Super slut

Becky and I met in college, eventually married, and started working. She was a school teacher, and I was an accountant. Our sex life was rather bland and boring, consisting only of the traditional missionary position. I tried to persuade her to try something different in our sex life, or at least to tell me about her sexual fantasies, but she always seemed uninterested. Three years into our marriage, we discovered the reason we couldn't have children was because I was infertile. Becky was incredibly frustrated; she desperately wanted a child. I was heartbroken too, because I longed for a child as well. Because of this, I started fantasizing about her sleeping with another man and getting her pregnant—a man giving her what I couldn't give her: a child. I never had the courage to tell her about my fantasies, even though the thought grew stronger. Every time we saw couples with their children, I could see the pain and longing on her face, and sometimes even the hatred she felt for my infertility. She didn't hide her emotions; I knew perfectly well the disappointment she felt in me. One night, we both drank quite a bit. I told her about my fantasy—that I imagined her getting pregnant by another man, having a healthy baby, and me watching her have sex with that man. Because having a child was so important to us, I had to watch, as if I were getting her pregnant through that man. She slapped me hard, then slapped me again. "How could you think of me as a whore!" she screamed, pounding her fists on my chest. "I'm your wife, you infertile bastard!" She cried in my arms, but soon calmed down. She said she knew it wasn't my fault because she wanted a child just like me. I threw myself into my work, and our marriage deteriorated rapidly. She often refused sex, citing health reasons, and I couldn't be bothered to bother her. We were very cold in bed, and I became increasingly uneasy about the marriage. Later, the company held a cocktail party because our supervisor was being transferred to another region, and three people were being laid off. This meant three more vacancies were opening up for replacements. Mr. William, the company's boss, wanted to host a gathering to see all of us. I guessed he wanted to see us all before deciding who had a chance for promotion. Becky said she was too tired to go, but I insisted she go because it was so important to us. Our company likes to employ married people; the wives of our employees are an important part of our company culture. At the party, Becky gradually relaxed and had more and more fun. Before we found out I couldn't have children, she had always been a very cheerful girl. After two hours at the party, I realized Becky wasn't with me. I saw her talking to Mr. William in a corner, so I switched to chatting with someone else. When I looked for Becky again, she was gone, and Mr. William was gone too. Suddenly, I started to wonder, what happened? Did they leave together? Before I could even think it through, my boss grabbed me and asked me to meet a new colleague. I outwardly chatted happily with them, but my mind was already wandering far away. Then a hand wrapped around my arm—it was Becky. "Darling, let's go home," she said, her bright eyes sparkling, reminding me of when I first met her. She was quite excited; her nails were almost digging into my arm. So I said goodbye to my colleagues and walked to the door. Mr. William watched us leave. As soon as we got in the car, I wanted to talk to her, but she said she didn't want to talk right now. She lay down on her seat and fell asleep, sleeping until we got home. "Did you have a good chat with Mr. William?" I asked, taking off my coat. Becky seemed visibly uneasy at my question, but as she undressed, her hips swayed more dramatically than usual, and I really didn't know why. "Yes. Why didn't you tell me you were getting a promotion?" "I didn't know I was getting a promotion. There were rumors that I would be promoted, but I haven't received any official notification." “Well, you are indeed one of the candidates they are considering for promotion,” Becky said. I sat on the bed, Becky now only wearing her underwear. I knew she wanted to have sex because she usually didn't take off her bra. She sat beside me with a mischievous smile, a mischievous, slightly wild smile. “Tell me your sexual fantasies again,” she said. I was startled; I hadn't expected her to ask me to repeat them. “Which one?” I asked, pretending not to understand. She pinched my leg: “You know what I'm talking about.” “I want you to have sex