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Okay, So I'm a Slut!

By: Michael142



"Oh god!! Oh god!! Fuck me harder!! Slam it into me!! Oh yah!!...

Jesus Christ! Can't you fuck harder than that??? Let me have it!!... 

Oh yah, oh yah, oh yah, mmm, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coooommmmminnnnng!!" 

I was trying to get this dickhead to slam it into me as hard as I need to have it. Finally, he gets there and so do I. I was a pool of sweat, I looked over at him as he flopped onto his back, and I was breathing so hard ... and I thought my heart was about to burst. 

I said to him, "Whew, that was amazing... finally! You deserve the blowjob of your life for that!" I never let strangers inside me without a latex overcoat, so I would have to sponge him a little to let him have a blowjob. 

He says, "Yah bitch, put your little slut mouth on me and blow me good!"

Now, I am not exactly a prude as you can tell, but I really hate that B-word! I look at him hard, and with a coarse laugh, decided to give him a little needed 411, "Listen, dickhead, nobody calls me a bitch. Slut, okay but if you treasure your balls, you will not call me a bitch... I hate that name. Also, I am the one in charge here ... not you. You got that weasel-dick?" 

"Listen, BITCH! No BITCH is going to tell me what to do. Got it BITCH!" he countered as he laughed. I rose to my knees, grabbed his balls in a vice grip, and threaten,

"Say BITCH one more time asshole!! If you want to keep these, you will do as I say. You are the one who is getting free pussy so just shut the fuck up and do your job. If you leave here with blue-balls, thank heaven you are leaving with any balls at all. Got it?" 

I am a martial arts expert... a black belt in Tae Kwon Do. Since I am just five foot three and one hundred ten pounds, I have to be. I need to have sex... lots of sex, and I have learned to protect myself from dicks like this guy. Unfortunately, I also need men like Trent, who I am with tonight. I need them to pound me hard. They are just someone with a hard cock, and nothing else. I have learned to take care of myself when I am with them. I can dump a six-foot two, two-twenty pound man on his ass, and jam a five-inch heel into his groin before he knows what's happening.

I squeezed Trent's balls a little tighter, and he became very compliant, very quickly. He leaves, and I am alone. Sadness overwhelms me as it always does, and sitting naked on the edge of the bed, I start to cry to myself with soft but bitter tears. An uncontrollable sense of self-loathing consumes me.

My name is Angela... get it? As in angelic! Ha, ha what a joke! Daddy didn't know what he had when looked down into my soft round honey-brown eyes, and named me Angela. I am a small twenty-eight year old woman with light brown hair and brown eyes. I am pretty, and my brown eyes strike most people first. I keep active physically and have a shapely little ass... or so they tell me. I try to maintain a tan on my pretty legs, and I have firm apple-sized tits with puffy nipples. I am sometimes hard on my lovers as you can see, but I have to be. I am really a sweet and loving person, and I am married to a most wonderful and loving man.

My husband Robert is neither a wimp, nor what Shakespeare would call a "cuckold." No one actually uses that word anymore except on some of those porno-story sites. Robert is an intelligent man with a good job, and understands my problem, and my um, "needs." He is slightly larger than average, Trent is much larger and thicker but is an asshole. When I am with Robert, he is in charge, but when I am with a dick like Trent, I am in charge. Like most of these guys, he occasionally needs a little ... education! I do not want to be too hard on Trent because he has a nice dick, and I like it inside me.

I am a lawyer, who also just happens to suffer from nymphomania, also clinically known as hyper-sexuality. I simply cannot get enough sex. With most women who suffer from this affliction, there is usually a trigger point that initiates the condition. It can be abuse and some hypersexual situation after coming of age. My cravings began at my eighteenth birthday party with an innocent adolescent game. A simple kissing game ended up with my having sex with a boy at the party... and then with every boy at the party... twice! Over the past ten years, my cravings have not abated.

