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The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 01

By: masterofnymphoslut



Jean rolled over and slapped the alarm clock as it chirped her awake. She then looked at her husband, Ed, who was still snoring next to her, and wondered how she'd let her life get to this point. Her hand slid under the covers and between her legs. Her fingers began stroking her throbbing clit as she fantasized about the man she wanted to feel taking her body and using it for his pleasure. Her body shuddered as she came silently, imagining a cock plowing into her pussy instead of her fingers. She looked over at the lump of humanity lying next to her and snorted in disgust, then rolled out of bed to get ready for the day. It was Friday. It was only going to be a half day at the office. Everyone was quitting at noon to get ready for the corporate dinner that evening at the Radisson. Jean smiled to herself as she contemplated what she was going to wear. She had purchased a new dress just for the occasion. Something she knew her boss would approve of. 

She'd met Ed in college, and as far too many college romances go, he'd swept her off her feet portraying himself as something he really wasn't. After marrying, Jean put her career as a paralegal on hold when the kids began popping out. Almost from the beginning Jean knew she'd made a mistake marrying Ed. The longer she stayed with him the worse he got. He was an abusive controlling egotistical pig who thought the entire world revolved around him and his opinion. He'd never been physically abusive with Jean. His abuse was more emotional and manipulative. The only reason she stayed in the marriage was for her kids. But the longer she stayed, the less she thought of herself. 

Jean became a stay at home mom till her two kids, Mike and Sally, were old enough to leave and went off to college. After they were out of the house Jean dusted off her business suits and began job searching. It was a bit scary for her at first. Jean's self-confidence had been systematically torn down by her husband over the years. Now as she faced the scary task of reentering the workforce, she didn't know if she could do it. But with the help of some of her friends, and the encouragement of Mike, Jean stepped outside the safety of her house and began sending out resumes, and going on interviews. 

Jean had auburn color hair with just a few strands of silver starting to show through at the age of 45. She had put on a couple pounds over the years, but she carried it well, and still turned the heads of many men. Her legs were still shapely, aching to be wrapped around a man as he rode her. Her breasts sagged slightly, but that was to be expected being a pair of DD's. Her son joked with her when he was in high school that his friends thought she was a MILF. The compliment always came when Mike knew she needed it. And it was always appreciated by Jean. 

At the age of 40 Jean was hired by the law firm of Simon & Simon. It was a large law firm in Chicago that handled mostly corporate law. Jean's training from college came back to her as quickly as she fit into her new family at the office. Almost two years after they hired her, the firm hired a new lawyer that would change her life forever. 

Hank had gone right from high school into the Army. He did three tours of duty in Iraq distinguishing himself for his bravery and leadership. It was on his third tour that his unit was ambushed and Hank was wounded. It wasn't bad enough to incapacitate him for the rest of his life. But it was bad enough to end his military career. After recovering from his wounds Hank took a couple years to decide what he wanted to do with his life. He eventually went to college to pursue a law degree, with Uncle Sam paying for most of that. He never married, not really having the time for a relationship. Two of the things he did maintain from his time in the Army was contact with his buddies he'd served with, and the physical conditioning the Army had drilled into him. He'd seen too many guys let themselves go after getting out, and he swore to himself he wasn't going to let that happen to him. At the age of 33 Hank was hired by the law firm of Simon & Simon. He quickly displayed the same tenacity and fighting spirit for the clients he was assigned as he did in Iraq. After being at the firm for only a year and a half he was assigned Jean as his personal assistant and paralegal. 

Their friendship both professionally and personally grew slowly as would be expected of any two people who work together and spent more time together then they do with their families. Their friendship started out professionally and innocently enough, but soon a bantering and teasing developed between them. Each found the other attractive, and both were overly complimenting of the other. There were days neither could take their eyes off the other. The sexual tension between was so thick it could have been cut with a knife. They were discreet enough to keep their teasing and bantering between the two of them. But as is the case in most corporate settings, things like that are impossible to keep hidden indefinitely. Especially from the secretarial pool. 

Jean stepped out of the elevator onto the floor of their corporate offices. She greeted several of her co-workers as she walked down the hallway towards Hank's and her offices. Walking in to her outer office she was greeted by Hank's smiling face as he sat at her desk reading over some affidavits from their current case. Jean's cunt twitched when she saw his smile. He knew how to charm her, and she knew it too, but didn't care. His kindness to her and concern for her as a woman and his friend was genuine. They'd been working together for almost two years now. They'd both done their best to keep their teasing and flirting to just that. But both knew their unspoken truce was about to come to an end. There was a ten year gap between them in age. But neither of them cared. 

"Good morning Jean!" Hank said with a big smile. "You look nice this morning!" 

Jean drank in the compliment like a woman dying of thirst. And what made Hank's compliments of her even more intoxicating to her was she knew they were genuine. Hank was not a man to throw out meaningless compliments to get what he wanted. The more she worked with this man, the more she saw he was everything her husband wasn't. Hank was all man. When he walked into a room, his presence seemed to fill it. Everyone took notice of him. His was not an arrogant cockiness that most men in his position display. It was confidence borne from life's experiences and a knowledge of who he was and what he was capable of doing. 

"Good morning Hank!" Jean smiled back. Her cunt twitched again as she watched him eye her body from head to toe. "Thank you!" 

"Is that what your wearing to the dinner this evening?" he asked as his eyes settled on her chest that was trying to bust through her blouse. 

Jean blushed as Hank undressed her with his eyes. Even after all this time of their bantering and flirting, Hank still could make her blush with the way he looked at her sometimes. "Oh no! I bought a new dress just for this evening!" Hank's eyes lit up. "Actually. . " Jean hesitated not sure she should say what she was about to. "I bought it just for you!" 

Hank sat back in his chair as the grin on his face widened. She had bought a dress to impress him. He knew it was time to take their relationship to the next level. "Is that prick you call your husband going to be there?" Jean had filled him in on their marital history over the months they had worked together. Hank had never met him. But he knew the only thing they would ever have in common was Jean. 

"I'm afraid so! The company invitation went out to all employees and their spouses. So I really couldn't tell him he's not welcome." 

"Sure you could. Tell the asshole you're going to spend the evening with your boss!" Hank said with a smirk. 

Jean's heart skipped with Hank's statement. "Would you really spend the evening with me?" she asked almost stuttering. 

Hank didn't respond immediately. Instead, he stood up from her desk and started walking into his office. "Put your stuff away and get settled. Then come into my office." He told her looking over his shoulder as he walked through the door of his office. Jean was visibly shaking as she opened the bottom drawer of her desk and threw her purse in it. Ten minutes later she was walking into Hank's office not sure what to expect. 

Hank was sitting at his desk as Jean walked in. Without even looking up, "Close the door behind you Jean." It was time to up the ante and see where this would go. "Have a seat!" he commanded her with a very businesslike tone. Jean sat in the chair directly in front of his desk. He put his paperwork down and stared directly at Jean. "To answer your question, Yes! I would gladly spend the evening with you. As a matter of fact, I would love to spend the entire night with you!" Jean's head began to spin as Hank's words sank in. "Is that something you would like?" he asked her. 

Jean shook her head as her quivering voice responded. "Yes!" she gasped. "Very much!" 

Hank opened his middle drawer and took something out, then stood up and walked around his desk till he was standing in front of Jean. He leaned back on his desk, then held out a key. "This is the key to my place. I want you to have it." He paused, letting everything he was saying register in Jean's brain. "Do you want it?" Jean shook her head. Hank smiled with a devilish grin. "Before you answer too quickly let me explain the conditions. If you take this key and use it, the minute you step into my condo, you become mine. You are my friend and co-worker. Someone I've grown to care about very much. And I don't want to lose that with you. But if you take this key and use it, you also become my lover and bitch the moment you walk through my front door. From that point on you belong to me, and I will do with you whatever I please. You become mine! Do you understand what I'm telling you?" 

It was Jean's turn to smile as the ramifications of what she was about to agree to registered. "I understand!" she said as she reached for the key and took it without hesitation. "You want me to be your slut!" 

Hank chuckled. "Exactly! One of those qualities I've always found attractive about you. You're a very smart lady. Now stand up!" he commanded her. Jean stood, her pulse pounding with the excitement of what might happen here in the office. "Unbutton the blouse!" Jean's hands began to shake as she slowly unbuttoned her white blouse. She stopped when she got to the last button before it was tucked into her skirt. "All of them!" was all Hank said. Jean fought the urge to scream. Not out of fear, but from the adrenaline pumping through her body. She couldn't remember a time she was this turned on and excited. She was undressing before a man who commanded her to do so. She knew she was going to do anything he told her to. When the last button was undone Hank slid the blouse off her shoulders and carefully laid it on the desk next to him. 

"Now the bra!" he spoke softly, yet with a commanding voice that Jean had no will to resist even if she wanted to. She reached behind her and unsnapped the harness supporting her two giant melons. Hank slipped his finger between the two cups and pulled the bra from her shoulders, laying it on the desk next to him as well. 

Hank stood there staring at one of the most luscious pair of tits he'd ever seen. He'd been wanting to see these jewels since the first time he'd laid eyes on Jean. He'd seen plenty of breasts since his high school days. But there was something about Jean's that caused him to just stare in awe of their sensuality and beauty. 

Jean's heart beat was racing so fast, she thought she might pass-out from hyperventilating. She had just taken off half her clothing for this man who was her friend, and now he was eyeing her like some ravenous animal about to pounce on its prey. The excitement level within her grew with each passing second that he stood there drinking her in with his eyes. She couldn't remember the last time she was the object of a man's lust to the degree that she felt that with Hank at that moment. 

"You are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen." Hank's compliment was genuine and Jean knew it. Jean's cunt was flowing with such volume it began running down the insides of her thighs. Hank finally reached out and began caressing her breasts with his fingertips. Jean gasped at his touch. The urge to throw herself at this man who was playing with her body was so great, she wanted to crawl out of her skin. Hank stroked her breasts, completely encircling them with his hands. He then gently took her hardening nipples and pinched them lightly. Jean moaned as her body was driven in a way that it had never been before. 

Hank then engulfed both breasts in his massive hands and squeezed them till Jean winced from the pain. Or was it pleasure. Her mind was in sensory overload. She couldn't tell anymore. He began to kneed them like two huge lumps of dough. All Jean could do was moan and whimper as he pushed her body in ways it had never been pushed before. After several minutes of playing with her, Hank leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently as his tongue flicked over the nub. Jean's body shook as a small orgasm overwhelmed her. Her moans became a squeal as the erotic sensations coursed through her body. She had never been brought to a climax before just through the pleasuring of her breasts. But here she stood, her knees almost buckling, her stomach cramping and her body shaking. Jean reached for Hank's head as he suckled her breasts, alternating between them. She pulled him into her body wanting him to take her completely. 

As her orgasm subsided Hank pulled off her breast and straightened up. With his left hand still squeezing her breast, he grabbed a handful of her hair with his right and pulled her into his body. Their mouths met. Hank shoved his tongue into her mouth. Jean melted into his body moaning into his mouth. With her arms wrapped around his neck they attacked each other's mouth like two starved lovers. After several minutes Hank broke the kiss and pushed Jean back gently. He struggled to compose himself and bring his breathing under control. But compose himself he did. "Get dressed!" was all he said. 

Jean looked at him in complete shock. "What?" she asked feeling like he was just going to be another one of those men who use women for their own pleasure not caring in anyway for their partners enjoyment or satisfaction. "Is that it? Are you going to leave me like this?" she almost cried. 

Hank grabbed her by the arms and jerked her to himself. A look of anger swept over his face, but it quickly faded, replaced with a smile. "Listen to me! And listen carefully! I don't know what your prick of a husband has been like with you. But I guarantee you, I'm nothing like him. Never have been! Never will be! What I want to do to you isn't going to be done in this office, at this time. So here's what you're going to do. You're going to get dressed. You're going to return to your desk and get your work done till 11:00. At 11:00, like everyone else, you're going to quit for the day in order to get ready for this evening's dinner. But that's when you'll have a decision to make. You can either go home and get ready for the dinner party. Or you can use that key I just gave you, and come to my place. If you choose to go home, I promise you, I will not hold it against you. You are still my friend and co-worker, and I look forward to working with you for many years to come. But if you use that key," Hank paused. "Remember what I told you. Now get to work." 

Jean quickly dressed and returned to her desk. The next two and a half hours seem to drag on for what seemed like days. Shortly after she left Hank's office, he walked out on his way to the parking garage. "I've got a 9:30 with a client. I look forward to seeing you this evening." he said with a wry smile. "Hopefully sooner!" Hank then turned and walked out. 

At 11:00 Jean cleared her desk for the weekend and took the elevator to the parking garage. Her heart was beating so hard it felt as though it would come through her chest. She didn't know why she was arguing with herself about whether or not she was going to go to Hank's condo. She knew she was going, and that was all there was to it. She forced herself to concentrate on driving as she made her way through the city, the excitement building in her the closer she got to Hank's condo. She parked on the street then walked the half-block to the buildings entrance. The doorman at the front desk buzzed her in. "I'm here to see Hank Thompson," she said, "my name is Jean Bonner." 

"Oh yes! Hank said you might be stopping by." The doorman smiled up at her she signed in the guest registry. 

So he took for granted I was coming, Jean thought to herself. She smiled inwardly. She didn't care what he took for granted at this point. Just as long as he satisfied this insatiable itch she had between her legs. I am becoming a slut, Jean spoke to herself as she stepped onto the elevator, taking it to the twentieth floor. It was 11:30, and Jean was wondering if Hank was home yet from his morning meeting he had. Her hand was shaking as she slipped her key into the lock and opened the door. She could hear music playing quietly as she stepped through the door. Hank startled her coming around the corner just as she was closing the door. 

He stared at her for several seconds before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her tightly into his body. "Are you sure you want to be here Jean? Are you sure this is what you really want?" 

"Yes!" Jean replied with a quivering voice. 

"Excellent! Then why don't we pick-up where we left off in my office. Unfortunately, we don't have all afternoon. We have a dinner this evening and I want you to get home with plenty of time to get ready for it." He took her by the hand and led her down the hallway to his bedroom. He walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge, Jean just a few feet from him. "Now strip!" he commanded her. 

Jean began undressing as her body trembled. When she finished, she stood before Hank completely naked, her clothes in a pile next to her. Hank's eyes roamed up and down Jean's body, drinking in her beauty and sensuality like a bottle of wine. Savoring it. Enjoying every drop of it. He then reached out and ran his hand over her stomach downward till it was cupping her soaked cunt. His touch felt like an electric shock to Jean. He began stroking her clit lightly. Jean moaned. 

"You are one of the most beautiful creatures I've ever seen. You are an incredibly gorgeous woman." Hank knew his taking complete control of her and making her his submissive bitch would take some time. He was in no hurry. He knew deep within her was a woman who needed and wanted to be possessed by a man. A woman that would gladly give herself to a man who saw and appreciated her for who she was and what she was. 

Hank stroked the lips of her pussy with his right hand. He reached up with his left hand caressing her tits. He alternated between gliding his fingers over her tit flesh and pinching her nipples till Jean gasped. He was maximizing her pleasure, pushing her closer and closer to her first orgasm of the afternoon. As his left hand worked her tits, he slipped two fingers from his right hand into her pussy and began a slow finger fucking. Jean groaned as she slid her legs further apart, giving him greater access to her pussy. Hank smiled to himself knowing this is exactly what she needed and wanted. 

"This is my cunt now Jean." Hank spoke softly, but with authority. He was going to start transforming his friend into his lover and slut. Jean looked down at him as he sat on the bed playing with her body. "These are now my tits!" he said squeezing one of them for emphasis. "Do you know what that makes you?" 


The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 01



"Your slut!" she gasped as his fingers swirled inside cunt. 

"Do you want to be my slut Jean? Is that what you want?" 

"Yes! Oh yes!" she moaned with a longing in her voice. 

Hank pulled his fingers from her cunt and put them in his mouth. "Mmmmm! I knew you'd have a sweet pussy. I'm going to love eating this on a regular basis. But I want my pussy kept shaved smooth! Understand?" he said looking up at Jean as he slipped his fingers back inside her cunt. 

"I understand!" 

"Good! Now let's see how well you suck cock!" Hank stood and unbuckled his pants, then slid them down his legs along with his shorts. Jean's eyes were glued to his hardening manhood. Hank stepped out of his pants and shorts, pushing them aside with his foot. He grabbed Jean by her hair and pulled her to himself. They shared a passionate kiss as he slipped his hand between them and played with her tits. "Someday soon I'm going to fuck these sweet juggs of yours. But right now I want to feel your mouth wrapped around my cock. Now get on your knees!" 

Jean dropped to her knees like the obedient slut she was quickly becoming. She reached for his cock knowing exactly what was expected of her. She cupped his sack with her left hand as she stroked the length of his shaft with her right. Hank moaned his approval as her delicate touch brought him to full erection. She then sucked the head of his shaft into her mouth, bathing it with her tongue. Jean knew how to suck cock. It had been many years since she'd done it willingly and gladly for a lover. But it was just like riding a bike. You never really forget. You just need a little practice to get back into it. Her mouth slid slowly down the length of his shaft till the head entered her throat, causing her to gag. 

Hank held her head tightly, not allowing her to back off for several seconds. As Jean gagged for air she remembered how it excited her when she was younger when her lovers would dominate her for their pleasure. She wondered if Hank knew what he was awakening in her. 

Jean's mouth slid up and down as Hank fucked her face like she was a cheap whore. Her tongue could feel every ridge and vein that ran the length of his shaft. Her own climax was building as she listened to Hank's grunts and groans. Then she remembered this was why she enjoyed going down on a man so much. The thrill of knowing she was giving him so much pleasure, and that by doing so she wielded a degree of domination over him. Yeah, she was a slut. And she loved it. 

Hank pulled her off his cock as he felt his balls about ready to explode. He lifted her up by the hair. "On your back!" he commanded her. Jean climbed up on the bed and lay on her back. Hank pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and lifted her legs as he knelt between them. "Now let's see how long you can take it!" He dropped his head between her legs and devoured her cunt with a passion. He licked the length of her slit, then sucked in the lips of her pussy, nibbling on them as he played with them using his tongue. Jean squealed as her body convulsed. It had been years since a man had gone down on her. She'd forgotten how good it felt, and what it did to her. Hank teased her for several minutes working all around her love button, but never taking it directly. He then wrapped his arms around her thighs and held her tight as he sucked in her clit. 

Jean's body tensed as she involuntarily lifted her hips up off the bed trying to get more of her cunt into the mouth that was sending shockwaves through her body. Hank was driving her insane as his mouth and tongue assaulted her engorged clit. "Oooooohhhhhhh" she moaned, reaching down with both hands to grab his head and hold him in place. "Don't stop! Don't stop!" she panted as her body was driven closer to her first orgasm. After several minutes of Hank licking and sucking on her clit, Jean's body exploded. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over Jean. What had started out as moans and groans was now one long continuous scream. Jean's body shook and convulsed. 

Hank held her tight, with his mouth locked on her cunt. He'd always thought one of the most erotic sounds on earth were the ones made by a woman in the throws of an orgasm. He held on tight and ate her through her orgasm till her body collapsed on the bed, spent and satisfied. 

Jean ran her fingers through Hank's hair as she descended from her sexual high. She couldn't remember if she'd ever been made to feel like this. No one had ever driven her body like this. She looked down her body as Hank looked up at her, his mouth still loving her cunt. Hank continued to lap up her juices for several minutes after her orgasm subsided. 

Finally, Hank stood, smiling down at her, his face covered in her cunt juices. "Now it's my turn! Turn around! On all fours!" Jean did as she was told, kneeling on all fours on the bed, Hank standing at its edge. Hank grabbed a handful of her hair as her head hovered over his stiff cock. He then reached under her and grabbed one of her hanging tits. "Now milk that cock bitch!" Jean sucked in his cock with the same intensity he'd just shown her. She was determined to give him the same degree of pleasure he'd just given her. As Jean's head bobbed up and down, her mouth impaled on Hank's rock hard cock, the room was filled with the slurping sounds of her mouth working his meat. Hank pumped her head up and down on his shaft while he mauled her hanging udders. "How lucky can a guy get?" he panted as his orgasm approached. "A gorgeous bitch with fucking big cow tits, and she knows how to suck cock!" 

Jean smiled to herself at the compliment. Most women would have found his description of her demeaning and offensive. Jean just drank it in like the woman she was, starved for the attention of a man who lusted after her. She raked her teeth over the length of his shaft sending a new wave of sensations coursing through Hank's body. 

"OH shit babe!" Hank yelled. "EAT THAT COCK BITCH! TAKE IT!" Hank's cock erupted in Jean's mouth filling her with his man juice. It was Hank's turn for his body to shake and spasm as Jean milked his cock. Shot after shot of his cum hit the back of her throat. Jean moaned with delight as she swallowed every drop of his precious seed. She grabbed his hanging sack and massaged it gently as he emptied himself inside her mouth. Hank didn't want this blowjob to end. He'd had plenty of blowjobs over the years, but there was something special about what Jean was doing to him at the moment. He didn't know what it was. Maybe they'd made an emotional connection that just intensified their physical one. Whatever it was, he was going to ride this out for as long as he could. 

Hank held her head tightly and continued to work her head up and down, even after his orgasm subsided. "Oh bitch! You are incredible!" Jean squealed with the compliment. She wanted to reply, but her mouth remained stuffed with his meat. "You keep working that cock. Cause in a few minutes it's going to explore my new pussy!" Jean renewed her efforts at working his manhood with her mouth, knowing she was about to be rewarded with it where she'd needed it for a very long time. Jean sucked and slurped until his cock began to harden again. Hank pulled her head off his cock and up till she was kneeling on the bed in front of him. They kissed as their hands played all over the other's body. Hank could taste the remnants of his seed on her lips and tongue. He knew he'd be feeding her his cock as often as he could. He had no idea how much of a cock hungry slut she was going to become. 

Hank pulled away and stroked her face softly as he smiled at her. Jean felt like he was staring into her soul as their eyes stayed locked onto each other. He knew exactly what she needed. "You belong to me now! Do you understand?" Jean shook her head acknowledging his statement. "Do you really? I'm not just talking about some domination bullshit! I mean, YOU BELONG to me now - COMPLETELY, WITHOUT RESERVATIONS, TOTALLY! Understand?" He emphasized his words so that Jean would know exactly what he meant. 

"I understand." she moaned softly. His words filled a void in her mind and soul that had been there for as long as she could remember. A man that she could give herself to completely and without reservation. A man that would protect her and make her feel safe. A man that understood her and her needs. A man that would take control of her and demand of her everything he wanted. She needed a man who knew how to take her like a man, and use her like the slut she'd known she was since she was in high school. 

"Get on your back!" he commanded her. "Now I consummate this relationship!" Jean rolled onto her back with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed, straddling Hank's body. He lifted both her legs, then pushed her left one back to her body. "Here! Hold this one!" Jean grabbed her ankle and held it. Hank held her right leg up, laying her ankle on his shoulder. He looked down at his gorgeous lover and smiled with satisfaction. Her pussy was glistening. Her tits were heaving as she anticipated being fucked for the first time by her lover. Her face was a mask of longing and need. Hank grabbed his cock and began stroking the length of her slit and clit with its head. 

Jean's body convulsed from the erotic sensations Hank's cock was sending through her body. Her face contorted into what looked like she was experiencing pain. The shockwaves of pleasure were so intense she couldn't speak. Her mouth just formed an O shape, but nothing came out. Her hips lifted up off the bed. She was slowly losing all control as Hank worked her body like it had never been worked before. 

Jean's response was all the reward Hank needed or wanted. He intensified his efforts at rubbing her clit and pussy with his cock. For the next 20 minutes Hank stroked her, watching with satisfaction as her body responded with one orgasm after another. Jean's verbal responses alternated between moans, squeals, screams and finally crying whimpers as Hank drove her body like it had never been driven before. It seemed like 20 years of pent-up frustration was being unleashed in a matter of minutes. Jean finally begged with a whimpering voice, "Please! No more! I can't take anymore!" 

Hank's eyes were smiling as he chuckled. "You don't say when it's enough! I do! Remember? You belong to me! I'll say when you've had enough!" Hank's staying power was much greater since he'd just emptied himself in her mouth. Now it was time to fill her cunt and ride her till he shot another load. He positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy and teased her with it. He'd shove the head in and then pull out. 

Jean looked up at him with desperation in her eyes. "Please don't tease me like this! I need it! Please!" she begged. She'd been left frustrated and hanging too many times by her husband over the years. All those feelings flooded back now. She thought for a second Hank was going to be just another cock that got what he wanted and left her empty. 

Hank threw his head back and laughed. "You still haven't got it yet bitch of mine! You're mine now! I'll do with you as I damn well please. If I want to tease you, I'll tease you! Now, do you want this cock of mine?" 

"Yes! Oh yes!" Jean moaned. 

"Then beg for it bitch! Beg for this cock you so desperately need!" 

"OH PLEASE! I NEED YOUR COCK! FUCK ME! YOUR SLUT NEEDS YOUR COCK! PLEASE FUCK ME!" 

Hank slammed his cock into Jean's gaping cunt. Her eyes shot open as her cunt was filled for the first time by the man who now possessed and owned her. Jean wailed with pleasure. "AAAAAEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!" 

Hank began a steady pounding of her cunt. He was going to last a nice long time. He reached down with both hands to maul and play with her bouncing tits. He squeezed and pulled on her nipples, adding to her sexual pleasure. Hank couldn't tell if she had multiple orgasms, or it was one long orgasm that just kept going on and on. In either case, her body convulsed and shook as he steadily pounded her pussy for another 15 minutes. With every inward thrust he ground his pelvis against her swollen clit. Jean had given up on trying to maintain some semblance of control. This man now controlled every aspect of her bodies reaction. He was playing her like a puppet, and she was loving every minute of it. There was nothing she could do to stop him. And she wouldn't have if she could. 

Jean opened her eyes and tried to focus on Hank. The smile on his face was all she needed to see. Hank reached between their bodies and began rubbing her clit with his thumb. This sent Jean over the edge one more time. Her pussy clamped on Hank's cock as it pounded away inside her. Hank grunted his approval and shot his second load inside her cunt. "UGH! UGH! UGH!" he grunted with each thrust of his exploding stick. Hank emptied himself in her as each rode the other through their climax. 

Hank finally pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to her. Both lay panting for several minutes before Hank looked over at Jean. Tears were streaming down the sides of her face. "You ok?" he asked tenderly stroking her face. 

Jean looked at him not sure how to respond. With a weak smile, "Yes! I've never been happier!" was all she could say. 

Hank returned her smile, then leaned over and kissed her. "You better get dressed and get home! We have a dinner tonight, and I'm looking forward to seeing this new dress you bought." 

Jean giggled like a school girl. "I think you'll like it!" 

"I know I will! You'll be in it! Therefore, I'll like it." Hank paused. "And don't forget to shave my pussy. Oh, and another thing! No panties this evening!" 

Jean's eyes widened again as Hank took one more step in his domination of her. Her reaction wasn't lost on Hank. He grabbed her chin to hold it as he spoke to her. "My slut! My pussy! My rules! Now get your ass moving before I fuck it!" he paused again, "Actually, we'll do that next!"



The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 02



Jean got out of the car in front of the Radisson, not waiting for Ed to open the door for her. They had been arguing since Ed had seen the dress she'd bought for the evening. It was a dark blue sleeveless elastic woven satin cocktail dress with a V-neck that plunged to beneath her mammoth juggs. Everyone at the dinner was going to get an eyeful of cleavage. It hugged her body in the way she wanted it to, and the hem came just above her knees. She finished off the dress with a new pair of matching 4" heels. Jean looked good, and she knew it. Ed became furious when he saw her in it. He knew she hadn't bought that for him, and the more he thought about it the more enraged he became. They hadn't had a "relationship" in years. Neither could remember the last time they had any type of sexual contact. Ed had had several affairs over the years. Jean suspected he had, but could never prove it. They were two people living under the same roof who no longer had anything in common. Yet, Ed thought Jean should cower to his every whim and demand. 

Jean walked through the front door of the Radisson to the approving smiles and stares of every man who looked at her, and the glares of every woman. Ed was just a few steps behind her as they walked into the large room where the dinner was being held. Hank saw her from across the room. He began making his way to them wearing a smile that made Jean's pussy twitch. He did his best not to focus on her cleavage as he approached them. He also did his best not to allow his disdain for Ed to be too obvious. 

Hank held out his hand to Jean as he approached them. "Jean! I'm glad you were able to make it this evening!" 

Jean wanted to laugh at his terrible acting. She took his hand, "Oh you know me! I just can't turn down a free meal!" Hank squeezed her hand a little harder than he normally would. She turned to Ed. "Hank this is my husband Ed. Ed this is Hank. I guess you could say he's my boss." The two men had never met. Ed had only heard passing comments from Jean about Hank. Hank on the other hand had been told a great deal about Ed. Hank extended his hand, masking the dislike he had for the man who was about to take it. 

"Nice to meet you Ed." Hank said with a forced smile. "Jean's a great lady to work with! You're a lucky man!" 

"Yeah! Thanks!" was all Ed could say. Even though he would never admit it, he felt a little intimidated by Hank and the people that Jean worked with. Hank looked like the kind of guy who didn't back down from anyone or anything. Ed was uncomfortable around guys like that. 

"I was just looking at the seating chart for this event and you two are sitting at my table." Hank led them over to the table they would be seated at. As they were sitting down Ed excused himself and headed straight to the bar. "I don't think your husband likes me." Hank whispered as Ed walked away. 

Jean laughed. "I don't think he does either. But do you care?" 

"HA! Not hardly! But before asshole comes back let me tell you, you look absolutely delicious!" Hank complimented her as he stared at the deep valley between her breasts. 

Jean beamed as Hank's lustful stare washed over her. "Well thank you kind sir!" she said trying to sound like a southern belle. "I thought you might like my choice of dresses for this occasion." 

"Like isn't the right word. If asshole wasn't with you, we'd do some very close quarters dancing this evening. Then I'd take you home and fuck you all night long." 

"Oooohhhh, that sounds so good!" Jean growled. 

"That reminds me! Are you wearing panties?" he asked looking over his shoulder to locate Ed. He was standing at the bar working on his first drink for the evening. 

"No I'm not, per your instructions." Jean smiled. She wanted to drop her hands in Hank's lap and grab his cock, but the place was filling up quickly. 

"Good slut! What are you doing tomorrow?" 

"Nothing planned. Yet." 

"Well now you do. Be at my place in the morning." He looked down at her shoes. "And bring the heels. Every slut should be fucked in heels at least once." 

Ed returned to the table with his third whiskey in hand. Jean could tell he was well on his way to getting drunk. Ed was an ugly drunk. That's usually when he was his most abusive with her, and the most obnoxious in public. "Please don't get drunk!" Jean pled with him in a hushed voice. 

"What the fuck?!" Ed almost shouted, his words beginning to sound slurred. "You dress like a slut! And you tell me not to get drunk! Fuck off bitch! I'll get drunk if I want to!" 

Ed's loud response turned the heads of most of the people in the room. Jean was humiliated and wanted to start crying. She'd lost count of how many times her husband had ruined evenings just like this because of his obnoxious behavior. Hank saw Jean's stress and decided he couldn't just sit there and do nothing. He leaned over to Ed. "Hey Ed, calm down man. We're here just to have a nice evening." Several people were still staring at Ed. 

"Who the fuck you think you're talking to?" Ed replied as he took another drink. 

Hank used a more commanding voice. "Look friend. I don't want to see you ruin this evening for Jean or any of my friends and co-workers here this evening. So why don't you go easy on the booze?" 

"Fuck off! I'll drink as much as I want." Ed then grabbed Jean by the wrist. "Come on slut! Let's get out of here! Biggest mistake I made coming here!" Jean winced in pain as her husband squeezed her wrist. 

Hank shot up from the table, just as Tom Wentworth walked up beside Ed on his other side. "You're hurting your wife asshole!" Hank growled in a menacing voice. "You either let her go right now, or I'll humiliate you in front of all these people." 

"Everything ok here Hank?" Tom asked towering over Ed. "You need help with anything?" 

"No! We're good! Aren't we Ed?" Hank looked down at Ed who was still sitting. 

Ed released Jean's wrist. "Come on! Let's go home!" he snorted. 

"No! I want to stay!" Jean replied defiantly. 

Ed looked around at all the people watching what was taking place at their table now. He looked at her and sneered, "Suit yourself! I shouldn't have come in the first place!" He got up from the table and staggered out of the room. Jean dropped her face in her hands and cried softly. More from embarrassment then anything else. Tom's wife came over, and the two of them went to the ladies room. 

Sid Blakely had been watching the entire ordeal from the other side of the room. Sid was the senior partner in the firm, and the oldest member. He walked over to Hank. "I saw what happened here Hank. Watch after our girl! If you even get a hint of her being abused by that piece of shit, I want to know about it! Do you understand?" 

Hank was almost laughing to himself at being instructed to watch-out for Jean. "Yes sir! I understand." he said with a straight face. As Sid was walking away Hank looked at Tom. "Thanks!" 

"Your welcome! I really didn't think you needed the help! I just thought if he realized we were ganging up on him, he'd back down more readily." 

"Good thought!" Hank acknowledged Tom's tactics. Tom as a black guy who stood an inch or two taller than Hank, with the same build. Tom had served in the Marines, and had done several tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. Tom was another up and coming lawyer in the firm who knew how to take care of himself and the people he worked with. The partners of the law firm had all agreed that Hank and Tom would make a formidable team someday. 

Several minutes later Jean and Shannon, Tom's wife, returned to the table. Jean had composed herself and freshened up. "You ok?" Hank asked with genuine concern in his voice. 

Jean smiled that smile she'd used hundreds of times before when she had to cover for her husband. "I'm fine." she replied softly. "Do you think you could take me home this evening after dinner?" 

Hank laughed. "Are you kidding me? You belong to me now! You may get home sometime this evening! But I make no promises on that one! Now let's just have a good time!" Jean could feel the tension leaving her body as Hank spoke to her. His voice had a calming influence on her that she'd never experienced before with another man. 