with other men, I want him to get you pregnant, I want to watch, or you can come back and tell me everything after you have sex with him.” I blurted it out, my voice trembling, sweat dripping from my forehead. “Now it's your turn to tell me your sexual fantasies,” I said. Becky had never told me her sexual fantasies before. I knew tonight was unusual; she would definitely tell me. She looked at me with captivating eyes, her long, curled eyelashes were beautiful. “Mine?” "My sexual fantasies are similar to yours, but I prefer strong men. Sometimes I want you to witness it, and sometimes I tell you everything after we've had sex—how he does it to me, how big, long, thick, and hard his penis is. I'll tell you everything. He can have all he wants and get me pregnant." She leaned against me, her fingers tracing patterns on my legs. "Also, he made me his mistress, trained me to be extremely slutty. I want to be his slutty mistress, completely controlled by him, immersed in the world of sex, doing whatever he wants me to do." "Why didn't you tell me before?" She didn't answer my question, but stood up and walked in front of me, hands on her hips, thrusting her lower body forward. "I know how to get you promoted," she said. "What?" "Mr. William wants me. He wants to have sex with me." I shuddered. I knew Becky was incredibly excited. I'd never seen her this excited before, not even on our honeymoon. Her nipples were hard, and there was a wet patch of vaginal fluid on her panties. Her darting eyes screamed what she wanted. "I want to have sex with him. I want him to fuck me. I want to be his sex slave. You'll like that, Bobby, won't you? You like it when your lovely wife sleeps with your boss and gets a promotion, right? Think about it, Bobby, your boss fucking me between my legs, fucking me hard, and then his hot semen shoots into my ravaged vagina. His sperm and my egg combine, making me pregnant. You like that, don't you?" "My penis was already hard. She reached into my pants, and I shamelessly ejaculated. 'Oh, Bobby, you're already aroused. You ejaculated in your underwear. I want you to get hard again and ejaculate inside me, Bobby. I want to tell you my fantasy while you ejaculate inside me.' I immediately got hard again. Becky took off her panties and shoved them in my face, letting me smell the scent of her love juice. She lay on the bed, pulled me between her legs, and we looked at each other deeply. Then I began to slowly thrust in and out. 'The person I'm fantasizing about is Mr. William. He wants me to do what he says. If I do, he'll promote you. If I don't, you'll be fired. I have no choice. But if I could choose, I would let him have sex with me. I would want him to be the father of my child. So, I would let him have sex with me and get pregnant with his child. His penis is so big, so big, and so hard. It feels so good when he's inside me. It feels so good.'" "Becky was covered in sweat, her nails digging into my back, her legs wrapped tightly around me, our breathing erratic, and I was trying to control myself from ejaculating too quickly. Then he turned me over and started fucking my ass. He wasn't gentle at all, he just shoved his big cock in all at once. I screamed in pain, but then it started to feel really good, just like fucking my pussy. Then I came. Hey! Bobby, I know you're about to cum, cum, cum inside me, while you're fantasizing about your wife being fucked by your boss, while you're cumming, fantasizing about his semen inside me!" Becky screamed and started trembling. I couldn't hold back anymore; my dick had never been hard for so long before, so I ejaculated... After we both calmed down, Becky said gently to me, "I want to realize my dream. I want to sleep with your boss, I want to have his child, and if he's willing, I'm willing to be his sex slave." She got out of bed, and I heard her go to the living room to make a phone call. When she returned to the bedroom, I asked her what she was doing. "I'm calling Mr. William. He'll explain to you tomorrow morning. Now go to sleep." She leaned against me, and I couldn't fall asleep. My heart was filled with mixed emotions. I really wanted her to have a child. That night, after she fell asleep, her buttocks were facing me. I secretly inserted my penis into her vagina from behind. She moaned softly, "That's it, Bobby. I was dreaming about making love with Mr. William. It's so good. Do me like that!" The next morning, Mr. William called me to his office. "I know that after the party yesterday, you and your wife talked for a long time at