10 comments/ 339947 views/ 38 favorites Proper Housewife to Slut in One Day By: whiteslutwife The orange glow of sunset was straining to hold back the night. It was the end of what should have been a beautiful day. A day I would have normally enjoyed the memory of. Instead I was nervously looking around my house, my fabulous house, wondering what would become of me. I am Cindi, a married 38 year old, affluent white mother. I am a member of several community organizations, including the PTA. My husband and I were married fairly young. We had to struggle for everything early on. He was still going to school, while working two jobs and I was a waitress at a run down highway diner. The kind of place young women had to endure off color remarks from it's patrons. I was young and naïve, but determined to support him. Our sex life was dismal at best but we were still able to, miraculously, get me pregnant. I can still remember Mike, my husband, assuring me that everything would be better when he got out of school and started his career. Durin this time we were surprised with the arrival of not one but two additional children. Our first born son was joined by a brother and finally a sister. They all were heading off on their own, our youngest just graduating high school and heading off for college. Well he was right, sort of. He graduated shortly afterwards, at the top of his class no less, and got a job with a great company. Money seemed to flow into our lives non-stop. The more he progressed the harder he worked. Often times he would be away on business for weeks at a time. Almost before I knew it, the company's favored son was a vice president. That was almost five years ago and since then he hasn't seemed to slow down. Mike is now, with out question, one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in our area. Our sex life is still as dismal, more so by the fact that, when Mike does want it he is demanding of me. I have tried to talk to family and friends, but their only advice is to do what he wants. I have spent our recent time trying to make him happy with me. I hit the gym several times a week and watch what I eat. I am proud of the fact that I am still the same size as when we were married. The only thing that has changed is my bra size; three kids will do that to you. Age and experience has dimmed my naive nature and I definitely notice the attention I get from other men. I also noticed that Mike seemed to enjoy his trophy wife. He would require me to 'dress appropriately' at company dinner parties, no matter how uncomfortable his choices made me. To his credit he never concerned himself with what my wardrobe or spa visits would cost him. He would even buy me dresses for specific occasions. These were often revealing and tight. His view point was that I should look good on his arm, so I proudly paraded around for my husband. He even looked pleased when clients would flirt with me. Not at all the jealous husband you would expect. He looked so pleased that I would frequently assume we would have some alone time to take care of my needs. This usually led to disappointment. Mike would have sex with me, rather quickly, and then leave me to run to have drinks with another prospective client, or just send me back to our hotel room alone. To be honest this has had an effect on me. I seem to be fully aroused, a lot. I have a private dressing room where I hide toys and videos to keep me 'entertained' while he is busy elsewhere. Lately though, even this is not always successful and I am left frequently frustrated and unsatisfied. That brings us to today. We have staff for our house, a colored couple that tends to the cleaning and maintenance. I wanted a live in couple but Mike said no. They have Tuesday and Wednesday off, so I was enjoying my solitude. I woke up around 10 am and made myself a cup of coffee. I was sitting on our deck enjoying the sun, dressed in my short, silk robe as I sipped my coffee. It was going to be a beautiful summer day in Ft. Meyers. At about 11 am I decided to do a little sun bathing, and realizing that we would be going to another boring sales event I chose my skimpiest bikini. No use showing tan lines in what ever revealing dress hubby had me wear to it. With the small patches of cloth that comprised my swim wear adjusted I grabbed a bottle of wine on ice, a glass and tanning oil. Stopping only to turn on some music. I laid a towel on a chaise lounge near our pool and proceeded to bake myself to a golden brown. I was barely comfortable when I heard a voice over the music. I was irritated, looking for the source of the interruption and saw a face peering at me over the side gate. "Who are you?" I asked in anger. The young man looked obviously nervous and started to stammer. "Speak up, will you?" I growled. "I'm very sorry, no one answered the front door, I am hear to tend to the pool", was his stumbling response. "Oh shit", I thought, "I forgot they came today. Even more irritated I replied, "Well don't just stand there, It won't clean it self." I had hoped he would hurry up and finish so I could go back to my day. The young man gingerly opened the gate and stepped through it. He was tall and tan from what appeared to be many long days in the sun. He wore the pool company's t-shirt and a pair of cut offs. "Where is the usual man?" I asked. "The company is expanding and I was given this route." He replied proudly. I stood up and put on my wrap, "well I guess its fine, just don't take all day." I was feeling confident that I made my displeasure known, so I walked towards the house to freshen the ice in my wine bucket. I stood by the kitchen window watching him work, checking chemicals. When it appeared he was satisfied he pulled out the hoses for the vacuum, stripped off his shirt and proceeded to vacuum the pool. I was mesmerized. Standing by my pool was a sexy young man, dark tanned muscles rippling in nothing but flip-flops and abbreviated cut offs. I don't know what did it, whether the wine I had already consumed or the periods of sexual frustration. All I knew was my body was afire with desire. I returned to the pool, fresh bottle in the bucket and took a closer look at this young man. To his credit he seemed very diligent, but I would notice his gaze would frequently, if not briefly, land on me. I was amazed how excited I was becoming. I could feel a moist heat between my legs and my very sensitive nipples start to harden. The young man was exerting himself. My clit began to throb as I watched his taught young muscles flex on his tanned, sweating frame. My mind began to wander as I gulped down my wine, trying to control myself. I thought of the feel of his skin, it's warm salty taste. My thighs were rubbing together slightly as I tried to casually put pressure on my pussy. My guest didn't seem to notice, much to my relief. He did, although; take a very long time on the opposite side of the pool. In my minds eye, I fantasized that he wanted to prolong the chance to steal glances at me. I started to apply more lotion, trying to tease this poor young man. Just when I thought it was having no effect, I noticed a growing bulge in the front of his shorts. The spurred me on. I pulled my top away from my large breasts slightly, giving my audience even more glimpses to savor. I ran my oily finger tips a few inches into my bottoms as well. Even though I was wearing sun glasses I was sure he was aware I was watching his reactions. I was well beyond logical thought at this point and was about to start pleasuring my self for our combined benefit when he suddenly turned his back to me and started the other side of the pool. This was more then I could take. I gaped at his back in disbelief. My emotions were running wild, rage, humiliation, need, anger for what I almost did, blame to my husband for making me feel this needy, and as they all subsided all that remained was wanting. I wanted to be touched, kissed, licked, fucked, and in a word used. I made up my mind, and swallowing my wine in one quick gulp, I stood shakily. The young man was just finishing my side and was preparing to put away the equipment. He was coiling the hose when he looked up at me. I was standing by the chair, assuming a pose. I had my hand on my curvy hip, with my thumb cocked in loop of my bikini bottoms. "Are you all done with pool?" I asked breathlessly? "Yes maam and I'll leave you alone now if you can sign my slip", he replied blushing. "Well bring it here, let me take care of you", I replied sultrily, as I felt my knees start to shake. He walked over to me, handed me the form, and stood staring at my barely clothed body. I signed the paper and handed it to him, letting my left hand trail down his sweaty stomach and rest on his crotch. He smelled musky, dirty and I decided that I wanted him that way. "Oh I was wrong, there is something else I need", I purred as my free hand undid the strings to my top. His eyes went wide and I felt his thick bulge twitch. I started to rub its length almost involuntarily. My mouth inched towards his, while I seductively squeezed