【Super Slut】(Completed in 09) Author: diyuanzs

Author: diyuanzs
Word Count: 9673

【Super Slut】09

For the next three weeks, our lives were no different from any other typical American family. I
worked for Mr. William from Monday to Friday, and Becky went
to the private club in Mr. William's townhouse to be his slut—she told me that usually two to six
club . After work each day, Becky, Judy, and I would go home together for dinner, and afterwards the three
of us would usually make love wildly anywhere in the house—sometimes it was just
any , but more often it was all three of us. After that, Judy would go home alone, and Becky and I would
fall asleep in each other's arms. I never imagined my sex life with Becky would be so perfect. I still
can't believe Becky went from an ordinary housewife/teacher to a complete slut and my
boss Mr. William's sex slave. As for the other woman I slept with, Judy, she was almost as lovely as Becky,
but not as wanton and insatiable in bed. In fact, her slightly
shy and submissive attitude in bed was her charm.

Judy was truly devoted to Becky. They both loved
to seduce ; I enjoyed watching them rub against each other and do 69, caressing their bodies and
smelling their fragrance until I couldn't resist and held one of them firmly to my penis. Judy
made it very clear that for her, Mr. William and my husband and I were the limit of her sexual partners.
There's nothing wrong with that, after all, not everyone is as slutty as Becky, right? One evening after
dinner , Judy and I were clearing the table when Becky, using the excuse of going to the bathroom, avoided washing the dishes;
she hadn't had much of an appetite lately. While we were clearing the table, Judy and I heard Becky scream, "Ah!!!!
Blue! Blue! Honey, come quick!" Judy and I rushed into the bathroom and found Becky
curled up on the floor, sobbing. I quickly knelt beside her to check if she had
hurt herself, but I found her laughing and crying at the same time—a joyful expression.

"Oh my god~ Oh my god! Blue! Blue, you see it, Bobby," Becky stammered excitedly
, "We need to get everything pregnant right away, I mean, God, we've waited
so long~ so long!~" The three of us hugged each other tightly,
sharing tears. The next morning, I took Becky to the hospital, and the test results confirmed she was indeed
pregnant! Of course, physiologically speaking, we couldn't be sure who the biological father of the child was, but we
didn't care at all—Becky was pregnant, and we were going to have our own child! Judy sounded just as excited as we were when she received our
confirmation call. Becky also called Mr. William to tell him
the good news; and my boss said he would throw a celebration for Becky at the club next Saturday to celebrate this
joyous occasion.

We met Judy and Mr. William outside the hospital. Judy and I went to the mall in my car to buy
maternity clothes and such; while Mr. William would take Becky out for a big meal to celebrate. Before Becky jumped into
Mr. William's luxury car, she eagerly lifted her skirt, exposing her bare mons pubis and ringed
labia to the driver, Mr. Gleason. Poor Mr. Gleason had been teased by the flirtatious Becky many times,
like a greedy cat unable to reach the fish hanging right in front of its nose. I suddenly realized that all of this was
simply Becky's natural behavior, not an attempt to seduce anyone; she was a living fire of lust,
the embodiment of Aphrodite on earth, and every man fantasized about pinning her down and thrusting his cock
into her pussy, which made me incredibly proud. But only one person, my boss Mr. William, a male S with an incredibly
strong will , could resist the temptation to possess Becky alone, allowing me to continue having
my wife—not to mention generously sharing Judy with me. Another thing that made Becky happy was that
throughout her pregnancy she could have sex with all 25 men in the club without a condom. "Because
we didn't use a condom, I got pregnant," Becky giggled as she told me. "But on the other hand,
since I'm pregnant, I don't need condoms for a while, which is great, Bobby, you know, I
love the feeling of being filled with semen..."

