Mel, the Once and Future Slut Ch. 13

'Now, here,' Dan looked up and Shell, now his owner, spat on his face again. 'Lick my asshole you fucking cunt,' she said with a huge grin on her face.  

On the video feed to the TV screen I could see he was kneeling behind her in an instant, and as she held my hips, me pushing myself back onto the dildo and wriggling to get it as deep as it could go, he undid the crotch strap buckle and let the strap fall between her legs. Shell then moved her feet apart and bent forward a bit as Dan held her hips to pull his face harder into her, and I redoubled my efforts to ram back and push her asshole onto my husband's mouth.  

I was gasping and sweating with the effort but after a minute or so she pushed Dan away then stepped back and to the right, letting the huge cock slide out of me again. Then I watched her grab the hair at the back of Dan's head and drag him forward, then push his face into my gaping asshole and give it a hard shake. A few seconds later she yanked his head back, spat on his face again, then pushed her hand right into my still gaping fuckhole, twisted her it around then pulled it out and rubbed ass lube all over his face. She spat again and slapped him across the face with her lube-wet hand, quite hard. 'Filthy cunt,' I heard her growl at him, followed by Dan's 'Thank you Mistress,' and I felt a flush of pride at how utterly subservient he was and it's difficult to express how mind-numbingly horny I was at this point.  

'Now fuck off and get your arse ready for fucking. Go on, crawl,' and off he went to the bathroom, looking at me over his shoulder as he crawled past the bed, his face a reflection of my shock, excitement, desperate need and lust. I-MO-DI-UM I mouthed to him and he gave a brief nod. It was pretty much a given that we were both going to get our arses fucked to oblivion over the next couple of days, so why not? My brain buzzed at the prospect and it felt there was electricity running through me, earthing out at my nipples and clit.

'You,' she gave my arse a hard smack, go and get us a glass of wine,  and a water for him.  

'Yes Mistress,'

I crawled backwards, off the bed and tottered across the room and down the stairs, holding onto walls, furniture and door-frames to balance on the ludicrous high heels, then got the drinks as fast as I could, taking a moment to gulp down a much water as I could, then rushed back, not wanting to miss a moment of Shell's abuse. How could she be so good at this?  

Going back with a tray made walking an impossibility and I had to crawl. When I got back to the bedroom, sliding the tray in front of me, Dan was still in the bathroom and Shell was sitting on the end of the bed, leaning back on her arms, and she beamed her perfect-teeth smile at me as I crawled into sight.  

'Good girl. That's it, get over here, good, now drink your wine.' I slid the tray to the side of the bed, passed a glass of wine into Shell's outstretched hand, then shuffled up to kneel right at her feet.  

As we waited Shell asked me a long string of questions about my recent sexual exploits. Obviously, we'd known each other most of our lives, but she said that the recent discovery of my love of kink and perversion, and Dan's, and all the other stuff we were embroiled in, was taking a little bit of coming to terms with. From where I was sitting it seemed that she was having no trouble at all. She seemed to have no problems in vocalising whatever perverted whim came to her, without overthinking it or applying all the usual social, ethical and moral filters, but she'd always been supremely self-confident.  

She was clearly fascinated that pretty much every fuck I got was anal, and by my appetite and desire for anal, but seemed to accept that that it was an effective way of being able to take a lot of hard fucking without cumming, and she did agree that it was degrading, so she assured me that she was more than happy to make my asshole an equal target for her attentions. The other thing that fascinated her was my determination to stretch my holes to the limit, though she wholeheartedly approved of doing anything and everything to the limit, whatever that might be, and she particularly liked the idea of, as I put it, ruining me. Everything we were going to do, she said, she wanted to be as extreme as was realistically possible.  

I must admit, I was both relieved and impressed by her enthusiasm for kink and perversion. While she'd expressed surprise at some of the things I'd been doing she seemed to have no reservations about any of it.  

I sipped at my wine as we chatted and, then when Dan crawled back into the room I gave him his water.