The dinner and conversation for the rest of the evening went without a hitch. By the end of the evening Jean was laughing and talking as though nothing had happened. Hank had to work overtime keeping his hands to himself and his eyes off her magnificent chest. When the evening was over Hank escorted Jean out to his truck. Most of the lawyers in the firm drove BMW's or Mercedes or some type of high end sports car. Hank was a truck man. He'd fallen in love with the Hummer in the Army. You couldn't make a vehicle big enough for him. 

As they walked across the parking lot towards his truck, "Thank you for a wonderful evening!" Jean said walking closer to Hank. 

"You're welcome! But you don't have to thank me. It was my pleasure, really!" 

"Yes I do. I have to thank you! I want to thank you!" 

Hank unlocked the passenger door and helped Jean get in, cognizant of the fact she wasn't wearing any panties. Just that thought made him want to reach out and grab her pussy. Since they were still in the parking lot, he decided to exercise a little more discretion. As Hank walked around the truck to the drivers door he noticed Jean sliding across the bench seat, almost sitting in the drivers seat. Hank hadn't even gotten behind the wheel before Jean was all over him. 

Jean kissed his face and neck as her right hand dropped to his crotch. "Thank you for defending me this evening!" she purred in his ear. "Thank you for a wonderful evening!" She nibbled on his ear in between statements. "Thank you for being such a wonderful man!" Jean was displaying an aggressiveness she'd never shown before, and Hank loved it. He laid his seat back and allowed Jean to smother his face and neck with kisses as her hand brought his cock to life. They shared a kiss. Their tongues dancing together as Jean's hand worked his cock and Hank's hand slipped inside her dress and engulfed one of her heaving tits. Jean moaned into his mouth as Hank began to pinch and play with her nipple. 

Hank grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her far enough back that he could look at her. They were both breathing heavily as they stared at each other. "What do you want Jean?" 

Jean got a devilish grin on her face. "I want to suck your cock. I want to be your dirty slut and suck your cock, right here in the parking lot." she said as she started to unsnap his pants. 

Hank jerked her head so as to get her attention. Then he laughed. "Ha! You're about to do that regardless! But that's not what I was asking." He paused to make sure she was listening. "What do YOU want Jean. WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT!?" Hank emphasized every word so that she would know exactly what he was asking. 

Tears began to well up in Jean's eyes as she thought how to answer that question. "I want to belong to you!" Her voice became raspy as she choked back the tears. "I want to belong to a man that I respect and admire. A man that knows how to take care of me. A man that I can give myself to completely." Jean paused. "I want to go home with you! I want to be whatever you want me to be. I want you to take me and use me however you want. I want to be your slut!" 

Hank held her head tightly as he smiled at her. "Sit back!" he told her. 

Jean wasn't sure if she'd gone too far in revealing what she really wanted. As she sat back in the passengers seat she wondered if Hank was taking her home. Hank pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to the city. He pulled into the parking garage of their office building 20 minutes later. "Let's go!" was all he said as he climbed out of the truck. Jean followed him through the garage and into the elevator to the firm's floor. Both walked straight to his office. As Jean entered Hank's office, Hank closed the door behind her and locked it. Then he walked over to the couch and stood. "Get over here gorgeous!" he commanded Jean. 

Jean felt as giddy as a school girl as she crossed the room. "I can't think of a better place to start your new role as my slut than in my office after hours. Now get on your knees!" Jean dropped to her knees and began unbuckling his pants. "That's it! You know what to do! You are a good little slut!" Jean pulled his pants and shorts down with one motion. She grabbed his hardening cock and buried it in her mouth with the eagerness of a woman wanting to please her man. Hank grabbed her head as he moaned his approval. "Ooohhh yeah! You're a good little slut! But by the time I'm done with you, you'll be a great little slut!" It was Jean's turn to moan as Hank talked dirty to her. "I'm going to keep every hole in your body stuffed and fucked." Hank pumped her head back and forth. This was no longer a blowjob. This was now a hard face-fucking. 

Hank rode her mouth for several minutes before sitting down on the couch. He kicked off his pants and shorts, then spread his legs. "Now show me what you can do with those tits." Jean crawled forward then slipped the shoulder straps of her dress down her arms. She started to take it off completely till Hank stopped her. "No, no! Leave the dress on! After I'm done with your tits, I want to fuck you with your dress and heels on!" 

Jean leaned forward and wrapped her luscious melons around Hank's cock. Hank moaned with satisfaction as her soft tit flesh enveloped his throbbing stick, and then began to slid up and down it's length. He watched as she worked his manhood like a woman possessed. As the head of his cock would push through the top of her tits, Jean would lick it, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. Jean knew how to please a man. She had just gone most of her life not having a man she really wanted to please. That all changed now with Hank. Hank's moans slowly became grunts as his orgasm built in him. "Oh yeah! That's it you dirty slut! Use those tits!" He threw his head back as Jean intensified her efforts. "Oooohhhh, you gorgeous whore! You're going to make me come!" 

"That's it! Come for me baby! Come all over your slut!" Jean moaned. "Give me that juice! Come all over your slut's tits!" 

"AAAAHHHHH!! Suck it bitch! Suck it!" Hank growled as he felt his cock about to explode. 

Jean released his cock from between her mammoth juggs and dropped her mouth down on the length of it. Hank shot his load as Jean sucked and swallowed every drop he pumped into her. His body jerked with every spasm that shook him. Shot after shot hit the back of her throat. Jean gagged slightly, but then relaxed. She was determined not to allow any of his precious seed to escape her mouth. As Hank began his descent from his sexual high, Jean continued to love his cock. This was not just a sexual act for her now. This was her way of thanking him the way she'd talked about only an hour ago. 

Hank gently took her head in his hands and stroked it. "You keep sucking that cock babe! As soon as you get that snake hard again, you're going to ride it till you're so sore you won't be able to stand." Jean licked the length of his shaft slowly, stopping at the head to bath it with kisses. Then she took each of his balls in her mouth, one at a time, sucking and teasing it with her tongue. Hank sat and watched his lover as she loved his manhood, her head cradled in his hands. He was discovering that Jean was not just a beautiful woman. She was a sexual tigress that had just been waiting to be released from her imprisonment. Jean worked his cock for another twenty minutes, slowly bringing it back to life. Hank watched her the entire time, admiring her proficiency with his meat stick. 

When he had recovered and was standing tall again Hank pulled Jean off him. "Alright my gorgeous slut! Time for you to take a ride!" 

Jean stood up and climbed on the couch, straddling his body, her glistening pussy hovering over his stiffening cock. The wait was almost over for her. Having his cock buried inside her womb was all she'd thought about since lunch time when he'd fucked her for the first time. It had been less than 12 hours. But for Jean it seemed like days had past. Hank had awakened a hunger in her that had been long suppressed. Now she felt like an addict in need of her next fix. And she felt like she'd die if she didn't get it soon. As she started to lower herself Hank stopped her. 

"Hold on you horny slut! Not till I say so!" 

Jean whimpered in need. "Why do you tease me so much?" 

Hank gave her a sinister grin. "I just like playing with my bitch's body. But don't worry. You're going to get what you want soon enough." Hank took his cock in hand and began stroking her clit and slit with its head. The moan that came from deep within Jean's gut was just the response Hank was hoping for. He wanted to drive her body as hard as he could, and as far as he could. He wanted to give her more pleasure than she'd ever experienced, but in so doing, solidify his ownership of her. Jean's body shuddered as he continued to stroke her clit with the head of his cock. Her breathing started coming in gasps as her orgasm built. Jean leaned on his shoulders for support as her body tensed. Jean's clit throbbed as the head of Hank's monster teased her, tormented her, drove her insane with need. 

"Tell me what you want slut! Tell me how bad you need it!" 

Jean wailed as the need within her grew to a crescendo. "OOOOOHHHHHH! I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW! PLEEEEEEEASE!" she begged. 

Hank grabbed her hips and pushed her down on his shaft, going balls deep. Jean threw her head back and wailed again as her orgasm slammed into her. "AAAAAEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!" She began humping his cock like a mad woman. The spasms her body felt were so intense her stomach began cramping up. The slurping sound of Hank's cock slicing in and out of Jean's pussy filled his office. Jean's body was an explosion of sensations and feelings so intense she felt as though she was going to pass out. How long her orgasm lasted she had no idea. The ecstasy seemed to go on and on. She lost all track of time. Her tits bounced in front of Hank's face like two giant water balloons. A couple times Hank tried to catch a nipple in his mouth, but then finally gave up, laughing as he did. 

After several minutes Jean finally collapsed on Hank's lap and chest exhausted, her cunt still filled with his joy stick. Hank let her sit there for several seconds catching her breath. "Hey! What are you doing?" he asked softly. 

Jean pushed back to look at him. The look on her face spoke volumes to Hank. She was a woman well satisfied. But he wasn't done with her yet. "I didn't tell you to stop! You don't stop riding that cock till I tell you." He reached around behind her and smacked her ass as hard as he could. "Now get that cunt moving slut!" 

Jean gave him a seductive smile and began a slow grinding of her pelvis in a circular motion. She was going to tease and prolong his pleasure the way he had just done to her. Hank reached with both hands and grabbed her tits, pushing them together as he stared at them. "You really have a nice pair of tits!" he complimented her. 

"Why don't you quit telling me how much you like them and take them!" Hank sucked one of her nipples in his mouth and began a vicious assault on it, sucking, biting, licking and nibbling on it. Jean gasped from a combination of the pain and pleasure. "Ooohhh, that's it baby!" she moaned. "Suck those titties! Aaaahhhh, that's it! Bite them! Bite them! Oh! That's it! That's it! Lick them! Take them!" 

Hank alternated between her two tits, biting, licking and sucking on them. Hank drove her body towards another climax as he devoured her sweet tit flesh. Jean's slow grinding and humping of Hank's cock gradually intensified as he worked her tits over. She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled it into her chest. She grunted and gasped every time Hand bit down on her sensitive nipples. "Oh baby!" she moaned. "You're going to make me come again!" Her words spurred Hank on in his assault of her tits. He felt her cunt twitching and contracting on his rod as she rode him. "Oh baby! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!" Jean moaned as her body stiffened, then shook with another orgasm. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" she continued to moan over and over softly, almost in a whimper. She had never been taken this hard, or given this much pleasure in her entire life. Her senses were in overload. She pulled Hank's head into her chest tighter as her body convulsed, as wave after wave washed over her. 




The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 02



Hank smiled to himself as his mouth remained clamped on her heaving tit. He had found himself a sexual treasure. And he wasn't going to let her get away. He began to feel his own orgasm building. Her cunt twitching and squeezing his cock as she climaxed felt incredible. It felt as though she was literally trying to milk the cream right out of him. 

Jean held his head tight coaxing him towards his own climax. "Give it to me baby! Fill my pussy with your cream!" She felt him tensing and grunting as his orgasm was about to hit. "Fill your slut's pussy! That's it! Fill your slut's pussy!" Hank wrapped his arms around Jean and held back as long as he could, his head buried between her mammoth juggs. With a loud grunt he exploded inside her cunt. It felt as though her pussy was on fire, his cock was burning. Shot after shot of his seed coated the walls inside her pussy, filling her till he could feel it running out and down the sides of his cock. Jean moaned from her own pleasure of feeling him coming inside her. Hank held her tight as his body relaxed. 

Jean collapsed on his chest panting, trying to calm down. After several minutes Hank asked as he held her. "How you feeling?" 

Jean giggled like a school girl. "My legs ache. My tits feel like two pieces of raw meat. And my pussy is sore. Is this what I have to look forward to being your slut?" 

"Yep! It's only going to get harder!"



The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 03



I want to thank those who have sent me their comments and story ideas. It is appreciated. Let me know if you'd like to dialogue on this storyline. 

I especially want to thank my slut and whore, who is the real inspiration for my stories. You are the best!! 

*****

Hank was sitting on his couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table, his laptop on his lap, drinking his morning coffee as he caught up on all the news headlines on the internet. He couldn't help but smile to himself every time he thought about the transformation that had come over Jean the night before as he fucked her for the first time in his office. "Damn that bitch is hot!" he said out loud. He had pushed her harder than any woman he'd ever known, and it seemed like she couldn't get enough. He thought through a number of scenarios that he could push her in, and wondered how she'd react. He was going to tread slowly with his new playmate, not wanting to overstep himself with her. But the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to push her as far as both of them could take it. He wanted to know just how insatiable her sexual appetite was. 

He heard the door to his condo being unlocked and then someone walking in. He chuckled. "Now I wonder who that is?" he asked out loud. 

"Just me!" Jean called out. She walked down the hallway and around the corner to the living room. Once again, Hank was smiling from ear to ear. She really was eye candy. Since it was a Saturday, Jean was wearing a faded pair of Levi's and an old long sleeve denim shirt. 

"Well good morning!" Hank greeted her. "I was wondering if you were going to come over this morning. Especially after last night!" 

"You did say you didn't have any plans for today when you dropped me off last night. Didn't you? Or did I misunderstand you?" 

"No, no! You heard correctly. I don't have any plans. At least not up until about two minutes ago. I think my day just got full." He wanted to further shape his new toy into the ultimate lover and slut. "Here," he patted the seat next to him on the couch, "come sit next to me." Jean walked over to the couch and sat down next to him, curling one leg under her body as she sat. Hank put his arm around her and pulled her to his body, kissing her tenderly. Jean felt like she was melting as he cradled the back of her head with one hand and groped her heaving chest with the other. 

"Now, why are you here?" he asked softly as he caressed her face. 

"I want to be here." Jean replied with trembling voice. 

"Why Jean? Why do you want to be here?" He didn't give her a chance to answer. He kissed her, holding her head tightly as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt. With the button just beneath breasts unfastened, he spread the two pieces of cloth, then traced the outline of the top half of her bra. His fingers danced over the tops of her breasts. Jean shivered. 

"I want to be with you," she moaned. "I want to belong to you. I want you to take me and make me feel the way you did yesterday, last night." 

Hank played with her breasts over her silk bra. "Do you have to be anywhere today?" he asked as his fingers stroked over her hardening nipples. "No!" Jean moaned. "Good! Then we don't have any time constraints. I have all day with you." He chuckled. "I have all day with these!" Hank pulled her to him and kissed her hard. Their tongues danced together as he squeezed and kneaded her breasts. Jean's breathing was slowly becoming more labored as Hank worked her body. After several minutes Hank pushed her away gently with a frustrated look on his face. "OK! Lose the shirt and bra!" Jean slipped both pieces of clothing off her shoulders and laid them aside. Hank stared at her breasts as he commenced playing with them again. He pinched one between his thumb and index finger. He slowly increased pressure on it as he watched Jean's reaction. She bit her lower lip as the pain intensified. 

Hank pulled her to him again and kissed her. Jean squealed into his mouth as his fingers clamped down on her engorged nipple. She had never been into pain as a sexual turn on. She'd read about it enough, but never saw what the attraction was, until now. Hank was mixing painful sensations with intensely erotic ones. He was playing her body like a master violinist. The sensations he was sending though her body were intoxicating to a woman who had all but given up on feeling anything again. Jean gasped for breath. 

Hank backed off, his massive hand kneading her huge jugg. "Too much? Want me to stop?" he whispered. 

Jean groaned with need. "No! Don't stop!" she gasped. Her mind was spinning. Her thoughts and emotions seesawing back and forth between questioning 'what the hell' she was doing here, and not wanting it to end. 'I'm a 45 year old paralegal at a respectable law firm, letting a man ten years my junior do this to me!' her brain screamed. 'What the fuck am I doing here?' Hank dropped his head and sucked her throbbing nipple into his mouth, bathing it with his tongue and lips. Jean whimpered as the pain ceased and the pleasure took over. She wrapped her hands around his head, pulling him into her chest. 'I'm losing myself to this man. It's like he knows exactly what I need. If I don't make him stop now, I may never be able to,' she thought. 

Jean pulled his head off her chest as she gasped, "You have to stop! Please! No more!" 

Hank looked at her knowing that's not what she really wanted. "Is that what you really want Jean. If it is, I'll stop!" He sat silently as Jean came to grips with what she really wanted. "Is that what you want? You want me to stop?" He stroked her tit as he waited for her answer. His hand drawn to her flesh like a magnet. 

"I don't know what I want!" Jean whimpered almost crying. Her mind was screaming no as her body was craving more. Never had a man made her feel the way Hank did. 

"I think you do! You just can't bring yourself to admit it! What are you afraid of?" 

Jean stared at him in silence, not knowing what to say. She was afraid. Afraid of losing all control. Afraid of trusting him. But more than anything, she was afraid of herself and her own appetites. Hank was awakening something in her that she was afraid would consume her. A yearning, a hunger, a craving so deep that if left unchecked could redefine who she was as a woman. 

Hank watched, seeing the struggle in her eyes. Knowing he was walking a fine line. She needed to be pushed, dominated, taken control of. She just didn't know it yet. Jean was a submissive. She'd just never met the man, till Hank, who could dominate and control her in such a way she could completely give herself to. "Stand up!" Hank commanded her. Jean stood, not knowing what else to do. "Now take your jeans off! All of it!" Jean did as she was told, as though under some kind of spell. Hank's commanding presence and words caused Jean to shake in anticipation of what he was going to do to her. Her hands shook as they unsnapped her jeans and slid them down her legs along with her panties. 

Jean stood before him naked. "Turn around!" he commanded her. She felt like a piece of meat as she turned around, allowing Hank to inspect every part of her body. "You really are a gorgeous creature!" he praised her. His words were a soothing balm to her damage soul and self-image. She drank them in like a woman dying of thirst. Hank stood up. "Now sit back down on the couch!" Jean sank into the couch as Hank sank to the floor on his knees between her spread legs. Hank grabbed her by the ankles and lifted her legs, spreading them as wide as his reach would permit. Her pussy glistened from the juices that were flowing freely. His hands slid down her calves till they were behind her knees. He pushed them till they were almost touching her chest. "Hold these!" he told her. Jean wrapped her arms around her knees and held them as ordered. "Now I'm going to make you glad you came over today." 

Hank dropped his head and sucked her clit and pussy lips into his mouth. His teeth nibbled on her tender flesh as his tongue stroked it. Jean squealed with delight. It felt like an electric jolt coursed through her body as Hank's mouth worked its magic. Jean began to grunt and gasp as Hank alternated between sucking on her clit and fucking her cunt with his tongue. Her orgasm was building quickly. Jean's body began to spasm as Hank's tongue hit a nerve. Hank reached up and began to maul her heaving tits, pinching the nipples mercilessly. 

"Ooohhh! Don't stop! Don't stop!" Jean begged panting. Hank sensed her impending orgasm. His fingers clamped down on her swollen nipples while his mouth clamped down on her clit. "AAAAEEEEAAAAAHHHH!" Jean's body bucked up off the couch as she tried to shove more of her cunt into Hank's sucking mouth. Hank kept his mouth fastened to her gushing cunt as he sucked her through her orgasm. Jean lost all sense of modesty and control. Hank was driving her body in a way no man had ever driven it before. She was losing the battle of wills, and she didn't care. 

Hank continued his assault on her pussy. He knew what she needed. He knew what she wanted. And he knew what she was struggling with. He wanted to give her something to think about every time she questioned what she was doing and why she was doing it. Before he relented, her pussy was going to be a throbbing piece of raw meat, and it was going to belong to him. After her second orgasm he slipped two of his fingers inside her cunt and began a slow finger fucking. Jean's moans slowly morphed into a groan that sounded more like an animal in pain, then a woman being pleasured out of her mind. Hank smiled to himself as he lapped up her juices and sucked on her engorged clit. 'She sounds like just what she's become - a bitch in heat,' he thought to himself. 'I'm going to make this bitch mine!' 

Every muscle in Jean's body was cramping as Hank drove her from one orgasm to another. She lost track of how many times Hank pushed her over the edge. Or was it one long orgasm? She didn't know, and didn't care. This is what she'd fantasized about for too long. Now it was becoming reality. And the intensity of the moment was far greater than anything she'd thought possible. She was being reduced to a mass of impulses and feelings. Her verbal responses varied from squeals, to moans, to grunts, to screams, to panting like a bitch. Every time Hank did something different, Jean was sent over the edge of orgasmic release. 

At some point, Hank had lost track of time, he decided it was time to give her ass some attention. He slid his soaked middle finger out of her cunt and shoved it up her ass without any hesitation. Jean's grunt at the invasion of her ass was so guttural, Hank thought she was going to puke all over him. But instead, it only pushed her body towards another orgasm. Her body and mind were now completely lost to the man who pushing her like never before. Hank began a steady finger fucking of her ass and cunt at the same time. Jean's body shook and convulsed as her ass and cunt were stuffed. "AAAEEEAAAHHHH! PLEASE DON'T STOP!" Jean screamed, her words coming in between gasps. "PLEASE DON'T! PLEASE DON'T!" Her mind was in a sexual fog. She didn't know what she was asking or pleading for. Hank couldn't remember the last time he'd had this much fun. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing more erotic than listening to a woman in the throws of sexual bliss. 

Jean finally reached the breaking point. Hank had been eating her pussy for over an hour. The pleasure had become so intense, and had lasted for so long, her cunt was now throbbing in pain. Her grunts and screams diminished to a whimper as her body convulsed uncontrollably. "Oh please!" she almost cried. "Please no more! UGH! UGH! Please! I can't . . UGH . . take . . . UGH . . . anymore! UGH! Oh please!" 

Hank lifted his head from between her legs. His face glistened with a coating of her juices. He thought he must have swallowed a gallon of her sweet nectar. He continued to pound her ass and cunt with his fingers. "I'll decide when it's enough! Do you understand?" 

"Yes!" Jean gasped as her body continued to shake. 

"You belong to me now! I'll take you whenever I want, however I want, as long as I want! Got it!" 

"Yes! Oh yes!" Jean moaned as she felt Hank's words taking control of her mind in the same way his mouth and hands had taken control of her body. 

"Do you know what that makes you?" Hank wanted her to verbalize what she knew to be true. 

"Your slut! Your whore!" Jean moaned. 

Hank smiled. "That's right my sweet bitch. You're my slut and whore, and anything else I want you to be." 

"I'll be anything you want me to be!" Jean almost screamed. "Anything!" 

Hank's grin stretched from ear to ear as he saddled up between her legs. He held his cock at the opening to her gushing cunt, then grabbed her legs in each hand spreading them wide. With one hard thrust he shoved his cock into her fuck canal. Once again Jean screamed in ecstasy as her body was filled with his male meat. Hank pounded her pussy knowing his orgasm was only moments away. He had become so worked up from listening to her for the last hour, he knew his orgasm would come quickly. 'But that's alright,' he thought. 'I've got her all day.' With every inward thrust of his cock Jean grunted, her own body being driven one more time to release. "Here it comes babe! I'm gonna fill your slutty cunt!" 

Jean was beside herself. A new woman spoke. A woman she didn't recognize. "Fuck me baby! Fuck your sluts pussy! Fill me! Fuck me! Give it to me!" 

Hank slammed into her body as his cock erupted inside her. "UGH! UGH! UGH!" he grunted with every thrust. Jean felt his warm seed filling her womb and oozing out around his cock and down the crack in her ass. This is what she'd always longed for. To be taken and used by a man that she could give herself to completely. Hank had not just met a sexual need within her. He'd met an emotional need too. Jean knew now where she belonged, and who she belonged to. Hank emptied himself inside her as the two lovers stared at each other. This wasn't just a fuck. He was sealing the deal. She belonged to him now. 

Hank collapsed on top of Jean's shaking body. Jean wrapped her sore legs around his waist. The two wrapped their arms around each other and held tight as both tried to regain their composure and bring their breathing under control. After several minutes, Hank lifted himself and looked down at her. "I meant what I said," he spoke softly. "You belong to me now." 

Jean looked up at him and purred like a well satisfied kitten. "I know! I meant what I said to. I'm looking forward to being your whore and slut!" 

Hank kissed her. "Good! New rule! From now on when you're in my condo, you'll go topless." He stroked her tits. "These jewels were meant to be seen and played with." He stood up, grabbed one of her legs and lifted it, exposing her ass. He smacked it hard. "Now get up and get dressed! Let's go get something to eat. Then we'll do a little shopping." Jean jumped slightly, biting her lower lip, as her ass was smacked. The look on her face spoke volumes to Hank. "You like it when I spank you?" he asked. 

Jean just shook her head as she mumbled, "yes," almost ashamed to admit it. 

"Interesting!" was all Hank said. He filed her response away in his brain for future reference. "Get dressed." He bent over and picked up her panties and bra. "You won't be wearing these today," he said as he carried them into the bedroom. 

They went to one of the local mom&pop restaurants where Hank had eaten many times before. It was late in the morning, but they were still serving breakfast. Jean had never felt so self-conscious, and yet so excited, as she did when she walked into the place. Her tits bounced with every step. Her nipples were poking through the thin material of her denim shirt. And her pussy was leaking and she couldn't' stop it. She looked around with every step wondering who was staring at her. The reality was, most of the folks were to engrossed in their meal or conversation, and didn't even notice them walk in. A couple of men acknowledged her as they followed the hostess to their table. She had a sensuous beauty that most men couldn't help but acknowledge. 

The hostess seated them in their booth, across from each other. Hank smiled as he looked across and saw her two nipples poking through her shirt, like two large nails trying to punch through. "Feeling ok?" he asked tauntingly. 

"I feel great! I've never felt better!" All this was new territory for Jean. But she'd never felt as alive as she did at that moment. 

"Good! Unbutton the shirt!" 

Jean's facial expression went from contentment to shock in a split second. "What!?" 

"You heard me! Unbutton the shirt!" 

"But . . but . . there are people all around!" Jean looked around the restaurant. "And that guy over there keeps staring at me!" 

Hank turned his head to see who she was referring to. He acknowledged him with a nod of his head. He turned back to Jean. "He just knows a good looking slut when he sees one. Now, start unbuttoning the shirt. One button at a time. Slowly. I'll tell you when to stop." 

"You want me to give him a show! Is that it?" Jean said with a little defiance. 

Hank decided to play the game. He looked at her with a serious expression. "Have you already forgotten what you agreed to? I'm not going to make you do anything. Do you now want to be my slut and whore?" 

"Yes, I do!" Jean responded timidly. Her defiance draining as Hank's voice took command of her. 

"Then unbutton the shirt! You're giving me a show. Not that asshole sitting over there. Now if he wants to enjoy looking at what belongs to me, well I can't fault him for that. And maybe someday I'll have a guy like that come over and let him play with you. But not today!" 

Jean's hands trembled as she unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. She could see the eyes of the guy across the restaurant widening like two huge saucers. "One more!" Hank commanded. Jean complied. "Another!" Jean's heart was beating so hard now, she felt like it would burst through her chest. Her shirt was now opened enough to show ample cleavage, her huge tits pushing the material apart. "That's enough!" Hank relented. "Like I said, those things were meant to be displayed and enjoyed. Now I'll enjoy my breakfast even more." 

Jean's exposed tit flesh was not lost on the waitress when she brought their meals to them. After serving them their plates and refilling Hank's coffee, "Can I get you anything else hon?" she asked with a smile. 

Hank just looked up and returned her smile. "No! I'm good. I've got everything I need!" Jean blushed knowing she was the object of their short conversation. 

The waitress looked over at Jean. "Yeah hon, it looks like you do. I'll check back on you two later." 

Hank contemplated what to make of Jean's response to his spanking her ass before they left his condo as he ate his breakfast. He'd never been into BDSM. He was very familiar with it, having known a few guys since high school who were into that lifestyle. But it had never been something that interested him. Now Jean's response got him thinking about the possibilities of where this could go. 

They finished breakfast and got up to leave. "Let's go shopping!" Hank said. 

Jean chuckled. "That sounds funny coming from you. You don't seem the type of man that enjoys shopping." 

Hank laughed. "I'm not. I hate it! But what we'll be shopping for will make it worth it. Let's get you some clothes you can keep at my place. We'll hit a couple of department stores first, then we'll run by Victoria's Secret for the essentials. Sound like fun?" 

"Oh yeah!" Jean grinned as she wrapped her arm inside Hank's as they walked toward his car. 

The rest of the afternoon was spent going from one department store to another. Hank had never had so much fun spending money for women's clothing before. Jean bought several dresses that ranged from very elegant to downright slutty. Everything she bought was first modeled for Hank in store. Jean looked good in everything she put on. Hank's lust for his lover had been satisfied before they left the condo that morning. But as the day progressed he felt his hunger for her intensifying again. Every time she walked out of the dressing room with a different dress or outfit on he wanted to take her right there. 




The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 03



Jean couldn't remember the last time she'd had this much fun. She was buying dress after dress, each one more seductive and sexier than the one before, and Hank was paying for all of them. She loved modeling them for him, knowing his lust for her was growing with each dress. Jean felt alive and desired. Something she hadn't felt in many years. After she'd bought five dresses then it was a trip to the shoe store. Hank wanted her to have whatever she needed for when he might take her out for an evening. She bought a pair for each dress. They ranged from the conservative pump to the slutty stiletto. But she looked good in all of them. 

The afternoon ended with a trip to Victoria's Secret. When he took her out to eat or dancing, he wanted her looking like the seductive, gorgeous woman she was. But when he got her back to the condo, he wanted her looking like the dirty slut he also knew her to be. She picked out several teddies and nighties of different colors. She tried to talk him into buying some sexy bras, but his question was always, "What's the point?" After almost four hours of shopping Hank had had enough. He had emptied his wallet. Now he wanted to go home and empty his scrotum. On the way back Jean asked if they could stop by Walmart for her to get a few things she would need that she could keep at his place. Hank gladly agreed. He wanted to make sure Jean had everything she needed. 

It was just after 4:00 when they made it back to the condo. Jean went straight to the bedroom and started unpacking her new wardrobe. Hank grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down to watch whatever was on TV. Twenty minutes later, Jean walked out wearing one of her new nighties. It was sheer black with thin straps over her shoulders holding it up. The bottom hem came to just her glistening pussy. "Do you like?" she asked with a sultry voice. 

Hank gave her that grin that told her more than any words could convey. He growled his approval. "I like very much! But I like what's under it better." 

Jean walked over to Hank as he sat on the couch, straddled his body and slid down till her naked cunt was rubbing against his pants. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he slipped his hands under the nighty and began to knead her tits. Jean moaned her approval as he played with her nipples, pinching and rubbing them between his thumb and index till they were both hard. "Oh please don't tease me!" she moaned. 

"I like teasing you." Hank gently twisted her nipples sending a shiver through Jean's body. "Your breasts are very sensitive, aren't they?" Hank observed. 

"Yesssss!" Jean hissed as Hank twisted them a little harder. "They always have been." 

"You ever cum with just your tits being played with?" 

"I don't know! Maybe. I can't remember." Jean was getting more turned on as Hank quizzed her about her tits. It was both erotic and liberating for her. She had never been with someone that she could talk so freely and openly about sex with. This had been a huge part of her psyche that had been suppressed for fear of the reaction of whoever she might talk to about it. Hank was bringing all this out of her. The more he brought out of her, the more she wanted to open up. 

"You can't remember?" Hank teased her. "How many guys sampled these sweet juggs of yours over the years?" 

"I don't know!" Jean replied coyly. She was going to play along. Her cunt was gushing all over Hank's pants now. "A few I guess." 

"A few? Like how many? Give me a number. Four. Five. Six?" 

"I don't know. Maybe a dozen! They were pretty popular in college." 

"A dozen?! Why you dirty slut!" Hank pulled on her nipples. Jean moaned. "These milk-juggs have seen a lot of mouths haven't they? You probably just flopped them out for every guy who came along, didn't you?" 

"Noooo!" she moaned as Hank drove her body. "I wasn't like that! I wasn't that type of girl!" 

Hank slipped the straps holding her nighty up off her shoulders and down her arms. He grabbed each tit with his hands and squeezed them. "But you are now, aren't you? You're a dirty slut now! You're a dirty big titted whore who can't get enough!" 

Jean dropped her head with eyes closed overwhelmed with the sensations of pain and pleasure emanating from her breasts. Her body was responding to everything he was doing to it. She couldn't get enough. No matter how well he satisfied her sexual hunger, it only increased her craving for more. "Oooohhhh! I am a slut!" she moaned with her eyes closed. She opened them and looked at Hank. "Take my tits!" she pled with him. "Please! I need it!" 

Hank dropped his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. His teeth nibbled on her swollen nub as his tongue flicked over it relentlessly, sending shock waves through her body down to her throbbing pussy. Instinctively Jean began to grind her aching cunt into Hank's lap as he suckled on her tits. 

Hank pulled off her tit then slapped it gently, startling Jean back to reality. "Keep that cunt still you horny slut! You don't move it till I tell you to." 

Jean looked at him with a mixture of frustration and surprise on her face. Yet one more way he was going to push and control her in ways she'd never experienced before. Hank returned to his assault on her tender tit flesh. Jean felt her body building towards a gut wrenching orgasm. She desperately wanted to grind her cunt. She needed something to rub her clit to help bring her to climax. The need inside her was getting so intense she wanted to scream. Hank was pushing her harder and harder. With each sensation he sent coursing through her body, he not only brought her closer to a much needed orgasm, he also cemented his control and domination of her mind and body. 

Hank pushed her tits together till her nipples were almost touching. He renewed his oral assault on them. Jean's nipples had always been sensitive, but Hank seemed to be driving them to a new level of sensitivity. Each flick of his tongue over her tender nubbs sent shockwaves of pleasure pulsing through her body. Hank intensified his efforts with every gasp he heard coming from Jean. 

Jean's gasps slowly morphed into groans as Hank squeezed and massaged her juggs while his tongue and lips worked her swollen nipples. Jean grabbed his head and twisted her fingers into his hair, pulling his head into her chest as hard as she could. "Oooohhhh, Please don't stop!" she begged as he stomach began to cramp up. "Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!" she continued to moan as her orgasm built. She desperately needed release as her body felt like it was about to explode. "Please! I need to come!" she whimpered. "Please!" 

