He nodded. "Of course."
"Then I'll do it, Sir?"
"All right, but first we have to prepare you."
My eyes expanded and I fidgeted. "Sir, what do you mean?"
"We need to expand your rectum by putting this anal plug in there for two or three minutes."
My jaw dropped open. The shiny chrome object was three to four inches long and roughly in the shape of a lava lamp.
"Are you ready?"
"I guess so, Sir?"
"Before I can install the plug, I have to expand you with my fingers." Sir squeezed a large amount of lube onto his finger then, gradually inserted it into my rectum.
I winced. "Ooh!"
"Does that hurt?"
"Some, but it's more that I'm not used to it."
"Ramon, come over here and finger her cunt and suck on her clit while I do this."
I glanced over and Ramon had a big smile on his face. "With pleasure."
In seconds, Ramon sprawled across my belly, fingering my pussy and sucking on my clit while Sir continued to ream my anus with his thick finger.
I clenched my thighs, feeling the muscles of my cunt and anus quiver as wetness oozed from me.
As he pulled his finger out of my anus and slid two back in, Sir spoke forcefully, "You guys can make yourself useful by sucking on our slut's luscious tits."
I got the royal treatment as every carnal zone was in play. My body had become like one large pleasure conduit, conducting every touch, by hand, lips or tongue, directly like a current of passion straight to my cunny. "Oh my God, Sir," I screamed, "You're all going to make me come."
Sir Laughed. "We want you to. Cum as much as you want."
I came. My clit quaked in Ramon's mouth and my pussy clenched around Sir's fingers. I rode a tsunami-like wave into a gigantic orgasmic eruption like a bucking bull. My body jerked out of control. I moved frenetically until soothing waves of comfort flowed over me and the phenomenal feeling subsided.
Before my climax had even ended, I gasped. "Owww, oooh! Jesus, that hurts. What did you do?"
"I slipped the plug in. Do you want to use your safe word?"
I took a deep breath. "I guess not. It hurt a lot, but it's going away."
"All right, Ramon. You earned a shot at her pussy. You have five minutes before I pull the plug and drill her tight, little hinny-hole."
Ramon relocated to between my legs.
I was about to host dick number four in my cunt. I gasped as he ran his fingers up and down my slit. My pussy clenched and I pushed it into his fingers. "Fuck me baby. Fuck my cunt."
He set his cockhead right at my pussy mouth and looked straight at me. "Mmm, what a sweet cunt you have. I want you to know, I'm really going to enjoy fucking you."
After all, I'd been through, he slid his cock into my unresisting, juiced up channel in one stroke. Knowing we had a time limit we fucked fast and hard.
The sweet torture, seemed endless, but eventually it pushed us to the brink of orgasm. After a few more thrusts, his eyes rolled back in his head and his fingers dug into my hips hard enough to hurt. He quivered convulsively, trying to force his cock even deeper. “Oh fuck, baby. I’m coming.”
Sensing I was on the threshold of a major eruption, I worked my swollen bud against him. Still tense from his ejaculation and experiencing aftershocks, he lowered his mouth to my breast and sucked on a nipple as hard as he could. Without warning, he bit down hard enough to make me jerk.
“Oww.” The odd mixture of pleasure and pain sent me on the way to orgasm-land. I screamed as a curtain of ecstasy descended, shooting waves of pleasure throughout my body, bringing about a nerve-rattling scream. Ramon, sensing what happened, started to suck on my other nipple and all hell broke loose. A plethora of indescribably delicious sensations moved frantically and erratically through my core until the erotic stimuli slowly ebbed in a series of aftershocks.
After Ramon disengaged, Sir unhooked my arm and leg restraints. I was surprised when he rolled me onto my stomach, my feet dangling in the air. He lifted me up until my knees caught the edge of the bed. "Scoot forward."
I moved a couple feet.
"That's it. Now, I need you to spread your sweet legs thirty inches apart."
I spread my knees apart.
"That's a good slut." Sir picked a pillow from the bed and handed it to me. "Here, wrap your arms around this and bend forward, resting on your elbows and the pillow."
I hugged the pillow and bent over.
