking his mother in countless positions, amazing creations of Grace's face screwed up in pain and pleasure, word balloons begging him to fuck her harder and harder.

He finally came back to the last picture and I had to laugh. Grace on her knees, her face covered with semen. "I guess I sorta made your dream come true, huh, Joel?" I said.

He blushed and nodded. "Oh yeah, Mrs. Lawson. I loved it. I've seen it plenty in movies and the internet, but to actually cum on your face...WOW!"

I laughed and kissed him gently on the lips. "Joel, you've fucked me and cum on me and in me, I think you can call me Sonya now." I studied his face for a second, feeling his cock throb against my butt. "Or maybe you prefer Mommy Sonya?"

He nodded and said, "Or just Mom, sometimes!" His hand slipped up my waist and cupped my right breast. My nipple already hard, swelled under his attentions. "Mommy Sonya, can we fuck again?"

I smiled and said, "Of course we can...son." I reached out and used his mouse to call up one of his pictures. "Does my baby Joel want to fuck Mommy like this?" 

Joel got a big grin on his face as he looked at the screen. It was a 3-D image of him fucking his mother from behind, her bent over a table as she took his cock, his right hand pinching her long nipple while his mother sucking the fingers of his left hand. "Fuck yeah, Mom!" 

I found myself on my feet, hands gripping the edge of his computer table as Joel ran his hands over my ass cheeks, squeezing and spreading them over and over. I looked over my shoulder at my surrogate son and smile and with a bit of need in my voice, said, "Fuck me, Joel. Put that big dick up Mommy Sonya's wet pussy!"

Joel stepped up, his big erect penis again pressing against my cum-filled cunt, his hands cupping and spreading my ass cheeks. "I love you, Mom!" he crowed as he rammed himself home with one quick thrust. 

"YESSSSS!" I screamed. "Fuck me, son! Fuck Mommy hard." Like an obedient son, Joel obeyed me and began to hammer my pussy with his stiff rod. The computer table banged against the wall as I braced against it, Joel's thrusts lifting me up on tiptoe with each stroke of his cock deep into my womb. I threw my head back and cried loudly, "YES, JOEL, FUCK MEEEE! FUCK MOMMY HARD WITH THAT BIG COCK!" I wondered if his mother, Grace could hear me and the wicked part of me hoped that she could.

My breasts swung back and forth violently in rhythm with Joel's fucking until I felt his hands slip from my ass cheeks up my waist to cup my tits, his fingers digging into my fleshy breasts. Using his grip for leverage he began fucking me even harder, our bodies slapping wetly together as he relentlessly fed me his cock.

I began to tremble from the intensity of feeling his cock run deep within me, the pleasure welling outward from my cunt through my veins until I thought my whole body might explode. "FUCKFUCKFUCK MEEEEEE, JOELLLLL!" I cried loud enough to wake the dead as my orgasm welled up and enveloped me. I was seeing stars, my vision filled with exploding lights as my body convulsed with wave after wave of ecstasy. My knees began to buckle and Joel seemed to instinctively know what to do, one arm wrapping around my waist to help me stay on my feet even as he continued to fuck me hard.

"LOVE YOU, MOMMY!" he yelled. "I WANT TO FUCK, FUCK, FUCK YOU FOREVER, MOMMY!"

"As my orgasm seemed to wane, Joel's hand on my breast shifted so my swollen nipple was between his fingers. He began to pull on it, to pinch it hard and roughly, the pain mixing with pleasure to reinvigorate my orgasm as he kept fucking me with that long hard cock. I spread my legs a little wider, trying to support myself again. Joel's arm on my waist slowly slipped down until I felt his fingers splice through my trimmed bush and then press against the wet meat of my cock filled cunt. His fingers rubbed against my clit and his thrusting penis and then left. I felt fingers brushing my lips and I opened my mouth, knowing what he wanted. 

Just like in his dream picture, I sucked his fingers clean of my juices and his cum. As I sucked, Joel began to fuck me like a man gone mad, fucking me harder and faster than I would have thought possible. "FUCK YEAH, MOMMY!" he sobbed. "I'M GONNA CUM IN YOU MOM! GONNA FILL YOUR HOT PUSSY FULL OF MY SPERM!!!"

I screamed as he drove his cock home one final time, burying himself deep inside me and then filling me with another incredible load of his semen. Even as my world was torn apart by unbelievable orgasmic pleasure, a part of me marveled at the ability of an eighteen year old to cum so much so many times. Our screams of pleasure devolved into wordless cries and moans as we clung to each other before staggering, still joined cunt and cock back to the bed. We collapsed, Joel on top of me where we savored our sweet joining for a long time before Joel's cock finally slipped out of me.

We finally crawled up further into the bed and I spent a long time making him squirm as I licked his cock clean of our mixed juices before we cuddled for a long time, both of us tired. Joel and I cuddled while he asked me many questions about a woman's body and what we liked, how we liked to be pleasured. We talked about pleasing a woman orally, although just like a young man, he shied off licking me with several loads of his semen dripping from between my bruised and tender lips. 




The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 02



"Maybe Mom will hire you again so I can learn to eat pussy," Joel speculated, his eagerness to learn evident on his face.

"Maybe she will, baby," I giggled in reply. "Maybe you'll find someone else you'll want to eat more." I glanced over towards his computer and Joel grinned and blushed. Several of those 3-D cartoons were of Grace riding her son's face.

The shadows grew longer and I knew my time was coming to an end. Joel and I finished with a long, slow fuck on the bed where he had me in several positions before he gave me one last heavy load of his cum, my legs draped over his shoulders and his cock buried deep inside my pussy.

He helped me get dressed and looked pleased when he offered me my panties and I shook my head and said, "Oh no, your mother paid for them. Souvenir, remember?"

Once I had my short white skirt and tube top on, Joel walked me to the door of his bedroom and I gave him a long, slow kiss that I knew he'd remember for a long time before I squatted down and again licked his still semi-erect but weary cock clean of sperm and cunt cream. When it was over, I rose and rolled my tongue over his lips and whispered, "You're a wonderful lover, Joel. I wish I was your mother – I'd fuck you night and day."

I closed the door, winking at him as he looked hungrily after me and then I slowly walked down the hall, feeling happy and tired and well fucked as a woman can be. I was a little unsteady in my heels and passing a mirror in the hallway, realized my hair was all wild and unkempt, just like a woman who had tumbled from bed after getting fucked hard. I smiled at my image, seeing the perfect image of the whorish slut I had become.

I carefully made my way downstairs and wasn't a bit surprised to see Joel's mother, Grace waiting for me at the bottom of the staircase, still dressed in her modest, but attractive dress from earlier – her breasts heaved heavily under the dress, the exposed portions of her upper chest almost quivering. She looked a bit flushed and unsettled, but managed a wan smile and said, "Well, Mrs. Lawson, how did things go?"

I licked my lips and said, "After the things your son did to me, please call me Sonya."

Grace's face turned a bit darker red and she managed a small laugh. "Please, join me in the library. I want a full report." She turned and walked away, glancing frequently over her shoulder to make sure I was following her. There was excitement in her face and eagerness too, expressions that her son had captured so well with his computer drawings.

Having taken seats again, Grace offered me a glass of wine and then sat down across from me and looked at me expectantly. Finally, she said huskily, "Well?"

"Where would you like me to start, Grace?" I asked coyly.

She huffed impatiently and said, "Anywhere, start anywhere!"

I grinned and after taking a sip of the wine replied, "Well, your son has a magnificent cock, Grace. Did you know he was so big?" I help up my hands to an approximate length of between eight and nine inches.

"Oh my," Grace breathed. "I've seen bulges in his pants. I suspected he was well endowed like his father was, but...oh my." 

Her eyes widened as I made a partial circle with my thumb and forefinger to illustrate his girth. "And, Grace, your son is thick too."

"Lord," she whispered, her hand going to her mouth and then settling on the exposed part of her magnificent breasts. She started to speak and stopped, mouth open. She unconsciously licked her lips and finally said softly, "Did you suck my Joel?"

It was my turn to lick my lips. "Twice. I sucked him dry once and..." I reached up and touched my hair was it was stiff and sticking up. "And the second time, the little devil insisted on cumming on my face. By the way, he tastes delicious."

Grace closed her eyes for a moment and gave a little moan. She closed her thighs, squirming a little as if she was trying to secretly scratch an itch. At the same time, her fingertips rolled gently over the tops of her breasts. Finally, she opened her eyes and almost hissed, "And you fucked my son, of course?

I could almost smell her arousal even through the stink of sex that I reeked of. In truth, I was getting excited myself. "Let's see..." I replied, ticking off the times Joel and I had fucked. "Joel emptied his hot sperm in me four times and I lost count of the times that he made me orgasm."

Grace gave a sudden loud cry and I watched amazed as she almost flung her drink down and then thrust her hand between her legs, clamping her thighs around it. "He made you cum? He fucked you four times? How did it feel, Sonya? How did it feel to have his cock in you, cumming in you?"

I sighed and smiled at her. "He made me cum as good or better than any man ever has. His cum was hot and thick and there was so much of it, so much I couldn't hold it all. See?" On impulse, I shamelessly opened my legs wide, revealing my pussy which I knew was leaking her son's semen, oozing from my cunt and coating my thighs like frosting. 

Grace let out another moan and slipped from her chair to her knees, her eyes locked in on my pussy. "That's Joel's sperm? Omigod, there's...there's so much."

"Yes, there is and its so hot and yummy?" I whispered, suddenly overwhelmed by the moment, realizing what I needed – no, wanted to do. "It's Joel's sperm, Grace. Your son's hot, thick cum. You paid for it, Grace...its yours if you want it."

"Ohhhh yessss," Grace moaned and she was on hands and knees and edging towards me. Like a stalking cat, she came towards me only to pause between my thighs and look upwards, desire and fear on her face. "This is wrong, isn't it? You must think I'm a pervert or something."

I shook my head and said, "No, you're not. I know you heard us up there...some of the things we said. Grace, you don't want something your son doesn't want just as badly."

I leaned over and stroked her cheek. "And Grace, your son's cum tastes so good, especially coming from my cunt – I know, I licked Joel's cock clean after every time we fucked. Your son's cum is delicious!"

Grace went over the edge and mashed her mouth against my cunt, making me grunt from the force and then moan as her tongue began to lap my well fucked and sensitive pussy flesh. "Sooo good," Grace sobbed, her words muffled as her mouth never left my quivering flesh. It suddenly struck me that I was experiencing a woman making love to me for the first time in my life and that compounded with the realization that this woman was licking her own son's cum from my pussy served to send me over the edge 

of orgasm with almost no warning. My hands gripped Grace's short hair and pressed her face harder against my crotch. God, I loved this awful wickedness I never knew had been inside me.

I bucked my cunt against Joel's mother's face, whimpering and crying with sweet joy as her tongue delved deep inside me, trying to find every last drop of her son's semen. At one point she withdrew from my pussy to lick my thighs clean of her son's globs of semen and then she returned to my gaping wide cunt, licking, lapping and sucking me clean of any remains of her son's succulent seed.

As I tried to catch my breath, she rose up and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and finding my tongue, drawing it into her mouth and sucking on it. When the kiss ended, she gasped in wonder, "Oh my God, I could taste Joel on your tongue...sooo wonderful!"

We sat for a long time, not speaking, Grace practically sitting in my lap. Finally, Grace stood up and looked at me like a woman coming out of a wonderfully erotic daydream and embarrassed that anyone else knew. "Thank you, Sonya," she said in almost a whisper. I knew it was time to go.

Grace walked me to the door and as I stepped out, I turned to her and said, "Grace...Mrs. Thurman. Joel did mention one thing to me."

Grace looked at me with curiosity and some apprehension. "Yes?"

"Joel wants to learn to orally please a woman and I would be happy to be engaged to do that, if you desire." I paused and gave her an evil grin. "But, I've also told him that I think there's someone better at eating pussy that could instruct him."

Grace's face flamed bright red, but she smiled and nodded. "You're probably right, Sonya."

"And if he gets a good night's sleep, he'll probably be ready and anxious to learn tomorrow morning." I stepped back and impulsively kissed Grace on the cheek. "I wish you and Joel all the joy in the world," and I turned and walked away.

It was almost ten o'clock when I got home. I was wearing my raincoat so as not to have to explain at least to my daughter about my outfit, but also thinking after my day with Joel and Grace of the impact it might have on my son, Donnie Jr. He was a teenager now and although he hadn't shown much interest in girls, it was only a matter of time. A thrill of the possibilities that lay down that road I quickly suppressed with a giggle and shut and locked behind a door in my mind that carried a sign that said "Don't Open Until Eighteen!!!" I laughed out loud as I unlocked the door. Good Lord – when I become a shameless whoreslut, I go all the way!

I found the house empty and for a moment feared that maybe Donnie decided he couldn't deal with my new life and had split with the children, but there was a note on the kitchen table telling me that my husband had taken the kids out to a movie. Taking advantage of the moment I went upstairs and took a long, hot soak in the tub, letting the hot, soapy water soothe my well fucked flesh, letting the day replay itself over in my mind. I confess, I felt proud of myself. I was keeping a roof over my family's head and had introduced a sweet boy to the joys of sex and maybe, just maybe helped two people who loved each other more than either realized, come together.

After I had soaked for almost an hour, I emerged wondering if Donnie would be disappointed that I wouldn't be reeking of sex with strangers. I came downstairs in a thick, fluffy robe when my family came in, my youngest, Molly, crying out "Mommy!" and rushing into my arms. I spent the next few minutes hearing about the animated movie they had saw and about going out for burgers and onion rings and Donnie Junior's exasperated corrections about the movie storyline. Mixed in were questions from Molly and Donnie Junior about my new job that I replied to with vague questions except when Molly asked me, "Do you like your new job, Mommy?" I replied with more cheer than I should have used, "I love my new job, sweetie!" completely aware of Tara's and Donnie's glances at me – Tara's gaze full of questions and my husband's eyes, both desiring and accusing. 

Finally, I got the kids off to bed, kissed Tara goodnight and went to my bedroom where Donnie was waiting. He had stripped down to his shorts. "How are you, honey?"

Donnie grunted something that sounded like, "Fine." 

I leaned over to kiss him and he pulled away for a second. I laughed and said, "It's okay, Donnie. Your whore wife brushed her teeth first."

Donnie eyed me, anger starting to build. "I bet – what sick things have you been doing today?"

I laughed and said, "Getting my brains fucked out by an eighteen year old boy!"

Donnie's jaw dropped and he said, "You're fucking kidding me."

I ran my hands up my waist, stopping to cup my robe covered breasts. "Nope! I took that boy's virginity and let him fuck me silly!" I grabbed the lapels of my robe and tore it open, revealing I was naked underneath. I thrust my pelvis out, showing him my still swollen and gaping open pussy. "He had a huge fucking mancock and he dumped load after load of hot cum in my cunt." 

I began to run my fingers over and between my labia until Donnie jumped off the bed and grabbed my wrists, hissing, "You fucking whore!"

I just laughed and pushed myself against my husband and whispered huskily into his ear. "I'm sorry I didn't bring his cum home so you could see it dripping out of my pussy and maybe have a snack, but his momma beat you to it!"

I thought Donnie's eyes would pop out of his head and I could hear his teeth grinding. "You CUNT!" he growled, flinging me onto the bed.

I laughed and writhed on the bed, spreading my legs wide and running my hands over my nakedness, knowing it was killing my husband to hear this but at the same time knowing he was so turned on judging from the big tent in his boxers.. "Oh, Donnie, that boy fucked me like I've never been fucked before – I've never cum so much in my life." I sat up on the bed, scooting my legs under me to come up onto my knees. "And I sucked his big, fine dick over and over and ate his sperm and let him cum on my face!"

I saw Donnie's cock swell and knew I hit my mark. I licked my lips lasciviously and whispered, "You want to cum on my face, baby! You want your slut wife to suck your cock and let you spray your spunk on my face?" 

Donnie answered with a wordless snarl as he rushed towards me while yanking his shorts down revealing his erect cock. "Goddamn you, Sonya" he rasped as his hands took my head and guided his dick between my open lips. He began fucking my mouth ruthlessly while showering me with nasty words about his slut whore of a wife. I responded by sucking him eagerly, pulling him deeply into my mouth as my fingernails dug into his ass cheeks. I rolled my tongue happily over his cock head, slithering it along his shaft.

Finally I could feel him begin to tense up and he eased his grip on my head and withdrew from my mouth. I reached out and began stroking him, looking up at him with eager eyes as I hissed, "C'mon, Donnie, cum for Momma – cum for your whore wife, cum in your slut's face – you know you want to!"

Donnie's face screwed up and he began to grunt and snort and then he bellowed as he began to ejaculate, spraying his sperm across my face. It was a goodish amount, but not comparable to my young stud from earlier. Still, I eagerly stuck out my tongue, savoring my husband's taste as his semen splattered on my cheeks and nose, my tongue and my chin. I loved each hot splash of Donnie's cum until he stood shaking in front of me.

I laughed and pulled him down on top of me, sprawling us both on the bed and kissing him, smearing his own cum over both our faces while I thrust my tongue into his mouth so I could share his taste with him. We kissed and rolled around on the bed for a long time before we wound up under the covers cuddling, Donnie's lasts words as he slipped into sleep, "...love you, Sonya, you fucking whore...."

I snuggled in closer to my husband and tried to fall asleep, but sleep was slow to come as again I thought about the past few days and how far I had come. Tomorrow was Sunday. A day to worship at Mass and a day to rest, but I felt a hunger deep inside me, a hunger to see what depths of depravity I would be asked to sink to next and eagerness to make it happen, to revel in my newfound sluttiness. I could hardly stand to wait!

To be continued...



The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 03



Here is another installment of this story which seems to be better received as time goes by. If you're a first time reader, please check out chapters 1 & 2 first.

As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters exist only within the confines of my mind! I look forward to reading your feedback on what has been the most debated of my work so far. Enjoy!

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Cock. I love cock. I've yet to experience a cock I didn't immediately love...especially hard, erect cock. I love the feel of hard rigid cock in my mouth, my tongue memorizing every bump and ridge and throbbing vein as I lick and suck. I love the way a cock smells, that mixture of semen, sweat and piss and how the taste is different in every man I've been privileged to suck off.

Part of my mind marveled at the fact that the number of cocks I had experienced in my whole life before a month ago I could have counted on one hand...with fingers to spare. Now, in the span of just four weeks, I had sucked more than I could recall at hand. I was awestruck by the sheer variety of cocks I had experienced. Who knew that they came in so many splendid shapes and sizes? Even more amazing is whose cocks I've been sucking.

Take for instance the cock I had in my mouth at the moment. My tongue rolled slowly over his plum sized knob, tasting piss and precum, my nostrils inhaling the musky scent of his crotch as I looked up into the brilliant blue eyes of Father Thomas, my priest and confessor for the last fifteen years. I drew a groan from my priest as I took more of him in my mouth, my tongue rolling down his considerable shaft.

His gnarled hand dropped down onto my head and twisted in strands of my long, dark hair, tightening as he urged me to take more of his erect penis down my throat. "Ahhh, Sonya. You've a mouth blessed of God himself!" he sighed as I sucked his cock. A nasty shiver ran through my body, making my already hard nipples stiffen even more as my tits swung heavily below me as my mind adjusted to the fact that I was on my hands and knees sucking the cock of a sixty-three year old Catholic priest.

Another shiver rippled through my naked body as I felt something hard brush up against my labia, pressing between my slick lips. A soft palm ran up over my ass and up my back to finally come to rest on my shoulder and I could almost feel the weight of another body leaning over me from behind. Fingers dug into my shoulder, using it for leverage as a long, thick and firm pole, studded with hard bumps was thrust into my steamy and cum filled cunt.

I groaned around my mouthful of priest's cock as Mother Superior Margaret Ann buried her strap-on dildo inside my pussy, thrusting my ass back to meet the long, rubber cock of the nun who often taught my oldest child on Sunday mornings. She chuckled, her voice full of lusty mirth as she said, "Yes, Father -- I never suspected the whore that was hiding inside this one." Her free hand trailed long nails around my waist and up to seize one of my swinging breasts, fingernails digging into my flesh as she rubbed her palm against my throbbing nipple.

It was moments like this that I sent up prayers of thanks to God Almighty for sending me to Mr. Richards, our bank manager who showed me how I could save my family's home from being foreclosed upon by becoming an out and out whore and slut. I sent up thanks that his actions revealed to me after long years of marriage, my true nature -- that I was an absolute sex slut. 

Three days a week, I received assignments -- to go forth and sexually pleasure various prominent members of the community. Two days a week, I would visit my bank manager and suck his cock -- often cleaning his secretary's cunt cream off in the process. In exchange, my house payments were taken care of each month and as I had discovered, I made a tidy profit in tips from most assignments. I had sucked captains of industry and deflowered young virgin men. I had sucked cocks ten at a time and so much more.

Three hours ago, I had received a call from Mr. Richard's beautiful secretary, Lilly Fox, telling me with much amusement that I was to be at the rectory of the local Catholic Church two hours hence at 10:00 A.M. She told me that I was to see Father Thomas, a priest that not twenty-four hours before had placed a communion wafer on my tongue. I almost fainted from shock and from excitement. I was told to use my imagination on what to wear but I knew immediately I would again raid my seventeen year old daughter's wardrobe for the naughty school girl's outfit I forbade her to wear -- the same outfit I had used for my first whoring assignment.

Father Thomas had such a pleased smile on his face when he saw me walk into his private office, skirt barely covering my crotch, bare belly and one of my daughter's white blouses, snug and tightly tied up under my breasts, a single button preventing my braless breasts from being exposed.

My priest had stood up and had finished off the glass of wine he was holding and then came around his desk to take a better look at me. I was both embarrassed and aroused as this man of God let his lusty gaze roam up and down my barely clad body. I almost gasped as I saw the bulge grow inside his dark slacks as his stare followed my long legs down to the white socks and black patent leather shoes I was wearing.

"Nice touch, Sonya," he had said admiringly, staring lustily at my feet as he came to me. As I mentioned, Father Thomas is an elderly man, sixty-three years old, a tall, gaunt figure of a man, with a hawkish face, lanky gray hair and those piercing blue eyes that I had always thought could see right into your soul and know your sins. The priest was dressed in neatly pressed slacks and a black shirt complete with his priest's collar. He paused before me and smiled -- not the sweet, comforting smile I had always known from my priest and confessor, but a hungry smile, rife with desire and lust.

"I could scarcely believe my ears when I heard that dear Mrs. Lawson, dutiful mother and maker of brownies for our annual bake sale was a fuck hungry whore." He rubbed the bulge in his pants and added, "But, yesterday, as you knelt for communion and I placed the wafer in your mouth, I imagined resting my dick in your mouth and somehow I could see it in your eyes, Sonya." His hand came up and he brushed his thumb against my lips as he repeated, "I could see it in your eyes, Sonya Lawson -- I knew that before me knelt a true harlot, dedicated to lust and pleasing a man."

I took his thumb in my mouth and sucked it slowly, my eyes never leaving his and then I whispered, "Bless me, Father for I am about to sin." I resumed sucking on his thumb while I took his free hand and slipped it into my shirt so he could fondle my 38D breasts. He sighed happily as his fingers dug into my tit flesh and teased my swollen nipples.

I reached up and undid my shirt button and then undid the knot so the blouse would fall open. I pressed myself against the old priest, thrilling to feel his hard cock, barely restrained by his slacks, press against my stomach. I let his thumb slip from between my lips, covered with my saliva and I rose up on tip-toe to kiss him, his mouth opening eagerly to accept my tongue. I could taste him -- the cigarettes he smoked and the lingering taste of the wine and him...like a finely aged delicacy. 

Father Thomas's hand tightened around my breast while his other hand dropped to my skirt, slipping under it and he groaned into my mouth as he discovered that I wasn't wearing panties and that I was dripping wet. I groaned too, as the man with the knowledge of sixty-three years, expertly slipped two fingers into my hot, sodden cunt and seemed to immediately find some pleasure points within me. My heart was pounding and wicked desire coursed through my bloodstream. Even in my nastiest fantasies did I ever imagine I would be a whore for my neighborhood priest!

I quivered as the Father fingered me and I eagerly began to fumble with his belt, undoing it and then running the zipper down so I could fish for that large lump inside his pants. I gasped against his mouth with surprise as my fingers wrapped around a very sizable and stiff penis.

I broke the kiss and looked down at the erect penis in my hand -- at least seven inches and thicker than most I'd seen...and I'd seen a lot in the last month. "Father, that's a -- a really big cock!" My surprise and awe was evident in my voice. I slowly stroked his shaft as I looked back up into his eyes, an evil grin on my face.

Father Thomas smiled proudly back at me. "Thank you, Sonya. I give all credit to God...well, God and Viagra!" His fingers slipped from my pussy and he held them up, glistening in the multicolored light shining through the old, antique windows of his office. "Are you ready to please me, Sonya? Are you enough of a slut to commit adultery with your priest and confessor?"

To answer him, I took his hand and guided his cunt cream covered fingers to my lips and whorishly sucked them clean. "I am yours to command and use, Father Thomas. God made me a slut, use me however you want."

The Father smiled and did so, pulling my blouse free of my body and then leaning in and taking my left nipple between his lips and sucking while his hands caressed my now mostly naked body, fingers sliding through my neatly trimmed bush before again sliding between my labia into my steaming honeypot. His teeth expertly nibbled at my swollen nips, drawing little gasps from me as he bit me again and again, never hard enough to be really painful, but hard enough to send electric jolts of pleasure through me. He switched breasts, his tongue rolling over my bountiful tit flesh as he found my right nipple and sucked on it for what seemed forever.

I felt my knees begin to buckle and I was sagging against him, forcing his fingers deeper and more firmly into my pussy. "Yesssss -- that's so sweet, Father," I cooed, feeling the pleasure building between my thighs and spreading outward.

He stood up straight again and then with his fingers still stirring my pussy, steered me over to his desk, a monstrously large oak structure, currently empty except for a phone and an empty wine glass. As we moved, he kicked off his polished loafers and let his pants slip to his ankles and with more grace than I'd thought a man of his years would possess, Father Thomas stepped out of them, never halting for a second.

My priest turned me around and leaned me over the desk, fingers briefly leaving my pussy, but soon returning, lifting me up with pressure against my sugar walls. "Many people have been telling me what a bad girl you've become, Sonya. Is it true?" he asked, flipping my skirt up to expose my asscheeks. His other hand slid up the soft skin of my back and then into my mane of long dark hair. He wrapped his fingers around my tresses and gave a sudden, painful jerk, catching me off guard and making me cry out.

"Is it true, Sonya Lawson? Are you a cock hungry whore?" he hissed.

"Yes!" came my cry just before I felt his palm slap my ass, stinging and surprising me. "YES!" I screamed.

Father Thomas's voice grated out again, "Are you a bad girl?" as his hand spanked my ass again. 

The room echoed with the crack of his palm against my flesh. That hurt and I felt the burn spreading across my bottom even as the fires within my cunt exploded as well. "YES!" I sobbed.

"Do you love having big cocks in your slutty cunt hole?" SLAP!

"YES!"

"Are you just a sinful bitch in heat?" SLAP!

"YES!

"Are you such a slut that you'd dare fuck a man of God?" SLAP!

"YES! OH FUCKING GOD, YES, YES YES!" I cried out, tears running down my face even as I came closer to cumming with every painful slap of Father Thomas's hand. I could scarcely believe it...I liked what he was doing, despite the pain.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Sonya?" SLAP!

"YES!" I shrieked. "PLEASE FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG DICK, FATHER!"

Father Thomas laughed and continued, "Are you really enough of a whore to fuck your priest...your confessor?" SLAP!

"YESSSSS!" FUCK ME, FATHER THOMAS, FUCK ME!"

"Beg me to fuck you, you slut." SLAP!

"YES! OH PLEASE, FATHER, I BEG YOU, PLEASE FUCK ME! I WANT TO BE FUCKED BY YOU. I WANT TO BE YOUR SLUT! I WANT TO BE A SLUT FOR GOD. FATHER THOMAS, PLEASE FUCK ME!"

I cried out as my priest slapped my ass one more time and then I felt him move between my legs, his hands lifting me up slightly as he murmured, "For what we are about to enjoy, Lord, our most reverent thanks!" I let out a cry as I felt his cock press between my slick lips and then thrust violently into me. Father Thomas rammed his cock inside me with a confidence born of years of experience. I felt his pubic hair tickle my tingling asscheeks and then I cried out again as buried deep inside me, he yanked again on my hair, pulling me against him while he thrust further, drilling his long, hard cock even deeper within my womb!

That's all it took. With a series of sobs, my body stiffened as I was swept away by my first orgasm of the day. As pleasure wracked my body, I dimly heard Father Thomas chuckle as he began to work his way in and out of my pussy, withdrawing as my cunt muscles tried to clamp down on his cock and then vainly attempt to resist his hard thrusts back inside me. Each time he buried his hard pole inside me, he would yank on my hair and then push deeper into my pussy. 

His expert love play seemed to perpetuate my orgasm and it seemed to go on forever while he patiently fucked me. My voice soon grew hoarse as I sobbed and moaned and screamed as the man I had confessed my sins too for many so many years fucked me and fucked me with no sign of relenting.

Suddenly in the midst of all this ecstasy, an inner door opened into his office and I moaned in surprise and dismay as I watched Mother Superior Margaret Ann walk in. A tall, stocky woman, draped in the current robes and habit of her order, a severe black cowl draped over her head. This was the woman who ran a clinic for the poor and destitute and served as the iron-fisted instructor for my oldest daughter's Sunday morning classes. I expected her to take in the scene and begin calling down thunderbolts at the carnal act in front of her.

Instead she smiled at us and said, "My apologies, Father. I was delayed at the clinic." She removed her habit, revealing a short cropped head of ash blonde hair.

"Not at all, Maggie," replied Father Thomas, never pausing for as much as a single stroke, his cock thrilling me with that double pump action. "I've been discovering what a sweet piece of ass our Sonya has become!"

Mother Superior licked her lips hungrily and her eyes never left us as she disrobed, revealing a thickset body with the most enormous set of tits I have ever seen on a woman. She undid the front clasp on an industrial strength bra and her massive udders fell free -- sloping down on her chest like huge gourds, capped by nipples as round as quarters and extending nearly an inch. Her legs and arms didn't quiver with fat, but rather were well formed, almost muscular. She radiated strength and confidence.

Like me, the nun was bereft of panties and as she walked, I got glimpse of bare, pink flesh, Mother Superior stepped up beside Father Thomas and I glanced over my shoulder to see them kiss passionately, tongues slipping back and forth before she turned to study me. Through it all, the Father never slowed his pace a bit. "I'd like a kiss, Mrs. Lawson or may I call you Sonya?" the nun asked me.

