6 comments/ 537825 views/ 44 favorites Exploitation of a Housewife By: A Cracker Slut Now the woman in the story is very real, the names have obviously been changed to protect the innocent. Sh would love to receive your feedback so get writing and voting. Hope you all enjoy. ***** Fay was lying in bed, bleary-eyed as the sun slanted through the window. She loved this time of the morning, lying there with her thoughts, Richard, her husband long gone to work, feeling all warm and sleepy. Fay couldn't resist running her hand down over her soft skin, searching for her nipple, teasing it as her hand went lower, searching for the heat between her legs. She was feeling particularly horny at the moment, mainly due to the fact that Richard had been away on business a lot recently and was always shattered when he returned. Fay didn't work, so she had plenty of time to fantasise, and play with herself, somehow though it wasn't the same and she yearned for something more distracting to keep her occupied. Fay shut her eyes, her mind filling with images of a faceless lover using her for his own pleasure, fucking her ruthlessly, roughly pawing her breasts and pinching her nipples. She stifled a moan as her fingers slipped inside the folds of her cunt, working away, teasing the slick folds of her outer lips. Mmmm that feels so good, thought Fay already on the way to an orgasm, she pushed a finger inside herself, revelling in the feeling of penetration as she continued her toying. A sudden noise from downstairs snapped her from her playing, bloody doorbell, her orgasm receded into the background as she jumped from her bed cursing to herself under her breath. Normally she would of left it but Richard was expecting a special delivery from work and Fay knew she would be in trouble if she didn't sign for it. She threw a dressing gown on, aware that it barely covered her ass as she ran downstairs and into the hall. Fay opened the front door, a deliveryman stood on the doorstep clutching an A4 envelope to his chest. Fay barely registered the mans face, but was aware of him blatantly checking her out as her dressing gown gaped revealing her cleavage. Fay looked the man in the eye, he blushed aware that he had been caught. "Letter for you to sign for, addressed to Mrs Fay Smith, that's you I guess, if you could date the slip for me I'd appreciate it" "You better come in" The man stepped nervously into the hall as Fay took the clip board and turned to bend over the small hallway table, she was only to aware of her gown rising up her thighs, she was excited, knowing that the man must be getting an eyeful. Fay had flashed people before, it gave her such a dirty thrill, but recently she had found she could barely help herself and was making the most of the opportunities that presented themselves. She took her time, conscious of the excitement returning between her inner thighs, she made sure her gown was open, clearly showing her breasts as she turned round and handed the man his signed reply slip. Fay looked the man straight in the eye, he was blushing furiously but had obviously got the message as he was openly staring at her exposed flesh. "Is there anything else you require" The man's head snapped up, he stuttered a reply. "N..N..No Mrs Smith, that's fine thank you" And with that he turned and virtually ran back to his van. With one look back he started the van and speeded away. Fay chuckled to herself as he left, shutting the door behind herself, she put the envelope on the table and went upstairs to get showered and changed, she had a tennis match booked for 10.30 and didn't want to be late. Fay stepped out of the shower towelling down her long brown hair, she admired herself in the mirror, she exercised regularly and was proud of herself for maintaining the looks and figure she had when she was at school some ten years ago. Her legs were long and shapely from all the tennis she played, she knew that men admired her as she frequently caught them looking, she made no secret that she enjoyed the attention. However she tried to limit this flirting to her shopping trips, she knew Richard would not approve of her flirtation. Fay was lucky enough to have a husband that supported her and she was desperate not to jeopardise the relationship, she loved Richard very much and couldn't bear the thought of upsetting him, but she knew that her sex drive was not being satisfied at present. Fay dressed herself, white panties under short starched tennis skirt, topped of with white sports bra under clingy T-shirt and a little sun visor. Fay smiled to herself, secretly hoping for an audience at the club later on, occasionally on of the local schools allowed there senior boys to play tennis at the club and Fay loved all the admiring glances she got from them. She knew that their young hormone filled minds were undressing her and she loved the thought. Fay grabbed her sports bag and went downstairs, she spied the envelope and grabbed it on her way out of the door. She plipped her silver BMW, putting her bag in the boot and throwing the envelope onto the passenger seat, she got in, her skirt riding up again exposing her shapely thighs, no one to see her actions this time. Fay eyed the envelope, might be something important she thought. She opened it, it contained a folder which she opened, and another envelope, which she set aside. She was greeted by a number of photos, her attention grabbed she looked closer. The first one showed a young woman on her hands and knees, face hidden by long brown hair. She was being fucked by a large black man, his cock clearly visible as he appeared to be re-entering her. Fay shivered, the picture was having an effect on her, she still hadn't come and the events of the morning were taking their toll on her. The last thing she needed was a damp patch clearly visible on her panties, that would certainly raise eyebrows at the club, someone was sure to notice every time she served. Fay turned the next photo over, her heart ran cold all thoughts of an orgasm immediately evaporating, her breath sticking in her throat, it pictured the same woman on her hands and knees sucking the black mans cock enthusiastically. The woman was clearly visible this time, Fay recognised herself, her mind immediately rewinding to the party ten years earlier. Fay had gone with a friend, Sally, to a party in Notting Hill, Sally had begged her to go as she wanted to meet black men. Fay was not keen, they both attended a respectable private school, Fay knew Sally needed some excitement but didn't approve of her fascination with Black men. The thought repulsed Fay, she had always gone out with respectable white boys that her parents would approve of, she had gone anyway after she could not bear the pestering any longer. Ten minutes after arriving Sally had disappeared into a bedroom with some guy she had met five minutes earlier, leaving Fay on her own in a room full of black strangers. She faced a dilemma, she couldn't leave Sally here on her own, but she was desperate to leave. She settled on getting a bit drunk, eventually letting one particular guy, who seemed nicer than the rest, get her a glass of punch. Before long Fay was feeling a bit the worse for wear, she was slumped against the man as he talked to friends, she was feeling very light-headed but a lot more comfortable. The punch was making her warm and she hadn't objected as the man felt her breasts, oblivious to the watching friends as they smirked at her obvious enjoyment. Fay moaned her approval unaware of the unfolding situation, her body taking control, she revelled in the tingling feeling in her nipples and between her legs. The man had led Fay to one of the many bedrooms, she had been vaguely aware of another man being present but quickly forgot him as she was undressed roughly. Fay stood naked swaying slightly as the man undid his trousers and prized his enormous cock out, it was only half erect as Fay reached out to touch it, mesmerised by it. She had sunk to her knees, kissing the tip lovingly, barely aware of the camera as it clicked away in the background. She had awoken the next day, with a crashing hangover, only to aware of her nakedness. There was no sign of the man and with tears in her eyes she stumbled to get dressed and left immediately. Fay was troubled she remembered getting fucked like never before, but this feeling was mixed with shame as she only half remembered the acts she had performed and the constantly whirring camera, committing her obvious pleasure to film. Fay blinked and returned to the present, she had never spoken about that night, to Richard or Sally, who she still saw occasionally. She had told Sally she had left not long after she had disappeared and had never mentioned it again. In the back of her mind she had always worried the pictures would re-surface but since being married and moving to Surrey she had largely forgotten about the incident. The arrival of the pictures after all these years brought a fresh sense of panic to her, she had no idea who was behind the pictures or what they wanted, it didn't make sense. Fay's eyes settled on the envelope and with a sense of foreboding opened it, her hands shaking uncontrollably as her mind ran through the possible consequences that faced her. The envelope contained a short note. Mrs Fay Smith Your past is coming back to haunt you. After your tennis match you will go to the equipment shed behind the clubhouse. You will not be wearing panties. This is the tame set of pictures there is a video as well so do as I say. Failure to comply will result in the pictures being sent to every member of the club. That was it, no name or anything, Fay's heart was racing, she would be ruined. Richard was a member of the club, as were all her friends, she would be a laughing stock. No one would invite them for