'Drink up cunt,' Shell told him, 'Then you can both suck my cock clean.'

Dan gulped his water as fast as possible, then I settled to her left side as Dan wriggled in against her thigh on the right, eyeing the dildo up close for the first time and doubtless wondering where it'd come from. Locking eyes, we both leant in and started to lick and stuck at the dildo. The skin-like texture was lovely and the lube was ever so slightly sweet, a bit like precum.  

We worked our way over the entire length, lifting it up to her at the underside and the massive balls, and even took turns sucking the head, passing it back and forth, which Shell seemed to find enthralling.

It was divine to do it with Dan, and wonderfully degrading, both of us fulfilling our submission together. I wondered if he was as excited as I was, knowing that his new Mistress was about to fuck him for the first time. And with this monster. After 3 or 4 minutes our mouths had worked the whole length and Shell pushed us away to each side.  

'Very good,' she said, then to Dan, 'Now, you go and sit there,' and she pointed to a spot by the wall opposite where we were sitting at the foot of the bed.' Crawling across the carpet, Dan turned and sat kneeling. 'No. Sit. Back to the wall. Arms by your side. Feet apart. Wider.' He complied of course, but was clearly uncomfortable with his bright pink cock cage on show.  

'Good, now if you behave, that might come off for a while, but you better not fuck me around,' she said, in a surprisingly gentle and encouraging tone.  

'Before we start, let's ensure there are no interruptions.' Saying that she leant back on one arm and with the other hand she tipped back the strapon, pulling the unbuckled crotch strap out from between her legs and resting the big dildo pointing up between her tits. Then she gently and slowly but firmly grabbed a handful of hair, pulled me between her spread legs and drew my mouth down onto her cunt, and with a sigh she relaxed back onto her arms.  

'OK, that should keep her usefully occupied while we have a little chat Dan. You start. Explain yourself.'

Gently I kissed and licked at the labia in front of me, though with most of my attention focused on listening, but my poor Dan clearly didn't know what to say for himself. He just stuttered and stammered, but there were no words.  

'I told you Dan, don't fuck me about! Explain yourself! Explain to me how you've ended up sitting there naked wearing a pink fucking chastity cage. How it is that in the space of the last hour you and your cunt eating wife have been so desperate to become my fuck-slaves? How it can be that your wife's been getting her arse fucked by, well, everybody but you? There's an 18-year-old boy who I'd bet has fucked her in the arse more times in the last fortnight than you ever have.' She giggled. 'Jesus Dan, even I'm fucking it. So tell me. Tell me what fuck happened that led you to this?'

I felt oddly sheltered between Shell's thighs, but my body shivered, my nipples hardened, and my cunt oozed in communion with Dan's humiliation.  

After several false starts Dan began at the beginning, which was a lot further back than I'd have thought.  

He spoke of first knowing me, back when we were at school, of the rumours about me, rumours that continued as we got older and it became general knowledge that I was more than just a bit of a slut, that I did anal, swallowed cum, that I was easy, and he explained how that slutishness really turned him on and attracted him. He told of how he liked knowing that quite a few of his friends and customers had fucked me, and then a bit of a bombshell, explained that for years after our marriage he'd hoped and fantasised that I'd be unfaithful, that he'd somehow find out, then confront me, but would tell me not to stop.  

He then got to more recent times and me wanking and teasing and edging him and how fantastic it had been, how he'd so desperately wanted to tell me to fuck anyone I wanted, had wanted to give me that as his gift, but couldn't bring himself to say it, couldn't force himself, how he knew how frustrated his inaction and lack of dominance made me, and how relieved he'd been when I'd determined to take matters into my own hands, and had in fact given myself away to a stranger in just a matter of days. My meeting my Master, an almost made to measure perfect-fit dominant, had of course been pure fluke, but Dan seemed to see it as a natural result of my determination and drive to become a slut.  

