Savannah's Next Chapter Pt. 01

Hi Everyone! It's me, Savannah!

Wow, 3 years transpired from my last erotic adventure (previously shared in Savannah's BIG Adventure) until this story. It seems like ages as so much has changed. Here's a quick refresher on my past.

Within a year of finishing college and marrying, I had an affair with my husband John's boss. It was not something planned or even sought, it was actually just strange. I ended up having 3 sessions with him where he fully used me as he pleased, shamelessly with my consent. The first was in front of my husband. Yes, him and 2 work colleagues. His boss, Eric, took advantage of a situation and I complied with his sexual desires to get us out of a jam. It probably was wrong but at the instance seemed like our only option. John had to watch as his boss used me.

But I didn't stop there. He came to me twice more and had his way, this time I was a more than willing participant, not even understanding my own actions. I never told John and he was never the wiser. I landed a job which allowed John to do a job search of his own. Within 2 months, he had found another job and we moved from Pittsburgh to New York City. He had been humiliated by his boss and staying was never an option. Luckily my further transgressions were never discovered, and we were able to start anew in NYC.

The most troubling thing to me wasn't that I cheated on my husband and allowed a man to literally use me sexually, but rather the fact that I enjoyed it. Being the subject of his sexual desires and bringing him to orgasm as he probed and ravaged me, was so sexually stimulating I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had surfaced my slutty ways from my college days, but in a new, ever more daring manner, and it felt good.

Nevertheless, I knew it was wrong and was hurtful, to say the least, to John. I had to revert to being the faithful wife and enjoy the sexuality John and I shared.

And it was great... for almost 3 years.

I am a 5' 9", busty (35C cup) woman with a trim but shapely figure. I have light brown hair I dye to a golden blonde. I've let my very thick hair grow out to below my shoulders. I pull it back and allow sloppy curls to frame my face most of the time. I pull it back into a messy bun or have a more manicured look, depending on my mood. I know I'm attractive and work to stay that way. But it's NYC, a LOT of women are rather attractive with amazing bodies. I wouldn't say I stand out, but I don't get past many horny men's eyes when I dress like I want to be noticed.

So that's my run down.

We have a small apartment on the upper west side and John works for a Private Equity firm near Wall Street. Being junior staff, he works ungodly hours. I landed a nice job at an advertising firm near Canal street. We could subway together most mornings but rarely met up after work due to the crazy end times. Being in a creative industry, I also worked nutty hours, but we're young, and making our way.

After almost 2 years, a downturn in the business led to my layoff. It was on good terms and the firm even hired me back as a free-lancer to do projects on a contract basis. They also recommended me to other firms, and I was able to make a go in the 'gig' economy. It was great when I'd finish as assignment and get a nice check, but they were a bit too infrequent. However, John was doing well making loads of money for the fat cats at his firm, and hoping he could see returns like theirs someday.

Working from home is great and doing project work allowed me to set my hours, to a large extent. I started working mostly in the afternoons and evening/nights, as John was rarely home before 8 or 9. So during the day I would work out and do whatever. It worked well, except... the sex was limited. I started to get the itch. The slut itch, that is.

Lucky for me, but maybe not for John, I met a friend that changed everything. There was a social event with John's workplace, and we went to mingle with the rich. While there, I met a trophy wife about 5 years older than me, early 30's, named Carissa. We hit it off big time, and had a wonderful evening talking, laughing, and just enjoying each other's company. While she was operating at a different financial class than us, she was not far removed from our current situation, and we related well. Though she lived on the upper east side, we were just a central park away from each other and decided to meet in the future for coffee.

We did and our friendship evolved rapidly. We had much more in common than not and it was great to have a new friend. She invited me to her club for workouts and classes and within a month we moved to another level of friendship, sharing more intimate feelings and background.

It was one evening, over glasses of wine, when John was at work and her husband in Colorado or somewhere, we moved to true confession time. We had talked about sex but this time Carissa pushed it, asking about my fidelity and how sexually adventurous I had been. I readily talked about my college slutty days, but wasn't sure about what I should say of the John's boss episode. I finally said I had made a mistake behind John's back but it was in the past, John didn't know, and what's done is done.