Sir clambered up onto the bed and knelt between my feet directly behind me.
"That's it. Now, bend your back down, so that your nice, round, ripe ass sticks up even higher."
I did as he asked, bending my back down and wiggling my ass. "How's that, Sir?"
"Perfect." My reward was the paddle landing across my ass with a stinging slap. "Ow." Surely, he isn't going to spank me. Yet, the paddle stung my ass with a second smack and a third. I cried out, "What're you doing that for, Sir?"
"Because a few swats will make it easier to get the plug out and my dick into you." He chuckled. "Besides your ass looks nice pink."
As the whacks continued, my flesh began to sting and burn. The heat of a flush moved along my limbs and up my cheeks as the paddle continued to land across my ass. The shock was that it seemed to affect my pussy and I looked forward to more swats.
Sir finally pulled on the flange of the anal plug while Ricky, who'd scooted up beside him observed. After a combination of turning and pulling, there was a release of pressure as the plug popped free. "Look how big her hole is!" Observed Ricky.
"Looks inviting, doesn't it?"
Sir squeezed a good amount of lube jelly into my rectum, then inserted his forefinger and spread the ointment around. Next, he squeezed a good amount on his cock and spread it the length. He rested his cock at my enlarged ass opening. "Is my slut ready?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Here goes." Slowly he inched his rigid male meat forward. It went in a couple inches.
I gasped, quavering to my toes.
"Are you all right?"
Though it initially hurt, the pain quickly devolved to something more like discomfort. "Yes, Sir. I'll be fine."
Sir pushed in a couple more inches, resulting in more discomfort, then pulled back a little and thrust in again. "I'm almost in. How does it feel?"
It still felt strange, but the unusual intrusion showed promise. "It's tolerable."
"Hmm, that's not good enough. Guys help our slut out will you."
I felt fingers on my nipples, clit, in my cunt. I relaxed and the discomfort in my colon lessened. "Are you all the way in?" Satisfied I was ready, pleasure pain shot through me as Sir buried his shaft deep in my ass to the hilt.
"I am now. Is it getting better yet?"
"Yes. Keep going."
With each stroke, the discomfort began to merge with an unfamiliar form of pleasure. Every stroke of Sir's shaft brought forth a new set of nerves sending pulses of pleasure/pain throughout my body.
"How is it now?"
"It's good. Keep going, Sir."
"Okay boys, time to give our slut some more dick. Move away." Holding me tight around the waist, he rolled onto his back. With his cock buried deep in my colon, and my legs spread wide up in the air, I rested on my back on top of him.
Lying near the edge of the bed, Sir maneuvered around until his legs rested on the floor. "Okay Ricky. It's pussy time."
I Rested my feet on Sir's knees as Ricky edged up between our legs to my wide-open pussy. He set his thick cock at the entrance to my juiced-up cunt and slammed it deep into me. Despite his girth, it guided in with a single thrust. I gasped from the wild sensations that coursed through me. I felt stuffed, but a swell of pleasure swamped me, as their organs began to move in and out, within me.
"Does it feel okay?" Sir wanted to know.
Did it feel okay? I had two good sized cocks in me a half inch apart. "So far it feels great, just keep moving." Pinned in place
by two shafts, I wasn't able move much, but their cocks pounded me and every nerve jiggling thrust brought forth a soft cry of joy.
As Ricky's shaft assaulted me from the front and Sir's cock took me from the rear, my fists grasped the bedspread tightly. The tiny bit of hurt I felt seemed minimal compared to the pleasure that coursed through me. The rhythm of my rapid heartbeat against my breastbone echoed in my ears.
Overwhelmed by the sensations that bombarded me, I soon was on the threshold of a huge, double penetration orgasm. "Holy Fuck, I'm coming." As the whirlwind of ecstasy swirled around me, I screamed my joy. "Oh my fucking God, I feel it everywhere!" I whimpered, and pleaded, "That's it, keep it up harder, faster!" I closed my eyes to concentrate on the wondrous feelings that surged through me. Sir fucked me harder but Ricky ground himself deep into me, caressing my sensitive bundle of nerve endings, sending even more magical impulses crashing through me.
