Mel, the Once and Future Slut Ch. 07

Like most days, Sunday was yet another sunny day with temperatures forecast for the mid 30's.

Because I'd been fretting the night before so hadn't got to sleep till late, which at least let me sleep in till 7:30.

By 8 we were having tea and toast, then at 8:30 I started to get ready at a leisurely pace - shower, enema (the imodium would work for another 24 hours so it was mostly for self confidence), hair, makeup, porno whore Mariemur Mirabella leather strappy full body harness style thing, stockings with a latex top that came all the way up to my crotch, and I picked out strappy heels to put on later. The body harness had cost a small fortune but it looks astonishingly slutty and I really wanted to please my Master and to feel sexy. This was only the third time I'd worn it.

Then I packed another set of lingerie, spare stockings and another set of heels in my gym bag. 9:45.

Dan had been wandering around the house like a lost ghost, unsure of where to haunt, clearly as nervous as I was but with nothing to distract him.

'Are you OK babe?' I asked him.

He gave me a sickly grin and nodded. 'You?'

'Nervous as fuck, but it'll be fine. I'll keep texting you.'

Given that I was dressing for other men to fuck I didn't ask him how I looked or anything like that but we chattered away till I heard a car on the gravel in the drive, then I slipped my heels on, put on a gloss PVC trench-coat, grabbed my bag, have Dan a kiss and went out of the door to get arse fucked by a bunch of strangers.

Masters place was a nice easy 20 minute drive so on the way he calmly talked me through what to expect. He was confident that each would arrive on time, probably to the minute, and expected them all to leave within the allotted 30 minutes. He had managed to find a 5th but it was a couple, not just a man. She apparently listed herself as straight on the dating site, so his guess was that she was a watcher.

He reminded me that Laura, my dating site alter-ego, had clearly stated a preference for anal, that she liked it a bit rough, liked to give pleasure while not being allowed to cum and that she liked there to be little or no preamble. To encourage the latter he said that we should leave the patio door wide open, that I should stand back in the room, then once I was sure it was a single guy and not a family of Jehovah's Witnesses, I could let them have an eyeful. He then told me that I should squat down, stick some fingers in my cunt and give them my fuckdoll look. He was confident it would get things started very quickly.

I was still nervous, but being told to expose myself in such an utterly debauched way, and to complete strangers as soon as I first met them, and to be told to then give them such a wanton invitation to stick their cock in my mouth was outrageously sexy and suddenly I was feeling quite eager.

We arrived at his house, a nice looking but fairly small place a bit out of town, set back from the road and totally screened by trees, and he pulled into the detached garage, picked up my bag and led me to the house, clicking the garage door closer as we went.

He unlocked and opened the patio door and led me in. The decor was simple but nice, the main feature being a large fabric corner sofa. The aircon was running so it was pleasantly cool.

Master pointed to a digital clock and an ornament. 'Cameras. I'll be in the next room, watching.' Then he pointed out a sideboard where there were condoms, tissues and lube. I'd forgotten lube. Dumb. The next time you're going off to be fucked in the arse by strangers, take lube.

Master looked at his phone. 'First one in 7 minutes.' I was super nervous again.

'Show me,' he said, and I untied the belt and opened my coat, flasher style.

'Whoa.... Fucking hell Melanie! You look incredible!' Music to my ears and my confidence rose a bit more and I got even hornier.

Stepping up to me he put his right hand on my shoulder and pushed several fingers of his left into my cunt. I spread my legs, put my head back a bit and did my ahegao face. I could hear his fingers squelching in me and he chuckled and fingered me harder, making my wetness trickle down my legs. So good!

And then all too soon there was the sound of a car engine and Master was walking to a side door with a big smile on his face and his fingers in his mouth.

My heart was suddenly hammering and I quickly pulled my coat closed, went to the patio door and opened it. A guy was getting out of a Ute - jeans, polished tan shoes, a nice shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Not bad looking, tall and strong build, good skin.

'G'day,' he said and I smiled, opened the door wide and went back in and moved back toward the sofa grabbing the lube and putting it under a cushion. This was it.

He followed me in, closing the door behind him. 'Laura?'

'Yes, but you can call me what you like.'

'For example?'

I opened the coat and let it slide off my shoulders and threw it over an armchair. 'Slut, cunt, whore....?' As instructed, I squatted, legs spread and my back to the sofa for a bit of support, stuck 3 fingers in my cunt with one hand, pinched a nipple with the other and gave him my best fuckdoll look.

He was naked in about 10 seconds and had his cock in my mouth 2 seconds after that. Average cock, a slightly overweight but quite muscular body, more hairy than I prefer, but that was OK. I got his whole cock in my mouth and fucked it with my face which got me moans and sighs of appreciation.

