Mel, the Once and Future Slut Ch 15

Saturday morning and I awoke to lamplight and to see Shell looking at me as she lay on the left side of the bed and I could hear Dan breathing just behind me. She smiled softly at seeing my eyes open, then slid away from me off the side of the bed while putting a finger to her lips and beckoning that I should follow after her.  

I did, as quietly as I could, glancing at the clock through bleary eyes, still only 4:30, still only half awake, and followed her through the wardrobe, into the bright lights of the en-suit and the warm arms of a tender embrace and a deep, wet kiss that went on and on - hands all over me, in me, hurting my nipples, fingering my sore holes, pulling at my rings. It felt to me like it would never stop, and as much as I was loving it, I broke away, to find my new lover staring into me with the deepest intensity.  

'Are you OK? You sort of went blank earlier. Lights on, no one home. What happened?'

'I - I don't know. I just, sort of, like you say, went blank. Just overload I suppose. It was pretty intense.'

'It was an intense day Mel! And there are going to be lots more.' Shell grinned like a maniac. A sex maniac. Her eyes narrowed. You've said a couple of times about feeling like a urinal, and that you liked it. It's that true?' I nodded, enjoying the humiliation. She smiled. 'I ask because it's a huge turn on for me, and right now I really need to piss.'

'Give it to me,' I whispered back.  

'Oh, fuck yes, this is it,' she whispered to me, 'I've had fantasies about this for so many years. Tell me you want to drink my piss Mel. Oh, you fucking slut, tell me.' Another deep kiss, 'Tell me!'

I did, oh God I wanted it! I wanted each and every filthy thing she could give me. I'd gone from half asleep to desperate in barely a minute and could only assume that Shell was already super horny, so my only thought was that I needed to live up to any expectation she might have, and that turned me on even more.  

I sank to my knees, looked up and I begged. 'Please, please Shell, I beg you, use me! I'm yours. You fucking know it. Do it, please give it to me. Just, please, piss on me, piss in my mouth, I'll drink it all, make me your piss whore!' 

She grinned. 'My piss whore. I like that.'

She stepped forward a little and put one foot right up on the vanity behind me, and I could see how red and raw looking her cunt was, and how wet she was as she pulled her slippery labia back and immediately let go a stream of piss a horse would have been proud of. It hit me square in the face and I shifted around trying to get as much as I could in my mouth, though also revelling in just being sprayed all over. It was quite strong, not the vaguely, ever-so-slightly saline of mine or my Masters, but quite acrid and tangy, and the piss on the tiled floor had an obvious yellow tinge, but I couldn't care less. It just made my debasement deeper and filthier. She pissed for ages and I drank down mouthful after mouthful and sort of washed my face and tits with the overspray. When she finally finished, I couldn't make myself stop - I got down on my elbows, sucked at the pool on the floor, sucked it up till I got to her feet, then sucked, licked and grovelled at her toes. She pulled away and for an instant I thought I must have done something wrong, but then her foot came down on my head, on my piss-mop hair, and pressed the side of my face into the dregs of her urine. I really was in heaven and I fell that bit more into her. I just couldn't believe how insanely, deportation horny I was. It just seemed to get more and more intense, at times like this feeling as though my mind was unravelling. How long could I endure feeling like this?  

'Come out Dan. I know you're watching.' At Shell's coaxing he edged forward out of the shadows of the dressing room with a sheepish look on his face and a rigid cock. 'C'm'ere slave boy,' and Dan walked further into the room till all I could see of him was his feet. 'Did your piss whore wife wake you? Fuck that feels so good in my hand. So hard. You fucking love showing me your hard cock, don't you.'

I heard the faintest reply. 'Yes Mistress.'

'That dried cum in your face really did you, d'you know that? Anyway, do you need to piss slave boy? Your slut wife wants to drink it if you do. She wants to be a urinal. Go on, piss in her mouth.' Dan mumbled something. 'Yes, I know it's hard when you're hard, but you can if you concentrate. Now come on....'

At first there was a trickle, which stopped, then a few drops, and then a hard, short spurt that splashed off the tiles and onto my face. Then another. Dan's piss was even stronger, unpleasantly pungent but I tried to suck it up out through the side of my mouth nonetheless, desperate to show my willingness. It stopped after the 4th squirt.  