About two months later, Judy moved in with us. She was a huge help—she
not only soothed Becky during her morning sickness but also helped satisfy Becky and me
sexually throughout the pregnancy. The three of us loved lying in our knee-sized bed,
making love and chatting until we all fell asleep. She quickly became part of our family.
She even went to work every day until Becky was 36 weeks pregnant. Finally, the day of delivery arrived, and after a long
labor, Becky gave birth to a healthy and beautiful boy. I have to admit, that
funnel really played a decisive role. Three days after the baby's birth, I brought everyone to the hospital.
Becky was breastfeeding the baby in bed; her breasts were full and at least two cup sizes larger than before she was pregnant.
Mr. William, Judy, and I teased her, saying we should definitely try feeding
the baby . Becky smiled brightly in the sunlight, radiating maternal glow, happy and sweet.

"You know what, Bobby," Becky said, breastfeeding the baby with her breasts, which were bigger than the baby's head
, "I've decided to name the baby Robert Edward Jones Jr., with 'Little' added to your middle name
. What do you think?"

I was honored that Becky was willing to use my name for the child, but I had a better plan: "No,
Becky , I've already decided that when the baby is older, when we can find out who his biological father is, we
'll name him after his biological father. And all your children after that will be named the same way!"

"Uh... Bobby, are you sure?" Becky asked, looking at me.

"Of course!"

"I love your idea, Bobby. The kids' names will make it clear I'm a slut."
"But the problem is I need to fill out the birth certificate before I'm discharged from the hospital, and we can't know who
the ..."

I pulled a folded piece of paper from my pocket, unfolded it, and smiled at Becky as I shook it out:
"You don't know, but I do—when the baby was born, Mr. William, his friends, and I
did a DNA comparison using his umbilical cord blood."

Becky hugged the baby tightly, her large breasts pressing against his face, causing the baby to
choke on his milk. Becky quickly picked him up and patted his back, asking rapidly:
"Who is it? Tell me who it is!"

"Charles, the baby's father is Charles Williams."

"Oh? My God! It's Mr. 'Horse'!" Becky said excitedly, kissing the baby, "Bobby,
you don't know, Mr. William's dad's penis is really as big as a horse, that's why I nicknamed him
Mr. Horse ."

"My darling~ My darling~ When you grow up to be like your dad, what should I call you?
How about 'Little Dumas'?" Becky giggled at her own witty remark and
continued , "Okay, then let's name our eldest son 'Colt William Jones' (Colt,
also meaning foal - translator's note)."

Becky had actually told me before that among the 25 (26, if you include me)
men , Charles William (Mr. William the Elder) had the biggest dick. I'd met him in person, and from the way he and
my wife looked at each other, I knew their feelings went beyond just sex. Becky continued,
looking down at the child in her arms, "Baby, if you really grow up to have a dick as big as your dad's
, then Mommy definitely has to try it~" I gasped, "Are you kidding me?"
"What's wrong? It's common for mothers to give their children early sex education, isn't it? Hahaha," Becky laughed
happily . From her expression, I couldn't tell if she was telling the truth or not.
The next day, when Mr. William visited Becky and the child in the hospital, he cried with emotion. I suddenly realized that Mr. Ma
was Mr. William's father, which meant that Becky had given birth to a half-brother for Mr.
William. I didn't know how Mr. William viewed this—he and his father had slept with the same woman. But
at least on the surface, Mr. William's expression was just one of joy...

For the next two years, life seemed to repeat itself endlessly. Becky continued to be
a slut at Mr. William's club. The men who impregnated her would voluntarily leave, so after she gave birth to her
second , her clientele increased to six; the third year, it became five. Our second
child was a girl, and we called her "Jade? Lee? Jones". The child's biological father was Mr. Lee from the club,
who said that "Jade" was his mother's name. The third child was named "Anna? Maria?" "Martinez? Jones,"
because her father was a Hispanic American. The eldest, Colt, was born in June, the second, Jade, in
late , and Maria in February. While the three children brought us immense joy, the daily
care exhausted Becky and Judy. Fortunately, Mr. William promoted me several times, making my
salary sufficient to support the whole family. My life was incredibly happy: a beautiful and somewhat promiscuous wife
, Becky; an equally fiery lover, Judy; and the father of two daughters and a boy!

When Becky was almost eight months pregnant with her fourth child, a phone call brought tragedy. That afternoon,
I was at my office when I received a call from Becky: "Babby, I'm at the hospital..."

