Wishing To Be A Slut PT. 13

Wishing To B A Slut Pt. 13

Wishing to be a Slut PT 13 sees a sissy boy exposed before the gang bang.

Chapter 1 (PT 01 to PT 03) details how she lost her virginity.

Chapter 2 (PT 04 and 05) describes her first venture into BDSM.

Chapter 3 (PT 06 to 09) details her first threesome experience.

Chapter 4 (PT 10) details the start of her romance with Paige.

Chapter 5 (PT 11) she is made a non consenting sub of a BDSM Mistress.

Chapter 6 (PT 12 to 15) describes her first Gang Bang and Bukkake.

Chapters can be read independently but there is a consistent theme if they are read consecutively.

Please feel free to comment, all suggestions are very welcome, I love to chat, swap ideas and be inspired. I dress and explore as often as possible and writing is a massive turn on for me, I hope my stories have the same effect x.

Rebecca didn't quite know how it happened but Paige had talked her into it, they were both going to attend the Stag Party gang bang bukkake - with limits.

They had invited Tom, The Organiser to their apartment to agree the Stag Party conditions for the girls and for him to bring the 50% advance deposit with him to prove that he was serious. He had arrived a little early, just as Rebecca was going to the coffee shop next door for her essential wake up dose of caffeine. He asked for an Americano and she let him in telling him she'd be back in ten minutes but that Paige would go through things with him in the meantime.

Carrying a tray full of three cups of hot coffee without spilling was a good test for her. It was going to be a warm day so she had dressed smartly today, a sheer white blouse showing her pale pink bra beneath. Its scalloped edges and spaghetti straps were clearly visible and intentionally provocative. Hidden was a matching pink thong invisible beneath the very tight pink lycra mini skirt she had chosen to wear.

The matching pink five inch stilettoes made her totter very carefully, almost forcing her to adopt short feminine steps that always drew the attention of almost every man within thirty yards. She loved their stares and enjoyed the power it gave her, she had great legs especially when they were bare like today, and she knew it. Opening the door she was surprised to hear Paige loudly scolding someone in the living room.

"You've always dreamed of this haven't you, you've lusted after sucking cock. I know what faggots like you enjoy, it's your dirty little secret isn't it, you slut. I bet when your girlfriend gives you head you imagine it's you licking the cock, dreaming of gagging as it fills your throat, I know you taste your own cum you dirty boy, you smear it around your lips while it's still fresh so you can lick yourself clean............. you cumlover."

Rebecca peeked through the doorway and saw The Organiser knelt between Paige's legs, the hem of her tiny black skirt was raised high around her waist and her smooth girlie clit poking from the side of her equally minuscule matching panties, her hands holding his head as she thrust powerfully into his mouth. He reacted to her jibes with just one consenting grunt after every rebuke, his mouth too full to speak.

Rebecca was shocked, this wasn't part of the plan at all. He didn't look up and continued to be busy concentrating earnestly on filling his wet mouth with her girlie cock. Paige saw Rebecca in the doorway and winked. Then grinning at her girlfriend she viciously dug her sharp stiletto heels into his back making him yelp while pushing her cock deeper into his throat. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were noticeably erect poking through her tight cotton crop top, she was certainly enjoying herself. Now with a wide smile, she asked Rebecca to delve into their 'toy box' and get the black strap on from their bedroom.

"On your knees now and bend over you slut, I'm going to fuck your virgin ass until you beg me to stop, but you won't will you sissy boy? No, you'll want me to keep pounding you until you are sore, you cock whore. I'm going to plough that hole of yours, give you what you want, you are going to get it rough faggot boy. Now strip for me."

In an instant he was stood before her, trousers and pants around his ankles, his puppy dog eyes pleading for her next instruction. Forcefully, she turned him around and pushed him to the floor, knees on the plush carpet, elbows on the sofa, his pink hole presented perfectly.

Paige removed her skirt and attached the dildo. Bending slightly she spat on his hole, three times but that was all, no lube for him she just spread her saliva around and very quickly the tip was in. He bucked and cried out, she held his hips as the second inch invaded him. Again he wailed, obviously in pain but she just held it inside him, tormenting him more and more with demeaning comments,

"You're not a man anymore just a faggot, a slut, a hole for real men to fuck, I know your type. You wear your girlfriend's underwear when she's not home, fuck yourself with a hairbrush or do you use her vibrator? You try to get it all in don't you, imagine it's you in the lacy lingerie getting ready for a date where you will be fucked, taken by some powerful hairy man, his big cock overpowering you, forcing you on your knees to suck his tool, cumming inside you, your virgin boy pussy being stretched by the big man breeding you."