home, Bobby," he said. "Yes." His gaze was cold and expressionless as he looked at me. I was surprised that I wasn't afraid at all."How much do you know, Barber?" "My wife wants to have sex with you." "That's all?" "No, you also want to get her pregnant." A small smile immediately appeared on his lips, and his gaze softened slightly. "You don't mind?" "No, I don't mind." "It's not just that, Barber. Let me explain the whole set of rules to you. First, I'll promote you and give you good treatment." "Thank you, Mr. William," I replied. He nodded. "I expect your wife to do as I say, including her mannerisms and clothing. I'll have sex with her whenever and wherever I want. Also, I'll have her perform in front of my friends, so it won't just be me having sex with her, Barber. Do you understand?" "Mr. William, may I sit down?" "Of course. Would you like something to drink?" "No, it's just..." "I understand, Barber. I just want you to know what's going to happen beforehand, so you won't be too nervous." "Yes." “My relationship with her might last a few weeks, or it might last a lifetime. I know you two don’t have sex often?” “Yes, maybe only twice a month.” He laughed, not in a wicked way, but as if to say I hadn’t made my beautiful wife serve me properly. “Now you’re in luck, Barber. You’ll greatly increase the frequency of your sex life. She’ll have sex with you every night, with her vagina and mouth. As for her anus, that’s for me.” “Of course,” I said. “If she doesn’t satisfy you any night, come and tell me the next morning. I’ll punish her. If she doesn’t satisfy you, or for any other reason, I’ll punish her properly. In fact, I’ll torture her whenever I feel the need.” My penis was rock hard when I thought about how my boss abused Becky. I wondered what he would do. “As for you, treat her as your wife. Love her, care for her. She needs love, especially during her pregnancy and childbirth. I want you to be a good father to my children, Barber. I’m serious.” "Children?" "Yes, children. I want her to have three to five children, at least two of them mine. You understand what I mean, Barber? I'll make sure she has a few of my children, but at least one of them will be someone else's." "Yes, I understand. Becky and I both want many children." "Oh, then you won't be disappointed." He stood up from his seat and sat down next to me. "She's told me about your sexual fantasies. Sometimes I'll let you see them, but most of the time, I'll let her tell you the whole story herself. I'm sure she'll tell you some very interesting stories. Any questions?" "No." "Very good. I'll be taking your wife out at three o'clock this afternoon. She'll be spending the weekend with me." I didn't know what to say, so I finally said, "Well... have a nice weekend." He laughed loudly, "I will, Barbie." That afternoon at three o'clock, my mind was a mess. I kept thinking that my wife was going to get into my boss's car at this time so that he could work for me for the weekend. I also kept having sex.The video showed Mr. William having sex with my wife, and my penis was rock hard. That night I masturbated twice, thinking about Becky and Mr. William while I was masturbating. Saturday was a long day. When the doorbell rang, I was putting the videotape into the VCR. Standing outside was a young, pretty girl. She wasn't wearing heavy makeup, and she was wearing a very tight and short skirt. She was quite beautiful. "Are you Bobby?" she asked. "Yes, and you are...?" "My name is Fanny. Mr. William sent me. I'm your promotion gift." Fanny was very professional; she spent the whole night with me, keeping me sexually aroused. I ejaculated four times before she left. But she wasn't my wife; she wasn't Becky. Becky came home at six o'clock on Sunday night, looking exhausted. She gave me a hot, long kiss as soon as she walked in. "Do you want to hear the whole story?" "Yes!" I replied, my penis already erect in my pants. "I need to take a hot shower. Come with me, I'll tell you." I followed her into the bathroom, and she turned on the tap and started undressing. When she turned around... When I looked at her, I was shocked. Her chest was covered in bruises. Looking closer, I noticed many more bruises on other parts of her body. Then, I was even more shocked! "Do you like it when I shave my hair?" Becky asked. Her pubic hair was completely shaved off, making her vulva look smooth and soft. "What's wrong?" "Look, I have a ring on my clitoris. Mr. William asked me to put it on. Do you want to touch it?" I touched the small metal ring, and she immediately