Super Slut

I pulled down my pants and walked to the bathtub. Becky propped herself up and took my penis into her mouth. I was so excited that I ejaculated almost as soon as she took my glans in. Becky swallowed my semen like a slut; she really became a slut. Then she casually lay back down in the bathtub. "He kept fucking me 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 not ejaculate. 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 fuck your ass now. Let you get ready."

"No, I don't want you to do that there," I said.

He gave me a wicked smile: "Actually, I'd rather you resist. It's more fun to rape your ass than to offer yourself up for me to fuck. However, raping you will hurt you more, so I suggest you shut up and obediently turn over." I got an erection again, but Becky's eyes were closed, her hand gently touching her nipples, which were already as hard as rocks. She was starting to burn with desire. "No!" I said, "You can't do my ass."

Actually, we both knew that I wanted him to attack me, to rape my ass. I didn't know there were leather straps under the mattress. He turned me over, face down, and tied my arms to the bed with my arms outstretched. "You rotten cunt, now beg me to fuck your ass!"

"No," I said, wondering what he would do. He reached under my body, lifted me up a little, and squeezed my breasts. He squeezed very hard, and it really hurt. It felt like he was going to crush my breasts, but I still refused him. "Please stop," I begged him, crying, but he squeezed even harder. He really wanted to tear my breasts 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 ass apart. His huge penis pressed against my untouched anus, and he thrust the entire length of his penis in at once. Oh my god, it hurt so much, Bobby, I felt like I was being torn in two. I kept screaming and trying to push him away, but his hands held my ass tightly, and my hands were tied up, so there was no way to stop. Until my anus slowly got used to being stretched open, the pain gradually disappeared, and then Mr. William started thrusting. I started to feel very comfortable, and soon I started begging him not to stop. Oh, I really started to beg him from the bottom of my heart, Bobby, he made me cum twice while 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 touch you there; it’s his private area.”

“Alright, I respect your wishes,” she said.

Becky stood up and began to dry herself. Becky had never bathed in front of me, and of course, I had never seen her dry herself. I looked closely at her body and noticed clear finger marks on her buttocks—marks left by Mr. William’s force. “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 went to 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. “Do

you want to fuck me now, or do you want to hear the rest of the story?” she asked.

"Let's have sex."

We got into bed. Becky lay on the bed, looking at me with a very lewd gaze, 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.

"Babby, I may never get pleasure from you again, but I like you licking me. I also like 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 were in a golf cart. It was a small cart, and the three of us were crammed together. Mr. Anno put his hand on my thigh. I looked at Mr. William, and he winked at me, letting Mr. Anno touch my body as he pleased. He brought me to orgasm before they reached the seventeenth hole." 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 in 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 straps wrapped around her ankles, and a very tight, very short black mini-skirt. The outfit made her breasts look bigger and her waist thinner; 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, so I could clearly see her labia. "How does it feel, Bobby?" Do I look like a prostitute? "I told you I was going to be his sex slave," she said, getting more and more excited each time she mentioned being Mr. William's sex slave. "Go on with your story," I said, and she smiled slightly at me.
"What are we going to do tonight?" I asked.

"Mr. Anno will come to 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 orders 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 inserted a finger into 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 undressed me, then Mr. William joined in. You know, I've never been with two men at the same time. One of them was in my anus, the other in my vagina, then one ejaculated in my mouth, and the other in my vagina. Then I licked both of their penises clean. I orgasmed fifteen times in total. Finally, they left me exhausted and asleep on the guest room bed. She smiled mischievously.

"You've already come twice, want to do it again?"

"Oh, of course," I laughed.

"Want to do it from behind?" Becky said, so I did it to her from behind. This time I was sure she had an orgasm.

"What's next?"

Becky was exhausted and barely conscious.

"Hmm?"

"And after Saturday night?"

"Oh, Sunday, I used my mouth and vagina to serve them again, then I took a nap. After that, Mr. William woke me up and said I had a task: to get an iron 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. Becky smiled weakly.
"Babby, I'm so sleepy," she said, turning away. I immediately heard her soft snoring.