Hank smiled to himself as he continued to lather her tits with his mouth. He had suspected that she had an insatiable sexual appetite. Now he wanted to take control of that appetite and shape her into the lover he knew she could be. A woman who would service her man however he wanted her to. A slut who would behave just the way she was told to. A whore who would give herself completely to the man who owned her. Hank pulled his mouth off her tits. "Now you can work that cunt, you dirty slut!" 

Jean shuddered as she began to grind her cunt into his lap. His pants grazed over her swollen clit as her juices began to soak through them. "AAAEEEAAAHHH!" Jean screamed as her orgasm slammed into her. Her body shook and convulsed as wave after wave washed over her. Her entire world now centered on the euphoria Hank had brought her to. She couldn't stop shaking as spasm after spasm shook her body. "Don't stop!" she cried out as Hank worked her tits relentlessly. He had no intention of stopping. Jean's cunt was on fire. Hank held on tight to her fun bags as she dry humped his lap. Jean was everything he had always wanted in a woman. He wasn't going to let her get away. 

Jean's body began to relax as her orgasm waned. Her grunts turned to whimpers as Hank continued to nurse at her raw tits. He wrapped his arms around her and suckled gently, bringing her down slowly and tenderly from one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had. Somehow Jean knew there would be many more of them in her future. 

After several minutes Hank pulled off and pushed Jean off to the side. He unbuckled his pants and slid them down his legs, kicking them off. "Climb back up here!" Jean was almost giggling as she straddled his lap once again, her cunt hovering over his stiff pole. "Sit on that cock babe!" he told her. Jean lowered herself on his cock, groaning as she felt his meat filling her. 

"You don't want me to suck you off babe?" she asked teasingly. "I love the feel and taste of your cock in my mouth." She began a circular grinding motion of her pelvis, stirring his cock inside her and maximizing his pleasure. 

"Not this time bitch!" Hank grabbed her bouncing tits. "I want you going home tonight with your cunt full of my seed. And when that prick of a husband asks you how your day was . . ." he chuckled, "you can tell him whatever you want. But my spunk running down your leg will remind you what a dirty little slut you are and who you belong to now." 

Hank's words were like a slap in her face as she realized the truth of what he just said. She had never behaved this way before. She had never allowed a man to use her so completely before. She had never stooped to such levels of debauchery before. 'I am a slut!' her mind screamed. She felt Hank pumping his seed into her womb as he grunted through his orgasm. She felt her own cunt spasm around his exploding pole as though it were trying to milk as much seed from him as it could. She knew she belonged to him. The only questions in her mind now were, how completely would he take control of her, and to what depths passion and wickedness would he drive her. All she could do was moan to herself as Hank used her for his enjoyment.



The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 04



Hank took the elevator to the lobby and made his way out the front door of his condo building for his morning run. Weather was rarely a factor for him. He ran rain or shine, hot or cold. And in Chicago it got pretty damn cold some winters. But he was determined to maintain the shape the Army had whipped him into. As he ran he thought about Jean and the appetite she seemed to have for anything sexual. Her response to his swatting her on the ass the other day was something he definitely needed to explore more. He also wanted to delve into her fantasies and see how nasty they were. But the more he thought about it, he didn't want them to just become fuck-buddies who holed up in his condo and fucked. He pulled out his phone as he sat down on a park bench to take a breather. 'You coming over today?' he texted Jean. Not even a minute passed before he saw her reply. 'I was planning to. That ok?' 

'Of course. How long can you stay?' he texted back 

'No curfew. I'm taking ed to airport for business trip.' 

'Excellent. C u later. Plan on going out this evening.' 

Jean smiled to herself as she deleted Hank's text and put the phone in her purse. "You almost ready to go?" she yelled up the stairs at her husband. 

"Of course I'm almost ready to go you dumb bitch!" he yelled down at her as he carried his suitcase down the stairs. His words had stopped hurting Jean long ago. She just ignored his verbal abuse. 

"I'll be waiting out in the car . . . asshole." she mumbled the last word under her breath as she turned to walk out the door. It was a beautiful spring morning and she was looking forward to driving to O'Hare with the window down, and then spending the day with Hank. 

Ed threw his suitcase in the trunk and climbed in the passengers seat. Each rode in silence as Jean made her way through the city towards the Kennedy and ultimately the airport. The only words spoken came from Ed whenever he wanted to berate her driving or something else she wasn't doing quite right. Forty minutes later Jean pulled up in front of the departure doors and waited while Ed got his suitcase out of the trunk. Ed said thanks, as if she was just a taxi driver, and turned to walk in the building. 

Jean felt like a giddy school girl again as she pulled away from the airport and headed back to the city and Hank. She was glad to be rid of her abusive husband, and couldn't wait to see her lover. 

"Hey Tom, this is Hank!" Hank called his co-worker after he'd hung up with Jean. 

"Hank! What's going on man?" 

"Nothing big! I was wondering what you and Shannon are doing this evening." 

"We don't have any plans. What were you thinking?" 

"How would you two like to go out to dinner with me and a friend?" Hank smiled to himself as he described Jean as a "friend." But she was. A friend with benefits. 

"That sounds like a great idea! Is this someone you just met? I don't remember you mentioning anyone before?" 

Hank laughed. "No! This is someone I've known for quite sometime. It's Jean." 

Tom was silent for a couple seconds before replying. "You mean Jean your assistant?" 

"Yep! That's the one!" 

"Ok man! I want to hear all about it!" Tom asked excitedly. 

Hank laughed again. "I'll tell you about it tonight. I tell you what. You drive and I'll treat to dinner." 

"Hey! That's an offer I can't turn down." 

"Pick us up at 6:00 at my place. I'll make the reservations." Hank paused for a second. "Have Shannon wear her collar!" 

Tom laughed. "Ok man! Later than man." Tom replied "And I want to hear all about Jean. I'm holding you to that." 



Jean walked through the front door of Hank's condo just as he was stepping out of the shower, after his morning run. "Is that my bitch?" Hank yelled from the bathroom. 

"Yes it is!" Jean yelled back as she threw her purse on the table and began unbuttoning her blouse. 

Hank walked into the living room with a towel wrapped around his waist just as Jean finished taking off her top and bra. He stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, cupping her mammoth tits with his hands. "I missed these juggs! I could play with these cow tits all day!" 

Jean reached around her head and grabbed Hank's head by the hair, pulling it down as he fondled her breasts. Her nipples responded immediately to the pleasure he was giving her. "Why don't you play with them all day. It's Sunday and we don't have anywhere to go." 

"I think I will play with them all day. But we're going out for dinner this evening with Tommy and Shannon." 

Jean got excited. She had known Tommy since he'd started at the Firm. She'd met Shannon several times, and both ladies hit it off immediately. "Oh yeah! I like them. They're good people." 

"Yes they are!" Hank agreed. "We'll have a nice dinner together, then figure out what we want to do for entertainment." 

"Want to go to a movie?" Jean asked naïve as to Hank's intentions. Her nipples now stuck out like two hardened pencil erasers. Hank took both in his hands and began squeezing them between his thumb and index finger. Jean arched her back as the mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through her body like a lightening bolt. "Uuuugggghhhh!" she grunted as he began to exercise control over her body. 

Hank chuckled. "I don't think so. We'll take in a movie sometime soon. Not tonight. I'm thinking tonight we have a little live entertainment.." 

"Oooohhhhh!" Jean moaned as he mauled her tits. "What did you have in mind?" Jean was finding it more difficult to maintain a train of thought. 

Hank nibbled on her ear as he played with her tits. "Mmmm! I was thinking you'd be the entertainment tonight." 

His statement shocked Jean back to reality. Her body tensed. "What!? What do you mean?" 

Hank held her tight so she couldn't turn around. While his right hand continued to play with her tits, he dropped his left between her legs and began playing with her clit, sending a new round of excitement through Jean's body. "Tonight, you're the entertainment. I think Tom and Shannon will enjoy you. Those two like to party. And that's what we're going to have tonight, a party." 

Jean felt her body tensing as she thought about what was going to happen this evening. It was a mixture of fear and excitement. What was Hank going to push her to do. The more she thought about it, her stomach knotted. The thought of behaving like a slut in front of people terrified her. Yet it also excited her in a way she couldn't understand. 

"It's too bad tomorrow's a work day. We could make an all-nighter out of it. Especially since your prick of a husband is gone." Hank grinned to himself as some really devious thoughts came to mind how he was going to push Jean in the next few days while Ed was out of town. 

Jean moaned as her body was manipulated and toyed with. "If I'd have known we were going out this evening I would have brought a few things with me from home I need to get ready with." 

Hank laughed as he continued to play. "How much shit do you ladies need to get ready with?" 

"Hey! You want me looking my best don't you?" Jean asked mockingly. 

"Point taken!" Hank replied. Then a nasty thought came to him. "OK! Get dressed! We'll drive back to your place and get the things you need." Hank walked back into the bedroom to get dressed as Jean put her bra and shirt back on. Hank walked out of the bedroom as Jean was standing by the door ready to go. Thirty minutes later Jean pulled her car into the garage behind the house in North Park. 

Jean went straight to packing all the things she thought she might need for getting ready for an evening out, or in, depending on how you wanted to look at it, as Hank walked around the house looking at all their stuff. He made his way up the stairs to the second floor. There were two bedrooms with a shared bathroom and a master suite. He walked into the master suite just as Jean was throwing the last item into her overnight bag. He walked around silently inspecting everything in the room as he went. He noticed several pictures on dressers and desks of their kids and one of Ed. He picked it up and examined it closely. "I want to know what he's like." He said without taking his gaze off the photo. 

Jean looked at him with a blank look. "Why? You already know what he's like. You saw it at the dinner party." Jean wanted to change the subject and get out of there. "Anyway, I've got what I need. Let's go!" 

"Not so fast!" Hank said as he put the picture down facing the bed. "This where you two sleep?" He asked motioning to the kingsize bed. 

"Yes! Why?" Jean was getting agitated now. 

"When's the last time you two made love?" 

"I don't remember. It's been years. I can't remember the last time he touched me. Why? Why do you want to know all this?" Jean was almost angry. 

Hank walked over to the bed and hopped up on it, sitting back against the headboard. "Because I'm about to fuck you in your marital bed while that prick of a husband watches," he said with a devilish grin on his face. 

Jean's anger immediately melted as she began to smile. All those years of verbal and mental abuse were about to be paid back. They say payback is a bitch. Well this bitch's name was Jean. 

Hank saw the change in her demeanor as his idea took root in her brain. "The first thing you're going to do is give me a slow strip-tease. Then you're going to climb up here and service me like the whore you are." 

Jean's heart began racing as if she'd just run a mile. The excitement inside her building to the point she thought she was going to get sick. She began to unbutton her shirt slowly and seductively, wanting to give Hank the best show she could. 

Hank began talking to Ed as though he was in the room. "Let me tell you prick. Your wife is the best fuck I've ever had. She gives head better than most whores! And those tits! DAMN! Those are cow tits that need to be milked on a daily basis." Jean was getting hotter with every degrading statement made about her. The thought of Ed knowing she was getting fucked and used by another man only made her juices flow like a faucet that couldn't be turned off. 

"Prick," Hank refused to call him by his name, "your wife is now my bitch. She's going to service me as my whore and slut, because that's what she is." 

Jean finished striping as she slid her jeans down her sexy legs and kicked them aside. She stood before Hank naked and excited. 

"Now lift those cow tits of yours and lick the nipples. Suck on them. Show me what a nasty slut you are." Jean did as she was told, her cunt started to throb. She slowly and sensuously licked and sucked on her nipples as she kept her eyes on Hank. He wasn't touching her, yet he was exercising complete control over her desires and body. The slut in her was slowly taking control of her mind and actions. The reality of performing in front of a man with nothing but lust in his eyes for her had Jean aching for more commands. "You like performing for me slut?" he asked. 

"Mmmmmm! Yes!" Jean moaned. 

"You hear that prick! Your wife is not only a slut, but she likes performing for me!" Hank watched her sucking on her tits for a couple minutes before moving on to the next phase of his domination of her. "Keep sucking those tits. Now drop one hand and start playing with your clit. Let's see how a real slut pleasures herself." Jean obeyed as she knew she would be doing from this point on. Hank's domination of her nearing completion. Her breathing became labored as her body responded to the stimulation it was receiving. "Are you enjoying this slut? You like getting yourself off in front of man?" 

Jean groaned her response, "Yes!" 

"You're such a dirty slut! I'll bet you'd love performing in front of an audience, wouldn't you?" Jean just moaned as she pictured a group of men watching her with lust filled eyes as she performed for them. Her body was quickly approaching climax. Hank pushed her one step further. "I'll bet you'd love getting fucked by a group of men, wouldn't you?" 

That scenario pushed Jean over the edge. "NNNNNOOOOOOO!!" She moaned as her orgasm washed over her. "No! No! No!" she chanted as her body shook and convulsed. Her voice denied her desire to experience being fucked by a group of men, while her mind and body said 'YES!' Her knees wanted to buckle as wave after wave of euphoric pleasure wracked her body. 

Hank watched as Jean's orgasm worked its way through her body. As it began to wane, "Get over here slut!" Jean wobbled over to the bed and climbed on. "Undress me!" he ordered her. Jean began unbuttoning his shirt and then his pants. When she had them completely unfastened Hank lifted his hips and allowed her to pull them down his legs and off. "Now show your husband what a cock sucking whore you are!" 

Jean attacked his stiff male meat with the reckless abandon of a nymphomaniac who hadn't had a cock in months. She licked and sucked and slurped the length of his rod, while her hands cupped and massaged his nut sack. Hank smiled with satisfaction as he watched his lover skillfully work his cock with her mouth. "You see what a cock sucking whore your wife is prick? Look at her! She loves it! She can't get enough of it!" Jean found herself getting aroused again as Hank taunted a man who wasn't there. She closed her eyes and imagined Ed sitting there watching the show, unable to do anything about it. She'd been the recipient of his abuse for too long. She wanted to hurt him back. She wanted to make him feel the way he'd made her feel for so many years. 

Hank reached down and grabbed her by the hair. "Alright my big titted slut, climb up here. It's time to empty my balls. I want to fill your cunt with my seed as I'm fucking you in your bed." Jean crawled up his body and positioned her dripping cunt over his stiff member. Hank held it at attention as Jean lowered herself. Hank groaned with satisfaction as Jean squealed with delight as his fuck stick filled her womb. She sat there for several seconds, savoring the feeling of being filled with his cock. Hank knew what she was doing, but didn't want to let her set the pace. 

"Alright bitch! Ride that cock! I want to see those tits bouncing!" 

Jean leaned onto his chest and began a steady humping of his cock, her tits bouncing like two basketballs. The sounds of her sloshing cunt filled the room. Hank smiled up at her. He wasn't done with his taunting and pushing her. "You are a dirty whore, aren't you? You like cock so much you'd do anything for it, wouldn't you?" 

Jean's hair was flailing from side to side, and tits bouncing as her humping intensified. "YYYEEESSS! Anything!" 

"You see this prick?! You see what your wife is doing in your bed?! She's riding my cock like the dirty whore she is! OH SHIT YEAH!" Hank grunted as his orgasm began to explode. "HERE IT COMES SLUT! MILK THAT COCK BABE! MILK IT!" Hank's cock erupted inside Jean. Hank reached up and grabbed her bouncing tits as his cock spewed his seed inside her. Jean's second orgasm slammed into her as the combination of Hank's cock erupting inside her and his hands mauling her tits worked her body. Her cunt squeezed his cock, milking it, sending new waves of pleasure through Hank's body. The two lover's bodies slammed into each other as Jean rode his cock. Both grunted and moaned doing their best to maximize the other's pleasure, as they enjoyed what the other was doing to them. 

As both descended from one of the most intense orgasms either could remember, Jean collapsed onto Hank's chest. Both were panting as they tried to regain their normal breathing. Hank wrapped his arms around her and rolled her over to her side so they were laying on their sides facing each other. He started to caress her face as he looked at her with a tenderness that wasn't there just minutes before. "You're incredible!" he said softly. 

Jean smiled. It had been so long since she'd felt loved and appreciated for who she was and how she could please a man. 

"You're also mine!" Hank added with a smirk. "I think tonight after dinner we'll bring the party here."



The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 05



Tommy and Shannon pulled up to the front of Hank's condo as Jean and him were standing inside the lobby waiting for them. Tommy's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw Jean, and how she was dressed. Jean was wearing a dark blue sleeveless dress with a cowl neckline and a hem that came several inches above her knees. As per Hank's instructions, she was wearing no bra or panties, as Tommy and Shannon would soon find out. After being taken by Hank in her own bed that morning they drove back to his place stopping along the way for her to pick up a couple items she needed for getting ready for the evening. 

Jean spent a couple hours before Tommy and Shannon arrived getting herself ready. When she walked out of Hank's bedroom, he just stared. It had been worth every minute she spent on getting herself ready. He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. "You are one gorgeous creature!" Jean almost blushed as his stare drilled into her. Hank admired and appreciated her for who and what she was. She hadn't felt this alive in years. 

Tommy's expression wasn't lost on Shannon as they watched Hank and Jean approach their SUV. "She is an attractive woman, isn't she?" she asked her husband with a smirk. "You always did have a thing for white meat." 

Tommy grinned knowing his wife wasn't jealous, just priming them both for the evening ahead. "Why do you think I married you? Nothing like a white bitch with big tits!" He enjoyed turning the tables on his wife whenever he could. Tommy and Shannon had just had their first baby six months before and she was nursing. Her breasts were a respectable C before she'd had the baby. But now they had swelled to DD as she kept her two babies fed, Tommy Jr. and Tommy Sr. "I think Hank and I might play a little show and tell this evening." 

"Ooohhh!" Shannon cooed with delight. "That sounds delicious! Are you going to make me?" Shannon felt her pulse quickening. 

Tommy reached over and hooked his finger in her silk choker and pulled her across the seat to kiss her. "I don't think I'll have to make you bitch! I think by the time we get to that point, you'll be begging for it. But if I have to make you, then yes, I will. You're my bitch, and you'll do whatever I tell you to do." Shannon was a complete sub. Her cunt began gushing as Tommy took control of her. Her choker was her symbol of subservience to Tommy and his ownership of her. She wore it gladly and only took it off to shower. 

Hank opened the back door of the Suburban and looked inside before Jean climbed in and slid across. "Alright you two! They'll be plenty of time for that after dinner!" 

Tommy looked around smiling. "I know! But there's nothing like a little appetizer!" He turned his attention to Jean. "Jean, you look great!" he said as he stared at her cleavage. His intended meaning wasn't lost on either Hank or Jean. 

"Well thank you!" Her cunt twitched as Tommy gawked at her chest. Jean decided to set the tone for the evening right off the bat. More for herself than anyone else. "So are you a tit man too, like Hank?" 

Her question took Tommy by surprise shocking him back to reality. He looked at Hank for a second, and the two stared at each other before bursting into laughter. "She got you there buddy!" Hank chided him. 

Tommy kept laughing. "Jean! I like everything about a woman's body. Hair, cunt, ass, legs, hands, mouth, the whole package. But yes, I do like a nice big pair of tits. I've been blessed with a bitch who has a nice big set. Now I see Hank has himself a . . . ." he didn't know how to refer to Jean. 

Hank filled in the blank knowing where he was heading. "She's my bitch! You can call her that!" 

Tommy smiled. "Hank's been blessed with a bitch with big tits also. This ought to be a good evening." 

Shannon looked back at Jean as Tommy pulled out into the flow of traffic. "I get the feeling you and I are going to have a really good time this evening!" she said smiling. 

Tommy followed Hank's directions to a steakhouse out in the western suburbs. They both had eaten there before with clients and knew they served an excellent steak. Hank had specifically called ahead for a booth. They ordered their meals and a bottle of wine. Hank wanted this to be an enjoyable evening for everyone. 

The evenings conversation was light with lots of laughter. Tommy and Shannon talked a lot about the baby, while Hank and Jean talked about how things started between them. Both Tommy and Shannon had seen what Ed was like at the company dinner, and both were aware of what he was like. 

Jean told an abbreviated version of her story to give them some background. After she finished there was a momentary silence, no one knowing exactly what to say. Finally Hank broke the silence. "You're mine now! That's the end of that discussion." Hank's statement gave Jean a contented, peaceful feeling, knowing that she was truly loved by a man who knew how to treat her and take care of her. It had been a very long time since she'd felt that way, and since she'd trusted a man the way she was growing to trust Hank. She leaned over, sitting next to Hank, and kissed him as she dropped her hand in his lap. She squeezed his cock through his pants as their lips stayed locked. 

Hank grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her back. "You don't get your hand out of there, you'll be sucking it till I feed you dessert. Right here. Right now." The look on his face told Jean he meant what he said. Her eyes widened as the thought of going down on him in this restaurant excited her. She didn't say anything as she pulled her hand back. 

"Now I'd like to see that!" Shannon voiced her approval of Hank's threat. 

"Me too!" Tommy chimed in. "Maybe we should make it a double!" he added looking at Hank. 

Hank looked around the restaurant to see if it could be done without causing too much of a commotion. The place was crowded. "I like the idea of having them do that! Another time! As a matter of fact, I've got the perfect bar we could have them do that! Some of the guys there would even pay to watch!" 

Jean looked at him with a shocked look. She was still learning what it was going to mean to be Hank's slut and bitch. "Would you really do that?" 

Hank grabbed one of her tits discreetly and squeezed it. "You're damn right I would! And I'd make sure you flashed these while you were doing it!" Jean groaned as she thought about performing in front of a bar full of strange men. "That really turns you on, doesn't it?" 

"Yes!" Jean gasped. 

"Oh buddy!" Tommy laughed. "I think you've got a real slut on your hands! You need to train that bitch my friend! Train her and get her broken in!" 

"I know you two have been into this lifestyle for awhile. Maybe you can give me some coaching." 

"I would be glad to buddy! There's nothing like a well trained bitch to keep you satisfied and happy! And while we're at it, I'll have my bitch work with yours." Tommy looked over at Shannon and squeezed her tit discreetly like Hank had done. "I want you to help Jean understand the lifestyle and what's expected of her as Hank's sub! Understand?" 

"Yes master!" Shannon cooed like the bitch in heat she was becoming. She looked at Hank. "Would you like me to take her shopping sir?" 

Hank looked at Tommy with a big grin on his face. "I'm liking this already!" He looked at Shannon. "That would be great. You help her buy everything you think she needs." 

Jean sat there dumbfounded as they talked about her as though she was a piece of property. She had read a little on the BDSM lifestyle over the years. It always fascinated her, and she found it erotically exciting as a fantasy. But now that it was becoming a reality in her life the feelings running through her were overwhelming. Her stomach was knotting as both fear and excitement washed over her psyche. She knew the last vestiges of control were being taken from her. Or was she willingly giving them up? She didn't know. Her thoughts and emotions felt like they'd been thrown into a blender. What was she becoming? Where was Hank taking her? Could she trust him? She looked at him with longing in her eyes. "Please don't hurt me!" her voice sounded like a small child begging for mercy from a bully. 

It suddenly dawned on Hank what she was struggling with. All those years of being beaten down by her prick of a husband had instilled a fear in her of trusting men and expressing herself as a woman. Hank put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to himself. He cupped her face in his hand as he spoke to her tenderly. "You have nothing to be afraid of with me. You belong to me now! I love you! Do you know what that means?" He didn't allow her to respond. "That means I'm going to take care of you. That means you're safe with me. That means I'm going to make you glad you're a woman, and my bitch. That means you have a new home. That also means . . ." Hank got that devilish grin on that Jean had grown to love, "that I own you, and your going to make me glad I'm a man and your master." He paused before he continued. "But I'm not going to force anything on you babe. If you want out of this, or this makes you feel uncomfortable, you just say the word and it's over. I don't want you just as my lover. I want you as my friend too." 

Jean was almost crying as she moaned. "I don't want to be anywhere or with anyone except you." She dropped her hand in his lap again and squeezed his cock as she gave him a weak smile. "I'll be anything and do anything you ask of me." 

Hank pulled her hand off his throbbing manhood. "You're going to do exactly that and more. Now why don't you and Shannon go to the ladies room while Tommy and I discuss the rest of the evening's festivities." The two men stood, allowing the ladies to slide out of the booth. As the ladies were walking away they heard Shannon say, "First thing we need to get you sweetie is a collar." 

While the ladies were in the ladies room Hank and Tommy mapped out how the evening would unfold. Both still had too much of the military in their blood. You didn't go into an engagement without a plan of attack. And that's what they had when the ladies finally rejoined them. Hank paid the bill and they walked out to the Suburban. Each guy helped his lady into the passenger's side door, then walked around and got in the other side. Tommy started the engine and drove to the backside of the parking lot. It was a little more secluded, but it was still light out being May. 

Tommy put it in park and turned off the engine. "Lower the dress!" Hank ordered Jean. 

Jean obeyed without hesitation. She leaned forward and reached behind her back to unzip the dress. She then slipped the dress off her shoulders and down to her waist. 

Shannon turned around to watch but was quickly reminded of her place by Tommy. "What are you looking at bitch? You heard the man. Lower the dress!" Shannon followed suit. 

Without being told Jean unsnapped her half bra and slipped it from her shoulders. She then sat back in her seat awaiting further instruction. 

Tommy looked over the front seat at Jean. "Damn! That bitch of yours has a nice rack Hank!" 

Hank leaned over the back of the front seat to check out Shannon. Her nipples glistened with the moisture of her milk as it leaked from her udders. "You've got nothing to complain about. It looks as though that bitch of yours is a regular milking machine." 

Hank then sat back and threw his right leg up on the bench seat. "You know what to do! Do it!" 

Jean unbuckled his pants, then pulled his swollen cock out. She moaned softly as she lowered her head and breathed in his scent. She was a bitch in need of being taken and used like the slut she'd become. She opened her mouth and slid his cock in till the head hit the back of her throat. Hank grabbed a handful of hair and held her tightly laying his head back. Her mouth felt like liquid velvet wrapped around his rod as it glided up and down his shaft. "Oh yeah!" he moaned. "I've been waiting for this since you walked out of the bedroom all dressed up for this evening." Jean reached inside his open pants and cupped his sack, massaging his balls gently as she devoured him. 

Shannon was in the front seat doing the same for her man. He held her head with one hand, and reached under her chest with the other. He began squeezing her fun bags till his hand was covered in her milk. Tommy chuckled, "I think my bitch needs to be milked." He looked over the seat at Hank. "You ever had tit milk?" 

"Can't say that I have. I mean I guess I did as a baby. But who remembers that? Why? Is it any good?" Hank asked out of genuine curiosity. 

"Oh man yeah! It's the best! Sweet! Warm! And it comes from a cow I plan on milking for a long, long time! You want to try some?" Tommy and Hank talked as their cocks were serviced. 

"That would be great! You don't mind?" Hank replied as he shifted in his seat. Jean lifted her head momentarily. "Hey! I didn't tell you to stop bitch! Get you mouth down there and use it for what it was intended!" Jean slurped in his cock once again and resumed giving head with the proficiency of the slut she was becoming. 

"No I wouldn't mind!" Tommy replied. "But I'm assuming this is a reciprocal agreement? I get to enjoy your bitch." 

"Of course. That's only fair." 

Tommy smiled back at Hank. "Then I can't wait to get back to Jean's place. That is where you said we were going?" Hank nodded his head. "Good! You can milk my cow and I'll work on yours. Man, I tell you, once you've had tit milk, there's no going back. You're going to want it all the time." Tommy paused as he worked Shannon's mouth. "Just so you'll know. She really loves it if you play with her clit while your sucking on her tits. Drives her insane." 

"I'll keep that in mind. Jean likes a finger up her ass as I'm sucking on her tits." 

"Hey! Has she ever gone down on a woman before?" Tommy asked. He could feel his orgasm building. "Oh that's it baby! Suck that cock you dirty cock sucking whore!" he groaned. Shannon increased her efforts. His name calling and degrading her only turned her on more than she already was. She loved being his slut. 

Hank felt his own orgasm approaching. "You know, I don't know if she has or not!" He lifted Jean's head by her hair. She gasped for breath as his shaft slid out of her mouth. "Have you ever gone down on a woman before?" Hank asked her. 

"No!" Jean gasped, trying to catch her breath. 

Hank shoved her head back down till his shaft hit the back of her throat. He looked up at Tommy and laughed. "She said 'no!' What do you think? Tonight?" 

"Tonight! Definitely! Nothing like watching two hot bitches go at each other." Tommy grunted as Shannon worked his cock like the master cock sucker she had become. "Ugh! Almost there babe! Oh yeah! That's it! Suck it bitch! Suck it!" Tommy gripped a handful of her hair as his stomach tightened. Shannon raked her teeth over the length of his shaft knowing that would push him over the edge. She knew what her master/husband liked. And she knew how to deliver it. Tommy grunted one more time as he began to spew his seed into her eagerly sucking mouth. 

Shannon sucked and swallowed as Tommy held her head firmly in place. Not that he would have needed to. Shannon was not only a master at sucking cock, it had become one of the things she enjoyed doing the most. For her it was not just a sex act. It was the joining of herself to the man she loved and belonged to. It was giving him the pleasure she desperately wanted to give to him all the time. Shannon drained his balls till he was laying back groaning from satisfaction and exhaustion. 

Hank's breathing became labored as his orgasm boiled inside his nut sack. Just as Tommy's orgasm waned, Hank's exploded inside Jean's mouth. Jean squealed with delight as Hank's cream filled her mouth and coated her tongue. She swallowed as best she could with a cock shoved to the back of her throat. Hank held her tight as he pumped jet after jet of his jism inside her. "That's it! Take it! Take it!" Each spasm brought another grunt to Hank. As his orgasm subsided Hank's firm grip on her head became a soft stroking. Hank laid back in the seat as Jean continued to love his cock. "You've got the address to Jean's place." He said to Tommy as he stroked Jean's head. 

"Yeah, I'm putting in the GPS now." 

"Good! We've got two very horny bitches on our hands, and I can't wait to see them perform." 

Tommy parked the Suburban in front of Jean's house and the four of them walked in together. The ladies had been allowed to put their dresses back on, minus their bras. "You keep anything to drink in the fridge?" Hank asked Jean. 

"Ed keeps some beer in there." Jean responded 

Hank snorted at the mentioning of his name. "I'll get each of us a beer," he said to Tommy. "You take the ladies upstairs. I'll be right up." When Hank got up to the master bedroom Tommy had pulled a couple of cushioned chairs into it and positioned them in front of the king-size bed. Tommy was seated and waiting. Hank walked in and handed Tommy his beer. "Alright ladies, Tommy and I think we've got two of the hottest sluts in the city. Show us what you've got." 

Shannon, being much more comfortable with what was being expected of them took the lead. She walked up to Jean, wrapped her arms around her, and kissed her softly, her hands roaming over her back and down to her ass. The initial contact was new and exhilarating to Jean. She gasped slightly as Shannon's body came into contact with hers. She squeezed her ass cheeks firmly, pulling Jean into her groin. After a couple minutes of grinding their pelvis's together Shannon slid her hands up Jean's back and unzipped her dress. 

It didn't take long for Jean to slip into the eroticism of the moment. She was a fast learner, and it didn't hurt that she was so turned on she felt like she was going to crawl out of her skin. As Shannon was pulling down the zipper to her dress, she did the same for Shannon's. Then each lady took a step back and slid their dress off their shoulders and onto the floor. Both stared at the other's body, inspecting and admiring the other's physical attributes. 

Shannon reached out and caressed Jean's tits. "You really have delicious looking tits!" she complimented her. 

"Mmmmm! So do you!" Jean returned the compliment as she began to stroke Shannon's milk engorged juggs. "I love the way you nipples glisten from your milk." Jean lifted one of her tits as she dropped her head. "May I?" she asked, already knowing the answer. 

"Yes! Of course! It's been a long . . . " She hadn't finished her statement before Jean gently sucked in the nipple she was holding up. It had been a long time since Shannon had felt the warmth and softness of a woman's mouth suckling on one of her tits. It was like an electric shock went through her body and down to her pussy. "Aaaaahhhhhh!" Shannon moaned as she threw her head back. She cradled Jean's head in her hands and pulled her sucking mouth into her chest till Jean had difficulty breathing. 

Jean may have been somewhat new to this but she caught on quickly. She did everything to Shannon's tits that she enjoyed having done to hers. She sucked on the nipples gently while playing with them using the tip of her tongue. Shannon moaned with delight as her pussy began gushing down the inside of her thighs. Jean dropped her hand between Shannon's legs and began a slow sensuous massage of her swollen clit. 

Tommy could tell Shannon was on the verge of climaxing. He stood up and stepped up behind her. He could feel the heat radiating from her body. It took every ounce of self-control he had not to grab her, throw her on the bed and bury his cock in her pussy. "You don't come till you ask permission, and I grant it!" he said softly, yet authoritatively. 




The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 05



Shannon looked over her shoulder at her black master. "Oh please master! I need it! Please!" she pled with a whimper. 

"No! Not yet!" Tommy said as he reached around her body and grabbed Jean by the hair. He pulled her off Shannon's chest. "Now it's your turn," he said to Shannon. He tapped her on the shoulder indicating he wanted her kneeling. Shannon knelt in front of Jean at Tommy's beckoning as he was pulling Jean closer to her. "Now you suck on this bitch's pussy for awhile." 

Shannon shoved her mouth between Jean's partially spread legs and began lapping up her juices that were flowing from her body. Shannon's tongue on her clit and pussy lips sent shock waves through Jean's body. Jean squealed as Shannon's tongue danced all over her womanhood. Suddenly she felt a presence standing in front of her and opened her eyes. Hank had walked over and was standing directly in front of her. He leaned forward and kissed her as he groped her heaving tits. "Same rule applies to you. You don't come till you ask permission and I grant it." He then lifted her left tit and sucked it into his mouth. Jean whimpered as the sensations of having her cunt and tits pleasured at the same time took hold of her. 

Jean's torture went on for several minutes before she could take no more. "Please!!" she begged. "I need to come! Please may I come master." 