him through his shorts. I reached his mouth and teased his lips with my tongue. His lips parted in response and I started to search out his tongue as my full, oily breasts pressed against his damp muscular chest. I took one his hands and led it to the tie string on my bikini bottoms and enticed him to pull it. This had the desired effect of releasing me from my remaining clothing. His hand instinctively went straight for my well shaped buttocks, kneading and caressing the shapely flesh. "You need to fuck me, fuck me now and fuck me well!" I demanded as the demons in my mind seem to take over. I guided him to the lounge chair dropping his shorts as I went. I was treated to the sight of his untanned, stark white cock. It stood proudly to almost his navel, oozing copious amounts of pre-cum the coated it's beautiful purple fat head. Before I knew what came over me I was on my knees, licking it's length. It tasted strong and musty, simply delicious. I could feel the dampness growing between my legs, coating my thighs. I knew I was beyond stopping myself. I engulfed the throbbing head with my mouth and was rewarded by my young lover's enthusiastic moans. His excitement pushed me further and soon I was forcing more and more of his amazing cock down my throat. "Oh God, Oh yes, Oh don't stop!" he exclaimed in almost a mantra. They made me want him more and more. In the past 22 yearsof marriage I hadn't experience this much enthusiasm from a man. I stroked and tickled his heavy balls with my manicured nails, dipping a finger between his cheeks to play with his anus. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed this. I went wild for his appreciative pleasure, licking beneath his ball sack trying desperately to touch his anus with my tongue, licking the shaft and finally, using all my power and control, burying my nose in his pubic hair while contracting my throat muscles around his swelling cock. That is what actually did it, his cock spasmed twice and spewed jet after jet of cum down my eager, waiting throat. In my desperation to please him I felt familiar stirrings in my groin and before I was aware of it I came as well. My young lover laid back panting as I released his half hard cock from my tender and used mouth. I knelt on the deck recovering from my own enjoyable experience, slightly disappointed that he came so quickly. When to my surprise he sat up and kissed my hard on the mouth, groping my breasts and pulling on my sensitive nipples. I was shocked to realize that while he pawed at my breasts his young cock started to twitch and grow. His free hand was between my legs rubbing me in an earnest that I haven't experienced in a long time. My heart was pounding and my inhibitions were gone. I wrapped a hand around his now still cock and knew I wanted him inside me. I was not surprised he wanted the same. What did surprise me however was the amount of strength he had when he lifted me to his lap. "You want me inside you baby?" he snarled at me. I was taken aback that this shy boy was becoming so forceful. I was even more surprised at my answer. "Yes lover, put it deep inside me. Fuck me with your cock!" He slid his cock over my engorged clit several times, trying to find his way in. All this succeeded in doing is to inflame me further. His inexperience was adorable, but I needed him inside me. I reached down and tried to guide him into my very wet hole when he savagely slapped my ass. "Be patient slut, I'll do it!" he growled quietly at me. I was momentarily shocked, but then his cock found its way and he forced it into my pussy in one strong push. He groaned loudly as he buried himself inside me with one solid push. He held my hips down as I gasped at the sudden invasion. "Now you slutty little tease, ride me while I play with these big tits." It amazed me as my body took over, dutifully riding his fat cock, even enjoying his verbal assault on me. I rolled my hips and used all of my tricks. I was desperate to please this evil young man who seemed to delight in pawing my breasts and tweaking my nipples to full attention. It took no time at all until I was embarrassed by the realization that I had an immense orgasm starting to build. "YOU like that cock don't you bitch?" he called "Yes" was my weak reply. "I wanna hear you slut or I stop fucking you" he stated quietly By now I needed the release and could care less what I had to do to get it. "YES FUCK ME, I WANT YOUR COCK, I WANT YOUR CUM, FUCK MY PUSSY!!" I screamed with abandon. "You're a good housewife slut aren't you?" he asked, forcing me to make eye contact with him. He held my hips still as he waited for my answer. I was beyond desperate I would say what ever this young bastard wanted just to be able to finish. "I AM A GOOD SLUT. FUCK ME USE ME MAKE ME YOUR SLUT, MAKE ME YOUR WHORE. I NEED TO BE A GOOD WHORE!!!" I screamed at him. He released his grip and I began again with renewed gusto. I ground myself into his pelvic bone then bounced up and down on his cock allowing my breasts to shake and jiggle. The whole time I was staring into his face, seeing this smug and satisfied look there. That was soon replaced by another look, an urgent look. He began meeting my bounces with his own thrusts. He savagely pounded my pussy moaning continuously. I was lost in my own ecstasy, feeling the pressure of my own, very intense orgasm again building. I couldn't of stop now for anything. I wanted him to cum with me, needed to feel his pleasure. "I'M YOUR GOOD SLUT, FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM, USE MY PUSSY, OWN MY PUSSY, IT'S YOURS TO USE AND ENJOY!!!!!!" I screamed and I felt his swollen thick cock spasm inside me. I ground down on him and started my own orgasm, grinding my hips as it washed over me. His glorious cock seemed to cum forever. I used my muscles to milk him dry. When he was through I fell forward, panting on his chest. After a few moments of recovery he pushed me up and off of him saying, "I have to finish my route." I glanced at the wall clock and saw it was almost three and Mike would want dinner when he got home. I stood up shakily and we kissed good bye deeply. With youthful excitement, and my breasts still exposed, he took the last opportunity to paw at them, while we kissed. "That was better then I ever expected, even better then the porn I've seen, I hope we can do this again." He said a little louder then I thought necessary. "We'll see," I replied knowing how dangerous it would be, " but I really enjoyed you this time too." The pool boy left when I was struck with a very funny thought; I never got his name! "OH Cindi," I thought, laughing to myself, "You are a slut!" I spent the afternoon preparing dinner and took a long bath. I was surprised that I again touched myself to climax. I then put on an attractive yet revealing sun dress and did my hair and make up, Mike would be displeased if I wasn't just so for him. Dinner was about 15 minutes from being ready when Mike's car pulled up the long drive followed by another. When they entered the house I saw it was Dale, Mike's long time friend and personal attorney. When they walked into the room they were giggling and making hushed comments to each other. Mike kissed me gently on the cheek as he breezed by, but Dale put his arms around me and kissed me on the mouth. I felt not only his tongue brush my lips, but his hand brush my rear end. I instantly regretted not wearing panties. "Cindi, you taste and feel as good as ever." He smirked lecherously. Mike informed me the he and Dale had some business to take care of after dinner, so I needed to get a move on. I snapped out of my confusion and hustled about setting the table for our guest. I was bringing the food to the table and I over heard their conversation from the sitting room. "So why is Cindi serving? Where is your sexy, dark helper?" Dale inquired. "Unfortunately I have to give her two days off a week, I do miss seeing her prancing around here in the uniform I make her wear," Was my husband's shocking reply. I had never before even though about it, but the uniform was his idea. I ordered it of course but he had final approval out of a few choices. It also became glaringly apparent that he liked the way Jasmine filled it out. I put the ridiculous and jealous thoughts from my mind and called the men to the table. As we ate Dale kept stealing glances at me, each one more lecherous then the last. When I looked to Mike to see if he had noticed he was staring at me too, although not in the same lusty way. He had the look of a man who just gotten every thing he wanted. After dinner the men had me fix them drinks and retired to Mike's study. I wasn't invited in, so I took the time to have a drink of my own and watch some TV. The whole time I was daydreaming about my exciting afternoon, foolishly wondering how to get a repeat performance, with out arousing suspicions. They were in the study for over an hour when I knocked. They bade me enter and inquired if their drinks needed freshening. Mike looked up surprised and gleeful, not the stern 'why did you interrupt me' look