That week went smoothly, except for one major change: I made love to Becky every night. Each time, it was completely different from the monotonous sex of the past—very stimulating and incredibly satisfying. We would go on until we were completely exhausted. Of course, I licked her vulva every night because I knew perfectly 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 was also wearing 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 was trembling slightly as she stood in front of Mr. William's desk.

Mr. William walked silently from behind the desk to Becky 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 did not resist; in fact, she liked being treated this way. I saw her vaginal fluid flowing out and smelled its scent. After Mr. William tied her hands, he pulled the belt down to tie her legs, then pressed Becky down onto his desk, making her face down on the table. With her hands and feet bound, Becky could not move at all. Betsy started to get scared. She begged Mr. William not to hurt her. Mr. William winked at me; clearly, Betsy liked what we were doing to her. Finally, Mr. William said to her, "Betsy, I won't forgive you. I want you to satisfy your husband every night. He told me 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 Betsy's mouth and then tied the belt behind her head. I saw panic in Betsy's eyes. When Mr. William took out a soft twig, a look of fear appeared on Betsy's face. The twig was about four feet long and very soft. "Beckie, 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 that now." Mr. William swung the branch at her, and several obvious red stripes immediately appeared on her back and thighs, most of them concentrated on her buttocks and thighs. Although her mouth was stuffed with something, I could still hear her screams. The branch kept swinging at her, and red stripes appeared wherever the branch passed. When Mr. William stopped, he ordered me, "Now go fuck her, Bobby."

I was already erect, so I jumped up, pulled out my penis, and thrust in from behind Becky. As soon as I entered, Becky orgasmed. I was really happy to satisfy her again with just my penis, so I thrust a few times and then ejaculated inside her. Mr. William took off his pants; his penis was much bigger than mine, terrifyingly big. He inserted it into Becky's wet, lubricated vagina, then pulled it out and thrust it into Becky's anus in one go. Becky screamed and passed out. Mr. William stopped, took a bottle of smelling salts from his shirt pocket, his penis still inserted in Becky's anus, and 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. Then he walked up to Becky, removed the leather strap and ball from her head, pressed the head of his penis against her cheek, and ordered her to lick his penis clean. I watched as Becky licked up the semen on Mr. William's penis and her own feces, swallowing it. Then Mr. William returned to his seat. Sitting in his chair, he made an internal call to his secretary, asking her to bring us two drinks. When the secretary came in and saw Becky tied to the table, her anus and vulva covered in semen, she wasn't surprised at all. I had thought Becky would feel embarrassed when others saw her like this, but I was wrong. Becky wasn't embarrassed at all; instead, she moaned even more lewdly and loudly when the secretary entered. After Becky calmed down, Mr. William asked, "You slut, did you learn your lesson today?"

"Yes..." her voice sounded like a little girl's.

“I can do this to you anytime I want. Next time, I won’t be so gentle!”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Do you understand that serving Bobby is just as important as serving me?”

She looked at me, her eyes filled with a love that had never been so intense.

“Yes!”

“Untie her, Bobby.” I untied her.

“Can I go and clean myself up, Mr. William?” she asked.

“No, put your clothes back on. I want that semen to flow from your vagina down your legs. I want everyone to see it, to know that you’re a slut who’s been fucked.” When Mr. William called her a slut, she gave me a wild, sexy smile.

“Do you like being my sex slave, Becky?”

She didn’t say anything, but the expression on her face told us that she absolutely did.

Mr. William jumped up and swung the branch at Becky’s buttocks again, causing her to jump in pain.
"I'm asking you a question, you slut!"

"Yes!"

"Yes, what is it?"

"Yes, I like being your sex slave," she turned to look at me, "and I like being your sex slave too, Bobby."

After that day, the relationship between the three of us became even more solid. Mr. William was my boss and Betsy's master; I was his employee and Betsy's husband; Betsy was my wife and a school teacher; and besides that, she was a slut, a whore, a rotten cunt.

Chapter Two

I left work early on Friday to see what Betsy would wear for the weekend; this was the second time she had gone out with Mr. William.