Hank smiled at Tommy standing next to him. What they had planned in the restaurant was working out nicely. "No! You may not come!" 

Jean whimpered in frustration and disappointment as Tommy pulled Shannon's head from between Jean's legs. "Up on the bed you two!" Hank ordered them. "And leave the heels on. I think it's only appropriate that two sluts going at it keep their heels on." The two ladies were panting and moaning as they climbed on the bed and crawled to the middle. 

The two guys looked at each other. "What do you think? Flip a coin?" Hank said. 

"Sounds fair!" 

Hank pulled a coin from his pocket. "Heads Jean is on top. Tails Shannon is." he said. He flipped the coin and watched it land on the bed. "Tails!" Tommy yelled out. 

"On your back bitch!" Hank said to Jean. Jean rolled on her back and laid in the middle of the bed. 

"Now you turn around my horny slut," Tommy said to Shannon. "Straddle her face." Shannon did as she was told. "Now each of you eat the other. And don't stop till we tell you to!" 

Each woman dove into the other's cunt, licking, sucking, lapping and swallowing all the juice the other produced. The two guys sat back down to enjoy the show. The room was filled with the sounds of slurping and moans as each lady drove the other towards that climax both desperately needed. Shannon sucked Jean's clit into her mouth and nibbled on it, stroking it with her tongue, as Jean shoved her tongue inside Shannon's pussy drinking in every drop of cunt juice that came from it. 

Shannon's climax slammed into her like a ton of bricks. She screamed into Jean's cunt as she kept her mouth locked on it. Her body tensed up for a second, and then began to spasm as wave after wave washed over her. Shannon's orgasm sent Jean over the edge. She began to moan and grunt as her body shook and convulsed. She shoved her cunt up into Shannon's sucking mouth as an involuntary reaction. She couldn't get enough of her tongue inside her. 

Both men watched in awe as their ladies pleasured each other. "I swear! There's nothing more beautiful than watching a woman climax!" Hank said. 

The ladies bucked and rocked the bed as each rode their orgasm through to its completion. As they began to slow down, "Keep going!" Hank said. 

"Yeah! You two bitches aren't done yet! We'll tell you when you're done!" Tommy added. The two guys sat back and enjoyed their beers and the show as the ladies continued to eat the other through a couple more orgasms. 

Time seemed to stand still for the ladies. The rest of the world was shut out as they ate each other till they were both exhausted. Finally the guys stood up and undressed. "OK! Flip over you two! Shannon on bottom, Jean on top." The ladies did as they were told moaning from the exertion and the sudden emptiness from their cunts. 

Hank crawled up on the bed and between Jean's spread legs, his cock hanging over Shannon's head. Tommy positioned himself at the other end. They had decided they would fuck their own bitch's cunt and the other's mouth. Since Shannon was on the bottom, Tommy held Jean's head up by her hair as he plunged into Shannon's cunt, pulled out, then shoved it into Jean's mouth. It took several rotations till he finally got into a rhythm. "Damn! We really need to do this more often! This was a great idea buddy!" 

Hank was slipping into his own rhythm as he fucked Jean's cunt and Shannon's mouth. It didn't take long before each guy was steadily humping both ladies. "It was nice that we got that blowjob in the car before we got here. I'm going to last a nice long time!" Hank smiled at Tommy. Each lady could taste the other's cunt juices on the rod that she was fed with. 

As the humping continued and intensified the ladies began to gag as the cocks they were being fed pushed further and further into the throats. While the men began to grunt with each thrust of their cock. Tommy looked at Hank and grunted, "Should I . . ugh . . let up . . ugh . . on your bitch . . ugh . . man?" 

"Hell no! UGH! Gag the bitch! UGH!" 

The humping went on for more than fifteen minutes before Hank announced his impending orgasm. He grunted one last time before pounding it into Jean's pussy. His cock erupted inside her, filling her womb with his seed. He grunted with each thrust of his pelvis. Jean felt like she was being bent in half as Hank pounded her cunt and Tommy pounded her throat. If this is what it meant to be Hank's slut, then she couldn't get enough of it. Tommy's orgasm overtook him just at Hank's was subsiding. He pulled out of Jean's mouth and shoved it, balls deep, into Shannon's pussy. He too blew his load as he grunted and panted through it. 

When both were finished they sat there trying to catch their breath as their cocks slipped from their bitch's cunt. Tommy finally spoke. "Now for the last act for the evening. You two bitches clean each other out." The guys chuckled as they slid off the bed. The two ladies looked at them with bleary eyes. They looked exactly like what had just happened. They looked like they'd just been completely used and taken. 

Hank walked out and got another couple of beers for him and Tommy. When he came back in the bedroom the ladies were eagerly sucking and slurping at the other's pussy, drinking in all the male juice that came from them. After another ten minutes Tommy told Shannon they had to get going. "It's a work night and we need to get home." 

"Shit!" Hank mumbled. "I forgot all about those luscious tits of your wife!" 

"That's right! I did promise you a taste of them, didn't I?" Tommy said. 

Shannon got off the bed and walked over to Hank without being told, sat in his lap in the chair, and wrapped her arm around his shoulder. "Leave something for the baby!" she giggled. Hank lifted her engorged cow tit and began a slow sucking on it. Shannon's cunt began to spasm again, as it always did whenever her tits were nursed on. 

As Hank nursed on Shannon's tits Tommy held out his hand to Jean. "Come here gorgeous! I want to taste those sweet melons of yours." The two men nursed on the other's bitch's tits for almost fifteen minutes before Tommy said, "We have to go! It's late!" 

As Shannon got off Hank's lap she whispered in his ear, "Next time you can suck on them as long as you want." 

Jean hugged Tommy, "I want your cock in my pussy next time." 

As the four got dressed the two ladies hugged and shared a kiss. The men just watched as they expressed their love and appreciation of the other. Then they sensuously caressed and touched each other's body like two lovers would. 

Hank looked at Tommy and laughed. "I think we've created a monster!"



The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 06



Hank sat at his desk reviewing the case he'd just been given before the weekend. It was Monday morning and Jean wasn't in the office yet. Hank was usually the first one in most mornings. He had been an early riser since his Army days. He didn't see the need to change his ways now. He realized he got some of his best work done in the early hours of the day before all the distractions of an office full of people made that difficult. He was going to have to work twice as hard now to concentrate on work, now that Jean was his greatest distraction of all. But he was determined to make it work. He didn't want to lose her either as a co-worker or as a lover. He knew he was walking a very precarious tight-rope. But walking it he was going to do. 

The two of them had been together for several weeks now. Hank was the man she'd been longing for her whole adult life. He was everything she needed and wanted in a man. She knew he loved her, and she felt safe with him. Jean's struggle of submitting to Hank's domination of her was no longer the issue. She knew she belonged to him, and she didn't want it any other way. The question now was just how big of a slut was she. The deeper and harder he pushed her sexually, the more she was consumed by a craving for more. Their times together with Tommy and Shannon had also opened her eyes to desires and cravings within her she'd only fantasized about before. Hank had awakened an animal in her. An animal that never wanted to be caged again. 

Jean walked through their office door just before 8:00. Hank instinctively smiled knowing it was her before he even had time to focus on her. He'd recognize that body anywhere. Then he consciously focused on her face and his expression changed. Jean had done her best to cover the red mark on the left side of her face with make-up, but a blind man could see she was trying to cover something up. Hank jumped out of his chair from behind his desk and almost ran around it. "What happened?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice. 

Jean was a terrible liar. She chuckled. "Oh nothing! I'm too embarrassed to even talk about it! I fell and hit the side of my head on a coffee table!" 

Hank grabbed her by the upper arms and squeezed them tightly as he stared at her. Jean felt herself melting under his glare. "Like hell you did! Now tell me what happened! And that's not a request!" 

Jean fell into his arms and sobbed. Hank held her tightly and caressed the back of her head. When she finally regained her composure he walked her over to the couch and sat down with her. "Now tell me what happened," he said in a more gentle voice. 

Jean proceeded to tell him of Ed's drinking and violent temper. What it had been like for years. But this was the first time he'd hit her. Hank listened quietly, his anger seething as Jean recounted her story. When she finally finished Hank sat there quietly, thinking how best to respond. He didn't want to allow his anger to cloud his judgment or his response. He'd seen too many good men die because they allowed their anger to get the best of them. 

"You're not going back there!" he told her. 

"No! I have to! It will be alright! Please don't make this worse than it is!" Jean pled with him. 

"Would you listen to yourself? You are the battered wife! He's already hit you once now! Do you really think it won't happen again? How can it get any worse?" Hank was almost yelling. 

Jean looked at him with fear in her eyes. Hank knew it could get worse. "You're not going back. And there's no force on earth that's going to change my mind on that one!" Hank sat there quietly as he thought through his next moves. "Is he home now?" 

"No. He left for the office early this morning." 

"You've got some paperwork on your desk. Start working through that." Hank stood up. "I'll be back in a few minutes." Hank walked down the hallway to Sid Blakely's office and stuck his head inside. "Can I talk to you for a second boss?" 

"Hank! Of course! Come in! What can I do for you?" Sid greeted him with a handshake. 

Hank proceeded to tell him what Jean had just laid on him. Sid's demeanor went from a smile when Hank first walked in to an angry scowl. As Hank finished, "I know you Hank. You wouldn't be here if you didn't have a plan or need something. Whatever it is, you've got it." 

"Thank you sir. I'd like to borrow the firms private investigator to dig up all the dirt he can get on that piece of shit." 

"Consider it done!" Sid said as he picked up the phone. "Margaret, call Jake and tell him I need to see him in my office today, if at all possible." Sid looked up at Hank as he hung up the phone. "What else do you need?" 

"I've got a 9:30 meeting with a client. But after that, if it's alright with you, I'd like to take Jean to her place while Ed is at work and help her pack up whatever she needs so she doesn't have to go back there." 

"Do you need any help? Take whomever you need. That lady is part of this family and we're going to take care of her." 

"Thank you sir!" 

"Do what you need to do and keep me posted Hank." 

Hank left Sid Blakely's office and started back down the hallway towards his. On the way he passed Randy, one of the summer interns from college who had been assigned to Hank. "Randy, I want you to clear your schedule for the rest of the day. I need your help with something outside the office." 

"OK Hank! What's going on?" 

Hank wrote Jean's address on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Just meet me at this address at 11:30. I'll explain things later. And change your clothes. We're helping Jean move." 

Randy's eyes lit up at the mention of Jean's name. He'd lost count of the number of times he'd jacked off thinking about her since the first time he'd seen her. What he wouldn't give to slip his cock between those two luscious tits of hers and fuck them till he blew his load all over her face. 

Hank walked back into his office, his anger simmering. "We have a meeting at 9:30 with John Oldham. Once that's over you and I are done for the day. We are heading back to your place and you're packing whatever you need and getting out of there. You're moving in with me!" Jean's countenance changed immediately. Hank smiled at her. "I thought that might brighten your day! Randy is going to help us with the move. He's a good kid, and I like him." 

"I do to! He seems to be a sweet boy." 

Hank was laughing now. "Well that sweet boy can't take his eyes off your chest. Not that you missed that." 

Jean blushed slightly. "Yes, I have noticed him staring on occasion." 

"Well maybe I'll give him a peek at those puppies for helping us today." Hank had a sinister grin on. 

Jean's smile disappeared. "So am I the office slut now? To be passed to whoever you want?" she asked with an edge to her voice. 

Hank just stared at her for several seconds before responding. Jean's cunt began to twitch as his eyes bore into her. "You're my slut! And I'll do whatever I want with you! Know why?" 

Jean shook her head as she gasped, "Why?" 

Hank cupped her chin and held it in place staring up at him as he stood in front of her. She was going to belong to him 24/7 now. It was time to start turning up the heat and bringing out the true slut he knew she was. "Because you want to be my slut! You want me to treat you, and take you this way. Don't you?" 

Jean felt her pulse racing again as Hank pushed her again. "Yes! You know I do!" 

Hank grinned down at her. "If we didn't have a 9:30 conference, I'd take you right here. Now get the Oldham paperwork and let's get ready for this meeting." 

Hank and Jean pulled up in front of her house in separate vehicles at 11:25. Randy was leaning against the side of his car waiting for them. As they both got out of their vehicles and walked up to Randy his eyes naturally dropped to Jean's chest again. He'd tried so many times to be as discrete as he could with his lustful admiration of her tits. But it had gotten to the point he'd almost given up trying to hide it. His eyes were drawn to them like magnets. He blushed slightly and looked down as Jean walked up to him. Hank right behind her just smiled. "Thanks for coming Randy." he said. 

Randy looked up at Hank doing his best to focus on him. "No problem Hank. Glad to help." Since coming to the firm Randy had grown a great respect for Hank, and really looked up to him. Randy almost idolized him. He would have helped Hank with anything he needed. Helping him with Jean was just the icing on the cake. 

As Jean unlocked the door and let them in Hank filled Randy in on the situation and told him to keep the information to himself. Randy looked at Jean as they began hauling her things out to Hank's truck. "If I can help you in anyway Jean, I will. I want to." 

Jean teared up at the sincerity of his kindness towards her. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly, smashing her tits against his chest. Randy's eyes bugged out as he felt the heat from her body radiating through his. His arms hanging by his sides, not knowing how to respond. 

Hank walked by with an armful of clothes. "Hug her buddy! She won't bite! Unless I tell her to!" he said laughing as he walked out the front door. 

Randy wrapped his arms around her as he felt his cock stiffening. Her body felt warm and soft. He moaned softly as Jean snuggled slightly into his chest. Neither had realized how long they had been holding each other till Hank walked back in the house. "Alright you two! I want to get to get out of here as quickly as possible. I don't feel like dealing with asshole today. That time will come soon enough." 

Jean pulled away from Randy. "Sorry. I was just thanking him for his kindness." 

Hank grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to himself smiling. "Oh, I think you were doing a lot more than just thanking him." He dropped his head and kissed her passionately as Randy watched. "After we get you unpacked at my place you can thank Randy properly." he said grinning with his sinister smile. 

For the next hour and a half both Randy and Jean worked in silence not knowing exactly what Hank meant. As the two men transported her clothes and personal belongings up from the parking garage, one trip at a time, Jean unpacked them and put them away in the wardrobe Hank had given her and the closet. When the last of her things were brought up, Hank grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and sat down in the living room with Randy. The two talked a little more about Jean's situation. Randy listened attentively, offering several times to help in anyway he could. Hank sensed he could trust him. Hank had become a good judge of character, and Randy had it. He decided to bring Randy into his inner circle. "What I'm about to tell you stays between us. You understand?" Randy shook his head acknowledging his understanding. "Jean is my lover! But she's more than that. She's my bitch! I take care of her needs, and she takes care of mine. Jean's a woman with an insatiable sexual appetite. The more I push her the more she wants." 

"Why are you telling me all this?" Randy asked. 

Hank smiled again. He seemed to have been doing that a lot lately. "You're about to find out. But before you do I want your word that this stays between us." 

"Of course Hank! I wouldn't dare share this with anyone without your permission." 

"Good. I also want to lay down a ground rule. When we're at the office you will treat her with all the respect she is due as a co-worker and my administrative assistant. If I see you treating her otherwise," Hank paused to let his words sink in, "I'll kick your ass so hard you'll never forget it." 

Randy sat quietly as Hank's threat sunk in. He knew Hank meant what he said. 

Hank stood up. "Jean! You almost done in there?" he yelled out. 

"Almost!" she yelled back. 

"OK! Take your time! But Randy here is waiting for his "Thank You!"" 

Jean dropped what she had in her hands on the bed and walked into the living room like a moth drawn to the flame. She had no idea what Hank had in mind for her, but whatever it was she couldn't wait any longer. She walked up to Hank as he stood in the middle of the room, a couple steps from where Randy was sitting. Hank wrapped his left hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to himself gently as he cupped her tit with his right hand. He kissed her tenderly then released her while still squeezing her tit. "Why don't you thank our boy here properly and give him a little show. Show him what a great slut I have. I'm sure he'd love to see your assets." 

Jean stood and stared at Hank for several seconds, not knowing exactly what to do next. Then with a mixture of fear and excitement she turned to face Randy. She looked at the young man seated in front of her. Someone young enough to be her son. Her heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was going to explode out of her chest. Hank was pushing her in one more way she hadn't seen coming, and it was having the effect on her he knew it would. Her hands began to shake as she unbuttoned her blouse. 

Randy's eyes widened with each button. When her bra came into view all he could say was "OH WOW!" 

Jean watched her hands the entire time, not wanting to make eye contact with Randy. When she unfastened the last button, she pulled what was left tucked in her skirt out and slipped her blouse off her shoulders. Without hesitating she reached behind her, as she looked at Randy now, and unsnapped her bra. She then slid the straps off her shoulders and threw it on the coffee table with her blouse. 

Randy sat there and stared at the most magnificent pair of tits he'd ever seen. They were better than anything he'd fantasized about since meeting Jean for the first time. His gaze slowly changed from one of amazement to animal lust as he studied them. He finally looked around Jean to Hank as if asking for permission to do something. 

Hank just laughed. "What are you looking at me for kid? If you haven't figured out what to do with a pair of tits by now, I can't help you. Take 'em! They're yours!" 

Randy looked up at Jean and held out his hand indicating he wanted her to come to him. Jean stepped forward. Randy took her hand and pulled her onto his body. Jean kneeled on either side of him in the chair he sat in, straddling his lap. Jean's skirt hiked up her thighs revealing her naked pussy. Randy reached up with both hands and began to gently fondle her heaving chest, exploring the texture of her skin and nipples. Jean gasped as his light touch felt like an electrical shock coursing through her body down to her pussy. His caresses slowly became harder as his excitement rose. He pinched her nipples slightly causing Jean to squeal softly. He looked over at Hank again. "I know what to do with a pair of tits like these. I just want to make sure you're ok with it?" 

"She's my slut! I'm ok with it! Enjoy yourself my friend! She likes it when you take charge!" 

Randy returned his focus to Jean. The look on his face changed from that of a young man, unsure of himself, to that of a sexual predator about to pounce on his prey. He dropped his hands. "Offer me your tits like you want to give them to me!" he commanded her. 

Jean's psyche responded to his demand as if her body could do nothing but obey his command. Her hands cupped her mammoth juggs and held them up to his face, as though she were offering them to him for his consumption. "Do you like my titties?" she asked in a quiet voice. 

Randy didn't answer. He just leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth sucking and licking on it as Jean held it up for him. The warmth and moistness of Randy's mouth sent shivers through Jean's body. Jean's sensitive nubs began to swell and harden as Randy's mouth slurped and sucked on them. After spending several minutes on one nipple he switched to the other. Jean's breathing became more labored as her tits were pleasured and tormented. Randy knew how to pleasure a woman's tits, and he was taking his time with Jean's. 

He could finally take it no longer. "Get down on your knees on the floor!" he commanded her. Jean slid off the chair and onto the floor between his legs. "Now take my cock out and show me how good a cock sucker you are!" Jean did as she was told, unbuckling his pants, then pulling them down along with his shorts. Randy's stiff pole laid against his stomach twitching with the anticipation of being buried in Jean's warm mouth. 

Jean lifted his stiff meat with her left hand as she cupped his nut sack with her right and massaged it gently. She started by licking the head of his cock like it was an ice cream cone. Randy's head dropped backwards as the sensuality of her actions swept over him. Jean had become an expert at sucking cock since she'd start her new life with Hank. He had told her everything he liked having her do to his cock. She licked the length of his shaft with the tip of her tongue, stopping when she got back to the head. She would give it light kisses, driving Randy insane with pleasure. Randy looked over at Hank. "She's incredible man!" 

Hank smiled. "I know man! She sucks cock like a $1,000 a night whore. But she's free." 

Jean slid her mouth over his shaft and slowly lowered her head till the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, gagging her. Then she pulled off slowly until only the head was in her mouth. She then repeated this process till she had Randy moaning with need and pleasure. Randy sat there and drank in the sensations Jean sent surging through his body as her mouth worked the length of his shaft. It didn't take long before Randy felt his orgasm building. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off his cock. "Not yet bitch! Let me see if you know how to use those big fat tits of yours!" 

Jean smiled up at him as she grabbed her tits and wrapped them around his glistening cock. She loved it when a man took control of her and talked down to her, like she was just a common whore. Yet one more thing Hank had awakened in her. Randy's cock slid up and down the length of the valley between her fun bags. His dream had finally come true. He was tit-fucking the sweetest pair of tits he'd ever seen or had the chance to experience. 

"You like fucking my big tits with you hard cock?" Jean asked with a sultry voice. She was now completely into the moment. She started licking the head of his cock when it slid out the top of her tit valley. 

Randy moaned as her soft, warm tit flesh pushed him closer to climax. "Ooohhh! What man wouldn't like fucking your fun bags." Randy looked over at Hank who was watching with great satisfaction. He knew what he'd be doing with her as soon as Randy left. "She's incredible Hank!" Randy praised her. Jean smiled to herself at Randy's words. "Anytime you need help with anything, you be sure to call me!" That gave Hank a good laugh. 

Randy groaned again. "Oh baby! I'm almost there! Almost there!" 

"Mmmmm!" Jean purred like a kitten. "You going to cover my tits with your juice stud? I love it when Hank shoots his juice all over my tits." Jean picked up the pace of her tits sliding up and down his shaft. Randy's head dropped back as he groaned. "Give me your juice babe! Cover my tits! Come on! Give it to me!" 

Randy started panting as his orgasm built. Just as he was about to explode, "Suck it bitch!" he yelled. Jean released his cock from between her tits and dropped her mouth down on the length of his shaft till she had completely devoured his meat stick. Randy instinctively reached for her head, wrapping his fingers in her hair as his orgasm slammed into him. "OOOHHH SHIT!" Randy yelled as his body stiffened, then started to shake as his cock exploded in Jean's sucking mouth. Jean swallowed as shot after shot of Randy's juice filled her mouth and coated her tongue. Randy held her head in place as he emptied himself. 




The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 06



Jean continued to milk his cock as his orgasm subsided. She did her best to pull every drop of his seed out of him that she could get. She had developed a taste for cock since becoming Hank's bitch. She knew this was only going to pushed in the weeks and months ahead. As Randy's cock deflated Jean licked it and diverted her attention to his nut sack. Randy looked down in amazement. Just about every blow job he'd received ended as soon as he'd shot his load. Jean continued to work his cock like the well trained slut she was becoming. 

Randy just sat there savoring every incredible minute, not wanting it to end. The only sounds in the condo were that of Randy's heavy breathing and Jean's slurping. 

"Alright you two!" Jean pulled off Randy's cock and looked around at Hank. "Stand up and take off your skirt!" he growled. Jean did as she was told. "Now get on your knees and crawl over here!" Jean dropped to her knees and crawled across the living room floor, her tits swaying back and forth as they hung from her chest. Randy watched her ass as she made her way across the floor. Jean slithered up between Hank's spread legs like a sensuous serpent, her hands wandering all over his legs and abdomen. The two lovers smiled at each other as Jean unbuckled his pants and opened them. She then reached inside his shorts and pulled out his stiffening cock. "Your turn baby!" she whispered. 

Jean leaned forward and rubbed her tits back and forth across Hank's cock. His cock felt like a fire stick on her sensitive nipples. She knew what her man liked, and she couldn't give enough of it to him. She dropped her head and swallowed his stiff meat. Hank laid his head back and savored the sensations Jean's mouth was sending through him. 

After several minutes Hank grabbed her head and pulled her off his cock. "Let me up," he said as he started to get up. Jean was pouting as she looked at him. Hank chuckled. "Don't worry my delicious slut! You're about to get all the cock your mouth can handle." He had Jean lay down on the couch with her head hanging over the arm rest. Hank stood at the end of the couch with his cock dangling over Jean's upturned face. He looked down at her. The intensity in his eyes sent a wave of erotic fear through Jean's body. "Now open your mouth. I'm gonna fuck your face!" 

Jean opened her mouth and took in a deep breath in preparation for what was in store for her. It was always hard for her at first whenever Hank wanted to deep throat her. But she'd grown a real liking for it. His domination and control of her was something she'd come to crave. 

Hank slid his cock into her gaping mouth slowly, allowing her to adjust. Jean smelled his musky odor as his balls hung in her face. He felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Hank groaned with satisfaction. He held his cock in place, her mouth impaled with his swelling fuck stick. "Now suck it bitch!" he grunted. Jean's body tensed as her ability to breath was momentarily blocked. Hank didn't move. Her body tensed and she wrapped her arms around his thighs. Was she trying to escape the invasion of her throat, or trying to pull her invader in deeper. Hank just grunted with satisfaction as he felt her throat wrap around his shaft and clamp down. He bent over and grabbed her tits, then began a steady humping of her mouth. 

Hank looked over at Randy. He was watching the entire scene mesmerized. He'd had never seen anything so intense and erotic as the relationship that Hank and Jean shared. "Get over here kid!" Hank commanded him. Randy didn't like being called a "kid", but at this point Hank could have called him whatever he wanted. Randy walked across the living room floor not knowing what was next. "Get down there between those legs and show me you can pleasure a woman." 

Randy looked down at Jean's spread legs. Her cunt was glistening from the juices that were gushing from her body. He dropped to his knees as his hands ran up the length of the insides of her thighs. Jean groaned as she felt his fingers sliding up her thighs towards her cunt. He ran his hands lightly over the folds of her pussy. His light touch and caresses told Jean this young guy knew how to pleasure a woman. His hands then pulled apart the lips of her pussy, revealing her pink gash. He slipped his two thumbs inside her and worked them all around, feeling the inside walls of her womb. 

Jean's body began to convulse and shake even as Hank kept her head pinned to the couch, his cock slicing in and out of her mouth and throat. Her groans sounded more like someone drowning with her mouth stuffed full of Hank's cock. 

Hank chuckled to Randy, "I think you hit the jackpot there buddy!" 

Randy smiled up at him in reply. "I think I did too! Let's see how she takes this." Randy dove for her cunt with his mouth and devoured her. At first he sucked in the lips of her pussy and nibbled on them, one side at a time, as his thumbs continued to explore inwardly. After several minutes of sucking on her cunt lips he gave his full attention to her swollen clit. Jean's body exploded as he sucked it in, stroking it with the tip of his tongue. Jean's body stiffened and then began shaking almost uncontrollably as her orgasm slammed into her. Hank had taken her and pushed her to another threshold she hadn't thought possible. 

Randy clamped onto her cunt and held tight, sucking and licking her as wave after euphoric wave of pleasure washed over Jean's body. 

Hank couldn't take it any longer. After watching his lover climax, and feeling her mouth and throat clamp around his pumping cock, he could hold off no longer. His cock erupted in her mouth. Jean coughed and choked as jet after jet of Hank's seed filled her. All Hank could do was grunt as he emptied himself down her throat, holding onto her heaving tits as he did so. Jean sucked and swallowed as best she could, her own orgasm still sending after shocks through her body. 

The two lovers were exhausted and spent when Hank finally pulled his cock from her mouth. He smiled down at her as his cock wiped across her face and then hung limply between his legs. "You are one incredible woman." 

Jean smiled up at him. "My pleasure!" her voice sounding like it had just been fucked. Which it had. 

Hank looked over at Randy who was now sitting on the floor, his face covered in Jean's cunt juice. "I think our young friend needs some relief again." Hank said as he noticed Randy's stiff cock. 

Jean slid off the couch and sat next to Randy. "Thank you!" she cooed in his ear. She wrapped her delicate fingers around his cock and began to rub him. "That was wonderful!" Jean jerked him off as Randy played with her tits. 

Later that night as Jean lay in Hank's arms, "I want you to let me know if Randy treats you with anything but respect!" Hank said softly as he stroked her head. 

Jean smiled, her head buried in his chest. "OK." She had no idea what Hank's plans were for her. What she did know was whatever they were, she couldn't wait.



The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 07



Hank and Jean dressed for work the next morning. Now that they were living together Hank decided it would be good to establish some guidelines for Jean's conduct and attire. She'd already given him a morning blow-job, and was told as she was doing so that this would be a morning ritual unless she was told otherwise. She was also informed that she would never be wearing panties again, to the office or anywhere else. As Hank told her, "This is my pussy now. I want to be able to play with it whenever I want." Jean slipped a low-cut beige lace bra on that barely supported her enormous jugs. Another guideline from Hank. She would wear some type of sexy bra under her conservative work clothes for the office whenever he wanted her to. And today was one of those days. 

Jean looked at herself in the mirror as she finished putting on her earrings and made those final touches of make-up. She looked good and she knew it. She was wearing a cream colored button up blouse, that she kept buttoned completely unless told otherwise by Hank, a beige skirt that buttoned up the front, that went down to just below her knees, and a blazer to give her a very professional look. 

She not only looked good, she felt good. She felt at peace for the first time in years. For years she'd lived in dread and fear of the comments that would come her way from the man she lived with. Now she actually looked forward to the comments. She was discovering quickly that while Hank was a demanding lover, he was also an attentive lover who always seemed to know what she needed and how to satisfy that need. But more importantly, she felt safe with Hank. 

Hank stood in the doorway smiling as he stared at her. "You are a gorgeous creature!" 

Jean turned and almost threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank you!" she said almost crying. "I love being here! I love being with you!" 

Hank chuckled that sinister laugh Jean had grown to love. "Good! I love having you here! I'm gonna keep you busy! Real busy!" 

Jean returned his smile. "Use me babe! I'm your bitch now! Use your bitch! Make me your slut! Make me your whore!" 

Hank dropped his hands and cupped her ass, pulling her body into his harder, groaning as he did. "I've got all kinds of wicked plans for you bitch! Now let's get to work!" 

They hadn't been at the office for 30 minutes before Jean's cell began ringing. It was Ed. Jean looked at Hank. "Your call babe." Hank told her. "You don't have to talk to him if you don't want." 

Jean thought for a second. "No! I want to!" She hit the button and began to talk. "Ed! We're over! It's over! I've put up with your shit long enough!" Jean pulled the phone from her ear as her husband began screaming in the phone, calling her every name in the book and threatening her with everything he could think of. Just as Hank was about to take the phone from Jean's hand she ended the call and turned her phone off. "I'm not taking his shit anymore!" she said defiantly. 

Hank smiled. "Good for you! From now on either me, or your divorce attorney will talk to him. Not you!" Hank went back to work thinking of how he could shove it in Ed's face. He then had a wicked thought. 

Both spent the day working on two separate cases that were coming to trial. Before either realized it, people were filing out of the building. It was 6:00 and everyone had gone home for the evening. Jean walked into Hank's office with the briefs she'd been working on all afternoon. "I think everyone has left," she said in passing. 

"Good!" Hank said as he continued working. "Why don't you pour us a couple of drinks." Jean walked over to the bar on the far wall and poured them both their favorite after work drinks. Just as she was about to turn and take Hank his drink, "Lock the door!" he ordered her. Jean grinned as she walked over to the door and turned the lock. She then returned to the bar, picked up their drinks and walked them around Hank's desk till she was standing next to him. He took his drink from her with his right hand as he slid his left hand up the inside of her thigh. His fingers glided over her skin as they made their way northward. He could feel the heat radiating from her cunt the closer he got to it. Jean felt her body tensing as he played with her. 

His fingers finally reached her fuck hole. His fingers quickly became covered in her juices. Jean moaned softly. Hank studied the expression on her face with satisfaction as he took a sip from his glass. Jean's eyes were closed as she leaned against the desk. Hank slipped his middle finger inside her pussy and pushed it all the way in slowly. Jean moaned loudly and spread her legs slightly without even realizing she was doing it. For several minutes he slid his finger in and out of her gushing cunt, exploring every crevice and rubbing her clit with his thumb. Her body was being driven towards climax. 

Hank pulled his hand from between her legs and stood up. "You're overdressed." He watched as Jean stepped back and began undressing. There was a time just a week ago that Jean would have hesitated before complying with Hank's order. Now she responded as though undressing in Hank's office was the most natural thing in the world, and something she'd been doing her whole life. Jean unbuttoned a few of the top ones on her skirt, just enough to slip it down her thighs. Her pussy glistened with her cunt juice. Hank reached out and stroked the length of her pussy as he took another drink. "There's a couple things I'll never get tired of. One is looking at you. The other is playing with you." Hank said as he sat back down. 

Jean began unbuttoning her blouse slowly, teasing Hank as she did. The sides of her blouse were spread further apart with each button. The fabric and buttons straining to contain her enormous mounds of flesh. When the last button was released Jean slid her blouse off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor next to her skirt. She started reaching behind her back to unsnap her bra when Hank stopped her. "Leave the bra on. At least for now." Jean stood there in her heels and lacy low cut bra. She looked like a slut, felt like one and couldn't wait to perform like one. 

Hank reached across his desk and cleared a portion of it, enough for Jean to lay on. "Climb up and lay down," he told her. Jean complied gladly almost giggling as she did. Jean laid on her back with her legs spread on either side of Hank's chair. He took her legs by the back of her knees and spread them apart and pushed them back till they were almost touching her chest. He dropped his head and began to devour her cunt and clit. Jean's body arched off the desk as his mouth worked its magic on the most sensitive part of her body. He licked and nibbled on her clit to a chorus of moans and groans coming from Jean. The longer he licked and sucked the more swollen her clit became and the closer she got to climaxing. Her breathing started coming in gasps as her orgasm built inside her. Hank sensing her impending climax pulled off her cunt and sat back. 

Jean whimpered with need as his mouth was pulled off her. "Get down here and show me what a great slut you are." Jean sat up and slid off the desk, then onto her knees between Hank's spread legs. Jean unbuckled his belt and then opened his pants. Without hesitation she then reached inside his shorts and pulled out his hard erection. Hank smiled at his eager slut as he lifted his ass enough to slide his pants off. Jean let go of his cock long enough to pull his pants down and take them off, throwing them to the side. She then returned her loving attention to his male meat and the sack that hung under it. With her left hand she stroked his pole, while right hand cupped his nut sack and massaged it. Hank sipped his drink as Jean stroked his cock. 

"Use those sweet tits of yours!" 