dinner, Richards business would be in tatters as it was revealed his loving wife had a less than perfect past, she fought to contain the tears that welled up inside her. What was she to do, cancel the match and not turn up, no good the pictures would be sent out anyway. She had no choice, she had to comply there were no options. Fay tried to calm down, there had to be a way out of this, she had money she would buy the pictures back and destroy them. So simple, no need to get all worked up about it, there just pictures after all, over 10 years old, nothing she couldn't talk her way out of. Fay felt the tension within her relinquish its stranglehold on her heart, everything would be fine. With these thoughts fresh in her mind she drove to the club, parked up and went straight to the court, she was a bit late and didn't want to risk defaulting the game as it was a league match. Her playing partner, a new guy called Graham was already waiting for her, he looked her over as she approached. Fay was not above a bit of flirting, if it helped her win a match and the guy was sort of cute. She dropped her bag and turning her back to him, bent from the waist, showing her thighs and she was sure a good look at her ass. All thoughts of her dilemma had gone from her mind as she started concentrating on the matter in hand, she had nothing to worry about. The match lasted an hour Fay won comfortably, after she shook hands with Graham again aware of his gaze. He seemed to be staring a little to intently at her, but she dismissed the thought and packed her kit up. She would just deal with the small matter of the pictures than she had time for lunch, maybe some of the girls were around. Fay remembered her instructions, removing her white panties, a little sweaty now, and putting them in her kit bag. She was aware of the cool air tickling her pussy hair as she tried to stop her skirt from rising up. Fay stood in front of the shed, its large barn like door slightly ajar, no one was about so she snuck inside feeling slightly naughty as she knew this area was out of bounds for members. She stood in the centre of the floor feeling slightly foolish, the room smelled of oil and diesel. Fay shifted her weight between her feet. "Is anyone there?" Her voice sounded tiny but elicited no response, she was about to leave, thinking the whole thing some kind of practical joke when Bill the caretaker appeared from behind a tractor, wiping his oily hands on a rag. "Damn, Bill you frightened me I nearly jumped out of my skirt" Fay sagged with relief, she had known Bill for ages, well not exactly known him. Bill was always around, pottering, mowing the lawn, mending the nets keeping his head down, as the privileged enjoyed the facilities he worked hard to maintain. Fay had never appreciated how big he really was, he always seemed to be stooped over some piece of machinery or other, but he literally towered over her, making her a little nervous again. "You looking for some one" His manner seemed different from usual Fay couldn't put her finger on it, but he seemed more dominant than normal, as if Fay was trespassing on his turf and was not welcome. She was suddenly aware of her nakedness under her skirt and was shamed at the thrill that coursed through her "No I must have taken a wrong turn, I was just curious about the shed" Fay knew this sounded pathetic, but she wanted to get out of here and meet some to lunch, it was obvious that she was being wound up, there was no one here to blackmail her. Fay turned to go. "Lift the skirt" Fay stopped dead, her heart skipping a beat, her earlier anxiety returned with a rush, almost causing her knees to give way. She turned to face Bill her head hung, suddenly unsure of herself, her confidence crushed. "You heard me, lift the skirt" His voice was harsh, Fay couldn't help herself, she complied, hesitating briefly before lifting the skirt over her thighs exposing her most intimate parts to this man she had barely spoken to before. "I take it you got the pictures" "Yes I got them" Fay mumbled a reply, acutely aware of her nakedness, all thoughts of buying herself out of her predicament gone from her mind. "Quite the little slut aren't we? I knew you would come, your desperate to see the video as well aren't you?" Fay hated to admit it but the pictures had had an effect on her, she had looked so horny, so wanton, like a slut on her knees sucking cock, she wanted to see more of this other side of her personality which had laid dormant for so long. Fay had no idea how Bill had come by the pictures or the video, it didn't seem to matter, he had them that was all there was to it. The pictures presented an image that was so unlike her normal self, the respectable surrey trophy wife, the thought thrilled her beyond her wildest imaginings. Fay knew she was in no position to bargain, Bill could pick her up with one hand, she had no choice but to accede to his wishes. Bill moved closer leering at her nakedness, he reached out to cup her left breast, he squeezed it roughly in his large hand, noting the nipple stiffening at his touch. Fay flinched at the contact she seemed powerless to do anything to stop this man. "W...What do you want from me, I've done nothing to hurt you, why are you treating me like this?" Fay stopped her outpouring aware that she had sounded like a scared teenager, rather than the confident woman she really was, damn what was happening to her. "I am treating you like this because I know you enjoy it" "What do you mean, I hate this, I'm twenty eight for god's sake I am not a schoolgirl anymore. "Shut up, I know you like being treated like a slut, in fact you love it" "I don't know what you’re talking about" Fay's voice wavered, betraying her uncertainty, she was worried Bill knew something she didn't, she had a horrible feeling that the photos weren't the whole story. Despite herself she wanted to see the video, the thought had nagged her continually since she had read the note in the envelope. "OK slut I'll prove it to you, get your pretty white ass in my office and we'll watch a little video" Bill grabbed Fay by the wrist making her wince, his grip was so strong as he yanked her to the corner of the shed and pushed her inside the tiny office. Bill forced her down into a chair and sat beside her, his physical proximity thrilling Fay despite herself, he was so powerful she found herself wishing he would take her there and then. Her mind rebelled at the thought but all thoughts of her respectability were diminishing rapidly from her head, as her body exercised its control over her. "Sit there like the good slut I know you are and we'll see what you’re really like" Bill slipped the battered video into the machine and pressed the play button. The image flickered and then focussed, Fay nearly sobbed, there she was naked, lying on an unmade bed, her legs spread wide, fingers toying obscenely between her legs. Bill turned the volume up slightly. "Don't want to miss any of your filthy language now do we." A mans voice, Fay recognised it as the man from the party, talking to her, issuing instruction to her, she was complying. "Finger your cunt, you stuck up white trash. That's it slut tell us what you want" "I want to be fucked by a black cock" Fay flinched, her voice was slightly slurred, she couldn't believe that it was her, to her shame the obscenities continued. "I need cock now, Ill do anything to get it" "Anything" The man's voice again, his questioning tone spurring her on to reply. "Anything you want, I need cock I don't care how I get it" "Good slut crawl over here, Ill fuck you while you suck Mark's cock for him" To her shame Fay saw herself crawl across the room, from the bed to the mans side, her eyes fixed on the camera, playing to it, swaying her ass, licking her lips, behaving like a complete slut. Fay was aware of the heat rising between her legs, she risked a sideways glance at Bill, she could clearly make out his cock outlined within his filthy jeans. She had to fight to control herself, she wanted to touch it, longed to touch it. Damn if only she had brought herself off this morning, her body yearned for attention and wouldn't be satisfied unless she got it. Fay returned her gaze to the video, hungry for more, aware of the effect it was having on her, she seemed so horny, so hot she could hardly recognise herself. She was currently struggling to take a large black cock deep within her throat, the man with the video was having trouble focussing on her as he received her attention. The focus shifted to her ass as the other man could be seen touching his cock head into her cunt lips, she groaned obscenely as he pushed it into her. "Getting you wet slut?, seeing what you're really like" Bill reached over flipped her short skirt up and ran a finger along her pouting lips, she did nothing to stop him. A moan rose in her throat, he pulled his hand away, she flashed her eyes at him, missing his touch already, desperate for more, he ignored her. "You can play with yourself if you want slut, all you got to do is ask." Fay gulped, she was desperate to bring herself off, but was damned if she was going to give this guy the satisfaction. That was her plan anyway, as the video continued, with her vocally demanding a hard fucking every time Mark removed his cock from her mouth she wondered how strong her resolve was. She would hear Bill chuckling quietly to himself, he seemed to know she was torn apart inside, her slutty side appeared to be winning the battle however. She needed relief, her mind was in a mess, all she could think about was coming, anything to reduce the heat between her legs. She caved. "Please can I touch myself?" There said it, that wasn't so bad was it, her body desperately trying to soothe her guilty mind. "You'll have to ask nicer than that, I know you know how, slut" "Pl..Pl..Please