'Well, that wasn't very good, was it? But look at her, slave boy. Look at your slut wife, trying to lick up that piss. What a cunt. What is she Dan? What's your wife?'

'She a cunt Mistress.' My cunt throbbed.  

The foot came off my head, and grabbing a handful of piss-soaked hair, Shell dragged me up into a kneeling position. Still holding my hair, she bent to look close into my eyes for a moment, then spat in my face. 'Take what's coming, slut.'

'Now you. Push your cock down her throat. All of it.' She moved slightly to one side and pulled Dan forward by his cock till it was touching my face. It had actually been a while since I'd had such a close look at my husband's cock without it being encumbered by the cage, ball stretcher or something of the kind, but here it was in all its naked glory. Such a fantastic cock.

Dan moved his hips and his cock butted against my face, so I opened my mouth wide for him and, once in, he immediately started to fuck at me.  

'No!' Shell physically pulled him back. 'What did I say, cunt? I said to push all your cock down her slut throat. It doesn't matter if she gags or pukes, you just push it all in. She won't stop you. She wants it, don't you slut.'

I nodded. I sort of did. It would be a very sexy accomplishment, but it's such a big cock. I opened my mouth again.  

'See what a cunt she is? Now fucking ram it in!' And with that Dan's cock went hard and fast into my face. I suspected that Shell was pushing Dan from behind and I knew she was dragging me onto it by my hair as hard as she could. It hit the back of my throat and I gagged hard, coughed, spit spraying out of my crammed mouth around Dan's cock. My hands hovered above my thighs but went no further, and Shell heaved at me again, ramming my face onto the cock that Dan was pushing in the other direction, and down it went, right into my throat, my nose mashing into his belly. I gagged again, sure that I'd puke, but it didn't come and I had time to look up to see a triumphant grin on Shell's face before she yanked my head back.  

'Again!' This time Dan put a hand onto the back of my head too, and as soon as I opened my mouth he pushed in hard. Again it stopped as it hit the back of my throat but he just pushed harder and it went all the way again. This time, as Dan pulled his straining cock out I spat a big wad of saliva onto it, trying to demonstrate that I was an active participant. 'Again!' 

4 or 5 more times Shell commanded my husband's cock into my throat, and the last couple of times it just went straight in to the hilt. That's not to say it was easy, and it certainly wasn't pleasant, but it went and I didn't puke. There were ropes of drool hanging from my mouth to my tits, my eyes were streaming and snot was running, but as Shell smeared Dan's spit covered cock over my face I felt euphoric. I could barely speak but managed to look up at them both and babble thank yous.  

'That's more like it. Much better.' Shell moved to stand behind me then and took a handful of hair in both hands. 'Now, both of you just relax.' Easier said than done with a hard cock in your oesophagus, but to get us going she slowly pushed my head back onto Dan's cock till something less than half of it was in my mouth, though that meant it was still in nearly enough to tickle my uvula, which in itself would usually have made me gag, and then she drove my face forward till my forehead butted Dan's stomach. Back ---- forward----back---forward -- back--forward - back-forward-back-forward.  

I couldn't say how long she did it for, maybe 30 seconds, but after the first 10 I couldn't get a breath, so when she stopped with his cock all the way in, I was getting pretty desperate and began to gag hard. And then she let go and I just slumped back onto the floor, immediately vomiting watery froth onto my tits and looking up through tear filled eyes at Dan's half shocked and half delighted face.  

'Well done slut. I knew you had it in you.' Shell cackled her filthy laugh at her own pun, then before I could catch my breath she dragged me to my feet by my hair and spat in my face again. 'Spit in her face Dan. Spit in your slut wife's face and show her what a cunt you think she is.' He hesitated for a moment but then spat in my face.  

By this time I was more than a bit confused. Yesterday Dan had borne the brunt of Shell's more wicked side, and while the first minutes of this morning had been quite tender, she was now full-on abusing me, and as much as I was enjoying it, the sudden change had me off balance.  