"What's wrong? Is the baby premature or is something else wrong?" I interrupted Becky,
asking urgently.

"No, it's not me, it's Mr. William. He had a heart attack and is in the hospital. Please tell
Mr. William quickly, I'm going to take care of him now," Becky said, and hurriedly hung up.

I ran into Mr. William's office, and we sped to the hospital. Outside the emergency room, Becky
looked terrible. Her makeup was ruined by tears, and her hair was a mess.
Her nursing bra was gone; ever since our eldest son was born, due to continuous pregnancies and
breastfeeding, she had always worn that E-cup nursing bra. Sometimes I would joke with Becky that she
shouldn't throw away her old bras, because she could use them to hold basketballs when Colt grew up. Milk was seeping from her
nipples , soaking her shirt.

"Oh, Bobby," Becky cried, grabbing my arm as she saw me, "I...I...I..."

She fainted before she could finish. I carried her and laid her down on a row of seats.
When she woke up, she was still sobbing. Just as we were at a loss, a doctor came over and asked, "Are you Charles
Williams' family?"

“Yes, I am his son,” Mr. William replied.

I realized that the young male doctor’s gaze wasn’t on any of us, but fixed on
Becky ’s chest. This wasn’t surprising; almost every man reacted the same way when he saw Becky.

I coughed lightly, and the doctor snapped out of his reverie and asked, “Who was
with ?”

“It was me,” Becky sobbed.

“What were you doing? I mean, were you doing something strenuous?”

“Yes, he was having sex with me,” Becky’s voice rang out loudly in the quiet family waiting area.

“Uh… Madam, you mean having sex? I didn’t know, it’s unbelievable, I mean,
Mr. is 84 years old…” the young doctor muttered, flipping through the medical records.

Becky stood up as if provoked, waving her little fists at the doctor and shouting, "The 84
-year-old man you're talking about is the father of my three-year-old son! His penis is like a fleshy baseball bat, with no theory on hardness,
thickness, or length! He also has a gentle heart, and I won't allow you to belittle him in front of me!"

"Uh... I'm sorry, miss," the young doctor apologized awkwardly, "I didn't mean it that way,
it's just that statistically speaking, it seems difficult for 80-year-old men... Anyway, I'm sorry, miss.

" "Madam," I corrected him, "Mrs. Becky Jones, I'm his husband, Bobby Jones."

The young doctor's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He tried desperately to unravel the complex
relationship between us, but ultimately gave up.

"Mrs. Jones, can you tell me
if there were any warning signs or abnormalities during your... uh... that time? Any details would be helpful to our diagnosis," the doctor continued.

"Um...yes, poor old Mr. William, if anything was off, it was that
when he was fucking me and I was about to cum, I heard him shout 'God, I'm going to cum!' way louder
than usual," Becky recalled, biting her nails, completely unaware that
her voice was also quite loud...

"Oh, right!" Becky suddenly added, "He ejaculated
a lot more . And, when he was halfway through, instead of slapping my ass like usual,
he gripped my buttocks tightly. I didn't know, you know, I was kneeling in front of him like a puppy, unable to see his
face, and when he collapsed on top of me and pinned me to the bed, his penis was
still spraying semen...When I struggled to get up, covering my semen-filled cunt, I found his lips
were blue and he was unconscious, so I quickly dialed 911."

The waiting area for family members was silent until Mr. William coughed, drawing everyone's attention
back from the lewd scenes they had imagined. "Doctor, how is my father?"

"To be honest, not good. I'll let you know if there's any new information," the doctor said,
turning to leave before adding to Mr. William, "If what Mrs. Jones said is true, I'm
surprised your father has held on to this age..."

"Yes..." Mr. William murmured, "I feel the same way every time I have sex with her..."

I saw the young doctor's expression become even more confused by the complicated relationship between us. He
shrugged turned back to the emergency room.