may I touch myself Sir" Exploitation of a Housewife Ch. 2 Fay was in a mess, it had been two days since the incident at the tennis club and she couldn't think about anything else, she wanted to wake up and realise it had all been a dream but she knew that wasn't going to happen. Fay seemed to have only two emotions at the moment she was either racked with guilt or so horny she thought she might burst. It was exhausting her, wearing her down, she needed to talk to someone, get it all out of her system but she had no one to turn to. Richard had left for a business trip the night of the incident, he had been in such a rush he didn't notice any change in his adoring wife. Since then Fay had been on her own, she hadn't dared go to the tennis club, she was scared she might bump into her Master. She knew only to well she wouldn't be able to resist his instructions if they met face to face. She had thought of little else these last two days, his face haunted her dreams, he was always dominating her, using her, fucking her. She had woken up in a sweat a couple of times, the image of herself on her knees sucking a cock or being fucked from behind was always at the front of her mind. She hadn't dared to make herself come, she knew his rules, she needed permission. Although she couldn't understand why she was agreeing to his terms, he wasn't there, she only knew she had to obey her Master's wishes. That was Fay's main dilemma, she wanted out of her predicament, but part of her was desperate for it to continue. What worried her was that the part that wanted to continue was winning the battle at the moment. Fay had kept her Master's card in her purse at all times, she could almost hear it calling her, ring the number, ring the number. So far she had resisted, but Fay had a feeling today would be the day she bowed to the need within her and called her Master. At midday it became to much for Fay, she was pacing in the hall way, heart thumping, phone in hand, the card in her purse, she had already memorised the number. She dialled, her hands shaking, she could barely press the right numbers. It was ringing, Fay panicked, what was she going to say, god I'm sweating, she thought. The line connected. "Yeah" "S..S..Sir its me" "Who's me?" "Your slut sir." Fay could just make out the sound of quiet chuckling. "That didn't take long slut, missing me already are you" Fay was already excited, just the sound of his voice was enough to set her clit throbbing. The realisation that she was missing her Master hit her hard, she slumped down on the stairs what was happening to her. "Yes Sir your slut has been missing her Master" "Good Slut, now what do you want?" "I need to see you Sir" "OK beg me first though" "Please Sir I need to see you, I want fucking, I need to be used, I don't care how, I just need it" To her shame the words tumbled from her mouth, she blushed at her readiness to utter obscenities. "Here are your instructions slut, obey them to the letter or you know what happens. I want you to dress like a cheap tart for me, tiny skirt, tight top, no underwear you know the deal, don't forget the high heels either. Ring me back when you are finished and don't keep me waiting slut" With that the line went dead, Fay scampered upstairs, she had no idea what her Master had planned for her but she could feel her excitement mounting, she felt deliciously alive again as though the cloud had lifted, she knew she would get what she so desperately needed. Fay accepted that she would have to work for the fucking she was sure to receive but didn't care. She frantically started searching her wardrobe, she normally wore subtly tailored dresses and suits and very much doubted she had anything tarty. Inspiration struck, she saw the bin bag in the corner of the room. Fay knew it contained a load of her old clothes from her school days, she had meant to take them to the tennis club for their charity drive and had clean forgotten. She tore the bag open clothes spilling out all over the floor. Fay pulled out a skirt, it was so short she knew it would barely cover her ass let alone anything else, she set it aside looking for a top to match it. She picked a skin-tight white boob tube with a flower on the front, ideal, very tarty, nearly see through. She hoped her Master would love it, it would certainly show of her assets to full effect. Fay stripped and flung her old clothes on quickly, just stopping to check herself in the mirror as she pulled on her high heels. The image that presented itself could not of been farther removed from the smartly attired well off women she normally looked like. Fay thrilled at her transformation, she looked like a cheap tart, nipples clearly visible, skirt just touching the top of her thigh, teetering on her heels. She knew she looked hot and was all too aware what anyone seeing her would think. She didn't care, all she could think about was pleasing her Master. She went downstairs careful not to trip on the stairs, the skirt swirling around her. God what did I do with the phone? There on the hallway table. She re-dialled. "That was quick Slut, I hope you complied fully you will be punished if you didn't" "Yes Sir, I complied fully, I am a good slut" "OK get in the car and get on the A3, take the turning for Surbiton and when you get there head into Kingston. Park in the drapers car park on any floor you like, then wait for me at the ground floor entrance, then we go shopping, Understand slut?" Fay was paralysed, she hadn't imagined her Master would make her go out in public like this. Yesterday's brief public walk to the toilets and back had been bad enough but she had known it would only be short lived. To have to go shopping dressed like this was too much to bear, she could feel her tears rising, the words sticking in her throat. "Don't make me wait slut" "Sir your slut will be waiting for you" The line clicked dead again, Fay sat down on the stairs, her earlier thoughts of excitement replaced with ones of dread. What if she saw someone she knew, she couldn't explain why she was dressed in such a way, never mind the fact she was with a huge black man. She sniffed once again she knew she had no choice, the thought of the video getting distributed amongst her friends and associates was a far worse fate than going shopping dressed like a tart, might as well get on with it, she thought. Fay drove, deep in thought, she had resigned herself to her fate and was now fixating on the fucking she so badly wanted and needed. She was trying to figure out how she could get her Master to fuck her, so far he had only let her suck him off, she couldn't believe he didn't want her as much as she wanted him. Fay parked up and sat for a moment trying to remain calm, she was virtually naked. The clothing she did have on made her look like an eighteen year old, not just any eighteen year old either, an eighteen year old slut, a sure thing at any party, good for fucking and nothing else. She got out of the car, smoothed her skirt down and made for the stairs. Trying desperately to think about something other than the heat between her legs and her throbbing nipples. She headed down the stairs, the all familiar car park smell of urine in her nostrils. The stairs allowed anyone following, or in front of her to see her nudity, at least its warm she thought as air played over her pussy hair, tickling her. She stood outside the car park, it was next to a busy road and she could see the heads of drivers and passengers swivelling round to get a second look at her. She blushed at the attention, secretly thrilled at the openly lustful looks she was receiving. A loud blast from a car horn rang out, her master had finally arrived, Fay waved shyly at him as all eyes turned to her to see what all the noise was about. She blushed at the attention realising that her Master had engineered the first humiliating episode of the day for her. His car disappeared into the car park and Fay was left with her cheeks cooling as the embarrassment subsided. "Good Slut finally you look like the cheap slutty tart you really are" Bill groped her ass, Fay's blush returning as she caught the disapproving stares of the people walking past. "Thank you sir, your slut is glad you approve" Fay was hoping no one could hear her talking like this, her battered sensibilities couldn't take much more abuse. "OK slut lets go shopping I hope you have your credit card handy you'll need it for what I have in mind" With that they set of into Kingston, they looked like an unlikely couple. Bill was very smartly turned out in an expensive looking black tailored suit. Fay on the other hand looked like a tart that had been picked up by a business man for the afternoon. She was only to aware of the looks she was receiving. Disapproval from the older couples walking about, smirking looks of pity from the thirtysomethings and blatant leering and whistling from the builders and adolescent boys. By the time they reached the Bentalls centre a small crowd of teenage boys were following at a discreet distance, not to far enough away however for Fay not to catch the filthy degrading comments. They stopped at the entrance. "Before we go in be a good slut and give your fans a look at what there missing" Fay looked at her Master imploringly, her eyes desperately searching for a shred of pity, there was none, part of her had known there wouldn't be. Fay bent from the waist, her skirt rising to reveal her cunt, framed by her firm shapely thighs, exposed for all to see. Fay craned her head round for an indication of how long she must stay in this position, the blood rushing to her head making her cheeks flush. The overwhelming feeling of shame was twisting her stomach inside out, compounded by the throbbing heat between her thighs that seemed to be increasing in light of her further humiliation. "You may