I met Robert several years ago when defending the Hospital in a lawsuit, and we fell in love. He was aware of my affliction from the start since I was up-front about it, and he has tried to be as supportive as he can. I make love to Robert as often as I can... well, actually as often as he can. He is a strong lover, and the only one I feel safe with when we have sex. He is the only one I allow to be inside me barebacked... all the rest wear latex, or they don't any piece of this sweet little ass. I was less careful at first, but my relationship with Robert gave me a reason to take more care.

Robert knows what I like and how I like it. We also fondle and kiss, and we can lie together and whisper sweet nothings to each other for hours. Unfortunately, I often need it again soon afterward, so I have to turn to my toys. Robert works mostly at night as a pediatric surgeon. I will never, never invite any other man into the home that Robert and I share for sex; that is our sanctuary. Someday we will have children of our own, but not until my condition is better... or at least controllable. I do not want my sweet babies thinking that I am a slut!

All I ever need in a man (other than Robert) is someone who fucks me long and hard, and cries when I smack him. I am a hard ass just when I need to be, but I at other times, just a sweet little pussycat. So let us explore the mind of a nymphomaniac together for a while, shall we? I have girlfriends, and we laugh and giggle, and go to wedding showers, you know... just girl kinds of stuff. It is just that I need sex frequently and sometimes with multiple partners. I have dozens of toys; some are gifts from Robert to satisfy myself when I cannot go out looking for a flesh and blood partner. I always keep a nice little six-inch vibrator in my purse for emergency use. I also sometimes use a small butt plugs on a limited basis to fill my pussy when I am working on a case alone in my office.

Tonight, Trent has pissed me off by being a... guy, so he gets pussy (three times), but no blowjob and sent on his merry way with a set of sore balls. Trent is okay, he is tall and handsome, and a smooth talker. I met him a couple of weeks ago at a local club. I visit clubs often, but have learned to be careful. I usually sit back for a bit watching. I have become a very good judge of character and look for someone who might be kind and considerate. It has to be someone who might be willing to come to my aide if needed. As I sit there, I can feel the burning need building in my hips and inner thighs, and I have to have someone's... anyone's cock inside me soon.

For example, I was at a club just last night, wearing a short... and I mean a very short black dress, with no bra and no panties. I usually go without panties, because I love the way the silk lining of my dress feels as it slides across my ass. I love to wear thigh-high sheer stockings, and sometimes with a garter belt because they are so sexy. But often, due to my overall tan, I can go without stockings. I use the five-inch heels to kind of level the playing field for a short little chick like me. I always have a dozen or so condoms in my clutch; because I do not want any of these dickheads coming inside me... that privilege is reserved exclusively for my sweet husband, Robert. Since Robert works nights mostly, I am not taking time away from him or our marriage going to the clubs. 

I am not exactly fond of doing so much clubbing, but a lioness has to go where the meat is, doesn't she? I always ask the bartender to serve me watered-down drinks to keep my wits about me, no matter who pays for them. I usually only have to pay for one. Robert and I have talked extensively about how to protect myself, and this was one of his ideas. But, he has never disclosed to me his exact feelings about what I have to do, but it must be hurtful to him. It hurts me deeply realizing that. I do not exactly have all the clinical information, but as I understand, a woman can become addicted to the dopamine produced in the brain from sexual orgasms. So, just as an alcoholic would seek treatment, I am in treatment for my addiction and have meds.

I love to dance, and usually have no problem attracting partners. That night I was dancing close with a nice looking man with a decent build. As we danced close, he slid his hand down over my little ass. I like that. I like a man's hands on me and I liked this guy, so I let him slip a hand under my short dress and onto my naked ass. He introduced himself as James (I never give or ask for last names when I am out). James is handsome, and has a nice athletic shape. My people-radar tells me that he is also a nice person and someone I might be able to trust. I laid my head on his chest, with my hands on his chest as well... just kind of cuddling. I like to do that when I am dancing to a slow number. 