She dragged me backwards by my hair, physically off balance now, till my bum hit the vanity. 'Get up there.' I put both hands on the vanity and hopped up, sitting on the edge. 'Move back and spread those slut legs. My slave boy is going to stick his cock up your arse.' 

I looked at Dan. Dan looked at me, a shy grin on his face. 'OK cuck-cunt. What don't you get?'

'Cunt Mistress. Cuckolds don't get cunt.'

'That's right. In fact cuck-cunts like you get nothing at all unless it's a special gift from me, and that's what this is, seeing as you were so good yesterday Your slut wife tells me you've never been balls deep in her, and that you almost never did anal. We'll I reckon she's probably a bit rearranged inside by now, so stick your cock up her arse. All the way.' That said, she stepped back and folded her arms.  

Dan looked from Shell to me, back and forth, his uncertainty written all over his face as I leant back and did my best slut-spread in the limited space, exposing my holes for use.  

I did it without conscious thought, my body knowing it was going to get a cock in it. As odd as it might sound, it felt almost wrong that my husband was going to put his cock in me, but there was no way I could imagine that he was going to get to actually fuck me.  

'Which bit of that didn't compute slave-boy? Push your cock all the way into your slut wife's arse. All the way. Got it?'

Dan took a breath, put his shoulders back, reached for some lube on the vanity top and smothered his cock with it. He was so hard and his whopping cock looked fantastic. Part of me was still on a high from taking him all the way into my throat and I was silently praying for another victory.  

Dan took a small step forward, pressed the head of his cock to my asshole and the first half slid straight in. 'What a fucking slut,' Shell muttered, stepping a bit close for a better view, one hand now somewhere on Dan's arse, the other pushing on the back of my thigh. 'Hardly touched the sides.'

It took a brief moment for him to reposition his feet and he slid more of his fantastic cock into me. Shell was right though, after all the big dildo fucking and the fisting I'd had, the girth was no challenge at all. That's not to say it couldn't feel it though, I could and it felt bloody good. The mental turn on was in being experimented on like this, doing it because I was told, not because it was what I wanted. I was a sex toy.  

'Nearly there,' Shell said. 'Just 3 or 4 centimetres to go.'

By my usual standards he was in all the way, which meant to the sigmoid colon at the end of my rectum, but as Shell had noted, that had been getting an awful lot of fucking lately, so I looked Dan in the eye, relaxed a much as I could and told him, 'Give me the rest baby. Give me it all.'

He pushed, and while it hurt a bit his hips were immediately pressed hard against me, however, to gain those few extra centimetres, I was pretty sure his cock was simply stretching the length of my rectum and pushing my sphincter further into me and further out of sight. I took a deep breath and tried to relax away the discomfort, but then something gave and I knew his cock head had slipped deeper into me as I felt my sphincter slowly slide further down onto the root of his cock.  

A deep groan escaped me. 'Oh God. Oh fuck. That's it. That's it. That's all of it. Fuck yes.' I'm sure the looks of delight on Dan and Shell's faces mirrored mine. For my part I was particularly pleased with how easy that had been, and excited at the prospect of getting more into the deep anal I lusted for.

The delight was short-lived. 'Pull it out.' Dan did. 'Now get it back in.' He slid smoothly back in but again came up just that bit short, but only for a moment before I felt his cock-head squeeze in deeper.  

'Again. C'mon, 10 more times. Faster.' I tried to spread a bit further, to be more inviting, but whether that worked for Dan or not was immaterial, he pulled his cock out and rammed it back in hard. It didn't go all the way and it hurt, and he must have seen it in my face because he pulled back a bit.  

'No babe,' I told him, before Shell could. 'All the way. Don't stop till it's all the way. Please. Wreck it.'

'That's right Dan, help wreck that slut's arse. This is the only chance you'll get with your cock, then we'll hand it over to the real men.' Dan forced his way in again, then again, and again. 'That's it, that's how to fuck a piss whore like your wife. In to the balls every time. That's how you like it, isn't it slut?'