Thirty minutes later, Judy arrived after settling her children in. A little while later, Mr. William
's mother, Christina, also arrived at the hospital, followed by Mr. William's wife, Mrs. Simpson, and his sister.
They all seemed to know about Becky's relationship with their husbands (and father), greeting her with a slightly cold but
not hostile or rude manner. An hour later, the young doctor returned to us and
said to Becky, "Mrs. Jones, Mr. William wants to see you and those with you." We were led
into . To my surprise, old Mr. William seemed to be in good spirits, but I quickly
realized it was just a final burst of energy before death. Mr. William and his sister stood at the head of the bed, with Becky
close to him. Old Mr. William tilted his head and saw her directly. His lips trembled as he
uttered a barely audible sentence that left everyone incredulous: "Slut, take off your shirt and let me see your tits!"...
Becky quickly unbuttoned two buttons, revealing her large breasts. Grabbing one of Old Mr. William's hands, she pressed it to her left breast,
near and cried, "Dear Old Mr. William, I love you, don't die, don't leave me,
please..." Old Mr. William didn't say a word. His eyes were closed, and his hand trembled as he squeezed Becky's breast,
saying, "So beautiful..." Milk gushed out like a fountain, flowing onto Becky's clothes and Old Mr. William
's hand. Then the hand fell limply to its side, accompanied by the beeping of the heart monitor. We were
pushed aside by the medical staff, who frantically bustled around the bedside. Just then, Becky's fingernails dug
into the flesh of my arm, and I heard her scream hysterically, "Ah~ God~ No! Bobby,
help me, I'm going into labor!!!"

Becky was quickly carried to the bed next to Mr. William's. Amid her screams of labor, William's family
members embraced each other and wept—one soul had returned to God's embrace, and another soul had been
given to us by God. As the baby's cries joined the William family's cries, I held Becky's hand, looked down at
her weeping face, and said, "A healthy, beautiful boy, Leroy Percival Jones, has just
been given ." Becky replied weakly, "Leroy Percival? Oh~ God, a black baby?
God… my children's skin is almost like a rainbow circus…" Exhausted, Becky closed
her eyes. The doctor gave her some medication and moved her to another room to rest. After being discharged with her children, Becky
remained depressed. I knew it wasn't postpartum depression, but rather the death of Mr. William that made her feel
she killed him through sex; she felt it was all her fault. The doctor didn't give her antidepressants, but instead advised
us to take her for walks outdoors. She had visibly lost weight, and the few bites she ate were only because Judy
had urged her to get enough nutrition for the children's milk. Judy cared for Becky and
the four . I could see she loved me, and she loved Becky and the children. I didn't know Becky loved Mr. William
so deeply, and that his death had dealt her such a heavy blow; but at the same time, I knew she loved me,
only she was a complete slut, one man's love couldn't fill her heart, just as one man's penis couldn't fill
her vaginal cavity. Judy and I hired someone else to help take care of Becky and the children at home, and Judy finally
had some rest again…

************************************************

When our fourth child, Leroy, turned one month old, Mr. William
came . We all sat down in the living room, and the lawyer said to Becky in a professional tone:
"Mrs. Jones, Charles? Mr. William is your… uh… close friend, and he has
included in his will. We are here today to handle this matter.

" "I don't want any will," Becky's eyes filled with tears again, "I just want him, I
just want him between my legs, wrapped around his waist, feeling his breath on my body,
feeling his big, hard cock inch by inch penetrating my cunt or asshole…"

I saw the lawyer's face turn bright red with a visible speed. He loosened his tie with one hand
, coughed, and mumbled, "Please accept my condolences." I saw Mr. William's eyes also redden.

"I understand your feelings of missing your friend, but the deceased is gone," the lawyer continued in a professional tone.
"I'm here to fulfill old Mr. William's last wish—he left you a considerable
sum of money," the lawyer said.

Becky covered her face with her hands and curled up on the sofa. "Don't talk to me about money, I don't want to hear it,
I don't want to hear it!"

I put my arm around Becky, and the lawyer, seeing that he couldn't communicate with her, turned to me. "In fact,
Mr. Jones, old Mr. William created a trust in his and your wife's names, and you are the
trustee . You need to manage this trust and be responsible for distributing the trust's income to... uh... your and your wife's
children—I believe your children's biological father is old Mr. William, right?"