James was rubbing my ass over my dress and I just cooed, content with my having a man holding me. His fingers eventually found their way under my dress, and he touched me lightly between my buttocks, just lightly tracing his finger up and down my crevice. I was moaning softly into his chest with a satisfied smile. I could feel myself getting very wet, and it was not long before his finger found my pussy. Just a tickle at first, but then he slid it into me as we danced. I opened my legs a little to give him freer access. I rose up on my toes and kissed him as he fingered me. I softly said to him, "Let's find a quiet corner somewhere." I could feel in my hips and thighs that the "monster" was awakening, and I would need to have sex... a lot of sex, soon.

James kissed me, and took my hand any led me into a dark corner of the hallway that leads to the restrooms. We were in a dark alcove by a side exit door used only for emergencies. It was a quiet place, but anyone passing by might see what we were doing. I didn't care. I asked him to fuck me, and I produced a condom for him to wear. 

He looked at it and said, "Whoa, I don't like those things, I like to feel myself inside of a woman."

I looked him directly in the eyes and said, "Well if you want to be inside this little woman, you are going to wear latex, honey."

"And if I say no, and just take what I want anyway?" he said, teasingly.

I gave him as menacing a smile as I could muster, showed him a clenched fist and said, "Trust me honey, you don't want to find out!" 

He threw his head back and laughed, reached over and lowered my clenched fist with his hand, "Okay! Okay! Hell baby, I'm a lover not a fighter, and I really do want to fuck you so give me that damn thing!"

"Oh, you say the sweetest things, James," I said as we both laughed.

I took his already hard cock in my hands, gave it a few strokes and just admiring the feel and the beauty of it before I unrolled the condom over it. I was actually sorry to see such a very pretty cock disappear into the latex. I continued, "Just one thing James honey, I need to be fucked hard, so when you are ready, let me have it as hard as you can okay baby?"

He smiled, and we kissed passionately, but hurriedly like two teenagers with a curfew. He pulled my dress off my shoulders enough to fondle my breasts, and nipples. Men are always pleasantly surprised to see that I have puffy nipples. A guy thing I guess! I love having my breasts touched, they are very sensitive and it gets me very hot very quickly. His hand slid down my stomach, making lazy circles on my abdomen. He then slid his hands up the sides of my thighs, lifting the hem of my dress up to my waist. He dropped to his knees and put his mouth to my clit, sucking it in and massaging it with his tongue. I was breathing hard, but wanting a cock inside me... soon. This is not about making love to someone; it is about sex!

James licked my pussy as I spread my legs a little to make it easier for him. He spread my pussy lips with his tongue, and lapped up the moisture from my slit. He was getting so into it, that he needed to pull my lips apart with his fingers to get his lips and tongue inside my pussy. After several minutes, he rose, grabbed my ass cheeks, and slid his sheathed dick into my pussy all the way in one smooth motion. The feeling of him inside me pushed me over the edge, and I came hard. I was shuddering and convulsing in a most wonderfully strong orgasm. My poor brain was producing the drug I needed.

Even though I was coming, I urged James, "Oh, James! Please fuck me! Fuck me hard!" 

James pounded into me as hard as he could; he was really giving it to me for all he was worth. I loved it; my whole body jolted with each thrust. The glow spread throughout my entire body as he fucked me. I trembled violently as copious amounts of juices flowed over his latex encased dick, and my inner thighs. I came twice more as he pounded me, then he stiffened and came while inside me. He came into the condom of course, but the feeling of his cock throbbing inside me was unbelievably erotic. As soon as he was done, I could feel the need already building for more. Since I trusted James, enlisted his help in finding me some more hard cocks.

When we both regained our composure somewhat, I said to him, "Honey, there is a back room in this place just down the hallway that is not used and has a table. James, can you please find a few more um, guys, and ah, meet me back there?" After a second or two I continued, "When you find them, can you just help me make sure none of them get out of line? If you do, I will give you a private number, and you may fuck me as often as you would like. 

I gave James a kiss, and he went back to the dance floor. James was handsome, and proved to be dependable, and I liked his nice large dick. I waited in the back room, sitting on the table for about five minutes when I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. James appeared with four other men who were mostly decent looking. They stood in front of me with curious looks on their faces.