get up now slut" Fay gladly straightened up, she was acutely aware of the whistling and shouting from the small crowd that had followed them from the car park. She was blushing furiously, eyes downcast secretly pleased that she was being lusted after by so many men at once. Bill gripped her arm and hauled her inside the shopping centre, making her trip slightly as she tried to keep up with him. "You enjoy being the centre of attention don't you you naughty slut" "Yes Sir" "Good your due a lot of attention today slut, but first lets shop, clothes first, I want my slut to look her best when she's out and about with me" "Yes Sir" They walked to the quicksilver shop on the first floor, Fay knew the sort of clothing sold in the shop, she even had one of there bikini's for her holidays. It was all skimpy skirts and low cut blouses, more suited to young girls with suntans and bleached hair than respectable ladies of leisure. Her master was already searching the racks, pulling items out at random, holding them up against her, as though she was just a clotheshorse. A young woman came over to help them. "Hi, may I help you guys? Maybe you would like to try some clothes on, we have changing rooms out back" She was about 19, her name badge said "Hi I am Sarah", she was very pretty, blonde hair, blue eyes and a stunning figure. Fay had never really looked at another woman before, but so much had changed over the last few days that she found herself imagining the young woman licking her thighs, she shook her head, hoping to dislodge the image, god how far was she going to sink? . She seemed to be viewing everyone as a possible source of relief from her pent up sexual needs. Fay's master had a couple of outfits for her to try on, as the unlikely threesome made there way to the changing rooms at the back of the shop. Through a door and into the darkened room beyond, as the door shut Fay felt immediately cut of from the relative safety of the shopfront. Her heart beat a bit faster, what had her Master got in mind for her and the lovely assistant? "OK slut you may strip of out here, there's no one to see you and your virtually naked as it is" Fay gasped at his talk, she could see the assistant looking questioningly at her Master, he turned to her. "Don't worry about the slut, Sarah she does what's she's told" Sarah was fascinated she looked at Fay, who averted her eyes, to shamed to do anything else. "What stuff will she do" Her voice betrayed her interest, she was openly checking Fay out now, running her eyes over her exposed body. "I cant see you removing your clothes yet slut" Fay hurried to comply, it didn't take long and she was soon naked except for her heels in the back room of the shop, standing in front of her Master and this shop assistant who was a good 8 years her junior. The familiar feelings of shame re-surfaced, would she ever get used to this abuse? "What stuff will she do?" "Anything you ask her, go on get her to do something" "What do I call her?" "Slut" "OK slut, stand on one leg" Fay had no choice but to comply, she felt ridiculous. "Cool, she's like a real live doll, will she really do anything you ask?" "Yep, she loves it, she's a dirty little slut and likes to be treated like one, get her to do something naughty, shell love it" "Pinch your nipple slut" Fay, eyes cast to the floor unable to look this young woman in the eye, pinched her left nipple making it throbbed painfully, she stifled a moan. She knew she was highly aroused, she had been since her Master had first rang earlier that morning, she didn't want to come in front of this young woman, but had to face it might be a possibility. "See I told you she's very obedient" "OK slut, keep that nipple hard, use the other hand to finger yourself" Fay groaned she knew she needed permission to come and was dreading having to ask her Master in front of his new friend. Her tender fingering between the slick lips of her steaming pussy were having the desired effect though and she was painfully close to coming, let me stop, please, her mind screamed at her. She looked up at her tormentors, desperate for a sign that the delicious torture would end without her having to ask permission to come. "Will she come?" "She knows she needs permission, from me first. She wont last much longer, but she wants you to tell her to stop, so she doesn't have the shame of asking my permission in front of you" "Stop, no way I want to see her lose it" Fay wilted, she had no choice any longer, she had to ask now or it would be to late. "Please sir may your slut come?" "Ask Sarah nicely slut, its up to her" Fay hit a new low point, tears welling in her eyes, acutely aware of the shame piling up on her. "Please Sarah, may slut be allowed to come" Fay had never felt lower, asking permission from this girl, who was just a shop assistant offended all of Fay's sensibilities. "This is so cool, wait till I tell my friends, you may come slut" Fay nearly screamed out with the force of her orgasm, her fingers were soaked, she could feel her juices running down her legs. The smell of her arousal filled the air. All through her release she was aware of her Master and Sarah watching her as though she was there own personal porn movie made real. Finally Fay stopped shuddering and tried to regain some composure. Her hair was plastered to he face, sweat trickling over her sensitive skin, her entire body felt exhausted, yet she had never felt to alive, so fulfilled. "Cool she comes like a train, can I meet her again in a more private place??Please" Fay could hear the pleading in Sarah's voice, she was secretly proud that the girl liked her, she knew she had put on a good show for her abuser's. Fay wanted praise from her Master though, a sign that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. It was with a tinge of disappointment, but not suprise that no praise was forthcoming. "OK Sarah I'll tell you what I'll do, you give us these slutty clothes for free. I'll take your mobile number and we can arrange a time when you can play with her properly, how's that sound" "Deal, the clothes are yours, here's my number" Once again Fay felt they were treating her like an object, to be swopped in exchange for money, clothes whatever, she was nothing more than a commodity to be traded for whatever her Master wanted. "Slut get dressed you look like a cheap hooker, we've got more shopping to do yet" With that her Master threw some clothes at her, turning to talk to Sarah, ignoring her again. Fay reluctantly picked the clothes of the floor and put them on. The bright colours would draw immediate attention to her when they went outside, Fay was past caring however. Her will was in tatters, all her dignity washed away in a tidal flow of hormones, come and need. She straightened the short skirt in the mirror, noting the amount of thigh on display, the top was no better clearly showing her erect nipples rubbing against the soft material and a fair amount of cleavage. "You guys better go out the back door, I don't want my boss to see you wandering out with a load of clothes you haven't paid for. Anyway love to see you again, particularly you slut" With that she smacked Fay on the backside, winking at her. Fay couldn't help herself smiling shyly at the young girl, a blush rising in her cheeks. They stood in the alley at the back of the shops, Fay wondering what was next, still desperate for some attention from her Master. This was an ideal place for him her Master to fuck her, she hoped desperately that was what's was on his mind, she could make out a large lump on his trousers and she was keen to get it in her mouth without further ado. She awaited her instructions, finally she would get the cock she needed so much. "Right slut, we've got lots more to do, so far your credit card hasn't taken a battering but that will changeover lunch. Then were carrying on with the clothes shopping OK" "Y.Y..Yes master" "What's the matter with you slut, something on your mind?" Fay's stomach was looping in on itself, she felt like a nervous 14 year old girl again, waiting to be asked on her first date. Get a grip on yourself woman, you're 28,She plucked up the courage and stuttered an answer. "Please Master I thought you might like to...." "Spit it out slut we haven't got all day" Fay took a deep breath. "Please Master I need fucking, badly I am so hot I don't think I can bare it any longer, I thought you might like to fuck me, please Master" Fay flinched as her Master laughed at her openly, she felt cheated, tears welling up within her once again. "What makes you think I want to fuck you, you cheap slut?" "I thought you liked me" Fay sounded hurt, she was trying to choke the tears back now as they rose within her unbidden. "I am here to slut you to other people, not fuck you. You will get fucked by me when I want, not when you feel like it, understand Slut?" "Y..Y..Yes Master" "Good, now lets go eat, I'm sure your behaviour has left you with more than one hunger that needs satisfying" And with that, he strode off out of the alley leaving Fay to trail along behind him snivelling to herself, she felt hurt and let down, would she ever get the fucking from her master she felt she so richly deserved? Ten minutes later Fay found herself sitting in the Pizza Express looking out over the Thames, she was waiting for her Master to order for her. She had been told to sit and wait and only speak if spoken to. The reason for Fay's enforced silence was simple, her Master had made her put a six inch dildo inside herself just after they had sat down. Fay knew if she opened her mouth, a slutty moan would come out and nothing else. Her master knew this as well and had told her to button it while he ordered the food. Fay sat there, gently shuddering, only to aware of her appearance. She had already received a number of odd looks from the