He explained how elated he'd been that I'd given myself away without explicitly asking him, I'd just done it, and he confided that in his opinion he should have no say in such things anyway. Indeed, me taking control had been a revelation of sorts for Dan, and he spoke at some length about how my recent air of authority towards him, my indifference to his opinion, and my go-getting determination, turned him on no end, and how his fantasies of female domination had grown to become the only thing he'd thought of when we had sex or when he wanked. He explained how deeply he loved me, looked up to me and adored me and that he wanted to show his devotion by putting my needs and pleasure ahead of his. I was surprised to hear how much he enjoyed being kept in chastity, acknowledging that it was a constant torment, acknowledged that it was having a quite profound effect on his psyche, but feeling that his unquestioning acceptance of his denial and the consequent suffering was a token of his absolute and unwavering devotion to me, then acknowledged that being permanently and desperately horny made him feel utterly subservient, and that he loved that.  

He then spoke of how incredibly proud he was off me, of the way I had dedicated myself to becoming as slutty as possible, and how I'd embraced my owners directives - to never orgasm, to endure and even seek out as much anal as I could get despite knowing that it was simply a means of degrading me and denying me pleasure, and the way I'd so willingly and joyfully embraced my place a sex-slave, and the way I unquestioningly fucked a string of total strangers at my owners whim.  

Seeing how happy all this made me, Dan explained that anything and everything I was doing had his unquestioning support and explained how inspiring it was for him on his own journey. Indeed, given that he felt, and wanted to feel, inferior and subservient to me, he felt that it was his duty to help and support me in my journey into perversion in any way he could, and was inexpressibly grateful that I, and now Shell, were taking him along for the ride.  

I desperately wanted to say something at that point but as I lifted my head Shell grabbed my hair and rammed my face back into her cunt. 'You will stay fucking silent.' she growled at me.  

And lastly, Dan relayed how, because I was in every way his superior, and actually his owner, or had been till half an hour ago, he deserved to be lower than me, less than me, and as degraded as I might be, it should be more so for him, and although he was incredibly grateful for the abuses I granted him, he needed far, far more to ensure his status as the lowest of cunts, and to that end he prayed that she, his new Mistress, would genuinely own us both in the long term, and with real emotion making his voice tremble, he told her what an incredible, beautiful, sensual and superior woman she was, like a goddess, and begged that she would use, degrade and abuse him, in any and every way, shape and form she wished, particularly in front of me, and then he literally begged and pleaded that I be allowed to continue cuckolding him.  

And with the torrent run dry, he stopped. Shell let go of my hair and I looked up at her, then turned to look at my wonderful husband. No one said anything for at least half a minute, then Shell broke the silence. 'Well Dan. That really was quite something. I don't think I've ever heard.... I mean, I can't recall ever being called a goddess before. I, well, I suspect you might just be the perfect man. You do seem to know your place.'

Taking a deep breath and blowing it out she continued. 'Credit where credit is due, that deserves a reward. Slut, unlock that cock. Where's the key?'

'In there Mistress,' I said, nodding towards the dressing room area.

'Get it, but first, let's get one thing clear. Dan, I'm very impressed, so you're going to fuck me later. Yes, fuck my cunt. I know she's said cucks don't get cunt, but she's given you to me now, so my cunt is going to be the last one you fuck, not hers. Don't worry though, I'll have you locked up again before too long.  

She glanced at me. 'Key. Go.'

The key was in a cheapo jewellery box with a combination lock - the sort of thing you could prise open in 2 seconds with a screwdriver, but that you couldn't force open without leaving clear signs that you had.  

Back kneeling at Shell's feet I offered up the 2 keys that had come with the cage on a little ring, and she immediately took one off and gave the other back to me. 'One for you and one for me, but let's be clear, if you ever take it off, you let me know. Now, while I think it's entirely appropriate that he be kept locked up when you or I aren't around, the rest of the time I want it out and on display. Got that cuck-boy? And it had better be fucking hard, all the time.'

She turned back to me. 'Do you know what a humbler is?' I shook my head. 'I bet you do,' she directed at Dan with a grin. He nodded. 'Get one.'