I became numb from the plethora of carnal sensations I experienced, but I loved it. This was the best sex I'd ever had. Someone turned my head and I sensed something large and sticky on my lips. I opened my eyes to see Tex smiling at me. Thought you might like to have another dick in you darlin'.
I opened my mouth and a third cock buried itself in me. A few seconds later, Dino and Ramon lifted my hands to their cocks. I wrapped my fingers their silky shafts and stroked them.
Five men at once. I was taking care of five men at once and loved it. The fact that I gloried in it made me realize not only how much of a slut I was, but how much I enjoyed being a dirty, wicked, fucking slut.
That's when I realized how much I had failed in my goal. That this wasn't to be the culmination of my hunger but the beginning. That the fire of lust that had burned within me wouldn’t be extinguished as I’d hoped, but instead had been stoked.
I'd mistakenly thought if I finally indulged the Beast, it would be satisfied and go away. Now, the truth was evident. There was no killing the Beast or satisfying it. Instead, I had fed it. I'd nurtured it. It would always be with me because the Beast was me.
Denouement
Everyone except Dino, who everyone agreed was too big, took a turn in my ass and everyone had at least a round in my mouth and two rounds in my pussy. My last anal partner, Ramon managed to stand, supported by his large hands holding my thighs with my arm wrapped around his shoulder to steady me and his cock buried in my ass. Walking around the bedroom with my legs spread wide he offered my wide open cunt to any and all takers. One by one, all the other lovers eased up to my pussy and fucked me in a standing three way coupling. Afterwards we all collapsed back on the bed with so much fucking and sucking and pussy eating I lost track. I also lost track of how many orgasms I had, but I know it was a bundle. Maybe twenty. Hell, maybe thirty or more.
Toward the end, what we did no longer turned me on. I grew tired, got sore and had no climaxes for the last half-hour. Nevertheless, I was delighted. No, I was elated. The hunger was temporarily sated and the experience would live with me forever. Perhaps it would even revitalize the sex life of my marriage, which had been deteriorating for a couple years.
After all my sexual partners except Eddie left, we got dressed. Eddie treated me different. I guess with clothes on I was no longer a slut. He called me Trixie and he, even embraced and kissed me passionately.
Remembering how wicked I'd been, through closed eyes, I viewed what had taken place in the Eddie's king-sized bed. How, with my blessing, he'd tied me up so five men could use me as their plaything whore and fuck me—not just vaginally, but orally and anally.
I opened my eyes and Eddie pecked me on the lips again. "You were magnificent, Trixie."
"Thank you. You and your friends were spectacular, too. I guess I'm ready for you to take me back to the bus stop."
"Not quite." Eddie set his forefinger between my cleavage, and traced a line to my neck and came to rest just behind my ear. He slipped my mask over my head, straightened my hair and handed it to me. "You don't need this anymore." His arms drew me in, pressing my breasts into his chest and we kissed again.
I offered the mask back to him. "I want you to have this."
He shook his head. "I couldn't."
Suspecting I might return, I insisted, "Please, I want you to have something to remember me by."
He sighed and nodded. "If you insist. And you can keep the sleep mask as a souvenir of this day."
"I would like that."
"Time is short. I must take you back."
I sighed. "Yes, I must get back to being an ordinary housewife." My shoulders drooped and I rested my face against his chest. The aroma of his cologne mixed with the scent of sex, played with my senses.
He stepped away, smiled and studied the length of me. He smoothed my hair and adjusted my blouse a final time. Then he leaned forward and kissed my lips, softly. I trembled, at the tenderness of his kiss. The slut in me had an urge drop to my knees and suck him dry to thank him for what he'd done.
His hands slid to my hips, but instead of pushing me to my knees, so I could take out his cock for a goodbye blowjob, he held me firmly and said, “We must go. Your four year old will be home soon.”
Dread coursed through at the idea of going home. Even the idea of seeing my son, knowing what I'd just done, terrified me, let alone facing my husband.
"Are you ready?"
A chill shot through me. "I guess."
The End
Look for Slut II sometime this Fall
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