Jean leaned forward with a tit in each hand, wrapped them around his stiff member and began working them up and down the length of his shaft. Jean looked up at Hank as she tit-fucked him. The look in her eyes told him what he already knew. She belonged to him and she couldn't please him enough. 

Hank reached for his cell phone on his desk. Jean thought he was going to take a picture. Instead he started to dial a number. Hank put his phone to his ear. "Hey Ed! This is Hank!" Jean's eyes widened in shock. She momentarily stopped her tit-fucking as she listened to what was being said. Hank snapped his fingers and pointed to her tits. She knew what he wanted. She commenced her tit-fucking again. "Listen Ed. I know all about your slapping Jean around. That's never going to happen again." Jean could hear Ed screaming into the phone, even though she couldn't make out what he was saying. Hank let him scream for a minute before interrupting him. "No Ed, she's not coming home. I know you've been trying to call her all day. She hasn't wanted to talk to you." 

Ed said a few more things that Jean couldn't understand. Hank grabbed her head by her hair and pushed it down. Jean opened her mouth and inhaled the length of his pole. Hank groaned softly as he continued his conversation. "No Ed, she can't come to the phone right now. She's kind of busy." Jean swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. Hank chuckled softly knowing what she was trying to do. He also knew he was about to turn the tables on her. "Ooohhh, yeah Ed, she's real busy right now. She'll be on the phone in a second. But in the meantime, here's the deal. Jean's seeking legal counsel for how she wants to proceed. You're never going to hit her again. NEVER!! If you try to find her, or come looking for her, I'll slap you with every legal restraining order I can come up with!" Hank pumped her head up and down as he talked. "And that's after I beat the shit out of you, you abusive little prick!" 

Hank pulled Jean's head off his cock and motioned for her to lean over his desk. Jean stood up and leaned over the desk with her elbows resting on it. Hank stood up and positioned himself behind Jean's upturned ass. With his left hand he took his cock and used it to rub the length of Jean's pussy. Jean moaned softly as he pushed her body and mind. "Here Ed. She can talk now." Hank threw the phone on the desk next to Jean. Jean looked back at Hank over her shoulder and gave him that 'what the fuck are you doing?' look. Hank smirked as he slid the head of his cock inside her cunt. Jean groaned softly again, knowing her torture was just beginning. 

As Jean reached for the phone Hank grabbed her by the hips and shoved the length of his cock inside her pussy. Jean groaned into the phone, "what do you want Ed?" Jean tried to listen to what was being said over the phone. But it was difficult as Hank began a steady pounding of her pussy, shaking her body with each thrust. The orgasm he had almost brought her to just a few minutes before was now brewing again in her gut. 

Hank could hear Ed screaming at Jean through the phone. The more he heard, the more contempt he had for the guy. 

"We're over Ed!" Jean screamed into the phone. "I'm tired of your abuse and shit!" Jean was being pushed closer and closer to climaxing with each thrust of Hank's cock. The fact she was being fucked while on the phone with the guy who had screwed with her life for the last twenty years only intensified her pleasure. Ed continued to scream into the phone wanting to know where she was at and what she was doing. 

Hank pulled his cock out of her. Jean's cunt made a sucking noise as it tried to hold onto it. Hank held his cock and used the head to rub her clit and the length of her slit. Jean groaned, no longer able to hold it in. Hank rubbed her clit with his cock driving her closer to orgasm and losing control. "OOOOHHHH!!" Jean moaned. "It's none of your damn business where I'm at! We're done!" she screamed again. Hank shoved his cock into her cunt again, pounding her with more intensity than before, causing Jean to grunt with each thrust. "UGH! UGH! UGH!" 

Hank heard Ed scream wanting to know what was going on. "OH FUCK ME!" Jean moaned. "I'M CUMMMMIIINNNGGG" she screamed. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room. Hank smiled as pounded away at his sensuous lover as she was laid across his desk. The phone slipped from Jean's hand as her orgasm shook her. "OOOOHHHH FFFUUUCCCKKKK!" she screamed as her body was wracked with one orgasmic spasm after another. She'd completely forgotten about Ed being on the phone. "UGH! UGH! UGH!" she grunted through her orgasm. 

Just as Jean's orgasm was subsiding Hank felt his coming on. "OK! It's my turn!" he panted as their sweaty bodies slapped together. He reached up and grabbed a handful of Jean's hair and yanked her head back, taking complete control of her body. 

"That's it baby!" Jean moaned. "Fuck that cunt! Fuck your slut good!" 

Hank was grunting with each thrust of his cock into her gaping cunt. Her cunt felt like it was on fire. His balls were boiling, just seconds from exploding his seed into her womb. 

Jean reached under her and between their legs. She grabbed his nut sack, and began to massage it. Hank's cock exploded. "OOHH SHIT!" he moaned. His body shook and convulsed as he blew his load inside her fuck canal. He held her by the hair, riding her like a mare that had been broken, grunting with each spasm of his body. Jean pushed back, matching his pounding of her body. The two lovers rode each other through his orgasm. When he was finished, Hank pulled out and collapsed into his chair panting. 

Jean lay there for several seconds before reaching over and grabbing the cell phone again. She could feel Hank's spunk running down her leg as she put the phone to her ear. Ed was still screaming and wanting to know what was going on. Jean had had enough. "What the hell do you think is going on you stupid asshole." She paused. "We're done asshole! We're done! The next call you get from me, will be from my lawyer." Jean turned the phone off and slid it across the desk. She continued to lay on the desk enjoying that euphoric feeling the follows a good fucking. 

Jean looked over her shoulder at Hank with a grin. "That was a dirty trick!" 

Hank returned her smile. "I thought you'd like that. How was it getting fucked while you were on the phone with that prick?" 

Jean giggled. "Fantastic! He deserved that!" 

"I know!" Hank swatted her ass as it stared him in the face. "Get dressed! Let's get something to eat and go home! You can feed me those two big melons of yours tonight for my dessert."



The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 08



Hank sat on his couch in the office reading over the report Jake, the Firm's private investigator, had compiled over the last week. After twenty minutes he looked up at Jake who was sitting across from him sipping on a beer from Hank's mini-fridge. "You've been busy over the last week." 

"Sid told me to devote all my time to this one. I hope it helps Jean. She seems like a classy lady." Jake answered. He was good at what he did. He had been a detective in the Chicago Police Department for 16 years before being shot while investigating a case ended his career with the department. 

"It looks like our boy has been hiding quite a bit from the IRS." Hank observed with a smirk 

Jake smiled. "I thought you'd like that part." 

"Like it! I love it! I think I'll pay the asshole a visit and give him a chance to "do the right thing!" Hank sarcastically said. 

"You going to let Jean know?" Jake asked. 

"I don't know. Not right now. When the time is right. I want to deal with asshole myself." Hank stood up and held out his hand. "Thanks Jake! Sid says you're the best! He's right!" 

Jake shook his hand. "Just doing my job. But I will confess. I took special pleasure in this one. The guy's a real prick!" 

It had been a week since Hank had called Ed while he took Jean in his office. Ed hadn't tried to get ahold of her during that time which had Hank somewhat concerned. He knew what he had done to Ed over the phone would be considered by most, cruel. But Hank had no use for abusive assholes. As far as he was concerned, Ed had it coming. 

Jean walked in the office as Jake was leaving. They greeted each other. Jake gave her chest an admiring glance and kept on walking. Jean smiled as she noticed Jake's eyes lingering on her cleavage. She was wearing a conservative outfit, but Hank had unbuttoned a couple of the top buttons on her blouse, allowing her huge breasts to push the lapels apart. She had never been much of an exhibitionist before Hank. This was yet another aspect of her psyche he had touched and awakened in her. She liked being stared at by men now. Knowing they were lusting after her. Knowing that she was having an effect on them. But she also knew this was because she felt safe, and was safe with Hank. "What was Jake working on? I didn't know we had any cases he was needed for." 

"We aren't! He was working on something for me. Besides checking you out." Hank looked up with a smile as he shoved Jake's report into his briefcase. "He appreciates an attractive bitch when he sees one." 

"He is an attractive man!" Jean said coyly. She enjoyed getting a rise out of Hank whenever she could. They were beginning to develop a banter between them that she enjoyed. Another aspect of that freedom she felt with Hank, she'd never felt before.  

Hank laughed. "So you like ole Jake do you?" 

"He's alright." Jean said smiling. "Where's Randy been all week? I haven't seen him lately." 

Hank's eyebrows lifted with an almost shocked look on his face. Jean hadn't mentioned Randy since the day he'd help them move her stuff into Hank's condo. "You been thinking about Randy have you?" 

Jean blushed slightly. "No. Just wondering." 

"And what exactly were you wondering?" Hank asked tormenting her. 

Jean looked down a little embarrassed. "Oh, I don't know. I was wondering if he was coming over again." 

Hank walked around his desk and took Jean in his arms, holding her tightly as he taunted her. "You liked servicing two cocks, didn't you? Tell the truth now!" 

Jean looked up at Hank with a smile. "Yes! That was fun!" 

"Well maybe we should expand your horizons and see just how deep that hunger of yours goes. Interested?" Hank asked as his hand slid up her side and engulfed her heaving tit. He squeezed it like it was a giant sponge. Jean moaned softly. 

"What did you have in mind?" Jean asked as she felt her body tensing. 

"I think you need a good hard gangbang. Does that sound like something you'd like to try?" 

"Mmmmmmmm! That does sound like fun! I guess it would depend on who it was." 

Hank chuckled. "Well you dirty little slut! I've got myself a horny slut on my hands!" 

"You made me this way. Now you better take care of that need." Jean teased him. 

Hank gave her the most sinister grin Jean had ever seen. "Oh I'm going to take care of that need babe. I'm going to do my best to turn you into a sex addict." 

Hank thought about Jake's report the rest of the day and how best to handle it. He'd dealt with guys like Ed before. Their narcissism dictated their thought processes so much, often times their reactions were governed by self-preservation instead of what would be the right thing to do. He made up his mind as they drove home from the office that evening. "I've got an errand to run. I'll drop you off at the condo. I shouldn't be too long." 

Jean looked at him knowing something was going on. "Do I need to know about whatever you're up to?" 

"In time. Not now!" Hank dropped Jean off in front of their condo and pulled back into traffic heading towards Ed's office. From what Hank had read in Jake's report this is where he'd probably be at this time of day. Hank parked his car and walked into the building, knowing exactly where he was going thanks to the thoroughness of Jake's report. Hank walked into Ed's office carrying a folder with a copy of Jake's report. 

Ed looked up as Hank walked through the door. "What the hell are you doing here? I oughtta beat the shit out of you!" he growled as he stood up and started to walk around his desk. 

Hank held up his hand to stop Ed. "I didn't come here to fight you Ed. But if you ever do come after me, I swear that when I'm finished with you your own mother won't recognize you." Hank paused staring Ed down. He knew Ed was all talk and would back down if stood up to. That's how bully's operate. They only go after people who they can intimidate. Ed stood beside his desk trying to decide what his next move should be. "I came here to give you a friendly warning. Leave Jean alone! She's no longer your bitch to slap around as you please." Ed's face slowly turned red from the rage rising within him. Hank noticed it. "That's right asshole! I know all about your slapping Jean around. Why don't you try to slap me around?!" Hank challenged him. 

As soon as he said it he kicked himself. He told himself he wasn't going to let his anger towards Ed get the best of him, and he had. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Your marriage is over. All contact with Jean will be through her lawyer now. I'll have him contact you. I would suggest you make this divorce as amicable as possible. If you make it ugly this will find its way to the IRS." He threw the folder onto his desk. "So far, I'm the only one who knows about this! Make life difficult for Jean, and everyone will know about it!" Hank turned and walked out the door. He knew the evidence he had on Ed was damning enough to keep him in line. 

As Hank drove back to his condo he thought that was the way he wished all confrontations went, short and to the point. Get it over and get out. He knew he'd have to tell Jean eventually. But he wanted to talk to her lawyer first to make sure he knew. 

"Did you get your errand run?" Jean asked as he walked in the door. 

Hank dropped his briefcase next to the door as his eyes drank in his lover. She was barefoot and topless. 'She is so damn gorgeous!' he thought to himself as he stared. "Yeah, I got my errand run." He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm glad you belong to me!" 

"Me too!" Jean smiled. 

"How long before dinner's ready?" he asked. He lifted his hand and cupped her breast. 

"Thirty minutes. You can't keep your hands off those things can you?" she asked half laughing. 

"Nope! I like playing with them! I like playing with you!" He took her nipple between his thumb and finger and squeezed. Jean bit her lower lip as the pressure on her sensitive nub increased. Hank bent down and kissed her tenderly. "I'm going to take a shower before dinner." 

Hank sat on the couch reviewing some paperwork from work as he nursed a beer. Jean walked in and curled up on the couch next to him. "Dinner was excellent!" Hank complimented her. "You can cook for me anytime!" 

"I'm glad you liked it! Now what's a girl gotta do to get a little action around here?" 

Hank grinned sitting there pretending to ignore her. Jean decided to play the game. She started to pout with her arms folded across her chest. Hank couldn't help but laugh. He slid his sweat pants down his legs, then reached out and grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her down into his lap. "You know what to do bitch!" 

Jean inhaled his meat stick in her mouth while her hand cupped his ball sack and massaged it. Hank reached for his cell phone. He thought talking with Ed on the phone the other day was such a turn on, he wanted to do that more often. Jean's head started to bob up and down slowly as she worked his manhood with the proficiency of the cock sucking slut she'd become. Hank groaned as he wrapped his fingers in her hair. "Damn your good!" 

Hank dialed his phone. "Hey Tony! How are you buddy?' 

"Hey Hank! It's been awhile! What are you up to these days?" 

Hank stroked the back of Jean's head as she dutifully worked his meat, her tongue swirling around the head as her lips slid up and down the length of the shaft. He groaned softly as he answered Tony's question. "Not much! Working a lot of hours and enjoying the finer things in life." 

"I hear you buddy. Seems like the harder I work, the further I get behind. Doesn't leave room for anything else." 

"I know what you mean! Hey! I was wondering. It's been awhile since we had a poker night. Would you and Jerry and Leon be interested in having one?" Jean massaged his balls as she brought him closer to exploding in her mouth. 

"That sounds like a lot of fun! Did you have a night in mind?" Tony asked enthusiastically. 

"How about this Friday evening? You guys provide the beer and I'll supply the meal." Hank smiled at his double meaning. "Say 6:30 my place?" 

"Sounds like a plan Hank. I'll call Jerry and Leon and let them know." 

"Perfect! Thanks Tony! Tell the guys to come hungry." 

Tony laughed. "Man, we're always hungry!" 

Hank returned his laugh. "That's what I'm counting on. See you guys Friday evening." Hank hung up his phone and tossed it on the table. "Now we'll see just how badly you want to feel what it's ilke to be taken by four horny guys." Hank held a fistful of Jean's hair as her head bobbed up and down. He was close to cumming when he realized what he really wanted. Pulling her head off his cock, he pulled her into a sitting position next to him. His lust for her was consuming him. "I think it's time I finally take your ass." His statement was more of a warning than a declaration. 

Jean's eyes widened as he stood up and laid her on the couch. He pushed her legs back till her knees were touching her chest. He then knelt down on the floor between her spread legs. Jean looked down at him through her spread legs wondering what was coming next. "Hold these!" Hank said as he pushed her legs further back, her cunt and ass exposed and vulnerable to whatever he had planned. Jean wrapped her arms around her legs at the back of her knees. 

Hank looked down with lust and hunger in his eyes, her pink snatch staring back at him, glistening from the moisture oozing from her pussy. His fingers from his left hand began to stroke her clit, gliding over her lips and swelling nub. Jean moaned as he worked her body and played with her. "I think we need to get you all ready for the party this Friday." Hank decided to give her a foretaste of what would be coming her way on Friday evening. He shoved two fingers in her cunt and began a slow finger fucking as he told her about his friends. "You're going to like the guys. We all served together. It's been awhile since I saw them. But we'll get reunited this Friday. They're going to love you." Hank picked up the pace of his fingers slicing in and out of her cunt, as his thumb worked her clit. Jean's body tensed as she felt her orgasm building. "I haven't given you permission to cum bitch!" Hank almost yelled. Jean's eyes shot open as she realized Hank was going to deny her the satisfaction she desperately needed. Jean tried to regain control as Hank continued to push her and play with her cunt. He smiled as he watched her frustration building. 

"Tony is a real ladies man. He'll start flirting with you the moment he walks in the door. Jerry's a decent guy. Quiet. But a good guy. He likes his women with big tits too. He's going to love yours." 

Jean's body was shaking, her stomach cramping as she fought off climaxing. "OOOHHH Please! Please!" she whimpered. She felt like she was going to crawl out of her skin. She needed it so bad. 

"Please what bitch?" Hank taunted her as he pummeled her cunt with his fingers. 

"OOOOHHHHH PLEASE MASTER! MAY I CUMMMMMM!?" 

"Tell me what you are and who you belong to!" 

Jean was almost beyond controlling her body and emotions. Her body shook as she cried out her response. "I'm your whore, your bitch, your dirty slut!! PLEASE!! OH PLEASE!!" 

Hank's fingers were a blurr as they pumped her pussy. "COME FOR ME BITCH!! COME FOR ME!!" Hank shouted at her. 

Jean's body exploded. "AAAAAEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH FFFUUUCCCKKK ME!!" Jean screamed, her body shaking and convulsing. Her orgasm was so intense she began to cry as wave after wave of euphoric pleasure washed over her body. Hank smiled as he watched his gorgeous creature writhing on the couch. He reached up with his other hand to pinch and pull on her nipples, sending a new wave sensations coursing through her body. Jean was panting and grunting as her body descended from the sexual high she'd just been driven to. She opened her eyes and looked up at the man who was pushing her button, literally. 

"That was one!" he said with a grin. He pulled his fingers that were now dripping with her cunt juices out of her pussy and played with the opening of her ass. It was tight. He inserted his middle finger into her ass to the first knuckle. Jean grunted at the intrusion. Her sphincter was as tight as a drum. Hank pushed further till his entire finger was buried in her ass. Jean let out a loud grunt and gasp as her body was invaded in a way she was not accustomed to. Hank began a slow fucking of his finger inside her. Her ass felt like it was on fire to Hank. It felt like his finger was going to get burned if he left it in there for too long. 

Jean grunted with every thrust of his finger in her ass. He pulled it out and spread more of her cunt juices all over it, then shoved it back in. There was nothing tender or gentle about how Hank was taking her ass. Jean tried to squirm away from the assault, but her body was pinned to the couch. Just as Jean's body was adjusting to Hank's one finger, he inserted a second, renewing his efforts in pushing her body. 

Jean groaned, "Oooohhhhh, too much!" 

Hank chuckled as he stretched her ass beyond anything she'd ever experienced before. Jean felt like her ass was being ripped apart as his two fingers began a slow pumping. After a couple minutes her body began to adjust. Hank bent down and spit on his fingers several times. He knew the third finger in her ass would push her to the edge of her endurance. Again, just as her body was relaxing from the intrusion of two fingers, Hank placed his third finger at the entrance of her ass and began to shove. 

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Jean screamed. "NOOO MORE!" 

Hank maintained the pressure as he pushed three fingers into her. Jean's ass was on fire as it was stretched and stuffed. "This is nothing babe compared to what you're going to get on Friday. Between Jerry and Leon, they'll keep your ass stuffed all night long. So I wanted to get you nice and stretched out. Plus, I wanted to be the first one to take your virgin ass. I own you. I think I should be the first to stuff it with cock meat." 

Jean couldn't respond. All she could do was grunt and moan as Hank's assault on her ass went on unrelentingly. As his fingers worked in and out of Jean's ass, Hank began to rub her clit with his thumb. Now for the first time since Hank started his violation of her ass, Jean began to feel pleasure mingled with the pain being inflicted on her. Her groans of pain slowly morphed into moans of pleasure and need. The searing pain slowly transforming into a throbbing pleasure. 

Hank watched with satisfaction as her body began to respond the way he'd wanted it to, and knew eventually it would. He pulled his fingers out of her ass and wrapped his arms around her legs as Jean was still holding them up. He laid them on his chest, her ankles hanging over his shoulders. "Now it's time for the real thing," he said as he shoved his cock in the valley between her legs. Now it was his turn to moan as he felt the warmth and moisture of Jean's cunt envelop his stiff member. "Damn! You feel good!" Hank pumped his cock between the folds of her soaked cunt, coating his shaft with her juices. Jean shuddered as his cock glidded over her clit. Her pain was now pure pleasure. When his cock was adequately covered in her cream he positioned the head at the opening of her ass. "You ready?" he asked looking down at his bitch. He really didn't care if she was ready. He was going to take her ass, and he wasn't going to be denied. 

The look on Jean's face was no longer one of pain. She looked up at Hank with lust and desire in her eyes. "Fuck your slut's ass babe! Come on! Give it to me!" 

Hank shoved his cock into her ass, burying it balls deep. Jean grunted as her bowels were filled once again, this time without the pain. "Damn, you got a tight, hot ass!" he gasped as he commenced a steady pumping of it. He then reached up with both hands, squeezing and mauling her tits the way he enjoyed. 

The two lovers stared at each other in silence. Both lost in their own thoughts and the sensations overtaking them. Jean smiled. This was not just another fucking. This was a joining of their bodies. This was her master and lover taking her in a way that she knew he'd wanted to, and a way she'd fantasized about since the first time Hank took her. Hank knew how to pleasure his bitch. He also knew how to take what he wanted from her, when he wanted it. 

Hank's grunts became deeper as his orgasm built. Their bodies slapping together with each thrust of his cock. "You ready bitch?" 

"Give it to me babe! Fill my ass! Fill me up!" Jean moaned, her own orgasm building. She slid her hand between her legs, rubbing her throbbing clit. 

"Rub that pussy you dirty slut! Cum for me you horny bitch!" Jean moaned as Hank talked dirty to her. Her body began to tense as her orgasm built. "That's it! Cum for me you dirty whore!" 

"OOOOOOHHHHHHH!!" Jean moaned. Her body began to shake. Her back arched up off the couch as her body convulsed uncontrollably. "AAAAAEEEEEAAAAHHHHH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" She kept screaming over and over. Her ass being taken for the first time coupled with Hank's domination of her mind and body added to the intensity of her climax. 

Hank seeing his lover writhing beneath him and feeling her sphincter clamping down on his cock pushed him over the edge. Both their bodies were now covered in perspiration as Hank filled her gut with his seed, grunting with every thrust of his cock. "UGH! UGH! MILK IT BITCH! UGH!" Her ass felt like it was on fire as his cream oozed out around his rod and down the crack of her ass. Her ass would now become a regular part of the menu for him. 

As his orgasm diminished his thrusts became slower and gentler. He finally leaned forward, almost collapsing on her body. "You ok?" he grunted softly. 

"Yeah! That hurt at first. But we'll have to do that again." she replied with a half-hearted smile. 




The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 08



"Well you'll probably get that all night on Friday. You ready for that?" 

Jean smiled weakly. "I guess we'll find out. Ought to be fun!"



The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 09



The fear and excitement in Jean grew with each passing day, as Friday drew near. Hank was planning something for her she'd never experienced before. The thought of being taken by four men both scared her, and excited her beyond anything she could describe to someone if she'd had to. Hank had awakened her "inner slut", as he liked to call it, and there were days she was afraid it would consume her. The sexual hunger within her was almost insatiable. The more Hank fed it, the greater her cravings became for more intense sexual experiences and sensations. The thought that scared her the most as Friday approached was 'what if this became something I crave on a regular basis after this?' The evenings festivities weren't what scared her the most. It was her reaction to them afterwards that terrified her. 

Jean almost jumped out of her skin when the intercom buzzed in the hallway at 6:15. Hank walked over to it and hit the talk button. "Yes?" 

"Hey Hank it's just us!" Tony responded with his usual upbeat tone. "You ready to lose some money buddy?" 

Hank buzzed them in as he chuckled. "Come on in guys. You know where I'm at." Then he walked into the living room where Jean sat. Her eyes had that wild look as she anticipated what was about to take place. "You ok?" Hank asked with a half smile. He knew she was nervous. But he also knew she couldn't wait for what was about to happen. 

As she sat there with her hands folded in her lap she looked the proper housewife, conservatively dressed with a skirt that went past her knees and a blouse baggy enough to hide her enormous breasts, hair perfectly brushed, make-up sparingly applied. "I'll tell you when to go change." Hank informed her. "Understand?" Jean shook her head acknowledging his command. 

They heard the guys coming down the hallway long before they heard the knock at the door. Hank opened it grinning from ear to ear. It had been a couple months since the friends had seen each other. "Hank!" Tony yelled with his held out. The two friends embraced and slapped each other on the back. Tony walked past Hank into the condo allowing Jerry and Leon to greet Hank in turn. The four men walked into the living room laughing and joking till they saw Jean for the first time. 

"Guys! This is Jean! She's a very good friend of mine," he paused and looked straight at her, "and my bitch!" The guys joking and laughing fell silent as Hank just smiled at Jean. After what seemed like several minutes, when it had only been several seconds, Jerry spoke up. "What do you mean 'she's your bitch?'" 

Hank looked at him with that look he used to give them when he commanded them in the Army. That look that said, 'you really can't be that stupid, can you?' "I mean just what I said. She's my bitch, and will do anything I ask of her." 

Tony walked over to her and held out his hand. "Jean, you're a beautiful lady! Let me take you away from this asshole," he said jokingly. He then kissed her hand as he squeezed it gently. 

Jean giggled at Tony's flirting. Hank had said he would do just what he was doing. Hank knew his friends. "Hank warned me about you!" 

"He did, did he? What exactly did he tell you about me?" Tony asked with a smile. 

"Well, he said you're a real ladies man and charmer, and you like big tits." Jean said without blushing. The freedom she had discovered being with Hank was something she was still reveling in. Six months ago she would have never spoken so frankly about sexual things. Now she's flirting with a guy who's about to take her, even though he didn't know it yet. 

Tony threw his head back in laughter. "He's got me there Jean! Guilty on both counts! I do like my ladies with big racks! And you certainly have a nice pair!" 

"Well thank you kind sir! 

Jerry and Leon stood in the entryway to the lIving room listening to the dialogue between Tony and Jean. Occasionally they'd look over at Hank to see his reaction to what was being said. Hank just smiled as the tension in the room mounted. 

"I'm hungry!" Hank wanted to keep the evening moving along. "I see you guys brought the drinks." Leon was carrying a thirty pack of beer. Just enough for the evenings poker game. "Let's eat! The pizzas should be out of the oven in a few minutes." 

The guys went into the dining room and sat down around the dining room table while Jean went into the kitchen to get the pizzas for everyone. When she came back out carrying one of the pizzas, the guys noticed she had unbuttoned her blouse enough to see the valley between her tits as they strained against the fabric. Hank continued to grin as he watched the gaze of each guy focus on the those succulent jugs of Jeans. The talking around the table slowly died as each man became mesmerized with Jean's body and sensuality. "You've got a really fine looking woman there Hank!" Leon said in his deep booming voice. 

"That she is Leon! That she is! And she's a real tigress in bed!" Hank added. 

"And why are you telling us all this?!" Jerry asked angrily. He was getting frustrated, and he didn't like the way Hank and Jean were teasing them. 

"Relax Jerry! The evening is young." Hank said softly. 

"Relax!" Jerry almost screamed. "How the hell are we supposed to relax when you've got your lady strutting around here with her tits hanging out for our inspection?" 

Jean commenced with cutting the pizzas and passing out the pieces to the hungry men. She couldn't bring herself to make eye contact with anyone. The buzz going through her body because of all the attention she was getting almost had her to the point of shaking. Tony's arm brushed against hers as she passed out the pizza slices. It felt like an electric shock running through her body. She was on display before four hungry men, and she knew this was just the beginning. After she finished passing out the pizza slices she went into the kitchen to get another round of beers for everyone. As she was reaching in the refrigerator for the cans Hank walked in the kitchen and up to her. 

He wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts, squeezing them as he spoke. "I'll take care of their thirst. Go change like we talked about and wait in the bedroom till I call for you." Jean turned in his arms to face him. "Nervous?" Hank asked. 

"Maybe a little. More excited though. And you're right, Tony is a real charmer." She added with a giggle. 

Hank's eyebrow raised and he gave her his stern look. "Just remember bitch who you belong to. Cross that line with me and I'll turn your ass ten shades of red." 

Jean giggled again. "Promise?" As she walked away she wiggled her ass at Hank teasingly. 

Hank walked back into the dining room with another round of beers in his arms. "Alright gentlemen, let's play some cards." The guys cleared the table of all the pizza as Hank retrieved the cards and shuffled them. The guys started pulling out their money when Hank stopped them. "Put your money away guys. Tonight the stakes are going to be much higher." 

They guys looked at each other with a little concern on their faces. "Man, I'm not staking my car for a poker game Hank!" Jerry voiced his concern. 

Hank laughed as he passed out the cards for the first hand. "Relax guys. We're here to have some fun. Besides, I don't want that piece of junk. The nights game is very simple. We play three hands of poker. The winner of the first hand sits out the second and third hand. The winner of the second hand sits out the third hand. Then the last two standing play for third and fourth spots." 

"So what are we playing for?" Leon asked quizzically. 

"You'll find out shortly. Just play like this is the most important game you've ever played." Hank replied with a serious look on his face. The first hand was won by Jerry. 

As the guys played poker Jean changed into the outfit that Hank had laid out for her. Her heart raced as she anticipated what was about to happen. Her mind jumping back and forth between excitement and fear at the thought of being taken by four men. And then there was the question of how long would this last. She began to shake as she envisioned what was about to happen to her. 

The second hand was won by Tony. Hank won the third hand, which made Leon the fourth place finisher. 

"OK! So now what?" Tony asked. It was evident the guys were getting a little irritated at Hank, not knowing what he was planning. Hank knew it, but took it in stride. He knew his guys. He knew once they knew what was coming their irritation would turn to complete cooperation instantly. 

"Jean!" Hank yelled. "Get your ass in here!" 

Jean walked out of the bedroom and into the dining room. As soon as the guys saw her their mouths dropped open. She had changed into a black lace low cut bra, that barely held up her huge tits, and a pair of black silk stockings held up by a black lace garter belt. She was wearing no panties. She walked out on 4" spiked heels, her legs wobbling slightly, not from the heels but from the adrenaline pumping through her body. Jean walked around the table as each man stared at her, drinking in her beauty and sensuality, and stood next to Hank as he sat there. Hank wrapped his one arm around her waist and pulled her tightly to his body. He reached up with his other hand and began stroking her glistening pussy. Jean moaned softly as Hank's finger caressed her swelling clit while three lust-filled men watched in eager anticipation for what might be coming next. "Gentlemen, Jean is not just my friend. She's my lover and slut. She told me not too long ago that she fantasized about being taken by a group of guys, and servicing them. You gentlemen are going to be the lucky recipients of fulfilling her fantasy." 

"Well let's get this party started!" Jerry yelled as he slapped his hands together then the table. 

"Not so fast!" Hank said sternly. "Tonight's not just about our enjoyment, but Jean's as well. The reason we played a few hands of cards was to determine the order of things. Before any of you get to fuck her, each man has to prove he can pleasure a woman. Tony, grab that blanket over the back of the couch and lay it on the table." Tony retrieved the blanket and spread it out on the table. Hank looked up at Jean who was still standing next to him. "Up on the table babe. On your back." Jean sat up on the table and laid back with her legs hanging over the edge. Hank spun her around on the blanket till her cunt was facing Jerry. "You're up first Jerry. You two hold her arms while Jerry eats her. Each man has to get her off twice." 

Leon and Tony grabbed her wrists and pulled them back till her body was stretched to the max. Jerry grabbed her legs by the ankles and lifted them up and out, exposing her pink snatch. Jean's pussy was already soaked from the juices her body was gushing. Jerry draped her legs over his shoulders before he started playing with her pussy. Jean's body arched up and off the table as his touch felt like an electric shock coursing through her body. She moaned with need. Jerry's fingers explored tender flesh, sliding in and out of every moist crevice. Jean's moans slowly became sobs of need as her body was pushed by a man she'd never met till this evening. Jerry finally slipped two fingers into her cunt as he lowered his head and sucked in her throbbing clit. 

Jean's body erupted in its first orgasm of the evening. She screamed as her back arched up off the table, and her legs wrapped around Jerry's head in a vise grip. She tried to pull her hands free from her captors, but was unable as Tony and Leon held on tightly. They both smiled as they watched her body's reaction to the pleasure it was receiving. Jerry lapped up her juices as he continued to suck and nibble on her clit. Jean shook uncontrollably as Jerry worked her pussy like a man who knew how to pleasure a woman. Her pleasure was only intensified by the fact she was pinned to the dining room table, unable to move. She was now at the mercy of four men who were going to pleasure her and use her for their pleasure. 

Jerry continued to work her pussy with his mouth, reaching around her thighs with his hands and squeezing her tits. He began pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Within minutes Jean was bucking and screaming through her second orgasm as Tony and Leon held her pinned to the table Jean's body continued to spasm and shake even after her orgasm subsided. "You've got yourself one beautiful bitch here Hank." Leon said smiling up at him. 

"I know! I wanted to see how she responded to being taken by four of us. So far I'm not disappointed." 

Jean opened her eyes at Hank's words and looked up at him with the longing of a woman needing to be held by the man who owned her. She knew she wanted this. She wanted to know what it was like to be taken by a group of hungry men. Men who would use her like a fuck doll and leave her aching for more. But she also needed to know that she was pleasing the man who owned her mind, soul and body. She needed to feel his arms wrapped around her and be told she still belonged to him. 

Hank saw the look in her eyes and knew exactly what she was thinking. He reached across the table and caressed her face. "Later babe. For now, just enjoy the ride." 

Jerry lifted his head smiling, his cheeks and chin soaked from her juices. "Who's next?" 

"I am man!" Tony spoke up without hesitation. "Slide the pussy around here and let me show you how it's done." Tony's bravado gave the guys a good laugh. 