I then pushed Carissa, this wasn't a one-way street. She readily told me she was a closet slut and participated in planned sexual encounters to satisfy her desires. She said it was all anonymous, discreet and confidential, and it has worked well for over 2 years.

Wow, OK, that was interesting. I wanted to ask more but didn't want to dig too deep or sound too anxious.

'So do you think that's disgusting? Did I tap my status down a few notches?' Carissa asked.

'Oh gosh no. I mean I'm surprised, I'm curious, but hey, I don't judge. Lord knows I've done my share of socially unacceptable behavior. You're good by me. Heck, maybe I envy you a bit.'

'Really? Envy? So you have a slut gene too?' Carissa laughed.

I hesitated. She silently watched me.

'Yes, I do. I guess it was my secret until now, but I've been so horny lately I can't stand it. But I'm not horny for my husband, I want more. I fantasize about that previous transgression I had and I, well you know. It's a bit frustrating at times, knowing it's wrong and I can't... ' I trailed off.

'Why not? What if you could, like me?'

'I don't know, I'd be interested. Heck I'm getting aroused now.' I giggled.

'Ok, so how sexually liberated are you? Are you a true slut and are you fully... adventurous?'

'I think I'm adventurous. The threesome I've done were way intense. I been used like a cum slut and didn't resist or have any reservations. I still think about it.'

'Threesome? You didn't mention that.'

'I didn't think it was relevant.' I smiled.

'So what's your pleasure? Tell me. Anals, facials, throat fucks, titty fucks, bondage, come on, spill... how do you like it?'

'Whoa, well you're getting graphic. I mean... well... yea I did anal and facials with the men and anything they told me to do, or I just took what they did without resistance. A lot of times I was their whore, and they treated me like one.'

'OK, so what if I told you that's what I do in my, let's call it, my side hustle. I am set up with anonymous men, sometimes more than one, and pleasure them. I get paid handsomely but that's beside the point. I don't need money, but it isn't bad to have cash on hand for whatever, whenever.'

'You're a hooker?'

'Technically, yes. But there are lots of women that have sex for money and it's done a lot of ways. I consider this at the very high end. It's like this, very rich men want young women that look like us and are willing to do basically anything. I want to have men use me, to be their whore. All of us need the utmost discretion, everything anonymous, nobody finds out. For that, a madame arranges and assures everyone gets what they want. The men pay, the girls get paid, the madame gets rich. Simple.'

'Wow. OK, that's a lot to digest. How can you get away, I mean how often and, oh geez, I have so many questions.'

'It's about once or twice a month and my husband is away so much it's never an issue. But look, it's a lot to digest. If you're interested, I'd hook you up with Sasha, the madame, to discuss. But think about it, this isn't for the weak of heart. This is intense sex. Most women would be repulsed; you have to be a true slut... like me.' and Carrisa smiled.

I certainly did think about it for a few days. I could think of nothing else. In a way I was full in, ready to go. In another way I was scared to even have a discussion and what it could lead to. I went back and forth, over and over. I finally concluded that if I wanted random hard core sex, this was the path. It was discrete, anonymous, and it even would pay me some money. I've always wanted a pair of Louboutins!

I texted Carissa and left a short message,

Me: I'd like to talk to Sasha.

Carissa: You got it (heart emoji)

It was a Tuesday, and I had just finished working out when I got a call.

'Hello, is this Savannah?'

"Yes, who is this?'

'I'm an acquaintance of your friend Carrissa. I understand you would like to meet me.'

'Oh, yes, I was expecting your call.'

The rest of the conversation was minimal. I was to come to a hotel on Thursday at 2PM to meet. That was it, no further discussion.

I prepared myself for the meeting but wasn't sure what to expect. I wore a sexy bra and panty set and stepped into a red knit sleeveless dress with a prominent zipper in the back and a mid-thigh hem. I put on 4-inch red heels and wore my hair down, parted my hair down the middle and let it flow down. I went to meet her.