All the time she was forcing inch after inch of dildo inside him until this time he moaned in pleasure as his muscles stopped resisting and welcomed the intruder. With her pace accelerating he understood perfectly why girls just loved to be fucked. He now knew why they were obsessed with making themselves pretty, sexy, and seductive so that they could attract a man who would spread their legs and fill them with a rampant cock. He now understood that taking a cock would make them feel so wonderful and fulfilled, so full, so much more overwhelming than a man's normal penis orgasm.

He was in ecstasy now pushing back for more, the dildo hitting his spot over and over. In only a few minutes it was all a blur, he trembled, eyes rolled as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through his body and his own flaccid cock began to leak the clear fluid of his orgasm. He shuddered, begging for more, faster and deeper until finally he collapsed on the sofa, totally exhausted.

Paige reached for her phone and took a few pictures before she calmly pulled the strap on from his bum hole, unclipped it and reached for her coffee. She pointed to the pool of cum on the carpet and then at the bathroom and he shuffled off to clean up, cum scooped in his palm, clothes in his arms he took very small and tentative steps while furtively licking his fingers as he went.

Rebecca looked quizzically at her girlfriend.

"We were just talking, waiting for you when I picked up on a vibe from him. I've seen it before, he's a sissy boy but has never done anything about it. He'd never allow himself to be fucked by a guy, he's too straight for that, but to be fucked by a girl, well that's different. So I fucked him so that we have the pictures, just some extra insurance for the Stag Party.......................... you'll see."

Rebecca backtracked through the events of the last few days since The Organiser called, it had been crazy.

She had been mistakenly identified as a prostitute (Wishing to be a Slut Pt 5) then

offered cash to service eight guys in an orgy or gang bang type session (Wishing to be a Slut Pt 12) which she almost refused immediately.

Then her live in girlfriend had persuaded her to reconsider, not for the cash but for the opportunity to experience what it would be like to be the centre of attention for eight guys in a four hour marathon sex session, surely, as Paige described, 'Slut Heaven'!

The fantasy side of the offer grew in its appeal and following both girls giving reciprocal facials Rebecca's interest was growing quickly but the practicalities frightened her. Eight strange and very horny men in a private room with a pretty, willing and feminine girl, not just an ordinary girl but a girl with a dick, this could be dangerous. She could be abused, tortured, drugged, barebacked, physically injured, any or all of them! And then the number of cocks! Eight was great in fantasy but practically just too many and she would probably have to cross the line from it being a fun evening where her inner slut was set free to perform enthusiastically to it being a chore, a job, an effort, which was certainly not what her journey was about.

As usual, the more worldly Paige had the answer.

They would go as a pair. Together, four cocks each was more a slutty challenge between them than a chore and to make sure that they were safe they would have an insurance system and a bodyguard. Rebecca was beginning to become 'all squirmy' at the thought of being just a sex toy to these random guys, she knew it was so wrong but her slutty submissive side just wouldn't say no. Being paid for sex with no choice who was going to fuck you was so wrong, but being powerless and subject to the desires of eight men was so exciting, too exciting to resist.

After a few hours of debating, Rebecca surrendered and agreed, calling The Organiser to confirm the price and set up this morning's meeting.

Now he was sat in front of them, uncomfortably perched on one bum cheek following the dildo fucking he had just received and ready to discuss the details.

They all sipped their drinks. No one complained that the coffee was a little cold now as they all replayed what had just happened. Paige then broke the silence and changed the subject becoming very business like and went through the terms of their attendance at the Stag Party.

"OK, 50% in cash, that is here now, thank you, the other half on our arrival. This can be a very dangerous situation for two girls so we need to make sure we will be safe. We will have an assistant with us who will be outside but enter the room periodically to check that we are comfortable and not being threatened in any way. Our assistant will have agreed to full confidentiality, you should not be concerned.

Please let your guys know that we really love sex but only consensual sex. We enjoy being disrespected in the moment, she stressed again, 'in the moment', but not generally so we need to be sure you are all decent people, you must stress that to your friends as well. We will not fuck anyone with our cocks, that's something special for us, we only ever fuck each other. Condoms must always be worn to fuck us, but not for oral, we both just love the taste too much don't we Rebecca?"

Rebecca nodded submissively, unconsciously fluttering her long eyelashes as Paige continued.

"We will arrive at 10 pm and stay for four hours and there will be eight of you. No violence, no threats, no aggressive behaviour and no drunks. You must control your group and just to make sure that you take us seriously, if you don't, everyone you know on social media will receive the pictures I've just taken of my strap-on balls deep in your sissy ass. I hope that's all clear and acceptable?"