'You really are a slut, aren't you?'

'Ngh huh.' He was shuddering already so I leant back, wanking him, looked him in the eye. 'Fuck me. Use me.'

He fingered me quite brutally, mauled my tits, then saw the condoms, went to his jeans and got one of his own and started fumbling with the wrapper. I put my hand out and he passed it to me, then while I got it out I sucked his cock a bit more.

'Is it true that you prefer anal?'

'Yes,' I said as rolled the condom on. 'I love anal. Hard anal. So that I can't cum. If I don't cum I stay really horny all the time.'

'Awesome!' He pulled me up and pushed me onto the sofa on my knees.

I looked over my shoulder at him. 'Fuck it,' I asked. 'Fuck my arse.'

'Too fucking right!'

I squirted lube into my fingers, then still looking at him I pushed 2, 3, then 4 fingers into my asshole and lubed myself a bit, then ran my hand over his cock, held it and pulled him toward me.

I was really conscious that my Master was watching, and wanted to make him proud, so looking toward the nearest camera I made a point of clearly saying 'Hard. Do me really fucking hard.'

He didn't need telling twice. He pounded me as hard as he could, shifting position a bit now and then to allow different muscles to do some of the work. When he seemed to be getting close to cumming I got him to stop, flipped on my back, put my elbows behind my knees and got him back into me, but that 30 seconds calmed him a bit and he went back to hammering me.

Now that we were face to face I started to egg him on. 'That's it, fuck it, fuck my slut asshole. Pound it. Make me feel it for a week.'

He managed another 5 minutes or so then started to pant and groan so I got him to change position again, this time with me on my side facing away from him and my bum right in the edge of the sofa. Again he pounded me and by giving him these short breaks I got a good 20 minutes of hard anal out of him.

After that I let him pound his way towards cumming.

I was about to ask him to cum on my face, but, too late. A few last hard thrusts and he was cumming and shuddering and groaning.

As his orgasm subsided he rolled off me and lay sprawled and panting beside me on the sofa, so still conscious that I was putting on a show, I carefully removed the condom, sucked his cock clean, then pressed against him and meeting his gaze I sucked the cum from the condom and made a show of swallowing it ensuring that the nearby camera would see.

Looking duly impressed he grinned from ear to ear. 'Fuck Laura, you really do like anal, don't you.'

'Yes,' I smiled, 'and cum, and piss, and fisting.... lots of things.'

'I'll remember that for next time.'

'I hope so,' I said, 'but for now I better get changed into something more respectable.

His face dropped. 'Oh yes, you've got a thing, haven't you. I better go.' And now he couldn't get dressed fast enough and was still pulling a shoe on as he went through the door, grinning, thanking me, hoping to hear from me really soon etcetera.

The sound of the engine faded and Master reappeared, a broad smile on his face.

'That was neatly done. You were perfect.' As always, my Masters praise gave me a huge lift.

'What did you think? Not exactly inspirational, I would suggest.'

'No Master,' I agreed, 'Distinctly underwhelming, but not too bad.'

'OK, the next one isn't for 35 minutes.' He wandered away and returned moments later with two glass of sparkling water, handed me one, knelt by my knee, carefully placed his glass beside him then started fingering me. It took him about 5 minutes till he was fisting me, and then he edged me for the next 25 minutes or so.

By the time he stood up I was almost brain dead. But Master got me to drink more water, to sit up and take some deep breaths and to send Dan a quick text.

And then, at 11:30 on the dot, the next car arrived.

Not quite a rinse and repeat of the first guy, but not too different. He was shorter, heavier, a very average cock, hardly said a word, though he did manage to pull out and get me to kneel and open my mouth so he could wank into it. 2 minutes later he was gone, the whole thing having taken not much more than 15 minutes.

'Deary, deary me, a poor selection on my part,' my Master said, bringing me another glass of water. I sent Dan another text as he started fisting me again and as I lay back and let my brain dissolve.

The next guy was a bit different.

He was slim and very toned, quite hansom, but colder, harder faced and much more self controlled. Like the first guy, once I'd told him I really liked anal he pretty much ignored my cunt and fucked my arse, not as hard as the first guy but for much longer between pauses, much more deliberately, and my slutish encouragements had no other reward other than a slight smile.

After maybe 15 minutes he switched to throat fucking me, and just like arse fucking, he did it steadily and remorselessly, ignoring any indication I gave of discomfort or distress. He just kept fucking it, and that turned me on a lot. 10 minutes of that then he had me on my knees, arse up, face on the floor, his foot on the back of my head as he fucked my arse again the way they do in porn sometimes.