I was instructed to go to the business meeting area and locate the room for Suntone Inc. I had no idea what that was and it turned out to be a cover name anyway. I was 10 minutes early and found the room. The door was closed I knocked, turned the knob, and walked in.

Sasha was already there. She had nothing with her, no pad or notes, nothing. She looked to be in her 50's and had that eastern European vibe. I had detected an accent on the phone and in person I became certain she was from Russia. We exchanged pleasantries.

'Please have a seat.'

I did.

'What do you know about this meeting? What did Carissa say?'

'Not a lot. We were talking about sexual encounters, and I shared some of my experience and desires, in a graphic manner, and she said if that was what I was into, I should talk to you.'

I didn't want to get Carissa in trouble, so I was vague.

'I really have a lot of questions and hope to learn a lot more today.' I continued.

'This is an interview. I ask the questions today. I decide if there is information to share and if so, it will be next meeting. Today I find out about you.'

'OK, um, well I'm...'

Sasha cut me off.

'Be quiet. Did I ask you a question?'

Wow, OK, that was abrupt.

'Are you a good whore?'

'I believe I am; I've had numerous sexual experiences that would... qualify me, I suppose.'

'A good whore is submissive. You talk when I let you talk. You do what I tell you to do. Are you that whore?'

'Yes, I can be.' I didn't say anything more, I started thinking this was a bit of a test.

She stared at me.

'You are pretty. Stand up and move over to this side of table.'

I went over and stood before her.

'Take off dress.'

I reach behind and unzipped myself, pulled my dress down and steeped out. I held my arm at my sides as Sasha looked me over.

'Take off bra and pull down panties.'

I undid my bra and let it slide off, holding it in my hand. Then I pulled my panties down mid-thigh.

'OK, you can dress and sit.'

I took a minute to get situated back in my clothes and moved back to my chair, saying nothing.

'You have nice body, long. Nice boobs, you could be popular.'

'Thank you.'

You have to shave pussy, must have smooth pussy, no hair. Maybe get wax.'

'Oh, OK.'

'So you like to suck penis, with many men?'

'I do like to pleasure men, blowjobs or other ways.'

'You take in butt? You do many men same time?'

'I have done anal and yes, I have experience with multiple men, double penetrations... ' I let the words fall off.

'Take spunk in face?'

'Um, yes, many men have done that.'

'You sound like good whore; you think you are a good whore?'

'I am a whore, I...' I again let the words trail off; I didn't want to ask a question or irritate her.

'You what?'

'Um, nothing, I just want to answer your questions.'

Sasha handed me a USB drive.

'This has videos. Not of clients or our girls. This is porn, 8 different. You watch these and imagine you are girl in video. If you can do 5 or more, you contact me and tell me you are ready. Then we meet and you get more information, ask questions. Otherwise send text you had good interview but no longer interested.'

'OK.'

'You leave now.'

I went back to our apartment anxious to see the videos. I was getting horny just thinking about what would be in 8 vids.

I opened the drive and there were the 8 labeled as follows:

1. Heavy bondage

2. Light bondage

3. MMMF

4. Bukkake

5. Gang Bang

6. FF

7. Rough sex

8. Dominatrix

Oh boy, I started to get nervous. There were some I wasn't keen on already and I could only drop 3. Hmm.

I started with the ones I was pretty certain were a problem.

Heavy bondage was as it sounds. The woman was tied up in heavy rope, with her boobs squeezed and nipple clamps. She was pulled up and suspended and a man shoved his cock down her throat. I was out before I hit the 3rd minute mark. Scratch number 1.

FF was as I expected, lesbian sex. I have never been with a woman, but it didn't offend me. It also didn't turn me on. I had no idea what having sex with a strange woman would be like, what they would expect. It wasn't for me, but I mentally labeled it as a question mark.

I watched Dominatrix and was out after a few minutes. I wanted to be used; I didn't want to be whipping a pencil dick wimp.