They spun Jean around the table on the blanket till Tony's head was positioned between her legs. Her legs were getting tired from being held in the air after only one eating and she still had three to go. Hank once again sensed her struggle. "Jerry, grab an arm and leg." Hank got one side her body and grabbed her arm by the wrist and her leg by the ankle. Jerry got on the other side and did the same. They both pulled her legs back till they were almost parallel with the table, exposing her cunt and ass to Tony for whatever he had in store for her. Jean had never felt so vulnerable and helpless, yet so turned on, as she did at that moment. 

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Tony said. "A nice pink juicy pussy just waiting to be eaten. Mama I'm gonna eat you so good!" 

"Oh would you shut the fuck up and just do it!" Leon bellowed. "I swear. You're going to talk the poor woman to death before you bring her off!" 

Tony dropped his head and began licking from her ass to her cunt and back again. Licking, sucking, nibbling, biting. Jean's body was sent into overdrive as one erotic sensation after another took control of her. She was quickly discovering that each man had his own technique for eating a woman's pussy and pleasuring her. Her world began to spin as the sensations took over. 

Leon stood watching for a few minutes before deciding he'd had enough of being a spectator. He leaned over her from between Jerry and Hank and grabbed both her tits with his massive hands. Jean's tits were huge, but they were no match for his massive paws. He squeezed them and pushed them together as he pinched and played with her hard nipples. Jean moaned, almost a whimper, as the two sensations radiating from her pussy and tits collided. "Nothing like tit meat to suck on!" Leon grumbled as he leaned over her head and began sucking and licking on her tits. 

Jean screamed as she began to orgasm again. For the next hour she was spun around the table as each man took his turn eating her pussy and tits. She lost all track of time. She couldn't tell if she had eight orgasms or it was just one long one that lasted for who knows how long. Her moans and screams slowly morphed into whimpers, then sobs, as her emotions tried to adapt to the way her body was being driven. By the time Leon had finished with his round of eating her pussy Jean had been reduced to begging them to stop. She could no longer take the intensity of the pleasure she was being forced to experience. 

She could smell the saliva that covered her tits as Hank pulled her to a sitting position on the table. She looked up at him, her vision blurred, and her cheeks covered in mascara from the tears streaming from her eyes. Hank smiled at her. "You've never looked more beautiful!" He paused as he stroked her face. "Now go wash up! It's our turn!" he said with a sinister grin. Jean slowly got off the table on wobbly legs. Hank and Tony helped her take her first few steps towards the bathroom. "When your finished washing up we'll be waiting for you in the bedroom. Leave the heels on! Every slut should be fucked with her heels on." Jean made her way slowly to the bathroom on shaking legs. 

"Gentlemen, let's take this party into the bedroom. Jerry, you won the first hand, you get first choice as to how you want to take her." Hank informed him as they made their way to the bedroom. 

"You already know the answer to that one Hank. You know I'm an ass-man. I want that sweet ass of hers!" Jerry responded. 

Hank laughed. "I was just telling Jean that this past week. Yeah, I do know you old buddy. You won the second hand Tony. What do you want?" 

"Man, I'll take that pussy." 

Hank looked at Leon. "Looks like you and I get her mouth for the first round." 

When Jean walked into the bedroom all four men were waiting for her. She stood staring for a few seconds as the four men stared back. She looked for the first time at the four cocks she would be servicing for what she figured was the rest of the night. Tony was laying on the bed, his erection in hand. "Come here mama. It's time for you to take a ride." Jean crawled up on the bed and straddled his cock. She then lowered herself onto his pole. Both groaned as the walls of her pussy encased his male meat. "Oh shit! You feel good mama!" Tony then pulled her down and began sucking on her tits as they hung in his face. 

Jerry saddled up between her legs from behind. Hank handed him a bottle of lubricating oil. "What's this for?" Jerry asked. 

"For her you dumb ass! It's going to be a long evening. I don't want her in pain before we even get started." 

"Oh, ok! Makes sense!" Jerry replied. 

Hank just shook his head as Jerry lubed up his cock. These were his best friends. But there were times when they were clueless about some things. Leon chuckled as Hank's annoyance with Jerry wasn't lost on him. 

Jerry positioned his cock at the entrance to her ass and rubbed it around a little, sending shivers up Jean's spine. He leaned forward and grabbed a handful of her hair. "You ready bitch? Nothing I enjoy more than a nice tight ass." He pulled her head back as he shoved his cock into her in one hard push. He wasn't gentle and he wasn't slow. He was taking her ass. 

Jean grunted and then screamed as her body was instantly filled with two cocks simultaneously. "AAAAAHHHHH FUCK!!" Hank had tried to prepare her for this moment. And he had to a certain extent. But now that she was being stuffed with two cocks at the same time, it felt as though her ass was being ripped open. Her ass was on fire as it stretched to accommodate Jerry's cock. 

Jerry chuckled. "I thought that was the idea bitch!" He held his cock inside her, balls deep, for a couple minutes allowing her to adjust. He then began a steady fucking of her ass. Jean grunted and gasped as both Tony and Jerry filled her with their cock meat. Within just a few strokes Jerry and Tony settled into a rhythm as they fucked her ass and cunt. Jerry held onto her hips as he pistoned his cock in and out of her, while Tony worked on her tits with his hands and mouth. Jean was once again being pushed towards her sexual nirvana. 

Jean's grunts and gasps slowly transformed into moans as she began to meet their thrusts and push back. The pain in her ass was gone, replaced by a deepening pleasure at the thought of being used by these men as their fuck doll. She had fantasized about this so many times she'd lost count. Now it was happening. "Damn Hank! This bitch of yours has one tight ass! You boys can thank ole Jerr later for getting her all ready for you." 




The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 09



Hank and Leon climbed on the bed, and knelt on either side of her by her head. Hank grabbed a handful of her hair, turned her head, then shoved his cock in her mouth till he hit the back of her throat. Jean gagged and tried to pull back, but Hank held her tightly. Hank groaned as the velvety warmth of her moist mouth engulfed his meat. "OH shit babe! For some reason your mouth feels softer tonight! You suck that cock bitch!" He pulled her head back allowing her to gasp for breath. He then shoved his cock in again. "Suck that cock bitch! Suck it good!" Hank pumped her head a half dozen times then turned her over to Leon. 

Leon grabbed her head with his massive hands and shoved his big black cock into her mouth and throat. Once again Jean wretched from having her throat invaded in a way it was never intended. She forced herself to relax her throat, then began sucking on his cock like she was trying to suck the life right out of him. "OH SHIT HANK!" Leon moaned. "This bitch really knows how to give head!" Leon proceeded to fuck her face for a couple minutes before giving her back to Hank. 

It was only a few minutes before Tony and Jerry were grunting as they pumped their seed into Jean's body. Jean couldn't respond as her mouth stayed stuffed with cock meat. Somewhere within the fucking frenzy she was being forced to endure she had another orgasm. Her body was now buzzing as every hole in it was staying stuffed with cock. She had always heard that fantasy was better than reality. But not for Jean, and not this time. 

Hank pulled Jean's head off his cock and allowed her to climb off Tony. Tony and Jerry traded places with Hank and Leon, and the fucking continued. For the next three hours Jean's body was used and fucked in every conceivable way. She lost count of how many loads were emptied into her. She also lost count of how many orgasms her body was driven to. She was passed from man to man, used thoroughly by each one, and loved every minute of it. 

The final act for the evening came with each man fucking her sore tits as Jean lay on the bed exhausted, semen oozing from her ass and cunt, and a stomach full of it. Each guy shot is final load of the evening all over her tits and face. She now looked like what she had allowed herself to become, a slut for the man who owned her. 

Shortly after midnight Hank walked his three friends to the door and told them to drive safely home. Jean lay in bed half asleep as Hank walked back into the bedroom and crawled into bed next to her. "You ok?" Hank asked softly. 

Jean looked across the pillow at him and smiled weakly. "Never better. Let me get some sleep, then we can talk about the next time."



The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 10



Jean sat at the kitchen table naked, her new dress code when home with Hank, eating her toast and drinking her coffee as Hank sat across from her drinking his coffee and reading through the morning's news stories on his laptop. Hank looked at her occasionally out of the corner of his eye to see how she was doing. They hadn't spoken of the previous night's gangbang since waking. Hank finished reading an article on China and looked at Jean over his laptop. "So talk to me babe! Did you enjoy last night?" 

Jean smiled as she took another bite from her toast. She knew since waking that Hank was dying to know her reaction to last night. She thought she'd make him work for whatever information he wanted from her. 

Hank saw the faint smile on her face and knew exactly what game she was playing. He couldn't help but laugh. "You bitch! You've been playing me since you got up, haven't you?" 

Jean giggled as she took a sip from her coffee. "Uh-huh! I was wondering how long it would take you to ask." 

"You bitch! So . . .?" 

"I enjoyed last night very much. I've never been taken that hard or long before. It was unlike anything I've ever experienced before." 

"Something you want to do again?" Hank asked. 

Jean smiled again. "Sometime! In time! Maybe!" 

"Did anyone hurt you?" The concern in Hank's question was genuine, and Jean knew it. 

"The only thing that hurt was the first time Jerry took my ass. He wasn't very gentle or slow." Jean's ass tingled as she thought about the first time Jerry buried his cock in her ass. It bordered on being almost brutal. But she had quickly adapted. After he stretched her ass and then emptied his load inside her, each guy who took his turn in her ass she found much more enjoyable. Although Leon's massive black cock stretched her a little more when he took his turn. She could still feel their combined juices inside her gut. They really had made her feel like a fuck-doll, and she loved it. 

"Yeah, I knew that might happen. Jerry's a good guy. He just loses all self-control when it comes to a bitch's ass. He loves taking ass." 

"Well he did a good job of taking mine!" 

"Yep! That's Jerry! I'll talk to him if we do that again." Hank said protectively. "Any plans for the day?" 

Jean sat and thought for a few seconds. "I was thinking of doing a little shopping and get a few things to start fixing up this place." 

Hank looked at her with a mocked shock on his face. "And what the hell is wrong with this place the way it is?" 

Jean giggled again. She hadn't laughed as much as she had with Hank in years. "Not a thing if you like living in a cave." Jean got up to start cleaning off the breakfast table. Hank grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her around the table. He pushed his chair away from the table and then pulled Jean over his lap. "What's this for?" Jean mildly protested as she lowered herself into position laying across his lap. 

Hank admired her upturned ass and her hanging tits as he pushed her down, holding her head by her hair. "Since when do I need a reason to spank my bitch? But if you have to have a reason, let's just say it's for you being a conniving bitch this morning and for calling this place a cave. If that makes you feel better." His hand came down hard on her ass filling the room with the sound of the first smack. Jean's body jumped as a reflex to the stinging pain. 

Jean grunted at the initial stinging pain, but then couldn't help but giggle as she pictured herself draped over Hank's lap being treated like a naughty child. The thought of being taken so hard and roughly at first was repulsive to her. But as Hank took her and pushed her body and mind sexually, that which she had originally disliked slowly evolved into a liking, which was now a craving within her. With each swat of Hank's hand on her ass Jean's grunts slowly became a moan. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

"Ooohhh please don't!" she moaned. 

SMACK! SMACK! 

"Please don't what bitch?" Hank taunted her as he continued to assault her ass. 

"OOOHHH! Please don't do this to me again!! Didn't you get enough last night?!" she whimpered as her body was driven once again. 

Hank chuckled. "I'll never get enough of you or your body bitch! Just deal with it! Accept it bitch! You belong to me now! I'll do what I damn well please with you!" SMACK! SMACK! 

Hank felt the tension in her body drain from her as she lay across his legs. What little fight and resistance she had remaining in her was gone. When he had turned her over his knee, it was only intended to be a playful gesture between them. What he failed to see was the frame of mind Jean was in as a result of the previous nights gangbang. She had been taken and used by a group of men that she had freely given herself to physically. But it was through that physical experience that a psychological barrier had been broken down. As the evening wore on and her body was filled with one cock after another, it became clear to Jean that she truly and completely belonged to Hank. Her own self-identity became lost to this man who possessed her in a way that she hadn't known was possible. Now his spanking her ass, as he was, only served to solidify her complete submission to him. 

He stopped spanking and listened to her sobbing softly as she lay limp over his legs. Hank began to gently stroke her ass sliding his fingers in the crack of her ass and down the valley between her legs. Jean's sobs turned into moans when his fingers came into contact with her swollen cunt lips. His fingers stroked the length of her slit softly. The heat radiating from her cunt felt like it was on fire. Hank marveled at how soaked she was. His middle finger grazed over the hardening nub of her clit, causing Jean to groan with a deepening need. "OOOOHHHHH!! Didn't you do enough to me last night?" she asked almost crying, her hair hanging in her face as Hank held her in place. 

The smile on Hank's face went unseen by Jean. "No! Never! You're starting to learn what it means to belong to me. Get used to it bitch! This is your life now!" He slipped his middle finger inside her cunt and played with the walls of her pussy as Jean squirmed laying across his legs. Jean spread her legs just enough to allow Hank's hand easier access. 

"Please don't stop! Don't stop!" she whimpered as her body built toward exploding. Her body had never been worked as it had just ten hours before. Now Hank was pushing her again, and creating within her a need that she was beginning to dislike even as she craved it. 'This must be what an addict struggles with,' she thought to herself as Hank played with her pussy. 

"I'm not stopping bitch!" Hank slipped his index finger inside her pussy, along with his middle finger. Jean pushed back against his fingers, trying to get more of them inside her. He began to rub the outer ring of her sphincter with his thumb. Jean gasped as he slowly slid his thumb inside her ass until it was fully inserted. "Mmmmmmmmm! UGH! UGH!" she began to grunt as Hank began to finger fuck her ass and cunt simultaneously. Hank fucked her holes with a steady pace until Jean was panting from her impending orgasm. Hank pulled his fingers out of her and lifted her by her hair. Jean slid off his lap and onto the floor, on her knees, unable to stand because she was too weak. Hank then yanked her head back till she was looking up at him. "You know what to do!" he said looking down at her. 

Jean untied his robe and opened it. His cock was already rock hard She opened her mouth and devoured his meat like a hungry bitch. Since he hadn't had the chance to shower yet, Jean could taste the stale sex on his meat from the night before. Hank gripped her head a little tighter than usual as it bobbed up and down on his shaft. He looked down at her as she salivated all over his cock, trying her best to give him all the pleasure she could. He pushed a strand of her hair out of her face and spoke to her. "I think it's time we take this to a whole new level. A level where my domination of you is complete and all encompassing. A domination that most people wouldn't understand or approve of. A domination that would require your complete and unquestioned submission and obedience. Do you understand what I'm talking about bitch?" Hank pulled her head off his cock so she could respond. 

Jean gasped as she tried to catch her breath. "Yes! I understand!" 

"You will address me as Master or Sir from this point on when we're in private! Do you understand bitch?" Hank said with all seriousness. 

"Yes Master!" Jean replied without hesitation. "I understand!" 

"Good bitch!" Hank smiled as he caressed the side of her face. 

"Master, may I say something?" Jean asked with a submissiveness that seemed to come naturally to her. 

"Of course my tender slut. What is it?" 

"Master," she hesitated not knowing exactly how to say what she wanted to say. "I've wanted this since I first met you. I've wanted to give myself to you because I . . . ." she started to cry. She had never felt like she belonged anywhere or with anyone before she met Hank. She had never felt a sense of peace and security like she did with Hank. Hank made her feel secure in who she was as a woman. And with that security came a feeling of liberation she had never known before either. 

Hank finished her sentence for her. "Because you trust me?" 

Jean shook her head as the tears streamed down her face. "Yes!" 

Hank smiled again. "Good! I'm glad you trust me! I promise I'm going to take care of all your needs and desires. I also promise I'm going to drive you in ways you've never imagined before. You're going to serve me as my slut and whore, and I'm going to take care of you in every way. I'll never open you up to harm or humiliate you. But I am going to own you as completely as any man can own a woman. Do you have any questions?" 

Jean sat there for several seconds thinking through all that Hank had just said. Then a faint smile crept across her lips. "Just one master. How may I serve you?" 

Hank squeezed her head as he pulled it back into his groin. "Suck on those balls for awhile." 

Jean went to work sucking and licking his sack with a new found enthusiasm. As she did, Hank reached over her head and opened his laptop again. He began a search for the toys and tools needed for a BDSM lifestyle. He'd done some reading on the subject in years past. The lifestyle had never interested him before. He had always thought it bizarre and strange. But that was before he'd met Jean. He chuckled to himself how she had changed him on this issue and wondered how she'd affect him in other ways in the years to come. He found several websites that sold many of the items he was looking for. 

Jean reached up and grabbed his stiff cock and stroked it gently as she continued to suck on his nut sack. 

Hank slapped her hand away. "Just your mouth bitch! Just your mouth!" He then returned to his internet search. He discovered there was a huge store about an hours drive from their place, out in the suburbs, and they were open till midnight on Saturdays. "That's where we'll go this afternoon!" he said to no one as he closed his laptop. He sat back and enjoyed the bathing his balls were receiving from Jean's mouth. He could let her do this all day. And there may come a day when he does just that. But not today. He lifted Jean's head off his cock, and then stood, lifting her with him by her hair. 

Jean moaned softly as Hank stood and lifted her by the hair. There was something inside her that craved that feeling of domination and control she felt whenever Hank grabbed her by the hair and guided her to do whatever he wanted from her. Even though she had never verbalized this to him, Hank had picked up on her need for it. He gladly accommodated her whenever he could. 

He led her over to the couch and leaned her body over the back of it. Jean's hair fell into her face again as it was almost buried in the back cushions of the couch. "Spread your legs bitch!" Hank ordered her as he kicked her feet apart with his foot. Jean spread her legs a little. "Further!" Hank kept kicking her feet apart gently until he had them spread to the point that her body was resting on the back of the couch. Jean grunted as the weight of her body pushed on her diaphragm, making it hard for her to breathe. 

Hank laid one hand on the small of her back, not that she had to be held in place. while he took his cock in the other. He then rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit focusing most of his attention on her swollen clit. Her pussy was so wet there was no friction at all between his cock and her flesh. No matter how many times he'd taken her, Hank was always amazed at how wet she got when he played with her body. She was a woman with a lot of pent-up needs. Hank was determined to bring everyone of them out of her and exploit them to their mutual enjoyment. "Damn! You are soaked bitch!" he groaned. He concentrated his efforts on her clit, causing Jean to scream as her face was buried in the back of the couch. 

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" the muffled scream came through the cushions. Hank leaned over and grabbed a handful of her hair again and yanked her head back. Jean grunted as her orgasm built inside her. 

"You don't cum till I give you permission. Understand bitch?" Hank growled 

Jean's fingers dug into the pillows on either side of her body as she groaned her answer. "Ooohhh yes master! I understand!" 

Hank continued to push her body and manipulate her clit with an almost sadistic pleasure as he felt her squirming body beneath his. He was going to bring her off. He just wanted to see how far he could push her. "Oooohhhh please master! Please! I need to cum!" she begged. 

"Not yet bitch!" Hank said with a sinister laugh. "You're not really ready yet!" 

"Ooohhh but I am master!" she wailed. "I am! PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE let me cum!" she begged. 

Hank slid the head of his cock into the opening of her cunt. He then grabbed her arms just above the elbows and pulled her body back into his, filling her cunt with his cock. Jean screamed as their bodies were joined and they became one. "CUM FOR ME BITCH! CUM FOR ME!" Hank grunted as he began to pound his meat into her pussy. 

Jean screamed out and her body shook as her orgasm took control of her. Her cunt gushed her juices all over Hank's cock and down his balls as her body responded to the pleasure he was giving it. Their bodies slapped together as Hank fucked her harder than he'd ever fucked her before. "I'M CUMMING BITCH!! I'M CUMMING!!" Hank grunted as his cock erupted inside her womb. "UGH! UGH! UGH!" he grunted with each thrust of his manhood. 

Both their bodies glistened from the sweat they had worked up as they fucked. Hank continued to pound away as Jean's screams slowly died down to satisfied moans. Hank finally released her arms as his orgasm ended. Without hesitation Jean pushed herself off the back of the couch and spun around, dropping to her knees in front of Hank. She then lovingly took his cock in her hands and guided it into her mouth, loving it and bathing it. Hank watched with amazement at Jean's reaction to what he'd just done to her. She rubbed his cock all over her face, licking their combined juices off of it whenever it slid across her mouth. "Thank you master! Thank you!" she kept repeating as she cleaned off his manhood with her mouth and tongue. 

Hank stroked the back of her head as he stood there watching her. Jean looked up at him. "Get up! We've got some shopping to do." Jean stood and Hank wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her into his body. He dropped his other hand between their bodies and cupped her cunt, sliding a couple fingers inside her. "Get cleaned up! We'll take a drive out to the suburbs and buy some new toys to use on you." He pulled his hand from between her legs. His fingers were covered in their combined juices. He held them up to her mouth. Jean opened her mouth, knowing what was expected of her, and sucked his fingers in, licking them clean of their juices. 

Jean sucked on his fingers sensuously as she held his hand. "Can we do some clothes shopping too?" she asked with a smile. "I promise you'll like what I want to buy." 

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Denise walked into the building at the same time as she'd done for the last twenty one years. She'd started at the law firm right out of college. Over the years she had worked her way up from receptionist to a respected paralegal who answered only to the managing partners. While her job description didn't include being in charge of the secretarial pool, that was one of the areas she oversaw. Denise approached her job with a seriousness and determination that had gotten her the reputation of being a hardnose. 

Denise's persona in the office was really just a mask she wore to hide the real struggles she lived with on a daily basis. She had married when she was 30. Her and Henry had been married for fourteen years and they lived a very comfortable vanilla life. While Henry was a good man, he was also a very weak man. Denise longed for him to take charge of their marriage and her. She had hinted numerous times what she needed and wanted from him as a husband and lover. She had even offered to start exploring with him so he would be more comfortable with what she was asking. But all to no avail. Henry would give her that blank stare she had come to detest and then just pretend he hadn't heard her. After years of trying, Denise just gave up all hope of having her inner sexual needs met. 

In the last month she'd noticed a change in Hank and Jean's relationship. They'd done their best to keep it as professional as possible while at the office. But Denise noticed something had changed. What really gave them away to her was when Jean walked into the office Monday morning wearing a beautiful cameo choker necklace. Denise had done some reading on BDSM on some of her favorite erotic websites. Seeing the choker made her wonder if Hank and Jean had adopted that lifestyle. By Wednesday of that week she could no longer take it. She had to know what was going on with them. She approached Jean's desk. "I love your choker Jean! Did Hank get that for you?" 

Jean blushed slightly as her hand raised to touch it. "Yes! It was a gift! It is beautiful isn't it?" 

"So what was the special occasion?" Denise asked trying to get it out of Jean. 

"Oh," Jean hesitated not knowing what to say. "It was just something to mark a new level in our relationship." Jean's eyes lowered to her desk as she spoke, feeling uncomfortable maintaining eye contact with Denise as she spoke. 

Denise decided to be more direct. She leaned forward and used her voice that she saved for when she had to deal with secretaries that weren't doing their jobs. "Is Hank your master Jean?" 

Jean looked up with a shocked look on her face. Like the kid who'd been caught. "What?!" 

"You heard me Jean!" Denise spoke sternly. "Is Hank your master?" 

Jean sat there for several seconds deciding how to reply. Then a sudden calm came over her as she realized she wasn't ashamed of the relationship she had with Hank. "Yes, he is!" 

Denise stood staring down at Jean for several seconds before she finally pulled a chair up beside her desk and sat down. Her tone changed completely. She was now Denise the woman who longed for what Jean had. She leaned closer to Jean so as not to be overheard. "Tell me what It's like. Is it worth it? Oh please tell me everything!" 

Jean looked around for prying ears and eyes. "It's incredible Denise! I belong to him in every way. I don't know where to begin." She stopped. "Wait I should talk with Hank before I say anything else." 

"Of course!" Denise understood her concern. "I have no desire or intention to compromise you or Hank in anyway. Please know that." 




The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 10



Jean sat in silence for awhile. Then she got up. "Come with me!" Jean led Denise into Hank's office and closed the door. 

"Hello ladies!" Hank greeted them. "What can I do for you ladies?" 

As the two ladies stood in front of his desk Jean spoke. "Denise knows of our relationship and she wants to understand what we have together." 

Hank's smiled faded. "Why do you want to know?" he asked Denise. "Is this just some idle curiosity that you can share around the water cooler?" 

Denise's eyes widened. "Oh no Hank! You misunderstand! I have no intention of gossiping about this to anyone. I've just been watching you and Jean. I've seen the relationship between the two of you change and I long for what the two of you have."  

Hank sat for a minute as he thought about how to proceed. "Do you really want to know what Jean and I have now?" 

Denise shook her head. "Yes! Very much so!" 

"Are you available this evening?" Hank asked. 

"Yes!" 

"Then come to our place this evening. Have dinner with us and we can explain everything to you. I don't like the idea of talking about this here at the office." 

"I understand! I look forward to this evening." Denise turned and walked out. 

Hank smiled at Jean. "I think we just added a new element to our relationship."



The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 11



Hank walked up behind Jean as she was preparing the salad for the evening's meal and cupped her breasts, pulling her into his body. Jean purred as Hank squeezed her breasts and bit her on the neck. She wiggled her ass, grinding it into his groin. 

Hank chuckled. "I'm not sure who's appetite is more insatiable, yours or mine." 

"Mmmmm, probably mine!" Jean replied as she reached over her shoulder and fed Hank a slice of tomato. "And you've made me this way. So you better keep me satisfied!" 

After swallowing the slice of tomato Hank nipped at her ear. "That's my plan babe. A satisfied bitch is a horny bitch. I want to keep you coming back for more." Hank slid his hand down her stomach and cupped her apron covered cunt. Jean was wearing her mandated attire when she was at home. When she prepared meals she was allowed to wear an apron. Any other time she wore nothing at all. He pinched her nipple with his other hand, rolling it between his thumb and fingers. 

Jean groaned softly as his fingers pressed against her sensitive clit. "Your plan is working!" Jean turned in his arms to face him. "Do I satisfy you?" The look in her eyes told Hank it was a concern for her. 

He kissed her tenderly. "Yes you satisfy me! What brought that question on?" Even as the last word came off his lips he realized why she'd asked it. "Are you worried about Denise coming over tonight, and what may come of that?" 

Jean looked down and didn't reply immediately. 

Hank swatted her bare ass. "I asked you a question babe!" 

Jean looked up with a weak smile on her face. "That's the first time you've spanked me since last week. I'm a bitch with needs you know." 

Hank looked at her with a tenderness that Jean had come to crave. A look that melted her every time she saw it. "I got carried away last time I spanked you. Scared me a little. I don't want to hurt you, ever." He paused for a second. "I love you Jean. More than I've ever loved anyone." He kissed her tenderly as his hand kneaded her breast. 

Jean moaned into his mouth as their tongues danced together. When they separated Jean said, "I promise I'll tell you when you're hurting me. I need your strong hand and domination. And I need a good spanking every now and then. I don't know why. I can't tell you what a turn on it is for me when your spanking my ass and dominating me like that. Maybe I'm sick or something. Or a freak." 

Hank swatted her ass playfully. "My bitch is no freak! If I ever hear you talk about yourself that way again, I will spank your ass good." 

Jean gave him a devilish grin. "Really?" She paused. "I'm a freak! I'm a freak! I'm a freak!" she kept chanting trying to get a reaction out of Hank. 

All Hank could do was laugh. He tried spanking her ass but couldn't stop laughing, which only made Jean taunt him more. "Is that the best you can do master?" she taunted him as she wiggled her ass. 

Hank took one hard swing and landed solidly on her ass with an open palm. Jean yelped from the sting. Hank then took her in his arms again. "You bitch!" he said with a smirk. "You changed the subject nicely. Did you think I would let my question go? Now answer it." 

Jean got serious. "Yes. I'm a little worried about Denise coming over and what might come of it." 

"You think I'm looking for someone to take your place?" Hank asked. "Or that you don't satisfy me anymore?" 

"No. I don't think either of those things. I know you love me and want me. I guess it's just a little jealousy with a bit of insecurity thrown in. Don't forget where I came from." 

"I haven't forgotten anything. Let me remind you of something. You're my bitch! I'm not getting rid of you! I'm not replacing you! I'm not letting you go! You belong to me, and only me! I may or may not bring Denise into our relationship. But if I do you have nothing to worry about or be insecure about. Do you understand bitch?" Hank's tone let Jean know he'd slipped back into master mode. 

"Yes master!" she said softly. 

Hank took her face in his hand and held it gently. "You have nothing to be afraid of. You're mine! Nothing's changing that. Got it?" 

"I got it Master!" Jean smiled. "What would you like me to wear for our guest this evening?" 

"Wear that blue dress I like so much. No bra and no panties. Just the dress! And wear the matching collar!" 

"Yes master!" Jean said smiling. 

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Denise's pulse was pounding so hard she thought she might have a heart attack as she parked her car in front of Hank's building. She didn't know what to expect from the evening. And it was that uncertainty that had her both excited and afraid. As far as she was concerned, she was here just to talk and to try to come to an understanding of the relationship that she knew existed between Hank and Jean. She'd read a great deal on the BDSM lifestyle. It had become a topic that both intrigued her and excited her. She had talked to her husband on a number of occasions about experimenting with it, but had been rebuffed on every occasion. The more she read and understood, the more she realized her husband was just too vanilla, and her tastes were changing, and changing quickly. 

Denise looked at herself in the lobby mirror, double checking to make sure everything was as it should be. Her black mane was immaculately brushed. She had spent extra time fixing herself up before she left the house. She knew nothing was going to happen this evening, or so she thought, but subconsciously she wanted to make a good first impression. She didn't know why, but she wanted to gain Hank's approval. Her husband had asked her as she was getting ready what was going on. She told him she was meeting two of her colleagues for dinner, Hank and Jean. She had told him the truth. He didn't need to know the whole truth. Not that he would have cared if he had known. It seemed as though the more she had tried to tell him about her sexual needs the more he pulled away. 

Denise tucked the edge of her blouse into her skirt. She'd worn a conservative outfit. But one that accentuated her assets, a button up white blouse, that clung to her, and a button up beige skirt that came down to just below her knees. She knew she was a little overweight for her height of 5'6". But she carried herself well. Her 36D breasts were something she was still proud of as they had little sag to them after nursing two children. She wished her husband showed them the same attention she got from some of the men she passed on the street. 

The elevator opened on Hank's floor and she began the long walk down the hallway towards his condo entrance. The closer she got to his door the weaker her legs felt. She knew there was nothing to be nervous about, yet she couldn't stop shaking as she knocked on the door. Jean answered the door wearing her prescribed blue dress and the matching blue velvet collar with a gold ringlet. Denise's eyes widened when she saw Jean's attire and could tell immediately she wasn't wearing a bra. 

Jean smiled as she extended her hand. "Hi Denise! I'm so glad you could join us this evening." 

Denise took her hand as she stepped into the condo. She didn't know what to say. She'd rehearsed several lines in her head before arriving. But now they all seemed lame. "Thank you for having me! I'm just looking forward to . . . ." she stopped not sure how to finish the sentence. 

Jean smiled sensing her discomfort. "Come on in. Dinner is almost ready." Denise followed Jean into the living room as Hank made his way out of the bedroom and walked in. 

"Good evening Denise!" Hank greeted her warmly as he extended his hand too. He eyed her up and down with approval. "You look very nice this evening. I've wanted to tell you that on a number of occasions at the office, but didn't want to be accused of sexual harassment." All three laughed at that one. 

"Well thank you." Denise acknowledged the compliment. "Thank you for asking me over this evening. I'm really looking forward to the evening." 

Hank smiled. "Good! So am I!" He looked at Jean. "Dinner almost ready babe?" 

"Yep! Why don't you two go sit and I'll bring it in." Jean brought in the evening's meal as Hank poured each of them a glass of wine. 

Jean and Denise talked about some office politics as Hank listened and enjoyed his meal. Jean was not only an incredible lover, he was discovering she was an excellent cook. After several minutes of listening to them he decided to get to the point of why Denise was visiting them this evening. "So Denise. What is it you want to know about Jean and me? And why do you want to know?" He knew his question would put her on the spot, but he didn't want to give up any information about his relationship with Jean till Denise committed herself. 

Denise was a little taken back by Hank's straightforwardness. But she knew she shouldn't have been. That was one of the qualities that made him a rising star at the firm. "Well, I've just noticed a change in your relationship. But I guess the biggest change I've observed is in your demeanor Jean," Denise said as she looked straight at her. 

"Oh, what do you mean?" Jean asked not wanting to commit herself. 

"OK! Before we go any further let me put your suspicions to rest." Denise spoke as she put her fork down. "I'm not here looking for gossip material. I have no intention or desire to open either of you up to public embarrassment. I genuinely want to know what's going on with you two, because I like what I'm seeing. Jean, you seem to have a peace and calmness about you since you hooked up with Hank that I haven't seen in you in years. And you and I have been at the firm for a long time." 

Jean smiled as she looked down at her plate. She knew exactly what Denise was talking about. Hank had not only awakened the sexual creature within her, but he had made her feel safe and secure so that she could express herself, not just sexually, but in every way. She had never known such freedom before. She felt as though she was breathing for the first time. And it felt so damn good. 

"And Hank, I see the way you look at Jean and the way you dominate her." Denise thought quickly about what she'd just said. "I don't mean that in a bad way. I mean . . . it's a good domination . . . it's a . . . oh, I don't know how to say it!" Denise was getting flustered. 

Hank laughed. "I know what you mean Denise. You don't have to keep trying to explain yourself." 

"OK! So you know what I'm looking for now! So what gives?" Denise asked both of them. 

Hank and Jean looked at each for several seconds before Hank spoke with a grin. "Why don't you explain for Denise how our relationship has evolved." 

Jean took a deep breath to calm herself. Just the thought of talking about their relationship was making her pulse race. She looked at Denise. "I'm trusting that what I'm about to tell you is going to stay between us." 

"Yes Jean! Of course!" 