"Actually, only my eldest son, Colt, has old Mr. William as his biological father; the biological fathers of the other three children
are different people ."

"That doesn't matter. In fact, old Mr. William's will stipulates that the trust's income will
be distributed equally to you, your wife, and your children."

I laughed. Old Mr. William loved Becky as much as Becky loved him, and he loved Becky's children as much as
Becky loved them. He knew his health condition, so he wrote this will and created this trust
—it was really just icing on the cake for me; even without his money, I could still raise
Becky .

"If it's convenient, please sign your name on this document," the lawyer handed
me a stack of documents and a pen. When I saw the number on the document, I was still shocked—seven million
dollars !

I was stunned by the number and mechanically signed my name. After the lawyer left, Mrs. William
unexpectedly told me that she wanted to see Becky and the children. We went together into
the huge nursery that had been built by combining two rooms in the house. Becky was breastfeeding the children, and Colt was sitting on the carpet, intently
watching a cartoon on TV.

"May I sit down?" Mrs. William asked.

Becky nodded silently, an awkward silence falling over the room. "I know you, Becky,"
Mrs. William spoke first, "I know you're my husband's mistress, or rather, one of his mistresses. And
you, Judy. Besides, I know about my husband's dealings at his club."

That was the first time I'd seen Mr. William standing awkwardly on the floor, his feet twitching, completely at a loss.

"But there are two reasons I haven't said anything," Mrs. William continued calmly, "
First , I know my husband is a stud; his penis is never idle. And
one woman alone can't satisfy him. Second, we lost a child three years before he met you, and I've also
lost my fertility. After he accepted you, I thought that since you could at least partially satisfy his sexual needs
and fulfill his desire to be a father, I'd rather he have a child with you—you
know how disappointed I was when I learned that none of your four children were his."

Becky looked up at Arthur. William, my boss; and my boss looked at his wife.
I saw deep love in both of their eyes. "So, if you're going to
continue living the way you are now," Mrs. William paused, "I truly wish you well, and hope you can have
a child with Arthur." Becky turned her head to the side with a pained expression, and after a long while, she whispered, "I'm sorry, I
can't do it, I'm really sorry, but I've had enough..." Tears also welled up in Judy's eyes, and I saw
her lips tremble as if she wanted to say something but didn't. "Judy~ Judy~ Judy," Becky
said, looking at Judy with tears streaming down her face, "I've been so selfish. I only thought of myself and
pushed the responsibility of taking care of this family and the children onto you. You're Arthur's M, you'd be willing to have a child for him, wouldn't you?"
Judy nodded, sobbing, and looked at me, saying, "Yes, yes, I'd love to, but I also have you, Bobby,
would you agree?" I quickly replied, "Actually, I like the idea." Mrs. William
stood up and said in a cheerful voice, "Okay, problem solved. Becky, I hope we can be
friends. I really love children, and I'd like to ask if you'll allow me to visit you and your children often."
"Anytime is welcome," Becky and Judy replied almost in unison, "Anytime is welcome." Looking at Judy,
whose , I went over and hugged her. How foolish of me! How could I have been so dense as to
not even consider that Judy also wanted a child of her own…

Five months later, Judy, like a lively and happy little bird, was growing larger and larger,
a young life thriving within her. We had decided to name the child
Robert Arthur Jones. As for Becky, her condition worried me even more. Although she took good care of the children,
she remained melancholy. I felt she was like a flower deprived of sunshine and rain, gradually
withering away. I made up my mind. Old Mr. William was gone, and it was time for everything to change!
On Friday night, when I pushed open the nursery door, Becky was sitting in a chair, lost in thought.

I hugged her, kissed her cheek, and said, "I love you, darling."

"I love you too," came the lifeless reply.

While she wasn't looking, I grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, handcuffing them together. She
yelled at me, "What are you doing, Bobby! Let me go! Let me go!"