"P-please," I stammered, trying to focus as pleasure tortured my body. I let out a cry of pain as Father Thomas pulled my hair, raising me up, his free hand wrapping around my waist to support me while his hips never stopped slapping against my ass.

The nun closed with me, her strong hand cupping one of my swaying breasts and she pressed her lips against mine. I felt her tongue roll against my lips and I opened my mouth and greeted her tongue with my own, moaning as my cock induced pleasure became mixed with the gentle excitement of kissing another woman as well as the delicious sensation of the ball of her thumb scraped against my blood swollen nipple.

Time seemed to slow and I was caught up in the sweet rapture of my near continuous orgasm in the embrace of these two servants of God. It was with a little cry of protest from me that Mother Superior Margaret Ann broke the kiss and stepped away. She grinned at me, her lean and angular face beautiful in her desire, and turned and strode to a closet set into the wall. "How's the slut's pussy, Father?" she asked matter of factly.

"Exquisite," sighed Father Thomas. "Sonya knows how to use the gifts God gave her -- her pussy feels tight and wonderful." He twisted his hips, drawing an appreciative moan from me.

Mother Superior licked her lips and nodded. "I think Mister Black is in order, then." From the closet she brought out a contraption that vaguely resembled a belt and then a long and thick black dildo, heavily covered with beaded studs. The dildo seemed to have two heads on it and I felt my heart race at the possibilities.

The nun laughed and said, "Look at her. My God, Sonya, you are a slut, aren't you?"

I nodded and said, "Please...whatever you want. Use me, make me your whore too."

Mother Superior grinned lecherously at me as she climbed into the apparatus and I realized it was a strap on dildo devise. She inserted one end of the dildo into an hole, slipping into her own cunt several inches and causing beads of sweat to break out on her face. She slipped some latch and locked the studded dildo into place and tightened all the straps. She walked proudly towards us, her rubber cock waving and bouncing before her, pointing the way. She made one of the most erotic and lewd visions I have ever seen.

"Can a bride of Christ join this fuckfest?" she said, giggling.

Father Thomas sighed and replied, "Of course, Maggie. Louis Richards told me that our little Sonya is a marvelous cocksucker." I moaned in protest as I felt my priest ease his cock from my clasping pussy lips. As much as I had already cummed, I wanted more.

The Father pushed me away from his desk, turning and leaning against it himself, his cock pointing straight out and shiny with a thick coating of my pussy juices. I stared at his old, but proud penis hungrily. "You are in the house of God, Sonya," Father Thomas said, gravely. "You should honor him by being on your knees."

Obediantly, I sank downwards and crawled between his legs, rising up and opening my mouth to accept his cock. I furiously and greedily licked his cock clean of my cunt cream before I moved to begin sucking him and marveling over how much I loved cock...which is where this part of my story began.

I had not experienced feelings like this before -- acting so lewd in a holy place. I felt evil and twisted and so damn sexy and I was savoring every moment. I struggled to focus on giving Father Thomas the blowjob of his life while Mother Superior Margaret Ann pummeled my pussy with her studded rubber cock. The bump covered dildo felt so strange and wonderful inside my spasming pussy, touching me as I had never been touched before and she was not gentle with me, fucking me deep with the long, artificial cock, pushing against my cervix with tremendous force, giving me pleasure so intense it wavered on the border of pain.

Mother Superior showered my back with kisses as her big, strong hands mauled my tits, pinching them until I screamed which seemed to give Father Thomas additional pleasure as he fed me his cock. Orgasms waxed and waned and it seemed like it would never end.

Between sighs and grunts, my priest told the nun how good my mouth was -- "Sonya's tongue is a devilish thing and it will feel so heavenly inside your wet pussy, Maggie." Father Thomas ran his hand through my hair and added. "Her mouth is as hot and sweet and soft as her pussy. Tis a shame you cannot feel how tight and wet she is, with that dildo."




The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 03



Mother Superior sighed and said. "That's true, Father." Then she giggled and abruptly withdrew from my pussy. "But Mother Maggie has other ways within her means."

I let the Father's cock slip from my mouth and looked over my shoulder just in time to see Mother Maggie flex her fingers and then I screamed as she plunged her entire hand inside me, pain fighting with pleasure for dominance. Then I really screamed with pain as the nun waggled her fingers inside me and made a fist, filling my cunt to the point I thought it would tear open. She began to work it around and I screamed even louder as white hot pain exploded and was transformed into one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I flopped onto the floor, my face getting carpet burns as I collapsed, helpless under the onslaught of intense carnal joy. My ass stuck up high, hung on Mother Maggie's fist buried inside me. The word 'fistfucked' floated through my mind and a remote part of me was wondering how I had lived so long and never discovered the intense pleasure of this simple yet devastating act.

"Mmmmm -- so wet and hot, Father," Mother Superior murmured. "Very tight -- I love how her pussy throbs and pulses around my fist!" 

Time again slowed to a crawl and I was adrift on a sea of intense pleasure, heightened when again, a hand wrapped around my long tresses and pulled me upwards until I was again sucking a long, hard penis. Father Thomas's hard cock became my focal point, my rock in a sea of relentless orgasm and I sucked him feverishly as Mother Maggie pounded my cunt with her fist. She had a maddening technique of flexing her fist inside my quivering cunt and then pressing forward slowly and gently and producing the most intense and delicious sensations within my pussy.

As I wafted down from one orgasm and eagerly anticipated the next, Mother Superior abruptly withdrew from my cunt, making me cry out in pain. I would have collapsed again, but Father Thomas held my head up, his fingers tightly tangled in my hair. In the throes of my orgasm, I had failed to notice how he was responding to both my sucking mouth and the sight of his senior nun fisting my pussy. 

Sweat poured off the old man's face, his expression twisted up into equal parts lust and need for release. I realized he was about to cum. "Sweet Sonya," he grunted. "I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit!" The last few words came out in a strangled cry and then he slipped from my lips and stroking his saliva coated shaft, my priest ejaculated in my face.

I think he'd been saving it for a while because I was liberally anointed with thick streamers of hot semen. His seed splattered across my cheeks and nose and against my forehead, dripping down my face. Thick wads of sperm splashed into my open mouth and coated my chin. And he just kept cumming, his face growing redder as he kept crying out, "Praise God!"

Mother Maggie scooted around to kneel beside me, reaching out and catching the last few spurts of the priest's jism before turning her attentions to me. Her lips were against mine and I shared the taste of Father Thomas's cock with her before she proceeded to lick my face clean of his semen, pausing now and again to share his creamy goodness with me. I knelt, exhausted and shaking, marveling over the lewdness of the moment, occasionally glancing up at my half naked priest, still wearing his shirt and collar, never letting me forget I was committing sexual sins with a man of God.

As I recovered, I put more passion into my kisses with Mother Maggie, neither of us closing our eyes as we kissed, tongues writhing and sharing the priest's seed. Her blue eyes burned with desire and I could feel the sudden hunger within me to please her. The older woman groaned as I trailed kisses down her neck and over her massive tits, my lips finally finding her stupendous nipples -- the hugest I'd ever seen on a woman. "Yessss, that's a good little slut," the nun sighed as I nibbled and sucked on her rubbery nipples, making her groan as I not so gently bit down on them.

As I sucked Mother Maggie's big tits, my hands fluttered between her thighs, my fingers parting them and discovering her large, wet and so slick hairless mound. Her pussy was like a furnace, her juices almost scalding hot on my shaking fingers. I twisted and turned my fingers inside her cunt, making her quiver with need. She cried out in pleasure as she fell backwards, her rubbery nipple stretching out from being clamped between my teeth before I let it slip free.

She reached out and grabbed my hair and roughly pulled me down between her widespread legs. "Pleasure me, you little whore!" she moaned, thrusting her crotch upwards, letting me see her long and thick labia, slick and gleaming with her juices. Her clitoris had revealed itself, a long, thick nib almost as big as her nipples. "Lick me, slut!" Mother Maggie cried out as she forced my face against her mound.

I obeyed eagerly. I had only now licked four women -- two from the first day of my new line of work and then on two separate occasions since then. I was still new to licking pussy, but I was already developing a hunger for it and I mashed my face into her sodden flesh, her strong scent filling my nostrils while I feverishly began to lick her.

Like semen, every woman's juices were unique and to my taste buds, exquisite! The nun's pussy had a very different flavor than any other woman's pussy I had tasted and then as I was driving my tongue deep inside her, it hit me -- I could taste semen. Mother Maggie had been fucked not long before! I felt a big tremor of orgasmic energy ripple through me. I had not licked a man's cum out of a woman before. I felt my cunt quiver with renewed lust, despite the pounding the woman had given me just minutes before. 

I glanced up from her wet, pink mound to see Father Thomas kissing Mother Superior, tongues working furiously. He broke the kiss and turned to see me staring and smiled knowingly. "Yes -- Maggie is a slut for cock too! I believe you're tasting one of her student's cum." He chuckled for a moment and added, "Late at the clinic indeed!"

He watched my eyebrows shoot up in surprise and shook his head. "Oh no, nothing of the sort, my dear -- our tastes run to decadence, not to minors. We like our partners to be at least eighteen years old." He eased himself down next to me, his lips nuzzling my ear as he whispered, "When we see a likely participant, we happily welcome them into our sinful circle as soon as they reach adulthood."

Father Thomas leaned over and licked Mother Maggie's thigh, drenched with her juices. Then he again whispered into my ear. "I seem to recall your Tara will soon be eighteen, won't she?" His tongue slithered around my ear and he hissed, "I wonder if your daughter takes after her slut of a mother?"

"OH GOD!" I groaned, as a wave of pleasure reached out of nowhere and washed over me. Part of me knew I should be indignant and angry, but the part of my soul that now gloried and reveled in being a sluttish whore found his words to be carnal ecstasy itself.

I felt his hand slither down the crack of my ass and fingers pierce my pussy. "Mmmm! I think our Sonya finds that notion every bit as exciting as we do. I for one would pay a handsome sum to see you and Tara together," he said loud enough for Mother Maggie to hear. He fingered me roughly with three digits of his hand and added, "Or perhaps you would like to see your daughter and Maggie here together?"

I began to cum them, despite having been only physically stimulated for a brief time. Awful, wonderful images swirled in my mind and I realized that I had no clue as to the depths of my own sexual depravity! "My goodness, Father, she is a whore, isn't she?" groaned Mother Maggie as she reached out and again tugged my head between her thighs, rubbing her slick folds of flesh over my face.

Father Thomas eased his hand out of my cunt and slid them back over my ass, pausing now to spread my cheeks and smear my own juices over my asshole. I don't know what was more exciting -- his next words or the fact my priest was about to fuck me up the ass! "Well, its good to know the truth about oneself, isn't it?" he said. "She has so much to learn and enjoy -- things that you and I discovered long ago, sister."

His words began to sink in even as his cock, recovered and erect again, began to force its way through my sphincter. I cried out against Mother Maggie's creamy cunt as I heard her reply -- "Absolutely, brother. Vice is nice, but incest is best!" 

White hot pain and pleasure exploded in my ass as Father Thomas thrust his erection inside me, slowly and confidently, never completely stopping, but with sure knowledge, worming his way into my tight anus. Mixed in with the sweet pain was the sudden comprehension of what I had been oblivious to for years! Both the nun and priest shared the same brilliant blue eyes and now that my attention was drawn to it, I could see the family resemblance in their faces, the same high cheekbones and while Father Thomas's nose was more pronounced, Mother Maggie's nose shared the same lines. 

My voice, partly muffled by Mother Maggie's wet flesh squealed, "You're brother and sister!" Anything further I might have said was reduced to cries of pleasure as the father began to pound my ass, fucking me up the butt with abandon. Mother Maggie gave her own squeals of pleasure as my tongue slathered over her huge, swollen clitoris, making her squirt pussy juice into my face as she began to cum. 

My own orgasmic pleasure began to overwhelm me, both from my priest's wonderful cock and from the exhilarating knowledge that I was being fucked by a brother and sister. Pleasure seemed to burn in every atom of my body and I was weeping with joy as I sucked and licked Mother Maggie, my face dripping with her juices while my sphincter kept trying to clamp down on her brother, Father Thomas's invading cock.

I felt him stiffen behind me and again he thrust into me with that delicious stuttering movement, driving deep into my ass, hesitating and then plunging a little deeper. "Oh dear Lord," Father Thomas groaned and then I screamed aloud as he began to empty his balls into my ass, filling me up with searing hot semen. The sweet heat flowed through my bowels, the sensations of ecstasy spreading outward and overwhelming my entire body. I shook and shivered with orgasmic pleasure and then as my world seemed to fill with heavenly white light, I simply passed out from the joy of it all.

I drifted along, my dreams vague and hazy, floating along on a cloud of carnal joy, aware only that my body seemed to throb and pulse with never ending sexual gratification. When I came to, I found myself on the big leather sofa in Father Thomas's office, still naked, my head in his lap, his cum covered cock, semi-deflated and nuzzling my lips. I blinked and smiled up at him while my tongue peeked out and began licking him clean. 

A thrill ran abruptly through me as I felt something long and wet swirl around my well fucked puckered asshole. I glanced back to see the Mother Superior kneeling behind me, her large, mannish hands spreading my cheeks wide and her head bobbing as she tongued her brother's cum from my ass. The nasty sounds of wet licking filled the rooms for several minutes intermixed with happy sighs from Father Thomas and myself. I licked my priest's cock clean, but could not get another erection from him. 

I looked up at him with a sad and frustrated look, but he stroked my hair and said, "Think nothing of it, Sonya, my dear. I've had two very lovely orgasms myself and am quite contented. You are a very talented whore, God be praised!" I felt like a school child receiving the highest praise from their teacher.

Mother Maggie gave me one last lick and then with her brother's seed smeared on her lips, clambered up and kissed me. "Yes, you've been a wonderful slut experience, Sonya. I'll never see you...or your daughter again without getting wet." She kissed me again, sharing her brother's taste as well as my own funkiness with me, before climbing off me to sit in her brother's naked lap. She looked quite naughty, her thick, voluptuous and naked body, squirming on Father Thomas's lap, him still naked except for his shirt and priest's collar.

We chatted a few minutes more about nothing in particular, both of them taking delight in my childlike astonishment and awe of them being brother and sister. Father Thomas and Mother Maggie would only hint at how long they had yielded together to the temptations of the flesh and the only honest answer I got was from my priest as he caressed my breasts, saying, "Now, Sonya, dear -- we must save something for the next time we all get together. It should suffice for you to know that the next time you are before me to receive communion, I will be wickedly hard for you under my cassock.

Not another word about their incestuous relationship did I get and I knew that like the whore I was, I was being dismissed. I pulled my outfit together, drawing some pointed comments from Mother Maggie about how she'd love to see Tara and I dressed the same once my daughter reached eighteen in a few months. I felt my face blush and the heat of her lewd suggestions spread down my chest and southwards to between my legs.

As I turned to go, Father Thomas came up and gave me a gentle kiss and said, "Go with God," as he handed me a folded hundred dollar bill. Now, I'd gotten used to the extra tips that most of my assignments brought me, but for the first time, I absolutely felt I couldn't accept it.

"Oh, Father Thomas, no! I can't -- I mean, you're a man of God and..." I really couldn't explain myself...to be honest, I'm not sure I understood it myself. Just listening to myself try and explain it to my priest made me want to hoot with hysterical laughter.

My priest just shook his head and laughed. "Sonya Lawson, you're a whore and a whore never turns down money!" He leaned in and gave me another kiss while his hand reached down under my skirt and with a skilled move, tucked the folded money between my labia. "God understands and I'm sure he has a special place in his heart for a working girl like yourself!" He pressed it a little deeper inside my wet and sensitive pussy, turned me around, opened the door and with one last firm SLAP of his hand on my bare ass, sent me on my way.

I was halfway home before I had to pull over and calm down, although as I slowly pulled the folded hundred dollar bill from my pussy, completely soaked through with my juices, I knew it would be a long time before I would ever feel calm again! 

I had just fucked my priest and a nun! Even more, I had had sex with a brother and sister! My mind was reeling from all the thoughts rampaging through my mind -- not the least of which was the fact that I had practically orgasmed at their teasing hints of having sex with my own daughter! Images I would once have never believed I would even consider cascaded through my mind. I was completely appalled and aroused that I could even think of Tara that way!

I somehow managed to make it home -- not actually remembering the whole drive. I trudged wearily up the stairs, happy that I had an hour or two to rest before the kids came home. I was shocked, almost screaming then as Donnie stepped out of our bathroom, with only a towel around his waist and his hair wet. I'd forgotten this was one of his half days at work.

I looked at him warily and said, "Hi, sweetheart. How was your day?"

My husband looked me up and down, that particular look of disgust he always wore when he greeted me when I came home from MY work. "Better than yours, Sonya," he replied. "What was it today, blowing winos down by the tracks? A gangbang at the fucking bank, maybe?"

I felt that familiar anger stir within my breast and with it, a new surge of heat between my thighs. I admit it, I took great pleasure in stepping up to my husband and laying a big wet sloppy kiss on him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and rubbing his tongue slowly with my own.

I felt his cock stiffening underneath the towel as we soul kissed and I swirled my tongue roughly around inside his mouth, wanting to share every bit of the flavor that I myself tasted. I smiled evilly at Donnie as our kiss ended, running my tongue over his parted lips.

"You like that, baby," I murmured, rubbing myself against him, towel falling away as I wrapped my fingers around his cock. "You like the taste, Donnie?"

He pulled me in for another kiss, his hands now tugging at my skirt, letting it drop down to my ankles. "I'm glad you like it, sweetheart," I whispered, trailing my tongue over his cheek to tickle his ear. "Remember how sweet it tastes next Sunday during mass. Remember how sweet Father Thomas's sperm tastes after it's been sucked out of my asshole."

Donnie pushed me away, the shocked look on his face akin to someone who has just been punched in the chest by a sledgehammer. "You fucking whore...there aint no fucking way!"

My husband's face reddened with horror and embarrassment and I confess I took great delight in it -- my pussy tingling as I hammered his humiliation home. "Oh yeah, baby!" I replied, wiggling with delight and running my hands down my bare tummy and over my still swollen and open cunt. "Our man of God's big cock has been in my pussy and my mouth and my asshole and I loved it!. The Father cummed all over my face and it was delicious!" I hissed, running my tongue around my mouth. "Take a lick, Donnie if you want another taste."

I spun around and spread my cheeks to reveal my red and abused asshole. "Father Thomas fucked my ass till I was screaming for God and then he filled it up with his hot, holy jizz!"

Donnie's cock was iron hard now and dripping precum even as he struggled not to blow up. "It gets even better, Donnie. Mother Superior Margaret Ann licked his nasty cum out of my ass and shared it with me!"

Donnie's face turned even redder and he stammered, "N-no fucking wa-way! She's Tara's S-Sunday school t-teacher!"

I shouldn't have pushed it any further, but there was something about rubbing my adventures in Donnie's face that wouldn't let me let it go. "Oh yeah, hubby! Mother Maggie loves pussy -- she even thinks it would be sweet to eat Father Thomas's jizz out of both mine and Tara's pussies someday!"

Donnie caught me flatfooted, his palm slashing out to strike me in the face and knocking me right off my feet. I cried out in pain as Donnie raged over me. I rolled over onto my back as he knelt, hands slapping at my mostly bare flesh with him screaming, "No one gets to fuck Tara! NO ONE GETS TO FUCK TARA!" 

I was fucking terrified and I thought for a second that he had snapped and was going to beat me to death. His blows stopped and I felt his hard cock bounce against my ass cheek -- then Donnie's hands were digging into my butt, spreading my cheeks as he kept screaming, "NO ONE GETS TO FUCK TARA!" I felt the head of his cock press against my swollen sphincter and then he was thrusting -- no lubrication and without any warning -- thrusting hard and I was screaming as a fresh wave of pain and pleasure exploded between my legs. I silently thanked God that Father Thomas had taken me up the ass earlier so Donnie's entry wasn't as painful as it might have otherwise been.

Donnie was pulling my hair and still screaming, "NO ONE GETS TO FUCK TARA!" as he began to fuck me like a man possessed! His cock was like a jackhammer, rapidly ramming in and out of me and although on one level I sensed he wasn't as big as Father Thomas, Donnie still felt so swollen and thick inside me as I tried to squeeze my anal muscles tight around his cock.

His voice grew ragged as his screams became hoarse sobs and "NO ONE GETS TO FUCK TARA!" was shortened to gasps of "Fuck Tara, Fuck Tara -- Oh God, Fuck Tara!"




The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 03



I felt my orgasm ignite and spread through my body like a dry season wild fire and my perverse and twisted soul began crying out, "YES DADDYYY! FUCK ME, DADDY, FUCK ME!" My nasty words spurred Donnie on even more -- his hips surely a blur as he fucked me hard and fast, spikes of pain alternating with waves of pleasure -- pleasure growing by leaps and bounds as I realized that Donnie was acting out hitherto unknown fantasies.

I gloried in my sluttish desires and in uncovering Donnie's own deepest secrets and we fucked like perverted maniacs, the air filling with screams of "FUCK ME, DADDY, FUCK YOUR LITTLE GIRL" and "FUCK TARA, FUCK TARA!" Donnie had me flat on the bed, drilling my asshole with his throbbing cock and then he buried it as deep as he could, corkscrewing his hips to sink a little deeper and then shrieking one last time, his voice full of desire and rage, "FUCK TARA!" as his cock ballooned inside me and he pumped my asshole full of his burning semen.

My orgasm escalated, my anal muscles squeezing and milking my husband for every drop of his seed and locking us together, bodies going rigid as intense pleasure washed over us again and again. Tears blurred my vision and all I could do was squall as we came and came and came.

When finally our mutual orgasm faded, Donnie fell on top of me, his pounding heart keeping time with mine. He groaned as my sphincter muscles pulsed and squeezed his cock, trapping him inside me. Consciousness was fleeing quickly and I only managed to hear my husband groan, "You fucking whore," before I fell asleep and surrendered to strange dreams of crosses and priest collars and bald pussies and swollen cum coated cocks.

I woke to the sweet and familiar sounds of my children laughing downstairs. I first thought I was alone --still naked and face down on the bed where I had been fucked hard up the ass by Donnie. His cum was cool and sticky between my ass cheeks and crotch. I rolled over, groaning with stiffness to find my husband sitting next to me.

"What the hell are we becoming, Sonya?" he whispered, his voice still raw. "What you've been doing -- what it makes me do, what it makes me feel...what it makes me think." He shook his head and rubbed his eyes, wiping away tears.

"We're becoming what we were meant to be, sweetheart. I told you -- I can't turn back. Darling, I love what I'm doing. I feel free for the first time in my life." I reached out and took Donnie's hand. He tried to look at me, but couldn't and turned his head away, studying a spot on the floor.

"But what we're doing -- today and all the talk. What we did wasn't making love."

I slid next to Donnie and kissed him on the cheek. "No, it wasn't. It was fucking -- good, hard, nasty fucking and didn't you feel alive? Didn't you enjoy it? Baby, I love when we make love, but lets face it -- we forgot how sometimes its good just to be a man and woman and to just fuck cause it feels sooo damn good!" I reached down and caressed his cock. "We didn't do anything wrong today. Just discovered some hot, nasty fantasies that led to some of the best sex either of us has ever had!"

Donnie still couldn't look at me. "It isn't right, Sonya. We're just a couple of perverts."

I turned and took Donnie's face in my hands and turned him to face me. "Who the fuck cares, Donnie? We're aren't hurting anyone and tell me, baby, that this wasn't one of the most memorable fucks of your life!" I climbed off the bed and faced my husband. "Baby, we don't have to apologize to anyone. I love this and I'm not giving it up!" I leaned over and kissed him, my tits swaying. "Get over the guilt, Donnie and enjoy what we've found!"

I left him there to think things over while I grabbed a quick shower, washing the sweet reek of sex off my aching and weary body. My face where Donnie had slapped me was red and tender to the touch, but I didn't think it was going to bruise. I slipped into a modest light green sundress, feeling nice and naughty by not wearing any underwear underneath. It didn't show off much flesh, other than a good expanse of leg, but it did mold itself to my body, showing my curvy ass and clinging revealingly to my breasts.

I joined Donnie downstairs and while he worked on supper, I helped the kids with their homework. Donnie Jr. and Molly both got their work done quickly and fled to go play video games. I sat down with Tara and did my best to help her with her Chemistry, but at best, I don't think I did anything to confuse her. Donnie wasn't unfriendly, but he was distant from both of us -- something that Tara, I think, picked up on, giving us both concerned glances as we tried to figure out the formulas she was studying.

For my part, I couldn't quite get Father Thomas's and Mother Maggie's words and fantasies out of my head and every time Tara's body brushed against mine as we studied shoulder to shoulder, I could feel the wetness between my legs grow a little more. It reached a point where my arousal was becoming obvious as my nipples stood out clearly against the light green cotton of my dress. 

To be honest, I felt the slut inside me rising to the occasion and was unable to resist teasing Donnie as he moved around us in the kitchen. I somehow always seem to be showing Tara affection whenever Donnie glanced our way, rubbing my daughter's back or giving her a kiss on the cheek or somehow just managing to somehow to convey my lewd desires to my husband while Tara was blissfully ignorant -- licking my lips lasciviously or fluttering my tongue like I was eating pussy. Donnie's face turned red and grew darker with each passing moment while he worked to keep the more than obvious bulge in his blue jeans hidden as he worked. My pussy was becoming soaked to the point I thought I could smell my lust and I had an almost overwhelming urge to lift the hem of my dress up and just finger myself like a madwoman! 

It was both a disappointment and a relief when my husband finally announced that dinner was ready. I stood up, preparing to retreat and set the table for dinner when Tara stood up too and hugged me tightly. "Thanks for the help, Mom!" she said, not letting me go. She felt warm and soft and a shiver ran through my body as my breasts brushed against hers, separated only by my dress and her blouse and bra. I spared Donnie a glance and saw him looking at us with something part lust and part awe.

Impulsively, I returned the hug, pulling my daughter even tighter against me and replied, "Oh sweetie, thank you. You've been a big help to Mom and Dad these last months." I let her go reluctantly and smiling, added, "You will never know how much your father and I love you, Tara!" 

"Your mother is right," added Donnie, turning away to hide the hard cock in his jeans. Tara's arm was still around my waist as we both watch Donnie put the finishing touches on his stew. He couldn't look at us, his face reddening as he worked. "You've really helped out, especially with the little ones." He gave me an almost embarrassed glance and murmured, "We both love you more than we can ever say."

It was our teenaged daughter's turn to blush, her eyes glittering and her face glowing with pleasure at the praise we were giving her. Tara leaned back into me and kissed me on the cheek and then slipping from my embrace, hurried over to her father and hugged him from behind and said in an emotion filled voice, "I love you guys too!" I watched with envy as she pressed her young, full breasts against her daddy's back.

She turned and headed out of the kitchen with her books, but stopped and turned and looked at us both with a mix of love and curiosity. "I know you guys have had it hard, but everything is okay now, isn't it -- I mean what with Mom's new job and all?"

"Yes, sweetie, everything is good," I sighed.

Tara nodded, hugging her books to her chest and making both her father and I sigh as it emphasized her shapely form...so much like mine. She started to speak and then hesitated and then said, "I -- I was afraid you guys were going to get divorced or something, but that isn't going to happen now, is it?" She looked at us anxiously and I had to remind myself that despite being so mature looking and acting, that this was still our little girl.

I felt Donnie come up behind me, his arms encircling my waist and pulling me against him -- his erection pressing the material of my dress into the crack of my ass. I could feel my pussy juices trickling down my thigh! "No, Tara honey, your Mom and I aren't gonna divorce," he said, his voice sounding a bit rough.

Tara's face broke out into a brilliant and sunny smile and she said, "God, I love you both so freaking much," and she turned and hurried out of the room, unaware of the two sets of eyes following her shapely jean clad ass as she went.

"Goddammit, you fucking whore," Donnie hissed into my ear. "When we get the kids fed, I'm going to drag you upstairs and fuck you like the teasing slut you are." He reached around and pinched my right nipple, hard and standing out against my dress.

I moaned and wiggled my ass against his hard cock. "Who's teasing, baby?" I giggled in reply. "I'll tell you what -- you take care of the dishes after dinner and I'll go up and borrow one of Tara's outfits and you can fuck your whore wife or pretend I'm your nasty little girl. Either way, I don't care cause this slut's pussy will be filled with hard cock!" 

I turned and kissed Donnie, my tongue roiling like a maddened serpent in his mouth. I couldn't remember when I felt so happy or aroused -- just another day in the life of a sluttish whore housewife. I could hardly wait to see what tomorrow brought me!

To be continued...



The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 04



Well, much to my surprise, after almost two years, my muse delivered another chapter to this series -I'd suggest reading Chapters 01-03 first. This is a story that runs through the darker side of my imagination and isn't for everyone. If you hate the concept of the cuckold, I'd stop reading now! For the rest of you, enjoy and please give me feedback, be it positive or negative. As always, all characters exist solely within the confines of this story and my head. Enjoy! 

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His was certainly not the biggest cock I've sucked or the longest, but as I ran my tongue up and down Mister Richards' erection, it occurred to me that his was my favorite. I felt my banker's and benefactor's fingers running through my dark hair and felt that delicious thrill run through me that I'd felt the first time he'd demanded I suck his cock and had experienced every single time I'd gone to my knees for him since. In truth, now that it had almost a year since I'd agreed to be a whore for him and the wealthier people in town, I reckoned I'd had his cock in my mouth close to a hundred times. Another naughty thrill ran through my body as I realized that I'd sucked Mister Richards' cock more often than anyone else in my life...including my husband, Donnie.

I licked the long length of his shaft and then my lips slid over his swollen crown, my tongue swirling over the ridges of his cock head before I slowly took all of him in my mouth. All the time, my eyes were fixed upon his face, always assessing his expressions of pleasure and when we made eye contact, trying to convey how much I enjoyed being his whorish slut. 

Twice a week -- every Tuesday and Thursday without fail, I'd come at two o'clock in the afternoon and been admitted to his private office by his secretary, Lily Fox where he'd order me to strip and then crawl across the room to him on my hands and knees to suck his cock, usually tasting of Lilly's pussy. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays, I would be sent out to service various customers in whatever way they commanded me. In exchange, my mortgage was paid every month and as I'd discovered to my surprise, often the tips were substantial. In the process, I'd also discovered that there was a sex crazed slut buried within me that reveled in fucking and sucking.