I was accustomed to. "Sure two more whiskeys," he chirped happily, "and bring yourself one. I want your opinion on something. Why don't you bring the drinks in the TV room." I was elated, Mike has never asked my opinion before. I hurried away excited to be included and brought our drinks on a tray to where the men were making themselves comfortable. "Sit down Baby," Mike cooed affectionately, "I want you to see this." I went to sit in a chair, but Dale pulled me down onto the love seat next to him, almost spilling my drink. "I want your beauty near me while we watch this." He whispered drunkenly in my ear. He was heavy with the smell of good whiskey and after shave. As Mike turned on the big screen TV he fed a DVD into the player and sat down himself. The screen lit up and showed Mike sitting at his desk reading, obviously, from a script. The camera backed out and there was Dale as well sitting next to him, looking very serious. Mike was going on about older women seducing younger men and some specific incident he was made aware of. My mind wandered as he blathered on about the particulars, I kept thinking of some stupid middle class widow who gave herself to some guy. I actually laughed to myself at how stupid women were. Suddenly I was aware of Dale's hand sliding up my thigh, and him whispering "watch this it is just getting interesting." As he finished speaking he didn't remove his hand, he left it at mid thigh and slowly caressed my exposed flesh. I was starting to get angry. I would never want to embarrass Mike, but this was going too far. I was about to say something, when the screen flashed to a local high school, I recognized it immediately. It was the sister school to the one that my own children went to in town. The scene showed a young man exiting the school with a lettermen jacket on. The date on the jacket showed him as graduated this past year. This young man was getting into a car, just then the camera did a close up. I gasped out loud. It was the young man I was with this afternoon. Proper Housewife to Slut in One Day Ch. 02 I hope you all enjoyed my last posting. It has been a pleasure sharing it with all of you. I would truly appreciate your constructive feed back. Please remember that my stories are mostly fiction and are meant for your erotic pleasure and imagination, not to chronicle my life. Please read "Proper housewife to slut in one day" for the back story. If you can take an extra minute please remember to vote as well. XOXO, K * It has all happened so fast, so easily. There I sat, stunned, staring at my husband, Mike. He had just showed me a tape of my erotic afternoon with our 18 year old pool boy. All the carnal action displayed for us in HD with amazing clarity. I endured that, and the not so subtle groping of his attorney seated at my left. Now I was waiting for the other shoe to fall. There was no way to deny that it happened, we all just watched it. I was afraid, afraid of what would happen if this all got out, of how my children would react, how to survive if Mike left me. To his credit, Mike just sat staring at me with glint in his eye and a smirk on his lips. "What are you going to do?" I mumbled meekly, feeling a lone tear form in the corner of my eye. "Hmmmmmm," Mike said, "that is the million dollar question." I was really nervous, but also a bit surprised that he was taking this so well. Mike started the DVD again from where Burt and I started our embrace. He didn't say a word as the scenes unfolded once again. He was watching in silence, absentmindedly rubbing himself to my performance. "I can't believe how easy this was to pull off," he muttered to himself. I wasn't sure I heard him correctly. "How did you get that tape?" I asked, still very confused. "You remember the security upgrade I had done while you and the kids were on vacation? The whole house is wired for video. I can see everything you do here from the comfort of my office." He stated plainly. "Everything." I was shocked. I remembered of course, but never inquired to what the upgrade included. With a sudden realization it hit me. "Are there cameras everywhere?" I asked. "Oh yes, every room, all the halls, the bathrooms, the kitchen, the back and front yards and even the garage. You would be surprised how many interesting things go on here during the day." He said with pleasure. "I have bits of ,um, damaging information on everyone in this house." I was shocked by this but was quickly brought back to reality. "You realize that infidelity is grounds for divorce........" he mentioned calmly, "and you signed away your rights to all of this if I can prove you to be unfaithful." "What????" I said "Remember those papers I had you sign last year? You should really read things before you sign them." He grinned. "So things around here will change, drastically and immediately." "What things," I asked hopefully. I was beginning to see that there might be a light at the end of this very long, dark tunnel. Mike nodded to the previously forgotten Dale. I followed his gaze and saw Dale leering at me, hand still on my thigh. "Dale here, has seen all of your home movies. Today's adventure and all of your toy play over the last few months. The papers you signed were his idea and I am pleased to say it worked out very well. It is time he got paid for his efforts." Mike said to me. Mike got up and walked to his study, while my mind was still trying to catch up with what he meant. He returned with his digital camcorder and a tri pod. "What are you doing, Mike?" I stammered. "What does it look like? I am going to tape you fucking Dale. He has said to me many times he would like to and now he has his chance. Now be a good slut and get to work." Mike commanded. I was dumb founded. Dale stood and removed his coat and tie, smiling at me nastily. I was frozen in position. "Cindi, you either put on a good show for me or pack your bags. Either way you need to do this now! Believe me if you choose to stay, there will be many more requirements like this one." Mike stated plainly as he set up the recorder. My light at the end of the tunnel quickly became the 5:10 Amtrak from Orlando doing 70 miles an hour straight for me. Mike wanted to make me a whore, a tool for his obscene purposes. I looked at Mike and then to Dale trying to find a way out of this mess. Dale was surprisingly patient, waiting for my ascent. It was obvious what he wanted by the way his trousers were tenting. "You and I both know that there aren't a lot of options for you. Your family is broke and you are unskilled. Judging by what we all saw from this afternoon you might make a half way decent prostitute or maybe a stripper." He laughed. I recoiled at the thought. "I guess you hold all the cards don't you?" I dejectedly asked. "I'm glad you are finally seeing things clearly." He replied. "Now get to work or get out." I was trapped, they both knew it. I simply stood and stepped closer to Dale. "I guess I'm all yours," I told him. "You're a loan, Cindi, his temporarily," Mike corrected. "Be sure you are worth his effort; remember we saw your skills already. Make this performance as good or better!" "What ever you say Mike, but I am definitely going to make good use of my time!" Dale bragged in respponse. Dale reached forward and began to fondle me, openly. I closed my eyes and tried to think of other things. I was desperate to get this over with. "You don't seem to be enjoying this as much as you did by the pool," Mike questioned. "I told you that I expect you to perform, not just go through the motions." "I'm sorry Mike, I will try to do better," I whimpered. "Don't try, succeed!" was his harsh reply. "Yeah, I want the hot slutty housewife the pool guy got," Dale interjected. Dale flopped himself down on the love seat again and looked at Mike. "Can I make some requests of her?" He asked hopefully "It's your dime buddy, no marks on my property though." Mike replied, smiling. I was humiliated, being talked about like a boat or golf clubs. I had never seen Mike take such an interest in me, even though it was perverse and intended to control me. That thought gave way to a new one. I wanted to please him, get back into his good graces. I was desperate for his approval. That desperation was manifesting itself physically on me as well. I looked at the man I married in a different light. He wished to really control me and, God help me, I wanted him to do just that. "Please sir," looking directly at Mike, "I want to please you, let me try." Mike let out an audible chuckle, "well, well, well, look who is having a change in heart. I think you are seeing the situation you are really in. Good, very good. Now, Dale is expecting enthusiastic action from you and you are going to give it, aren't you, slut?" I hung my head in a show of mock shame, as the moist warmth between my legs called me a liar. If Mike wanted me as his personal slut, I would do that. I looked at Dale sitting on the love seat, waiting for my first motion. "Would you like to see what I have been teasing you with all these years, Dale dear?" I asked brazenly. He