I explained, "Gentlemen, I love being fucked, and have asked James to select some nice fellows for me. You get to fuck me as hard and as many times as you wish, but I ask only that you wear a condom. James may go first if he wishes, and then I will need all of you one at a time after that."

James stepped forward, and I handed him another condom. I added that James may kiss me, but for all the rest, it is just fucking. Also, I told them that I do not give blowjobs to strangers. Free pussy is free pussy, so none of them disagreed with my conditions. I lay back on the table, and James stuck his sheathed dick into my pussy, and started pounding me hard. His cock is about seven inches, and very thick, so I was getting a lot of stimulation from him. As I lay on my back, I thought about what a slut I have become, but didn't really know what else to do to get what I have to have. My thoughts turn to my conflicted feelings about what I am doing. I love it, and I hate it, I love it, and I hate myself. I get the recurring feeling that this is all I am... just a piece of meat. All I can do is to control things as much as I can to make it safe for Robert and me.

James stiffened after some minutes, and shuddered into another strong orgasm, coming into his condom. I felt his cock throbbing in me again, and I came... again. The next man walked up, donned a condom, and stepped between my legs. He smiled, "Hey baby, you sure are a little beauty. My name is Drake, and would love to fuck you, honey." It occurred to me to tell him that I really didn't care what is name is, but I didn't. I played with myself a little to keep the moisture flowing, and he slid his dick into me. Drake was just about average size, which is fine with me, but the stimulation promised be be somewhat less than with James. He slid into me, and started to fuck me in a nice smooth rhythm. 

"Drake!" I said, "fuck me harder. Fuck me as hard as you can, honey."

He picked up the pace, and started fucking me harder, but didn't last long, and shuddered into an orgasm. My next man stepped up, and started fucking me with his short but stout latex-sheathed dick. It felt nice because he was so thick. After a few strokes, he reached down and kissed me. I pushed him away, and jumped down from the table. I tightened my hand into a flat fist so that the knuckles were protruding, and let him have it across the chops. He sprawled across the room, and as he got to his feet, yelled, "What the fuck, bitch!" I walked over to him and informed him that I did not like that word, as I doubled him up with a left jab to his stomach.

I turned to James and said, "James, can you please get this asshole out of here? Tell him he can keep the condom." 

James escorted him out, saying, "you need to have some respect, dude." He pushed the guy out of the room, and closed the door.

Still on me feet, I said to the the remaining men present, "I thought I was clear about no kissing, except for James. You are all getting one damn fine little piece of ass for free. All I ask is for a couple of simple conditions." 

They immediately volunteered comments like "Hey no problem, lady," or "Yah, I hear ya, honey," things like that. After that, each of the remaining four men (including James) took their turns fucking me with no further problem. They continued screwing me until they couldn't get it up any longer, and one by one, disappeared back into the club. 

James remained to make sure I was okay. As I lay on the table with my legs splayed, and dripping from my own juices, James softly massaged my mound, clit, and pussy. It felt nice... comforting. He bent down and placed kisses on my well-used crotch. I knew that after repeatedly fucking five men tonight that the craving would subside, but I also knew that that feeling inside me would be back. James was there when I started to feel sorry for myself, and tear up. We talked about it and a little about Robert (but did not use any real names). He was sympathetic to my plight and tried to comfort me. That is my cross to bear in this world, an all-consuming craving that might never end and a self-loathing that I cannot help feeling afterward. This is not sex for fun, but to satisfy a craving I cannot completely control.

James helped me off the table, pulled my dress down, and kissed me long and passionately. I responded by kissing him back with equal fervor. He was a gentleman and someone I think I can count on, so I gave him my private number, and asked him to call me whenever he liked and we would arrange something. Perhaps, now with James, I thought I would ask Trent to lose my number because he is such a dick. As I left the club, all I wanted was to get back home in time to make breakfast for Robert. As a doctor, he mostly works nights, which is good for both of us. I never mention my activities, and he never asks. I love him and I make sure he knows it.