began to tremble and gasp. "It will stimulate my clitoris even more..." she groaned, slowly... She slowly slumped into the bathtub, moaning as she enjoyed the warm water. "How's Fanny?" she asked. "Did he tell you?" "Yes, I think Mr. William arranged it very well." "Fanny's great, she blows the trumpet wonderfully." I said this on purpose, because Becky had never given me oral sex. Becky laughed. "I'm sure I blow-drived way more than her this Saturday, Bobby. Could you give me some water and aspirin?" I handed her the pills and water, and after taking them, she lay back down in the bathtub. "Ready for a story?" she asked. As she asked for water, I... My penis got hard. "I was all prepared," I said. "He picked me up at three, and we went to a store first. He bought me some new clothes, some very revealing ones, more revealing than you can imagine. I'll show you later. After I changed into those new clothes, he took me to a great restaurant, and then we danced. By the time we got to his house, it was already one in the morning. He took me to his bedroom, and we kissed and took off each other's clothes. Then he made me lie down. His penis was so big, Bobby..." "It was so big! I was so afraid I wouldn't be able to get him all the way in, to get his whole penis. When he went in, oh my god! Bobby, I've never felt my whole vagina so full before, it felt so good." She opened her eyes and looked at me. I was touching my penis through my pants, and she smiled gently. "He told me to satisfy all your needs, to give you a blowjob?" she asked. "Yes!" I almost shouted. "Okay, come here." I took off my pants and walked to the bathtub. Becky propped herself up and opened her mouth to take my penis in. I really... I was so excited that I ejaculated almost as soon as she took my glans into her mouth. Becky swallowed my semen like a slut; she really became a slut. Then she nonchalantly lay back down in the bathtub. "He kept going until I had no more vaginal fluid to ejaculate, Bobby. He's really amazing. I've never had such an orgasm before. I mean, he fucked me until I was numb, but he could still hold back his ejaculation. He can control when he ejaculates! Then I felt his hand on my butt, his fingers touching my anus." "What are you doing?" I asked him. "I'm going to do your ass now, get ready first." "No, I don't want you to do that." I said. He smiled wickedly at me: "Actually, I'd prefer you to resist. Raping your ass is more fun than you offering yourself up for me to do, but raping will hurt more, so I suggest you shut up and obediently turn over." I was erect again, but Becky's eyes were closed, her hand gently touching her nipples, which were already hard as rocks; she was beginning to burn with desire. "No!" I said, "You can't do my ass." We both knew I wanted him to attack me, to rape my ass. I didn't know there were leather straps under the mattress. He flipped me over, face down, and tied me to the bed with my arms outstretched. "You filthy cunt, now beg me to fuck your ass!" "No," I said, wanting to know what he would do. He reached under my body, lifted me up slightly, and squeezed my breasts. He squeezed so hard, it really hurt, it felt like he was going to flatten my breasts, but I still refused. "Please stop," I cried, begging him, but he squeezed even harder. He really wanted to crush my breasts... He ripped my butt off, I couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck my ass, please, fuck my ass, I beg you." He yelled at me to lift my ass, and I felt his hands spread my buttocks apart. His huge penis pressed against my untouched anus, and he thrust the entire length of his penis in all at once. My God, I was in so much pain, Bobby, I felt like I was being torn in two. I kept screaming, trying to push him away, but his hands were tightly gripping my buttocks, and my hands were tied up, so there was no way to stop him. Until my anus slowly got used to being stretched open, the pain gradually subsided. The spot disappeared, and Mr. William began thrusting. I started to feel very good, and soon I began to beg him not to stop. Oh, I really started to sincerely beg him, Bobby, he made me cum twice when he was fucking my ass. She sighed contentedly, opened her eyes again and looked at me. She saw that my penis was hard again and smiled gently at me. "Don't worry, I'll let you try playing with my ass sometime," she said. "No, Becky, Mr. William told me I'm not allowed to play with yours there, it's for his exclusive use." "Alright, I respect your wishes," she said. Becky stood up and