swallowed hard, obviously caught off guard by my change of demeanor. "Y-Y-y-yes," he stammered quietly I looked again to Mike to confirm that I was doing what he, in fact wanted of me. His look said it all. With that confirmation I turned my attention back to and fully on Dale. Reaching under my left arm I deftly found the zipper to the dress. While moving between his knees I pull the zipper down seductively. I hiked up the hem of the dress, while the top loosely clung to my full, firm breasts. With my dress high enough I straddled Dales lap, resting my already wet pussy over his twitching bulge. Dale reached for my dress hem and roughly pulled it over my head. I was now completely nude, save my 4 inch heeled sandals. In a flash Dale's hands were on me, per Mike's instructions, I made a show of gyrating and moaning for him. "God you are a slut," Dale breathed, "I can't believe I finally get a chance at this hot body. I hope you love to suck cock as much you seemed to on TV." I knew what Mike wanted; I could see him from the corner of my eye. He was adjusting the focus on the camera, hanging on my every word. I saw him openly rub his crotch as I ground myself on his friend. "My husband wants a good slut for a wife, and a good slut loves to suck cock." I replied. I was pleased by the wide smile that flashed across my husband face. In physical response to the question, I lifted myself off of Dale and dropped to my knees. He sat there, hands behind his head, and grinning. There was a pronounced wet spot I had left on the front of his trousers. I positioned myself between his legs and began to lick and nuzzle his still clad crotch. I tasted of aftershave and me. I amazed myself at how damp I made him. He soon grew tired of this and had me remove his pants and underwear. His cock was, admittedly, very thick and heavily veined. He told me to suck wetly as he made lewd comments about my big hanging breasts. The more I sucked his cock the wetter he wanted it. When he was finally satisfied he positioned me chest high to his cock and informed me he wanted to use my breasts to get off. I was told to wrap his cock in my breasts and slide up and down. Unfortunately there was still too much friction, so Dale had me hold my breasts up and he proceeded to spit saliva all over them. I was amazed how aroused I was from this degrading display. Mike seemed to be enjoying it too, as I heard him moaning from his chair. Once Dale was happy with my situation he had me resume. "Now that's more like it," he sighed, "I always thought your tits looked good but they are so much better covered in spit with my cock between them." The humiliation was burning inside me as this dirty man made me stroke his cock between my breasts. "Oh Cindi, I'm going to cum," he groaned, "I want to spray it on your pretty face!" No sooner then the words left his lips did he grab the back of my head and aim himself at me. The first volley landed on my cheek and then my mouth. The desire growing inside me had reached a fever pitch. I wanted to show what a good slut I really was. These thoughts coursing through me convinced my next action. Just as his spent cock dribbled it's remaining seed on to my heaving breasts I seductively licked his jism from the corners of my mouth, moaning lewdly as I savored the taste. The realization that Dale was spent flooded over me in waves of surprising disappointment. I was hot and soaked but with no chance of release. I made my decision quickly. I got up off of the floor and sat back down on the love seat with Dale. Throwing one leg over the sofa back and the other over his still naked thighs, I spread my legs widely and began to madly rub my wet and needy pussy. "Was I a good slut for my man?!" I moaned as my fingers dialed up my need, "I want to please you, let me be a good slut wife for you!" I found myself begging him, shouting my desire for him to accept me. It never occurred to me that he would want a turn with me. He just sat in his chair, gentle nodding his approval as he scanned my body with his camera. It was embarrassing how short of a time it took for me to reach my peak. It what seemed like minutes I was screaming out my need to fuck for my man and cuming jets all over my busy fingers. When I was spent I fell back against the arm rest and panted. "Well that was a good show for your first, official time, slut." Mike remarked. "Thank you sir," I replied submissively. It was then I noticed that Dale was stroking his, now half hard cock. Mike looked at him remarking that we should set some more things straight while he tries to recover. Upon saying that he unzipped his own pants and drew out his very hard cock. "Come take care of this while I tell you all you need to know," he stated plainly. I was overjoyed that he wanted to give me attention, finally. I crawled to him like a woman possessed and took him deep into my mouth. I hummed happily as I sucked my man's thick cock, wiggling my hips and bobbing my head for his pleasure. I wanted to make him proud to have this kind of wife. All of the threats had left my mind until now. "You are, from now on, going to perform for me whenever, wherever and however I demand. Any non-compliance will result in a punishment. Repeated offences will result in that tape we made getting out." Mike threatened. "Further more you accept anything I want without you, be it masturbation at anytime or a mistress if need be. You will also aid in my acquisition of any other sex partners I desire. Your wardrobe will be limited to what I prescribe and be worn with out question or comment. Is that understood?" "Of course my love," I purred, momentarily releasing his cock from my hungry mouth. I renewed my attention on his pulsating prick with vigor. I reveled in his urgent grunts and moans. He soon grabbed my head and forced my mouth roughly down deeper on to his manhood, causing me to gag. I was steeling myself, when spurt after delicious spurt of his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed with intensity, trying to milk the last drops from him. I relished in the heavy, strong taste. I licked and suckled my man as his cock shrunk from my hungry lips, thinking how strange it was that I wanted to please him even more now. Suddenly I felt two strong hands on my hips, dragging me to my feet. I had almost forgotten we weren't alone. "Dale's ready for that snatch now!" Dale barked and bent me into hubby's lap. He wasted no time and impaled me with one fierce shove. I felt searing pain followed closely by wave after wave of pleasure. He started to gain a rhythm, grunting obscenely at the bottom of each thrust. "Well my cheap little slut?" Mike commented, "Urge him on. Show him how you like to treat a nice fat dick." I looked up at him and smiled sweetly. "Please Dale, fuck me harder, use me," I moaned. "You are going to be a good slut for me aren't you?" Mike quizzed. "Yes my love, I will do as you ask!" I answered enthusiastically. I was shocked at the stinging slap to my face. Dale to his credit never missed a beat and continued his onslaught towards my tender pussy. "You will call me Master or Sir, do you understand that you slut?" Mike yelled, pulling my hair and forcing me to look at him. "Yes my Master, please allow me to serve your whim," I said clearly, starting to feel the beginnings of my next powerful orgasm. "Make him cum you cheap cunt," Mike said, "show me you are serious about our new arrangement." I held on to his thighs and started to push backwards as Dale pounded away. I was so far away from the woman that had awoken this morning. I was yelling obscene requests. I was begging to be used and filled with cum. I could feel my heavy breasts bouncing and swaying beneath me. I concentrated on my vaginal muscles, timing their contractions to give my partner maximum pleasure. Just when my orgasm would not wait any longer I heard Dale start to groan loudly. "OH FUCK, MILK MY COCK YOU SLUT, MILK IT DRY!!!!!!" Dale yelled, as he held himself deep inside me. I looked into my Master's eyes as my own orgasm crashed over me. "THANK YOU MASTER!!!!!" I screamed in release and collapsed face first into his lap. After several minutes of panting and catching my breath, we disengaged. Mike told me to get freshened up and dressed. "Don't thank me yet," Mike said as I started to leave the room, "this is only day one." Proper Housewife to Slut in One Day Ch. 03 First of all, a great big thank you to all who offered constructive criticism and comments. I truly appreciate it. Those comments have tempted me to go further. I want to thank Don (you know who you are) for being an un-official editor for me, you were a greater help then you know. Please remember this is chapter three in a series and for the full story read the previous installments. To the others who were undoubtedly offended, please accept my apology. This is meant as fantasy and includes references to blackmail, female submission, forced and interracial sex. If these things offend you then it is apparent that this story is not for you. K * The warm water was flowing over