Mr. Richards, well into his fifties, slightly balding with a pot belly, let out a long, pleased sigh, squirming happily on his couch as I fluttered my tongue over his cock head and then took all his length until his graying pubic hairs tickled my nostrils. "Oh, Sonya...what a cocksucker you are!" he sighed.

Slowly I let him slip from between my lips, planting a gentle kiss on the piss slit of his penis and in a soft and anxious voice said, "I'd be happy to do more, Mister Richards. I'd love to feel you in my pussy." It was an offer I made every time I visited his office...an offer that made my pussy wet just thinking about my cunt being stuffed with his cock. Over the last year, I'd grown envious of Lilly Fox, suspecting he fucked her daily.

Mister Richards smiled down at me, shook his head and as he did every time I offered to fuck him said, "Thank you, but no, Sonya. We have our agreement." His hand pressed down on my head until again I took him between my lips, sighing just a little. Disappointed yet again, I refocused on pleasing him to the best of my ability and again began to lavish all my cocksucking talents on my benefactor.

All too soon, I felt his pulse quicken in the thick vein running the length of his cock. Mister Richard's breath came faster and then his cock head swelled slightly and as I moaned approvingly, he began shooting semen, hot, thick and salty -- into my mouth and I happily and loudly swallowed it, savoring the taste of semen as it flowed down my throat.

As was our ritual after a year, I quickly dressed and prepared to go. "See you next Tuesday, sir," I said as I turned towards the door, Mister Richards already back at his desk.

"A moment, Sonya," Mister Richards said, halting me in my tracks. He looked at me, an evil smile on his face. "Will you be home this evening?"

"Yes," I replied, my heart suddenly increasing its beating. Anything out of the ordinary always promised to be an exciting and erotic event.

"You aren't scheduled for an appointment until Saturday, but would you be available for an extended weekend -- say, Friday through Monday?" I raised an eyebrow in surprise. I had never been on any assignment that took more than twenty-four hours. "It would provide a considerable bonus -- ten thousand dollars."

"Who do I have to fuck...or do I have to kill someone?"

Mister Richards chuckled and said, "I very much doubt killing comes into it, how ever, one might ask not who you'll have to fuck, but how many?"

I think I raised my other eyebrow and my labia already wet and slick almost seemed to pucker. "I'm sure I can arrange to be available for the weekend," I replied, my voice growing husky.

My banker nodded and said, "Fine, expect a call from Mr. Stockman this evening -- sometime after seven o'clock."

I nodded, trying to conceal my now burgeoning excitement. "Thank you, Mister Richards, until Tuesday." I let myself out, nodding to his secretary, the sultry Lilly Fox who nodded back, offering me her smirking and knowing smile as she always did. I managed to contain myself until I reached the safe confines of my car when I let out a long, aroused moan -- my hand quickly slipping underneath my skirt to caress the small swatch of cloth that covered my pussy mound -- already soaked with my juices.

Mr. Stockman -- owner of Stockman's Financial Group and my first and most common clients. Four times over the past year, I'd been the party favor at Stockman's Industries monthly meetings, spending the bulk of it under the immense conference table, sucking cock and licking pussy. The top monthly producer gets to fuck me on top of the table while their coworkers cheer us on. Mr. Stockman ranks right up there with Mr. Richards of men I yearn to fuck. Handsome in a rugged way with a deep bass voice like Gregory Peck or Charlton Heston, I'd never met a man in their seventies that turned me on so.

My drive home was an exercise in restraint. Just knowing I would be doing something for Mr. Stockman had me on the verge of pulling over and fist fucking myself to orgasm after orgasm. And that was without figuring in his daughter, Joan into the deal. Fiftyish, buxom and ripe, she was one of the women I would lick to orgasm under that conference table. Each time, afterwards she had hinted how much she'd like to return the favor and she and her father had made it clear that they were lovers -- something else that aroused me on its own.

Still as aroused as I was -- I could sense trouble arising from this possible assignment. To say that my marriage had become strained since I had become Mr. Richards whore would be an understatement. True, what I did had kept us from losing our home and the extra money my "tips" brought in had allowed us to catch up on all our bills and provide some breathing space as well, but it had also served to make both Donnie and me face some new truths about ourselves.

For me, it had opened my eyes to new realms of possibility -- new worlds of sexual experience and pleasure I had never dream possible and which I have without reservation embraced and will never give up. For Donnie, it has been an experience that he both loathes and yet embraces. He is repelled by my willingness to fuck anyone -- to surrender myself to carnality in its purest forms, yet he is unable to deny his attraction to me as a slut -- to both despise and love me when I come home stinking of sperm and pussy. Despite his loathing of me and of himself, he cannot resist fucking me when my cunt is packed with another man's semen. 

Each time I return home from an assignment, Donnie makes his anger and revulsion evident, verbally abusing me -- sometimes getting mildly violent before yielding to his baser urges, fucking my already well fucked and cum filled body -- eating other men's seed from my cunt, even my ass, hating me and yet loving me with every lick of his tongue and every thrust of his cock. Truth be told -- now as I was into my second year as a whore, he rarely initiated sex unless I'd already been fucked.

Outside our bedroom, we seemed to get along relatively well, only our oldest -- Tara -- seemed to pick up on the tension that existed between us. Where it would end, I wasn't sure. I didn't believe that Donnie would snap and seriously harm me, but I knew deep inside me that if forced to choose between my husband and my new way of life, Donnie would lose. I am a slut and I glory in it. I will not and cannot change.

When I arrived home, I found that Tara and the younger kids had beaten me home. It was Tara's responsibility to pick her siblings up on the days I had my assignments. I was aware that Tara at least suspected what I was doing to keep a roof over our heads and she had made it clear that she supported me in that. I loved my nearly eighteen year old daughter dearly for that. She and her younger brother and sister were doing homework at the kitchen table and I paused to hug each of them before going to change. 

Each of them was growing up too fast. Tara, now a senior in high school would turn eighteen just before Christmas and then graduate in another six months. Soon I'd have a college student on my hands! My son, Donnie Junior was now fourteen and in the throes of puberty. Over the last few months, I had felt his eyes studying me as I came and went in my more scandalous outfits. I was still sorting out how it made me feel to know that that knowledge not only sent certain naughty thrills through me, but that I seemed to be arousing my son as well.

Homework finished, each was off in their bedrooms or outside playing when their father arrived. Donnie hung around the kitchen while I worked on dinner, catching me up on his day. Finally, I brought up the news that I might be gone for several days. Donnie pursed his lips into a sour expression before replying, "Four days...overnight?" He shook his head. "Goddammit, Sonya -- this is getting out of hand. You need to stop -- we're caught up on things. You don't need to keep doing this."

I turned around from the counter where I was prepping a meatloaf. "We're ahead because I am doing this. You're barely working full time as it is and my old job is gone for good. You know I'm never giving this up and we can use that ten thousand bucks, Donnie. Tara starts college in the fall -- her scholarships cover some of it, but its still gonna be damned expensive."

Donnie got that look he gets when he knows I'm right, but despises himself for not being able to do anything about it. He got up from the kitchen table and got himself a beer from the fridge. He walked out without another word save a muttered, "Fucking whore," under his breath. Dinner was a tense situation with the Donnie morosely picking at his food, the younger kids oblivious and Tara looking on with some concern. After dinner was over, Tara dawdled behind to help clean up and to ask me if everything was alright.

I smiled at my daughter and shrugged my shoulders. "Your father is a bit pissed off at me because I may have to take a trip out of town for a few days."

Tara nodded, her concerned expression still evident. "This has to do with your...um, job, right?"

"Will you be alright, Mom? It's not anything dangerous is it?"

I leaned over with soapy hands and careful not to get her wet, gave her a hug. "Bless you, no...but thanks for asking. It's just a chance to make some extra money."

I tried not to show how much it excited me, but between wandering what kinky thing I might experience and feeling my daughter's maturing body pressing against mine, my pussy, its fires never totally banked, quivered with newly stoked desire. Tara seemed mollified by my comments and we finished up and went on about our business. Afterwards, she retired to her room to study and no doubt chat with friends on her cell phone or her computer. I settled down in the living room near the phone while Donnie began working his way through a six-pack of beer while watching the sports channel.

At eight-thirty, the phone rang and I had it off the hook after just one ring. "Hello?" I said, cursing the anxiousness or maybe eagerness in my voice.

"Hello, Sonya Hammonds? Gus Stockman here." His deep, rich voice alone sent orgasmic tremors though my body. "I understand you might be willing to commit a few days to me and my affairs?"

"Absolutely, Mr. Stockman. Anything you desire." Donnie glanced up broodingly from his fourth beer. He silently mouthed the word, "Slut."

"Wonderful, Sonya, but I think you should hear the situation before committing. Are you familiar with the term 'gang bang'?"

I let out a little moan as a spurt of pussy juice soaked my panties. I adored gang bangs. Not two months ago, I'd been the evening's entertainment at fraternity house party -- seven young men hiring me to service them all evening. I think I had been fucked over twenty times that night, not counting loads of cum I'd sucked from their willing dicks. "Very much so, Mr. Stockman."

He laughed and replied, "Well, Sonya, Joan and I are taking a weekend trip to Key West and I have a little bet with a friend that I need help with. How many men have you fucked at these gang bangs?"

"Um...between seven men, I think maybe twenty-two or twenty-three times," I replied.

"I want to be totally clear here, Sonya. The number involved in this competition would be considerably more...considerably more." There was a pause and then he asked, "Are you game, Sonya?"

Part of me wanted to ask how many more -- not because I was worried or scared, but because I wanted the savor the possibilities of what was to come. Just the words, "considerably more" had my pussy throbbing with anticipation. I licked my lips and swallowed, my mouth suddenly feeling very dry and replied, "I'm your girl, Mr. Stockman." Glancing around to make sure none of the kids were in the room, I said in a lower tone, "I'm your whore, Mr. Stockman."

He chuckled again and said. "I'm very, very pleased. Any questions?"

"Just tell me when and where, Mr. Stockman. Oh, and what should I wear?"

"We'll pick you up at noon tomorrow, Sonya. Just wear something simple -- you won't have it on long and perhaps some high heels." And then he hung up. I held onto the phone for a bit, shivers of erotic delight coursing through my body, ignoring my husband's evil stares.

That evening when we went to bed, Donnie pointedly turned his back to me, but I didn't mind -- I knew he'd want me afterwards. My mind couldn't dwell long on the strange evolution that my wedded sex life had taken (although even Donnie would have to confess -- we fucked now more than even when we were newlyweds). Images of being endlessly fucked coursed through my mind and I finger-fucked myself to orgasm as I pictured cock after cock -- practically swimming in an ocean of cum. As my hips bucked against my probing fingers, sugar walls clasping tightly to three fingers as I writhed with pleasure, my climax was somehow sweetened as I felt Donnie's eyes upon me, his expression of lust and disgust.

Friday morning passed by agonizingly slow. Donnie had left for work without a word, offering me only passing looks of contempt before he stormed out the door. Tara, on the other hand, listened patiently as I gave her instructions for dinner plans -- I always had several frozen casseroles on hand, as well as a shopping list and money for groceries and additional cash for eating out. It gave me a warm feeling to know that my daughter was willing and able to help me out.

When the limousine pulled up, I hurried down to where a burly driver held open a door for me, my heart pounding wildly. I carried a handbag with essentials and was wearing a simple black mini-skirt and three inch heels. I hadn't bothered with a bra or panties. I climbed into the limousine and found myself in a compartment that seemed larger than my own living room. Mr. Stockman, looking regal sat there with his daughter Joan curled up beside him. He looked as if he'd just come from a power luncheon, wearing a dark suit and blue tie. 

Joan, his fiftyish daughter, was dressed more casually, a knee length sweater dress with a deep, square-cut neckline, exposing the upper halves of her considerable bosom. Her graying blonde hair was pinned up, exposing the long graceful line of her neck and her blue eyes shone with lust as she took me in.

We quickly sped away from my house after Mister Stockman pressed a button and speaking presumably to the driver, said, "Airport, James." He smiled at me and said, "The company jet is fueled up and ready to go...as I hope you are."

I nodded and replied, "I'm at your command, Mr. Stockman."

He laughed and said, "I like my whores to be so willing to please." He patted his daughter's exposed knee and said, "Help our Sonya get ready for her big adventure!"

Joan smiled and said, "Of course, Father." She uncurled from her seat and crossed over to sit next to me. She leaned into me, her breasts mashing into my bare arm and kissed me -- her tongue slipping between my lips to be greeted and touched by my own. A shiver of delight ran through me and I was mildly pleased to feel a similar shiver in Joan. She dropped a hand to my exposed thigh and quickly ran it up under my dress until I moaned as she wormed it between my inner thighs to palm my wet and aroused pussy.

Breaking the kiss, Joan turned to her father and said, "Already hot and juicy, Father. No panties." She turned back to me and said, "We like that. Now, off with the dress -- there'll be no more clothes for our little fuck slut until we come home."

Another delicious shiver rippled through me accompanied by a thread of doubt. Naked? We were heading to the airport and I would be boarding a plane naked? Still, a year's experience had taught me much and I did not protest -- instead murmuring, "Yes, Ma'am."

Joan smiled approvingly at my submissive tone and then lustily as my naked body was put on display -- my nipples hardening from both the cool air of the limo and from my arousal. She took my dress and carefully folded it up and opening up a compartment between seats, stored it. She then pulled out a strip of leather and my eyes widened as I saw it was studded with sparkling diamonds and then I recognized it for what it was -- a dog collar.

Joan nodded and said, "For the next few days, you're our little fuck bitch -- our fuck toy and we want everyone to be clear who owns you.." She placed it around my neck and locked it into place -- another shiver of pleasure swept through me and I moaned as my pussy began to spasm and I had a little orgasm on the spot and was unable to control myself as I squirted pussy juice, hearing it splatter on the carpeted floor of the limousine.

Mr. Stockman chuckled and said, "Why, I believe Sonya is pleased with you, dear."

Joan's hand slithered down between my legs again and I moaned happily as she caressed my aroused flesh with her index finger -- the long digit sliding slowly between my blossomed labia, fueling the wet fire between my thighs. She brought her hand up to display her cunt cream covered finger to me and then brushed her finger against my lips, making little noise of pleased pleasure as I sucked it clean. She brought her hand down to cup and caress my full breast, palm scraping over my swollen nipple. "Isn't she beautiful, Father?"

"Indeed, she is," Mr. Stockman replied. He looked out the window. "Ah, we're here, Joan. Finish getting Sonya ready, please."

I glanced out the window and was surprised to see us pulling up to a small jet plane like you see in the movies. My attention was called back to Joan as I felt her fumble with my collar and heard a metallic snap. I gasped as I realized that she was now holding a leash -- a leash attached to my collar. Another mini-orgasm rocked me and I again ejaculated pussy juice onto the limo floor. The driver opened the door and Mr. Stockman climbed out. Joan followed, tugging on the leash and with only a bit of stumbling, I climbed out, naked and aroused.




The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 04



A few people prepping the plane for take-off paused to get a good look at the Stockman' new pet whore. A cold wind made me shiver -- gooseflesh popping up all over my quickly reddening skin. I could feel drops of cunt cream splatter on my thighs or making impossibly loud sounds as they dropped onto the tarmac. 

I'm sure part of me was humiliated to be so brazenly put on display, but most of me was incredibly aroused. I'm proud of my body -- and it made me wet to see such interested expressions from the men who paused to appreciate my naked flesh. I stood there on display, making myself stand erect, thrusting my pelvis and breasts out -- my humiliation overridden by my own lustful pride. There was a part of me yearned to see these same men and those same expressions someday as they might recognize me as I shopped at the local grocery store or dining out in a local restaurant.

Then there was a tug on my collar and Joan sternly commanded, "Come on, my sweet little whore." She led me across the tarmac to where the jet awaited. I did my best to make her proud, strutting along like a sexy cougar, hips swinging and tits bouncing enticingly until we climbed up the ramp stairs and into the plane.

For what seemed a small jet from the outside, it was surprisingly spacious on the inside with a few rows of large comfortable seats and beyond it a lounge area with lush couches against the sides of the cabin and a small bar and refrigerator.

Joan commanded me to sit and belt in while we awaited take-off, taking a seat next to me. I meekly complied, feeling incredibly aroused at being under her domination. Mister Stockman boarded and immediately ordered the pilot to take off. I felt a little dizziness as the small jet roared into the sky, my ears popping as the cabin pressurized. As we climbed, Joan's right hand drifted over between my naked thighs, fingers finding their way into my wet, spread open flesh, so any nervousness I felt about flying was distracted as she teased my sodden pussy.

Finally, the pilot announced we could remove our belts and after pouring us all a drink, Mister Stockman guided us to the lounging area of the plane. He sat down across from me and said, "Well, now, Sonya -- I'm sure you're curious as to the details of your assignment?" 

While Joan continued to sit next to me, her hand returning between my legs, I nodded and said, "Oh, yes sir! Just imagining has made me wet."

Mister Stockman gave a short amused laugh while his daughter murmured, "Beyond wet -- she is a virtual cunt swamp, Father." Joan looked up at her father, eyes shiny with lust and said, "While you explain things, may I have a taste? I've wondered for so long..."

Mister Stockman nodded and she lithely slid to her knees on the carpeted surface of the plane and in a husky and commanding whisper, said, "Open your thighs, Sonya -- allow my daughter to eat you."

With a moan, I spread my legs for her, finding it difficult to pay attention to her father as I felt first her hot breath and then her long tongue snaking through my twat. As Joan began licking me slowly, relishing my taste, Mister Stockman began to explain my mission. "Sonya, we are flying to Key West. There we will be meeting with an...associate of mine, Trey Granter." I recognized the name -- he and his home often popped up on those cable shows about the very rich and fabulous.

"For several years now, Trey and I have had an ongoing bet. Once a year, we meet in Key West -- each of us bringing a woman to compete in a gang-bang competition. The rules are straightforward -- she who can take the most loads of cum wins." I let out a long, drawn out moan, partly from Mr. Stockman' words and partly from Joan's tongue which was stirring around inside my pussy touching me in sweet spots that only another woman would know.

"I've lost the last four years and I don't like losing, Sonya," Mister Stockman said gravely. He leaned forward and grinned wolfishly at me. "I've had you in mind since the first time you sucked my cock, dear. Mr. Richards has kept me informed about your activities and I believe that you were born to win this competition. You've been told you will be paid a ten thousand dollar fee if you'd attempt this assignment. If you win, Sonya, I'll double the fee!'

I moaned again, again a mixture of the thought of having twenty-thousand dollars in hand and because Joan was lifting up my clitoris with her tongue and somehow probing the little shelf it rested on. A spasm of pleasure shot through me and the woman chuckled as I sprayed pussy juice over her face. "I'm...I'm your slut, Mr. Stockman. I would fuck the entire world for you!" I squirmed in my seat, my hands drifting up to play with my throbbing nipples as Joan ground her face against my slick cunt. "I'll be happy to start right now and fuck you first, Mr. Stockman!"

The older distinguished gentleman laughed and toasted me with his tumbler of Scotch. "I will be honored to taste your fine pussy someday, Sonya, but until the main event, there'll be no cock for you -- you'll need to save your strength." He licked his lips then as he watched his daughter's head bob up and down in my crotch. "However, I might join you and my daughter." He stood up and undid his trousers, stepping out of them with ease. His cock was large and erect and for a man his age, extremely vigorous looking. He knelt and lifted up his daughter's dress, revealing that she too was without panties. 

Joan moaned into my pussy as her father ran his hand over her pussy and asscrack, betraying the fact that she too was very aroused and wet by the trails of cunt cream he created as his fingers slid up above her ass. I moaned as I was about to watch a father sink his cock into his daughter's cunt. He stroked his long cock and smiled at me as he maneuvered behind her and as he rammed it home, he said to me in a pleased and teasing tone, "Nothing like family...nothing like fucking a daughter. You have a daughter, don't you, Sonya? Nearly eighteen now...I wonder if she's a slut whore like her mother?"

I began to writhe as Joan's tongue ravished my pussy, Mister Stockman' words triggering an orgasm within me...my pleasure getting twisted up with all sorts of incestuous thoughts even as Joan's face slammed hard against my wide spread pussy, her father hammering his cock home -- thrusting brutally into his daughter's cunt.

Watching father and daughter fuck was too much for me -- my orgasm becoming a monster as I relished the vision of Mister Stockman and Joan engaged in such a taboo act. I heard Joan moan with lewd delight as I flooded her face with my creams, enflaming my pleasure as she lifted her face to show me my juices running off her lips and chin, her face contorted with the ecstasy her father's cock was providing.

"Fu-fuck me, Father. Love...love that big cock!" she sobbed as Mister Stockman' hand slid up her body, slipping hands under to cup her breasts, fingers yanking down the neckline of her dress, freeing her large breasts to hang like massive udders so he could squeeze and maul them at his leisure.

"I love you too, dear," her father said in those deep, stentorian tones, his very voice making me almost as wet as his daughter's ravenous tongue. He moved with the easy confidence of great experience and I shivered at the thought that these two had maybe been lovers longer than I'd been married...the intimacy of so many years making their lovemaking so wonderful. 

I sobbed and writhed under the lash of Joan's tongue, my orgasm waxing and waning and then waxing again as I watched father and daughter fuck -- occasionally flashing on images of my Donnie taking our daughter, fucking her with the same intensity he'd shown when I'd teased him about her someday offering her body to others -- being the whore that her mother was. I was a bit horrified yet greatly turned on by the vivid fantasies that competed with the reality of watching -- no, participating in a bout of incestuous fucking.

Joan was sobbing helplessly against my pussy, unable to do more than let her father's thrusts push her face against my slick, dripping cunt, when he finally growled with triumph and rammed his cock deep within her and began to cum, rousing her from her orgasmic stupor to sob gleefully as he filled her womb with his seed.

Sweating profusely, Mister Stockman climbed to his feet, his still hard cock coated thickly with semen and his daughter's cunt cream. "Sonya, if you please," he said, walking around his daughter lying prostrate, panting and moaning against my pussy, to stand close enough to me that I could lean in and take him in my mouth.

I moaned approvingly as I sucked father and daughter's juices off his slowly shrinking cock, savoring the taste as I rolled my tongue lovingly over his flesh, staring up into his eyes, trying to convey my love of what I was doing. The elderly man smiled at me, his handsome features making me quiver and ache to know him completely, while he stroked my head and sighed, "Ah, my girl....you are truly born to this. You love this, don't you?"

I let him slip from between my lips, his semi-erect cock now clean and planted a small kiss on the tip before replying, "I love doing this for you, sir." 

Joan moaned and began to move, letting herself fall to the carpeted flight deck and spreading her legs to show off her well fucked cunt, her father's sperm slowly leaking from her wide spread labia. "With your permission, sir," I said meekly, my hunger evident in my voice.

Mister Stockman nodded and gestured towards his daughter's prostrate body. I quickly went to my knees and pressed my face into Joan's cum filled cunt, moaning with pleasure as I lapped at her juices and her father's semen, lapping up large globs of his thick, tangy seed.

The air was quickly filled with the moans of the older woman as she writhed under my tongue -- perhaps not as experienced as hers in the ways of pleasing a woman, but eager and hungry and it was with great glee that I felt her convulse again and again as I licked her juicy flesh and swollen clitoris, making her orgasm over and over, before she went limp, barely conscious.

Mister Stockman sat back and beamed at us both, shaking his head when I reached for a towel to wipe his daughter's creams from my face. "You look lovely, Sonya."

Joan revived before we began to descend, putting herself in good order after licking and kissing my face in gratitude. "My greatest wish is to lick my father's semen from your sweet pussy," she whispered.

I kissed her softly, our tongues dancing and sharing her sweet creams, before I replied, "I dream of that day, Mistress."

#

The next twenty-four hours were a bit of a blur as I discovered that Key West has sensibilities unlike any place in the world to my knowledge. When we arrived in front of our hotel, a grand and ancient structure, I stepped from the Limo stark naked save for my high heels, my hair a bit askew from making love to Joan.. Mister Stockman led me across the pavement, taking his time to show off his leashed whore and looked please as I held my head up high and proud as he let me strut on the main street as tourists and onlookers hooted and whistled.

I marveled as we stood in the lobby that nobody blinked an eye at my nakedness, posing on the old marble floor before being led up the wide staircase to our suite of rooms. I felt so aroused at being so blatantly exposed and knew that many were eyeing my wet thighs, glistening with the heavily flowing cream from my pulsating cunt.

Time seemed to drag on until the next evening, when after resting most of the day, I was led down the street from our hotel to another antiquated building with a small sign that announced it was "The Club." I had drawn more than my fair share of hoots and whistles as Joan again led me stark naked down the sidewalk by the leash, making me move quickly enough that my breasts were bouncing along nicely and by the time we began our ascent up some old cast iron steps that begun just inside The Club's entrance, I had felt several men's and a few women's hands caress my breasts or butt cheeks or pinched or twisted my throbbing nipples.

It was hot and humid, becoming more so as we finished climbing three flights of steps and emerged onto the top floor of The Club. There was a huge crowd of people and I had to wonder for a moment if the floor could actually support them all. The entire top floor of the building was one big open room with four groupings of tiered theater seats facing inward to where two large reclining lounge chairs sat side by side -- perhaps ten feet between them.

Most of the seats were full of men and women of all ages and between the sections stood a multitude of naked men of all ages and sizes...young men scarcely beyond their teenage years, men who looked like they'd left sixty behind them and all ages in between. Some were muscular, some fat, some skinny as rails, White, Black, Hispanic and Asian.

As we entered, all gave up a cheer -- Mister Stockman and his daughter waving and smiling. I felt a wave of nervousness and shyness wash over me as I felt maybe a couple of hundred pairs of eyes roaming over my naked body. Despite any apprehension I felt, between my legs my juices were pouring out of my pussy and making my thighs glisten.

As we neared the center of the room, another group of people entered from another door. A man, perhaps twenty years younger than Mister Stockman approached in a cream white linen suit. He was wearing sunglasses that he pulled off to get a better look at me. On his arm was a very young Black woman as naked as I was. She had long, curly black hair tinged with red that fell down below her shoulders and was tall and slender with proud, upright breasts, capped with thin, long nipples. Between her legs, she was clean shaven, her long and luscious labia blossomed with arousal...arousal that was reflected in her dark eyes and in my own.

"Christ sakes, Stockman -- did you kidnap a soccer mom for this year's contest!" the man said as he approached, reaching out to take Mister Stockman' hand.

"It seems apropos, Trey, as you have appeared to have kidnapped a school girl," replied Mister Stockman. "Allow me to introduce Sonya Hammonds...a most skilled woman."

I took his hand when he offered his, feeling his eyes roaming lasciviously over my nakedness and judging from his smile, liking what he saw. "A pleasure, Mister Granter," I murmured softly.

"I'm sure the pleasure would be all mine, Sonya," he replied, bringing my hand to his lips which he kissed and gave the tiniest of licks. He held my hand as he continued to assess my lush body before turning to Mister Stockman and saying. "I may have misjudged, old man. I sense tremendous sensuality here."

"You have no idea, Trey," said Joan, sliding up beside me and undoing the leash.

The black woman inserted herself into the conversation, her full lips pouting as she said with an accent that reminded me of a vacation Donnie and I had taken down to New Orleans years ago, "What you think you see, Mon -- all I see is a big tittied old woman. I fuck her into the ground, Trey -- wait and see."

Mister Granter grimaced slightly and then shrugged as he said, "Forgive my manners, Gustav. Allow me to introduce Dominique Batillo. I have never met a woman with such an appetite for cock. She has an endurance that combined with her youth I believe you will find astounding."

Mister Stockman mirrored Granter's response and stepped forward and bowed to her, taking her hand in his and giving it a gentlemanly kiss. "I look forward to your performance, my dear."

Dominique smirked and said, "This be no contest, you know. Why you not bring me a real woman to compete instead of this tubby old whore."

Granter cleared his throat to catch her attention and with a slight jerk of her head forced her to withdraw. "Please excuse my girl, Sonya. She is but nineteen and full of herself. Of course, when one has such a fine, tight pussy as my Dominique does, one can get away with very poor manners."

I turned and smiled at her. "I understand, being a mother. I will look forward to this child eating her words when this is over."

"You'll eat my pussy first, old slut," she hissed at me.

"You should be so lucky, little girl," I shot back, my blood beginning to rise.

Mister Stockman held up a hand and chuckled. "Well, perhaps we should begin before this gangbang turns into a catfight." He nodded to Joan who steered me towards the nearest reclining lounger. In noticed high overhead was an electronic sign that blinked on as we approached, flashing a bright '0."

A middle aged woman, wearing heavy makeup with huge, meaty breasts nearly falling out of her skimpy silver dress, bleach blonde hair done up like Dolly Parton, strutted out to a place between the two loungers and raised a wireless microphone to her lips. "I'm Sandra Wellsley and as the owner and operator, I bid you welcome to THE CLUB!" she cried out. "Welcome to the fifteenth annual "FUCK-OFF OF THE SLUTS!" The crowd cheered wildly, sending a delicious thrill through me, beginning between my legs and exploding through the rest of my body.

"It's Mommy versus Missy as Sonya Hammonds vies with Dominique Batillo to see who can fuck and suck the most men." She glanced around to check that I was reclining in my lounger and then over at Dominique who had taken her place in the other lounger, her legs spread wide and fingering herself in front of the crowd. "Are the sluts ready?"

We both nodded and then the woman said, "Mister Stockman...Mister Granter -- do you claim the right?"

I heard Mister Stockman call out in his stentorian voice, "Absolutely," quickly joined by, "Aye...let's get this fuckfest rolling." I turned at Mister Stockman' voice and was shocked to see him in the last stages of disrobing, shucking his silk shorts to reveal an already erect cock...that long, thick penis I had enjoyed sucking several times already. A quick glance at my opponent revealed Trey Granter already naked and about to climb between Dominique's legs. His cock was long, but did not measure up to Mister Stockman' girth -- something I noted with more than a bit of self satisfied pleasure.

Sandra Wellsley licked her lips and said, "The rules are simple. She who fucks and sucks the most men wins the competition. It only counts if she swallows a load of sperm and has it deposited inside her. If either slut begs for someone to stop or refuses an offered cock, she forfeits! I am the solitary arbiter." She glanced again at Dominique and myself and when she received nods from us both, she grinned and said, "May the best slut win!"

I managed to see Trey scrabble atop his woman before Mister Stockman climbed between my legs, his cock, long and hard, jutting out from his gray pubic hairs. "I've been looking forward to this for some time, my dear."

I spread my legs wide, letting them hang off either side of the lounger, opening my pussy wide in anticipation.. "I've been dreaming of you fucking me, sir," I moaned in response. "Please fuck me with that fine looking cock!"