began... After drying herself, Becky, who had never bathed in front of me before, and of course I'd never seen her dry off, carefully examined her body. I noticed clear finger marks on her buttocks—marks left by Mr. William's forceful movements. "What happened next?" I asked. She smiled smugly at me, knowing I was already engrossed in her story. "After he ejaculated in my ass, we took a shower together. I gave him a blowjob until he got up again and did it to me again. Finally, he held me as we slept." Becky hugged me and kissed me passionately. I tasted my semen in her mouth. "The taste of fluid. Do you want to fuck me now, or do you want to hear the story?" she asked. "Fuck me." We got into bed. Becky lay on the bed, looking at me with very lewd eyes, grabbing her ankles and slowly spreading her legs. I had never seen her do this before. I knelt between her legs and inserted my penis. She was incredibly wet, her legs tightly wrapped around me until I ejaculated. It didn't last long at all. "Did you have an orgasm?" I asked her. She kissed me gently. "Bobby, I may never get pleasure from you again, but I like it when you lick me." "I...I also love Mr. William's big cock. He makes me orgasm again and again. Bobby, please lick me, okay? You orgasm, and I want to orgasm too." I went between her legs and gently licked her vulva, swallowing her love juice and my semen until she began to orgasm. After she calmed down, she continued her story. "On Sunday, I went golfing with him. Mr. William, his friend Anno, and I sat in a golf cart. The cart was small, and the three of us were squeezed together. Mr. Anno put his hand on my thigh. I looked at Mr. William, and he made me..." She gave me a wink, letting Mr. Anno touch my body as he pleased. Before they reached the seventeenth hole, he brought me to orgasm. 'Becky kept staring at me, watching my reaction. I was completely engrossed in her story. 'On Saturday night, Mr. William specified that I wear an outfit. Would you like to see me wear it?' 'I'd love to see,' I replied. She jumped up, opened her wardrobe, and took out black garter belts and black stockings, black five-inch heels with the straps wrapped around her ankles, and a very tight, very short black mini-skirt. When she put it on, it made her look...' Her breasts looked larger, her waist thinner, and she looked like a prostitute, a high-class prostitute. "Do you like this dress?" she asked. "Yes!" "Look closely when I sit down." She sat down; the dress was far too short, too short to cover her vulva. Her pubic hair was shaved, and she wasn't wearing underwear; I could clearly see her labia. "How does it look, Bobby?" Do I look like a prostitute? "I told you I wanted to be his sex slave," she said, her excitement growing with each statement about being Mr. William's sex slave increasing. "Go on, tell me...""The story," I said, and she smiled gently at me. "What are we going to do tonight?" I asked. "Mr. Anno will come to have dinner with us, and then the three of us will come back here and have a good time." I started to get excited. I had never slept with two men before, and obeying his command was really exciting. We ate at another great restaurant, and during the meal, the two of them kept touching my thighs. Oh... Bobby, at one point they pulled up my skirt and each of them put a finger in my vagina at the same time, and I immediately orgasmed. Right there in that restaurant, two men used their fingers to make me orgasm! When we got home, Mr. Anno kissed me and took off my clothes, and then Mr. William joined in. You know, I had never done it with two men at the same time. One of them put it in my anus, and the other in my vagina. Then one of them ejaculated in my mouth, and the other in my vagina. Then I licked their penises clean. I orgasmed fifteen times in total. Finally, they let me fall asleep exhausted on the bed in the guest room. She smiled playfully. "You've already come twice, want to do it again?" "Oh, of course!" I laughed. "Want to do it from behind?" Becky said, and so I did it to her from behind. This time I was sure she had an orgasm. "And then?" Becky was exhausted and barely conscious. "Hmm?" "And then after Saturday night?" "Oh, Sunday. I serviced them again with my mouth and vagina, then I took a nap. After that, Mr. William woke me up and said I had a task: to get a metal ring installed. We went to the tattoo shop, and the tattoo artist said he could give me anesthesia to reduce the pain, but Mr. William said no, he wanted me to feel the whole process." "Then we have to tie her up