So after my 3 questionable sex possibilities, I probably had no options but to accept the rest or figure it wasn't for me.

I saved Light bondage for last but watched the rest in order, MMMF, Bukkake, and Gang Bang were up my alley. I could see myself in those scenes. Oh my, if only my future partners had cocks like those! Wow!

I watched Rough Sex thinking it could be a deal breaker, but it wasn't. A guy manhandled a woman, slapping her on the ass as he fucked her from behind, slapping her face with his cock, shoving his cock down her throat unmercifully, making her choke, holding her arms back while he pounded her ass. Sure, it wasn't my idea of a desired session but I could take it, so that was a relief.

Light bondage was similar. Handcuffs, blindfold, gag ball and men having their way with a helpless woman. That was OK too.

So I had 5 for certain. The next day I texted Sasha and requested a second meeting.

Our second meeting started with a discussion of the videos. Sasha noted the 3 I rejected and didn't seem annoyed. Then she turned it over to me for questions.

I asked away and got everything answered. The details will become apparent as I describe the encounters in future chapters. Satisfied, I had no more questions and Sasha took control.

'So you did not ask about money. Does that not interest you?'

'Oh, well I expected you would advise how that works. I know Carissa is satisfied with the arrangement, so I am certain I will be as well.'

'You trust me already.' Saha smiled. 'Very good.' It was the first I had seen her smile.

Sasha continued, 'Next steps. You look good and sound like you are a willing girl but I need to see action. That is the way you get work. First you put to test, then you work for me. You understand.'

'I guess so, but how do I get put to the test?'

'I hire men to do to you what you see in video. I watch; we take pictures for website. If you OK at end, if you do good, you get to work.'

'Pictures? Website? Wait a minute, what is that about?'

'I have very secure website for client only. They see pictures to select date.'

'You are certain it can't be seen by others?'

'Very certain, would be big problem for me if happens, bigger than it is for you, you no worry.'

'OK, so who are the men that test me?'

'That not your worry. I get them, they do what they want like video, you show me how you can handle. Oh, they will be very well equipped so I know you can take extra-large cock.'

This was getting interesting. 'OK, sounds like a plan.'

'You have shaved pussy, yes?'

'Umm, yea, of course.' I lied.

For the most part the meeting was over. I would be contacted and a time arranged. A car would pick me up and I would be taken to the fuck-o-rama. They would supply the attire, including providing an assistant to prepare me. All I had to do was wait for it to happen (and wax my pussy).

That day I went in for a waxing and it was about the most painful experience of my life, at least self-inflicted. Holy shit, I'll need to keep those pubes seriously shaved now, I'm not going through that again.

I was still tender in the area 2 days later when Sasha texted. I was to be ready for pick-up at 1PM the next day. I knew to assume 5 hours for the session, so the timing was great. I hardly slept that night in anticipation. Luckily John worked late, was tired, and non-communicative. Fine by me.

I showered and blew out my hair in the morning. I pulled it back but had loose curls framing my face. I put on a stretchy top with no bra and jeans with a thong beneath and heeled sandals. I put on modest make-up and at 12:45, headed to the pickup point.

The car arrived and I got in the back. After assuring we were the right connection, there was no further talk. We headed across Central Park to the Upper East side. I was directed by the driver to enter a building and head to the third floor and enter door numbered 2.

It was a bit disconcerting. The building wasn't residential as it had a business front on the street, but the upper floors looked like they could be an office or a residence. Regardless, door 2 was easy to find and I entered.

Sasha was present and greeted me and introduced me to Bebe, my 'preparer'. I looked around, it was an open room with some mirrors and dressing area, but in the open. A bed was prominent as were lights and backdrops for filming or taking pictures. There were 5 men sitting or fooling with equipment. I figured they were my dates but maybe one was the photographer. Bebe took me to a mirror where there was a bench and a rack of attire.

'OK, girl, let's get your clothes off and I'll pick out the outfit.'