Moving like a man half his age, Mister Stockman eased up over my body, leaning down to kiss me as he brought his cock to press between my labia and as I shivered in anticipation, feeling a great wave of erotic heat washing over me, he shoved his cock into me. I was so wet and aroused, so anxious and hungry for cock, I took all of him in one swift, experienced stroke and as his large cock spread my inner flesh apart, filling me up with his dickmeat, I threw my head back and screamed as my first orgasm of the evening washed over me!

I felt so free and nasty -- fucking a man for money and even more, fucking him in front of hundreds of people, their cheers fueling the orgasmic fuel that burned through me as Mister Stockman began expertly thrusting into me!




The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 04



I came out of the throes of orgasm, feeling the sweat coating my body in the humid room, Mister Stockman' sweat splattering onto my body as he relentlessly fucked me, his face frozen in pleasurable concentration as he rammed in and out of me. I threw my legs up and wrapped them around his hips, urging him to increase his pace as I gazed up lovingly into his eyes. He brought the experience and skill of a man who'd been fucking and pleasuring women for over a half century and I was awed by how he seemed to know my every secret spot, twisting his hips just so to take himself a little deeper and bring me unsuspected depths of pleasure.

I was wrapped up in the depths of my second orgasm when as I bathed his cock with my hot juices that Mister Stockman murmured, "Silk fire, sweet silk fire," and then he rammed himself deep into my cunt and I cried out with great pleasure as his load of hot semen gushed inside me.

It was only when Mister Stockman began to withdraw from my clasping, quivering pussy that I glanced over at my competitor and saw a large Hispanic man fucking her hard and saw a '3" on the sign above her. I was impressed with her quick start, but I wouldn't have traded my lovely fuck with Mister Stockman for anything. In fact, as he came to his knees, I managed to sit up and leaning forward, took his cock in my mouth and licked his semen and my juices off his cock. 

I heard Sandra Wellsley cry out something garbled and heard a ring sound over my head and knew without looking that there was now a '1' flashing above me. As Mister Stockman withdrew, he bowed to me and said, "Win or lose, Sonya...it's been an honor and a pleasure!"

I felt my eyes misting up and a new glow spread through my body as I gasped, "Thank you, sir." Then I turned to see a line of men, grinning and eager lining up near me. The first was a young man, barely eighteen -- red-haired, freckled and naked -- sporting an erection that slapped stiffly up against his body. I gave him a big grin and motioned him to me as I said huskily, "Come to Momma!"

He climbed aboard me eagerly and after a moment or two of floundering about, found my cum filled pussy with his cock and began fucking me frantically. I tried to get him to slow down, but he was single-mindedly hammering his dick into my cunt while ducking his head to work on getting his lips around one of my swollen nipples. I was just getting into it, feeling the glow of approaching orgasm when he bit down hard on my thick, swollen nipple and emptied his load inside me. 

The feel of another load of fresh sperm, warming my hungry pussy brought me closer to orgasm and I was disappointed to feel him withdraw, although I felt touched when he fervently gasped, "Thank you, ma'am!"

I patted his shoulder and said, "My pleasure, honey. Get that thing hard and get back in line, sweetie!" He was grinning broadly as he climbed off me and then my attention was all on the large Black man approaching me, the humid heat making his milk chocolate skin glisten and the very large cock swinging between his muscled thighs making me gasp with anticipation.

He reached down and with one strong hand flipped me over onto my stomach and then pulled me up on my hands and knees. Being manhandled like that took me right to the edge of orgasm and then he took me over the brink as his club-like cock spread me wide and slowly buried itself in my flesh. I cried and screamed and I think I even barked like a mad dog as he buried his cock in me, touching virgin pussy flesh before I felt his thighs slap against my hips. He started fucking me slow...allowing my clasping cunt flesh to nearly adapt to his massive cock, but before long, he was fucking me hard and brutally. The world blurred out on me and I think I was lost in orgasm the entire time he was pounding me with his cock...orgasm that became almost lethal when he began to cum, making my womb feel like it was expanding under the tremendous load of semen he ejaculated inside me. 

I was gasping for breath as he withdrew from me, his massive cock leaving a trail of sperm and my juices trailing down my thigh and he laughed loudly when I managed to haltingly cry out, "Thank you!"

Next came your prototypical looking surfer bum with an incredibly muscular body, but with a slightly smaller than normal penis. His long blonde hair brushed my face as he pumped in and out of me, soothing me while I gathered myself together. My pussy was more than sensitive and while I didn't reach an orgasm, I was pleasantly close to one while he fucked me.

Once he had cummed and I was waiting for my next, I glanced over at my competitor. Her long black legs were wrapped around another beach bum and her head was thrown back -- a sneer of orgasmic ecstasy etched on her face. A glance upwards showed she was on number '8'! I then looked above my head to confirm my count of '4.' 

"Well, howdy there, missy!" I looked up to see a white man of about sixty approaching. His chest was covered with graying chest hair and he had a slight paunch. He was naked save for a ten gallon hat on his head. "You ready for some more?" His cock jutted out and he was stroking its very long and slender shaft.

I licked my lips and got to my knees, scooting over and patting the lounger. "I sure am, cowboy. Come on over here and let Momma give you a ride, you'll never forget!" He gave a girlish giggle of delight, making me laugh as I straddled him and slowly sank down on him, pausing only to snatch his hat off and put it on my head. I felt his cock impale me, going very deep and for a minute or two, I squatted on him and rode him hard before my muscles began to burn from exertion and tremble from arousal. I shifted to my knees and leaned in to lick the sweat on his face. I decided I needed to make up some ground and cried out, "I want to suck some cock!"

I felt motion behind me and then four men shifted to line up alongside me and my elderly cowboy. The first was a whipcord thin Hispanic man with a pencil mustache and a very erect cock. A shiver of wicked delight came over me as I took the stranger's cock in my mouth and began licking it, relishing his taste as I seemed to always do with each and every cock I pleasured. His fingers intertwined themselves in my dark hair, twisting and tugging at my locks as he moderated the movement of my mouth back and forth on his cock.

The moans of both men I was lavishing attention on filled my ears and I lost myself in sucking and fucking, feeling the excitement growing in me as I brought first the Hispanic fellow to orgasm, his salty seed flooding into my mouth as he groaned softly. Another man -- eyes magnified behind thick lenses, stepped up to take his place even as I was still swallowing the thick load of semen. I took his shorter, but thicker cock in my mouth and made him cum quickly, maybe from the noisy squeals I was emitting as I orgasmed from my cowboy's sudden explosion of hot semen in my pussy!

I milked my older gentleman for everything I could, considering I was quivering in the throes of orgasm, but reluctantly climbed off, him, remaining on my knees as I hungrily took the next cock to be sucked into my mouth. I glanced upwards and was gratified to see my number had jumped to '7,' but as I shot a glance at Dominique, I saw she was now on her knees, sucking one man's cock while another fucked her from behind. And her number was now '12!' 

I sensed another man stepping up to the lounger and I patted the mattress pad, indicating that he should sit down. He was a clean cut young man with curly, black hair and a six inch hard-on rising up out of a nest of equally curly black hair. Never letting the one cock slip from my mouth, I expertly straddled my newest hard penis and slid smoothly and wetly down on his shaft. I let him the cock slip from my mouth long enough to guide its owner around to stand at the head of the lounger and then before I wrapped my lips around it again, cried out. "Somebody fuck my ass!"

Again, I could hear more than see a shuffling among the men lined up to fuck me as those who wanted a crack at my asshole moved in. Over the last year -- I had taken quite a liking to being fucked in the ass and for the unique orgasms that it produced. There is nothing in the world quite like having a man empty a heavy and burning load of semen into your bowels after having stretched your asshole to accommodate a nice, big cock. Donnie who'd never even asked to fuck me up the ass seemed to prefer it over my pussy now -- I think he thought it degraded me even though all it really did was make me cum all the harder.

Hands spread my asscheeks and began pressing against my butthole, slick and shiny with semen and pussy juice from some of my earlier lovers. I groaned and clamped my mouth tight around the cock I was sucking as something big and flared wormed its way remorselessly into my asshole.

My body went rigid as I went airtight -- all my holes filled with hard, angry cock and as I felt the man beneath me begin nipping at my swollen and aching nipples, it was if something was detonated inside me as there was a terrific explosion of orgasmic pleasure that went off and held me transfixed as I was fucked hard by three cock. I felt slutty and helpless and wanton and I reveled as I was fucked, feeling two of the three cocks sliding back and forth, separated by a thin membrane of skin. My skin was on fire and I felt the sweat breaking out and pouring over my skin as I was filled to the brink with cock. 

My jaws and tongue began to ache with the exertion of pleasuring a mouth full of cockflesh, but it was a pleasurable exertion -- my body thrilling as it always did to explore the length and girth and contours of a man's erect penis with my lips and tongue, marveling that each is so similar and yet so wondrously different. As another flood of semen spilled across my tongue I was struck again how every male's seed is alike and yet each so deliciously unique. 

I grinned up into the grimacing face of the young man to show how much I enjoyed his seed and let him slip from my lips, semen and saliva smearing across my lips and chin, my tongue darting out to snatch a little glob of sperm that dropped on the corner of my mouth. Another cock, hard and proud waved in my face and I snapped at it hungrily, sliding my lips around the satiny, firm head.

Then my orgasm escalated to a new level as almost simultaneously, the cocks in my cunt and ass both went deep and began filling me with hot semen! I went wild, the cock in my mouth momentarily escaping as I scream with pure carnal pleasure, the spit covered head slapping against my lips and cheeks for a few moments before I regained enough mastery of myself to begin sucking again.

When I felt the slowly deflating cock sliding from my asshole and I was physically lifted off the cock I was sitting on, I became maddened, making garbled demands for more cock -- to be fucked and fucked again. Half prostrate from what seemed a never rending orgasm, barely able to move, I felt other hands take hold of me, opening my legs, spreading my ass cheeks and hard cocks one after another burrowing inside my cum filled holes.

I felt intoxicated, drunk on the incredible amount of semen I felt warming my insides, filling up my womb and my bowels and my stomach and the world around me seemed to gray in and out -- glimpses of cocks coming and going around my mouth, hands caressing my body while cocks of all sizes plumbed my ass and pussy. I was adrift on an ocean of orgasmic delight, riding a vessel comprised of hot, hard and sweaty male flesh, reveling in the never ending storm of semen and pleasure.

Pleasure escalated until my heart would nearly burst and then ebb slightly backwards and then rise again, flirting with that ever so alluring razor's edge of pain and pleasure -- discomfort seemingly always held at bay by the soothing balm of a never ending supply of thick, hot semen, bathing my pussy and ass, soothing both and providing lubrication for the next hard cocks to bury themselves inside me.

I was floating on clouds of carnal ecstasy, sometimes on my back, sometimes on my knees, sometimes suspended weightlessly in midair, impaled on cocks while strong sweaty arms loaned support as I was fucked and fucked again. I would have grown hoarse from cries and screams of pleasure except for a near constant presence of cock and semen, the sweet, salty and tangy sperm of many men coating my throat and filling my belly. 

As I drifted in this ocean of excessive debauchery, I had visions and glimpses of others -- of Dominique riding on the same ocean of hard penises and creamy jizzum, her dark skin glistening with sweat while she was fucked by a faceless crowd of men...her arrogant expressions gone and replaced by ones of sheer lust, tinged with something almost indefinable -- perhaps disbelief or concern. Out of my own fog of carnality, between glimpses of cock and flesh, I saw numbers come and go, always getting larger...'20,' '32,' '45,' '60,' '83' and on and on, rising even as my orgasms increased in intensity, never seeming to end, waxing and waning, but never abandoning me.

Then I came to myself, moaning as I felt a very large cock withdrawing from my pussy with a thick, liquid plop. My eyes focused as I recognized the black man who had fucked me early in the contest -- his cock dropping to half mast and coated with semen, still looking massive. I ran my tongue over my swollen lips, tasting the semen of God knew how many men. My body ached from the pounding I had been taking -- my pussy and ass pulsing, sensations drifting back and forth across that fine line of pleasure and pain. I lifted my eyes to the number board above me and I felt a little shock as I saw the number '117' flashing.

Had I actually fucked and sucked a hundred and seventeen men? The way my pussy and ass and jaws ached and the way my head was spinning and my heart was pounding seemed to acknowledge that unbelievable number! I realized that the room had become almost completely silent and I weakly raised my head and saw Mister Stockman and Joan both grinning, their eyes ablaze with excitement. I turned and looked for my competitor and found her lying prone on her lounger, her eyes glazed over and her legs sprawled wide, her hips at the edge of the seat. Her pussy gaped open, an almost unbelievable mass of semen oozing from her. Above her, her sign number was the same as mine -- the number '117' blinking at me.

"Is...is it over?" I managed to wheeze.

Sandra Wellsley approached me, thick nipples sticking out against her skimpy, silver dress and even amidst the powerful aroma of all the cum in and around me, I could smell her arousal. She peered down at me and said in a voice thick with lust. "Are you conceding, my dear?" She glanced over at the apparently comatose Dominique and said, "The contest doesn't end until one of you say's 'no more.'"

I shook my head, surprised at how stiff I was and gasped, "Never." I started to call out for another cock, but found my attention frozen on Dominique's well fucked and cum filled pussy. I knew if I was to look down, I would no doubt see a similar collection of spunk slowly flowing from my aching cunt. An idea -- no, a need began to grow in my mind and I moaned as I slowly swung my legs around and over the side of the lounger. A surprised murmur rose from the crowd.

I grunted with effort as I pushed myself up, feeling semen trickling down my leg as I swayed unsteadily for a moment on my feet. I took a step forward and immediately went to my hands and knees, barely avoiding falling flat on my face. I simply couldn't walk...I was too weak and too shaky. Nevertheless, I was determined to move forward. Slowly, I began to crawl towards Dominique -- my eyes fixed on the sperm packed hole between her legs. The crowd grew noisier and I almost could sense the entire room taking a step towards us to get a better view of whatever I was about to do.

I seemed to take forever to crawl over to the young, black woman, my entire body aching, my pussy and ass aching as I moved along, warm semen dripping down my thighs or splattering to the ground as I progressed.

Finally, I found myself between Dominique's spread thighs -- the smell of her sweat and her pussy mixing with the aroma of so many men's sperm to create a heady perfume that filled my nostrils and propelled me to finish what I'd set out to do. As the crowd gasped, I plunged my face into the cummy mess of Dominique's pussy. A tremor of pleasure rippled through me, foreshadowing the possibility of orgasm as my mind processed the sheer and audacious carnality of me rubbing my face in the semen of dozens of men, lapping it up as I ran my tongue up, down and around the black woman's swollen and worn labia -- opening my mouth wide and slurping up all that delicious cum.

After nearly a minute, I felt Dominique begin to shift underneath me as I cleaned her up, lapping away thick globs of semen to reveal her wrinkled pussy folds and her clitoris, swollen and pulsating, nearly an inch long. It was then that I raised my head back up and looked at the crowd behind me, my face covered in semen and pussy juice and croaked, "Give me cock!"

The entire crowd was silent...maybe in shock, maybe in awe and then applause broke out at my perverted actions and I saw the young red-headed man who'd followed Mister Stockman at the beginning of the competition run forward, a big grin on his face and his cock, long and hard bouncing as he ran. I gave him an evil, cum covered smile and wiggled my ass at him, even though my whole body ached with the effort. "Fuck Momma good and hard, baby," I said, my voice harsh with lust. 

I watched him kneel behind me and as he tilted my hips up slightly, I turned back and again buried my face between Dominique's thighs, my tongue running up and down her pussy, lapping up the copious amount of semen still oozing from her flesh. She groaned and quivered as my tongue slathered around her clit again and again.

My red-headed lover wasted no time and rammed his cock into my pussy, sending waves of pain and pleasure washing over my body as somehow, my nearly numb and well fucked flesh wrapped around his invading cock, massaging and kissing it as he buried himself deep inside me. His hands roamed all over my back and then down to my front, sliding somehow along my both sticky and sweaty flesh to finally cup my swaying tits and making me moan as his fingers found my sore and well used nipples, blood engorged and feeling as if they would simply explode.

My young man fucked me hard and with confidence and I wondered how many times did he have me today? It didn't matter as he hammered me with his cock -- my nerve endings, worn and frazzled were still firing and I could feel the pleasure build within me, always skirting the edge of pain as it escalated, but taking me up the road to sweet sexual bliss again.

At the same time, I was doing the same to Dominique, my tongue swirling about her clitoris and then delving deep between her pussy lips, retrieving what seemed to be an almost endless supply of semen as her weary cunt bathed my face with fresh pussy cream. She weakly began to buck her hips against my face, trying to time her movements with those of my ravenous tongue which kept pace with my red-head's cock thrusts. In turn, the crowd began to clap along, somehow linking us all into this act of carnality and debauchery.

My orgasm arrived first and I sobbed my ecstatic pleasure into Dominique's pussy as sheer sexual bliss tore me apart again -- pleasure so great I could barely stand it. Then I felt Dominique began to cum, her pussy spraying my face with her tasty juices and then beginning to almost convulse as if having as seizure as I gently wrapped my lips around her swollen, pulsating clitoris and began to suck the little aroused nub.




The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 04



My red-headed lover slammed into me deep and with a happy growl began to cum in my battered pussy and my pleasure went back and forth across that border it shared with pain and I nearly blacked out from its intensity. Although it probably lasted more than a few mind blowing moments, for what seemed an eternity, the three of us were locked body and soul in perfect sexual satisfaction, our bodies merging as one, sharing and expanding the carnal pleasure that dominated us.

Finally, I felt my young man fall back, his cock slipping from between my still clasping lips and I heard Sandra Wellsley cry out, "One hundred and eight for Sonya!" as the onlookers cheered. I continued to suckle on Dominique's clitoris, my tongue gently teasing it while her body shook uncontrollably until suddenly I felt her badly trembling hands on my head, pushing me away and sobbing, "No more, me -- I'm done...too much...too sweet -- too much, me." I raised my head up over her quivering mound to see Dominique's eyes roll back and then close and then she began to softly snore.

"We have a winner and new record holder!" I heard Sandra Wellsley shout and then it was as if a sea of people swarmed me and I was being touched and fondled by more than I could count. I thought I saw Mister Stockman standing there with his arms raised in triumph and then Joan's face floated in front of me and I could feel her tongue slithering across my sperm spattered face and then things went gray for me. I felt myself being lifted up and being carried or maybe floating along, then a warm, sea-salty breeze washing across my body until finally I was lowered into a bed of incredible softness.

My last memories were of a sweet and loving tongue, gently licking me, delving deep inside me, feeding on the ocean of semen inside me. A warm and stentorian voice urged, "Be gentle...she'll need lots of rest," to which the voice of Joan replied, "Of course, I'll be gentle, but I want it all -- I want all this sweet cum including that first load that you privileged her with." I think I sighed happily as I let myself fall into an unconscious state, savoring the knowledgeable tongue that licked my pussy, following sweet orgasmic pleasure into oblivion.

#

I let out a groan of pleasure as I let the sun's rays bake the soreness from my weary, naked body, relaxing on a chaise lounger atop the ancient and grand hotel in Key West. Through my sunglasses, I could see the Gulf of Mexico, seemingly almost motionless, a tranquil sea of turquoise. I stretched luxuriously, feeling like a tired, but very satisfied cat.

"Does Madam require the phone anymore?" said a young Hispanic man attired in a formal waiter's uniform. 

I could feel his eyes roaming over my nakedness, a smile of appreciation on his lips. I could feel my nipples harden under his gaze and was tempted to reward him for his admiration, but I was under doctor's orders and so, instead, shook my head and replied, "No thank you." He nodded and took it away, me admiring his tight buns as he moved away.

I had just finished talking with my daughter, Tara after Donnie had hung up on me twice. She had confirmed that Mister Stockman had called on Sunday and had informed my husband that I would be staying in Key West until the following Friday in order to rest and recover after my "performance." 

Tara had let me know that Donnie had been very polite with Mister Stockman, acting in a totally opposite way than he was currently treating me. "Just enjoy yourself, Mom. You deserve a break from us anyway." She had hesitated before plunging on with, "Congratulations, Mom. Mister Stockman said you outdid yourself." She paused again and said teasingly with a hint of a giggle, "Whatever it is you do."

I felt myself blushing and again wondered how much my nearly eighteen year old daughter actually knew about my work. It gave me a thrill thinking that she understood and approved of her mother. Tara hung up after again telling me to enjoy my rest, finishing with, "I got things here under control, Mom. We love you and miss you!"

It was now Tuesday. I had slept almost twenty-four hours after winning the gang-bang contest. It all seemed surreal to me now, just memories of cocks and orgasms to accompany the soreness that existed in every inch of my body. I didn't truly feel I was in pain, but rather the soreness that comes with good, honest work. A dull, steady ache permeated my pussy and asshole, but it wasn't totally unpleasant. Again, it was the soreness one associated with good, hard fucking.

Mister Stockman had brought in a doctor -- a lovely Asian woman who'd given me a gynecological exam and pronounced me healthy, if not a bit used. She'd prescribed three weeks of rest and abstaining from vaginal and anal sexual activity and while I was horrified at the prospect of going so long without sex after it had become such a daily part of my life, I had yielded to Mister Stockman' command to obey her, feeling all warm and gooey at his show of concern.

For the next several days, I was fawned over like I was royalty with Joan Stockman overseeing my recuperation. I received daily massages from both Mister Stockman' daughter and from the hotel's trained staff and while I resisted breaking the doctor's orders as both Joan's and the staffs loving massages made me drip with passion, it was hard. 

I did have an enlightening conversation with Joan as upon waking from a lazy morning nap, I confided in her my confusion at never having been fucked by Mister Richards at the bank.

Joan rubbed my shoulders, her hands slick with a warming oil as she told me. "Mister Richards believes in following a contract to the letter. Your agreement is to suck him off twice a week. He would never dream of pressing you to go further at work." She paused and then said slowly, "You have to think outside the agreement. He will never fuck you as his employed whore." She left the rest unsaid, but I looked over my shoulders at her with understanding in my eyes. A plan began to unfold in my mind.

Finally, it was time to leave and I left the hotel for our plane just as I had arrived, naked and being led on a leash by Joan Stockman. I was given a standing ovation as the workers and most of the occupants of the hotel had either been witness or participants to my victory over the lovely Dominique. 

As we rode to the airport, my hand in Joan's, I ran over again the numbers I had achieved in the contest. Of my received one hundred and eighteen loads of cum, twenty men had fucked my ass, forty-one had cum in my mouth and fifty-seven men had fucked my pussy and pumped me full of their wonderful semen. It had been a new club record. I was aware that in maybe someway, I had traveled a mad and deviate road, but I was proud of myself and aroused that I could be that free and sluttish. I might never attempt such a thing again, but I had done it. I had given myself body and soul to a game of debauchery and lust that most people couldn't even conceive of.

Even though it had been barely a week, in many ways, as I walked back up the front walk of my home, it had seemed like a lifetime since I had left. I felt odd, definitely overdressed in my skimpy black miniskirt after a week of being constantly naked. I checked and rechecked that I had my handbag, new arousal growing over Joan's parting gift that she had slipped into my bag as I had leaned back into the open limo door and gave her one last loving kiss. 

"It's a DVD of your record breaking performance. Father let me have a sneak peak. It's very good...the cameras missed nothing!" It was with those words ringing in my ears and lighting afresh the almost constant fire in my pussy that I greeted my family, receiving hugs and kisses on the cheeks and even receiving a kiss on the lips from my husband. I had to wonder if Donnie could taste Joan on my lips and I regretted not eating her cunt on the flight home.

The afternoon and evening flew by, my kids chattering excitedly all through dinner, bringing me up to speed on their week. Donnie, who had started with being actually friendly, grew more quiet and sullen as the hours passed. Finally, Tara took her leave of us -- doing a slumber party with friends -- a reward for being the mistress of the house while I was gone, and my younger ones finally went to bed.

It was after midnight when I checked on them both and found them both sound asleep. Downstairs, I found Donnie in the living room, nursing his sixth or seventh beer of the night. He'd not said a word to me since dinner. He downed the rest of a beer, crumpled the can and ignored me as a sportscaster relived the day's key events.

I went to the kitchen and retrieved another can of beer for my husband and a soda for me and returned, sitting next to him on the sofa. As if I had something catching, he scooted slightly away from me. I sipped my soda and waited patiently for him to break the silence. It took him nearly fifteen minutes to speak.

"I reckon you really whored yourself up good down there in Florida," he muttered almost in a whisper.

"Do you really want to know, Donnie?" I said looking up at him.

My husband licked his lips slowly and I could see both the hate and the need in his eyes, both thrilling me yet making me a little afraid. Not for the first time I had to wonder if Donnie had a breaking point. He sneered, "Sure honey, why don't you give me a blow by blow description."

I grinned, having expected a response something like that, including the anger and resentment in his voice. I stood up and replied, "I can do better than that, Donnie. I can show you how much of a slutty whore I was." I went to my purse and withdrew the DVD Joan had given me. Without saying another word, I went and loaded it into the DVD player and then returned to my seat next to him, handing him the controller. "Go ahead, Donnie. You have no idea!" I purred.

Donnie looked down at the remote control for a long time, a muscle in his face twitching. Finally he nodded and pressed play. He stared intently as it opened with me parading naked into the large room to the cheers of the crowd. Donnie never said a word, staring intently at the screen as he listened to Sandra Wellsley's introduction and then the beginnings of the contest. The DVD utilized a split screen format and for the first time I was glad that I'd allowed Donnie to splurge with a bit of my whoring tips to buy a large, flat screen television. I had not even noticed any cameras during the gang bang competition, but Joan was correct -- it was very, very good, not missing anything.

The only words Donnie uttered as he watched were, "You fucking whore," once in a while, not even bothering to look at me as my performance kept him spellbound. He didn't even respond when I made comments while we watched such as, "Mister Stockman fucks like a man a quarter his age...he has a magnificent cock."

As Donnie watched me get fucked, one man after another, I saw his pants begin to tent. Pleased, I reached out and began to rub my hand over the growing erection in my husband's pants, finally unzipping his fly and reaching out and taking his cock in my hand, stroking it gently. Glancing at the screen, I saw myself being fucked by the hugely hung Black man, screaming with pleasure and smiled as Donnie's cock throbbed with excitement.

While he watched me get gangbanged, both captivated and horrified, I leaned down and began sucking his cock, lovingly lavishing it with wet attention with my tongue. I bobbed up and down, my lips sliding back and forth along the length of his shaft, letting my tongue run along his hot skin and then over his firm, yet soft cock head, lapping up his heavily flowing precum.

Donnie groaned as we both heard me cry out on the television, "I want to suck some cock!" and suddenly my husband was shooting a load into my mouth, his hot semen so familiar to me...still delicious and triggering a flashback of all the cum I had drank a week ago. I sucked him until he was growing soft in my mouth and when I tried to let him slip from between my lips, his hand came down heavy on my head to hold me in place. "You fucking whore," he groaned, still watching the gangbanging of his wife.

I relaxed and gently sucked and nursed his cock, feeling new life in his member as he watched me call out, "Somebody fuck my ass." As my muffled moans of being fucked in all my holes filled our living room, Donnie's cock returned to full erection and he kept muttering, "You fucking whore," over and over again, as his fingers intertwined in my hair and he roughly pulled me down to the floor onto my knees and dragged me between his knees.

I resumed sucking his cock as he watched me take on cock after cock, white, black, Hispanic and Asian, taking them in my cunt, my ass and my mouth, my moans and those of Dominique punctuating his mantra of, "You fucking whore." Donnie came again, this time forcefully yanking my mouth off his cock and cumming in my face, shooting thick streamers of semen across my cheeks and over my lips and chin and into my hair, cumming and then rubbing his cock across my face as he sobbed, "You fucking whore!" 

I chuckled and moaned, "Yes, Donnie, I'm your fucking whore...your slut, your cockhound. I live to fuck and I'm going to fuck the world," before I again took his cock in my mouth, 

Donnie groaning and writhing on the sofa cushion as I sucked and licked his now limp cock as he kept watching me get the gangbanging of a lifetime, wondering how I looked, cocks constantly in me, fucking me, cumming inside me and knowing that my husband hated me and loved me and that this all turned him on, moaning happily as he slowly recovered and for the third time became erect, his fingers scrabbling at the sofa cushion and through my dark tresses as I tongued his so sensitive flesh, trying to share in my own perverted way a simple taste of the tremendous pleasure and pain I had experienced.

Donnie came a third and final time as he watched me get fucked, a quick glance showing two big, heavily muscled men -- one white and one black, holding me suspended between them, one's cock buried in my ass and the other impaling me with his tremendous cock, me squalling with carnal delight as they fucked me without mercy. Again, Donnie withdrew from my mouth and sprayed his jism all over my face.

We watched the entire video that night, me on my knees, resting my head on his thigh, kissing and nursing at his exhausted cock, watching me fuck and suck one hundred and eight men and devour the hot, mixed semen of dozens more from Dominique's pussy. When it ended with the large black man who'd been one of the first to fuck me carrying my nearly unconscious body out of the room, Donnie muttered, "You fucking whore," one more time and shoved me away, making me sprawl on the floor as he stood up and tucked his limp cock away.

I stared up at him, proud and defiant, daring him to follow through as he pursed his lips as if to spit. "I am a fucking whore," I said with pride in my voice. "And I love it, Donnie."

My words seem to deflate him and he walked out of the room and went upstairs to bed. He didn't speak another word to me for three days, but for the next two nights, he was waiting downstairs after everyone went to bed and we watched my gangbang again and again while I sucked his cock.

I wasn't sure what would happen next, but I knew that my evolution as a slut wasn't nearly finished. There were desires and ideas and hopes running through my mind and Donnie played a role in many of them. I think he sensed it too. It was no longer a question whether or not I would give my sluttish life up, but rather how far would I take it. I didn't have a clue, but I couldn't wait to find out!

To be continued...



The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 05



First off, is you hate cuckold stories, STOP NOW! Of course, it would help to read Chapters 1-4 before reading this. I am pleased at how this chapter turned out and I hope you like it too. Please let me know your thoughts on it, pro or con. Your feedback helps.

As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters exist solely within the confines of the story and my imagination. Enjoy! Oh, and again, if you hate cuckold stories, stop now...you've been warned!





I think I fussed over this dinner more than I haveA ever done for our Thanksgiving, Christmas or Easter dinners in years past. I had prepared a roast and potatoes as well as my mama's coleslaw and my own creamed corn.  For desert, I'd fixed a chocolate meringue pie – my specialty, always in high demand at Church suppers and the kids' bake sales. Our dinner table was set with our best china and silverware – I even got out the good linen napkins that rarely saw the light of day outside of Christmas dinner.