'Y-yes, yes Mistress,' I gasped as Dan continued to stuff his cock into me, all resistance now gone. Truth be told, I wasn't really getting any physical pleasure from this, but the mental degradation had my cunt bubbling. Like with the anal fisting, my body was being forcibly modified, and of course that's exactly what I wanted, though I hadn't suspected that Shell had it in her to be quite this wonderfully abusive.  

'Right, that'll do. Move back. You, get on your knees.' Dan stepped away and I slid back onto the floor, shaking with adrenaline.  

'Now, listen! Push all of your cock down her throat. Don't make me tell you twice.'

This time Dan stepped up with more purpose and my mouth opened as his cock hit my face, then it went in, and he just pushed and pushed till it was in my throat again. 'Again. Again. Again. That's more like it. You can stop now. I wouldn't want you enjoying that too much.'

'OK, I'm going to have a shower. You, cuck-cunt, you need to finish pissing down that slut's throat. Make sure she drinks it all. And a tip for you, if you want to be nice to her, you'll want to do better with your hydration in future. You, piss-whore, once he's drained, get this floor cleaned by the time I'm out so you can dry me off. Then I'm going back to bed.' Leaning into the shower enclosure she flipped on the water, then turned back to us while waiting for it to run warm. 'Well?'

I was still on my knees so I just looked to Dan. 'Give it to me babe. Every drop.'

He looked sheepish again but shuffled across, put the end of his cock in my mouth then pulled faces and stared into space as he tried to remember which nerves turned the tap on, so to speak. A trickle, then a spurt, like a big cum blast, and another and another. It was strong and distinctly unpleasant but I kept swallowing and swallowing, aware of Shell watching as she soaped herself in the shower, till at last Dan was finished, his cock still straining as I sucked away the last drops.  

'Go and make the bed,' I urged him quietly and he quickly wiped his feet dry on one of the previous day's towels then went on his way as I got the cleaning stuff out from under the vanity. Fortunately, the en-suit has a drain in the floor, so it was just a case of cleaning up the piss puddles on my knees and repeatedly rinsing out the floor cloth, then a spray with disinfectant cleaner and another wipe around, all the time under shell's gaze.  

Once done I rushed to brush my teeth and to rinse with mouthwash, then laid out a clean shower mat and finally stood ready with a clean towel as Shell finished rinsing off. When done she stepped out and turned for me to wrap the towel around her, then she turned again and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me into a long, slow and sensuous kiss.  

When she finally broke off the kiss she still held me, and whispered in my ear, 'You liked that, didn't you?' 

And like so many things, while the doing of it had been largely unpleasant, the having done it was magnificent. I'd taken Dan's massive cock all the way into my throat and all the way to the balls in my arse. 'Yes, yes, thank you Mistress. Thank you for, for helping me to be better.'

'Good. Now dry me off, then you can do my moisturiser.' Drying her was sheer pleasure, examining her superb body in close detail as I gently patted her dry, and was awarded the pleasure of licking the crack of her bum dry.  

As you'd imagine, Shell supplied all my skin products, so I had the same things she used. That took a few minutes, at the end of which I got another deep, slow kiss.  

Finally, we walked back through to the bedroom where Dan had made a half decent attempt at making and turning down the bed. He stood there fidgeting, but his cock was still hard, and just as I'd wondered about my unending horniness a dirty time before, I wondered what it was doing to my husband.  

Shell sighed and sat at the foot of the bed, yawned, then snapped her fingers to bring her slaves to kneel at her feet.  

'I'm going back to sleep. You two can sleep on the floor. We don't want piss on the sheets, do we? Dan, don't forget, fist that slut wife of yours good and hard in the cunt for at least half an hour. Try to do it quietly. Then get some sleep, tomorrow, well, today, is going to be a big day.' The stress she put on the word 'big' gave me tingles, and getting another fisting was the icing on the cake.  

'Now, kiss my feet.' We did; with a genuine sense of adoration I thought. Then she stood, tuned around and bent over. 'Kisses.' We kissed her bum, then she crawled away up the bed, throwing back a couple of pillows before she settled down and was softly snoring in seconds.  