It was no time to be shy. I sat on the bench, took off my sandals, then my top. I stood up and removed my jeans and thong, I was full nude and about everyone was watching. It was a tad cool, and my nipples started to harden. I felt a bit self-conscious, but figured maybe this was part of my test, so I tried to act like I did it all the time. I winked over at the guys.

Bebe picked out a garter set, a matching 1/4 cup bra, stockings and heels. I put it all on with her assistance. She sat me down and did a bit more makeup to darken my eyes and give my face more color. All in all, it was 15 minutes or so and she declared to Sasha I was ready.

Sasha told me to come over and introduced me to the photographer, Serge. Serge positioned me in front of a backdrop, set the lighting, then started snapping shots. He had me pose and play to the camera. I had done some modeling in college and wasn't a novice, but I certainly wasn't a pro, so he took a lot of pictures. He had me remove my bra and playfully expose my breasts. Then bent me over for some crotch and ass shots.

It was time for the boys.

Sasha had the guys remove their shirts but leave on their pants. They took some glamour shots with the guys feeling me and me putting my hands on their crotch, always looking at the camera. Pretty quickly it was show time.

Sasha told the boys to get to work. They were quite a nice bunch, young and sexy. One guy was black and cut, the other white dudes, actually all 3, had serious abs. If their cocks were as large as I thought I felt, they could have passed for porno stars. I was soooo ready.

The guys needed stimulation and started by feeling and probing my body and openings. Hands on my breasts, ass, thighs, inside my already wet pussy and then a thumb in my ass. I gasped but continued to encourage and stroke my men.

'OK, on your knees now.' Sasha commanded. I was relatively certain that was meant for me.

There was no more playing to the camera, but I could hear the clicking of picture taking. I unzipped one guy while the others took care of themselves. I pulled out a massive cock and involuntarily smiled ear to ear. Later, when I saw the picture, I confirmed I was quite wide-eyed as well. I had the mostly erect member in my mouth in a flash. The other two men flanked me so I could grab each cock and stroke while I feasted.

The cock in my mouth was really large. John's boss had a huge cock and I had given him blowjobs. He used my mouth like a pussy and I was able to swallow him, so I set my sights on doing the same with this python. I worked him into the back of my mouth to my throat entrance and pushed into my throat. I gagged a bit and pulled back.

'Pull him out some and look up at him with his cock in your mouth.' The photographer commanded.

I had forgotten about the pictures but did what he said. I had his bulbous head in my mouth, and I stared up at him with my best dreamy eyes. I still had a cock in each hand. Click, click, click.

'OK, now suck him in.'

Yes, Sir! That was my plan.

I pushed my head into his shaft and he entered my throat. I had to stop and he made no effort to force anything. I went a couple rounds but wasn't loose enough to take him all the way.

'Suck another guy.' The photographer said.

I moved over to my left hand and swapped my hand with my mouth and grabbed the guy I had been sucking. This time I went right for the deep throat but again was too uncomfortable for the size of his member. My eyes were watering, and I was getting a bit sloppy with saliva and spit. He worked himself in and out of my throat and pushed in but again, not enough.

'OK, suck the black guy.'

I moved to my right hand and took in the black snake. He was as long as the others, maybe longer, but not quite as thick. My mouth didn't fill as he was pushing to my throat. I closed my eyes, and my throat loosened as he slid into bliss. There I was with my nose on his belly and his hand on the back of my head. Mission accomplished. Click, click, click.

I admit, I was in sexual nirvana at that moment. I love sucking cock, I love the taste, I could go on but suffice to say, I was in my element and in near ecstasy. I pulled my partner back into my mouth and looked up at my black man-god. My eyes must have told how charged I was. A long black rod in my mouth and two thick nine-inchers in each hand. I could have stayed there forever.

'Get her in the bed.' Sasha interrupted my fun.

The next half hour to forty-five minutes I was used as the boys desired and pushed to my very limits. I had never had my openings stretched and pounded relentlessly, and it was all I could do to not scream. I knew I was still auditioning so I suppressed any discomfort as best I could, but primal reactions are not controllable.