my, exhausted, naked body as I showered. My mind replayed the events of the day. I was shocked at not only how easily I had transformed into this wanton sexual being, but that I wanted this transformation as well. This confliction haunted my thoughts. How could I like this kind of attention? I had never realized that I was submissive in nature, let alone sexually charged by it. This evening brought out feelings I had never felt before. The more I was degraded and humiliated the more I craved it. Only now was I seeing how much my life might change. My mind kept replaying the things Mike, my husband, had said. "Wear what I say...do who or what I say...help me choose a mistress...." I couldn't believe it, but even now I had visions of watching him satisfy another woman. Those visions pleased me and angered me at the same time. Conflicted as I was, though, I felt the all too familiar stirrings between my legs at the very thought of him with another women. My lusty thoughts were interrupted by the shower door opening. Mike was standing there with an impatient look on his face. "Hurry up, we need to go," he said shortly. I quickly rinsed my body and stepped out, taking the proffered towel from his hand. Drying first my hair I asked, "Go where?" "I wanted to hit a club and maybe meet some business contacts." He replied simply. I walked into the bedroom, while I finished drying my chest and arms. Mike had laid out an outfit for the evening. I did not own any of these clothes. It had become apparent that they were pilfered from my daughter's closet. I was instantly glad the kids were gone for most of the summer. I was walking towards my dresser to get a bra and panties when Dale walked in the room. He was as pleased as a peacock carrying a drink in each hand. Just as I was deciding the undergarments to wear Mike closed the drawer. "If I wanted you to wear those I would have laid them out," he said scoldingly. I picked up the pink wrap around blouse that I was to wear and looked at Dale. "Don't mind me, not like I haven't seen it all before. I was just bringing you a drink to steel your nerves," he laughed. I looked to my husband for assistance and all I got in return was a blank stare. Sighing, I dropped the towel that was covering me and after a little scented powder, slipped into the small top. My daughter's top was very tight and showed much of my abdomen. It was stretched to the point that it was semi-translucent, showing off my nipples plainly. It was supposed to go over a camisole and without it the neckline plunged dramatically. The denim skirt was no better; it was tight, very tight. What was worse then that was it was mid thigh length on me. None the less I dutifully put them on. With that being done, I slipped on a pair of high heeled sandals and headed to finish my hair and makeup. "I want to leave in about ten minutes," Mike remarked answering his phone as it rang. I busied myself primping, paying attention to make sure my makeup matched the position I was in. I teased my long hair and did one final check of my face. I was confident it was the look Mike required, evening makeup that was a touch more dark and sultry then I would have normally worn. My lips were painted with a brick color lipstick lined in brown to accent their fullness. "You look like a slut," I told myself in the mirror. I shrugged, spraying Mike's favorite perfume on my exposed cleavage and headed downstairs. I was a bit wobbly as I walked, realizing how much I had drunk today, as I entered the living room. I was about to ask what the plans were, when there was a chime from the door. "Ah right on time, Dale would you get that?" Mike asked, knowingly. Dale walked across the carpeted floor quickly, smiling widely, as though he knew what was going on as well. I let out an audible gasp as Burt, our pool man, and his uncle walked in. "Well done young man," Mike beamed, "you have a career in acting if you want it. I assume you are here for your final payment, right?" Burt nodded while staring at me in my outfit. "Pay the man Dale," Mike instructed. Dale removed an envelope from his jacket pocket and handed it to Burt. "Two grand as promised," he stated. I stood there not knowing what was going on. Why would he pay the young man I had an erotic encounter with, why wasn't he angry? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, I was set up. "You look so confused," Mike said, "I hired Ed, Burt's uncle to do it, but he thought Burt would be, um, better suited for the job." "You knew this would happen?" I asked, astounded. "Of course, Dale and I have been watching your toy play for months. We watched what interested you on those naughty videos and the sites you visited on-line. We noticed the once a week play time became almost once a day. I knew, given a little patience and the right incentive you would take the bait." He stated triumphantly. "After I met Ed and then Burt I knew it was time, so we set this up. Now I have enough damning evidence to hold you to our agreement." Burt smiled, finally looking in my eyes, "the $2000 was great, but getting a chance with you was better. Anytime you need more service, please feel free to call." I could feel my cheeks start to flush. Mike was right, he had plenty of evidence. I was taped twice, so far, both times clearly seen begging for sex. He even paid Burt in cash, nullifying any chance of a paper trail. Mike had indeed thought this all through. I felt humiliated and degraded, but most of all trapped. I heard Ed talking and that snapped me out of my thoughts. "I thought we had a better deal than this," Ed rebuked, "you told me I would get a turn as well." "Oh yes of course," Mike replied, smirking, "not now though we just got her cleaned up. I'll have a time scheduled for you as well. I'm sure the wait won't be too extreme, isn't that right sweet heart?" I was blushing furiously again. Mike was loaning me out like yard tools. I stood there nodding, shocked by the feelings of humiliation and arousal rolled into one. "Well I guess I'll have to wait for it," grumbled Ed, as he walked towards me, "I hope it won't be too long, I've been looking forward to putting you through your paces." Arriving beside me he reached under the short hem of my skirt and caressed my naked bottom. He kneaded my flesh with a lust filled look in his eyes and only after poking his finger at my anus did he release me. I was not attracted to Ed, but I some how knew that wouldn't matter to Mike. I was aroused by the attention I had received and still, slightly saddened that my husband wasn't the source of all of the attention. Ed and Burt were then ushered to the door by Dale. Mike took me by the hand and led me towards the garage. "I think it's time to go and show off my trophy wife," he stated happily, "now remember, I want you to behave properly." "Yes sir," I replied, meekly. He and I got into the back of Mike's Lincoln and Dale got in front to drive. As we hit the main road, Mike draped one of my long legs over his and gently stroked my clit. My body shuddered at his touch. I felt the moistness growing between my legs. His touch was so tender and sweet I began to purr in his ear. "You are going to be a good girl, aren't you?" He whispered to me. "Yes master," I replied, feeling his cock twitch under my arm. By now my skirt had ridden up over my hips and Dale could get a clear view of me with every passing street light. I was pleased with that as well, spreading my legs a bit farther for his pleasure. Mike seemed happy that I was so willingly exposing myself. His cock was starting to recover nicely inside his expensive slacks. I couldn't resist the urge to stroke its hardening length through his pants. He rewarded my efforts with a breathless moan in my ear. I casually looked out the front window and noticed a bridge toll coming up. "Dale, don't use the fast pass lane, pay in cash," Mike directed. Dale's grin broke into a wide lecherous smile. "OK boss," Was his gleeful reply. Dale pulled up to the booth and inside was a younger woman working with an obviously bored expression. The lights from the toll station spilled into the car, illuminating me fully. Mike never missed a beat and continued to tease my throbbing clit. At present she took no notice of me, even though I was at the perfect angle to her to see everything. Dale deliberately fumbled for change to prolong the event. Mike rubbed my sensitive clit suddenly harder and an audible moan escaped my lips. This had the desired effect and the young woman locked eyes with me. At first she looked annoyed and then her gaze wandered lower to my splayed legs and Mike's busy fingers. I then noticed a smile break across her face. She was just in time to see him plunge two of them in side me. As Dale finally paid her she took a last glance as Mike offered his fingers to my mouth. She got to watch me lick then suck on his tangy finger, hungrily, before Dale sped off. "Well done slut," Mike beamed, "You gave her a thrill." "Thank you sir," I replied, grinding myself harder onto his hand. Dale soon pulled up to a night club near the