Dan crawled over to where a throw was draped across a chair and brought it and a bottle of lube back, then we snuggled down on the rug and kissed for ages, me reaching to squeeze his balls, only then noticing that the stretcher and ring had been taken off. I squeezed and Dan groaned, quietly but not quietly enough. Shell murmured something and moved around on the bed a bit as Dan and I froze and held our breath, looking into each other's eyes, but then she returned to her soft and slow sleepy breathing.  

Dan and I breathed deeply and relaxed again. 'Let's go downstairs babe,' I suggested. I need a drink anyway.' He nodded and like school children we crept down to the kitchen, I got a big glass of water, and then we tiptoed into the lounge.  

'How are you feeling,' Dan asked me a we say on the sofa, concern in his voice. 'You sort if fainted earlier.'

'I'm fine baby, it was just too much for my brain. Literally blew my mind.'

'Yeah, wow, what a fucking day! I literally couldn't believe my eyes when I came in after work!' He chuckled under his breath.  

'I know. To be honest, I was pretty sure she was going to want to get involved, you know, after she caught me that time, but I didn't think it would start like this. Are you OK with it babe. I threw you right under the bus, I know.'

'Oh Mel, this is fantastic!' It's like winning the lotto! Is no idea, would never have guessed that Shell would be, well, like this.'

'Me neither. She's so, so, so fucking dominant! Anyway, how do you feel babe? You've never been fucked like that before. Not that big or that hard.'

'It was.... sort of.... difficult at the start. Like, too much, but it got better. I defo want it again. I'm so fucking horny thinking about it now.'

'Me too,' I whispered back, and we kissed again, him squeezing nipples, first one, then the other, and fiddling with the piercings. Then after a few minutes he pushed his fingers into my cunt and I could feel how wet I was - I was still buzzing a bit about taking his cock down my throat but was elated to have had him so deep in my arse - but I reached down and pulled his fingers away. 'Your fist baby,' I whispered. 'Just give me your fist.' I heard him uncap the lube but I reached out and stopped him again. 'No babe,' I whispered, 'You won't need lube. Like with your cock before, just push it all the way in in one go. Please. Force it if you have to. Do it. Do me. All the way. Please.'

I slid my bum to the edge of the seat and pulled my legs back, opening myself up for him and Dan slid himself onto the floor in front of me. His eyes seemed to search mine for a moment, but then he evidently made up his mind and I felt his fingers and then his knuckles pushing into me, hard and unrelenting. I grasped his wrist and pulled and as I did, he twisted back and forth, boring into me, deeper, pulling cruelly at my labia rings, and then he was in and my cunt relaxed around his wrist.  

I wanted it hard from the outset but I couldn't help just taking a moment for a couple of breaths before grasping his wrist. 'Now babe, make a fist.' I could feel him do it. 'Now push in as deep as you can.' He did and I could feel the stretch as he tried to push my cervix into my uterus. 'Now out, slowly, slowly,' I whispered and with my hands on his wrist I eased him out till the biggest part of his clenched fist was at the tightest part of my cunt opening. 'Now, that's the stroke length babe. Now, ram it in hard.' He pushed in deep. 'No!' I hissed, 'Ram it! Hard!'

Again his eyes searched mine. 'Please babe, I need you to help me with this.' In the dim lamp-light I could see him look even more puzzled. 'Wreck it baby. Help me ruin my cunt. C'mon, let's do it. Let's make it so loose it'll never be worth a fuck again.'

'Are you sure?' He clearly wasn't but I could hear the pent-up lust in his voice, my perversion fuelling his need, overriding his normal super-sensible demeanour.    

'Fuck yes. Absolutely. I want to expose myself to guys and see their face when they see the big slut rings. I want guys to stick their cocks in my cunt and feel how loose it is, and I want to see the look on their face when they do. I want to see it when they realise what a useless fuckhole it is, then I can offer them my arse and my face. I want them to see the piercings and my fake tits and my wrecked cunt and know what a slut I am. I want to go full-on anal only babe. I want to stretch that too, I want to go huge, but I want guys to only want to fuck my arse babe. Oh, I want so much cock in my arse.'

For a long moment he just looked into my eyes as his brain ran through all the implications, but I could see his uncaged cock was as rigid as ever and knew he wouldn't be able to deny me.  