Now she turned to face more directly towards Dan. 'Come here cunt. Let's get that thing off.' Dan stood immediately in front of her and she spent some time examining the cage, how it locked, how tight it was, but the ball stretcher seemed to interest her most.  

Turning back to me, she told me, 'Get him out. I'm sure there's a knack.'

There wasn't much of one. I unlocked the hinge part at the top of the cage, withdrew the lock and set it to one side, then bent the back ring out and withdrew it round the back of his balls, then, with one hand holding the metal ball stretcher, I gently pulled at the cage, but with Dan fully hard, it simply wasn't going to come just with me pulling. Grabbing the lube, I put a good squirt on, then sort of wanked it in through the vent holes, something that made him shudder. Shell must have been getting impatient because after a few moments of that she reached over, put one hand on Dan's stomach, grabbed the cage with the other and pulled. The base of his cock stretched alarmingly, and I heard him gasp, but then in one go it came free, and there was his magnificent cock in all its rigid glory.  

Shell just ogled it for a while, veins bulging and pointing upward at 45 degrees, then reached out and delicately pulled back the foreskin, eliciting spasm and another small gasp from Dan and a dewdrop of precum from his cock. Shell squeezed his shaft till her knuckles went white and the drop got bigger, then she leant forward and licked the little jewel away. Dan shuddered. 'This is what I mean, when we're in private, I want to see this at all times.'

After that she cupped his balls, bald, tight and shiny, his excitement trying to draw them up through the shiny steel stretcher. 'Where the fuck did you get this?' she breathed.  

'My Master bought it and a couple of other things to get me started. I've bought some other stuff since but haven't really tried any of it yet.'

'Get it. Now. Everything.' Off I tottered, back to the wardrobe, then brought back the 200 gram ergonomic shaped stretcher and the rubber Sport Fucker rings that my Master had given me, still in their box, then a big 600 and a ridiculously heavy 800 gram stretcher I'd bought online; these ones were oval, hinged and had magnets to hold them closed, and there was a load of stuff from a company called Oxballs, including rings, a Cocksling Ballstretcher (their name, not mine),   a Tri-sport XL which I'd bought purely because it said XL and a Hulk cock-sheath thing, still in its jiffy bag, which I'd bought because it looked big.  

Shell's eyes lit up at the sight of the small pile of goodies and, unsurprisingly, she immediately reached for the biggest steel stretcher, her eyes widening as she picked it up. 'Fuck me, it weighs a tonne! And you haven't tried this yet?' She looked from Dan to me and I told her no. 'Well we will be later. Most definitely. For now, take that one off.' I waved a hand at Dan, indicating that he should do it, which he did in just a couple of seconds, his balls immediately pulling further up into his groin.  

Shell turned her attention back to the small pile of toys on the floor. 'Let's not open all our presents at once, eh? Just one for now,' and grabbing something at random she came up with the Cock-stretcher-sling thingy. Getting it out of the packaging she examined it closely; black, soft, and extremely stretchy. I'm guessing that she had no idea how to put it on, neither did I, so she just handed it to Dan and looked at him expectantly. 'C'mon cunt. Chop-chop.'

In turn Dan examined it, turning it this way and that then, using two fingers of each hand, he stretched one part of it and threaded that bit down over the length of his cock, then reaching underneath he repeated the stretching thing to get that bit over his balls, then wriggled his fingers free, allowing the ball tube part to squeeze tight, his balls squidged out of the bottom, making Dan wince a bit. To be fair it looked anything but comfortable, as tight as it seemed, especially between his cock and balls, but the veins in his cock visibly swelled and his cock bobbed to the rhythm of his pulse.  

'Is that nice Dan? Do you like that?' His only reply was a weak smile. 'Do you like showing us your cock Dan? Do you like me looking at it in front of your slut wife?' This time there was a little whimper along with 'Yes Mistress,' and another big bead of precum formed.  

'Still leaking. Maybe that's not right enough.' And saying that she swiped off the precum with a fingertip, presented it to me to lick off, then reached for a packet of Oxballs cock rings, three in different sizes and colours, took the smallest one, and stretching it with her hands she threaded it over Dan's cock and balls and released it right at the root of his manhood. Dan groaned again.  