bay, stopping at the valet stand. "I want you to cum before you get out," Mike commanded. He began rubbing my clit in earnest. I was totally under his spell at that point and began grinding my pelvis in time with his hand. My orgasm had been building during the whole ride and now I could feel it reaching its breaking point. Mike again, slid two fingers in and set off fireworks in my body. The intense climax washed over me like a wave, leaving me breathless and collapsed against the seat. As I started to recover I noticed that my door was open and the valet had his hand outstretched for me. I blushed straightening myself and my skirt before taking his hand and exiting the car. Mike came around the car and with a wink, tipped the valet. He offered me his arm and we walked together into the club. It was a typical night club in Florida, built in the lobby of an upscale hotel. It had lots of neon and a very loud sound system. I could feel the pound of the bass beats in my chest. Mike was greeted by a hostess and after some whispered discussion we were led to the VIP room. The room was on the small side, with a few tables in the middle and a couple of couches on the edge. There was a large glass window that over looked the dance floor and the DJ booth. Introductions were made and drinks were ordered. I found myself in a room with three of Mike's clients. They were all dressed in suits and looked very out of place in the surroundings. They were focusing their attention on the dance floor when we walked in, but now seemed all too eager to chat with me. Thankfully the VIP room sheltered us from the loud music. The men were all in their late forties or early fifties and all relatively handsome. My stomach fluttered nervously as the thoughts of what Mike had in store for me flowed through my head. Mike sat and pulled me on to his lap as we all chatted about Mike's business and the weather. I was alerted to the sheepish looks I was getting from the three men. I could see them trying to subtly look at my chest. Looking down I realized that the lighting in the room only made it easier for my nipples to show through the thin material. The knowledge that I was truly on display was starting to build my excitement again, causing the expected effect. As my excitement grew my nipples hardened, threatening to poke through the thin material. David was a taller well built black man; he was the first to break the ice, asking me if I like to dance. "Oh she loves to dance," replied Mike, beating me to the punch. David held out his hand and helped me off of Mike's lap. Mike took the opportunity to slap my butt; a little harder then would be considered playful. "Show David a good time, hun," Mike said, winking at me. The innuendo was not lost on me or the rest of our little group. "Yes sir," I replied, smiling weakly at him. As David led me to the dance floor, I resigned myself to the fact that Mike was content in using me for his pleasure and to further his career. I was unsure how I felt about this, but had to admit that I was starting to enjoy my new found sexual liberation. David, it turned out, was a superb dancer and we enjoyed several fast songs together. When a slow song came on he folded me into his arms as we swayed, seductively to the music. I took an occasion to glance at the window of the VIP room and saw Mike watching our progress intently. I decided then and there, you want a slut for a wife, well so be it. I shifted my position slightly, moving my leg between David's. I soon found what I was searching for. My hip made contact with a very respectable bulge in his suit pants. David's body stiffened slightly as though he had been caught doing something naughty. I responded by gently rubbing my hip against him. I was gratified to stiffen something more specific than his whole body. I looked up at David's face and he had a quizzical expression. I simply smiled in reply and continued my gyrations, placing my hand on his well defined buttocks to add a little more pressure. His hands were on my hips, but gradually strayed a bit farther north. My breathing was starting to come in short gasps as his hands found the sides of my thinly covered breasts. Just as it was getting interesting, the song ended leaving us in the middle of the dance floor with out the aid of music. "Um, maybe we should grab a drink to cool off," He stammered. "What ever pleases you," I grinned teasingly. I took the chance and kissed him lightly on the lips, before turning to leave. "Thanks for the dance," I said over my shoulder. I appeared to be confident, but inside the butterflies were going crazy. I amazed myself at the brazenness I had with this perfect stranger, especially in full view of everyone. A public display like this one was far different than the privacy of the car or my home. I was more amazed by the fact that I was disappointed that it didn't go further. I returned to the room with David in tow. I picked up my nearly forgotten drink and took a long pull on the straw. I wasn't even aware, until then, that I was sweating. I turned to look at David and saw his suit coat was buttoned tightly. I giggled to myself at his attempt to hide his arousal from the group. "Did you two have a good time out there?" Mike asked. "I had at least as good a time as David," I replied, honestly Up until this point I had lost track of Dale. As I looked around he was nowhere to be seen. Mike had a waitress bring a fresh round of drinks and the conversation lapsed into business once again. From what I could gather these men were vying for contractual work with Mike's company. This evening was a casual bidding war of sorts. Every now and then one of them would take Mike aside and whisper to him. Mike asked me to entertain one of the other men. He wanted to talk freely with David. Taking my direction I grasped Gil's hand and led him out to the dance floor. Gil was the oldest of the group and was a very clumsy dancer. I was forced to take the lead as he and I lumbered through several songs. I glanced again at the window and saw Mike and David watching me. Mike's eyes urged me to perform for them, while still holding my current suitor's attention. I started dancing with a renewed gusto. My body undulated in time to the music. Gil's eyes were riveted on me while I danced, obviously enjoying my performance. I took his hands and placed them on my slender waist. He stiffly took hold of me, but slowly warmed to his chance to touch my willing body. I turned my back to him, replaced his hands on my waist and ground my butt into his crotch. I felt his enthusiasm grow as he held me tighter. His left hand found my shoulder and pulled me back, while his right hand strayed to my breast, gently kneading the soft flesh. I looked up to see the pleased look on my husbands face. My God, he looked almost proud as he continued the chat with David. The current song ended and I could hear the panting from Gil. I turned back to face him and smiled sweetly. "Did I wear you out?" I asked with feigned innocence. "I'm sorry to say that I am not young enough to keep up with you," he laughed good naturedly. "Let's take a break and give you a chance to recover," I cooed, patting the obvious bulge in his slacks. As before I gave him a gentle kiss on the lips to thank him and led him back to the others. Two down, one to go I thought. When we returned to the room I saw that Dale had returned from where ever he went off to. He had brought with him two young women that he called hostesses. They were introduced around and took their turns engaging the men in private conversations on the sofas. This allowed Mike to talk to them individually with out interruption. The only man not with a companion was Alex, a stocky Hispanic man. Mike told me to be his companion. Sitting down next to Alex, I smiled, "Would you like your turn with me? On the dance floor, I mean." He laughed heartily. I was immediately aware of how his eyes sparkled and danced as we talked. He was a fun loving, jovial man, with an infectious laugh. He started to tell me that this contract was very important to his fledgling company and would probably make or break it. He explained further that was supposed to be an afternoon meeting at his office was changed to this format, instead. I looked around the room, thinking about what I had just found out. It became clear that Mike had decided on this change of venue after he had witnessed my afternoon with the pool man. As my mind mulled over this latest bit of news, I saw that the other two 'hostesses' were draped over their 'escorts' as Mike made his way around the room. Taking their example I leaned myself closer to Alex and rested his hand on my knee. "I'm sure you will do fine," I reassured him, leaning further to whisper in his ear. Alex and I snuggled in closer and continued or chat. I wanted to hear all the details. I had never been privy to Mike's business dealings and was fascinated to hear just how much money this contract could bring. Alex told me that his lowest offer to fulfill the contract was for $20 million a year for the next three