He looked around the room struggling to concentrate. He sipped his coffee avoiding any eye contact, hugely embarrassed that his secret was out and that he'd been fucked again. It wasn't his first time. A ladyboy in Bangkok had taken his virginity last year with a real cock, but much smaller than this dildo and he had yearned for months now for another fucking. It was just as good as he remembered and he was fulfilled.

He had loved being pegged, if only his girlfriend would offer to finger him, to fuck him. Yes, he'd love her to violate him, make him her fucktoy, train him to take bigger and bigger dildos. Dress him up in her panties and treat him like her bitch. Maybe cage his cock, maybe take a lover and make him get the lover's cock ready for her pussy, then make him lick her clean after the lover had filled her with his juice. Oh yes, that was his dream but his girlfriend wouldn't do it, he'd be too afraid to even ask. And she could never cum in his mouth like a trans girl. Why had this girl who had just violated his hole not cum in his mouth? How badly did he want that, to taste another cocks juice, to swirl it around his mouth and swallow it like a whore, maybe he could ask, or would he have a better chance if he begged? He had her phone number now, maybe next week after he had been paid.

He regained his composure.

"Yes, that's exactly what we agreed, but there will be eight of us and The Groom, we want you to do something special for him, a bit of a show if that's ok."

The Organiser described the group's recent history which revolved around a 'rugby' tour to Thailand. He explained that when not playing rugby most of their leisure time had been spent in ladyboy bars and their sexual activity had progressed from there. By the end of the tour, all the guys on the stag night had admitted to various liaisons with the ladyboys, especially The Groom. Ironically they had also congratulated themselves on still being 'straight', totally 'macho' and of course being desperate to shag their gagging girlfriends and wives as soon as they were home.

Paige looked at Rebecca knowingly, after all, aren't all their boyfriends 'straight guys'? They smirked but now began to understand the theme of the party night. They wanted the girls to entertain them, a reminder of their clandestine Bangkok nights, an evening where they could fully enjoy a girl with something extra.

He then detailed what he was thinking of and the girls agreed, adding a few touches of their own that he found positive. He got up to leave, still in the belief that they were 'working girls'. Paige gave him a hug and kissed his forehead,

"You'll all have a great time on Saturday, don't be concerned, we enjoy our work. And well done for taking all of that monster today, lots of straight guys have that fantasy so don't worry, your secret is safe with us providing you can be a good boy and control your gang."

She patted him on the bum and showed him the door,

"See you on Saturday, make sure your guy's balls are all very full for us," Paige winked at Rebecca.

"My pretty girlfriend here can swallow cum faster than she can down a glass of Pinot and she loves the taste even more. I hope your boys will have enough to drown us, we don't just want a money shot, we need you to be machine guns."

Rebecca took a deep breath, this was all so wrong, so dangerous, so blatantly cheap and dirty but the thought of being used with no passion or tenderness thrilled her immensely and she could feel the first little dribble from her girlie cock seeping into her pink lace panties, she was excited.

And then it hit her. She knew the feeling too well, the slutty trance-like state of mind where the rest of the world was somehow put on hold and the only thing that mattered was to be as whoreish as humanly possible, to degrade herself, to be a willing fuck toy, a grateful cum dump, a total slut.

She could hear herself gagging as she greedily tried to gobble two dicks at once. She could now clearly visualise the parade of cocks, all hard for her, jostling for position in front of her pretty face. Hearing the groans of the first guy getting ready to shoot, kneeling and staring intently at the purple head desperate to see the first explosion from its eye and despite knowing what would happen, the involuntary flinch as the first hot stream collided with her cheek. Then the next cock, she reaches out and massages the foreskin in time with its owner, holding onto it in an effort to direct the eruption towards her ruby red lipsticked mouth. Then the third cock, she is now hungry for more so the slut encourages him,

"Shoot it on my face big boy, don't miss, I want to be drowned, give me it, empty those balls on me, I love it."

Her imagination allowed her to take the cum from all eight cocks in turn then she pictured herself grinning. One eye almost stuck closed as the spunk dried like crusty glue looking so pale against her matt black YSL eyeliner. Her previously perfect chestnut hair was now unkempt and spikey like in the film 'Something about Mary', and the streams of cum dripping ever so slowly from her chin onto her cleavage, her tongue stretching and fighting to collect all she could, she needed to taste it, it was her compulsive addiction, her addiction to being a total slut.

Paige closed the door, squealing delightedly and waking Rebecca from her slut trance as she started to count the cash,

"Come on girl get yourself ready, we've a show to put on so we need to go shopping, we're going to need something extra slutty!"