waiting staff, one of whom, a 40 year old waitress, had winked at her knowingly, making Fay blush furiously and look away. To make things worse Fay had looked away after the wink, but the woman had caught her looking coyly over at her again only moments later. Exploitation of a Housewife Ch. 2 Although the dildo was not large, Fay had had bigger cocks in her over the last few days, it was causing her a number of problems. She was aroused beyond belief for starters, a situation she was now getting used to. More pressing was the fact that her juices were leaking from her stretched cunt, collecting on the chair, her aroma becoming evident to herself and presumably the fellow diners before long. "OK slut, sitting comfortably? Ill order for you as I know you are having trouble speaking at the moment" He smirked cruelly and waved at the waitress to come over and take the order. To Fay's shame the waitress that came over was the one who had winked at her earlier, shame and humiliation were becoming Fay's ever present background emotions but that didn't make things any easier. "What can I get you guys" The woman looking at Fay first to take her order, Fay panicked looking to her Master for help, she should of known better by now. "What's the matter hun? Cat got your tongue?" "Sorry she's not allowed to talk at the moment" The waitress looked puzzled turning to Fay's Master. "OK, has she been naughty? She look like the type, badly behaved" Fay flashed the woman a murderous look, she couldn't believe this, the woman was a bloody waitress, what gave her the right to discuss her situation. "Yeah she still needs a lot of training, but what can I do I just have to be patient with her, she's so needy though, kinda sweet" "Hmmm she looks like she might burst, want me to take her to the loo to let her cool down a bit" Fay saw the woman wink at her Master, god not again her mind screamed out, I am not a lesbian, I am straight, I need cock. Fay didn't know what she was anymore, her Master seemed intent on pimping her to anyone regardless of gender. She couldn't deny she didn't need the attention. Her slit was running with her juice, she was wiggling around in her seat trying to push the dildo further inside her. Her clit was screaming at her, desperate for attention, her body twanging with pent up desire. Electricity coursed through her, connecting sexual organs, continually making her all to aware of what was required, sex sex and more sex please, thanks for asking. "Sure take her, she needs a firm hand though, I'm sure you can cope" "Go on slut follow the nice lady, maybe shell give you what you need so badly" Fay hung her head, release was her bodies main concern, her mind had long ago given up the fight. She meekly followed the woman to the staff loo, going inside only to aware of what had happened the last time she ended up in a toilet. "OK lover lets get a look at you" Fay lifted her head, looking the woman in the eye, taking a note of her appearance for the first time. She couldn't of been more different from Sarah. She was easily forty, tall and statuesque, Fay couldn't help but admire the woman's prominent breasts barely contained within her uniform. "Poor baby you look like you've been through the wringer already today, I assume you love every minute or you wouldn't do it right?" "He's blackmailing me, I have no choice" Fay choked back a sob she could feel the tears welling up within her, her emotions flooding through her as though a dam has been unplugged. "You always have a choice baby, you sure your not enjoying it?" Fay looked up at the woman, blinking back a tear, the woman was smiling knowingly at her, she reached out to touch Fay tenderly on the cheek. Fay recoiled slightly, the woman's tenderness caught her off guard. Suddenly the woman leaned in, still smiling gently. There lips met, Fay was taken aback, despite herself she sunk slowly into the warm inviting lips, her tongue leaving her mouth to touch the womanise warm lips, her eyes closed lost in the moment. Fay hadn't realised how much had changed within her, as she crossed another box on the checklist of sexual experience. She was actually enjoying herself, responding, her mouth hungry, searching for the woman's tongue. She groaned into the woman's lips, the heat between her legs increasing again from background elevator music to front row of a Rolling Stones concert. She never seemed to be far from orgasm these days. The kiss broke, both women looking at each other, Fay cracked first frantically pulling her top down exposing her nipples to the woman's gaze. Fay couldn't wait any longer as tenderness gave way to need, she pushed the woman's head down to her aching nipple, obvious what she required, she wasn't disappointed. The woman's tongue snaked out, just catching the tip teasing it, flicking across the hard nub. Fay groaned her approval as her nipple was sucked and nipped, flicked and kissed. Her heat was rising, the dildo an ever present constant in the front of her mind. The woman's hand was making its way up her thigh now, encountering the wetness as it ran down Fay's thighs, searching ever higher until it came to rest on the bottom of the dildo. Fay was in a crisis, she had never felt so loved, so utterly cared for her, physical needs dealt with so effectively and gently. This woman had obviously had lots of experience, Fay found herself wishing this would never end. Her body had other ideas however as her orgasm approached, like a train that wouldn't be stopped it crashed into her, her body shaking with the release, as the energy within her finally found a release, she groaned wantonly not caring if anyone could hear her. As the intensity subsided she fell against the woman tears of joy and release trickling down her pretty face. She was held closely, the woman kissing her hair, smelling her holding her. Fay felt that everything was going to be OK, this all to brief respite from the humiliation shame and domination was only a brief interlude, she knew that, an oasis of love within the desert of her submission. She broke the embrace, conscious of the gap left by the dildo and the cooling juice on her thighs. "OK hun all better now, get that Dildo back in though or you're due a punishment" With that the woman kissed her cheek and ushered her back out into the restaurant, as they left together Fay was all to aware of the looks and glances she was receiving from the assembled diners. Fay knew the break was over she felt her cheeks flushing as the familiar feeling of embarrassment returned to her. "OK slut you feeling better now?" "Yes thank you master" "OK funs over for you slut, I know what you got up to in there, we could all hear your slutty moans, did you come without permission?" His voice was terrible he sounded really angry. Fay's heart skipped a beat in all her excitement she had broken the most important rule, always ask permission to come. She knew she was due a punishment, the severity of the punishment was what worried her. She waited in her seat patiently, accepting of her fate awaiting her instructions, what's the worst that can happen. As soon as she had thought it she admonished herself, she new only to well it could get pretty nasty. "OK slut ask your Master for your punishment" "Please Master, slut has been naughty, she needs punishing" "OK slut your punishment is as follows you will remove the dildo and suck it clean OK" "Y..Yes Master" Fay had sunk pretty low over the last few days but she was plumbing new depths now as she gingerly removed the dildo from her wet slit, to her shame it made a sucking sound as if her cunt was unwilling to relinquish its prize. Fay knew the people around her could clearly hear the noise. To her mounting embarrassment she noticed a sixteen-year old boy openly staring at her, his parents oblivious to her actions. She gingerly raised the dildo to her lips, tentatively flicking her tongue over the bulbous head, tasting her own arousal, slightly musky, her juices thick as honey. She slipped the dildo into her mouth, all the time eyeing her Master for a sign that she may stop her sucking and allow the humiliation to diminish. She moved the dildo back and forth, her tongue cleaning her juices up as quickly as she could. "Got all your slutty juices licked up yet?" "Yes Master" Fay struggled to make herself clear as six inches of rubber cock was proving quiet to talk around. "OK slut you may remove it, Ill put it away for now, you need to eat something" Fay passed the dildo to her Master, glad that her ordeal, or at least this part of it was over. She gladly started eating her pizza, thankful of a slight return to the mundane, even if it was to be short-lived. The meal over, Fay had paid, they left to resume the shopping trip, Fay only to glad to leave the restaurant behind, filled as it was with people who had witnessed her continuing descent into slutty oblivion. Her Master seemed to have a pretty good idea where they were going next, as he lead his willing slut behind him. Fay was growing more used to her role as fuck toy, she was less conscious of the looks she received, she knew she looked like a tart, but no longer seemed to care. She had never felt so alive sexually, her body buzzing with the thrill of it all, irrespective of the shame that accompanied her feelings of excitement. She was starting to realise that the shame played a principal part of her excitement, the two opposing feelings going hand in hand. They stopped outside an engravers shop, Fay recognised it, she had got a key cut in there once. She distinctly remembered the older man in the shop leering at her, her mind raced, what did her Master have in mind? "OK slut, we need to get you a collar to wear and a name tag engraved, you must try the collar on for size before you buy it understand? Then you need a name tag engraved with the