When I arrived home at about two o'clock in the morning, Robert was not yet home from the hospital so I quickly change shower, and fix something nice for dinner for him. Usually it is something simple, since he is tired after a twelve-hour shift. I put on a nice sundress, and fixed my hair, tying it up in back with a lovely red bow. I wear both bra and panties, because it would be more for him to take off, and I know he likes to "unwrap" me (giggle). I am excited to see Robert, and I always try to have the house clean and orderly and his dinner ready before he arrives home. Little Suzy homemaker, that's me!

I hear the garage door rising, and Robert is home. He likes to have a beer after work, and I already have it cold and ready for him as he comes through the door. I give him a sweet smile, throw my arms around him and give him a big, wet, noisy kiss. He pulls me back at arms-length, looks me up and down and exclaims, "My god, honey. You are more beautiful every night. How do you do it?"


Okay, So I'm a Slut!



As I blush through about three shades of crimson, I say, "Oh stop, honey. I'm still the same as last night. You are so sweet, and... comments like that will get you everything... tonight!" I giggled and hugged him again.

I served him dinner with a glass of wine, and had a glass myself. We talked, and I curled up next to him after dinner t watch a good old movie... you know, black and white classics. We love the old movies. They just don't make them like that anymore. Who doesn't love "Casablanca" with Bogie and Bergman? I reached up behind him and turned off the light. A small light from the kitchen bathes the house with a soft glow. I cozied up to him a little more, and unbuttoned the top two buttons on my dress. Robert clicked off the television, and with another clicker turned on the radio. As soft classical music poured out of the speakers, he turned to me, unbuttoned more of my buttons, and slid his hand into the top of my dress and into my bra. 

He cupped one of my breasts in his hand and massaged it slowly, rubbing a thumb over my already swollen nipple. I begin to melt, as I always do when someone touches my breasts. I kiss him hard as his hand slides down and under my skirt. I am moaning into his mouth as he slides his hand onto my ass under my panties. I can feel the tension building in my hips, and the tingle in my buttocks and thighs. Robert picks me up, and carries me up the stairs to the bedroom. I can feel his strong arms holding me securely. He sets me on the bed. He takes the bottom tails of his western-style shirt and pulls all the snaps apart in one smooth motion. 

I can see his chest muscles, and he lets his shirt drop to the floor. He undoes his belt and zipper with one hand and steps out of his pants, now wearing only sport boxer-briefs. His thigh muscles flex as he climbs into the bed. I have taken nothing off, saving that pleasure for him. As he unbuttons the rest of my buttons all the way to the hem, he opens my dress like the petals of a flower. He tells me again, how beautiful I am. I blush, lower my eyes and smile sweetly. He pulls my dress off my shoulders and as I rise a little, he pulls it free. I give him a coy little girl smile, as I let him reach around to unclasp my bra. He holds onto the cups as I wiggle my shoulders, allowing the bra strap slide down off my shoulders. I watch him as he massages my breasts still covered, and then slowly lowers the bra to unveil my pert little breasts. My puffy nipples swell. 

I can see from the intumescence under his shorts that he is getting aroused from touching me and looking at my tiny tanned body. With my breasts fully exposed, he takes them gently in his hand, and kisses them; he pays special attention to my nipples as he sucks them into his lips. Although my breasts are relatively small, my nipples are quite thick little mounds when fully erect like they are now. He enjoys the feeling of them on his lips, and I get a warm electric feeling through my chest as he plays with me. Nothing gets me wetter, faster than someone touching my breasts, and Robert has learned what I like. 

I close my eyes and moan breathily, "Oh Robert. I love you so much, sweetheart."

He smiles, and lowers my upper body to the silk sheets. I raise my butt as he begins to slide my panties over them, but stops to admire my stomach and pubic mound and the top on my slender strip of pubic hair. He knows that my lower abdomen is very sensitive to the touch. With my panties still only partially down, he kisses my stomach, and then the spot just inside my hipbones, and then moves his kisses down to my mound. I am going crazy, and I can feel my strong urgings for sex building quickly. I know that he will deny me for a little more play. I am biting my lower lip, which tells him that I am screaming on the inside, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" but his sly smile when he makes eye contact tells me that on the inside, he is saying, "Not yet my sweet Angela, not yet!"