I started by mounting a partner lying in the bed, straddling him and pulling his shaft into my drenched pussy. I started riding and allowing my weight to force him into me. It was moments, however, before I was distracted by my ass being separated, lubed, and that long black cock entering me. He pushed well into me as I closed my eyes to take it. I felt a cock on my lips, opened my eyes and mouth and had a rock-hard cock shoved deep into my mouth. The boys below and behind started a rhythm and I glided into it but my blowjob buddy was in full control of my mouth and throat. He held my head and pushed into my slobbering mouth and held me as he thrust in and out of my throat.

I have no idea where my hands were, I was just being used and the object of their sexual gratification. Nonetheless, I orgasmed massively, spewing muffled sounds, squirting fluids and shaking in delight. I don't know how long it lasted, but being split-roasted by those studs with hard abs in my nose, was something I did not want to stop. Lucky for me, it didn't.

The boys took turns in every hole and every position. Flipping me over, the pussy fucker pushed into my ass and my blowjob mate came around to fuck me. Black dude stood up, his cock glistening from the anal lube, and rammed himself into my awaiting mouth.

More positions swaps occurred. Doggy style then on my side. One guy got on his knees, lifted me on to his cock, and another sandwiched me and fucked my ass. It was so erotic, I must have climaxed a half dozen times.

When the boys were ready, they pushed me to the floor and stood up stroking their members. I kneeled, leaned my head back, opened my mouth and took their spunk, stream after stream, as they jerked on my face and in my mouth. I sucked each cock clean after their deposit and eagerly moved to get my next load. I was in full slut mode, and it was better than I could imagine.

When the boys were finished, they literally just walked off and I sat there on the floor. Bebe came over to me with a towel. I was a mess, drenched with a cum covered face dripping on to my chest. I was still juicy on my front from the sucking as well. I stood up and started wiping my face.

'Come on over and we'll clean you up and refresh your make-up. This next guy wants you just as pretty.'

Next guy? Whoa, I'm not done? I guess Sasha meant it, I was going to get used like ALL of the videos. This could take a while.

Bebe did her thing and I was looking pretty fuckable, by the time she finished (if I must say so myself). The photographer packed up and left, so I guess the photo shoot finished with the creamy facials. Sasha entered.

'Your next session will be more rough. Do you desire to continue?'

'Of course.' I offered.

'You like the men, yes?'

'Yes, that was amazing.' Uugh, I sounded like a stupid schoolgirl.

'OK, we see how amazing you are in an hour.'

The last guy was tatted up, all over. He looked like a bad boy, that's for certain. He stripped down and there was yet another nice long cock waiting for my mouth. He started with the commands.

'Get over here bitch and suck my cock.'

'Suck my balls you fucking whore.'

'Beg me to fill your ass with my 10 inches.'

I was the subservient slut, responding as he wished to his every command. He fucked my face as hard as I've ever been done. He held himself in my throat until I nearly passed out. I was pounding on his thighs which seemed to make him more aggressive.

He pounded my ass even more relentlessly, slapped my ass, forced fingers well inside me and then flipped me over on my back with my head over the side of the bed.

He fucked my mouth and manhandled my tits hard as he came to climax and dumped his jizz into my throat. He pulled out and placed his balls in my mouth. I sucked them as he stroked himself some more, then he pushed his shaft back into my throat and held it there, while feeling my babs.

He pulled out and walked off.

I laid there pretty spent. It was not as satisfying as the 3 boys, but it was intense, and I orgasmed once. I was breathing very hard and red in many placed. Bebe came over with a towel again.

'I think that's it. Let's get you cleaned up and ready for Sasha.

There was a shower that was less than sanitary, but it still felt good to have warm water cover me. I washed my hair as there was all kinds of manhood and my bile in it. Bebe toweled me off and I sat while she combed my hair. She pulled it back into a tight ponytail, still damp and helped me put my clothes back on. Then she left.

Sasha came in.

'You fuck like a pro, slut. That make you happy?'

'So you think I did OK?'

'Yes, you are good. You want job?'

'Yes.'

And off we go.