words Doggy Slut" Fay's heart was pounding, she had no idea what her Master was going on about, dogs wear collars, surely he wasn't expecting her to behave like a dog for him. She looked questioningly at her Master, seeking answers and enlightenment as to what he had in mind. "Slut, I have something lined up for you this afternoon, you will need a collar and a lead, so I can take you for a walk. OK slut?" He didn't wait for an answer, propelling her into the shop as he waited outside. The ringing of the door buzzer brought Fay crashing down to earth, leaving her mind filled with images of her on her hands and knees wearing a leash, slobbering at her Masters cock, like an eager puppy. The shop appeared to be stuck in a seventies time warp, lino on the floor, faded stripy wall paper covered all the walls. A young man appeared from behind a beaded curtain. Fay was relieved that the older man seemed to be having a day off. "Can I help you Miss?" Fay drank in the tattoos, football shirt and gold earring. The man looked like a football thug, he was dripping with gold jewellery. Fay's throat constricted. "Hallo, you all right love?" "Y...Yes I'm fine, I need to buy some things" "Sure what you looking for?" Fay couldn't get the words out, she knew she needed to ask for a dog lead and collar that was the easy part, trying it on would be harder, but asking for a name tag would be unbearable. "I need a dog collar" "Sure we have loads of those, what sort you looking for?" "I'm not sure maybe you can show me what you have" "OK we have two types, leather studded, or choke chain, which would you prefer?" Fay could feel her heart pounding, the imagery involved was starting to nag at her, the familiar heat building once more. God I cant cope with many more orgasms today, how long will this torture last? "A leather studded one please" "OK here you go , last one in the shop, lead to match as well" The collar was made of inch thick leather and was regularly studded, it had a large brass ring attached, for hanging the tag of off presumably. Now the hard part thought Fay, the man was hovering behind her she could feel his presence, his stare burning into her back as he took in her attire. Fay turned hoping a snooty stare would send him of behind the curtain again, no effect, she remembered that she no longer appeared to be the upper class trophy wife, the image she presented today was much more what the man must be used to. Fay was running out of options, she had to think fast. Her thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of another man from behind the curtain. Fay's blood ran ice cold, the man who had sold her the key all that time ago. Recognition flickered in his eyes, as he took in her intended purchase. She was really stuck now, from the corner of her eye she could see her Master sitting on a bench taking in her discomfort, smiling to himself. She placed the collar round her neck, snapping the latch shut. As she did so she was acutely aware of something happening to her, a change in her will, she felt so submissive all of a sudden. She had been all to aware of her growing tendency to subservience over the last few days, but the collar changed all that, magnified it until it engulfed her completely. What was happening, what had she become, she knew her transformation was now complete. She had changed totally in less than a week, gone was the self assured, confident, attractive trophy wife of a successful business man. To be replaced by a fuck toy, slut, come drinking, cock sucking slut. Fay now knew she truly loved the treatment, her earlier anxiety she realised was nothing more than growing pains, she had found her true self, finally she seemed complete. The older man's voice snapped her from her reverie. "You want the leash on as well doggy?" The older man had immediately sensed the change, Fay knew he was chancing his arm, but she also knew she was now powerless to resist, she wanted to serve now, having accepted her new role. She looked out the window at her Master, he nodded imperceptibly at her, showing his permission, Fay knew he must have a pretty good grasp of what had happened. "Lock the shop up Darren, we've got to show this doggy how to behave properly" The door clicked shut, Fay was aware that her Master was on the other side of the door, leaving her at the mercy of these two men. He was just sitting there reading a paper now not caring what happened to her. She turned round eyeing up her new masters, however temporary there dominance of her she now knew she would do whatever they asked. "Hands and knees doggy" Fay complied immediately, assuming the position of complaint puppy. "I remember you, right stuck up cow you were, sexy as hell though and you knew it, we'll take a bit of that shine of this afternoon though doggy don't worry about that" With that the man yanked on her leash making her yelp, her knees already sore from the contact with the lino. Fay was only to aware of her top gaping open, her breasts in plain view, the tiny skirt around her waist now, her dripping slit on full view to anyone walking past the dingy shop. Her new Master lead her through into the back room. "First doggy needs to learn how to drink properly" The man indicated a bowl of water on the floor in the corner of the room, Fay eyed it nervously. "Get to it then doggy" Fay crawled over to the bowl, only to aware that she couldn't use her hands, she dipped her head down to slurp some water up knocking the bowl and causing some water to spill on the floor. A flash of pain ignited across her backside, she yelped. Her ass felt as though it was on fire the heat connecting with her slit mingling the pleasure with acute pain. "That's for spilling your water doggy, now keep drinking" The heat subsided to a warm glow, Fay got back to the task in hand, she lapped furiously conscious of the need not to spill anymore water. She knew her slit was on full view to the man, she couldn't resist wiggling it slightly putting on a little show for him. "Naughty Doggy, your owner is in charge of that later, I'm just in charge of training, so stop being a tart I'm not interested" Fay felt a little let down, the way the man was treating her like a naughty pet was turning her on unbelievably, maybe she could get the younger man to touch her. She licked up the last drips of water, pleased that she had completed her task so thoroughly. "Good Doggy, now that you can drink your water you need to learn one more thing. All doggies must learn to mark there territory. I want you to wipe your scent on two pieces of furniture, don't bring yourself off you horny puppy, I can see how desperate you are". Fay turned to face her trainer, she spied out an old workbench upon which the lathe for cutting the keys rested, she crawled over to it and shuffled round, placing her steaming cunt against the cool metal leg of the table. She slithered up and down it, luxuriating in the cool sleek metal, she closed her eyes, she was so close surely he wouldn't mind if she came. The thought of her earlier punishment surfaced in her mind, she couldn't cope with more punishment not today, she reluctantly moved away from the table. One more piece of furniture thought Fay, then I am out of here. Her trainer was seated in a chair now, avidly watching her every movement, Fay had a flash of inspiration. She moved over to his chair and swung around to rub her cunt against the chair leg, slowly allowing her juices to collect on the old wood, her aroma filling the room. Fay turned her head hoping to see the man lusting after her, praying he wouldn't be able to resist. He rested his hand on her firm ass, stroking her smooth skin, his hand creeping ever closer to her slit, toying her asshole now. She shivered at the contact eyes closed now as she sank into her new role. "Nice try Doggy, but I'm not risking it, your Master is a powerful guy and I don't want to get in trouble , but there is one more bit of doggy training you need" And with that the man fished his rapidly stiffening cock out of his pants and waved it in front of her face. Fay was mesmerised her eyes following the thick cock as it swayed back and forth, like a rabbit caught in the headlamps she seemed powerless to do anything. Her body finally snapped out of it, she hadn't had cock all day and wasn't going to turn this opportunity down even if the guy was old enough to be her dad. Fay knew what she had to do, she slobbered all over the man's cock, only to aware that her hands were useless she redoubled her efforts, using every trick she knew, lips, tongue and teeth were all utilised in the quest to extract the mans come. Fay was sweating now, her jaw ached and she still worked away at the cock, her mouth sawing back and forth, cheeks hollowed. Finally she received her reward, a thick jet of come erupted from his slit, coating the inside of her mouth, the man holding her head in place ensuring every last drop was sucked up by Fay's Hoover like mouth. He relaxed and sat back in the chair, eyeing Fay as she licked up a few dollops of come that had somehow escaped her hungry mouth. He patted her head condescendingly. "Good Doggy" Fay beamed, pleased at her praise, she had loved her training albeit brief at the hands of this man. Darren returned to the room, in his ring coated hand was a small shiny metal token, he knelt down and placed it on Fay's collar, showing her the inscription as he did so. It read simply "Doggy Slut". Fay wore it with pride glowing as both men stroked her thighs and belly, rising to pinch her nipples and cup her breasts. The cleaned her off, maybe groomed her was a more appropriate word, until all trace of come was gone and she was shining as her sweat was spread around her quivering body. "There doggy is ready to see her Master again" Right on cue her Master appeared, she crawled over to him, keen