'Very good!' she said to me then, turning back to Dan, 'I hear you like cum Dan. Is that right?' Dan just blushed, looked away and said nothing.  

Shell was clearly enjoying this and took a moment to spread her legs and started rubbing her clit while I answered.  

'Dan's got to swallow all his cum, isn't that right babe?' I didn't wait for him to answer; I just went on to Shell. 'I was planning to make Dan into a sissy slut, but he's yours now, so your choice.'

'Interesting,' Shell mused, breathing more heavily now. 'You,' she said to get my attention away from the throbbing cock. 'Fist me again. I need to cum.' I shuffled a bit closer on my knees, pushed three fingers into her, then my whole hand, just like that. She was sopping wet.  

'And what exactly did these sissy slut plans entail?'

'Oh, he'd have to dress like a slut, like me, you know, heels, stockings, a collar of course, and I'd keep him caged, fuck his brains out, and of course the cum eating thing, if he ever cums that is, and if he does I really want to ruin his orgasm. You like that, don't you baby?'

Shell looked from me to Dan and back, clearly not sure what a ruined orgasm was, so I explained about removing the stimulation just as his orgasm began, and how that would cause ejaculation but with most of the pleasure lost.  

Shell looked back to Dan. 'Do you? Do you really like that?'

'I, err, sort of. It just makes me hornier, and Mel likes it.'

'She told me a couple of weeks ago that she did something like that when she used to wank you off. She says you like being wanked more than you like to fuck. Is that right Dan?'

'Yes Mistress. She's so, so good at it. She's the best!'

'Did you know Dan, do you know that your slut wife wants to find guys just to wank off? No fucking or anything, just wanking them off to make them cum. Loads of random guys, but not you Dan. Never you.'

Dan's eyes flicked to me briefly. I'd mentioned the fantasy, but hadn't suggested that I wanted to make it happen, though of course I did.  

'Is that a good idea Dan? Your wife wanking off loads of guys, giving them fantastic handjobs? We know what a slut she is, so I think it's safe to assume she'll want them cumming on her face. Would that be good?' All the while Shell was holding onto Dan's swollen balls with her left hand, thumb and forefinger clasped around the neck of the rubber stretcher and the weight of her arm pulling on them, and now Dan was starting to thrust his hips ever so slightly, as though he were trying to fuck fresh air in his desperation.  

'Nice young fit guys Dan? Youthful vigour and loads of cum?' Dan continued nodding. 'Like that young guy Dan? That 18-year-old who's fucked her, what, 20 times in the last couple of weeks?' She was shuddering now, getting close.  

'Yes, like that one, loads of them,' Dan agreed, 'But just to wank them.' Dan was trembling now, his big fat cock bobbing above me.  

Shell was panting by this time and had to lay back on one elbow, rubbing hard at her clit with the other hand and staring at Dan's cock. Then she looked at me. 'And you, you fucking slut, I bet you're dripping at the idea, aren't you?'

'Yes,' I agreed, 'Oh, fuck, I'd love it.' 

'Don't tell me, tell him. Tell him what you want to do.'

Pumping my fist into Shell a bit faster I looked up into Dan's eyes, then back at his throbbing cock. 'Cocks babe, I want loads of cocks to wank. I just want to make them cum. I'll make them cum so hard, so fucking hard. You'd like that babe, wouldn't you? Everyone getting a good handjob, everyone shooting their loads but you? Do you want to be my handjob cuck Dan?'

Dan looked stricken, massively turned on by the idea but desperate for a handjob himself, desperate to cum, shuddering and twitching, but nodding anyway.  

Shell was moaning steadily now, still rubbing hard at her clit, still staring at Dan's cock.  

'You want it don't you Dan. Say it. You'd rather be a sissy slut, getting fucked in your arse than have handjobs, wouldn't you. You're a cuckold sissy, aren't you baby. Say it.'