"Since I moved in with Hank we've become more than just lovers. He's my master and I'm his sub. I've completely submitted myself to him in every way, and he takes care of me more completely than I've ever experienced before." Jean was almost gushing as she recounted their relationship together and how it had evolved. 

Denise sat quietly listening as she ate her dinner. Her cunt began to twitch as Jean recounted some of the experiences she had had as Hank's sub. The more she heard the more she longed for the depth of passion Jean was experiencing on a daily basis. She groaned within herself wishing she had a man she could submit to in every way. A man she could trust completely with her needs and desires. A man who would take her and use her the way she needed to be taken and used. 

"So that's about it." Jean finally finished. "I'm guessing you have a million questions." 

Denise sat quietly trying to decide which question to ask first. "Has Hank ever put you on display in public, or made you perform in some way in public? 

Hank didn't give Jean the chance to answer that. "No! And I never will! I'm not going to humiliate my Bitch or open her up to potential harm by doing something stupid like that." That was the first time Hank had referred to Jean as his bitch in front of Denise. Denise looked at Jean to see her reaction. 

Jean smiled, knowing what Denise was thinking. "What? Did my Master referring to me as his Bitch catch you off guard?" Denise nodded her head. "Well I am! I'm his bitch, his slut, his whore, and whatever else he wants me to be. And you know what?" Jean paused. "I love it!!" 

"I can tell!" Denise asked several more questions trying to get a handle on everything she'd just been told. After she'd exhausted all her questions she sat there quietly trying to work up the nerve to ask her final question. She finally asked it with a nervous giggle. "You two wouldn't be looking for a third wheel would you?" 

Hank and Jean looked at each other. Jean finally spoke as though it was just the two of them. "It might be fun." 

Hank looked at her with raised eyebrow. "Now is that really what you think? Or are you just saying that because you think I want it?" 

Jean smiled. "No Master. That's really what I think." 

Hank nodded his head acknowledging her honest answer. "Let's fill our glasses and move into the living room. We'll take care of the dishes later." All three filled their glasses with wine and made their way into the living room. Hank motioned for Denise to sit in the chair across from the couch he and Jean were going to sit in. Hank sat down on the couch with Jean sitting next to him. She curled one leg up under the other as she snuggled up into Hank's body. Hank wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her body into his till his hand had free access to her chest. He then began stroking her tit, which elicited a purr from Jean. Denise watched as the two lovers got comfortable on the couch. "So you want to be part of our happy little home, do you?" 

"Oh I don't know! I was just . . . ." Denise was caught off guard again by Hank's directness. 

"What do you mean you don't know?" Hank cut her off. "Come on Denise. Why are you really here? What do you really want?" 

Denise flinched at Hank's snapping at her. She knew Hank's questions were legitimate. She also knew she hadn't come just as a curiosity seeker. She felt her insides shaking as she contemplated how to respond. "I want what you and Jean have. I want a man to take me and use me the way you take and use Jean." 

Both Hank and Jean sat staring back at Denise as Hank fondled Jean's tit over her dress. "I take it you're not getting this from your husband?" Hank asked. 

"HA! No! All I hear from him is how disgusting the thought of treating me that way is. He's very . . . what's the term? Vanilla." 

Hank sat quietly thinking. He could hear Jean's breathing becoming a little labored as her arousal from having her breast played with took its affect on her. "Would you really like to be part of what we have?" Hank asked. 

Denise struggled in her mind and heart with what she really wanted. How would this affect her marriage. If Sid found out it would be over. But at the same time she couldn't shake the picture in her head of his reaction to her every time she brought the subject up. He made her feel dirty and silly for 

even suggesting such a thing. Yet the craving inside her was undeniable. There were times she felt as though it would consume her. "Yes! I want to be part of what you two have." 

"OK! Are you prepared to submit and become our bitch?" 

Hank's question took both ladies off guard. Jean had never dominated another woman before. She had never even fantasized about it. And Denise hadn't thought of that aspect of the three-way she was getting involved in. She had always been the boss at the office with the female staff. Now she was being told she would be submitting to one of her subordinates at the office. Could her pride handle the role reversal? 

"I asked you a question bitch!" Hank said with an edge. 

Denise snapped out of her thought process. She felt her cunt twitching as the crevice between her legs got wetter and wetter. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted it. "Yes! I'm prepared to submit." 

Hank smiled. "OK! Stand up!" he commanded her. Denise began to shake almost uncontrollably as she stood up from her chair. "Now strip!" he ordered her with a calm but authoritative voice. 

"What?!" Denise asked with eyes widening. 

"You heard me! And that question will earn you a good spanking!" Hank said with a calm voice. 

Jean groaned for the first time as she lay on Hank's side. Her hand dropped into his lap, and she began to stroke his cock over his pants. "Ooohhh Master. Can I give it to her?" she cooed. The more Hank pushed Denise, the more she was getting turned on. "No! That's my responsibility! I won't have my bitches disciplining each other." 

"Yes sir." Jean said almost pouting. 

Denise's hands were trembling as she began to unbutton her blouse. With each button unfastened her heart beat harder. She was undressing before two people who she considered friends. It had been years since anyone had seen her naked other than her husband. She pulled the blouse out from her skirt and let it slide off her shoulders. She stood still for a second as she hesitated. 

"Lose the bra!" Hank said. "I want to see those tits." As Hank sat there watching Denise undress, he realized he'd wondered what she looked like naked for years. He had always thought she was an attractive woman. He was about to find out. Without realizing it, Jean's rubbing of his cock was getting harder as her own arousal increased. Hank pulled her hand off and laid it on his thigh. He looked at her with a smirk. "I'm not sure where I want to shoot my load. But I know it's not in my pants." 

Jean moaned. "I haven't had dessert yet. Can I have it?" 

Hank shook his head in amazement. "Your appetite is insatiable! Maybe! If you're a good slut and do as I tell you." 

Denise reached around her back and unsnapped her bra, then slid it off her shoulders and threw it on top her blouse that lay on the floor. 

"Very nice!" Hank complimented her. "You've got some nice tits!" 

"Oh she does Master!" Jean moaned softly. "I've never looked at a woman's breasts this way before. I'm beginning to see why men find them so desirable." 

"What would you like to do with them?" Hank asked. This was turning out better than he had expected. 

"Oh Master. I'd like to sink my teeth into them and bite them, and suck on them. They look so good!" 

Hank looked at Denise. "You hear that bitch. My bitch thinks you've got some nice tits. I think I'm going to let her play with them later." 

Denise blushed as his compliment registered in her mind. She was undressing before these two who were her co-workers. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to her feet. She then stepped out of it and kicked it to the side with her blouse and bra. Again she stood there motionless for a second not sure what to do next. 

"Finish it!" Hank said. "Everything! And then put your heels back on. A slut should always keep her heels on." 

Denise slipped her heels off long enough to take her stockings and panties off. Then she put them back on. She now stood before them naked. Her hands instinctively went in front of her as she moved them to cover her cunt. 

"Move your hands!" Hank ordered her. Denise obeyed. "Now turn around!" Denise began to turn, feeling like a piece of meat on display. "You have a very nice body Denise. The question is, do you know how to use it for a man's pleasure?" 

Denise felt a surge of anger course through her at Hank's question. 'How dare he question my ability to please a man!' she thought as she continued to turn. 

Hank smiled as he sensed her reaction. "Come over here!" he commanded her. 

Denise walked across the small area rug between them and stood in front of Hank. 




The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 11



Hank sat forward on the couch and reached up for her bush covered pussy. He slipped two fingers between the folds of her pussy and felt how wet she was. He chuckled. "Looks like our bitch is really enjoying this." He slid his middle finger inside her cunt and pulled her to him. Denise gasped as he took control of her body. Hank looked at Jean who had leaned forward also. "Take our bitch into the bathroom and shave her." He then looked up at Denise. "From now on, this pussy stays shaved and smooth! Understand bitch!" 

Denise shook her head acknowledging his command. 

"From now on, when I ask you a question, you will answer me and address me as either Sir or Master! Understood bitch?" Hank's statement was said with a tone that let Denise know he wasn't joking. He shoved his finger completely inside her cunt just as she was about to respond. 

"Oooohhhh, yes sir!" she moaned. He was meeting a need within her that had long lay dormant. 

"Good bitch!" He looked at Jean. "Now take our bitch into the bathroom and get her ready. And no talking between the two of you. Not one word!" 

"Yes master!" Jean said with a smile. 

'I can't wait to see what this bitch is like,' he thought to himself as the two ladies headed for the bathroom. 

The ladies walked back into the living room fifteen minutes later. Hank was sitting in the corner of the couch sipping his glass of wine waiting for them patiently. He motioned for Denise. "Come stand in front of me." Denise stepped in front of him, her heart beating as hard as it had all evening. She couldn't remember a time she had ever been this excited or turned on in her life. Hank looked up at her as he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh slowly and then cupped her cunt with it. He used his thumb to feel the area that used to be covered with hair, while his fingers stroked her pussy lips and clit. Jean stepped up behind her and cupped both her breasts in her hands and began to knead them and play with her nipples. 

"She has such beautiful tits master!" Jean moaned softly as she nuzzled Denise's neck, kissing her neck and ear. 

"Yes she does! The bitch has a nice pussy too! It's to stay shaved smooth bitch! Understand?" 

Denise's eyes were closed as she was lost in the sensations Hank and Jean were giving her. "Yes sir!" she moaned softly as Hank fingered her pussy. 

"Look at me bitch!" he spoke softly as he played with her pussy. He knew he was driving her towards an orgasm. But that would be a reward he was going to make her wait for. Denise opened her eyes and looked down at Hank. "You need to understand that being my bitch has it's benefits. You're experiencing one of them now." He slipped two fingers in her gushing pussy and shoved them all the way in. 

Denise squealed as Hank pushed her body in a way she couldn't remember ever being pushed. "Yes sir!" she panted. Between Jean's playing with her tits and Hank playing with her pussy, Denise's body was on the verge of exploding. 

Hank pulled his hand from between her legs and stood up. Denise opened her eyes and looked at him with desperation in her eyes. How many times had her husband done this to her? Fucked her and then rolled over and fallen asleep, leaving her hanging and frustrated. Hank placed his fingers he'd just pulled from her pussy on her lips. Denise opened her mouth knowing what was expected. As he shoved his fingers into her mouth for her to suck clean, "Your reward will come after your punishment. When you're told to do something, you do it without question. Understand bitch?" 

Denise shook her head up and down as Hank held his fingers in her mouth. "Uh huh!" 

"Good bitch! Now let's show you what happens when you disobey." Hank grabbed her by the hair and led her to the bedroom. "Are you scared?" he asked softly as he led her down the hallway. 

"No sir!" Denise moaned softly. 

"Good. I'm glad. You have nothing to be scared of." Hank led her into the bedroom. "Sit on the bed." Denise sat down on the bed, her self-consciousness of being naked now passed. Hank gently pulled her head back to look up at him. "Ever eat pussy before?" 

Denise groaned as she knew what was coming. "I tried it once in college, sir!" 

Hank smiled. "Well, you're going to get real good at it. Now lay back." He looked at Jean. "Get naked!" Jean stripped in record time. "Now climb up on the bed." 

Jean climbed up on the bed and knelt next to Denise as she lay there. She reached for Denise's breasts and squeezed them. "Mmmmm. Master I'm beginning to see the pleasure you guys get from a woman's breasts!" Jean said as she played with Denise. 

"That's why they're called fun-bags." Hank said with a chuckle. "But from now on bitch of mine, you refer to them as tits! Understand? My bitches have tits!" 

"Sorry master. Yes, I understand." Jean said smiling. 

Denise lay there quietly not knowing if or what she should say. She knew she was the focal point of both their lustful desires, and it felt good to be desired. 

"Good girl! Now straddle our bitch's face." Hank looked at Denise. "Do you want to please me bitch?" 

"Yes Master!" Denise said with a growing eagerness. She took her lead from Jean who referred to Hank as Master. 

"Good bitch! Then you pleasure my bitch and make her feel good. That would please me." 

Jean threw her leg over Denise's face, straddling it, as she faced Hank. Denise looked up at her pink flesh glistening from her juices that were flowing from her pussy. Jean lowered herself, slowly spreading her legs till her cunt came into contact with Denise's tongue and lips. Denise inhaled just as Jean's cunt came into contact with her nose. She found the smell of Jean's sexual arousal intoxicating. She snaked her tongue out and licked the length of her slit. Jean moaned, "Ooohhh shit! That feels so good!" She looked at Hank. "Thank you Master!" 

Hank smiled as he began to undress. "You're welcome." Jean began to grind her cunt into Denise's mouth, and was rewarded with Denise shoving her tongue inside her cunt. "Oh fuuuuck!" Jean moaned. 

Hank laughed. This evening was turning out so much better than he'd anticipated. He finished undressing and walked up next to the bed, between Denise's legs that lay over the edge. He bent down and lifted them both by the ankles. Jean was watching the whole time wondering what her master had planned. Hank lifted her legs and pushed them back to Jean till they were almost parallel to her body, exposing her ass completely. "Hold these!" was all he said. 

"Now, from now on bitch," he was speaking to Denise who couldn't see what was going on or what to expect. "When you're given a command, you're to obey it without questions or hesitation." Hank's open hand came down on Denise's upturned ass. SMACK! The sound filled the room, and Denise's body jumped from the stinging impact of his slap. She tried to scream, but her mouth was covered with Jean's cunt. "Make sure you keep our bitch's mouth covered!" Hank said with a smirk to Jean. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

Hank spanked her ass to a count of twenty. Denise's muffled screams slowly gave way to moans of resignation as Hank pushed her body in a way it had never been pushed before. 

It was about the time that Denise stopped trying to scream that Jean's body erupted in an orgasm. The combination of watching Hank spank Denise and feeling her changing reaction as she ate her cunt was more than she could handle. "OOOOOHHHHH SHIT!!!" Jean held onto Denise's ankles tight as her body shuddered and convulsed. She ground her cunt into Denise's mouth and face so hard she almost smothered her. Denise was unable to push her off, her arms pinned under Jean's legs. As her orgasm began to subside she continued to grind her cunt into Denise's mouth and looked at Hank. "Thank you Master! Thank you!" 

Hank finished his spanking Denise and stepped back. Her ass was glowing red. He was satisfied with his discipline of his bitch. He took Denise's ankles from Jean. "Your turn! Suck that pussy!" Jean laid down on top of Denise's body and began to suck and lick her pussy. Denise responded immediately with a groan that was so guttural it sounded more like an animal in heat than a woman being pleasured. The sound of Jean's sucking and slurping on Denise's cunt filled the room. Hank watched for a few minutes before he'd had enough. 

He moved between Denise's legs, and stood with his cock only inches from Jean's head. "Do us both bitch!" Jean lifted her head to see the head of his snake staring her in the face. Jean opened her mouth just as Hank pushed forward. He rammed his cock into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. Jean began to gag until Hank pulled back until just the head of his cock was on her lips. He then shoved it in again gagging Jean again. He began a slow steady fucking of her mouth. Jean made a gurgling noise with each thrust of his cock meat into her mouth. Hank finally pulled out and slid his cock along the length of Denise's slit. 

Denise moaned with the new sensation of his cock rubbing her clit. "Take my cock in hand bitch!" he told Jean. Jean grabbed his cock at the base. "Now place it at the opening to her cunt." Jean lowered his meat till the head was at the entrance to her cunt. Hank shoved hard till the entire length of his shaft was in Denise's pussy. He fucked her cunt several times. Each thrust brought a screaming groan from Denise. He then pulled out. "Now your mouth bitch!" Jean devoured his cock with the eagnerness of a whore wanting to please me owner. Hank alternated several times fucking Jean's mouth and Denise's cunt before he felt his orgasm about to explode. 

"Eat her cunt!" he grunted at Jean. Jean devoted her attention to eating Denise's cunt at her Master's beckoning. Within seconds Denise's body was exploding in the most intense orgasm she'd had in her life. Jean sucked and licked and nibbled on Denise's clit and pussy as wave after wave of pleasure washed over Denise's body. The pleasure was of such an intensity for her that she began to cry, having lost control of her emotions. Jean continued to suck and lick as Denise's body finally relaxed on the bed, even though small spasms continued to shake her body. 

Hank let go of Denise's legs and let them drop on either side of him. He grabbed Jean's head with both hands. "My turn babe!" He shoved his cock into Jean's mouth and began to fuck her face with a ferocity he'd never used before. Watching these two bitches go at each other had worked him up more than he'd realized. Jean gagged and gurgled as Hank's meat pounded her face, her spit and saliva running down her chin and all over Denise's well eaten pussy. "OOHH FUCK BITCH!" Hank growled. "SUCK THAT COCK BITCH! SUCK IT!" Hank pumped his cock harder as his orgasm came crashing down on him. 

"OOOOHHHHH FUCK!! UGH! UGH! UGH!" Hank grunted with each spasm and shot of jism he pumped into Jean's sucking mouth. Jean kept up as best she could, but several strings of his seed drooled onto 

Denise's pussy. Hank continued to pound his meat into Jean's mouth after his orgasm subsided. He couldn't tell what felt better, the inside of his bitch's mouth or her cunt. He smiled to himself as he worked at regaining his composure, he owned them both. He'd fuck them both whenever he wanted. 

Hank stepped back and collapsed in the chair just behind him. Jean rolled off Denise's body and lay next to her. The two ladies embraced. They had discovered each other in a whole new way and their relationship was about to change in a big way. 

Hank looked at them and laughed. "This is going to be fun! OK, bitch," he said to Denise. "You belong to us now! You have any questions?" 

"Just one Master! When can we do this again?"



The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 12



Hank sat at his office desk reading over the stack of impending cases that had just been given to him. It was a Friday morning and this was not the way he had envisioned ending the week. Sid himself had even hand delivered them and smirked as he dropped them on his desk saying, "This is the price you pay for being so damned good at what you do. Keep up the good work." Hank looked at the stack on his desk over the one he had in his hand. "Shit!" was all he could say. Then he smiled to himself as he thought about Jean giving him his daily morning blow-job. She had not only become really good at giving head, she actually enjoyed it and looked forward to any opportunity she could do that for Hank. As she told Hank, "Going down on you isn't just sex. It's my way of showing you how much I love you and want to submit to you." 

Hank cleared his head and focused on the task at hand. That had been the real challenge since Denise had been introduced into the mix just over a week ago. He had gone back and forth over the decision to bring Denise into their relationship. Jean seemed ok with it, although they hadn't really sat down and hashed it out like two lawyers. But then, they really hadn't had the time since Jean and Denise had been spending so much time together since that first encounter. They had had lunch together almost everyday, and they had Hank wondering what was going on. But her ability to spend time at their condo had been curtailed because of her husband. 

About 11:30 Jean stuck her head in his office door and let him know, "Denise and I are going out to lunch. Want me to bring you anything back?" Hank looked up from his work with that 'what the fuck' look on his face. "You two going out to lunch again?! What the hell is going on?" 

Jean giggled, "Yes we are! And you'll soon find out! Now, do you want me to bring anything back for you?" 

"No thanks! I've never worked up an appetite sitting at a desk all day. But thanks. Enjoy your lunch!" 

"Oh we will!" Jean laughed as she turned to leave the office. 

Hank knew something was going on, and it would bug him till he knew what it was. Since Jean had accepted her role as his sub, Hank had decided that he wasn't going to become one of those guys who had to dominate every aspect of his bitch's life. Maybe that meant he wasn't a true Dom. Or whatever the hell they call it he thought. 'I'm not a control freak and I don't want the responsibility for controlling her life completely anyway,' he thought. Hank had always found intelligent, decisive women who had a strength about them attractive. It's not that he found indecisive women unattractive. Especially if they had a nice rack. But there was something about strong willed women who allowed their submissive side to take over in the bedroom he found a real turn on. He wasn't intimidated by them in the workplace. And he sure as hell loved dominating them in the bedroom. That was Jean, and he was discovering Denise as well. 

So when Jean got sassy with him at the office, it not only didn't bother him, he enjoyed it. He loved reminding her that, "payback is a bitch." Jean knew exactly what that meant. It only spurred her on to be more sassy. She knew she'd get the loving from her master she needed at the end of the day. 

Shortly after 12:30 Jean and Denise walked into Hank's office. Both pulled up chairs in front of his desk and sat down. "How was lunch ladies?" Hank asked as he laid his paperwork down and leaned back in his chair. 

"It was great!" Jean replied. "I would have loved to bring you an Italian beef sandwich from the deli we ate it. It was really good. But, your loss!" She added the last statement with a smirk. 

Hank smiled back. "That will cost you bitch!" 

"I certainly hope so!" Jean's look conveyed both lust and love. "Now, we need to talk to you." Without hesitation she launched right in. "I suppose you've noticed that Denise and I have had lunch together quite a bit over the last week or so?" 

"Yeah, I have. What gives?" 

"We've been talking. Talking about you, us, life, what we want. Stuff like that. I've explained to Denise in great detail what you and I have and what we've done together." 

"And I've explained to Jean in great detail what my life has been like, and what I'm looking for." Denise chimed in. 

Hank felt like he was being tag-teamed like in some wrestling match on TV. 

"My marriage is over. It's been over for years. I just haven't had the guts to admit it or do anything about it. Well I tasted something last week with the two of you I've craved inwardly for years. I know I give off this bossy bitch persona in public and at the office. And that's partly who I am when I'm working." 

Hank interrupted her. "And I don't want you to change!" he said with a commanding voice. 

"I'm not! I don't plan to! But there's another part of me that wants, no craves, to be taken, used and dominated the way you two did last week, and the way Jean did Saturday." 

Hank's eyes lit up. "What?!!" he bellowed. "You two had a fuck session and didn't tell me about it?" 

Denise looked at Jean with a surprised fright in her eyes. "You didn't tell him?" 

"Oops!" was all Jean could say sheepishly. "It just happened. Sorry. It wasn't something we planned." 

"Right! I'm supposed to buy that one. Two horny bitches, and it just happened." 

"Denise and I just started meeting for lunch to talk and get to know each other outside the office. What we've discovered is we're so much alike, it's like we could be sisters." 

"I could get into fucking sisters!" Hank said with a chuckle. 

"Well good! Because that's what we want. Denise and I have grown close since that first evening together. I don't feel threatened by her." 

"And I don't want to take her place in your life, or come between you two," Denise added. 

Jean grabbed Denise's hand and looked at Hank. "We've decided we want to share you! We know there will probably be some details to work out. But she wants to be your slut too, and I'm ok with that." 

Hank just sat there with his mouth hanging open not knowing what to say. After several long seconds of silence he burst out laughing. "You want to share me!?" He couldn't stop laughing. When he finally stopped laughing he sat silently thinking about what to say. The three stared at each other. Hank finally spoke. "So you're ok with this?" he said to Jean. 

"Oh, I'm more than ok with this." 

Hank looked at Denise. "And you want this that badly?" 

Denise and Jean looked at each other. Then Denise reached in her purse and pulled out a small long box, stood up and walked around Hank's desk to stand next to him. "I really want to be your slut Master." She said as she handed the box to Hank. As Hank took the box Denise knelt next to his chair and bowed her head. Hank opened the box to see a collar that was identical to the one Jean was wearing. He looked at it, then Denise, then Jean. "Would you collar me Master and make it official?" Denise asked without looking up. 

Hank lifted the beautiful silk choker out of the box. Without being told Denise pulled her hair to the side giving him easier access to her neck. Hank wrapped the choker around her neck and snapped it in place. "How are you planning on explaining this to your coworkers?" he asked. 

Denise looked up. "I've loved Jean's choker since she got it. I just wanted one like it. It is a beautiful piece." 

"Did you pay for this?" 

"No!" Jean spoke up. "I did! I knew how you'd feel about her paying for her own collar!" 

"Good Bitch!" Hank grabbed Denise by the back of her hair and pulled her head back with his left hand as he cupped her face with his right. He ran his thumb over her lips softly as he smiled at her. "You belong to me now. I'm going to take care of you and use you in ways you've only fantasized about thus far." He parted her lips with his thumb and shoved it in her mouth. Denise sucked on his thumb with the eagerness of a bitch wanting to please her new master. He pulled his thumb out of her mouth and leaned down to kiss her. As their lips and tongues met Hank slid his hand down the inside of her dress and cupped her tit under her bra. Denise moaned into his mouth as Hank took her nipple between his thumb and index finger, twisting and pinching it. 

Hank stood up, pulling Denise with him. He looked at Jean. "Come here!" 

Jean walked around the desk and came along Hank's right side as Denise was held against his left. Hank wrapped his right arm around her and pulled her in tight. He looked back and forth between them. "You both belong to me now, and you belong to each other. And I'm not going to put up with any competition between you two bitches. Understand?" 

The ladies smiled at each other and answered in unison, "Yes Master," as they giggled. 

Hank then pulled Jean in and kissed her hard. Releasing her he turned to Denise and kissed her just as hard. When he released her he pushed their heads together. They knew what he wanted. It was the same thing they wanted. They began to kiss and moan into each other's mouths. After several seconds Hank laughed. "Why do I have the feeling I'm just along for the ride with you two?" 

Jean broke the kiss and smiled at him. "We don't want Master to feel left out. Can we take care of you?" she asked as she slipped her hand between their bodies and cupped his cock over his dress pants. 

"Not in the office bitch!" he said firmly. "You know my rule. I'm not breaking it. Have you told our new bitch that rule?" 

"Yes Master." Jean said with a pouting mouth. "We just wanted to have a little fun." 

"Not at the office! Now both of you get back to work!" He swatted them both on the ass as they walked away. "Be at our place tomorrow morning at 9:00!" he told Denise. 

Denise turned about to object, but then caught herself. "Yes sir!" 

"We'll talk about your home situation tomorrow! Now get out of here!" Hank smiled as they walked out the door. "Damn! My life just got more complicated!" Then he started to laugh again. 

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Hank sat on the couch with his laptop opened in his lap. Jean was finishing up in the kitchen as he searched for housing costs throughout the city and suburbs. Jean walked in, sat down on the couch, and snuggled up next to him. "What are you looking for?" Jean asked as she tucked her arm inside Hank's and squeezed up against his side rubbing her tit against his arm. 

Hank's right hand reached across his chest and stroked her tit flesh as he continued his internet search. Her tits were like magnets for his hands. He couldn't keep them off her. But then, why should he? "If you had your choice, would you rather live in the city or suburbs?" 

Jean looked at him. "What's wrong with this place? 

"I think our little family is growing and I'm starting to feel a little cramped. It's starting to get to me knowing that there's someone on the otherside of that wall, that wall, below us and above us. Plus I have some ideas that would not be conducive to living in a condo." 

"I don't know. I never thought of living anywhere else. I guess it would be nice to have our own place." Jean smiled as she thought about the possibility of buying someplace together. "What kind of ideas that wouldn't work in a condo?" 

Hank closed his laptop and laid it on the coffee table. He ignored her question as he grabbed her by the back of the neck and laid her naked body across his lap. "Did you think I forgot about your sneaking around with Denise?" Hank said with a laugh. He raised his hand and spanked her bare ass. SMACK! 

Jean yelped with the first swat. "I'm sorry Master! It just happened!" She was doing her best not to laugh, knowing that would only make it worse for her spanking. 

Hank didn't respond. He just kept spanking her sexy ass. With each swat Jean felt her cunt warming up as well as her ass. Jean's yelps slowly morphed into moans as Hank continued to work her ass. Hank finally let up on her ass and lifted her off his lap. He stood up. "Undress me!" he commanded her. Jean eagerly obeyed, standing and unbuttoning his shirt, then sliding it off his shoulders. She began to unbuckle his pants. "On your knees slut!" he grumbled. 

"Yes Master!" Jean could tell when his lust for her was taking control. She knew this was going to be intense. She dropped to her knees and finished unbuckling his pants. She pulled his pants and shorts down and slid them off his legs. She then sat back on the back of her legs, his erection staring at her. 

"You need to be punished!" 

"Yes Master!" she panted not knowing what was coming. 

"Tonight I fuck your throat, and your punishment is you don't have permission to cum this evening. You have to wait till tomorrow when Denise gets here. Understand bitch?" 

"Yes Master! I understand! Again, I'm sorry!" 

"I know you are! Now put your hands behind your back, and keep them there!" Jean did as she was told. "Now open your mouth!" Hank grabbed her head with both hands and slid his cock in balls deep. Jean gagged as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat and kept going. He held it there for several seconds and then pulled out. Jean gasped for breath as her spit flowed from her mouth. Hank shoved it back in and held it for several seconds, then pulled out. He repeated this several times until Jean's gagging became such that he knew he had to give her a break. 

Hank grabbed her by the hair. "On the couch!" Jean laid down on the couch as her throat began to relax from the assault it had just endured. Hank straddled her chest, his cock coated with her spit. "it's been awhile since I fucked these tits!" Hank laid his cock in the valley between her melons. 

Jean pushed her tits together and looked up at Hank, the lust coming from her eyes now. "Fuck my tits babe! Fuck'em good!" Hank began to pump his cock like a piston. "Ooohhh, give it to me!" Jean moaned. "Fuck your slut good!" 

Hank pinched her nipples and twisted them as he continued to pound her tits. He had learned how to work her body, and he was going to push her to the edge over and over before the evening was over. Jean squealed as he pushed her. Hank then reached around his body and cupped her cunt with his right hand. Jean looked up at him with longing in her eyes as he shoved two fingers in her cunt as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. 

Jean's moans turned into pants and grunts as he pushed her body toward that much needed orgasm he wasn't going to allow her to have. "Oooohhhh please Master!" she begged, almost crying. "I need to cum!" 

"No!" was all Hank said. 

Jean began to whimper as he continued to rub her clit, while fucking her tits. Hank felt his own orgasm building. He stood up and walked to the end of the couch, where Jean's head lay. He leaned over and tucked his hands under her armpits and pulled her up till her head was laying over the end of the couch. He laid his cock across her face, "Suck on those balls bitch! They've missed you!" Jean opened her mouth and sucked in his sack. "Oooohhhh yeah! Suck on those balls bitch!" Hank leaned over her prostrate body and started playing with her pussy again. Jean moaned with his balls in her mouth. He started rubbing her again, driving her body. Jean's body arched up and off the couch as he pushed her toward the orgasm he wouldn't allow her to have. Jean moaned and then whimpered as the need within her only intensified. 

Hank slid his hands up her body and cupped her tits. Jean moaned with a mouthful of scrotum as Hank kneaded her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. "Ooohhh, damn that feels good!" Hank lowered himself a little more as Jean sucked more of his sack into her mouth. He felt her nose poking at his ass and lowered himself more, almost suffocating her. "Oh shit! Yeah! You sweet cock sucking slut!" Hank continued to grind his balls into her mouth as he pinched and played with her tits. After several minutes he slid one hand back down between her legs and rubbed her clit again. 

Jean's body arched up and off the couch again as she felt his finger slid between the folds of her pussy and graze over her engorged clit. Her body responded with a series of mini convulsions. She began to whimper with need as she continued to obediently pleasure her master the way she knew he liked. 

Hank could have let her suck on his balls for hours. He finally pulled off her mouth. Jean's face was covered in perspiration and her own saliva. She looked up at him panting in lust and great need. "Lift your legs!" he ordered her. Jean did as she was told. Hank leaned forward and grabbed them by the ankles, pulling them back. "Open your mouth!" Hank slid his cock in. Hank groaned as his shaft was sheathed in the wet velvet softness of her mouth. "Ooohhh shit! This won't take long bitch!" Jean gagged again as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Hank pulled out slightly, then shoved it in again. He began a steady fucking of her mouth, Jean's body shaking with each thrust of his cock into her mouth. 

Hank looked down as he pummeled his lover's mouth, her face obscured. His breathing was more grunting now as his orgasm built. He smiled as he admired his bitch's body, glistening with perspiration, hearing all those little noises she made. She was one of the most sensuous creatures he'd ever had the pleasure of knowing and taking. "OOOOOHHHHHH FUCK!!" His cock exploded, pumping one rope after another of his seed in her mouth. Jean was unable to swallow because of the position of her head. Hank's seed began to run out the sides of her mouth and down her face as he emptied himself. 

As his orgasm subsided, Hank pulled out of her mouth and released her ankles. Jean's face was covered in his cum. She coughed and gagged as she cleared her throat. Hank walked around to the other end of the couch and flopped down. He looked over at Jean as she wiped the cum from her face with her fingers and fed it to herself. She reminded him of a sensuous cat cleaning herself after eating. 'I wonder what a female cat is called?' he thought to himself almost laughing. When she finished he pulled her over to him and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. He felt her body shaking. "You need it bad, don't you?" 

Jean moaned softly, her head buried in his chest. "Yes sir!" 

Hank lifted her head by the chin and kissed her on the mouth. He could taste himself on her as their kiss lingered. "Are you going to mess around with another bitch, namely Denise, or anyone else for that matter without my permission first?" 

"No master! I'll never do that again with Denise without asking you first." 

"Good girl!" Hank kissed her again. 

Jean pulled away. "Master! You know I would never give myself to another man, for any reason. I belong to you. You're the only man I want to belong to." 

"I know that bitch! Now, never let it be said I'm an unreasonable master. Stand up on the couch!" he ordered her. Jean looked at him a little confused, but did as she was told. Hank slid down in his sitting position till his head was laying on the back of the couch. "Also, never let it be said I don't take care of my bitches. Now straddle my face." Jean stepped over his body and straddled his head as she was told. Hank grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down till her knees were resting on the back of the couch on either side of Hank's head. 

Jean lowered herself onto Hank's face. She leaned on the back of the couch to steady herself as her cunt got closer and closer to Hank's mouth. Hank reached up with both arms, wrapped them around her thighs and pulled her down. His mouth locked onto her throbbing cunt when it was within reach. Jean squealed and her body shuddered as Hank sucked her cunt lips into his mouth and played with them using his tongue. Jean's body began to convulse as he sucked, licked and nibbled on her cunt and clit. She grabbed his head, wrapping her fingers in his hair, to steady herself. 