years. Now I never had to work but, I was able to get my BA in business. I was very able to follow the conversation with Alex. I couldn't help but like him, he laughed easily and was very pleasant company. He seemed very happy to give me all the details. I sat; listening intently as I casually stroked his thigh. He took the cue and let his hand start to wander as well. "Well I see you two are getting along," Mike interrupted. Alex immediately sat straighter, stammering, "Yes your wife is an amazing woman. She is very beautiful and equally intelligent." "Oh yes, Cindi has many talents," Mike replied, "Don't you dear?" "Absolutely!" I answered with a chuckle. "Well I didn't want to interrupt you," Mike continued, "but Gil is out of the running and David is down to $18 million." Proper Housewife to Slut in One Day Ch. 03 Alex deflated at Mike's words. In our conversation I learned that at $20 Million Alex's company was just about breaking even, but he thought the exposure would vault his company into a player in his field. I was starting to not enjoy this, poor Alex. "Cindi dear, why don't you keep David company while I talk to Alex," Mike suggested. "Yes sir," I answered, gently kissing Alex as I left him. David was with one of the other girls and as I approached I told her I was to take her place. She glared at me, but saw the futility in her emotional reaction, when David smiled warmly and patted his lap. I waited patiently for her to get up and sat down onto David. "I never did like skinny girls." He stated, plainly. "Oh?" I questioned, "What kinds of girls do you like." "Well she has to be pretty and have some meat on her," he began, "as well as some, let's say experience, with out stating the obvious, someone like you." I felt my cheeks start to redden. I was inwardly pleased to beat out the younger woman for this man's attention. David seemed more comfortable with me now. He wasted no time and was soon openly stroking my thighs. My mind was elsewhere though. I kept looking back to Alex and Mike. I knew what they were talking about and it broke my heart. I could see Alex deflate further as their conversation continued. It was obvious that he wasn't getting the contract either. "What do you think they are talking about?" David asked, breaking me out of my thoughts. "The contract I assume," I responded, leaning my heavy breasts towards him, hoping to change the subject. "There is no way I'm not winning," David replied, defiantly. David told me to get us another drink, not that I needed one. I had been at it all day and was getting a bit groggy, but I complied anyway. As I looked back to him he had called Dale over. David whispered to Dale in a very animated way. Dale smiled and walked over to Mike and in minutes Alex nodded sadly and left. On his way out though, he walked over to me. He gallantly took my hand and kissed it. "You were a most gracious hostess, madam," He said, "It has been my pleasure to meet you." I was taken aback at this chivalrous gesture and when he released my hand it contained a card. For reasons I still don't understand I secretly put the card in the pocket of my skirt and smiled at Alex. "The pleasure was all mine, sir," I replied to him with a slight bow of the head. With that being said Alex left us and I walked over to the remaining men. "With what was at stake I was sure you'd go for $18 Million, but I wasn't chancing it," David explained, "and when you upped the ante I had to drop my price to 17 just to make sure I won." "Well let's get this done then," Mike exclaimed. Dale quickly handled the tab and dismissed the 'hostesses'. The very next thing I knew we were leaving the club and heading for the elevators of the hotel. I looked at Mike asking a silent question. He responded by patting my bottom and smiling at me. "You have done so well so far, I'm very happy," he whispered in my ear, "one more thing to do, so don't disappoint me." He accented his last comment by giving my bottom a rough squeeze. The elevator doors opened on the 10th floor and Dale led us to a corner suite. He opened the door and invited us all in. The room was, admittedly, beautiful. It had a seating area and a bar, as well as two bedrooms. In the middle of the seating area was a table with what looked like contracts on it. The men sat around the table and talked about them, while I served more drinks. David quickly scanned the document, and then taking a pen signed them. Dale notarized the document and replaced it in his briefcase. "Congratulations David, I'm sure we will have a long relationship together," Mike said happily, "Let's go Dale." I stood to follow, but David grabbed my hand stopping me in my tracks. "Ooops, I forgot to mention that you were how I upped the ante, Cindi," Mike added as he left the suite. I stood there in shocked silence; Mike never mentioned leaving me alone. I was understandably frightened. David seemed nice, but he was a virtual stranger to me. "I don't know what's going on," I stammered, nervously. "Sure you do, honey," David replied calmly, "You hubby offered your, um, services if I would drop my price by a mil a year. Let's see if you are worth it." David pulled me closer, towering over my five and a half foot frame. He kissed me urgently, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I felt like I was quickly losing control and pushed back against him. "Look, Mike said you would behave," David growled angrily, "I want to do this the easy way, but we can go the hard way if you want." I stood there stiffly, surprised by David's sudden change in demeanor. I was not sure how I should respond. David was getting impatient. He started to remove his jacket and tie as he waited. "You seemed like you enjoyed the feel of my cock on that dance floor and I sure like the look of your tits in that top. I think it's time you showed me the goods," David commanded. I still didn't move, so David again approached me and grabbed my wrist firmly. He pulled me towards the bedroom, totally oblivious to my struggling. Once at the door of the bedroom he flung me inside. "Time to make up your mind, bitch," David glared at me impatiently, "I'm expecting you to show me a great time, $3 million is a lot of money" I was standing in the room; David's angry gaze was searing my flesh. I lowered my head, ashamed, and slowly started to pull the tiny string holding my flimsy top together. David had past the point of waiting and reaching out; he quickly tore the top open. My trapped breasts sprang into view, jiggling seductively. "Oh yeah, I like those titties, bitch," David exclaimed, fondling them roughly. He pulled me closer and began to kiss me again, his hands never leaving my breasts. I felt his tongue, once again, force its way into my mouth. I started to kiss him back, initially afraid of what he might do too me if I didn't. With erotic humiliation clouding my judgment, I resigned my self to the task at hand. I trailed my hands down to his stiffening cock, teasing it through his slacks with my fingers. "Now that's more like it," David commented, "I like when you uptight, white sluts give in and do as you're told." He brought his face to my chest and sucked each of my nipples in turn, forcing a moan from my lips. His hands wandered under my skirt and teased my moistening pussy. He appeared pleased that I was coming around to his demands. I in turn was surprised how fast my body was beginning to respond to this sort of treatment. I soon felt him tugging at my skirt. I didn't want him to tear that as well so I gently pushed him down on the bed and seductively peeled the skin tight garment down my long, tanned legs. David ogled my naked form, happily stroking the lump formed in his slacks. "I assume you want me to suck that big thing, huh?" I cooed at him, stepping between his legs. David sat up, still smiling widely. He began to stroke my thighs and buttocks, gently. "For starters, yes" He replied. I dropped to my knees and started to undo his belt, then his pants. He insistently pawed at my hair as I pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles. I was rewarded by the sight of a long, thick, black, uncircumcised penis. The first one I had every seen. He noticed the look on my face and laughed. "It will be more than a mouthful for you, baby," David remarked, proudly, "and take my pants and shoes off me. This is not going to be a quick, back alley blow job." I did as I was told, my gaze never leaving the monstrous cock, bobbing in front of my face. Once his clothing was removed, per his request. I gently reached for his cock, slowly stroking its hot, smooth flesh. David reached for my head again and wrapping my hair in his hands he pulled me towards his throbbing cock. "Time to earn your keep," he chuckled. I tentatively licked the pre-cum forming on the tip. It tasted strong and salty, delicious. Then opening my mouth, I slowly engulfed the fat head. I inched it deeper and deeper into my hungry mouth, while stroking the remaining length. "Mmm, now that's a good cock sucker," he moaned in approval. With my carnal instincts taking over, his