I wasn't wearing my Sunday best for the dinner, but rather a new dress I'd picked up the day before – a simple black dress, modest compared to many of my working outfits, with the hem a mere four inches above the knee and displaying only a little cleavage in its mild scoop neck, accented by the double strands of good, but fake pearls my mother had left to me. The fabric molded itself to my braless breasts, my nipples swollen and hard, making prominently displayed bumps. Beneath my dress, my lacy black panties were already soaked and I feared that at any moment I would feel the warm trickle of pussy juice running down my thigh.

Donnie lingered nearby, wandering into the dining room or the kitchen to give me looks of disgust and anger on occasion, the words "whore," "slut," or "cunt," always on his lips and occasionally wafting to my ear in his venomous hisses. At least he'd put on dress shirt and his good slacks and looked presentable. I would smile back at him and tell him I loved him, occasionally glancing down to confirm the hint of an erection tenting his pants.

With the food prepared and looking absolutely delicious, the younger kids staying overnight with friends and my oldest daughter, Tara, about to leave to spend the night with her best friend and myself looking hopefully elegant and a little sexy, I glanced at the clock. It was just a few minutes shy of six o'clock in the evening and I let loose with a little sigh of relief.

As the old grandfather clock in the living room struck six, its chimes were countered by the ringing of the front door bell. He was here! I met Donnie in the hallway, his expression stormy and his fists balled in anger. "You fucking whore," he growled. "I can't believe you really did it. You invited that motherfucker to dinner in my house."

I stood on tiptoe and bussed my husband on the cheek. "Our house, Donnie...that I'm paying for at the moment, thanks to him." I walked on by him and then glanced over my shoulder, smiling happily as I said, "Well, c'mon. Let's greet our guest."

With Donnie slowly following me, I opened up the front door, my heart beating very quickly with excitement that I could feel all the way down to my loins which were pulsating with arousal. Our guest stood there and his appraising glance of me sent quivers of desire through me as I said happily, "Good evening, Mister Richards. Welcome to our home."

#

"Mister Richards, would you like to come to dinner at our house Saturday night?"

I was standing at the door, about to leave the office of my bank manager, Mister Richards, feeling a bit nervous – almost like an awkward teenage girl asking a boy to go on a date. I was already feeling strange simply because during my entire visit, I had stayed dressed, sitting in a plush chair in front of his desk, chatting about my recent visit to Key West and my whorish triumph there.

I had arrived with the hope – no, hunger and need to suck the older man's cock, something I had done twice a week for nearly a year without fail, but under doctor's orders and the command of one of my more influential patrons, Gustav Stockman, I had been chaste for nearly three weeks – the recovery time deemed necessary after having sucked and fucked one hundred and eight loads from my winning a gang bang competition.

My employer had declined my offer to resume sucking his dick a few days early and had instead spent almost half an hour praising my sluttish ways, having revealed that he'd seen a recording of my gang bang victory. It didn't upset me that copies of the DVD of my gang bang were being passed around – in fact, it made me even hornier. Finally, Mister Richards had dismissed me with a heavy sigh, a regretful glance at his pocket watch and then telling me, "I look forward to seeing you on Tuesday, my dear Sonya."

I had gotten up and was at the door when I paused and turned back and worked up the nerve to invite him to dinner. Mister Richards looked at me for a long moment, studying me. "You mean, me coming to your house socially...outside of our business relationship?"

I nodded and said, "Absolutely. I would very much like to show my appreciation for all you've done for me and my family. I'm a good cook and...well, you already know where my other talents lie."

What our business was and where my talents lay was that for the past year, I had served Mister Richards and a cabal of well off citizens of our town as a whore, offering sex in exchange for keeping our mortgage paid – the recession having cost me my job, and almost costing my family the roof over their head. My husband's job had been cut back to almost half-time and we'd have never stayed afloat without my whoring paying for the mortgage and the substantial tips I got with nearly every job I was sent on. 

Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays, I received assignments and on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I would give Mister Richards a loving blowjob. Strangely, he had never attempted anything more...staying as it were within the agreement we had established for our "business" relationship. It had taken the insight of one of my favorite customer's daughter, Jane Stockman, to make me understand that Mister Richards would never expand on our activities within the confines of our agreement. From that simple explanation, an idea had been born in my mind, one that had grown over the last couple of weeks, complete with all the ramifications it entailed. Indeed, it had been some of those ramifications that had spurred me all the more to ask Mister Richards to come to dinner. 

Mister Richards studied me for a long minute, his intense gaze making me wet for him. I'm sure some people would find it amazing that I harbored such ardent desires for a man hovering around sixty years old, with a pot belly and greatly thinning hair, a seemingly ordinary man. But...there was something about him, something that spoke deeply to the sluttish side of me...a confidence and a power that had captivated me since the day he had proposed I become a whore and work for him and his cabal and had then proceeded to command me to strip naked and suck his cock. Since that first moment when he'd awakened that realization about myself, I had ached to be his...to do whatever he bid me do.

Mister Richards smiled and nodded. "I think I'd enjoy such an evening very much. What time should I arrive, Sonya?"

I licked my lips as every fiber of my being wanted to crow with joy that he'd said, "Yes," and I replied, "Would six o'clock be good for you, sir?"

He nodded and said, "Wonderful, my dear." I turned to go, but paused when he called out, "Sonya, will your husband be there?"

I looked back at him, willing myself to sound calm as I replied, "Would you like him to be there, Mister Richards?" and then silently prayed for the him to give me the answer I wanted.

I think my employer could read my desire on my face because he gave me a big grin and replied, "Absolutely, Sonya. I think that would be most appropriate for the occasion. See you, Saturday."

I walked away, barely noticing his receptionist, Lily Fox smiling speculatively at me as I left, so desperate was I to get to my car and get my hands under my dress. In the bank parking lot, sitting in my car, I had my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy, sobbing with pleasure as I thought of what I had done!

My announcement to my husband that we would be hosting our bank manager to dinner triggered the loudest and angriest argument of our marriage – so ugly that Tara had without bidding, had shepherded the younger kids into her compact car and had taken them out for ice cream while her father blew his top.

"NO WAY, YOU FUCKING WHORE, IS THAT MAN COMING IN MY FUCKING HOUSE. I SUPPOSE YOU WANT TO FEED HIM AND FUCK HIM TOO! I'LL BURN THIS FUCKING PLACE DOWN FIRST!" he had screamed, his voice becoming shriller with each word.

I stepped up into Donnie's face and said firmly back, screaming at the top of my voice, "IT'S OUR HOUSE, DONNIE AND IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, THE ONLY REASON WE'RE STILL HERE IS BECAUSE OF MY WHORING WAYS. WE OWE THAT MAN EVERYTHING AND HE'S COMING TO DINNER AND IF HE WANTS TO FUCK ME UP THE ASS ON TOP OF THE DINNER TABLE, YOU'LL LICK MY ASS SO HE CAN SLIDE HIS COCK RIGHT IN!"

The yelling went on for awhile, with the usual variations about me being a slut and whore and me reminding him of who was the real breadwinner now. The argument came to an abrupt end when I suddenly reached out and grabbed Donnie's crotch, confirming my suspicions about him being erect.

"He's coming to dinner, Donnie, that's all there is to it." I said in a calmer voice. I squeezed his cock through his slacks, "You can call me a whore and fuck slut all you want. We both know it's the truth, but we also both know that deep down, you like me this way. The thought of having Mister Richards over to dinner and whatever else he wants, excites you. Hell, Donnie, you're ready to cum in pants right now!"

My words burst the balloon that was Donnie's righteous indignation and for a moment I thought he would cry as his face clouded over with shame, but I knew that once again, I'd hit the nail on the head. Whatever else my husband felt about my being a slut for hire, there was a part of him that was aroused by being cuckolded and now for the first time since this had all began, he faced the possibility of seeing it done first hand.

I stepped into my husband's arms at that moment and kissed him, his lips reluctantly opening up to my probing tongue. I would have liked to have fucked him right on the spot...I was almost at three weeks without cock and so horny, but I knew that he wouldn't...I'm not sure he could anymore without knowing that another man had first been with me sexually. When the kiss ended, I whispered, "I am a fucking whore, Donnie, but I am your fucking whore. I love you and I know you love me." I finished the kiss and then turned to leave for the kitchen to inspect the contents of the refrigerator. I looked over my shoulder at my husband and grinned, "Why don't you go jack off and think about what's going to happen." I didn't look back again, knowing as I heard him tromping up the stairs that he was going to be doing exactly that.

The next day and a half, Donnie scarcely said a word to me other than to hiss his insults my way. I was busy cleaning house and prepping for dinner. I called my kids' friends' mothers to arrange for sleepovers, explaining that we were having company and asked Tara if she could make herself scarce as well that night.

My daughter was more than a little curious, asking a few probing questions. "Mister Richards from the bank is coming for dinner, Mom? Isn't he the guy you're working for now?"

I smiled and nodded, "You could say that, honey. He's part of a group I guess you could say I work for."

Tara gave me an odd look, one that was heavy with speculation and a little bit of amusement. "So...is this dinner part of your work for him?"

I started to open my mouth to say yes, but I knew that that wasn't true. I laughed a little and then shook my head before replying, "No, not really. This is personal. I suppose this is my way of saying thank you to Mister Richards. He kept us from losing the house and I imagine, so much more." In my mind, I was wondering if I should tell her that without my job, we'd likely be unable to afford sending her to college in the fall.

That had satisfied her curiosity and she'd been a great help to me getting things ready, assisting in the kitchen and ferrying my younger ones to their sleepovers, allowing me to focus on getting everything ready for the moment Mister Richards came into our home.

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"Mister Richards, you remember my husband, Donnie?" I had my arm tucked around Mister Richards' arm as I guided him into our home. Donnie stood in the doorway, his hands now stuffed into his pants pocket, glowering at us.

The bank manager smiled and extended his hand. "Why of course. It's been too long, Mister Hammonds. I remember fondly our last meeting." He glanced at me with a sly grin. "That was when your lovely wife first proved her worth, as I recall."

Donnie stared at his extended hand and then with an expression of great distaste, reached out with his hand and limply shook the banker's hand. "Sir," he said meekly.

I guided our guest into the living room, him studying his surroundings. "Lovely house, my dear, simply lovely. I understand your desire to keep it and how it must fuel your...enthusiasm for your work." He paused and picked up an antique candy dish I'd found in a yard sale. "Exquisite, Sonya. I always suspected you had marvelous taste." He paused and chuckled, "Or is it I also suspected you tasted marvelous?"

I giggled like a teenager girl at his teasing comment while Donnie just frowned. I offered him a drink and he surprised me by asking for a beer when I thought he might request something a little more refined. I fetched him and my husband beers and returned to find Donnie sitting in his easy chair, face flushed bright red and Mister Richards on the sofa, going on about me and my talents. "...I never suspected how well suited Sonya was for her vocation. I mean, I saw in her the raw talent, but never suspected she would take to it so heartedly." After I handed out the beers, Mister Richards patted the sofa cushion next to him and I didn't hesitate to sit down, pressing my mostly bare leg against his pin stripped trousers.

My employer continued singing my praises without pause, Donnie's eyes widening in shock as Mister Richards dropped his hand calmly and possessively on my bare leg above the knee, sliding his finger upwards to expose more of my thigh while he said, "I don't think Sonya's ever gone out on a....an assignment that within a few hours, I haven't received a call raving about how wonderful she is. I've never seen the like before, everyone, men and women both, amazed at her skills and her enthusiasm." 

Mr. Richards leaned forward and said, "I tell you, Donnie, your wife was born to be a whore!" As he spoke, his hands slid up under the hem of my dress, fingers easily finding my mound and feeling the heat and wetness soaking through my silky panties. I gave a little gasp as the tips of his fingers trailed over my labia, the silk molded to my lips.

Donnie's mouth gaped open and for a second I thought he might throw his beer can at Mister Richards, but then we all heard a door shut upstairs and then footsteps coming lightly and quickly down from above. We all quickly came to our feet, me a little unsteady in my high heels as we watched my daughter come downstairs. I had completely forgotten she was still here.

Tara looked lovely as only a nubile eighteen year old girl can. She was dressed for a night's dancing in a short sheath dress, strapless, the bodice barely containing her young, pert breasts, while her legs were made even shapelier by her three inch stilettos. Tara had her sandy blonde hair braided into a French twist that hung over her shoulder, calling attention to the exposed portion of her breasts that barely jiggled as she came down the stairs, smiling at us.

A quick glance around had me smiling with naughty amusement as I couldn't tell whether my husband or our guest was staring at my daughter with the most lust. Of course, I felt some strange yearnings myself...not for the first time either since I had discovered my own enjoyment of women and heard others fantasize about me and my daughter.

"And who do we have here?" Mister Richards exclaimed, stepping forward to meet her at the base of the stairs.

"Mister Richards, allow me to introduce you to our daughter, Tara." I smiled at my daughter as I moved to stand beside him. "Honey, this is Mister Richards...from the bank."

Tara smiled shyly and offering her hand replied, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Richards."

Mister Richards grinned wolfishly and said, "The pleasure is surely mine, my dear," as he gently shook her hand. "I now know that your mother comes by her beauty honestly as I see you take after her." It suddenly occurred to me that he shook her hand with the same one that had just been fondling my wet mound. I tried to keep myself from shivering with delight at that nasty realization.

My daughter glowed at his oddly phrased compliment and said, "Thank you. Mom is lovely, isn't she?"

We stepped back to let her enter the room, almost surrounding her as Donnie moved up as well, his face a mixture of lust for his daughter and alarm at Mister Richard's attentions towards her. "Will you be joining us for dinner, Tara?" 

I could feel the hunger in his voice and was suddenly struck by almost overwhelming desires of my own, suddenly envisioning my daughter stark naked and spread-eagled on our dinner table, me licking Mister Richard's semen out of her young pussy. I was snapped out of my dizzying fantasy by Tara's voice, laced with a hint of flirtatiousness, as she replied, "Not tonight, sir. I already had other plans." Tara smiled as she continued, "I wish I could, Mister Richards. Maybe another time."

Our guest glowed with delight as he said, "I look forward to that, dear. I very much look forward to that." 

He released Tara's hand and she stepped forward and kissed her father on the cheek, not shying away from pressing her partly unclad body against his chest, her bosom pillowing out as she leaned into him. She smiled at me and I thought I caught a hint of a wink as she leaned into me, her hand squeezing my arm as she planted a chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth and said, "I hope you all have a wonderful evening."

She started to move towards the kitchen, but paused as she stepped past Mister Richards. "It was very nice to finally meet you, sir," she said softly...even meekly, although I thought I could detect that hint of flirtatiousness still in her voice. "I know how much you've done for us. Thank you, Mister Richards." Then she leaned into him, her father noisily grunting as she kissed him on the cheek."

In the stunned silence that followed, Tara eyed us all and said with a smile as she walked away, "I love you guys. Enjoy yourselves tonight." 

For a moment, no one spoke and then as we heard the kitchen door close, Mister Richards spun around and beamed at us. "My compliments on having such a lovely daughter. Such wonderful manners for one so young – you two must be very proud."

Donnie just glowered although I could see an erection tenting in his pants. My own arousal was growing as well as I considered Tara's almost brazen behavior. I had long thought she had a good grasp on what I did for a living, but while I believed she understood, I wasn't sure of whether she might actually approve. Now I had to wonder while the naughtiest thoughts flashed through my mind.

"Um, why don't we move to the dining room, Mr. Richards?" I said, pointing the way where one end of our oak dinner table was set for dinner for three.




The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 05



"Of course, Sonya," responded our guest, moving alongside me, his hand deftly slipping under the hem of my dress to cup my ass. I shivered with delight, feeling my nipples swelling even more under my dress. The moment was erotic to me in so many ways – realizing Mister Richards was being so brazenly forward and possessive and that Donnie, following along behind us, could not help but see him lay his claim and did nothing to stop him.

As we approached the table, I started to point to a seat on one side, but Mister Richards made himself at home, sitting at the head of the table where Donnie always sat. I glanced nervously at my husband who stood there, mouth gaping open at Mr. Richard's naked gall, until our guest turned in his seat and said with good natured humor, "Come, Donnie, sit, man. I wouldn't dream of enjoying everything your wife has to offer without you at my side." He pointed to the seat to his left. "Sit down, man, sit down!"

Donnie stood stock still for a moment, his face so red, I thought he might stroke out, but then, his shoulders sagged slightly and without a word, he took his seat. I brought in the food and took the seat to Mr. Richard's right. While in the kitchen, I was inspired to provide my guest with another surprise and had slipped off my panties.

As Mister Richards dined, I discovered that he was nearly ambidextrous, eating primarily with his left hand as he leaned to his right and his right hand stayed busy stroking my thigh and occasionally fingering my naked pussy. The first time his fingers brushed against my trimmed bush and then slithered down between my swollen labia, he raised his eyebrows and then gave me a pleased wink. He did little to conceal my wetness on his fingers as he would now and again bring his fingers to his mouth, shiny and dripping with my pussy cream, and suck them clean.

He seemed to relish every dish I served him, praising me loudly as he worked his way through my meal. We talked of all sorts of mundane things, of my other children and their efforts at school, Tara's college plans and of how the local high football team was doing, through all of it, not getting more than a few grunts from Donnie who picked at his food and glowered at me throughout the meal.

Afterwards, we rose and I suggested we retire to the living room for drinks and cigars. I had called Lilly and had found out his favorite brand of cigars and where to find them. They were jaw dropping expensive, but after Key West, I felt more than able to indulge in such luxuries. Donnie declined one, but Mister Richards was more than pleased to accept a cigar, along with a snifter glass of decent cognac Lilly had recommended as well. I bent over in front of him with a box of wood matches, offering him his best glimpse yet of my breasts as the front of my dress gaped open. He smiled appreciatively as he brought his cigar to life.

He again patted the seat next to him and I scooted up beside him, his hand quickly reclaiming possession of my thigh, slowly sliding his fingers up and down my leg as the small talk continued. Donnie barely spoke a few words throughout the next thirty minutes or so as Mister Richards held forth on politics and economics, focusing greatly on how he expected our town to fare in the long run in light of the slowly recovering economy.

It was only when he asked Donnie directly about his company and how it was recovering from the recession, that my husband stirred above a nearly comatose state. "We're doing alright. We've got a long ways to go, but we're doing alright," he said, his voice slightly defensive and suspicious.

Mister Richards blew firm rings of smoke into the air and replied, "I suppose you would know, my friend...but a man in my position hears things. Frankly, if I had stock in your company, I'd be selling it now. I would guess in another month or two...well." He paused and shrugged. "Maybe things will work out, Donnie. Miracles do happen."

I gave my husband a long and questioning look, but he refused to look into my eyes. I wondered what Mister Daniels might actually know and if Donnie knew it too, but had not told me.

The tension went up suddenly in the room, but Mister Richards cut through it like a knife as he laughed and said, "Well, no matter. I'd say you've nothing to worry about, so long as Sonya here has a taste for cock." His hand slid between my thighs and two fingers slipped into my molten pussy effortlessly.

I groaned as he stirred his fingers around inside me, managing to somehow purr. "I love cock...I always will!"

Donnie's look of dismay vanished as he resumed glaring at us again as I wiggled next to Mister Richards, his fingers feeling so damned good in my pussy. "Yes sir, what a fortunate day it was for us all when you two came into my office and accepted my offer."

My guest beamed down at me and with trembling lips, I found myself rising, spurred on by his torturous fingers and a sudden need to kiss him. My lips pressed against Mister Richard's, my tongue snaking into his mouth to be met and dominated by his tongue, a demon like snake of flesh whose movements alone made me feel slutty and aching to sin.

When the kiss was finished, I had somehow climbed up onto the sofa onto my knees, allowing Mister Richards to brazenly finger me in front of Donnie. The banker looked at my husband with a big grin. "I often think about that first time, my boy – that first time when I asked Sonya to strip naked and suck my cock. Do you remember, Donnie? Do you remember how easy it was for her, how she sucked me with such enthusiasm...such honesty? You and I were privileged, sir...privileged to watch the birth of a total and complete whore slut like your wife."

Donnie sat rigid in his chair, his fingers clenched so tight, he might have drawn blood on his palm. Mister Richards pressed on. "Do you remember how much she enjoyed it, Donnie? How willing she was to be a slut? How she ate my cum like a starving woman and then rubbed my cock against her face?"

"Yes, I remember," Donnie hissed through clenched teeth.

Mister Richards chuckled and replied, "Yes, of course you do. As I recall, you were sporting significant wood when you walked out of my office." He took a puff from his cigar and then pointed it at my husband. "I imagine you were as shocked to be as turned on as you were watching your wife enjoying sucking another man's cock."

Donnie's face was again a bright crimson and he stammered, "No...fuck no!"

I let out another moan as Mister Richards curled his fingers inside me, fingertips brushing upwards against my pussy wall, getting close to my g-spot. I felt my head spinning and leaned my head against his shoulder, eyeing my husband as an expression of erotic pleasure swept over my face. Mister Richards laughed and said, "Now, Donnie, two men who've shared this lovely creature as we have should never lie to each other. He leaned forward, his fingers still probing me as he said, "I bet you didn't even get home before you had to have her suck you off!"

Donnie started to deny it, but stopped, his face now red and embarrassed as he recalled pulling into a deserted parking lot of a out of business service station, his hand intertwined in my hair as he forced my mouth onto his erection, making me suck him just as I had done to the banker. He looked down at his lap and at the betraying bulge tented in his slacks.

"Nothing to be ashamed of, man!" exclaimed Mister Richards. "Some men are born to command..." he paused and grinned proudly. "And some men are born to be cuckolds. You should be glad to discover your calling. I bet you've cum more in the last year than in all the rest of the years of your marriage."

Donnie tried to raise his head up and deny it, but he sat there, head bowed while his lips moved silently. Only when I cried out with orgasmic pleasure as Mister Richards' fingers found my special place and sent a sudden burst of ecstatic joy roaring through me, did my husband look up – just in time to see me suddenly ejaculate pussy juice, a great gush that splattered over Mister Richards's hand to splash on the sofa cushions.

"Oh, Sonya," Donnie moaned. "What the hell are we doing?"

Mister Richards chuckled again as his fingers kept probing. "Why she's doing what she was born to do, Donnie...being a whorish slut." He winked at my husband and said, "And you're doing what you were meant to do – enjoy watching her being pleasured by another man." As I quivered, leaning into Mister Richards, he slipped his fingers from my pussy and held them up to my face. He looked at Donnie and said, "Can you imagine her doing this a year ago, man? Lick my fingers clean, Sonya."

Donnie's eyes were wide with amazement, lust and anger as he watched me take all three of our banker's cum covered fingers into my mouth and loving suck on them like a hard penis, licking them clean of my own creams.

"I think it's high time you took off that lovely dress, my dear," said Mister Richards in that confident voice of his...one that brooked no argument nor expected one to be given. I obeyed instantly, not hesitating as I stood up and pulled the dress over my head, leaving myself naked except for my pearls and my high heels. I smiled down at my banker and then over at my husband, my breasts heaving with desire and pleasure, my nipples so swollen that they hurt and my pussy dripping juices that made my thighs glisten.

"The pearls are a nice touch, you can leave them on. They give you a sense of whorish elegance, Sonya. Wouldn't you agree, Donnie?" Mister Richards said as he reached out and slid his hand between my heavy breasts.

Donnie took several deep breaths before he replied, "She's a whore alright." He shifted in his seat, tugging at his crotch as if to maneuver his erection into a more comfortable position.

"And you love me for being one, don't you, Donnie," I gasped, my voice becoming a moaning cry as I said my husband's name as Mister Richards' fingers tugged and pinched a blood engorged nipple.

When Donnie didn't answer, choosing to simply glare at us, Mister Richards frowned and said in that commanding tone, "Well answer her, man! Might as well be honest – do you love that your wife is a whore?"

"Donnie trembled and I could see the impact of Mister Richards' voice had on him...like an alpha wolf cowing one of his pack. "Yes, I do," he finally said in a voice almost too soft to be a whisper.

Grinning, Mister Richards got to his feet and said, "Well, it's high time you saw first hand some examples of how much of a slut your wife can be." He turned to me and said, "My dear, let us retire to the bedroom...your matrimonial bed as it were."

An orgasmic shiver rippled through me and I moaned, "Oh yes, sir!" I took his hand and led him to the stairs, and he followed me up the steps, literally on my heels as I drew his hand back to my breast, his pelvis bumping up against my naked buttocks, his erection evident in his pants. 

Midway up the staircase, he paused, pulling me against him as he looked down into the living room at Donnie who was sitting there looking pitiful in his easy chair and said, "C'mon, Donnie. I wouldn't dream of leaving you out of the fun we're going to have." When my husband hesitated, Mister Richards hardened his voice and said, "Get up here, Donnie. You must play your part in this!"

Another thrill shot through me, partly from feeling Mister Richard's free hand cup my mound from behind and partly from seeing Donnie slowly rise up from his chair and move towards the steps, dragging his feet, but unable to hide the erection in his pants. By the time he reached our bedroom, Mister Richards had instructed me to undress him and I was on my knees, untying and removing his shoes...then pulling off his socks before rising slightly to undo his belt.

As I pulled his dress pants off along with his boxers, Mister Richard's cock sprung out – nearly eight inches of magnificently thick cockmeat, stiff and throbbing – and slapped me in the face. As Donnie stared balefully at me kneeling before our banker, Mister Richards turned and looked about the room as if assessing the situation. "Suck me, Sonya," he commanded, "While I decide how to arrange things."

With a gratified moan, I slipped my lips around his hard cock, relishing his taste after three long weeks. I could taste sweat, body wash and pussy as my tongue swirled around his cock head happily. "For God's sake, man. Get out of those clothes," he snapped at my husband. "One might as well be comfortable!"

I turned my head slightly to look at Donnie, realizing that I was showing him how enthusiastically I was sucking Mister Richards. He stared back and then shaking off his lethargy, quickly undressed. Mister Richards nodded approvingly at our king sized bed and then pointing at the upholstered straight back chair in front of my vanity, said to Donnie, "Here, move this to the foot of the bed. You will need a good seat to watch from."

Donnie meekly obeyed while Mister Richards intertwined his fingers in my hair and held my head fast while he began pumping his cock into my mouth. Abruptly he stopped and helped me to my feet. "You have such a sweet mouth, Sonya," he murmured appreciatively."

"Thank you, Sir," I said, feeling pleased at his kind words. "You taste wonderful too."

He grinned and said, "Like that did you? I will pass your compliments on to my wife." His grin grew wider at my look of astonishment. I had never even considered Mister Richards being married. I knew or at least strongly suspected he fucked his secretary, Lilly Fox, but I was sure that wasn't her I had just tasted. He ran his thumb over my lips, resisting my efforts to suck it into my mouth while he added, "Perhaps someday, we'll have you over for dinner, Sonya. My wife is a shy thing, but you and I could have some fun, I think." 

His words sent shivers through me, his tone saying maybe more than his actual words and again, his confidence and his strength seemed to shine from him and I felt myself grow wetter as he spoke. "I'd love that," I murmured in reply.

That seemed to please him and he leaned into me and kissed me, his tongue snaking hungrily into my mouth while one hand cupped and squeezed my breast and the other again found its way between my legs to finger me, making me moan appreciatively. I closed my eyes for a moment, simply losing myself in the pleasure this older man was giving me and then suddenly remembering my husband was nearby, opened up my eyes to see him standing at the foot of the bed next to the straight back chair, looking both lost and aroused, his erection, while not small, seeming a bit puny next to the one poking my belly. 

I wondered what evil might dwell inside me that allowed me to take pleasure from knowing that my husband stood there helpless as I stood naked in the arms of another man, kissing him the way I had only kissed my husband up to a year ago. I wondered what evil might be inside me that allowed me to take pleasure from knowing that my actions were so arousing to my husband.

Mister Richards finally broke the kiss, bringing three fingers up between us, dripping with my cunt cream. He licked his middle finger clean and then offered me all three to suck on. "Samples are nice, Sonya, but I believe its time I sampled your fine pussy directly," he said a bit smugly.  

Again, I was feeling incredibly aroused. I had conceived of tonight including a good fucking or two, but realizing that this man who I lusted for so greatly, wanted to lick my pussy, made me tremble and then gasp as a little orgasm hit me and I again ejaculated pussy juice, sending it splattering against his legs and down my thighs.

Laughing at my obvious excitement, Mister Richards guided me to the bed and laid me down on my back, my head resting near the foot of the bed. "Donnie, assume your post. You should be able to lean in and get a good view of things," he directed my husband, who paused for a moment, but then as Mister Richards climbed awkwardly onto the bed, his pot belly and years making him a bit slow, Donnie moved to straddle the chair, his cock swinging back and forth like an excited rooster dancing about in courtship.

Mister Richards knelt between my legs and then slowly eased down until he was lying down, his face hovering over my pussy. I had my knees drawn back and spread. His hands roamed over my inner thighs, making me tremble with need as he teased me with brief brushing touches of his fingers against my spread labia.

"Please, eat me, Mister Richards," I crooned, so anxious to feel his mouth on my sex. I trembled as I felt his warm breath blowing across the wet, exposed flesh of my cunt. I could sense his lips so close to my flesh, my body quivered in anticipation. Then he paused and raised his head and looked at Donnie, a growing smirk on his face.

"Donnie, stand up and help a fellow," he said in that confident, 'I know you're going to do whatever I fucking ask' voice of his. Rolling my eyes upward, I watched my husband stand, straddling the chair. "Take your wife by the ankles and spread her legs wide.

Donnie's nostrils flared in anger and passion, but he obeyed, leaning over the bed, his cock now waving just above my face as he took hold of my ankles. "That's the way, Donnie," intoned Mister Richards as if he was teaching a lesson in accounting. "Spread Sonya's legs wide, let me get a good look at her wet pussy." Mister Richards looked up at me, my eyes wide at the erotic spectacle of it all and then he said, "You're very wet, Sonya. Who are you wet for?"

Without hesitation, I said in a loud and clear voice. "I'm wet for you, Sir."

My banker nodded and said, "Are you sure? You're not wet for your husband?"

Again, without hesitation and never sparing Donnie a second glance, I replied, "No, my pussy's wet for you, Mister Richards."

I heard Donnie moan although with arousal or misery, I wasn't sure. "I see, Sonya," said Mister Richards in a pleased tone. "Why is that, Sonya?"