As I mentioned before, she became Mr. William's sex slave for the first time last week. After spending the weekend with him, she came home quite happy. That week, she didn't spend any more time with Mr. William, except on Thursday. Because she hadn't made love to me on Wednesday night, Mr. William called her to his office, whipped her, and fucked her anus as punishment. Mr. William wanted her to serve me well, and she obeyed every single one of his orders. I was very happy, and Becky also enjoyed being Mr. William's sex slave, letting him fuck her to his heart's content. More importantly, Mr. William wanted to get her pregnant, ejaculating large amounts of his semen into Becky's uterus, fulfilling the responsibilities I couldn't fulfill. I was also very happy. This week's sex life was the best since our honeymoon. Except for Wednesday night, when she wanted to see how Mr. William would punish her, Becky made love to me every night. As I entered the room, I heard the tap turn off. When I went into the bathroom, Becky was drying her hair. Mr. William had chosen this hairstyle for her; she had just gotten it cut a few days ago. She was carefully drying her six pierced ears, which Mr. William had also asked her to get. "Hi, Bobby," she said happily, "You came all the way home to see me?"

"I came all the way to take my favorite girl to the weekend. What are you going to do now?"

"I don't know. He just told me what to wear and that he'll pick me up at four."

"Are you happy?"

I knew she was happy; she was practically bursting with joy. She kept laughing as she combed her hair, her big eyes shining brightly. She sat naked in front of the vanity, holding a hairdryer in one hand and a comb in the other. I could smell the scent of her vulva. Just thinking about being with Mr. William made her wet. When she described Mr. William's penis after their last outing, I didn't believe her at first. But after witnessing Mr. William having sex with Becky's anus in his office, I realized how ridiculously large his penis was. That huge penis made Becky a happy woman. Becky started putting on makeup.

"I didn't know you liked heavy makeup," I said, as she applied heavy eyeshadow.

"Oh, Mr. William wanted me to wear heavy makeup. He said it makes me look more like a slut," she waved her eyeshadow pencil in the air, "I am a slut, you know, and I am his sex slave." "Yes, I know," I replied softly. We both knew she willingly became Mr. William's plaything.

Becky applied bright red lipstick to her full lips to match her bright red fingernails and toenails, then put on her stockings—thigh-high stockings that only reached her thighs. Adjusting every angle of the stockings, I knew she was doing this to maintain the most perfect image in front of Mr. William. After adjusting the stockings, she looked at me lewdly.

"You're hard again, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? It's all because of you."

"No, I mean, did you get hard seeing me dressed, or did you get hard thinking about your boss wanting to use his big cock on me?" That was a brilliant question. Of course, seeing her dressed would give me an erection, but not this hard. The image of Becky tied up, Mr. William fucking her anus, he was fucking her so violently, I felt like my penis was about to break. "Both," I answered honestly. I loved it when Mr. William fucked her, and I desperately wanted Becky to get pregnant and have a chubby baby for him, or have a child for another man, because Mr. William had said he would at least have his friend get Becky pregnant. She smiled slyly.

"You want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Yes, that's what I mean."

She sighed. "I wish you had told me sooner. It's been over a year since I've had this much fun."

"Come here," she said with a smile. "I can't just leave like this. I don't want Mr. William to think I haven't been taking good care of my husband." I took two steps closer to her, and she unbuckled my belt, pulled down my zipper, and took out my penis.

"Oh! You're so hard. Let your boss's sex slave serve you!"

Her lips were on my penis, making sucking sounds, and her tongue kept rubbing against the head of my penis. It felt so good that I couldn't hold back for long before I ejaculated in her mouth. "Oh, Bobby, you came too fast, didn't you? Maybe I was too lewd and you couldn't handle it. Let's do it again, okay? I didn't even break a sweat." She took my penis into her mouth again and started sucking. I felt my penis get erect again, and her head kept moving back and forth on my penis. God, that felt so good, so good. She never used to touch my dick, but now she was giving me a blowjob like a world champion prostitute. I have to thank my boss, Mr. William, for all of this. Finally, I ejaculated in her mouth again, and she let my penis soften in her mouth, swallowing all the semen. When she spat out my penis, I saw that it was very red, very red, covered in her lipstick.