He lowers my panties to mid-thigh, and turns his attention to my clit and pussy lips, which are flowing with my womanly juices. Robert is like a Tomcat licking a bowl of cream as he laps the juices from my pussy lips. He uses his lips to part my outer labia, and his mouth and tongue are sliding inside me. I am absolutely on fire waiting for a sexual release as my entire body is screaming at the top of its lungs wanting him to fuck me. This electric feeling in my hips and buttocks are becoming painful as I breathe hard, and my heart is in my throat. Robert rises to kiss me, giving me a taste of my pussy juices.

I am lapping them from his lips, and as I moan softly I say, "Mmm, I sure do taste good tonight, don't I, honey?"

He laughs and says, "Yes you sure do, angel face!"

I cock my head with a curious look and ask, "Robert darling, if you are through fooling around, can you please FUCK ME NOW?" 

He slides his hard, naked cock into my pussy. The feeling of Robert entering my body, slowly and completely is one that is hard to describe. The familiar inner feelings built to such a fever pitch, that I convulsed strongly as soon as he entered me. My whole body sort of gives a 'sigh of relief' as he starts slowly stroking in and out of me. It does not take long for his wonderful cock to start pounding me hard. 

I am now in heaven as I wrap my legs around him, raising my bottom to meet his thrusts. I am moaning loudly and kissing him hard. I am climaxing again, with several aftershocks as he continues to pound me. I usually have about three or four orgasms as Robert fucks me. He is thick enough to give me a lot of stimulation. He loves making love to me, and loves fucking me hard. He understands what I need, and works very hard to give me as much of what I need as he is able. I know that he resets quickly after orgasm, and will pound me again twice.

By the third time, I am in a state of delirium, and only semi-conscious as my urgings abate. I am enjoying a post-coital glow with a very satisfied smile. Robert notices, and teases me about it. As good as Robert is, he knows that sometime after we make love, I will be in the bathroom sticking one of my many toys up my pussy. The feeling is so strong between my hips, buttocks, and thighs that I have to relieve it. I have had to pull my car over on the way to clubs, to service myself with my handy six-inch purse vibrator. Robert knows that I need him as a stable anchor for my crazy life. He also loves me as deeply as I love him. I am a nympho, and a loving wife to a very good man.

Tonight after three sessions with Robert, I am tired, and we are cuddling together talking together. Actually, he is talking to me softly as he fondles me, and I am just listening to the sound of his voice more than the words, and occasionally moaning softly from his touch. When he falls asleep after a hard day of work, and coming home to take care of his loving wife, I sometimes slip from his arms. The urgings are again building, and I am heading to the bathroom to relief my growing sexual urges. After I finish, I am sitting on the stool, sobbing into my hands. This constant battle with my sexual urges is too much! They are ruining my life! I am trying not to wake Robert with my crying, but my frustrations grow along with my sexual urges, and they must also be relieved. I feel worthless. I berate myself for bringing Robert into all of this. 

Along with the physical frustrations, is the worry about what I am doing to my dear husband. He never shows his frustrations, but I know he must have them. I am just hoping that they do not grow to the point that it all becomes too much for him. He knows that his wife is out fucking other men, and that has to hurt. He is the one who insisted early on, that I learn to defend myself and to take precautions. I do it because I love him. Most women with my condition do not have lasting relationships. Most do not last more than about six months, tops. Robert and I just celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary. As I sit here totally naked and sobbing uncontrollably, I am wondering how many more there will be. Damn I feel so low!

In the morning, I have to get up and go to the office, and Robert joins me for breakfast. He always gets up to have breakfast with me even though he should sleep in. Before we get out of bed, most mornings he will push his morning chubby into me and make love to me with some smooth strokes until we come. Sometimes, I will make breakfast for him, and sometimes he makes it for me. It can be anything from oatmeal, to omelets and pancakes, but most mornings, like today, it is just toast and coffee. I do not go clubbing every night and Robert and I do not make love every night of course, but we are very frequent lovers.