He took a breath, then rammed his fist into me, hard this time, making me gasp, then withdrew to really stretch me, paused, and rammed back in. He slowly built-up speed, went quicker but never too quick, and he never took his eyes off mine as he helped me punish my cunt.  

For a long time I just lay there letting my brain liquefy as Dan kept up his remorseless machine-like bludgeoning of my cunt, the only sound the squelching of my cuntflesh, but eventually half an hour rolled around on the mantelpiece clock.  

'Nearly half an hour babe,' I told him quietly.  

Dan's expression became grave, serious and earnest at the same time. 'I can keep going. If you want me to.'

'Thank you babe, thank you. Just a bit longer. I'm so lucky, so glad you want to ruin it babe, that you want me to be an anal slut.'

My words had the usual effect on Dan and he started to increase his pace a little.  

'You're such a good cuckold babe. It's such a turn on to see you get so hard because I'm a slut. I love seeing you so hard and desperate. Shell loves it too. She's been so impressed by you, i just know that she's going to fuck you and fuck you today. Are you looking forward to that?'

He actually blushed a bit I think, but his nod was an emphatic yes and his fist in my cunt went faster and faster in tune with his excitement.  

'Oh yes, wreck it, wreck it. Oh God, thank you. You want it too, don't you? You want to help me be an anal slut, don't you babe? You do want to be my cuckold, don't you?' I was babbling again. To horny to hold a train of thought for long.  

'Yes, oh fuck yes. You need so much cock. When's the next stray? Which one?'

'Monday. The young one again, Adam, after lunch. God, I can't wait.'

'Again?'

'Yes, oh yes, he'd do me every day if I let him, and I really want to let him. I need to give him more time babe.'

'What do you mean?' Dan whispered back, never slowing his rhythm for a moment.  

'He just so keen, has so much energy. I want to let him fuck me till he's had enough, not till we run out of time.'

Dan considered that for a moment, still hammering away at my cunt. 'How long do you think he'd go for?'

'Oh babe, I don't know. Maybe a fourth time? Maybe he'd just take his time and still do me three. I just want to let him decide.' Dan just nodded, accepting everything I said.  

'When are you getting more stays? New ones?' 

'Soon babe, soon. It'll be so good. Your fist, your fist is so good. Oh fuck it's ruining me.'

It went on and on and on, remorselessly pounding my cunt into an unfuckably slack hole. I did of course know that, given time, it'd go back to being just an average vagina, but it wasn't going to get time. It was going to get wrecked every day.  

And then there was my arse, and I think that was the moment that I finally accepted that I genuinely wanted to go anal only in a big way, that I was hopelessly addicted to having something really stretching my ass, and that I wanted to go as big as possible. I knew I'd never be able to go Siswet big, I'm so much smaller than she is, but if she could take 40 cm circumference then I didn't think that a target of 30 cm was too ambitious, and I already had my eye on some big toys.  

All of this went through my mind on a few bare moments, but my mouth said 'I want to give up work baby.'

'Really?' Dan's expression was sort of questioning but in a positive way. He'd actually suggested it a couple of weeks before. 'Why do you say that now?'

'Well, I, err....' It was hard to think with Dan's first rearranging my internals, but I tried to articulate. 'Like you said, we don't need the money, and you were right that I need to dedicate more time for the strays babe, to be more available for them, but now there's Shell too, and I think she going to want a lot of attention. Then there'll be more strays, and the wanking thing, I hope. God, I hope my Master will help me with that.'

Me being me, I had to push things a bit, just to see how Dan would react. 'Really, to be fair to them, they should be able to have me any time, any day, as often as they like. Don't you think babe?'

Dan's face was a picture. He knew that something like that couldn't really work, but he undoubtedly found the idea of an extended group of perverts having effectively unfettered access to me a huge turn-on - my cunt would start steaming if he fisted me any faster, or I'd cum, one or the other, so I got him to stop and, after a breather, he withdrew his hand, leaving my cunt gaping and us both exhausted.  

Slowly, Dan mostly towing me by one hand, we crept back up to the bedroom, cuddled up under the throw at the foot of our bed, and I fell almost instantly into a deep sleep, sore but incredibly satisfied and content.