I flicked my eyes towards my husband's pained voice and answered, "Because I want you, Mister Richards. I want you more than I've ever wanted another man. I want you to lick me and fuck me and cum in me and cum on me. I want to be totally owned by you. I want to be your whore, your slut with all my heart and soul."

Mister Richards chuckled again and replied, "My whore...yes, you are, Sonya." He glanced up at Donnie and said commandingly, "Now spread her legs a little wider...that's it...now pull those legs back a little towards you...oh yes, perfect!" Without another word, Mister Richards mashed his face between my spread legs, his face burrowing into my cunt as I let out my first scream of the night as his tongue lashed out at my swollen clitoris.

The whole carnal scene served to send me into immediate orgasm. Mister Richards was tonguing my pussy like a master cunt licker, making me writhe with ecstatic joy while my husband held my legs spread wide for the banker, staring down as the older man tongued me and made me cum – not only watching another man pleasure his wife, but assisting him in his efforts.

Mister Richards' tongue was a thing alive in and of itself, swirling through my sopping wet flesh like a dervish, feverishly licking me and then delving deep into the quivering sodden folds of my cunt and then torturing my clitoris with long, slow, expert licks, making gobbling noises as he slurped up the torrent of pussy cream practically ejaculating from my cunt.

I tried to keep my eyes fixed on Mister Richards' bobbing face, but I couldn't keep my head still, the extreme pleasure of his tongue making me roll and shake my head, Donnie's face constantly flashing by, his gaze trying to take in and make sense of another man eating my cunt and making me sob and moan with such intense pleasure.

Donnie's cock bounced about, occasionally striking my face, smearing precum over my forehead and cheeks as he leaned further in, trying to get the head of his cock to my lips. I started to open my mouth to suck my husband, but then I caught Mister Richards gazing up at me as his mouth worked its pleasure on my pussy and I said in a sing song voice, "May I have permission to suck my husband's cock, Sir?'




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Mister Richards raised his face up from my quivering mound, his mouth, chin and cheeks shiny and wet with my juices and smiled at me fatherly like before slowly shaking his head. "Tonight as your guest, you belong to me, Sonya...your husband may not touch you. That privilege belongs solely to me."

I thought I heard Donnie let slip a girlish sob of frustration as I replied, "Whatever you wish, Mister Richards. I belong to you, pussy, ass, mouth and heart." Mister Richards chuckled happily at my submission and resumed eating me, his tongue doubling its efforts as he licked me to orgasm not once, but twice. My banker certainly knew his way around a clitoris – even my dear Jane couldn't make me cum the way Mister Richards did, his tongue mastering my erect and throbbing nub, making me scream at the end, fingers clawing the bedspread as I flooded his face with my juices. My fingers slipped through his thinning hair, pulling his face more firmly against my pussy, wanting him to delve deep into my cunt.

For a third time, Mister Richard's demon tongue made me cum, Donnie's eyes boring into mine as I writhed on the bed, my body wracked by wicked pleasure. My breasts heaved and rolled as I gasped for breath when our banker finally eased his sweetly torturous assault on my cunt. "Love...I love your tongue, Mister Richards," I sighed.

Mister Richards licked his lips, sweeping up remnants of my cream, his face shiny with pussy juice. "Certainly a pleasure, Sonya...you are a fine tasting woman." He glanced up at Donnie, hovering above me, still holding my legs wide apart.. "I hope it was enjoyable for you as well, Donnie," he said, his amusement thick in his voice.

Donnie grunted non-verbally, before he finally managed to say. "May I sit down, please?"

Mister Richards nodded and replied, "In a minute, if you please. I'm thinking we might need a little more assistance in a moment, but I think you may release your wife's legs now."

Donnie let go of my legs and I eased them down, still widespread on either side of my employer. Grunting with effort, Mister Richards raised himself up and moved on top of me, his body heavy on mine. It was a bit uncomfortable, but as I felt his hard cock between my legs, partially nestled in the wide cleft of my well eaten pussy, any discomfort was dispelled by my arousal and anticipation of finally being fucked by Mister Richards.

He pressed his cum smeared lips on mine, sharing my own taste with me as our tongues dueled and danced with each other. I could smell myself on him and I felt my blood race as it served to arouse me further. When he broke the kiss, I gasped, "Fuck me, Sir, please. Fuck me now!" I rolled my hips, aching to get that large, hard cock inside me.

"Gladly, my dear," replied Mister Richards. He looked up at Donnie and then back down at me. Smiling he said, "I don't think we should leave your husband out of this completely." In a louder voice, he said, "I think it would only be proper if your husband put me inside you. What do you think, Sonya?"

I confess that I was momentarily wordless – stunned at his suggestion. Admittedly, from the moment I first thought of inviting Mister Richards to dinner, the idea of rubbing the cuckolding of my husband in my husband's face had been prominent in my desires, but this idea of humiliating Donnie went beyond anything I could have conceived of and to both my shame and delight, the thought of my husband having to place Mister Richard's hard cock in my cunt, so the old man could fuck me triggered new fires of nasty desire between my legs.

I tilted my head to look at my husband standing over us, my expression of shame and delight reflected in his face. His cock was jerking, becoming more erect as he reacted to Mister Richard's evil suggestion. I felt amazement in the revelation that while the idea horrified him, it also aroused him. I found my voice and said, "I think that is a wonderful idea." I paused, swallowed and then in my best approximation of Mister Richard's commanding tone, said, "Donnie, come around behind and put Mister Richard's really big dick inside my pussy. Do it now!"

For a moment I thought I saw pure murder in Donnie's eyes, but then there was something else and I felt a thrill of erotic joy as I saw surrender in my husband's face. He slowly came around to the side of the bed and climbed up below us. As Mister Richard's chuckled, he rose up enough so that I could see between us, getting brief glimpses of my husband's humiliated face as he reached out and gingerly wrapped his fingers around the older man's erect cock. "Run Mister Richard's big cock head up and down my pussy lips," I commanded my husband.

I heard Donnie let out a brief sob as he obeyed me – dragging the swollen head of my employer's penis up and down my wet labia several times, making me croon with pleasure and drawing pleased gasps from Mister Richards.

Finally, Mister Richards said in an anxious, but firm voice. "Put my cock inside your wife's hot, wet cunt, Donnie." Again, my husband obeyed promptly, as he pressed Mister Richard's huge cock head into my wet flesh, slipping it into my cunt, prompting me to fling my hips upwards to swallow more of his long, hard cock. As I groaned with pleasure, Mister Richards said with a pleased voice. "That's a good boy, Donnie. You may return to your chair and watch me fuck your wife's brains out. Masturbate if you feel like it."

I scarcely felt the mattress shift as Donnie climbed off because Mister Richards began thrusting into me with surprising vigor, driving his cock completely into me with his first thrust and pausing to kiss me before withdrawing and then repeating his movements again and again.

I was cumming in seconds, primed to orgasm by Mister Richard's wonderful tongue and now thrilling to feel his long, thick penis filling my pussy again and again, burrowing deep inside my womb again and again. I threw my head back and let out a long cry of pleasure, my movement accidentally allowing me to watch Donnie return to his seat, already stroking his erection before he sat down as he watched another man fuck me.

I brought my legs up and tried to wrap them around Mister Richard's back, but it created pleasure so intense, my legs dropped lifelessly back to the bed and I had to settle for wrapping my arms around his back, fingernails clawing his shoulders with every spasm of pleasure that rocked through my body.

As I had often thought while sucking the banker's cock, I had been fucked by bigger and longer cocks in my brief whoring career, but I couldn't recall when I had enjoyed a cock more. For some reason, my body simply responded to Mister Richard and his cock. Maybe it was the confidence and power that seemed to emanate from him. Perhaps it was that he was in a sense my master...the man who'd revealed to me my true self – unleashing the whorish slut within me, but for whatever reason, I was reveling in the sheer ecstasy that being fucked by him produced.

I responded to his hard and decisive cock thrusts by flinging my pelvis upwards to meet them, our bodies slamming together, grinding on each other's groins as we merged into one primal rutting beast. Our kisses were passionate, sloppy, almost animalistic affairs as our tongues roiled together. As I began to cum a second time, my hands dropped to his fleshy butt, fingers digging into his meaty cheeks to urge him into me harder and deeper.

Ours was a wordless fuck, punctuated by grunts and moans and the wet slapping together of sweaty flesh. Every fiber of my body seemed to catch fire wherever his body touched mine, explosions of pure pleasure throbbed in my hard nipples as they dragged across his hairy chest, my pussy on fire as his cock sank deep inside again and again, my labia thrilling to the scratchy texture of his graying pubic hair. I was consumed by Mister Richards as he took me as his own...his slut, his whore, his woman, claiming me as my husband watched and stroked himself off.

Suddenly, Mister Richards growled, "Oh, Sonya!" as he shoved his cock deep into my cunt and then I was crying with pleasure as my third orgasm was triggered by a sudden flood of his hot semen filling up my womb. The world seemed to disintegrate around me as my body was consumed by holy fire, spreading pleasure through me from my toes to the very ends of the hair on my head, punctuated by bursts of ecstatic joy as Mister Richard shot wad after wonderful wad of his sweet, burning sperm inside my cunt.

I babbled in the midst of my ecstasy, "Love you...love your cock...oh God, so fucking good...Donnie, he fucks me so good...love his cock...love the way you fuck me, Mister Richards!" I was swept away by the insane pleasure that consumed me, feeling Mister Richards on me, in me, his lips, his tongue in my mouth...seeing his triumphant leer above my head, seeing Donnie looking at us with awe and terror, hearing him masturbating furiously between my own moans as Mister Richards gave my pussy a few last thrusts before he withdrew.

Then there was a great weight above me, on me as Mister Richards straddled my chest, wiping his semen and pussy juice soaked cock on my face, through my dark hair, on my forehead and cheeks and finally across my lips. "Suck me, Sonya," he rasped, his own chest heaving from his efforts. "Suck me and keep me hard!"

I opened my lips wide and took him happily into my mouth, my tongue washing over his cock head, tasting his semen and my pussy and his spongy flesh, before I took more of him inside, licking and sucking, the taste of his cock enhancing my own waning pleasure – little aftershocks making me quake from his masterful fucking.

As he slowly regained his breath, his halting, gasping words, thrilled me as he addressed Donny, sitting just inches from my head, getting a bird's eye view of me sucking Mister Richard's cock like I had been starving for it. "You are such a lucky man, Donnie," breathed Mister Richards. "To have had that fine cunt all for yourself all those years and now to discover how much more pleasure it brings you and especially her, to see other men have her...knowing they make her cum so much more than you."

I heard my husband choke back a sob, but Mister Richards just chuckled again and said, "No need to be ashamed, man. Be glad...be joyful that you finally get to be fulfilled...that you finally understand the pleasure that being a cuckold brings you." He looked down and sighed as he watched me bob my head back and forth, sucking him now with enthusiasm as my lips, tongue and wet mouth slowed the inevitable shrinking of his cock and restored it, brought it back, me moaning my pleasure at feeling his cock grown in my mouth, pulsating with renewed power and potential.

Mister Richards grinned down at me and then at Donnie. "I know you have anger, but really now, is it anger at your wife for discovering and accepting her destiny to be a sluttish whore or is it anger at comprehending how many years have been lost not being able to experience life as a cuckold?

"I knew immediately upon seeing Sonya obey me by stripping her clothes off that first time and hardly hesitating when I told her to suck my cock what she was...what she had the potential of being, but Donnie, I must say, I saw your potential too. Only a special kind of man could have sat there beside me and watched his sweet, innocent wife suck a virtual stranger's cock like the harlot she really was. As horrified and as angry as you were with me...you were even more turned on. I saw the erection in your pants even before you noticed it."

I shivered with delight as Mister Richards literally preached to my husband even as I sucked the older man's penis. "Some of us are born to dominate, Donnie, to be obeyed and pleasured without question. Some of us are born to be sluts, pleasuring others without reservation. Some are born to be dominated, to be humiliated, to be forced to watch others use that which is dearest to their hearts." 

Mister Richards leaned forward, thrusting his cock deep into my throat, making me gurgle as he buried his cock in my face as he made his point. "Most people, Donnie, go through life never knowing which they are and are miserable and dissatisfied with their lives. Only the wisest and most fortunate are shown their true path."

He climbed off me, his cock slowly emerging from between my sucking lips to emerge with a wet pop. "Up, Sonya, get on your hands and knees," he said, slapping my ass hard enough to make me yelp in pain and surprise. 

I came up, feeling a bit shaky from my still echoing orgasms, but I obeyed, spinning around at his hands' direction to face my husband. With my dark hair hanging in my eyes, I gave Donnie a lascivious grin, both amused by my now frantically masturbating husband and aroused by his situation. I glanced over my shoulder to see Mister Richards awkwardly knee walking his way behind me and then take my ass cheeks in his hands and spread them slightly, tilting my ass upwards to give him better access to my semen filled pussy.

"Do you want me, Sonya?" Mister Richards asked, smiling evilly at me and at my husband beyond.

"Oh yes," I moaned in response, wiggling my ass a little in anticipation.

Mister Richards moved closer, brushing the head of his cock up and down between my labia, smearing my juices and his semen on his penis then running it up towards my puckered hole before moving back down. "I already knew that, but maybe your husband doesn't fully comprehend it. Explain it to him," he said with wicked glee.

I turned again to look forward into my husband's eyes as I smiled nastily and obeyed Mister Richards' command. "Donnie, I want Mister Richards with all my heart and soul. I want his cock more than I've ever wanted cock before. I want to feel Mister Richards inside me, fucking me with his fine, big dick forever." I paused and said with totally honesty, "I've never wanted to be fucked by anyone as bad as I want to be fucked by Mister RicharDDDDSSSS!" 

My words ended in a harsh scream as Mister Richards rammed his cock home inside my cunt, sinking his entire cock into my cunt in a single thrust, forcing me to brace my arms from literally pitching over the bed and into Donnie's lap, my heavy breasts swaying madly about like meaty udders.

After soaking his cock in the syrupy morass of pussy cream and semen within my pussy, Mister Richards began to fuck me, working brutally and swiftly as he plowed his cock into me again and again. Pleasure competed with pain for a few moments, my cries a mixture of both before pleasure became dominant, wracking my body with constant, near orgasmic level sensations. 

I'm sure I was quite the wanton sight to Donnie, my mouth hanging open in utter, speechless ecstasy, my eyes glazed with erotic delight while sweat broke out, making my pale skin gleam like porcelain, running down in rivulets over my tits to fall on the bedspread beneath me. Behind me came the constant sweet sound of flesh slapping flesh as Mister Richards fucked me relentlessly, slowing only to prolong my journey to another orgasm, always telling me and Donnie what a sweet whore I was and urging me to share my every feeling with my husband.

Donnie's hand was a blur as he masturbated, his face a constantly changing board of emotion – anger, delight, humiliation and awe as he watched the older man pleasure me and make me sob with pleasure as he never had. At Mister Richards' prompting, I did share all my sluttish feelings whenever I could get the words out of my mouth. "I love his cock, Donnie. Mister Richards is so big...bigger than you. I love how he makes me feel...how his cock makes me feel. I love being his slut. I love fucking strange men because he tells me to. I'd fuck them night and day in front of you if he asked me so long as it meant I could suck his cock and eat his cum, feel it hot and sticky on my face...on my tits and in my hot cunt." 

Time and time again as Mister Richards fucked me, my voice would rise till I was screaming until I was a cumming, hysterical mess, lost in orgasm while shouting out, "FUCKKKKK. I LOVE YOU, DONNIE, BUT I LOVE MISTER RICHARDS' COCK MORE!  I LOVE HIM INSIDE ME, IN MY MOUTH – ANYWHERE HE WANTS TO PUT IT. I'M HIS CUNT, HIS WHORE...I'M HIS, I PRAY FOREVER!"

My words seemed to inspire Mister Richards who fucked me all the harder, making me scream my obscene praises of his cocksmanship into Donnie's face while I had orgasm after orgasm. Mister Richards, apparently in better shape than his fleshy body would indicate had become after his first climax, a fucking machine. He was busy playing with my body as well. One hand was tightly squeezing and mauling my breast while the other one was busy doing nastier things. As he fucked me, his he would slide one or two fingers into my gorged cunt along with his cock, scooping up pussy juice and semen and then withdrawing his hand, he began to apply it to my asshole, using it as a lubricant to help ease his fingers inside.

My heart was pounding and my head was spinning as I began to comprehend what we were building up to. His fingers probing my anus, sent quivers of nasty delight coursing through me, adding to my sexual pleasure like gasoline thrown on a fire. I knew that I was about to experience Mister Richard's cock in my ass and the thought alone kept me hovering near orgasm, but he knew what he was doing and heightened my excitement by not telegraphing his moves...teasing me by withdrawing almost completely from my clasping cunt, only to thrust deep into me again.

It came without warning as suddenly my pussy was empty of cock and I hadn't even steeled myself for it, when Mister Richards expertly had wedged the head of his cock, slick with my juices, into my sphincter and then he was tearing and sliding into me. I screamed with pain and pleasure, my body seeming to collapse with my arms and legs giving way, but Mister Richards had his arm around my waist and kept my ass hoisted in the air, perfectly positioned as he never stopped and with an agonizing slow and sweet momentum, buried his cock up my ass.

My screams were muffled as I cried into the bedspread, but once he was buried completely in me, Mister Richards reached down with his free arm and yanked my head back by my hair so my husband could see my face, ecstasy and agony etched there as he began to fuck my ass.

Again, as he wormed his cock in and out of my asshole, Mister Richards urged me to tell Donnie how he made me feel and I did the best I could, considering that it seemed every other minute, waves of orgasmic pleasure were washing over me, extinguishing most of the pain, saturating my body with the need to feel Mister Richards inside me. "Love his cock, Donnie...love him like no-one else. Want him to fuck me...love him fucking my ass, pussy...he's the best...a real man like no other."

I was sobbing through my words now, the pleasure so intense it made me cry, stirring up emotions within me that were so decadent, so nasty. Donnie was crying too, his cock an angry purple as he jacked it off, not seeming to be able to cum for some reason. I was too caught up in the pleasure that being Mister Richards's whorish fuck-toy was producing inside me to be able to comprehend it...my world quickly dwindling away till there was only my pleasure wracked body and that wonderful cock buried inside me and then I let out a final, shrill, husky scream as I felt his cock swell up and then he was ejaculating in my asshole, filling my bowels with another big load of his hot, thick semen and all the pleasure before paled at the orgasm that now blew me apart, coming as a blanket of hot darkness that swallowed me whole and left me adrift in a universe of pure carnal ecstasy.

I regained my senses slowly, eyes opening to take in my bedroom, but not recognizing anything for long seconds. I found a man sitting on a chair, naked, his cock swollen as he gazed lovingly and angrily down at me. My Donnie, my dear, dear, cuckolded Donnie. Another man was speaking and I groggily turned my head to see another man dressing, buttoning up a shirt, but naked from the waist down, a semi-erect cock, smeared and gleaming with love juices swaying hypnotically as he moved. Mister Richards...my employer, my master, my greatest lover ever. My heart began beating again and my aching pussy and asshole tingled in anticipation of more.




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"More," I whimpered in a hoarse voice. "Please, Sir...more."

Mister Richards turned and smiled down at me. "Ah, Sonya, back amongst the living, eh? He came over and patted me on the head, his cock gently brushing against my nose. I tilted my head to get it in my mouth, but cried out in dismay as Mister Richards moved away.

"Please..." I said, using a little girl's voice I'd not used in thirty-five years to get my way. "At least, let me suck your cock clean."

Mister Richards laughed and shook his head. "Now, now, my dear. You've been a delight and fucking you again would be wonderful, but there are limitations to how much my stamina and medicine can do and we wouldn't want to deny Mrs. Richards of her little pleasures." He winked at me and I felt a fresh sensation of sinful delight ripple through my well fucked body as I realized that he had all but told me that his own wife would be sucking his cock clean of our combined juices. Somehow, between that and his admonition that we'd done enough satisfied my need to have him again, if only for the moment.

He continued dressing as he said. "I cannot believe how much I enjoyed being your guest tonight." He paused as his glance went back and forth between my husband and myself. "I was just telling Donnie that I looked forward to doing this again...and again." He grinned and said, "I'm sure I could arrange my schedule to visit you both maybe every fourth Sunday."

I looked at Donnie, now idly stroking his swollen cock while he looked downward into his lap and slowly nodded. I looked up at Mister Richards and realized that he wasn't really offering to come visit us once a month, he was essentially commanding it. I had no reservations as I promptly replied, "Oh, Mister Richards that would be heavenly. I...we'll be counting the seconds."

Mister Richards finished dressing and I slowly rolled over onto my back as he came up to me and then bent down and gave me a long and loving kiss. When it ended, he remained in place, his face scarcely an inch from mine. "You are an exceptional woman, Sonya," he whispered. "The finest slut to ever spread her legs for me."

I felt tears mist up in my eyes, knowing that his sentiments were likely as close as he'd ever get to saying "I love you," but making me ache for him all the more. "When I dream of cock, I dream of you, Mister Richards," I replied softly.

My answer pleased him and he kissed me gently one more time and then said, "I'll show myself out. Sonya. I look forward to Tuesday as always." He turned and smirked at my husband, saying casually as he strolled out our bedroom door, "Donnie, she's all yours."

As I heard him going down the stairs, I slowly pulled myself up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Donnie and I stared at each other silently as we heard the front door open and then close. Quiet moments followed, interrupted by the sound of a car starting and then pulling away.

For long minutes, my husband and I looked at each other, not saying a word. I knew that once again, we'd passed a point of no return...my naughty plans of cuckolding him having evolved into something else. Finally, I opened my mouth and got the word, "Donnie," out of my mouth before he literally sprung from his seat and was standing before me, his arms reaching out to grip my shoulders tightfully...painfully.

"FUCKING SLUT!" he sobbed, his erection so intense it slapped up against his belly like it had when he was a teenager. "WHORE – FUCKING CUNT WHORE!" he screamed as he flung me over, throwing me onto my belly, bent over the bed, his hands digging into my buttocks to tilt them upwards and then he had a hand around his cock and was guiding it into my pussy, thrusting hard into my juicy, sperm filled pussy.

I groaned with pleasure...not so much from his average sized erection as from the sensitive condition Mister Richards had left my pussy in – my pleasure born as much from echoes of the older man's cock as from my husband now thrusting into me.

"I HATE YOU!" Donnie sobbed as he pounded his cock into me, his hands scrabbling at my back before getting tangled in my dark hair, yanking them as he continued, "I FUCKING LOVE YOU, SONYA...YOU WHORE...YOU SLUT...FUCKING LOVE YOU!"

I felt a swell of love for my husband inside me even as I also recognized that while I was aroused in the moment, it was a pale imitation of what I'd felt while being fucked by Mister Richards...or my many other illicit lovers. Still, this was my husband and I groaned and thrust my hips back at him as he quickly fucked me. His orgasm was quick and powerful, having been somehow denied to him until now. I cried out with pleasure as I felt his seed flow into me, joining with the cum already deposited there.

It dawned on me that I knew why he'd been unable to orgasm earlier as Mister Richards had had his way with me. It was as it had been for months. Donnie never fucked me anymore unless others had fucked me first and I understood. This was the 'cuckold's curse," an inability to reach climax until others had gone first.

"Feels good, don't it, baby?" I giggled as I felt my pussy muscles clamp down around his ejaculating cock. "All hot and squishy with all of Mister Richards' spunk in there.

I heard Donnie gasp and then he was pulling out of me and his hands reached out to tug me around by the hair of my head. "You like it so much, bitch," he sobbed, "Clean it off me!" He thrust his cock, still hard and covered in semen and pussy juice, into my face. 

I threw myself backwards onto the bed, grabbing his hand and propelling us both back to sprawl atop the wrecked bedspread. I spun around and threw my leg over his torso, and scooted back to straddle his face. In a voice akin to that of my employer, I snapped back at Donnie, "I'll clean your cock if you lick my pussy clean, BITCH!"

I sat down on my husband's face, mashing my cum filled cunt against his face while I took his cock in my mouth. Donnie froze for a moment in shock as he felt my tongue and lips wrap around his cum covered cock, not struggling until I worked my hips to rub my pussy flesh over his face, smearing semen and cunt cream everywhere.

For a brief second, he started to throw me off, but I pushed my mound down more firmly and brushed his cockhead with my teeth just to remind him who was really in control. I felt him tense and then relax. A moment later, his hands were holding my ass cheeks steady as his tongue slithered between my labia to delve into the thick globs of semen deposited in my pussy.  I moaned around his cock, both from the pleasure produced from the sensation of his tongue on my sensitive cunt flesh and from the satisfaction of knowing my Donnie – my husband, had yielded to my expectations.

What followed was a fevered bout of sixty-nine on both our parts. I gave my husband the most soulful head I could muster, wanting him to know and understand that beyond the cuckolding, the humiliation, and all my whorish behavior, I did still love him. Donnie, on his part, seemed at least for the moment to accept his role too, to submit and seemed to be enthusiastically eating me out, licking me clean of his semen as well as that of Mister Richards and I think his submission was complete as I felt his hands spreading my ass cheeks apart and this tongue slithering from my quivering pussy to probe my cum filled asshole.

In the wee hours of the morning in the aftermath of our perverted lovemaking, we lay cuddled together, reeking of the evening's carnal moments and talked softly about what had happened and what lay ahead. "I can't believe I feel this way," murmured Donnie in a soft, almost stunned voice, his head resting on my breast.

"What way is that?" I replied, stroking his hair idly as I recalled every decadent moment of the evening.

He was a long time answering. "Being so...turned on even when you and...him were...humiliating me like you did. I've never been so pissed off or hard in my life. My dick was so hard, it hurt."

"Do you regret that I let it happen? If we could turn back time, would you do things differently knowing how much this excites you?" It was a question that somehow fascinated me, wondering if Donnie, now knowing what he did, felt as I did, that absolute realization that there could be no going back.

Donnie let out a long suffering sigh before he said, "I don't know. It kills me, Sonya, every time I know you're fucking someone else, but that knowledge makes me so hot...so turned on, I've got a hard-on the moment you leave the house in your whore outfits." There was another long silence and then as his hand found its way into mine and squeezed tightly, he said, "I guess the genie's out of the bottle. There is no going back."

I smiled in the darkness of our bedroom and replied, "No...there is no going back."

"I'm going to hate you for being such a fucking slut, Sonya." His voice was edged with something on the border of misery and delight.

"I know," I replied.

"I'm going to love you for being such a fucking slut, Sonya." That almost surreal edge in his voice hadn't changed.

"I know," I replied again. "And you know that every moment I'm with another man or woman – that every time someone makes me cum my brains out, I still love you too, Donnie."

He said nothing for a long time before saying in a meek, defeated voice. "I know."

I kissed his forehead and yawned before saying, "Then somehow, we'll get through it. I think we've just scratched the surface of what we really are and what we're capable of, babe, but we'll deal with it as it comes. Just remember that I love you."

Donnie didn't reply, but of course, there really wasn't much more to say. I slipped into sleep, satisfied with our night's adventures, knowing I would be dreaming of lewd and nasty things still yet to come.

To be continue....



The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 06



A little late, but here is the next installment of the story...or at least the first part of this installment. Cuckold's be warned and there is an incestuous aspect that has long been awaited by many readers. I look forward to hearing from everyone, both with pro and con remarks!

As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters within exist solely within the confines of the story and within my imagination. Enjoy!

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As springtime blossomed around us, I was well into my second year as a whore, working for a cabal of my hometown's most wealthy and influential citizens, happily expanding my horizons and capabilities as a born slut while ensuring that my family's home remained secure -- the cabal paying our extensive mortgage each month and me making as much in tips as I had ever made in any job in my previous life. Things seemed to be going well. Donnie had somewhat accepted his role as a cuckold -- still acting angry with me for being such a whorish slattern, but always waiting eagerly each time I returned from an assignment of fucking and sucking to have his way with me, relishing my cum filled cunt and ass almost as much as I did.

Our oldest daughter was about to graduate from high school, a beautiful eighteen year old girl, on the brink of glorious womanhood. Tara had been accepted into a good university and between scholarships and some of my tips, we were going to be able to provide her the chance to go. Our younger children were growing up fast and happy, Donnie Junior nearing age fifteen was quickly shaping up into a fine young man.

Then the bottom dropped out...again. We should have seen it coming...Mister Richards had hinted that something was amiss months earlier when he'd first come to Sunday dinner. One day, Donnie came home, sullen and anguished, not speaking for hours before he finally told me that his company had gone belly up. They'd all received two weeks severance pay and pink slips, locking the gates behind them. Now since the economy had gone into recession, Donnie had not been bringing in more than half salary, but that combined with my extra earning from whoring had been more than enough -- we'd even salted some money away for Tara's education and an emergency fund, but now...

As Tara's graduation drew close, things were tense around the house. Tara was a bright girl and she knew that things were going to get more difficult again. She began dropping hints that maybe she would put off college for a year or two, maybe going to the local community college instead and her good natured willingness to sacrifice her hopes and dreams for the family nearly broke my heart.

I began thinking of going to Mister Richards and see if I could increase the days I could work in exchange for more money. Failing that, I thought about seeing John at the XXXtreme Adult Bookstore and working out a deal to work my off days sucking cock in one of his glory hole booths. I had enjoyed it the few times I had done it in exchange for sluttish outfits from their clothing boutique. Sucking cock wasn't a chore to me, it was a pleasure and I never ceased to marvel at the incredible variety to the taste of men's semen...each one unique and special and most of all, delicious.

Two weeks before Tara graduated, I'd made up my mind to discuss my dilemma with Mister Richards and it was weighing heavily on my mind, albeit buoyed by the anticipation I always had when going to the bank to suck Mister Richards' fine cock. I strolled through the bank lobby, always feeling eyes following me, and even though I wasn't dressed for whoring, wearing a simple summer dress -- a light cotton flowery print with spaghetti straps that left my shoulders bare, I always wondered how many of the bank's employees knew what I was arriving to do.

It didn't bother me...it actually created arousal in me to imagine that they all knew that immediately upon closing the door behind me in the bank manager's office, I'd be getting naked and sucking their boss's cock. Truth be told, I was half in love with the sixty-something, potbellied man. He might not have had a matinee idol's face, but he was charismatic and powerful and he knew it.

Lilly Fox, his luscious secretary was at her post and smiled at me as I approached and beyond her usual smirk was a frank appraisal and expression of interest as she gazed at my luscious body tightly contained in the summer dress. For my part, I was wet with anticipation, knowing that in a minute or two, I'd be on my knees and likely tasting her cunt on Mister Richard's long, hard cock. Nodding at me, she picked up her phone, pushed a button and said in a husky voice, "Sir, your two o'clock is here." Lilly winked at me as she nodded at the reply and then hanging up the phone said, "Go right in, Sonya...he's been anxiously awaiting you."