I always tell him to please sleep in and get his rest, but he insists on getting up with me. Actually, I am happy that he does. He will have to be back at work by two o'clock in the afternoon, and will work until two AM. Hospitals generally have twelve-hour shifts. I do not always go out after work, and sometimes, just settle in with my toys or go out with Robert on the nights he is off duty. I have a large selection of vibrators, dildos, and and fanny plugs, and can take care of myself pretty well when I need to. But, just as he gets up with me in the morning, I get up for him when he comes home at two-thirty in the morning to make sure he has something to eat, and a little company to unwind with after work.

Before I leave today, I run up to our room and grab a small butt plug to throw in my purse. I will put it in my pussy instead of my ass when I am alone in my office working up a case. It eliminates all of the buzzing, and I can give myself a satisfactory orgasm as I wiggle around on it. Only two of the girls in the office know about my condition and they are understanding friends. They will keep it to themselves. If any of the male lawyers ever found out, I would be spending most of the day fending them off. I am a professional, and have a reputation to protect. I do have sexual relationships with one or two of my girlfriends, but we are careful to keep them discrete. 

My special silent girlfriends in the office get nice expensive gifts from me periodically for their help. They would likely do it for nothing... for friendship... but none of them is going to turn down Louis Vuitton, or Prada. The girls are always sharing things among themselves in the office so it is not something that will attract attention. Today I need my thick little two and a half inch butt plug in my pussy as I spend most of the day in my office preparing for some depositions tomorrow.

My private phone rings, and I answer it as quietly as I can. It's James, and he wants to see me Friday night. I tell him that Friday is out because I am going out to dinner with my husband (I do not use his name when talking to my human dildos). I tell him that Thursday night is better (today is Tuesday) at the same club... with the same deal. He tells me he can round up some dependable men for me. I quietly tell him okay, and hang up. My little butt plug is now well coated with my lady-juices, and my panties are wet after talking to James.

After my scheduled depositions tomorrow, I have an appointment with a sex therapist that Robert set up for me. The sessions are starting to help a little, along with the anti-depressants and other meds. I just tell my male boss that it is a doctor's appointment (which it really is!). When you mention anything about a "lady problem" to a guy, they lose their curiosity very quickly! After that, I have Tae Kwon Do. Although I am already a black belt, I need to keep in shape. Any woman who doesn't know at least a little about martial arts in this modern world, nympho or not, is a fool. Take it from a tiny woman whose only 110 pounds soaking wet. Hmm... soaking wet? I spend a lot of time in that condition don't I? 

James seems nice, and the last experience was good, but I don't really know him, and always consider any man I don't know to be a threat at some level. I am seriously a tiny woman, and have learned to be careful with my condition. Before I met Robert, I was not so careful, and suffered for it. I have been savagely attacked and gang-raped a few times; I have been beaten and hurt badly. So I have learned as much as I need to in order to mitigate those occurrences. 

Right now, I am sitting on my lovely butt plug slipping around inside my pussy, and wriggling a little to give myself a couple of nice little orgasms. But, since my boss has a way of surprising us with impromptu staff meetings, I decide to slip my panties down enough to take the plug out for a while, and put it back into my purse wrapped in tissue.

This is my life, dear readers, and my cross to bear due to my condition. I pray fervently every night that Robert will not leave me. I love him, and know that with some hard work and proper medications, I will someday be his and only his. I have a longing to be able kiss my own sweet children someday. I smile to think that Robert will be their father. My prep work is complete for tomorrow's depositions, and I am sitting back in my chair in my office, just chewing the end of my pencil and thinking about Robert. His handsome face, strong arms, and his kind and gentle nature are truly more than I deserve. These thoughts bring a smile to my face, and then I begin to tear-up a little. I am trying my hardest every day to be more of a loving wife, and less of a despicable slut!

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