'I'm a cuckold sissy,' he muttered, Shell moaned in delight and with that I pushed my hand in and out of her as fast as I could and tipped her over into orgasm. Her head went back; a massive moan escaped her and her cunt spasmed around my wrist and little gushes of piss squirted out. It was a huge turn on to make her cum like that, but my own cunt seethed with jealousy, and Dan was positively thrumming with excitement. Her cum seemed to go on and on, but she finally subsided and gasped her breath back.  

When she was finally breathing more calmly she reached down and pulled my hand out of her cunt, a ring of her thick,   white, creamy juice around my wrist and more between my fingers. 'Wipe that off on that sissy cunts face,' she commanded, so I stood, and looking him in the eye, I smeared her juices all over, using his nose and chin to wipe off the thicker goo from between my fingers and then running my fingers through his hair.  

'You really are a filthy cunt babe,' I murmured to him with a smile of approval.

'Oh thank you, thank you,' he replied, his voice broken and croaky with need.  

Shell stood up too now, Dan's cock sandwiched between us. 'Poor Dan. So desperate and needy. Do you really think he'd do anything for us?'

'Anything, wouldn't you babe.'

'Yes,' he half hissed, half groaned. 'Anything. Make me do anything.'

Shell moved forward a fraction, trapping his cock between us, and kissed me, long wet and deep while Dan watched, sighing and panting, then after maybe 30 seconds she broke off and kissed him in the same way as I watched.  

When she broke off this time she didn't move away. 'OK Dan, time for me to give you a really good fucking.' Holding his chin to look him straight in the face she asked, 'Is that what you want? Do you want my cock?'

'Yes Mistress. P-please fuck me wi-with your cock.' He sounded both desperately eager and extremely nervous.  

'OK cunt, get up there like your slut wife did.'

Dan scrambled up onto the bed in 2 seconds flat, his bum level with the end.  

Shell looked at me and pointed to the floor to one side. 'Kneel there, she commanded, then, much as she'd done with Dan, she pulled me by the hair and pushed my face in to rim his asshole for 10 or 15 seconds while she picked up the strapon harness and stepped into it, then sidestepped over to me so that I could do up the buckles for her. Impulsively I think, she grabbed a handful of hair, bent right over and pulled me in for a deep tongue kiss.  

'Now,' she breathed as we parted, 'Get him ready.'

I turned and reached for the lube on the side of the bed and squirted a hefty amount into my right hand, then wiped it across Dan's asshole and pushed 2 fingers in, then twisted them and added a third. Normally we'd start with a smaller toy, but that wasn't an option I'd been offered, so I added more lube and a fourth finger, feeling Dan relax bit by bit, all the time Shell touching me up and telling us what filthy cunts we were. In a surprisingly short time, maybe 3 or 4 minutes, I was lubing my hand up to the wrist, tucking my thumb in and sliding into him all the way.

Shell sniggered. 'I bet an hour ago you never thought I'd be watching your wife first you in the arse, did you Dan? Or that I'd be fucking you with this.' Dan pushed back at me a little.  

'How much of this can he take without cumming?'

'Quite a bit at first I think. I've never managed to make him cum properly like that, but he'll leak precum like a tap and will have, like, little cums.' I quickly bobbed down and reached under the bed, pulling out a stainless-steel dog bowl. 'I usually let him leak into this so that he can lap it up after.' She grinned with delight.

Another minute or so and after another handful of lube fisted into him I got yet more lube and coated the dildo with it using both hands.  

'OK Dan, do you want it?'

'Yes, please, I want it Mistress.'

'Line me up on your husband asshole,' I was instructed.  

Shuffling her feet forward a little, me holding it in line, my face just a hand span to the left, Shell brought the silicone head against Dan's ring.