My asshole was pretty much fucked into submission now, really loose, and I was loving just being used with no consideration whatsoever given to me. Just holes.

He stopped, checked his phone, came back and pulled me up by my hair and then gave me a much harder face fucking. He just took two handfuls of hair and ragdolled my head. Skullfucked me. Thankfully it only took a few minutes and he pulled out, tore off his condom and sprayed my face. Gasping for breath I looked up and thanked him.

Calmly he wiped his cock dry on my hair then began to dress.

'What else do you do?'

No mind reading needed here. 'I drink piss, lick ass, crawl, beg, anything you want.'

Fully dressed now, he smiled slightly and nodded. 'That's right.' And he left.

When Master came in he raised his eyebrows? 'I'd like him to fuck me again Master. That felt like a test and I think he'll really push me, given half a chance.'

Number 3 had used up just over half an hour, so by the time I'd tidied myself up, scraping the cum off my face into my mouth with a finger, not really liking the taste but wanting to waste it either and then had tidied my hair and makeup I only got 15 minutes of fisting before the next one arrived.

The fourth one was a repeat of the second. It's not that it was bad exactly, it was just astonishingly average in every regard.

'That's another no,' said my Master. This time he brought fruit, cheese and crackers, then went and brought back 2 glasses of wine. Only 5 minutes of fisting this time.

Next and last was the couple. I liked them immediately.

As soon as they were in through the door she called me every filthy name under the sun. She was very small and slim, tiny even, with very short platinum hair, maybe mid 40's, and quite pretty in a pixy sort of way. He was very tall and slim and at least 10 years younger.

'What a fucking whore! Surely you don't want to fuck that?' She slapped me across the tit, hard, and spat in my face. I immediately got on my knees and told her thank you. She grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, spat on my face again and then started slapping my tits, first one and then the other, hard.

'Cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Cunt! After about ten cunt whacks for each breast she turned to her partner who was now nearly naked. 'Get over here Darren and lets skull fuck this cunt.'

Darren stepped up put his cock in front of my face. It was quite an unusual cock, like the rest of him it was very pale, almost marble white, and quite big, maybe looking bigger for the fact that he was completely hairless, but the standout things about it were how huge and red the head was, and the veins, which literally stood out every bit as much as Dan's had when I'd tied up his cock and balls. They looked ready to explode and were very blue against his pale skin. I took him in my mouth and he was right in the back of my throat before he was balls deep, and I could really feel this veins with my mouth and how very smooth the skin was. Then she held my head from behind and just smash-fucked my face onto his wonderful cock. I managed to endure this OK until she'd had enough of that, and then she moved to stand at my side and with one hand at the back and the other at my throat she strangled me as he face fucked me as deep as he could force himself. Finally, when she let go I was gasping for breath, my brain buzzing and my eyesight blurry, but I thanked them both again and earned myself more tit slaps.

Next she got me on my back on the sofa, so I spread wide as and she just rammed her first into my cunt. No fingering, no lube, just wrist deep in one go. Needless to say, I was completely lose from my Masters earlier fisting, but she hadn't known that.

'Look at this! It's like a fucking bucket!' And then she started punch fisting me, which wasn't at all bad given how loose I was, but then she started alternating between punching deep into my cunt and then slapping it really hard, and that hurt, albeit in a not entirely unwelcome way.

Between gasps I managed to thank her again and again. I saw her partner was watching me keenly, grinning from ear to ear, so I gave him my fuckdoll look.

Still grinned, he stepped up, got on his knees, and pushing his wife or partner or whatever out of the way he pushed his cock into my gaping cunt. He didn't have a condom on but I didn't care. Then he turned his body a bit toward his partner, leant away from her a bit, grabbed her hand and jammed it back in my cunt. Even she looked a bit shocked at that but she started wanking him inside me immediately, whilst with her other hand she reached for my throat and started choking me again.

I honestly can't say what I thought of this at the time, though afterwards I fucking loved it. She wanked him and choked me for what felt like ages, but then suddenly it stopped and I sort of came to myself, the room seeming to brighten, and found myself with my knees up by my ears and feeling him pushing into my asshole, but it wasn't that, and then after a minor bit of pain I realised that she had her first in my arse. She was tiny and had tiny hands, but this was an ambition fulfilled nonetheless.

'This fucking hole's been fucked already, hasn't it cunt?' All I could do was nod. 'How many?' She demanded.

'Four,' I managed to croak. The look on her face was strangely one of triumph and elation and she pumped her first in and out as hard as he arm could go.

'Come on Darren. Fuck it! Fuck this hole! Get your cock in!'