I passed her desk and entered Mister Richards' office, closing the door behind me before I realized he wasn't alone. Two cushioned chairs were drawn up in front of his desk, reminding of the first time I'd been in here, with Donnie, when Mister Richards had offered me the opportunity to be his whore. In one chair sat a woman with sandy blonde hair. There was something very familiar in her posture and profile. Mister Richards beamed at me and said, "Ah, Sonya. We were just discussing you and looking forward to your arrival. Please take a seat."

I quickly strutted across the room, hips rolling naughtily as I walked over in my sandaled wedge-heeled shoes. I turned at the chairs and stopped abruptly as I looked down at Mister Richards' guest. The woman had been staring into her lap, but now looked up quickly to face me, her blue eyes bright in her blushing face. I brought my hand to my mouth and gasped, "Tara...what are you doing here?"

"That would be the topic at hand, wouldn't it," said Mister Richards in a smug and pleased voice. He gestured to the empty seat. "Please have a seat, my dear."

I groped for the empty chair, my eyes never leaving my daughter's red face. A jumble of emotions rocketed about my brain as I dealt with suddenly dampened lust...literally disappointed that I wasn't already on my knees between the banker's legs and wondering just what the hell my daughter was doing here. It didn't help that amidst all my confusion over the surprising situation, my recently expanded libido was taking in my daughter's attractive outfit and her burgeoning sexuality.

Tara was dressed in a black and gold miniskirt, short enough to show off her toned and muscular legs and tight enough to mold itself around her luscious young and firm breasts, but not so immodest to be out of place. Her high heels were sexy, but not outlandish or slutty. She'd brushed her long, sandy blonde hair until it gleamed, falling down over her shoulders and framing her lovely face perfectly. She was lovely and sexy in a young woman's sort of way and she made me wet between my legs as she had done so many times over recent months whenever my increasingly naughty thoughts turned towards her..

"Tara?" I started again as I sat down. "What are you doing here...now?"

My daughter face was nearly crimson and she finally broke our gaze, looking down into her lap again as she murmured, "Mom...I..."

Mister Richards jumped into the conversation, such as it was, saying, "Tara and I have been discussing college, Sonya. I don't have to tell you how intelligent she is. If she does follow through on pursuing a degree in business, perhaps even obtaining her M.B.A., why, there is no end to what she might do"

I felt honest pride as I replied, "I know. I am very proud of her." Tara raised her head and gave me a grateful smile.

"Alas, that the current economy throws so many obstacles in our young folks' path," said Mister Richards...pausing to give a heartfelt sigh. "Young Tara here has come in to discuss how we might be able to circumvent such obstacles." He paused again to grin knowingly at me...letting the import of his words sink in.

"Really?" I replied, feeling my pulse quicken even as the specter of what I felt might be coming began to materialize.

"Absolutely and she had done it on her own." Mister Richards leaned forward and said, "As I already said, Tara is quite intelligent. Despite our relative discretion, she has ferreted out your mode of employment and is making inquiries of being engaged in a similar fashion."

"Really?" I said again, my voice scarcely above a whisper. Now, I had long suspected that Tara had figured out what I did for a living, how could she not between the occasional glimpses of my more naughty work outfits and the sometimes loud arguments between Donnie and me. Still, having it out there in the open was a powerful thing and to my amazement, a bit of a turn on. "You understand everything, Tara?" I said, my voice still barely audible.

My daughter nodded and said, "You have sex with men...and women maybe, for money. Her blue eyes glimmered with something that was unreadable as she said matter of factly, "Mom, you're a whore."

"An exceptional whore, Tara," interjected Mister Richards. "Your mother is one of the most adventurous and talented sluts it's ever been my privileged to fuck, young lady." He added in an almost scolding tone, "And in doing so, she has kept your family from losing the home you've grown up in and being turned out into the streets."

Tara glanced at him and nodded before returning her gaze to me, her face starting to return to normal even though she was nervous and breathing heavy, her full, firm breasts heaving under her dress. "I know. I'm...fine with it, Mom." She stopped and licked her lips. "I actually think it's hot. It's turned me on for months knowing what you do...knowing you go out and fuck all those men."

It was my turn to blush now, hearing my daughter say these things so openly. I reached out and took her hand in mine as we faced each other. "You're not ashamed of me, baby? You don't mind me being a whore?"

Tara shook her head and squeezed my hand harder. "Not in the least, Mom. It makes me excited and..." She paused for a moment and flashed an embarrassed grin at me. "And it makes me a bit relieved to know I'm not all that abnormal...that thinking and doing such nasty things runs in the family."

Mister Richards raised an eyebrow in surprise at her words and I was even taken a bit aback. "What do you mean, Tara?"

She hesitated before speaking, but then looked me right in the eye and said, "I think I take after you, Mom. Just the thought of being someone's slut, doing whatever they tell me too, makes me wet. Knowing that you've done it and God, its obvious that you love it, well...it makes me think I could do it too."

"Hence, the matter at hand, Sonya," said Mister Richards. "Before you walked in, Tara and I had agreed to some basic plans. We...my associates and I will underwrite any expenses that Tara will have in college not covered by her scholarships, along with a stipend for those little unexpected things that occur."

I turned to look at him in surprise. "You mean, at the university?"

"Absolutely. Tara is too bright and promising to waste away at the local community college." He smiled at us both. "In exchange, Tara will, during the summer months, make herself available for um, assignments, three days a week as well as twice a week during all breaks and once a week while attending the university, she will be available to meet and, shall we say, recreate with one of our distinguished members of their faculty or alma mater." His smile evolved into something of a leer. "My colleagues and I have a mutual support agreement with certain influential members of that scholarly community."

I felt my stomach do a flip-flop as different aspects of my personality were feeling conflicted about this. The old fashioned mother in me wanted to grab my daughter's hand and run away and hide her someplace safe from all the carnal appetites that existed in the world. The whorish slut in me quivered with lust excitement at the thought of my little girl doing all sorts nasty things to sate those carnal appetites. The part of me that was both mother and whore wanted to do all those awful and lewd things with her.

"Tara...are you absolutely sure about this?" I said, trying to sound calm and reasonable. "This is a world unlike anything you can imagine...not necessarily bad, but so very, very different from anything you might have done before."

"Your mother is correct," added Mister Richards. "This is not like giving up your virginity in your boyfriend's car or going down on him at the drive-in theater. You will give yourself over to us heart and soul, happily willing to do whatever we demand of you."

Tara was silent for a long minute, her gaze steady, shifting to look at us with what I could describe only as youthful confidence before she finally replied, "I'll be honest...I'm scared to death, but I'm also excited..." Her face began to blush again. "Mom, I'm wet already just trying to imagine what I might be doing with people I've never even met." She squeezed my hand and said, "You've done so much for our family and I know you plan to try and do more to help me, but it's time for someone to help you shoulder this burden."

My daughter sat up more erect, causing her young, firm breasts to jut out further and looked at our banker and said, "I'm your girl, Mister Richards. I want this job."

Through tear blurred eyes, I watched Mister Richards smile happily and said, "I am so happy to hear that...now let's put it to the test. Please take off your clothes, Tara." He pushed back from his desk and walked around it and over to the couch, his erection prominent in his tailored slacks. Tara turned to watch him, growing wide-eyed as he dropped his pants to the floor before sitting down, his erection waving in the air.

Before he could bark a command for her to strip as he had had to do with me my first time, I snapped at her, surprised at the strength and lust in my own voice, "Tara...Mister Richards told you to get naked...DO IT NOW!"

My daughter flinched at my raised voice, but quickly jumped to her feet, murmuring, "Yes, Mom...sorry," as she reached back and undid a button at the back of the dress and quickly yanked it over her head. To my surprise, she was wearing a sexy black half-cup bra and G-string that contrasted well with her still winter pale skin...her flawless flesh almost like alabaster. I felt the first burnings of pure incestuous desire ignite between my legs as I admired my daughter's lovely body.

"Go on," I said, nodding my head to prod her on. Tara nodded in reply and unsnapped the front of her bra, freeing her large and firm breasts, making me feel a bit wistful at how they seemed to defy gravity. Her nipples greatly resembled mine, not quite as large and not showing the signs of nursing three children. They were swollen to the point of bursting, almost visibly pulsating with excitement. Tara then slipped her panties off, the dark gusset not betraying her arousal unlike her lovely labia which were in full blossom, red and gleaming wet against bare skin. I hadn't even known that my daughter shaved her pubic hair. 

"Very good, Tara," sighed Mister Richards, his eyes feasting on her luscious body. "Sonya, if you would."

Without hesitation, I brushed my spaghetti straps off my shoulders and wiggled out of my dress, letting it pool to the floor around my feet." Tara gasped, "Mom!" as she was shocked by the fact that under my summer dress I was totally naked. A grin broke out on her face as she saw that I was aroused as she was -- my pussy lips spread wide and dripping with my arousal below my trimmed bush.

We stepped towards each other, my arm going around her waist as our thighs pressed together. I turned in slightly towards her making my meaty breast brush against her firmer and not quite as large tit. "What do you think, sir?" I asked as we posed for Mister Richards.

He gave us an evil grin and said, "A vision of unparalleled loveliness," he said as his cock jerked up a little more. "Now, my sluts, to your hands and knees. Come crawling to your master."

Tara looked at me with her eyebrows raised, but quickly followed me to the floor. "Pretend you're some sexy, wild panther stalking your prey," I whispered to her before slowly making my way to Mister Richards. Tara followed obediently, mimicking my every move until we were both kneeling before our employer.

After savoring our submissive stance for a bit, Mister Richards looked at Tara and said gravely, "My dear -- have you ever sucked a man's cock before?"

Tara glanced at me, her red face growing even darker before she said, "Yes, Mister Richards, I have. I've um, sucked three different cocks." Her quick confession left me a little surprised. I wasn't surprised that she had some experience...she'd dated the Baker boy for nearly two years before they broke up last month.

"Really, pray tell your mother and me who they are."

Tara gave me a weak grin and then said, "Well...Bobby Baker, my ex-boyfriend, Dan Jones -- a teen guidance counselor at church camp, and um..." She looked down for a moment before again facing us, "Mister Brandford, my Calculus teacher." I gasped in surprise and then gasped again as Tara shrugged her shoulders and said, "I was two points from an 'A,' Mom. I wanted that grade!"

Mister Richards chuckled and said, "Well, we're glad you're not a total novice...not that it mattered. I doubt your mother had sucked that many dicks when she started working for us, but Sonya here is a natural born cocksucker. Show her what I mean, Sonya."

I never hesitated, feeling a new and delicious level of pleasure coursing through my veins as I rose up and took Mister Richards in my mouth as my daughter looked on. I heard her take a sudden breath and then sigh, "Oh, Mom!" as she let it out. I rolled my tongue wickedly around Mister Richards, cock head and then looking sidelong at Tara, gave her a wicked wink as I plunged my lips downward, taking all of his sizeable penis into my mouth down into my throat with practiced ease. I began to work my way up and down his cock, keeping my lips wrapped tight around his big dick as I tongued and sucked him, relishing the taste of Lilly Fox's pussy on him as I always did.

Mister Richards' fingers became intertwined in my dark hair as he demonstrated to my daughter how he could control my movements, communicating with scant touch alone his particular desires for more sucking here, more tongue there. Finally, with commanding force, he yanked my head back, his cock sliding from between my lips with a wet pop, leaving me gasping for breath. "Quite the cocksucker, eh, Tara?" the older man chuckled.

Tara seemed suitably impressed by my demonstration of oral loving, her eyes wide with wonder at watching her mother go down on a man. "Wow...Mom, you were awesome!"

"Thank you, sweetheart," I gasped, feeling pussy juice nearly gushing from between my legs.

"Now, Tara...let's see if you've inherited your mother's natural ability," said Mister Richards, his voice indicating that this was a command, not a request. 

Tara moved a little closer to him, rising up as she did and carefully wrapping her hand around the base of his cock as she lowered her head. I watched approvingly as she kept her eyes raised to look into his as she came closer to his cock. "So big!" she whispered, her breath making his cock twitch.

"Bigger than your father," I blurted out, shocked and surprised that I had opened my mouth and said those words. I hadn't a clue why I'd said it.

Tara broke eye contact with Mister Richards and whipped her head around to look at me, a look of surprise on her face that slowly gave way to a sly grin. "Really, Mom?" After I nodded, grinning as I did so, Tara again turned her attention to Mister Richards. "Well, it's certainly the biggest dick I've ever had in my hand," she said in a little girl's voice just before she opened her mouth and slid her lips over the head.




The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 06



Mister Richards let out a satisfied moan as she lingered over the crown of his cock, finally reaching out to stroke her long, sandy-blonde hair as he smiled at me and said, "Your daughter has a lovely and talented tongue, my dear."

Tara's eyes beamed up at him in response to his praise and after another minute's ministrations of her tongue on his cock head, my daughter proceeded to give Mister Richards an enthusiastic, albeit sloppy blowjob. She sucked most of him into her mouth before choking and having to back off, but she recovered nicely, running her tongue up and down his long shaft, licking the swollen head like it was the world's most delicious ice cream cone and continuing stubbornly to try and deep throat the older man, almost succeeding once or twice.

Sweat broke out on Mister Richards' brow as she never relented, her eyes on him constantly, only sparing me a brief glance once in a while to confirm that I was looking on proudly and lovingly as she sucked his cock. After several minutes, he spoke up, his voice betraying his need to climax. "Tara, listen to me carefully. When I cum, do not swallow and do not spit it out. Hold my sperm in your mouth, savor the taste, but under no circumstances swallow."

Tara gave him a slight nod as she sucked to indicate that she understood. Her lips retreated up his long cock until she was holding only the head between her luscious lips. My daughter's cheeks hollowed out somewhat as she sucked him more forcefully and I watched with glee and awe as my oldest child made Mister Richards gasp and moan and finally cry out, "I'm cumming, you sweet little slut!"

His body shook and trembled with each ejaculation, his fingers entangled in Tara's sandy hair, holding her mouth in place as she continued to suck, her eyes glowing with triumph and perhaps pleasure as she accepted his hot semen into her mouth. Finally, with a pleased groan, Mister Richards yanked Tara's head back and off his cock, a wet string of spit and semen following her lips, finally snapping to splatter between her firm breasts.

My daughter kept her mouth open, showing us the thick blobs of semen pooled on her tongue, showing Mister Richards that she could obey his commands. He grinned down at her and said, "You were marvelous, Tara...now, kiss your mother and share my semen with her."

Tara made a strange noise deep down in her throat as his request caught her off guard, but didn't resist as I turned towards her, moving on my knees until I could put my arms around her, our naked breasts mashing deliciously against each other. I could see amazement and lust and even a little fear in her eyes as I pressed my lips against hers.

I could feel her heart beating wildly beneath her breasts as I hugged her tightly to me and slipped my tongue into her mouth to roll over her semen covered tongue, lapping up Mister Richard's seed, so wonderfully familiar but with a slightly different taste...one that I knew instinctively, recognizing it as my own flesh and blood.

Tara moaned into my mouth and then moaned again as her tongue responded to mine, coming to life to twirl and dance around mine as we passed Mister Richards' sweet and salty tasting sperm back and forth between us, the kiss growing more intense as my daughter's arms came up to embrace me, pulling me tighter against her, her hard nipples poking into my soft, meaty tits. 

Since my first assignment for Mister Richards, I had discovered my lust for women, but this surpassed any desire I had had before and I knew almost instinctively that it was the familial connection coming into play. I had been aroused by my experiences with others practicing incest, most notable with Mister Stockman and his daughter, Jane, but now to be kissing my own daughter...not a motherly kiss, but a passionate, sapphic kiss, sharing a man's semen, I felt my pussy quiver, flirting with orgasm without any direct stimulation.

Finally, Mister Richards said in a voice tinged with regret, "Time, ladies. You may both swallow now." It was with great hesitation that I did so...the first time I had ever reluctantly followed one of his commands. My daughter and I broke the kiss, pulling back to see each other's lips shiny with each other's saliva and Mister Richards' semen.

"Have you ever kissed a woman before, Tara?" Mister Richards asked.

My daughter nodded slowly and said, "A few times...me and some girlfriends at sleepovers and stuff." Her voice was soft, almost cowed as she kept glancing at me with amazement and longing. My hand was slowly caressing her arm, maintaining some sort of physical contact.

"Have you ever licked pussy before, my dear?"

Tara's eyes were again wide with surprise as she slowly shook her head and whispered, "No."

Mister Richards leaned forward, "Now I know that if I asked your mother to put her face between your legs and eat you until you were screaming with pleasure, she would do it....I can see it in her face that she's dying to lick your sweet little cunt right now. If I told you to put your tongue into your mother's pussy and lick her until you were practically drowning in her cunt cream, what would you do?"

Tara licked her lips and said in a quavering voice, "I'd do whatever you commanded me to do." She looked at me and said, "I'd love to find out what Mom tastes like."

"Wonderful, wonderful," Mister Richards chortled. "Well, then. Let us get busy then." My heart was beating wildly as I expected him to order us into a sixty-nine position, but he surprised me by standing up and saying, "If you would, Sonya," pointing to his pants pooled around his ankles.

I recovered quickly and pulled his slacks back up, pausing to nuzzle his now semi-erect penis against my cheek and lips before tucking it in, earning a naughty grin from my daughter. After I buckled his belt, he moved briskly back to his desk, saying, "You lovely ladies get dressed...I need to make a phone call." He pushed a button and said, "Lilly, get me Steven Dechane on the phone, please."

He looked up, the phone cradled on his shoulder. "I should've asked before now, but Tara, are you a virgin? Be totally honest, now."

It was a bit odd to see my daughter who'd just sucked the cum out of a man's cock who was three times his age, blush, but she did, her face growing red again as she said, "Yes, I am." She grinned defiantly at my surprised face and said, "I'm still cherry with my hymen intact."

For the first time since I'd known him, Mister Richards seemed surprised, but he recovered quickly as someone came on line. As my daughter and I got dressed, we listened as he talked. "Steve? Louis here. My boy, I do believe we need to make some changes for our entertainment and subject for the charity auction...yes, our Sonya will still be the entertainment and subject, but I'm now going to sweeten it. Not only will our championship whore be on the auction block, but her daughter as well...Yes, I'm damn serious. Eighteen years old and a virgin, Steve...yes, her name is Tara, how did you...I see, she's on the high school soccer team with your daughter...Yes, she is lovely...I'm thinking we're going to see six figures...Absolutely...So, you spread the word, eh...They'll all be coming to see something most have only dreamed about...Right, see you Saturday."

As he talked, we were dressing, both of us intensely curious as to what he was referring to. He eyeballed us as we gathered our clothes together, taking advantage of the moment to steal a few caresses and touches of each other's bodies...my palms sliding over Tara's swollen nipples as I helped her put her bra back on, my fingers brushing against her swollen labia which her G-string was ineffectual in covering up. 

"Now, now...control yourselves, ladies. Have a seat," he said as he hung up his phone. I have a proposal for you Tara...your first assignment and your Saturday assignment as well, Sonya." We both took our seats, reaching out to each other and holding hands, both of us curious and a bit nervous.

Mister Richards leaned forward and said, "Sonya, originally, I was planning to serve you up as the entertainment at the Superior Club's annual charity auction as well as being the subject of the auction...the high bidder has you for the night." I nodded. The Superior Club was a local civic organization made up of the most powerful and influential people in the county...they sponsored many worthy charities year round.

He grinned evilly and continued, "But, Tara's decision to join our little enterprise changes everything. You two will have a joint assignment. First, you two will star as the evening's entertainment -- offering everyone in attendance the opportunity to witness the first time you two make love to each other."

"Omigod," I breathed, feeling my daughter's hand tighten around my fingers.

Mister Richards nodded. "Yes, Omigod indeed! We've never had a mother and daughter give a lesbian performance before. I myself can barely wait." He held up a hand and said, "Secondly, Tara, we will be auctioning off a night to be with you and your mother along with having the privilege to be your first...to take your virginity."

Tara made a squeaking noise and looked at me, a silly grin on her face, but a grin that told me that all this was suddenly and terrifyingly real to her. She started to respond, but Mister Richards held up his hand and said, "If you offer up your cherry for this worthy charity, your first year's college is paid for."

We both gasped. Tara laughed and said gushingly, "Yes! Absolutely, sir!" She turned to me and squealed, "My first year paid for, Mom!" She let go of my hand and was on her feet and around the desk before either of us could react, hugging Mister Richards and kissing him repeatedly on the face.

Mister Richards was flabbergasted by her enthusiastic response, finally calming her down by groping at her breasts and kissing her on the lips, his tongue having a settling effect on her...or at least focusing her passion more precisely. Finally, he broke the kiss, coming out of his seat and forcefully spinning her around and sending her away with a playful slap on the ass. "Enough, my dear. Away with you and your mother before I decide to fuck you right here and now and deny our charity all that potential money."

I saw him glance at the closed door and I knew that we were being dismissed. I stood up and smiled gratefully at our banker and benefactor and steered Tara towards the door. "Saturday then, Sonya. Six o'clock at the Superior Club...you know where it's located, yes?"

"Yes, Mister Richards," I replied. Everyone in town knew it, an austere, yet grand old brick building in the downtown business district. I'd never been inside, but I was anxious to see have the experience.

He shook his finger at us playfully, but his commanding voice was brooking no argument as he said, "Now, feel free to kiss each other all you want, but no fingering or licking until Saturday...we want to be honest when we say this will be your first time as lovers!"

We left his office and dazedly nodded as we walked past Lilly Fox and on out of the building. Tara rode home with me, having gotten a ride down to the bank from a classmate. For several minutes, we drove silently, both of us still trying to digest what had been done and said inside Mister Richards' office.

Suddenly, I veered off the road, pulling into the very same deserted parking lot where I had once gone down on Tara's father after the first time I'd sucked off Mister Richard's cock. I turned the car off and scooted around in my seat to look at my eldest child. "Tara, are you absolutely sure you want to do this?"

She looked back at me with her face glowing with excitement, reminding me of so many Christmases when she would descend the stairs to see what Santa had left her under the tree. "Mom, I am so fucking wet. I cannot believe how excited I am. I don't understand why more people don't think about sex like this. I know now why you're so much happier than you ever were before."

I nodded, acknowledging the truth about myself. "I know, Tara, but I am a whore...it took me all these years to discover that about myself, but baby, you're still practically a child."

Tara reached out, surprising me as she placed both her hands on my cheeks. "And I'm the daughter of a whore...maybe the world's greatest whore and ever since I've understood that, all I can think about is being like you, Mom. I love you and I want you. I want your life and I want to discover what it feels like to have your mouth on me...your tongue in me...to feel a big cock inside me, making me cum my brains out." Tara smiled at me as she added, "I might not be a whore yet, Mom, but I want to be. I want to be every bit the cumslut, pussy licking whore you are."

I was struck by the earnestness in my daughter's voice...the passion and the hunger, seeing in her eyes the same thing I saw in mine every time I looked in the mirror. I felt my eyes misting up again as I replied, "Thank you, Tara." I leaned over and kissed her, her tongue slipping out to greet mine and draw it back into her mouth.

We kissed for several minutes, pausing only when I felt her hands cup my breasts through my dress. I pulled back, gasping, "I want you so much, baby."

Tara nodded, sighing, "I want you too, Mom...I want to know what you taste like."

We stared at each other hungrily and then simultaneously began to laugh. "We better get going," I giggled, "Or some police officer's going to find my face buried between your legs."

Tara shivered at my teasing comment, but then grew a little more serious. "Mom...what about Daddy?"

I immediately sobered up and sighed. "Yeah, he's going to be very pissed about this. You're his little darling."

Tara smirked and said, "You mean he wants to fuck me, right?"

I opened my mouth and then closed it, trying to remember how to speak. My god, but our daughter had grown perceptive. Finally, I replied, "Um, yeah. You've picked up on it, huh?"

She nodded and replied, "Oh yeah, I feel his eyes on me all the time and a few times I've heard my name come up when you've let him fuck you after you've been out whoring." Tara paused a moment, giving me an odd and questioning look. "If I understand this all correctly, Daddy's maybe more of a freak than you are, Mom."

I was totally speechless, realizing how that either Donnie and I had not been as good as we'd thought at concealing our increasingly evolving relationship or that I had seriously underestimated how bright our daughter was. Tara prompted me into responding by saying, "I know Daddy gives you hell for all the whoring, but it turns him on too, doesn't it? He even likes to watch Mister Richards fucking you, doesn't he?"

I heaved a great sigh and said, "I don't know if he actually likes it, but me being unfaithful...being with other men and women too, I guess, does turn him on more than just about anything. I don't understand it, him getting off on being what they call being 'cuckolded,' but it does excite him." I gave my daughter a sly smile and added, "Almost as much as it excites me to cuckold him."

Tara nodded and said, "I think I sort of understand. When we tell him, Mom, let me handle it. I think I know what to do."

I reached out and stroked her face. "My sweet baby, you've been thinking about this for a while, haven't you."

My daughter shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I guess...more like I've been dreaming about it for a long time." Her words, the timbre of her voice filled with hungry anticipation nearly made me cream my pussy right then and there. A part of me anxiously wanted to get to Saturday night as soon as possible, even though a nastier part of me was anxious to see how we would deal with her father.

Telling Donnie didn't take all that long. Friday night, we grilled burgers out on the patio and afterwards, sat out and admired the starry night. Donnie Junior went off to a friend's house to play computer games and our littlest one went to bed. Tara and I gathered up the dirty paper plates and utensils and were waiting for my husband when he came in from cleaning and covering the grill. He had a moping expression on his face as he did most of the time these days, his face only brightening a little as he spared his daughter an appreciative glance as she washed the few dirty items left over in the sink.

Tara was wearing a short denim skirt and a tight T-shirt that molded itself around her firm, youthful breasts with her hair pulled back into a ponytail. I saw her smile to herself, somehow sensing that he was watching the subtle, teasing roll of her hips as she shifted from one foot to another. Finally, our daughter glanced coyly at her father and said, "Daddy, can we talk for a bit...it's about school."

A dark cloud passed over Donnie's face and he heaved a great sigh and said, "I suppose we need to, honey. I ain't been looking forward to it." He dropped heavily into a kitchen chair, glancing at me a little shamefacedly. 

Tara dried her hands on a kitchen towel and turned to face us both, leaning against the sink counter, thrusting her breasts out proudly. "Daddy, I know that things have gotten tougher again and you've been worried about how I can still go to the university, but..."

I'm sorry we can't do it, sweetheart," Donnie blurted out, interrupting our daughter. He threw up his hands and continued, "Maybe in a year or so, but until then, I think going to the community college is what you'll have to do." He tried to look into Tara's eyes, but couldn't manage it, lowering his gaze to her shapely legs.

"Daddy," Tara began again patiently. "What I wanted to say is that you don't have to worry any more. I've figured out a way to pay for school...to pay for everything."

Donnie's head rose sharply as he gazed first at Tara and then at me in disbelief. "E-Everything? How...how is that possible? Did you get another scholarship?"

I took a deep breath and held it as Tara smiled sweetly at her father and after a moment's hesitation, said in a rush of words, "Daddy, I'm going to start working for Mister Richards just like Mom does."

I slowly let the breath hiss between my lips as I exhaled, watching the words go from being meaningless to being completely comprehended, Donnie's expression going from surprise to slack confusion to darkly furious in the span of a few seconds. Suddenly, Donnie leapt to his feet, turning the kitchen chair over with a clatter as he did so. He turned to me with his hands balled into fists, "YOU FUCKING CUNT! WHAT DID YOU DO?" he screamed at me, spittle flying from his lips to splatter on my face.

"I didn't do anything, Donnie. Our daughter went to Mister Richards on her own."

"LIAR!" Donnie sobbed, his eyes wide and deranged. "YOU DID THIS YOU CRAZY FUCKING WHORE! YOU WANT TO FUCKING CORRUPT MY LITTLE GIRL! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU FIRST!" 

My husband drew back a fist and I flinched as I expected to be hit, but before he could swing at me, he was frozen in place as Tara said softly, but confidently, "Daddy."

Donnie turned and looked at our daughter, his mouth dropping open in surprise. I turned and gasped a little as I looked at my oldest child who was still leaning against the sink, but who had grasped the hem of her denim dress and had pulled it upwards, revealing her naked pussy underneath -- her legs spread slightly apart to allow us both to get a good look at her swollen and glistening labia 

"T-Tara? What...what do you think you're doing, s-s-sweetheart?

"Showing you your heart's desire, Daddy," replied our daughter, confidence and purpose growing stronger in her voice with each spoken word. "I know you want my pussy, Daddy...you've dreamed of fucking me for years. You look at me and wonder what it would be like to feel my hot, tight pussy wrapped around your cock...right, Daddy?"

My husband's lips moved silently and it was only after staring at our daughter's vagina for nearly a minute, watching her lips swell even more and part to reveal pink and wet succulent flesh that Donnie found his voice and whispered, "Oh yes, Tara."




The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 06



Tara nodded as an evil smile grew over her face. "Then listen up, dear Daddy. I'm looking forward to getting fucked by you, I love you too, Daddy, but..." She paused and glanced at me, throwing me a naughty wink that sent delicious shivers of erotic delight coursing through my body. 

Licking her lips, Tara took a step towards her father, still holding the hem of her skirt up to show off her naked and aroused cunt. "I love you, Daddy, but the only time you are ever going to get to put your cock up your little's girl's pussy is when someone else already has pumped it full of hot, creamy sperm."

She took another step towards Donnie and said, "I'm going to be Mister Richards' new slut and I'm going to suck and fuck strange men and then and only then am I ever going to let my daddy fuck me."

A bevy of emotions seem to ripple across my husband's face and I thought insane anger would win out as he again raised his fists as if to strike our daughter and I came to my feet, determined to stop him, but Tara spoke up, something powerful and carnal now dominating her voice as she said, "Be honest, Daddy. Just thinking about sticking your peter into your little girl's tight pussy and feeling it full of another man's hot spunk is making you hard, isn't it?"

As our daughter's matter of fact statement crashed down on him, Donnie dropped his hands again and gave a sob, glancing at me with an expression of utter defeat. Tara took another step towards her father and he actually retreated, only to trip over his overturned chair to fall onto his back as our daughter continued to advance. I stifled a giggle as I saw clear evidence that Tara's words were true as a prominent bulge pressed upwards from his crotch, straining against his khaki slacks. 