to show off her new leash and collar. "Thanks Darren excellent work as usual" "Thanks Bill, she's a treasure as well, very obedient" Bill turned to the older man. "What do you think Mark I was going to take her to the club this afternoon, do you think she's ready yet?" Exploitation of a Housewife Ch. 2 "Absolutely she's a little cracker the guys will love her" "OK we're heading there now, get up Doggy unless you want to crawl through Kingston like that" Fay gladly got to her knees, straightening her skirt and top, covering, albeit briefly she suspected, her luscious body. They left the shop, Fay casting a backward glance at the two men who had furnished her with the accessories that had sealed her acceptance of a new life. To be continued...... Exploitation of a Housewife "Better slut I want you to finger yourself and then lick your fingers clean" Fay's hand was between her legs immediately, stoking her fire further, the heat building instantly, she shut her eyes her mind racing with thoughts of domination. She groaned loudly causing a further chuckle from Bill, she didn't care she was so close now, nothing could stop her C . O . M . I . N . G . Fay sagged in her chair, her breathing ragged, eyes half shut as the heat washed over her. She moaned contentedly as her heart slowed. "I didn't say you could come slut." Fay looked at Bill, thinking he was joking she nearly laughed, but the look on Bill's face told her that would not be a good idea. "You will obey me slut, I know you think this is funny but I don't think you know how much trouble you are in. That video will be the end of you and your precious husband, you know I will send it to every member of the club" Fay was stunned this guy was not messing around, he was serious. The reality sank in, she was stuck, she couldn't risk being exposed. Richard would be furious, their comfortable lifestyle would be ruined Fay couldn't bear to contemplate it. She knew she was beaten. "What do you want me to do?" "Start calling me Sir you cheap slut" "Yes Sir, what does Sir want me to do" "That's better slut, you can start by getting my cock out and giving it a suck, ask me nicely first of course" "Sir, may I please suck your cock" "Good slut you may suck me off" Fay got on the floor between his massive thighs, she felt for Bill's bulging cock undoing the zipper slowly. The zipper undone she reached inside searching for his cock. Fay gasped as she felt his size, struggling to get the erect member out of the confines of his filthy jeans. She eventually managed to free it, the purple head springing out making her gasp. She gripped the base of the shaft, feeling the blood coursing through it. Fay looked up at Bill, all to aware that she was in the pose that got her into this mess in the first place, she pouted at him, might as well make a good job of it she thought. She planted a big wet kiss on his helmet, his scent almost overpowering her. Fay parted her lips and took the bulbous head into her waiting mouth, her jaw stretching to accommodate the flesh she was so eager to suck. Her cheeks hollowed as the effort to accommodate Bill's cock increased, her mind filled with flashbacks to that evening so long ago. Bill roughly gripped her long hair, pushing her throat further down his thick shaft, she could feel herself trying to gag, shamefully aware of the saliva running our of the sides of her mouth, dripping of her chin onto the filthy floor. Her hand started wanking the shaft, long slow stroked forcing the skin back and forth, her eyes fixed on Bill's face, desperate for a sign she was pleasing him. What's happening to me, her mind screamed, all thoughts of her respectable life had fled her now, all she wanted was to be used as a fuck toy, a slave for the pleasure of others. She had become the woman in the film, she couldn't reconcile her feelings, that would have to come later, with the guilt and the shame, now she was performing for her master and nothing else mattered. Fay could see Bill was struggling to control himself, his cock was jerking violently in her mouth, suddenly he pulled her head back, her mouth reluctantly relinquishing its prize. Fay missed it immediately and tried to jerk her head back down onto the magnificent cock, unsuccessfully, she moaned at the loss. Bill was gripping the shaft, his hand flashing up and down the length, grunting with the effort. "Open wide here, comes your reward for being such a good slut" An enormous jet of come erupted into Fay's face, catching her nose and the corner of her mouth. Fay closed her eyes instinctively as another jet hit her square in the eye coating her eyelashes, she tried to blink unsuccessfully her lashes coated with fluid. "Clean it off slut" Fay obediently licked his cock, its size diminishing slightly following its release, she lovingly kissed and licked the come up not wanting to miss any. She was only to aware of the come in her hair and covering her face, she could feel it cooling on her skin, constricting, not unlike the Clarins facial she got at the gym, the comparison amused her. When she had finished she rocked back on her heels awaiting praise from her master, she knew she had been a good girl. Bill's orgasm had been violent so she knew that her actions, on the video and in the office had had an effect on him. "Hmmm you've got potential slut, Ill give you that. You need more training though, you are to full of yourself, you think your better than everyone else. Ill soon have you crawling on the floor begging for come, you need to remember your true station in life slut, on you knees" Fay reeled at his comments, she couldn't rationalise her need to please this man who had blackmailed and used her so completely. And yet her mind wanted his approval, she needed to know she pleased him, she was desperate to be told she had been good. She felt as though something fundamental about her had changed irrevocably and yet she couldn't shake the thought that it was her true self. It all felt so natural to her as though the missing part of her puzzle had slotted into place. Fay could see no way out of her predicament at present and couldn't think of a solution to the problem. Her only option was to go along with her master's wishes. "What do you want from me Sir?" "You will become my personal fuck toy, when I tell you will come running, you will follow all my instructions to the letter. You will call me Sir at all times, you will be referred to as slut. You must ask permission to perform sexual tasks upon myself or anyone else I instruct you to perform for. If you don't agree to my demands you will be exposed for the slut you truly are, now is probably a good time to let you know I have also videoed this mornings proceedings in full, so the evidence is undeniable, any questions slut?" Fay hung her head, she knew she was beaten, all her options gone she would have to accede to her Masters wishes, or face utter ruination. The thought hit her hard, her will was defeated, crushed by this man who now had utter control of her, her needs and desires. "I am your personal slut sir" "Good I knew you would see things my way, now lets clean you up we don't want anyone seeing prim proper little Mrs Smith with come all over her pretty face now do we?" Bill wiped her brow roughly, noting the tear as it wended its way down her come plastered face, he knew he had beaten her, she had no choice and he could barely contain his own excitement, his own little white fuck toy to do with as he pleased. "OK fuck toy, were going out to play, lose the bra, the panties stay in the bag as well, but you can smooth your skirt down, we don't want you to like to much of a slut do we?" Bill laughed at this as Fay removed her T-shirt and unclasped the bra, quickly pulling it from her shoulders and casting it aside. Her body was once again betraying her, her nipples painfully erect as she contemplated the rest of the afternoons activities, she had no idea what her new Master had planned for her but her stomach was turning loops with the thought of further depravity. She slipped her T-shirt back on her nipples clearly visible. "Right slut you need to earn your keep, I am going to the pub tonight and need some beer money, you can earn it for me with that pretty mouth of yours". Bill led an un-protesting Fay out of the shed and into the staff car-park, she noticed with a touch of irony that he had a brand new BMW the same as hers. He opened the door indicating for to get in, she obeyed compliantly, her skirt rising to show her nakedness beneath. "OK slut we are going on a little trip, on the way you are allowed to finger yourself and play with your nipples, no coming though that's for later, I know people that will pay good money to see that" Fay's mind was racing, she was a natural exhibitionist but the thought of being displayed in public, performing the most personal act imaginable shocked her sensibilities. They sped off, Fay obediently fingering herself, only to aware of her need to come, she dare not risk it though there was no telling what her Master would make her do as a punishment. The needs of Fay's body was overriding her normally confident, self assured mind, she knew that at every set of traffic lights other drivers could clearly see her blatantly fingering herself, toying with her nipples. She closed her eyes oblivious, as the heat built within her body, she knew she was putting on a show but seemed powerless to stop herself. Fay became aware of the car, slowing and turning into a car park, she didn't recognise it and prayed it was far away from the tennis club, her home and the life she had left behind, for the moment anyway. Her Master parked the car and turned to her. "OK slut we're here, we will walk over to those public toilets, some men will be waiting for you, I will negotiate a price for your services and you will perform