comments spurred me on. I took inch after delicious inch into my mouth, savoring his taste and smell. I only stopped when my gag reflex would allow no more of him down my tiny throat. On my way back up, I concentrated on using my tongue to lick the underside of his shaft. It pleased me, darkly, that my work was causing him to moan and pant in ecstasy. I felt the wetness grown between my legs as his swollen cock popped from my mouth. I held it before me, peeled back his foreskin and worked it back into my willing mouth. I repeated this treatment over and over again, getting it deeper in my throat on each pass. David moaned loudly each time I bottomed out, causing me to feel perverse pride that I pleased him. I worked hard at making him cum, but soon he was pulling my off of his cock by my hair. "Oh no, I don't want to cum in your mouth, slut," David stated, strongly, "not before I get a chance at that hot, white pussy." David grabbed my arm and yanked me to my feet. He slid back on the bed, undoing his shirt. When he was in the spot he wanted, he smiled widely, his immense cock standing at attention. "Come on bitch, ride me!" He demanded. I was entranced at the site of his thick, long cock. I seemed to beckon me as it bobbed. I crawled onto the bed and straddled David. I took that beautiful cock in my hands and eased it gingerly inside my pussy. I was amazed at how smoothly it slid inside of me, but after the events of the day I suppose it was to be expected. David grunted, suddenly, impaling me with his full length. I screamed out in pain and surprise. That didn't seem to stop his assault. David grabbed my hips and started to pound me from beneath. I had never felt so full. I had to slow him down or he was going to tear me apart. "Shhhh, lover, you wanted me to ride you, remember?" I breathed, seductively. David smiled at me lewdly. I placed my hands on his defined chest and slowly, deliberately, I rode him. This seemed to please him. He reached up and tweaked my hard nipples, sending shockwaves through me. I ground myself down onto him, putting pressure on my swollen clit. I soon developed a rhythm with him. He took his hands and moved them to my ass, urging me along. I was aware of a very strong orgasm, brewing inside me. What ever self control remained in me was quickly futile. I wanted to cum, to make this man cum. I knew he wanted me too, so I continued to ride him, intensely. "Fuck, bitch, your pussy feels so good," David groaned. His crude remarks filled me with a deeper desire to please him. "Use my pussy David!" I yelled, "You paid for it, now TAKE IT!" That was more then enough to send him over the edge. I immediately felt his cock twitch and then swell. His first spurt triggered my own climax, causing my pussy to clamp down onto him. "Oh fuck, milk me you slut!" David screamed out. I yelled out, incoherently, with him. My pussy convulsed and then flooded the bed with our juices. I had never had such an intense orgasm. After it subsided I fell on to David's chest, panting breathlessly. After several minutes of silence, David began to recover his senses. "Mike and Dale said you could fuck, but damn," He exclaimed. I smiled tiredly as I rolled off of him and curling into the wet spot we just made and fell fast asleep. I don't know what time it was, but apparently David wasn't finished with me. I was woken up by him pulling me up to my knees and entering me from behind. I have never been woken up with sex, so I was very groggy. David didn't seem to mind. He slid in easily and held my hips tightly as he pounded me from behind. This was a good position for us, because he gave me three more strong orgasms before he finally came inside me. "I want you to lick my cock clean, you horny slut," David commanded. In my sleep deprived state I didn't even hesitate. I leaned into his lap and relished the tangy flavor of our combined juices. The next thing I knew it was morning. I sat up in a panic, quickly realizing I was alone and heard the phone ringing. I looked at the digital clock and it said 11:43 am. I nervously answered it. "Hello?" I mumbled sleepily into the receiver. "Good morning Maam," the voice chirped at me, "will you be checking out today?" I answered quickly, "Uh yes, I'll be right down. I'll drop the key at the front desk" "Great, thank you," was the still chipper reply, "then we can give you a message the, um, gentlemen left behind, and settle the bill." "Great," was my sarcastic reply, "Thank you very much." "You are so welcome; we'll see you soon," She ended, "bye." Hanging up the phone, I stumbled around the room, looking for my clothes. First thing I found was my skirt, which I gingerly slipped back on. I soon found out how sore I was. I then found my top; it was completely ruined by David's tearing. The only clothing left in the room was David's jacket. I slipped it on and buttoned it fully. It did very little to hide my naked form beneath it. I found my purse and went to the rest room to see what I could salvage. I left the room ten minutes later, looking very much like an old prostitute heading home after a long night. "That's not too far from the truth, huh, Cindi?" I thought as I rode the elevator down to the lobby. In the lobby it was clear that my unconventional attire was very noticeable. I was leered at by several people. At the front desk, the clerk smiled and handed me the bill and an envelope. I slid my charge card to her and opened the message. It read "Good morning slut! I hope you found the suit jacket I left for you; otherwise you are standing there topless. I admit the thought crossed my mind as I saw the damage I did to your top. I did tell them to charge the booze to you, though. I figured that was the least you could do for me after I fucked you so well. Maybe I'll come by later to get the jacket from you. David" I folded the note, blushing severely, and placed in the inside pocket of the jacket. Doing this, I inadvertently flashed my still naked breast to the clerk. I was, at this point, beyond caring. I smiled and thanked her then hurried out side to get a cab home. When I got home all I wanted to do is take a long, hot bubble bath, and then take a nap. The cabby took his time counting my change as he stared down the open front of the suit coat, so I finally told him to keep it. When I entered the house, Jasmine, my maid looked at me curiously. "Are you alright, Maam?" she asked. "I'm fine, Jasmine," I snapped, remembering the way Mike talked about her; "I'm tired and wish to be left alone." I locked myself in my room, stripped down and sank into the hot tub. I laid there, eyes clothes, wondering what else could happen to me. Proper Housewife to Slut in One Day I quickly glanced at Mike, he was smiling watching the screen. I heard a chuckle from Dale at my reaction. He moved his hand a little farther up my thigh. "You know that kid?" he asked me with a sly grin. I tried to cover my reaction, as the scenes of him going through a normal high school day flashed by. I though I would faint when Mike's commentary said the young man, whose name is Burt Lyndon by the way, had just turned eighteen and working for his uncle's pool cleaning company. "I might have seen him around," I shakily replied. I was no longer worried about Dale's hand as his fingers slowly started to travel again. "His uncle owns the company that services us," Mike stated plainly, "Did he ever provide you service?" My stomach was in knots and I was breathing heavily. I couldn't believe it. I had just been with that boy today, now he was in an investigation about inappropriate relations with older women. How could I have let this happen. It was like I was in a nightmare. If I wasn't so shocked I might have seen the next thing coming. "We have proof of these allegations in the form of video........" Mikes voice trailed off. Before I could react to what I just heard the screen changed yet again. It showed me and Burt in an embrace and caught me fondling him and removing my top. The footage was surprisingly good and it was absolutely clear as to who was in it. 'MMMM nice tits Cindi," Dale hissed, "if you were that lonely you could have come to me." I was too obsessed with the events happening that I didn't even react to the comment. The scenes changed steadily, me on my knees, me riding him moaning as he fumbled trying to get inside of me, me screaming obscenities, me begging for it, me satisfied and offering a loving kiss and a "We'll see" when he clearly ask for a repeat. Missing from the scenes, curiously, were his slapping my bottom and his voice telling me what to say. As the tape ended, Mike turned to face me, smile of conquest and victory on his face. "Well what do you think of the show, Honey?" he asked triumphantly. "Mike, please, let me explain," I sobbed in desperation. "Oh I think the tape can explain it to anyone who cares to see it," he replied very calmly. "Mike, baby, I'll do anything to make this up to you, anything at all!!" I insisted with tears running down my cheeks, smearing my make up. "Oh I am completely sure of that, anything at all."