first." "The tattoo artist said they tied me to the table, took off my underwear, and spread my legs. I felt the tattoo artist hook my clitoris with a hook, and then with a 'pop,' the ring was in place. I was in so much pain I almost fainted. They gave me some aspirin, and it still hurts down there." Becky smiled weakly. "Babby, I'm so sleepy," she said, turning away. I immediately heard her soft snoring. That week was uneventful. The biggest change was that I made love to Becky every night. Each time, it was completely different from the monotonous sex of the past. It was very exciting and very satisfying. We would go on until we were completely exhausted. Of course, I licked her vulva every night because I knew very well that my penis alone couldn't bring her to orgasm. On Wednesday, she went to the beauty salon. Becky's hair was shoulder-length and always straight, and she wore an earring in each ear. But when she came back, I was shocked because she had completely changed her appearance. She had cut her hair short, dyed it blonde, and permed it. She also wore five more earrings in each ear. On Thursday night, she said, "I don't want to have sex with you tonight. I know you'll tell Mr. William, and I want to see how he'll deal with me." I was furious. I wanted to rape her. Maybe she liked being raped, but she still refused. She wanted to know how Mr. William would punish her, and she got her wish! When I told Mr. William about this, he immediately called Becky at school and told her to come to his office as soon as possible after class. Around four o'clock, Mr. William called me on the internal line and asked me to come to his office. When I arrived, Becky was already sitting in the meeting room outside Mr. William's office. Then we both went into Mr. William's office. She stood before Mr. William's desk, her body trembling slightly. Without a word, Mr. William approached Becky from behind the desk and began to undress her. Becky usually wore conservative clothes to class, only dressing like a prostitute at other times. Mr. William stripped Becky naked. Then, Mr. William took out a thick leather belt and tied it around Becky's wrists. Becky didn't resist; in fact, she liked being treated this way. I saw her vaginal fluid flowing from her vulva and smelled its scent. After Mr. William had tied her hands, he pulled the belt down to tie her legs, then pressed Becky against his desk, making her lie face down on the table. With her hands and feet bound, Becky couldn't move at all. Becky started to get scared. She begged Mr. William not to hurt her. Mr. William winked at me; clearly, Becky liked what we were doing to her. Finally, Mr. William said to her, "Becky, I will not forgive you. I want you to satisfy your husband every night. He told me that you deliberately disobeyed my orders last night to see what I would do, didn't you?" "Yes," she answered calmly. Mr. William took out a small leather belt with a ball in the middle. He put the ball in Becky's mouth and then tied the belt behind her head. I saw panic in Becky's eyes. When Mr. William took out a soft twig, a look of fear appeared on Becky's face. The twig was about four feet long and very soft. "Becky, you are a slave, I am your master, and Bobby is your husband. You must obey our orders at all times. I want you to remember this well." Mr. William swung the branch at her, and several distinct red streaks immediately appeared on her back and thighs, mostly concentrated on her buttocks and thighs. Although her mouth was stuffed with something, I could still hear her screams. The branch continued to swing at her, and red streaks appeared wherever the branch passed. When Mr. William stopped, he ordered me: "Now go and fuck her, Bobby." "I was already erect. I jumped up, pulled out my penis, and stood behind Becky, thrusting it in. As soon as I entered, Becky orgasmed. I was really happy to satisfy her again with just my penis. So after a few thrusts, I ejaculated inside. Mr. William took off his pants. His penis was much bigger than mine, terrifyingly big. He inserted it into Becky's wet vagina, which was covered in lubricant, then pulled it out and thrust it into Becky's anus in one go. Becky screamed and passed out. Mr. William stopped and took a bottle of smelling salts from his shirt pocket. His penis was still inserted in Becky's anus. He held the bottle of smelling salts in front of Becky's nose. As Becky slowly woke up, he thrust into Becky's anus again until they both reached orgasm."

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