As she pushed into his asshole in the first few centimetres disappeared, then it stopped and I felt Shell push a bit harder as I held the shaft, and now it went in another few centimetres and the head was entirely into him. The girth increased very quickly from this point and it stopped again, Dan panting shallow breaths, then breathing out hard as he tried to make his sphincter relax, and then he must have found the right muscles and the cock was slowly but steadily sinking into him. A long, deep groan was pushed out of him as it went, his head down, eyes closed tight and me stroking his bum with one hand and my Mistresses bum with the other. As the girth reached its thickest, it slowed, Dan took a big breath, groaned and pushed back, and all of a sudden it was sliding in fast.  

'Guurgh, guurgh, fuuuuck, fuuuuck,' Dan ground out, his brain function as smashed as mine had been.  

'You OK Dan?' Shell asked, clearly quite aghast at how quickly we got to this point. Dan just mumbled something.  

'Please,' I said, my heart wanting to hammer its way out of my chest, 'Just fuck him. Fuck him hard. Use him.'

I turned back toward Dan. 'You too babe. Show us how much you need to be fucked. Show us what a cunt you are baby.'

Shell didn't move at first but sighing and gasping Dan started to rock back and forth on his knees, very slow and short movements at first, then a bit longer.  

Uncapping the lube, I added another blob as he slid forward on the shaft towards its thickest point. I ran my fingers around his ring, loving how incredibly tight it was a he fucked it faster.  

And now Michelle joined in fully, pushing into him as he pushed back, and pretty soon she was really doing the fucking, fucking my husband. He wasn't taking it all but he was certainly taking most of it, and the thickest 9-centimetre bit was gliding in and out smoothly. I was really proud of him.   

Turning and looking up to Shell, weepy again with sheer giddy happiness and brain fucked with need, I kissed her hip. 'Thank you for this. Thank you for fucking us.

I felt my bottom lip trembling. 'Please, fuck me again after Dan?'

I think she was a bit surprised at our enthusiasm, but she seemed to like it. 'Get on there next to him.'

Crawling up next to Dan I made sure to keep my spiky heels wide apart, then clutched Dan's left hand in my right and looked into his glazed eyes as Shell pounded him.  

'I'm so fucked,' he managed, his voice tremulous. 'So big. So good. Thank you. Oh, thank you.'

'Me again soon,' I said, lacing my fingers into his, and then after a few minutes he stopped bobbing back and forth as Shell pulled her cock out of my husband, moved across behind me and pressed the head against my already well-used asshole. I felt the initial touch as she pressed it to my ring and then she pushed hard.  

The first bit went straight in but the stretch quickly increased and I felt my eyes bulge as I looked into my husband's eyes, a stupefied half smile on his face. With her hands on my hips, Shell kept pushing hard and it just kept coming, kept getting tighter and a deep, grinding growl was pushed out of me. I had to push back to hold myself level with Dan but then I must have taken the thickest bit because the resistance eased quickly and I slid back till the cock head must have reached the kink in my sigmoid and would go no further.  

I took a deep breath. Another, eyes still fixed on Dan's.  

'C'mon slut, you know the drill. Fuck my cock.'

Taking small fast sips of breath, I went forward, feeling for the thickest part of the dildo, then once I'd found it I pushed back and kept going as hard as I could. I didn't build up; I just fucked my arse and fucked my brain.  

After a minute or so Dan gasped and his eyes fluttered and looking to the TV I could see that Shell had pushed her first into him. His smile was beatific.  

I didn't last long after that, just a few minutes I think, but before long I lost all control and coordination and short of flopped over on my side, the big cock slipping out of me.  

I think Dan stroked my face but then I vaguely heard Shell telling him to get his tongue in my asshole, and it felt wonderful, but all too soon he was back kneeling on the bed and Shell was fucking him as hard as she could again, on and on.  

After a while, I don't know how long, I regained enough equilibrium to roll over, rest my head on my arm and to really enjoy watching my best friend fuck my husband. He looked back at me, a look of sheer wanton, animal lust in his face.  

'This is fucking awesome,' Shell said, a manic smile on her face, 'but it's too easy. Way too easy. Slut....' 

'Yes Mistress?'