"That's much better, Bobby. I want you to masturbate at least three times before I get back on Sunday afternoon, so you can last longer with me next time, okay?" "No problem, Becky," I whispered.
"Let's go a little further now, I need to put on my shoes."

She opened a new shoebox, took out a shoe—a pair of very shiny, very high black high heels.

"How high are these?" I asked.

"Six inches. I'm afraid I'll fall in them."

She stretched out her sexy toes, pulled her long legs tighter. Becky's legs were very sexy; although not as thin as those of famous models, they were very well-proportioned and long, and her slender ankles were especially beautiful. She slipped her foot into the shoe, then fastened the strap around her ankle. She then took out a small lock from the shoebox—a very, very small lock—and threaded it onto the strap. With a "click," the strap locked. I saw her body tremble slightly. Then she reached into the shoebox again, groping around. "I can't find the key. I hope it's with Mr. William," she said, as she began to put on the other shoe.
As she stood up after putting on her shoes, I couldn't help but admire her legs and hips. Those six-inch heels made them look absolutely gorgeous. I simply couldn't stop staring at them. She kept looking at herself in the mirror. "Great," she said after taking a breath. Yes, she was stunning!

She walked to the wardrobe, her incredibly high heels making her walk even more sexy. Then she put on her clothes—a black, tight-fitting mini dress with a large V-neck that went all the way up to her waist. The upper part was a bit loose, and if someone were standing next to her, they could almost see her entire chest. As she walked, the hem would open slightly, so she had to be very careful to avoid being seen. However, I think what Mr. William really wanted was for Becky to be exposed in front of everyone, to let others see the clitoral ring on her clitoris, her smooth vulva, and the gleam of the ring swaying beneath her vulva… She looked amazing, and I really wanted to fuck her again. She immediately saw through my intention.

“There’s not enough time, darling, he could come to pick me up at any moment.”

She took another package from the closet, which contained many delicate gold bracelets; she wore six on each wrist. Just then, the doorbell rang, and I ran to answer the door. “Come in, Mr. William.”

“Hello, Bobby, is my slut ready?”

“I’m here,” Becky ran towards him, each step revealing her shaved vulva beneath her clothes. Becky hugged Mr. William and kissed him passionately. I saw his tongue enter Becky’s mouth. Luckily, Becky had rinsed her mouth after tasting my semen, so I didn’t care about the taste of other men’s semen in her mouth, but I wasn’t sure if Mr. William would care. “You look beautiful today, Becky,” he said.

“Thank you, Master,” she replied alluringly.

He took a jewelry box from his pocket, opened it, and took out a gold necklace. The necklace was about two inches wide and looked very heavy, almost like a dog leash, except it was made of gold and had a small diamond set in it. “Turn around,” he said, and then helped Becky put on the necklace. The necklace fit Becky’s neck quite well, even a little tight.

When Becky turned her back to Mr. William, she looked at me. She looked so sexy and wanton. I had never seen her like that before, and I was really happy for her. Mr. William took her hand and walked out the door. They walked toward Mr. William’s large RV, and Mr. William turned to me and said, “Babby, call the school and tell them that someone in Becky’s family has passed away, so she needs to take a week off. Well, have a nice weekend.” “Have fun too.” I watched him walk away with my wanton wife. Becky never looked back at me, and she kept showing her bare buttocks as she walked. It was a long weekend. The house was deathly silent. I kept thinking about Becky. What was she doing? Was she having sex with him? Was Mr. William tied her to a chair? Was he doing her from behind? Or was someone else doing her? Who was it? Mr. William's friend? A client? Or a work colleague I knew? I masturbated, holding my penis in my hand. I used salad oil, olive oil, and hand cream to lubricate it, masturbating incessantly before she came home. Where were they now? At Mr. William's house? At a wild party? I was going crazy!

Where was she?

Who was she with?

At six o'clock on Sunday evening, I saw Mr. William's RV parked in front of my house. I opened the door and stood there waiting for Becky to come back to me, waiting for her to tell me what had happened, waiting for my slutty wife to tell me how she had been played with! The RV door opened…

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