The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 12



"OOOOHHHHH!! DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP! IT'S COMING!" Jean panted as Hank was finally giving her the relief her body craved. As a reflex she began to grind her cunt into his mouth. "OOOOOOAAAAAAHHHHHHH" she moaned. Jean began to cry softly as her body convulsed, the sensations were so intense. Her breathing became short pants, her body on the verge of exploding. "NNNNNNNNOOOOOOO!!" Jean screamed as her orgasm slammed into her. Her body shook with one spasm after another. She bucked and thrashed back and forth, her hair flailing all over. The noises she made sounded more like an animal than a woman. 

Hank held on tight as Jean rode his mouth through her orgasm. Wave after wave of euphoric pleasure swept over her as her cunt was eaten, sucked, and licked. Jean grunted and moaned as Hank kept up his oral assault on the most sensitive place on her body. Even as her orgasm began to wane, he renewed his efforts determined to give her as much pleasure as he could. 

Jean finally released her grip on his head and slid down his body whimpering from the intensity of the orgasm she'd just experienced. Hank wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, his face coated with her juices. He stroked her back softly, Jean slowly regaining her composure. "That was so intense!" Jean panted. 

"Did that help your itch?" Hank asked with a chuckle. 

"Oh yes! Thank you master!" Jean cooed. 

"You're welcome bitch! I can't wait to see you and Denise in action tomorrow." 

Hank walked out of the bedroom scratching his head, trying to wake up fully. The smell of breakfast being made in the kitchen had woken him. Walking into the kitchen he noticed Jean was wearing her mandatory apron and nothing else. Even though he'd just taken her the night before, one look at that sweet ass of hers sticking out the back of her apron and his first thought was, 'I'll have that for breakfast.' He walked up behind her and caressed her ass as he reached for the coffee pot. "Good morning sexy." he greeted her. 

"Mmmmm, good morning Master!" Jean purred like a satisfied cat. 

Hank ran his hand up her side and cupped her breast under the apron that shielded it. "Did my bitch sleep well last night?" 

"Yes she did. And she wants to thank you very much for that!" Jean giggled as she turned the bacon. 

Hank playfully pinched her nipple. "Just make sure you and Denise don't break anymore rules. Understand?" He pinched her nipple a little harder causing Jean to yelp. 

"Yes Master! I understand." 

"You ready for a long day bitch?" 

"A long day of what Master?" Jean asked knowing the answer to her question. Just another game she liked to play. 

"A long day of entertaining me! A long day of seeing what our new bitch is capable of and watching the two of you in action." He swatted her ass. "But you already knew that! Now! I'm hungry! Feed me!" he growled. As Hank sat down at the table, "but before we do anything I want to hear her side of what's going on in her marriage." 

The intercom to the front door buzzed at 8:55. Jean didn't even answer. She just buzzed the front door knowing it was Denise. Several minutes later Denise knocked on the door to the condo. Jean opened the door and stuck her head around the edge so as not to be seen by anyone who might be in the hallway. "Hey bitch!" Jean giggled at Denise. "Come on in!" 

Denise walked in and turned as Jean closed the door behind her. Her eyes lit up as she saw Jean standing there naked, except for her collar. Jean held out her hand to take Denise's oversized purse. "You're overdressed bitch!" she tried to say with as straight a face as she could. It was going to take her a little getting used to playing the part of the Dom at times. 

"All of it?" Denise asked. 

"All of it bitch!" 

Denise undressed quickly as Jean watched. Denise was a little heavier than Jean, which Denise had commented on several times. They both decided they'd help her lose some of that excess. When Denise was completely undressed Jean told her to turn around so that she could inspect her the way Hank enjoyed inspecting her. Jean wanted to reach out and caress her body, but was under strict orders not to till she was given permission. "Very nice! I'm glad to see you wore your collar. That will please Master very much! Now follow me!" Jean led her down the hallway and into the living room where Hank was waiting. 

Denise's pulse quickened as she undressed and was led down the hallway. She had already been excited from the moment she had woken that morning. She'd hardly slept at all the night before as it was, with so many thoughts running through her mind, and what today would be like. She knew it was going to be unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.



The Awakening of a Slut Ch. 13



This is the last chapter in Hank and Jean's story. For those of you have enjoyed the story, thank you for your words of encouragement and comments.

I want to thank Monique for her help in editing. 


The Awakening of a Slut – ch. 13 

Jean walked into the living room with Denise right behind her.  Jean sat down on the couch and curled up next to Hank, leaving Denise standing in front of them.  Hank looked up at Denise smiling.  "Good morning bitch!"  Hank had thought about their situation most of the previous night.  

He was a practical man. The more he thought about it, the more he realized over time him having both Jean and Denise wasn't going to workout on many levels. He'd have to think of another alternative for Denise, because he wasn't about to give up Jean. But for today, he had two buxom bitches at his disposal and he was going to enjoy every minute of it. 

"Good morning sir!" she replied blushing.  She knew she would get used to this, but this was all new to her now.  She was standing in front of a man, naked, being inspected by him, and the adrenaline rush she was experiencing was unlike anything she'd ever felt.   

Hank sat forward on the couch and motioned for her to come towards him.  "Come here!" 

Denise stepped closer.  Her stomach was churning as she did.  Hank reached out with his right hand and ran his fingers over her pubic area and then down between the folds of her pussy.  He felt a slight stubble where her bush used to be.  Denise gasped when his middle finger slid between her pussy lips and rubbed over her clit.   

"Why are you here bitch?" Hank asked looking up at her, his finger slicing back and forth across her clit. 

Hank felt her body shaking as Denise answered him.  "I'm here to be your bitch, Master, and serve  you and Mistress." 

"Do  you really think you're ready to serve me as my bitch?" he asked sliding his finger inside her cunt. 

"Oh yes sir!" Denise moaned softly.  "I'll do my best!"   

Hank chuckled.  "I'm sure you will bitch."  Hank ran his thumb over the front of her pussy lightly and felt some stubble. "This won't do! I like my pussies smooth as a baby's butt." He looked at Jean, "Take our bitch into the bathroom and make sure she is shaved smooth." 

"I'm sorry sir!" Denise apologized. 

"Relax!" Hank said smiling. "It's alright! This pussy is going to get a real workout today! I just want it ready for a good eating. Maybe I'll give it a good spanking today. Then you'll never forget again how to keep your pussy ready for me." 

Jean led Denise into the bathroom, their arms wrapped around the other. Ten minutes later they walked back into the living room, arm in arm.  

"I'm glad the two of you have hit it off so well together because your both going to entertain me. Now both of you on the floor in front of me, kneeling." Hank stared at both of them smiling.  "I'm giving you both new names for the day."  He looked at Jean.  "Your name will be Lover."  Then he said to Denise.  "Your name will be kitten.  You two ok with that?" 

Both ladies replied almost in unison, "Oh yes!" smiling as they did so. 

"Good.  That should simplify things.  Calling you both bitch would have gotten complicated.  Now!  Kitten, on your back!"  Denise obeyed without hesitation.  "Straddle her face Lover!"  Jean spun around and threw her leg over Denise's head facing Denise's body.  "Now both you bitches start eating each other out, and don't stop till I tell you to."   

Hank sat back and watched as Jean lowered herself onto Denise's body.  Within minutes the room was filled with the sounds of the two ladies giving and receiving all the pleasure each could give the other. The sucking and slurping sounds of two pussies being eaten interspersed with moans and gasps as each lady pushed the other towards what would be their first orgasm of the evening.  Their moans intensified as each was driven towards climax.   

Hank stood up with a chuckle.  "I'm going to get myself another cup of coffee.  Neither of you have permission to cum until I give it.  Don't stop what you are doing." 

Hank couldn't stop smiling as he walked into the kitchen listening to the ladies moans transform into groans of frustration as each desperately needed release.  Hank took his time getting his coffee and fixing it just the way he liked it.  When he finally walked back into the room both ladies were whimpering with need as they obediently continued to orally pleasure the other.  Hank sat down slowly and sipped his coffee. He was having a great time enjoying his two horny bitches go at each other, knowing they were both on the verge of a mind blowing orgasm. 

"OK!  Enough!" Hank said in between sips of his coffee.  Both ladies ceased what they were doing and looked over at him, their lips, chin and cheeks covered with the other's juices.  Both had a glazed look in their eyes as they stared at Hank.  He smiled at them with a devilish grin.  "Let's see who has the most self-control.  The one who cums first has to sit and watch me fuck the other one first.  Now, as you were ladies."   

The ladies commenced eating each other out again with a greater enthusiasm.  As Jean felt her orgasm about to overtake her she started to lift herself off Denise's mouth, trying to get away from her.  Jean couldn't help but laugh to herself as she thought about how Hank had ordered them to push the other to the edge of climaxing only to be told the one who came first would be denied his wonderful cock first.   

Denise wrapped her arms around Jean's waist and pulled her back down, locking her mouth on Jean's cunt, attacking it like the sex crazed bitch she was.  Denise snaked her tongue inside Jean's cunt and began to lick the walls of her canal. 

Jean squealed with a mouthful of cunt as her orgasm overtook her.  She no longer cared that she'd lost their little competition.  She ground her cunt into Denise's sucking mouth as her body shook. 

Hank sat there smiling as he watched the ladies go at each other.  This was far better than any porn he could watch.  Jean finally rolled off Denise panting as her body still rippled from her orgasm.  Denise's face was covered with cunt juice, her body still longing for the release she was on the verge of having.   

"Climb on up here!" Hank said to Denise.  Denise stood up, then straddled his lap as Hank sat on the couch.  Hank's cock was already standing at attention from the show he'd just been given. 

Denise began to lower herself onto his stiff meat.  She moaned loudly as the head pushed its way into her fuck tunnel.  "Now stop!" Hank ordered her.   

Denise opened her eyes and looked at him with intense longing as her body shook with need.  "What?!" she asked, confused. 

"You're going to learn quickly that I like having fun with my bitches."  He reached between their bodies and grabbed his cock.  Then used it to rub the lips of her cunt and clit.   

Denise dropped her head on his shoulder whimpering with need as he tormented her.  "Oooohhhh, please don't tease me!  I need it so bad!" 

Hank grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back so she could look at him.  Smiling he said, "If I want to play with your body, I'll play with it.  You belong to me today."  He looked around Denise's body and saw Jean sitting on the floor watching them with longing and jealousy.  "Get up here!" he ordered her.  Jean almost jumped on the couch and sat next to Hank.  Hank released his cock and wrapped his arm around Jean.  "Remember Lover, this was your idea." 

"I know." 

Hank pulled Denise down on his cock, bringing a deep guttural moan from her.  Then he grabbed Jean's head and guided it towards the tit closest to her.  "You suck on this one."  Jean opened her mouth and sucked in as much of Denise's tit flesh as her mouth could hold, bathing it with her tongue as her teeth raked over the hard nub.  Hank smiled briefly before doing the same to Denise's other tit.   

Denise squealed as her body began to shake and convulse.  Her orgasm washed over her in wave after wave as she began to hump Hank's cock like a woman possessed.  She couldn't have stopped if Hank had ordered her to.  So she was glad he didn't.  Her tits would have been flopping all over the room if they hadn't been locked into Hank and Jean's mouths.   

The harder Denise came, the harder they sucked on her tits, drawing out her orgasm as long as they could.  She had never known such intense pleasure before.  As her orgasm began to subside she whimpered, not wanting it to end.  She realized at that moment how addicting that euphoric feeling could be. 

Denise finally fell forward panting, dropping her head on Hank's in exhaustion. Hank and Jean continued to suckle on her tits tenderly, which only added to the intensity of the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her body continued to spasm as she slowly descended from her orgasm. 

Hank laid his head back enough to look at Denise.  "Why are you slowing down? I didn't tell you to slow down!"   

Denise placed her hands on Hank's shoulders for leverage and began to hump his cock with a steady rhythmic pace. She grunted with each downward thrust, her body being driven again. Hank grabbed her hips and held them gently as she bounced up and down. The sight of her tits flopping up and down brought a lust-filled grin to his face. There was something about watching big tits flopping around that he never got tired of. 

Hank slid his hands up her stomach and engulfed her bouncing jugs as he felt his orgasm building.  "Ride that cock bitch!" he moaned. "Almost there kitten!  Almost there!"  

Denise squealed with delight knowing she was about to have her pussy filled with man cream. It had been so long since she'd felt a cock explode inside her, she'd forgotten what it felt like. "Oh yes!  Give it 

to me!" she panted as she bounced on his cock. "Fill my cunt! Fill me!" Denise squeezed his cock as hard as she could with her cunt.  

Hank threw his head back and grunted as it felt like his seed was being milked from his body.  "OH SHIT!! UGH! UGH!" Hank grunted with each ejaculation.   

Denise's body glistened with perspiration as she rode his cock, their mutual grunts and moans mingled with the sound of their bodies slapping together. Denise threw her head back in ecstasy as the realization that she'd just pleased a man, and she enjoyed it, registered in her mind. She moaned like a contented cat as she felt her womb being filled with his seed. This is what she had longed for and was made for. As Hank's orgasm subsided, Denise slowed her humping to a slow grinding of her pelvis into his.  

She sat back, her hair hanging in her face, and smiled as she rotated her pelvis on his softening manhood.  "Did you enjoy that sir?"  Even though she knew the answer, Denise needed that affirmation after so many years of not pleasing a man. 

"You know I did Kitten!" Hank chuckled as he stroked her tits.  "Now let's take this into the bedroom ladies."  The only thing Hank had planned for the day was enjoying his two ladies to the fullest.   

Hank climbed up on the bed and threw several pillows against the headboard, sat back against them and motioned for his ladies to join him.  "Why don't you get down there and bring me back to life," he said to Denise. Laying across his thighs, Denise lifted his limp cock and sucked his balls into her mouth as she stroked his shaft.  "Come here."  He motioned to Jean.   

Jean curled up in his arms. Hank wrapped his left arm around Jean and kissed her deeply as his right hand fondled her tits. Jean moaned into his mouth as Hank softly pinched and fondled her hard nipples. This was a first for him. Hank had never had two women at the same time. The pleasure they were giving him was amazing. He could get used to this. Hank ran his hand down her stomach and between her legs, Jean opening them willingly as his fingers lightly danced over her engorged clit.   

Jean moaned again when his fingers came into contact with her clit. Hank knew exactly how she liked to be touched and played with. He ran his fingers back and forth over the lips of her pussy, then between the folds of her lips. He gently took her engorged clit between his index and middle finger and pinched it hard enough to elicit a gasp from her.  

One of Hank's favorite new pastime was driving his lover's body and discovering new ways to push her sexually. There was always something new to learn with how to pleasure a woman. His mind immediately went to Denise, wondering what her buttons were that he would enjoy learning and pushing. 

Hank dropped his head down and sucked in one of Jean's mammoth tits. At the same time he slipped two of his fingers in her gushing pussy. Jean squealed as he played with her. "Ooohhh, harder!" she gasped. Hank maintained his gentle steady stroking of her pussy and a gentle nibbling of her tit. Jean began to squirm as the need within her built to the point of making her want to scream with need. "Ooohhh please don't make me beg!" Jean moaned. 

Hank chuckled to himself as he kept his mouth full of her tit flesh. Jean was so out of her mind with need, she was begging and didn't even realize it. Hank pulled off her tit with a soft popping noise as the 

suction was broken. His head fell back with eyes closed. He was enjoying Denise's oral skills as she brought his cock back to life.  

"Damn! Our bitch really knows how to give head!" he moaned softly to no one in particular. Denise worked his cock with an eagerness, wanting to please Hank in every way. "Sit up!" Hank said to Jean. He then grabbed Denise by her hair and gently pulled her off his cock. "Get up here!" he growled. 

Denise crawled up next to Hank as he looked at Jean. "Why don't you go for a ride?"  Jean giggled as she threw her leg over his stomach.  Taking his stiff manhood in hand, she positioned the head at the opening of her womb.  Jean moaned in a low guttural voice as she lowered herself onto his cock.  She began a slow humping of his cock.   

Hank laid there holding Denise next to him, watching Jean with lust and admiration.  The look on her face said it all.  She was completely lost to the pleasure that this cock that was filling her was giving her.  She was a beautiful creature to behold as she ground her pelvis into Hank's, her hair hanging in her face and her tits bouncing up and down.   

Denise lie next to Hank watching the show with longing.  She'd just been thoroughly satisfied in a way she'd never experienced before. Yet she felt an emptiness she knew just a good fucking wouldn't fill.  She felt like an outsider looking in as she watched Jean ride Hank's cock. She wanted what her friend had. She knew Jean had first place in Hank's heart and desires. She wanted to be first place in some guy's heart and lust-filled desires. 

"OOOOHHHHH FUCK!!  CUUUMMMIINGG!" Jean moaned. Her body shook with one spasm after another as she dug her claws into Hank's chest. Hank watched with complete joy as his lover gave herself over to the sensations that now controlled her body. No matter how many times he brought her to this point it never got old, and it only made him want to do it more.   

Hank twisted Denise's head and body till she was facing him. He then pulled her in and began kissing her as he cradled her head with one hand, while his other explored her body. His hand engulfed her breast and squeezed it, kneading it like a huge lump of dough. He then took her nipple between his fingers and pinched it till she squealed in his mouth. Denise started grunting into Hank's mouth as he worked her nipple, pulling and pinching it. He felt her body twitch with every squeeze of her nipple. 

Jean continued to grind her pelvis into Hank's cock after her orgasm subsided. She felt her arousal building again as she watched Hank playing with Denise.   

Hank pulled her head back. He kissed and nibbled his way down her neck and over her collarbone  until he got to her heaving tit. He sucked her hard nub into his mouth and nibbled on it with his teeth while  strumming it over and over with his tongue. Denise squealed with delight as he drove her body for their mutual pleasure.  

His hand slid down her body, over her stomach, until it was cupping her throbbing cunt. His hand was soaked within seconds. He slipped two fingers inside her and played with the walls of her womb. Denise began to grind her pussy into his hand, pushing herself closer and closer to another orgasm. Just before her body responded with another orgasm Hank pulled his fingers out of her cunt and his mouth off her tit. "Lay on your back!" he told her.  "Get up!" he said to Jean. "Let's make room for our kitten." 

Jean climbed off Hank's cock disappointed and not knowing what he had in mind for Denise next. He positioned Denise in the middle of the bed. Hank looked at Jean. "Straddle her face! Let's both have some fun with our fucktoy!" Jean threw her leg over Denise's face almost giggling as she did so.  Jean's musky smell filled Denise's nostrils as her cunt hovered over her face. Jean lowered herself till her cunt was almost smothering Denise. Jean moaned as Denise's mouth wrapped around her cunt and sucked it in.  

Hank smiled as the sensations Jean felt between her legs registered on  her face. Jean began to grind her pelvis in a circular motion as Denise worked her cunt with an eagerness to please. Hank crawled between Denise's legs, lifted them, and pushed them back to Jean.  

"Hold these for me!" Jean grabbed her legs by the ankles and pulled them back, exposing her cunt and ass for whatever Hank in mind. He straddled up between her legs, laid his cock on her cunt and began to rub the length of her slit with it. Denise moaned into Jean's cunt and her body shook as Hank's cock worked her clit. 

Hank slipped his cock in her cunt and began a steady fucking, knowing he was going to last a long time since he'd just cum not too long ago. Jean and Hank smiled at each other as they worked Denise's body. Hank reached out and began playing with Jean's tits.  "Is our bitch as good a cunt sucker as she is a cock sucker?" he asked smiling. 

"Oooohhhh, she's incredible!" Jean moaned as she renewed the grinding motion of her cunt. Hank pinched both Jean's nipples and pulled on them. The sensations surged from her nipples through her body and down to her cunt.  "Oohh, shit!" Jean moaned with eyes closed.   

"So tell me! Does our bitch have any fantasies I should know about?" Hank asked Jean. 

Jean grinned. "She's talked about how erotic it would be to be taken by a bunch of guys!" 

Hank and Jean talked about Denise as though she was in another room instead of beneath them, servicing them like the slut she was being used as. Their conversation only added to her own sexual arousal. Hank's eyebrows rose. "Really!? I think we can arrange that." Hank thought for a few seconds. "What do you think? Should I invite the guys over?" 

"Ooohhh!" Jean groaned. "That sounds like fun! Do it!" 

"I'll make some calls right after we're done here.  Now come here!" Hank grabbed Jean by the back of her neck and pulled her forward. Their mouths locked together as Hank continued to maul her heaving tits with his free hand. Jean was climaxing within a minute, her cunt gushing all over Denise's mouth and face as Hank worked her tits. Jean grunted and moaned into Hank's mouth as he held her tightly. Wave after wave of euphoric pleasure washed over her body. 

As Jean's orgasm subsided Hank pulled her head back and stared into her eyes smiling. "I love you!" he said softly. Jean purred in response. "Now get down there and finish me off." Hank pulled his cock out of Denise's cunt as he guided Jean's head down. Jean opened her mouth with the eagerness of a woman wanting to please her lover.   

"Ooohhh shit!" Hank groaned as her mouth engulfed his meat. "Damn that feels good!" Holding her head securely he began a steady fucking of her face knowing it wasn't going to take long. He wanted to 




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hold out as long as possible and enjoy Jean's oral skills to their fullest. She sent him over the edge when she reached under her chin and cupped his sack. She began to stroke it gently, almost tickling his balls.  

Hank chuckled, "You sneaky bitch! Oh shit! Oh shit!" He grunted as his cock exploded in her mouth. Hank grunted with each shot of his cream. Jean swallowed every drop of his precious seed, milking his sack of everything she could get out of it. 

Hank finally fell back on the bed, satisfied and exhausted. "I was an idiot to think I could keep up with you two bitches." The ladies laughed as he reached for his cell phone next to the bed. "Hey Tony, this is Hank!  Doing anything this evening?" 

"Not anymore man! Are you having another party? I hope so!" Tony would have jumped through the phone if he could have. 

"Jean has a new friend I'd like to introduce you guys to. Call Jerry and Leon and see if they're available." 

Hank closed his phone and threw it back on the table. "You ladies might want to get some rest. It may be a long night," Hank said smiling. 

"I'm not tired!" Denise said returning the smile. "You?" she asked looking at Jean. 

"Nope! Let's play!" The ladies pushed Hank back on the bed and began working his cock between them. 

"Oh shit!" Hank groaned. "You two are going to kill me!" 


The front door chimed shortly after 2:00 in the afternoon. Hank hit the intercom. "Who is it?" 

"Hey it's us man!" Tony replied on the other end. 

Hank looked at the ladies who were sitting in the living room. "What the hell is with these guys? I thought I said this evening." He hit the intercom button. "I thought I said this evening?" 

"You did man! We got impatient! Besides, it's this evening in England." 

Hank couldn't help but laugh as he buzzed them in. He went to the front door and unlocked it, knowing they would just walk in. The ladies were sitting in the living room wearing bathrobes when the guys did just that. They walked in, Tony carrying a case of beer with Leon and Jerry carrying a bag of munchies each.  

"So let's get this party started!" Tony almost yelled. "Jean you are as beautiful as ever!" He walked over to her, took her hand and kissed it. "And who is this gorgeous creature?" he asked taking Denise's hand. 

"This is my friend Denise. We work together! Denise, this is Tony." Jean made the introduction. 

"Well aren't you the charmer!" Denise said grinning as Tony kissed her hand. 

"He's full of shit!" Jerry mumbled almost laughing. "Don't fall for his Casanova bullshit! He's liable to talk you to death before anything else." 

Tony looked over his shoulder at Jerry. "Man! You have no class! You know that?" 

Jerry looked at Leon and chuckled. "Somehow that doesn't bother me coming from him!" 

"Denise, that's Jerry and Leon." Jean finished making the introductions. 

"Nice to meet you Denise." Jerry greeted her. "You are a gorgeous lady." Jerry turned his attention to Hank. "What's with you man? You only hang around beautiful women? It's not fair that you get all of them!" 

"What can I say? Some of us got it. And some don't!" 

Leon looked at Jerry. "Between those two, there's enough shit in here to spread all over Lincoln Park! Hi Denise. It's nice to meet you!" Leon extended his huge paw and shook her hand. Denise's eyes lit up as her hand was swallowed up by the massiveness of Leon's. Her first thought was, 'I wonder if his cock is as big as his hands?' 

Hank and Jean took the snacks and beer from the guys. "You four get acquainted while we take this in the kitchen," Hank said. Hank made room in the fridge for the beer while Jean poured the snacks in various bowls. He then walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts. "I'm not sure I want to share you this afternoon." Hank bit her neck sending shivers down Jean's back. 

Jean pushed herself back into Hank's arms as she wrapped her arm around his head and pulled it down into her neck tighter. She couldn't get enough of his touch. "Oohh, take me babe!" she moaned softly. "We could just go to the bedroom and let them have the spare bedroom." Hank slipped one hand inside her robe and mauled her tit while his other hand slid down her stomach and cupped her pussy. 

"That's ok with me." Hank mumbled between nibbles on her ear. 

Jean shivered when Hank licked the rim of her ear and shoved his tongue in her ear. "Ooohhh, I love it when you do that!" 

Hank chuckled. "Mmmmm, I know!" 

Jean pulled away from him suddenly panting. She turned. "I can't leave Denise alone right now! Let me see how things go! OK?" She asked almost pleading. 

Hank reached for both her nipples and pinched them, pulling her back to him. "No! It's not ok! But I understand! Get your ass out there then. But don't forget who you belong to!" 

Jean threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I'll never forget who owns me!" 

Denise was on the couch with Jerry on one side of her and Tony on the other when Jean walked in the living room. Her robe was open and the two guys were taking turns between her tits and pussy. Jean saw the glazed look in her eyes as she approached. She knew that look. Denise was completely lost to the sensations Jerry and Tony were giving her. She alternated kissing Jerry and Tony as their hands pushed her body through what seemed like one long orgasm. Jean knew it was just a matter of time before the guys demanded Denise serviced them, and she would gladly submit. 

Leon stood next to the couch watching, the bulge in his pants evident. Jean tucked her hand in his belt and pulled him over to the easy chair. "Come here!" her voice husky from sexual arousal. "I need some dark meat!" Leon dwarfed Jean in size. Yet she led him like a lamb to the slaughter as she pulled him over to the chair. She sat down facing him, unbuckled his pants and pulled his massive cock out. She 

took his hanging sack in one hand as she pulled on his shaft with the other. "Mmmmm, I've always loved dark meat." She slipped the head of his cock in her mouth and let it slide in till it hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly. Leon grabbed her head and held it tight.  

"Ooohhh fuck bitch!" Leon moaned. "Can I take you home?" 

Jean pulled off him and smiled up at him. "I belong to Hank. You'll have to talk to him. But I'll forewarn  you, he's really possessive." 

Leon looked down as he towered over her. "I guess he's letting you do this now. So I'll take what I can get." He pulled her head back into his crotch. Jean opened her mouth and allowed his cock to slide in. Leon fucked her face as Jean's drool flowed from her mouth and down her chin. 

Denise squirmed and squealed on the couch as Jerry sucked on her tits. Tony had moved down between her legs and was eating her pussy.  Denise's body convulsed and shook as the guys worked her with unrelenting determination. Jerry looked over the couch and saw Hank sitting off to the side drinking a beer, watching the show. "Spare bedroom available?" he asked. 

Hank held up his can as though he was toasting him. "Go for it!" 

Jerry stood up. "Let her up Tony! Let's take our bitch into the bedroom!" Tony stood up, then they both grabbed a wrist of Denise's and helped her up. "You ready to get fucked gorgeous?" Jerry asked. 

"Give it to me! Fuck me hard!" Denise almost begged. 

Jerry and Tony were undressed in record time as Denise climbed up on the bed.  "On all fours bitch!" Jerry took charge. "I'm taking her ass!" he said to Tony.  

Tony climbed up on the bed in front of Denise. He grabbed her head and pulled it down. "Come on mama! Show me what a good cock sucker you are!" Denise inhaled the musky smell from between his legs as her mouth filled with his rigid pole. Tony moaned, "Oh sweet mama! You're good bitch! Real good!" Denise was almost giddy as his praise registered in her. She had pleased Hank. Now she was pleasing another man. It had been so long since she had done that.  

Denise felt Jerry saddle up behind her. Then she felt his hand spreading her ass cheeks and running his fingers down the crack and over her swollen pussy. She moaned onto Tony's cock as Jerry worked her cunt and ass, her body tingling as his fingers stroked up and down her slit. After several minutes Denise's cunt was gushing like a broken faucet. Jerry took his cock in hand and rubbed the head along her slit and poked it inside her cunt. Denise tried to pull off Tony's cock and scream in ecstasy. Tony held her head tight, her mouth impaled on his cock that was about to erupt.  

"Fuck man!" Tony groaned, his face contorted from the pleasure Denise was giving him. "This bitch knows how to suck cock!" 

Jerry chuckled as he saw the expression on Tony's face. "That's it man! Fuck her face good! I think this bitch likes to please!" 

Tony's words brought Denise back to her task of how she was to be servicing his cock. Jerry's manipulations of her pussy had distracted her. Multi-tasking had never been one of her strong points. 

She knew she'd have to work on that. She twirled her tongue around the head of his cock as her mouth bobbed up and down on it. 

Jerry shoved his cock inside her cunt, balls deep. Denise snorted as her body was filled with his meat stick. Hank had reawakened something in her. Now Jerry was taking her to a new level. He had praised her and played with her while they were on the couch. Now he was taking her in a way she had only fantasized about before. As he fucked her cunt, Jerry shoved his thumb inside her ass. Denise snorted again at the invasion. He began to stretch her ass knowing this was ultimately what he was going to be plowing. 

Tony's cock exploded in her mouth, pumping what seemed like to Denise a gallon of his seed down her throat. He grunted with every blast. Even after he was finished he held her tightly as the aftershocks rippled through his body. Denise continued nursing his cock, even after it began to soften. Tony didn't want the moment, or sensations, to end. Denise had proven her proficiency with her oral skills. Tony knew he wanted to dip from that well again and again. 

Denise raised her head as Tony's cock slipped out of her mouth. Jerry seeing his buddy was done, grabbed Denise by the hair and pulled her back gently. "Now it's time to go for a ride!" He pulled his soaked cock out of her cunt and held the head at the opening of her partially stretched ass. With a slow steady push he shoved his cock into her still tight rectum.  

Denise let out a screaming whimper as Jerry took control of her body for his pleasure. He pulled her further up and back into his body by her hair as he reached around her with his other hand and began to maul her tits. Jerry kept up the pressure, slowly sliding his cock inside her bowels. When he was finally in all the way he held her tightly, pulling her against his body.  

His hand squeezed her tit, then slid down her stomach till he was rubbing her clit. The mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through Denise's body was almost too much for her. The sensations were so intense Jerry's words he was whispering in her ear didn't register at first. 

"I want to take you home with me! I want you for myself!" 

His words were lost on Denise whose brain was in sensory overload. "Oooohhhh! Fuck my ass!" she moaned. "Fuck me!" 

Jerry slipped two fingers inside her cunt. Denise responded just how Jerry hoped she would. Her moan sounded more like some animal than it did a woman being pleasured. "Did you hear what I said bitch? I want  you for myself! Do you want to come home with me?" 

His words finally registered. "Yes! Yes! Oh yes!" she moaned. "Take me!" Then her brain brought her back to reality. All she could say was, "Hank?" 

"You let me worry about Hank!" he whispered in her ear. Jerry pushed her back down on all fours. Tony had moved off the bed and was watching the erotic coupling from the chair next to the bed. Jerry began pounding his meat into her. Denise's body shook and her tits bounced with every thrust of his cock inside her.  

The noise of their bodies slapping together filled the room. Within a few minutes Jerry felt his orgasm building. He knew it was only going to be a matter of seconds before he was emptying himself inside her. 

"Oh shit! Here it comes babe!" Denise smiled to herself when she heard Jerry refer to her as 'babe'. She liked it. "OH FFFUUUCCCKKK!" Denise felt his cock expand and then explode, filling her gut with his cream. Denise's ass felt like it was on fire to Jerry as his cock pounded in and out of it. The two lovers grunted in unison as Jerry emptied himself inside her. Denise had never felt so used and fulfilled at the same time. She began to feel his cream oozing out around his cock and down her legs.  

As Jerry's orgasm waned he pulled her back up and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. "I meant what I said. I want you for myself! Is that what you want?" 

Denise replied without hesitation. "Yes!" 

"Hey!" Tony whined from the chair. "What about me!" 

Jerry looked at him and smiled. "Get your own bitch! This one's mine!" Denise turned her head. The two kissed as Jerry fondled her breasts. "You're coming home with me after today." 

Leon sat on the couch satisfied, drinking a beer. Jean had emptied him, taking his load all over her tits as she tit-fucked him. She had cleaned herself up and was now sitting in Hank's lap as he sat in his easy chair. The other three came out of the spare bedroom and joined them. "Who's hungry?" Hank asked. All agreed they needed something to eat. "Then let's go get something to eat, then we can come back here and enjoy dessert." 

The six of them got dressed and started to head out the door.  Jerry pulled Hank aside. "I want to talk to you about Denise." 

Hank wasn't shocked by Jerry's statement. He'd noticed they looked at each other differently, and she'd always been within arms reach of Jerry since they'd walked out of the bedroom. "OK! What's up?" 

"You ok if she comes home with me? I’m not sure how all this Master – Sub shit works! I just know she's a classy lady I'd like to get to know better." 

Hank laughed. "I'm not sure how all this Master – Sub shit works either! I just know it can be a lot of fun. I don't own Denise. If she wants to go home with you – go for it!" 

Hank and Jean lay in bed that evening, both exhausted from the days festivities. Jean curled up under Hank's arm, purring like a content kitten. "Do you think Jerry and Denise will work out?" she asked. 

Hank grumbled half asleep. "How should I know. I did give him some insights into what she's dealing with at home. He seemed open to it." Hank laughed to himself. "I've heard of love at first sight before. But love at first fuck – that's a new one." 

Jean leaned up on her elbow and giggled as she looked down at Hank, her hair falling in her face. "Maybe we should start a dating service." 

Hank laughed. "You bitch! Go to sleep before I give you a good spanking."