'Order a bigger one. Order a few. I want to see you both struggle. Especially you, cunt. You should be ashamed, the size of you compared to that slut.' She laughed her sexy as fuck laugh.  

I reached across to the bedside table for my phone and went to the website for Hankey's Toys, the maker of the dildo now battering Dan's asshole, and looked up the sizes. Looking at the info the XXL measured very neatly 9cm thick at the biggest bit, but the XXXL was 1.5 centimetres bigger. Wow. That was real cam-girl stuff, and I wanted it. There were so many big toys but I was, quite literally, too fucked to do that now.  

I lay back and simply watched Dan getting his brains fucked out for a while and contemplated what an apt term it was. By now his eyes were glazed and dull and though he was looking at me I don't think he was actually seeing me.   

Some indeterminate time later Dan just collapsed forward onto his belly and lay unmoving and I managed to turn my head to see Shell unbuckled the harness and let it drop with a thud.

I tried to thank her but my voice wouldn't come. She simply beamed back at me, absently rubbing her cunt with one hand then turned to pull the dog bowl out from between Dan's thighs. Her eyebrows went up. 'Fuck, that's not bad.'

She quickly stepped round to Dan's side of the bed, grabbed his hair with her left hand, pulled his head up and back and proffered the bowl with her right hand. 'C'mon cunt. Feeding time. Sissy sluts eat their cum, don't they.'

Dan still seemed groggy but managed to mutter 'Yes Mistress,' and slowly got back up his hands and knees, and I crawled nearer as Shell placed the bowl on the bed in front of him. There really was a good bit in there but, as with other times, it didn't look like cum, and I was pretty sure that it was precum and prostate fluid, but rather a lot of it.  

To his credit Dan didn't hesitate and started lapping at it straight away, shell squatting down to get a close-up view, her face the image of fascinated wonder. 'Good boy,' she whispered to him, stroking his hair, 'Eat it all up like a dirty sissy cunt.'

I was equally delighted. I'd just watched my best friend peg my husband's brains out, and perversion just kept coming.  

It took Dan a minute or so to finish, but as soon as he had Shell stood upright and got back to business. With hands on hips she issued her orders - 'You, slut, get those shoes off then, both of you, into the bathroom. Quick now.'

Half a minute later she was pushing Dan into the shower and had him sitting on the tiles with his back to the corner. She casually pushed his knees apart with a foot, then thrust her hips towards him and pissed. She made no attempt to aim or direct it; she just pissed on him like it was the most normal thing in the world to do.  

As soon as she finished, she stepped back and then pulled me forward by the elbow. 'Your turn slut. Piss on your husband.' It was an order, not a request, and Dan's face was a picture of bewildered joy, and I did my best to piss on his face.  

As soon as I'd finished Shell pulled me back and handed me a towel, then stood over Dan again. 'Do you need to piss?' she demanded in a brusque, no-nonsense tone.  

'Yes Mistress,' Dan nodded meekly.  

'Get on with it then. Piss in your face. Quickly now.' 

His cock was still mostly hard, but after a moment's pause, he managed to get the first spurt of piss out, which hit him in the neck, the next got him full in the face.  

'Get it in your mouth cunt. Show us your aim.'

He did. Thereafter he got pretty much every jet of piss straight into his mouth, swallowing it without having to be told till he finished.

'Good,' Shell said clearly pleased, then taking the towel from me she threw it to Dan. 'Now dry off and join us downstairs.' She took my hand and led me back into the dressing area and paused to get the hard drive I'd shown her earlier, then continued into the bedroom, picking up a lube bottle and the two big steel ball stretchers and nodded to the big tapered dildo I'd fucked earlier, still stuck to the stool - 'Bring those.'

Off she marched down the stairs, me following, into the lounge where we put everything down, then she led me by the hand onto the kitchen, got out fresh glasses and poured us both a savvy and then got us both seated back at the breakfast bar.  

She raised her glass, I raised mine, we clinked them together, drank, then kissed, long and slowly, then drank again, grinning at each other as Dan came in.  

'Ready for round two,' she asked?