A large jaw gagged her, silencing her. I left the nursery, called Mr. William
in, and the two of us carried the struggling Becky into the car and took her to the club.
Becky that I had to tie her legs as well. The children's fathers were already
waiting at the club: Lee, Martinez, and Percival. We stripped Becky naked, spread her legs out, and tied her to
a large bed, her wrists and ankles tightly bound.

When I removed the gag from her mouth, she screamed at me, "What are you doing! Bobby, let me go!
Let me go!"

I did something I'd never done before—I slapped her across the face. The sudden violence
stunned her.

"Becky, darling. You're a slut, a super slut with big breasts and a big ass who gives birth like a fucking hen laying eggs
," I said, staring into her eyes and enunciating each word clearly, "a slut deserves to be fucked, I..."
"They'll take turns fucking you, one after another, until you're moaning and screaming incessantly during orgasm, until you realize
what makes you happy!"

"No, Bobby, please! No! You don't understand, my lewdness killed someone, no—
it can't be like this!" Becky cried, shaking her head frantically as if on drugs.

Mr. William walked to her side, held her chin firmly, and turned her face
towards : "Everyone dies. You don't understand men, Becky. Is it to die silently in
a nursing home covered in bedsores, or to go to meet God with a magnificent cock inside the warm, tight cunt of your beloved woman,
ejaculating ? You gave my father, old Mr. William, the kind of death every man dreams of,
Becky. He left us sexually satisfied. If you don't believe me, go ask your husbands or the fathers of your children
!"

The successful male S easily accomplished what I hadn't been able to do for over five months. Becky calmed down,
looked up at the men in the room, and softly asked, "Really? You guys think so too...?"

"Absolutely!" Martinez replied.

"Or die of a stroke like old William, or die in a car chase with a beautiful woman in the car,"
Li thought for a moment and added, "Damn, old William's way of dying is more exciting."

"A battlefield amidst gunfire, winning ten million in Vegas roulette, or a stroke—a stroke isn't as
glamorous as the other two, but it's definitely the most exciting!" Percival commented.

I took off all my clothes, climbed onto the bed, and aimed my hard penis at Becky's vagina. I put my arm
under her back, wrapped it around her body, and cupped the back of her head on my shoulder with my other hand: "A stroke,
but only on you, Becky. I love you..."

Becky was in tears, whispering, "I love you too, Bobby. Don't die on me..."

Starting with me, the five of us men fucked her for two full rounds. I knew Becky
didn't , and neither did Martinez, who was second. But
when the fourth or fifth man (I guess it was Lee) was fucking her, she had let go of everything and was actively thrusting her ass forward, using her cunt to work on the men's
cocks. In fact, at the beginning of the second round, we untied the ropes binding her hands and feet. Becky
actively changed positions, using her mouth, cunt, and asshole to meet the men's insatiable demands for hard cocks. When we
all left the room, she had either been fucked unconscious or asleep.

In another room, we played pool, drank, played cards, and smoked. Although no one said it, everyone
was actually thinking about the mother of their children, Becky. After we had been killing time for about an hour, the door
opened, and Becky, wrapped in a bath towel, walked into the room with a flushed face and snuggled into my arms: "You
're the one who understands your slutty wife the most, aren't you?"

I smiled and stroked her hair, saying, "Of course~"

"Oh my god~ you're so good to me, Bobby," Becky straddled me, hugging and kissing me.
"If I don't use a condom later, maybe we'll have another child~"

"Is that so? Okay, let's guess who the lucky guy will be," I replied with a smile.

Becky stood up, tears welling in her eyes, smiling, looking at the other men in the room—her friends, her lover, and
the father of her children. She walked to the card table, and Percival helped her climb onto it. "I want another
child. Let's gamble again and see who wins this time, okay?"

All the men in the room clapped and laughed. Becky blew them kisses: "I love you all~"

"We love you too!"

"Come on, stop being so vain," Becky said with the most seductive and lewd smile I'd ever seen. "
Maybe I just like your big dicks—now, pull them all out, my
lovers, your super slutty and shameless Becky is back!"

[The End]

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