as instructed, if you come without my express permission the video gets sent, understand?" "Yes Sir I'll be a good slut sir" And with that they made there way to the dirty public toilets, Fay thought they looked boarded up and derelict but her Master had a key and they entered the dingy building. Fay blinked in the half light, as her eyes accustomed to the dark she could make out three other men. One black, two white they were unshaven and shabbily dressed, Fay shuddered she wouldn't of ever dreamed of talking to these men let alone anything else. She was pushed into the centre of the room, her head hung, trying to hide the tears welling up in her eyes. She had never felt lower, shame poured over her, her life was in ruins and all she could think about was the nagging heat between her legs, what was the matter with her. "OK boys here she is as promised, she will do what I tell her so lets talk money" "Before we talk money you need to know what we want" The man who spoke, Fay thought of him as the leader, was a little taller than the other two and heavy set, Fay's eyes were dragged to the obvious bulge in his pants. Fay loved the thought that she had caused it despite the mans grimy appearance. "Keep going" "OK we all want a blow job for starters, then she puts on a show for us before coming, how's that sound" "Hmmm, you boys want it all don't you, the price for that much action of my little slut is £100.00 each, sound fair?" The men went into a huddle they quickly reached a decision. "It's a deal man" "Show me the money first" Reluctantly the men all pulled thick wads of used £10.00 notes from their trousers and counted the money into Bill's hand. All through the negotiations Fay was left standing there as her body was traded for cash. She was being treated like an object, a piece of furniture, a week ago the thought would of revolted her, offending her morals, now it was frighteningly exciting. The background throb in her cunt was increasing in magnitude as she contemplated her new role as prostitute. The men all started fishing around in their grubby trousers, without being asked Fay sank to the floor in front of the men suddenly eager to please. She was presented with three erect cocks, where to start, she looked at her Master for his consent. "You know what to ask slut" "Please sir may I suck these men off Sir" "You may slut" "May I swallow there come as well sir?" "Yes you may" Satisfied with her instructions Fay set to work, she selected the leader first as he was standing in the middle. She looked up at him, her eyes wide, she looked a picture all innocent and pouting as she gently kissed the head of his cock. Her hands meanwhile were reaching for the other two cocks as they bobbed around, their owners straining for a better view. Fay gave it all she had, furiously sucking the mans cock, loving the taste and smell of him, she was wanking the other two off as well as they cheered her on, there cries ringing in her ears. "Slut,Slut,Slut,Slut" Fay was so excited, her juices running down her thighs, her cunt desperate for attention from anyone, she no longer cared. What had she become, she was on her hands and knees in a filthy old public toilet sucking off a stranger while she wanked his two friends. Her heart pounded irrespective of her situation telling her all she needed to know about her arousal. The need between her legs was becoming unbearable. One of the men had ripped her T-shirt exposing her breasts to the fresh air, her nipples throbbed, she needed to touch them but knew her pleasure was the last thing on these men's mind. She could feel the cock in her mouth growing further, she knew he must be nearly there. Fay looked the man in the eye, so innocent, and winked at him sexily, she was loving the effect she was having and was desperate to swallow his come. Her reward came quickly, exploding into her mouth, once, twice, filling her with come, she swallowed, trying hard not to gag as her throat filled with thick, sticky fluid. Bingo her mind screamed, only two more to go. She sat back on her ankles exposing her cunt to the assembled men, she wanted to touch herself but without permission she knew she dare not. Fay didn't have to wait long, the men had swapped round and the next cock was presented to her. Again she gripped the base firmly, eyeing the man sweetly before sinking her mouth down the thick shaft. Before today Fay hadn't had black cock since that fateful night so long ago, she was quickly re-discovering her passion for it, as she slobbered like a dog over the mans meaty shaft. His large hand caught in her hair, ramming her head down further she could feel it battering the back of her throat, hurting her. She looked up her eyes pleading for mercy, but the man sneered down at her. "Just get sucking white slut, you know you love cock no matter how you get it" The truth hurt Fay but she knew she couldn't stop now, the consequences would be unbearable, her Master would punish her and she doubted the men would let her leave without receiving there display, no way out. Still she sucked, hoping beyond hope that she could make the other man come by wanking him alone. She was beginning to worry about the volume of come that would end up in her stomach, she didn't want to throw up in front of these men. Her train of thought was interrupted by the man as he increased the strength of his grip in her hair, he grunted loudly, her mouth was once again awash with come, it ran out of her mouth dripping onto her stiff nipples, she swallowed furiously, mustn't waste any her mind screamed at her . Again Fay rocked back on her heels, her breathing ragged, as she fought to get her breath back, breathing with a cock wedged in her throat was proving harder than she had imagined. Fay feared she would have to get used to it however as she had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time she was pimped like this. Cock number three was presented to her pretty face, its head was visibly throbbing, no doubt as a direct result of Fay's previous wanking, she leaned over again, mouth wide open. She made it no further, the third man moaned aloud as his come jetted into Fay's opened mouth, she was relieved, her jaw was aching and she was secretly pleased the man could not control himself. Fay could see the man blushing at his own hair trigger, she grinned at the assembled men, they still had there cocks out, but the raging hard ons had withered slightly. "Now for the second part of the deal slut, bring yourself off for us and make it last a bit, we can all see how horny you are, you cheap slut" "Please sir may I finger myself sir" "Good slut for remembering, you may finger yourself" "May I come as well Sir" "You may" Fay complied immediately, lying back on the filthy floor, legs spread obscenely wide, her hand already toying with her slick lips. she could just make out the men wanking themselves back to hardness as she closed her eyes, lost in a haze of arousal, oblivious to the filth she was lying in. Fay groaned loudly as she slipped her fingers inside herself, loving the feeling of penetration, only to aware of the picture she was presenting, her submission and humiliation has reached new heights she was powerless to stop though, she was on a rollercoaster of need, her body coursing with sexual electricity. She felt some fluid land on her skin the men were wanking furiously and it had all been to much for one of them already, his come spattered all over Fay's breasts. The others weren't far behind, as Fay approached her own orgasm, like a boat approaching a waterfall there would be no stopping her. She screamed aloud eyes screwed shut. "I am comiiiiinnnnnggggg" She felt more come raining down on her, she turned her head up desperate to catch some more, groaning obscenely, her hand still a blur as she came again and again, her body shuddering violently. And then it was over, Fay was wasted she slumped on the floor, come cooling on her breasts and thighs, eyes shut she felt her pulse returning to more normal levels. She was vaguely aware of the men leaving thanking her master, ignoring her. "Nice one mate she's a right little whore where did you find her?" "She's just one of my slut's, if you like her we can arrange another more intimate meeting, I'd have to re-negotiate the cost of course but I am sure we an sort something out" "No problems man, I'll call you" And with that they shuffled out of the dirty toilets. Bill surveyed his property, she was a mess, covered in come stinking of it. He threw her torn T-shirt at her. "Clean yourself up slut" The tears were starting, Fay's mind was finally starting to reconcile her actions, she was awash with shame and horrible gnawing guilt. "Slut you better get used to it there's more to come, you know you love it may as well accept your a natural slut, nothing more. Now sort yourself out I am driving you back to the club" With that he left leaving Fay to stumble after him. The journey back was quite, Fay cried all the way home, as they neared the club she calmed down a bit as the adrenaline of the day subsided within her. As he let her out of the car Bill handed her a card with a mobile number on it. "That's the helpline slut, balls in your court now. I'll leave it up to you if you want to call me or not. I think we both know what will happen so I'll speak to you soon Slut" With that he was gone leaving Fay in the tennis club car park, make up smudged, come in her hair, tears in her eyes. Despite it all she knew she had had the most exciting day of her life, she knew she would call her Master, she had submitted to him and wanted more. The fact didn't lessen the guilt and shame, but it allowed her to rationalise the situation a little bit. Fay went home to get cleaned up before Richard came home, her mind filled with images of cock and come. To be continued.......