Tara stepped over her father, straddling him, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she glanced over at me and winked again, making me moan as my pussy quivered in the spasms of an approaching orgasm. I felt my nipples ache as they hardened in the excitement of the moment. My daughter squatted down with the lithe grace that only one so young could muster and astonished me as she rolled her bald, gleaming wet cunt over the erection in Donnie's pants.

"Feel me, Daddy!" she gasped, "Feel how hot I am...how hot your baby girl's pussy is against your dick." She shivered for the first time, betraying her own arousal. "Now you can call me a whore and a slut, just like you do Mom," Tara murmured softly to her father. "I don't mind because it will be true, but you're not going to do anything to stop me. I'm going to go to work with Mom."

Tears streamed down Donnie's face and he whimpered, "No...you can't, Tara. You're my daughter. It's wrong, baby."

Tara ground her naked pussy more forcefully against her father's erection and hissed, "Just like it's wrong for you to want to fuck your daughter, Daddy, but that can happen too...it can happen just the way you know you want it." She rolled her hips again and said just above a whisper, "You get to have me after every time I fuck someone else, all sticky and oozing another man's cum."

Again, she rolled her hips over Donnie's hardness. "Imagine it, Daddy. Imagine me rubbing my juicy pussy lips, oozing another man's hot semen, and sliding along your hard cock, slipping inside all that gooey fuck juice and fucking me"

"Jeezus," moaned my husband. "Tara...baby...I -- no, I can't..." He whipped his head back and forth as if denying his own lewd desires.

"Don't fight me, Daddy or this is as close as you'll ever be to my pussy," hissed Tara, working her hips lewdly dragging her wet mound over Donnie's crotch. "And it feels so good, doesn't it, Daddy? Imagine how good it will feel holding you inside me...how wet and hot your cock will be inside your. Little. Girl."

Donnie cried out, flinging his hips upward, almost knocking Tara off balance, but our daughter maintained control as her father jerked uncontrollably, her eyes growing wide with delight as she suddenly comprehended that her father was cumming in his pants to her nasty taunting. Understanding of the power she possessed blossomed in her face. She smirked a little as Donnie finished cumming, sobbing, "Oh, I love you, Tara...my little baby slut."

"I guess we have an understanding, don't we, Daddy," Tara said, slowly rising and stepping away from her father, dropping her skirt, but not before I could see how wet her pussy was, juices shining brightly and invitingly on her inner thighs. I turned my attention to my husband and felt a sweet, but small orgasm ripple through me, making me moan and press my legs together as I saw Donnie's crotch -- his khakis stained dark from our daughter's wet pussy and from the growing, darker spot where he'd shot his wad in his pants.

Tara stepped over to me as I came up out of my chair again, her arm sliding around my waist. "What do you think, Mom. Can I keep up with you?"

I grinned at her and then kissed her on the lips, taking her by surprise as I ran my tongue over her lips. "You are definitely my daughter, honey," I purred.

Tara shivered against me as she let out a halting breath and I suddenly perceived that beneath the lewd bravado she'd exhibited with Donnie, she was scared to death. I hugged her tightly and whispered into her ear, "I am so proud of you."

Donnie struggled to his feet, sniffing as he rubbed his hand across his tear stained face. Various expressions struggled for control of his face as he came to terms with what had just happened. Finally, a weak sneer dominated as he hissed, "Just like your mother -- a goddamn fucking whore." He stumbled out of the room, his feet loudly lumbering up the stairs to be followed by the slamming of our bedroom door.

Our daughter stared at me, her sluttish attitude suddenly replaced by an expression of shock and dismay. In all her years, Donnie had never raised his voice or said anything to her that was more than mildly reprimanding. I smiled and kissed her again. "Don't worry, baby," I said. "Your daddy's just trying to save face. He's probably upstairs jacking off again thinking about fucking you. He talks to me the same way, but it's the only way he is able to really say, 'I love you,' these days.

Tara nodded, processing this and adding it to what she'd already deduced about her father and me. "This is so fucking weird...and so fucking hot, Mom!" she said before succumbing to a fit of giggling that proved infectious, leaving us both prone to sudden laughter as we finished up in the kitchen.

I sent her off to bed after we spent a little quality time kissing in the doorway between the hallway and the kitchen, Tara leaning back against the doorframe while I pressed my body against hers, feeling the excited pounding of her heart as our breasts mashed together under our blouses. I fought off the terrible need to kneel down and kiss and lick her young pussy -- my still fairly new love of pussy feeling stronger than ever before. Finally, I broke the kiss, hugged my daughter and with a playful pat on her bare bottom, sent her up to her bedroom, saying, "Get some sleep, baby...tomorrow is a really big day!"

I waited up until Donnie Junior returned home and kissed him goodnight chastely on his cheek, following him upstairs, staring appreciatively at how my son was beginning to fill out his blue jeans. When he had closed his door, I checked on my littlest one, my heart filled with love and pride for my youngest daughter sleeping soundly and then moved on to my bedroom only to find the door locked.

Quietly, I tapped on the door and said softly, "Donnie, open this door...open it now." When there was no response, I knocked a little more loudly and said, "Donnie, open up." I felt a sudden bad feeling about what foolishness my husband might do to himself, but was relieved to hear someone shifting on the bed and then the muted sound of footsteps.

"Fuck off, Sonya. I can't bear the sight of you tonight. Go sleep on the fucking couch or leave and go find one of your sick johns to fuck." I shook my head, feeling both love and frustration for my husband. I perceived that his hostility was all part of his act to maintain his dignity or the shreds that still remained, but I knew that in his heart, he was in hog heaven and wished he'd simply accept his role in our relationship wholeheartedly as well as the relationship he was about to begin with our daughter.

"Fine, Donnie, act that way," I whispered in a harsh tone. "Be a pissy bitch, but we both know that tomorrow you'll be begging to fuck me...and Tara." I stalked away, returning downstairs to shower in the guest bathroom. Afterwards, I padded naked into the laundry room to look for a clean nightgown, settling for one of my son's football jerseys to wear as a nightshirt over my naked body. I thought about sleeping in the guest room, but instead, I slipped back upstairs and tapped on Tara's door. "Sweetie?" I whispered, quickly entering the room to find a sleepy eyed daughter with one of those glittery vampire novels in her hands. "Would you mind some company?" I said softly as she sat the book aside. "Your father is feeling a little...whiny tonight."

Tara rolled her eyes and then grinned at me, throwing back the quilt on her bed. She was wearing a T-shirt and no panties, looking both innocent and slutty at the same time, sending naughty tingles of desire coursing through my body. "I'd love to sleep with you, Mom...if you think we can keep our hands off each other."

I hurried to slide beneath the covers, scooting over to cuddle with my daughter, murmuring, "Well, we can try, sweetie, before we locked lips and began to kiss. Again, there was a layer of surreal feelings overlaying the erotic delight of knowing that my tongue was dancing with the tongue of my daughter as we kissed like the lovers we were about to become. As our tongues slithered and danced, my hands were actually trembling as I resisted the urge to do more than slide my palms up and down her arms and over her shoulders. Her toned leg crossed over mine, allowing us to draw closer together, belly to belly and breasts to breasts and I could feel her trembling body struggling with the same hungry desires as I had.

I hungered to taste the heat emanating from between her legs, to feel her fiery slickness on my fingers, but Mister Richards' commanding words echoed in my ears, "No touching or licking until Saturday." I don't know how my daughter managed to control her own desires...maybe like her mother, a stern but gentle command from that pot-bellied old man was enough.

We kissed and necked into the wee hours of the morning, both our cunts becoming sopping wet and making Tara's bedroom reek like a Tijuana whorehouse, the aroma of sweet and wet pussy thick in the air. Between bouts of passionate kissing, we talked, mostly with me pursuing my curiosity, still wondering how my daughter could act so sluttish and have so limited sexual experience.

Tara just grinned and shrugged and said, "Maybe it's just in my blood, Mom." As I held her, she looked up into my eyes and said, "I wasn't always like this, but once I kinda reasoned out what you were doing, it's like something went off in my head. I started fantasizing about stuff I never even imagined a person could do. I used to be embarrassed to even touch Bobby's dick, but then I started sucking it like I was starved for it and began looking for excuses to suck other dicks."

My daughter gave me a slightly embarrassed look. "I didn't really have to suck Mister Branford's cock for that grade, but I'd heard he was open to letting girls do that for a grade bump and I wanted to see what an older man's cock was like and well..." Tara's face split into a huge grin. "Still getting used to the taste, but I like cock and sperm!"

I shook my head, still trying to grasp this unsuspected side of my daughter. "And you never gave up your virginity?"

Tara giggled. "Well, not for lack of trying with Bobby. All he had to do was see my little pussy and he'd explode prematurely and towards the end...well, he liked me sucking his dick." She snuggled against me a little more firmly, her breath warm and sinfully sweet against my breast. "Been awfully tempted lately though. When you went off and did your gangbang in Florida, I nearly climbed into bed with Daddy, but...it just didn't seem right."

"And now it does?"

Tara giggled. "I know, isn't that awful? As I realized that Daddy actually gets turned on by being a...whatsis...a cuckold, I realized it would be a lot nastier to make him wait until someone else fucked me."

I kissed the top of her head and sighed, "You are your mother's daughter, only wiser and smarter." Then suddenly, like a bomb bursting in my head, her earlier words caught up with me. "You know about the gangbang -- how?" I said, my voice rising with the sudden surprise.

Tara laughed and turned her head to look up at me. "Y'all have been a little careless with that naughty DVD of yours. I peeked at you two a couple of times when you were blowing him while he watched you fuck and suck all those guys." She licked her lips. "I learned a lot from that, Mom. You are such a fucking slut!" She rose up, pursing her lips to kiss me, saying softly just before her lips pressed against mine, "I want to be just like you, Mom and know the pleasure of all you've done!"

I felt embarrassed, proud and aroused by my daughter's words, amazed that she felt like she did about me and that the knowledge of my own wicked actions had spurred so much of the same desires in herself. As we kissed passionately one last time before slipping into sleep, I wondered to myself that if I had been exposed to such lewdness and pure carnality when I had been her age, would I have leapt equally anxiously into the arms of whorish delight way back then?

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From the curtains before us, we could hear a rumble of anticipation that had Tara and me glancing nervously at each other. We were deep in the bowels of the Superior Club, having been greeted in the lobby by Lilly Fox who'd led us down several sets of stairs and into a small anteroom she jokingly referred to as the Green room. "Relax, ladies," she had said, smiling coyly at us. The members are just finishing dinner. She was wearing a slinky, gold sheath dress that clung to her like a second skin. Despite her somewhat bemused and "seen it all" affectations, I could see her nipples hard against the silky fabric of her dress and I could smell her arousal, although whether she had just been fucking someone prior to our arrival or was excited about our upcoming debut, I wasn't sure.

She left us alone and we sat together on a small davenport, holding hands and looking at each other silently. After debating all day about how we would be dressed, we'd settled on identical outfits, simple black halter dresses that we'd picked out earlier in the day. The material molded itself to our bodies and the plunging necklines revealed our family trait of ample breasts. The hemlines were extremely short, revealing Tara's toned and shapely legs and mine, which I thought couldn't compare to my young daughter's, but which she assured me were attractive enough. We both were wearing our hair pinned up, adding a slight tone of sophistication as well as keeping our shoulders bare -- something I had come to learn that men found most attractive.

"Last chance, baby to change your mind," I said softly, squeezing her hand. "I'm excited, but maybe your first time should be with someone you love."

Tara shook her head slowly and said, "I will be with someone I love when I lose my cherry." She tightened her grip on my hand. "I don't care whatever man gets to put his cock in me so long as you're there with me, Mom!"

I leaned in and whispered, "I love you, Tara!" before kissing her, feeling her lips part for my tongue and hearing her sigh happily. I felt her free hand drop on my knee and slide up my inner thigh, just reaching the hem of my dress when a door opened.

"Now, now, ladies," said Lilli softly. "Save it for the members." We both looked up and grinned bashfully at Mister Richards' secretary peering at us from the curtain. She smiled back, licking her lips and said, "It's time...finally."

We both stood up and began to move past her towards the curtain she gestured to. I paused and rested one hand on her breast, feeling its heft and enjoying her sudden intake of breath. "You know, Lilly, I owe you so much. Maybe sometime, you can take a day off and we could get better acquainted." I leaned in and ran my tongue over her slightly parted lips, enjoying the quiver that ran through her body.

She quickly recovered, glancing once at my daughter who stood there in wide-eyed amazement at watching her mother come on to another woman, before replying. "Bring your girl along and it's a date!" Lilly shook her head as if to clear it and said, "The Superior Club awaits."

I took my daughter's hand and we pushed through the curtain to find a short runway that moved upwards at a slight angle. At the end, a young man stood and said something into a device he held into his hands. As we reached him, a voice, greatly amplified boomed all around us.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN OF THE SUPERIOR CLUB, WE GIVE YOU YOUR EVENING'S ENTERTAINMENT. FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, A MOTHER AND HER VIRGIN DAUGHTER WILL MAKE LOVE WITH YOU AS THEIR PRIVELEGED WITNESSES. PLEASE WELCOME, SONYA AND TARA HAMMONDS!"

We stepped out into what I guess could best be described as the base of a small amphitheater of maybe ten feet in diameter -- most of it filled with a large, round bed. Above us, surrounding us were three tiers of circular table where between seventy-five and one hundred people were sitting. The place was well lit and I could see people in various modes of dress -- spanning from tuxedos and gowns to business suits and sexy dresses. Well endowed and topless women were clearing dinner plates from the table. Men and woman were in equal number and some of them I recognized.

Father Thomas and his sister were present, he smiling benignly at us while his sister Mary Margaret looked down at us with undisguised lust. Mister Stockman and his daughter, Jane looked down at us as well -- Jane blowing me a kiss. There were others there as well that I had encountered in recent times, servicing them in my duties as the Cabal's whore, but there were others I did not know...at least not as of yet.

All gave us a long and loud round of applause. Tara gave a sudden gasp and said, "Look up there, Mom," pointing up above them all. I followed her pointing finger and gave a little cry of surprise as I saw a series of huge screens displaying a slide show of our lives. Not for the first time was I amazed at the power and capabilities of my employers, but it was still daunting to see the proof of our relationship being shown on the screens.

Our driver's licenses were shown, then Tara's birth certificate, then a series of photographs that showed my daughter and me together, spanning her lifetime. Apparently Mister Richards and others did not want anyone to have any doubts about our relationship and he and the others had the resources at their disposal to furnish all proof.

I felt a murmur of anticipation ripple through the crowd and knew it was time we were about our business. I turned to my daughter and said, "Are you ready, darling?"

Tara licked her lips and nodded. "I love you, Mom!" She slipped her arms around my waist and pulled me in, our lips pressing together with recent familiarity as our tongues danced to the crowd's approval. We kissed for a long time, our hands slowly roaming over each other's bodies.

I slid my hands up my daughter's back until my trembling fingers found the ties to her halter and after a bit of fumbling, undid them. Tara moaned into my mouth as I then traced my fingertips around to her chest and then began sliding them down until I hooked them in the plunging neckline of her dress and tugged them over her firm, upright breasts, drawing a sigh of appreciation from our audience and then another moan from her as I cupped her naked tits.




The Stimulus Plan Slut Ch. 06



"Oh my god, Mom!" moaned Tara, breaking our kiss as my fingers teased and plucked at her swollen nipples while I slowly ran my tongue down her neck and over her breasts until I could cover one aureole with my mouth. Stiffening my tongue, I flicked it over her engorged nipple again and again, making her quiver with excitement.

I felt my daughter's hands fumble with the ties to my halter, which in her excitement proved more difficult to undo. The crowd tittered as she first muttered, "Well, shit!" and then in triumph, "Yes!" as she finally was able to yank down the front of my dress and free my heavier, meatier tits.

It was my turn to moan as I felt my daughter's hands cup and fondle my breasts, testing their heft before fingers slid over them, fingers plucking at my nipples, pulling them outward and then upward, lifting my meaty tits up as she pinched them until I had to release her nipple to cry out with both pain and pleasure. I lifted my head up until I could look into Tara's eyes, seeing aroused wonder there as she hissed, "My turn!"

Tara ducked her head and I felt my daughter's lips tighten around my nipple for the first time in nearly two decades. Memories of my sweet first-born nursing collided with my incestuous desires for the young woman she'd grown up to be and my knees nearly buckled as the feel of her tongue rolling over my blood gorged nipple and the sweet sting of her nipping teeth triggered an unanticipated orgasm in me. "Oh yes, baby," I cried out, oblivious to my ringing voice echoing throughout the large room.

I yelped from sudden pain and pleasure as she was startled and bit down harder as I ejaculated pussy juice in my arousal, splattering my hot creams against her thighs while some in our audience clapped appreciatively. I rode my orgasmic bliss out as Tara moved to my other nipple, her tongue rolling over my chest, slipping into the hollow between my heaving breasts before fastening tightly around my unattended nipple while her fingers pinched at the slippery nub she'd abandoned, now slick with her saliva.

I ran my fingers over her pinned up hair, dislodging some of her sandy-gold tresses before cupping her cheeks and raising her face to mine again because I could not stand not kissing her any longer. Tara murmured approval against my lips as our tongues danced and bobbed about, slithering together in a revel of naughty celebration. At some point along our passionate kiss, we managed to let our dresses slither down to pool at our feet, generating more approving murmurs from our audience.

My hands went to her shoulders and then slid down her arms onto her thighs before my left hand slid behind her to stroke and cup her tight, muscled butt cheek while my left hand glided around to her flat belly and then slowly moved downward to palm her wet, blooming labia -- her spreading lips smooth and clean.

As I slid two fingers between her pussy lips and slipped into her hot, wet vagina, my daughter threw her head back, lips curled in a sexy sneer as she sighed, "Ohhhh, Mom!" while I kissed her neck and nuzzled her soft skin there. Before I could slip deep inside her, I reached a barrier and realized with a bit of wonder that Tara was indeed a virgin. I resisted the urge to pierce her cherry, aching to complete her transition to womanhood, but I was a sluttish whore who understood my orders and as much as I ached to claim my daughter's maidenhood, I knew that that privilege would go to another.

I swirled my fingers about, being careful of Tara's hymen and brought my thumb into play, rubbing it through the crinkled folds of her cunt to expose her swollen clitoris, already emerging from its hood. Tara sobbed with pleasure and it was her turn to go weak in the knees as I teased her clit, glancing down to see with some surprise, that here, we were not more or less identical. Her clitoris, aroused was not nearly as full bodied as mine, but was much longer -- extending out much more like a tiny penis. As I felt her caressing fingers dig into my skin as her pleasure escalated.

I slowly turned her around until she was pressing her backside to me, my mouth nibbling on the nape of her neck while my left hand snaked around to fondle and tease her breast. I brought my glistening fingers of my right hand to my lips while the crowd murmured in approval, a communal sigh going up as I licked my daughter's pussy juices from my digits. I then slid my hand down the crack of her ass and then under, again finding her pussy, fingering her now with four squirming fingers while my middle finger sought out her swollen and erect clitoris and again began to pleasure her.

"Come for Momma," I hissed into her ear, swirling my tongue around the delicately shaped rim and sucking on her earlobe. As I fondled and pleasured my daughter, I began to maneuver us forward towards the bed and when her knees struck the edge of the circular mattress, I guided her up and onto the bed, placing her on all fours. 

I used my fingers teasing her pussy to get her to raise her ass up -- her taut cheeks quivering with excitement and her vulva swollen and aroused, her juices pouring forth around my probing hand. "Mom...Mom...Momma..." she gasped and moaned, aroused, I suspected as much from the knowledge that it was her mother touching her in such a lewd and exciting manner, as it was from my knowledgeable actions.

Then Tara let out a scream that was part pure ecstasy and part shock as I suddenly bent over and mashed my face into my daughter's dripping wet cunt, my own moans of excitement muffled as I pressed my mouth into her hot, quivering flesh, feeling her juices coating my face and tasting so delicious as I speared my tongue inside her.

My hands slipped around her midsection, helping her to stay up as pleasure turned her arms and legs to rubber, her orgasm raging as her mother licked her pussy for the first time. I was vaguely aware that the crowd around us was applauding as I ran my tongue up and down her sopping wet folds of cunt flesh while I again brought fingers into play, fluttering them across her throbbing clitoris.

Tara moaned and clawed as I relentlessly assaulted her young pussy with my tongue, moving further towards the center of the bed with me crawling after her, never ceasing my hungry gobbling of her sweet, succulent cunt, loving her fresh, strong flavor and recognizing it as similar to my own, yet totally and distinctively Tara's. Little orgasms shot through me as I fell in love with the taste of my daughter, a little part of my mind wondering how I had ever survived without her unique and yet so familiar ambrosia.

Just as I gently wrapped my lips around her clitoris, I sensed the bed begin to move and so it was that as I reduced my daughter to a near mindless, screaming slut lost in a tremendous orgasm, we rotated in a slow, circular path so that all of the Superior Club was able to appreciate the erotic view of my daughter, her back arched in absolute carnal delight, head thrown back with her mouth gaping open in thoughtless pleasure while her firm breasts swayed back and forth while her mother sucked and licked her young pussy.

A sudden geyser of pussy juice sprayed my face and I had to pause for a second to not choke on her sweet cum and somehow my Tara managed to spin around and in a sexual frenzy take me down, straddling my body as she presses her lips to mine, tasting and smearing her creamy juices around my mouth as our tongues dueled. With an expression of maddened passion on her face, my daughter slithered down my body, kissing and biting my breasts, tonguing my bellybutton as she sobbed, "I love you, Mommy," before she dove between my thighs, her mouth and nose delving into my swollen and aroused cunt. 

With eager, amateurish gusto, my daughter began licking my pussy, her tongue flattened and wide, slithering over the sensitive folds of my sex, making me croon happily -- my toes curling into the silky sheets as Tara loved me orally for the first time. I was dizzy from the intensity of my orgasmic joy, the world swirling around me haphazardly as if I were drunk on our incestuous love. I could barely focus, but somehow -- for a brief moment, my eyes came to rest on Jane and Louis Stockman, both staring avidly at us. For a second, I thought I saw a spark of kindred recognition in the eyes of both father and daughter -- our incestuous lusts creating a bond between parent and child that only others so blessed could understand.

I clawed my daughter's head, wrecking her hair that had been pinned up so beautifully, urging her to delve deeper and faster into my cunt, moaning and writhing as she learned on the job how to pleasure a woman...learning to eat pussy between the thighs of her mother. My orgasms were fueled to new heights as it hit me again and again that this was my daughter's tongue sliding between my swollen lips...that it was her lips that nibbled and bit -- sometimes painfully in her eagerness -- at my swollen clitoris...that it was my daughter who was lapping up my cunt creams as she made me cum and cum again.

Then in the midst of licking me, Tara remembered she had fingers she could use too and as her tongue scoured over my clit, I cried out as two fingers slipped deep inside me, fluttering around and touching me in all the right ways. My daughter used a woman's knowledge to finger me, adding a third finger as she rotated them around, making me throw my hips up off the bed, seeking them to delve deeper inside me. I screamed in the glory of orgasm as she probed for my sweet spots -- those G-spots that had me spraying her face with pussy juice as she touched them just so...

I heard someone cry out, "Fist her...fistfuck your mother!" and I glanced down at Tara to see if she had heard their calls. My daughter's face had risen from my rolling mound, her face dripping with cunt cream, processing the words she had heard and I saw understanding grow in her eyes. "Mom?" she gasped, her eyes asking the unspoken question.

"Fuck yes, baby!" I wheezed. "Fuckfist me, Tara! Fist me and make me cum!" I bucked my mound up at her, offering myself to her, wanting my daughter to fuck me and make me cum...to scream like the whorish slut I was.

Tara responded by snapping at my pussy with her mouth, her mouth opened wide as her tongue lashed out at me again and again as she returned her fingers to my cunt, sliding first three and then four fingers inside my sugar walls. She looked up over my trimmed bush and saw me nodding, urging her to continue. My daughter slid her fingers back out and then with her hand slightly curled, I felt her slip her entire hand inside me, making me feel so full and complete.

Amidst cheering applause, I heard a woman call out, "Now fist that kinky bitch! Fuck the shit out of your mommy!" Tara's eyes stayed glued to mine even as her tongue swirled over my clitoris, my daughter made a fist inside me, making me scream with pleasure and then without any gradual buildup, she began to fuck me with her hand...her fist all balled up...feeling so huge inside me.

My orgasm went off the charts as I tried in vain to thrust back against her hand, knowing she was inside me past the wrist, rotating her hand as she rammed it back and forth inside me. Tara never took her eyes off me even as she fisted me and licked my sodden flesh, torturing my clitoris in such sweet ways as could barely be withstood. 

My body was afire with the flames of carnal ecstasy, contorting lewdly as my daughter fucked me with her hand, pausing only to waggle her fingers inside me before making a fist and resuming her assault on my womb. My hand clawed at the sheets and at my rolling breasts, trying to pinch my nipples to increase the unbelievable passion welling up from between my legs, but so intense was the incestuous pleasure coursing through me, I could barely get my hands and finger to do what I commanded them to do!1 My heart pounded in my chest, feeling as if it was about to explode and take me that last sweet step to a heaven of sexual pleasure.

The world misted out for a while...it might have been just a few minutes or it might have been hours, but I came back to myself just as my daughter unfurled her fingers inside me and slowly slipped out of me...my still clenching cunt muscles making it a somewhat painful yet pleasurable experience and I cried out one more time, a little surprised to hear how hoarse my voice sounded...screams of ecstasy can wear one out.

Tara took one last long loving lick of my pussy with her tongue, scraping it over my flesh like silk sandpaper...slightly rough and oh, so sweet, making me cry out again as tremors of pleasure rippled over me. Grinning, my daughter held up her hand, thickly coated with my cunt cream, for everyone to see. Then, with a lewd grin, she began licking my juices off. "I love how you taste, Mom!" she declared, hidden mikes causing her voice, full of passion and love, to echo around the room.

She looked so naughty and yet so innocent as she cleaned her hand, slurping up my fluids like she was eating a drippy ice cream cone. My body trembled and shook with the aftershocks of orgasm, fueled to greater intensity by my daughter's lurid behavior. I felt weak as a kitten, but I hungered for more...more loving from Tara and more of her sweet tasting pussy. Between heaving gasps for air, I rasped out, "Love...you...baby! Sixty...nine...Mom...now!"

Tara's eyes grew wide, nearly as wide as her grin as I raised my arms and beckoned to her. In an awkward scramble of limbs, she crawled up alongside me and spun around, throwing her leg across my chest and having straddled me, scooted back and allowed her wet pussy to hover over my face. I could smell her arousal -- strong and thick, her cunt, drops of her pussy juice falling and splattering on my face. Her slick, bald flesh seemed to quiver with anticipation.

Teasing, I gently blew on her labia and was rewarded by a sob and then a gush of her cunt juices spraying my face, the sweet cream covering me from head to chin. I laughed and licked my lips, adoring her taste and then I reached up and digging my fingernails into her thighs, pulled her down onto my open mouth. Noisily, I began licking my daughter's pussy, slurping and swallowing what seemed to be a massive flow of her creams. 

Muffled by her toned cheeks above my ears, I could hear Tara moaning with pleasure, her lower body shimmying from the sweet torture my tongue and lips inflicted on her pussy. I felt her body shift, her firm breasts on my stomach and then her mouth was again on my sex, her tongue delving between my swollen labia, spearing deep into my cunt before journeying back to my turgid clitoris which she seemed to have learned quickly how to suck with just the right amount of pressure to make me nearly insane with pleasure.

Orgasms became a way of life...not the peak of a rollercoaster ride that was our lovemaking. I seemed to writhe and roll around on that bed in a constant state of sexual nirvana, cumming and cumming again and again. Sometimes I was on top, sometimes Tara was. Her mouth and tongue never ceased to seek out ways to pleasure me. I resisted using my fingers, relying on my tongue alone, knowing that if I lost control, I would tear her cherry apart.

I did surprise her at the height of our sapphic lovemaking when as she was nearly comatose from an particular intense part of her ongoing orgasm, I slithered my middle finger across her wet flesh, making it slick with her juices and then shocked her by suddenly pressing it into her asshole, sinking into her hot backdoor to the second knuckle before her sphincter could slam shut.

Tara raised her pussy juice smeared face from my cunt and let out a surprised scream that rose even higher as her asshole began to spasm around my invading finger, doubling the intensity of her orgasm and making her squirm atop me helplessly as she gushed pussy cream all over my face.

She tumbled off of me, my finger still inserted in her tight butthole, quivering in a helpless, curled up ball as her orgasm peaked and slowly faded until finally, minutes later, her sphincter relaxed enough to release my finger. Tears poured down her face, leaving odd tracks through the coating of my pussy juices that covered her from her hair to her chin. "You...don't f-fight fair, Mom," she sobbed as she uncurled from her fetal position and struggled to crawl into my arms. ""That was...omigod, fantastic, Mom!"

"You too, baby girl," I whimpered, my tears joining hers as we wrapped our arms around each other and kissed. We kissed for the next several minutes, scarcely aware of the applause coming from all around us as our tongues danced inside each other's mouth, pausing only to lick at each other's face, tasting ourselves and then sharing it with each other.

When we finally stopped and looked around, the entire room was on its feet -- all the members clapping and some in various states of undress...apparently motivated by our performance. Jane Stockman stood next to her father -- a small trickle of white cream on her chin and her dignified father's semi-erect penis still hanging out of his pants.. Father Thomas's sister, Mary Margaret was still on her knees, sucking our priest's -- her brother's cock.

Licking my lips, still tasting my daughter, her scent thick on me, I said, "I think you're a hit, Tara."

Tara stared wide-eyed with wonder at the clapping crowd and giggled, "I think we're a hit, Mom...the nastiest, sluttiest mother and daughter whores in the world! "What's next?"

Before I could reply, a voice boomed over loudspeakers, "THERE YOU HAVE IT...A FIRST AT THE SUPERIOR CLUB -- A MOTHER AND DAUGHTER MAKING LOVE TO EACH OTHER FOR THE FIRST TIME. NOW, AS ADVERTISED, TARA HAMMONDS IS STILL A VIRGIN, UNTOUCHED BY ANY EXCEPT HER MOTHER SONYA. TONIGHT, FOR CHARITY, TARA OFFERS HER VIRGINITY TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER. TONIGHT, YOU BID FOR AN EVENING WITH A VIRGIN AND HER MOTHER, BOTH YOURS TO DO WITH WHAT YOU WILL.

"LET US BE GENEROUS BOTH WITH OUR PURSES AND OUR LUST. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, LET THE BIDDING BEGIN!"

I smiled at my daughter, knowing that we both had our answer.

To be continued...