As she slid her hand out he shuffled forward again and slipped his cock in with no real resistance. Neither had used lube but I barely felt, so I tried to clench a bit around his cock. As he started to fuck me, she kneeled in close, resting her cheek on the back of my thigh to get a close-up view, her left hand clasping my right boob and clawing and gouging at it, and then she pushed her right hand back in my cunt. I thanked her but she ignored me.

'That's it, fuck it, fuck it,' she muttered, over and over.

And then, to my surprise, Darren pulled out, and then he pushed his cock into her mouth and she gobbled away at it with obvious relish and delight, and that surprised me far more.

After a few moments he pulled out of her mouth and fed himself back into my arse, he'd fuck me for a minute, then her mouth, back and forth, on and on and she was clearly loving it. It was simply wonderful and I slipped into a sort of mindless daze, watching them, and lost all sense of time.

And then he was moaning that he was going to cum, he pushed into her mouth, held the back of her head and made little hip thrusts into her face, and then with a sigh he sank back onto the floor. She then turned to me, grinning, then spat all his cum in my face. She watched me closely and I smiled, thanked her and licked at the sperm around my mouth. She just grinned back.

Turning away from me she gave Darren the hurry-up to get dressed so he could take her home. Something about her husband finishing work and her needing to be back before him. Darren just grinned at me. A good fuck leaves everyone grinning.

Then she saw my sports bag, the zip open and my spare lingerie and spare shoes visible and with a gleeful smile she moved it to the middle of the room then, facing me, she pulled up her dress (she wasn't wearing knickers), squatted and pissed in it, grinning at me the whole time.

Laughing and joking, they left. I was still sprawled on the sofa, just as I'd been a Darren fucked me and she fisted me.

Master walked back, picked up the piss filled bag of lingerie and put it upside down outside the door while I looked at the livid red welts on my right tit.

Master was standing, looking down at me, smiling. I smiled back, still dazed.

'Good?'

'V

Different, but very good' I agreed.

Master undid his pants and got his hard cock out, and some invisible force dragged me off the sofa, onto my knees and pushed my mouth into his cock.

A few minutes later I had my face in the rug as he crouched behind me and I got my sixth cock of the day in my ass. I couldn't have told you if it lasted 3 minutes or 30, but the next thing I knew a cock in front of my face was shooting cum onto it, then I was sitting on the sofa and Master was taking photos of me, then handing me my phone and telling me to text Dan. I don't know if he wanted me to send Dan the photos, but I did anyway and told him I'd be home soon.

The brain fog cleared and bit and my Master was showing me 2 memory cards which he put in the back of my phone case and told me to watch them with Dan. Then he got me up and standing in the middle of the room he stared to strip the harness off me. I didn't know why but I helped, then once it was off then the stockings, he retrieved my sports bag and handed me the piss soaked vintage style under-cup bra, then the matching girdle suspenders and then the stockings. Ah, I thought to myself, my Master is a wonderfully sick cunt.

Master helped me balance as I slipped my shoes on, then helped me with my coat and then brought the car to the door, gathered the rest of my things and loaded me in. I was OK, I just felt really disconnected. Once in the car, and maybe on autopilot, I looked at my phone.

'5 o'clock?' I managed. 'Is that right? I was thinking that we might be done by 4.' Poor Dan had been waiting 7 hours now.

'That couple fucked you for well over an hour Melanie. They bent a few of the rules, but you seemed to be having such a good time.' And indeed I had been.

'Yes, please let then have me again Master.'

'Any of the others?'

'The third one please Master.'

'Very good. I'll arrange more for next week, but we can discuss that tomorrow. I'll be at your place at 10.' That gave me a serious thrill. More next week. Fuck, I thought, I'm such a fucking whore. In one day I'd cuckolded my husband 6 times, and all anal. I couldn't wait to tell him. And on that thought we pulled into the driveway and I was home, what felt like a week since I'd left.

I gathered up my things and thanked my Master. 'You're welcome,' he said. 'You did supremely well today and I'm deeply proud of you. As a reward, have Dan fist you for an hour this evening.' I think I floated from the car to the door.

Dan was waiting at the door with a glass of wine in hand. I must have looked a sight - my coat open to show my slut lingerie, messed up hair and makeup and my face covered in drying cum.

I dropped my bag, shrugged off the coat and thought of kicking off the heels, but it wasn't fair to dress up for strangers and not do it for him, so I kept them on. 'Hi baby.'

Dan passed me the wine. 'Did it go OK?'

'Yes, sorry, I'm later than I'd expected. I fell over and landed right on my arse on some cocks.' Dan smiled. '6 of them Dan. Your tongues got some work to do.' His smile grew as I led him through to the lounge.