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SLUT-2-FUCK
PART FOUR: DRESS REHEARSAL
Author’s Note:
To any readers who are having problems with the formatting or punctuation of this story, I have posted it to a couple of other story sites, where you may find it easier to read.
Story so far:
As told in Chapter One (‘Setting the Scene’), Sam is a personal trainer to a married couple named Laura and Chris. Her training of them quickly develops from fitness training to sexual instruction and soon she moves into their home and begins taking over their lives. In Chapter Two (‘Assembling the Cast’), Sam assumes full time control, emptying their bank account, and keeping Chris in strict chastity, whilst starting Laura out in a lucrative career.
In Chapter Three (‘Following the Script’), a list of FAQs introduce Laura’s new life under Sam’s supervision. One day, Steve, an ex-school buddy of Chris, stumbles across Slut-2-Fuck’s online profile, giving Sam another opportunity to ratchet up the humiliation levels for her married servants.
Sam is only 23, 5’6” of trim muscle, with new enhanced boobs, citron-yellow hair and an elfin-face. Laura is a pretty 27 yr old green eyed brunette with a 34D chest and great legs. Chris is also 27 with caramel hair, brown eyes, spectacles and he now lives in a steel chastity tube. Steve is 28, with brown eyes and handsome, faintly villainous good looks.
“Chris, get some wine, and Laura, see what’s on TV. A horror movie or something ?”
Steve whistled. “Hey, nice place, Chris. You’re obviously doing okay.”
Laura cringed. This was all going wrong. Sam even seemed to be enjoying their embarrassment. How the hell could they explain the bedrooms to Steve if he went upstairs.
She switched on the TV and selected the movie channels. Behind her, Sam had sunk into the sofa and Steve was perusing the bookshelves, snooping through their possessions. Chris came in with glasses and a bottle of wine.
“How about some porn ?” Sam giggled. “Have you got any porn ?”
“No.” Laura replied, settling on a movie channel. “How about this ?” It was some old black and white film with a werewolf in it.
“No porn ?” Steve frowned. “That’s not like you Chris. You never had your dick out of your hand when we were younger.”
Everybody laughed, but it was a barbed comment. Laura blushed.
“What about home-made ? Surely you and the missus have filmed yourselves ?”
Chris smiled weakly and passed Steve a full glass. “Nope. Not us.”
Laura caught Sam’s eye and her heart filled with dread. She knew what Sam was going to say before she said it.
“Check inside that book there, Steve. I’ve saw some discs hidden there once.”
There was stunned silence.
“This one ? Here we are.” Steve held up three silver discs triumphantly. “Secret stash.”
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Q11. Can Slut-2-Fuck be used bareback ?
A11. Sadly, the risks involved in lower hole use without condoms are too great. Much as it would be preferable to allow every stranger to use her as a cum dump, protection is necessary for everybody’s health, except for oral.
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Chris sat helplessly in a dining chair and waited. It was the same chair he had humped his dick against the most recent time he’d been allowed to cum.
He didn’t know which of Laura’s escapades he was about to witness on screen, but whatever, he knew it would be excruciatingly embarrassing. And once Steve knew, then pretty soon everybody else would know. The idea of being ‘outed’ terrified him. And yet he could feel his cock tightening inside its steel cage.
“You have a nice young visitor today.”
He recognised Sam’s voice coming out of the TV speakers. The image was grainy, soft focus. A title appeared on screen in large red letters:
‘Slut-2-Fuck Number IV’
The title dissolved and was replaced by a second line:
‘The slut entertains her husband’s Friend’.
“He’ll start with one of your best blowjobs.”
It was Sam’s voice again. The picture slowly sharpened into focus. Laura was hooded but he knew immediately it was her. She was kneeling on the rug in just a quarter cup bra that was too small for her, and a thong.
He looked over at the sofa. Sam and Steve were grinning back at him. Laura was sitting on the floor between them, hiding her face in her hands.
“Mmm.” A deep voice murmured. “Lick my balls, Laura.”
Chris realised it was Steve a second before he saw him on screen. Laura’s hands reached out blindly on screen. It was obvious she’d done this kind of thing before. She unbuckled his belt and tugged down his zip.
“Come here.” Steve called over to Chris, curling a finger.
His legs felt shaky. He slowly got up out of his chair. It all made sense now. The accidental meeting. Steve joining them. Coming back here. It had all been pre-planned. His fate had been sealed. Sam was such a wicked bastard.
“Kneel down there and make a footrest for me.”
There had already been moments when Chris resisted inside. The turmoil of battle between his heart and his head. This was another one. He didn’t have to obey Steve. He could tell him to fuck off. Right here. Right now. This was his house.
But he got down on all fours like a dog, in front of the sofa, right next to his wife, facing the TV.
On screen, Laura was licking Steve’s balls while he was winking lasciviously at the camera.
“Your mistress tells me you’re married, Laura ?”
“Mmm.”
Somehow Chris couldn’t tear his eyes from the screen. Then he felt Steve’s heavy feet on his back. He was a fucking footstool for a guy he’d known all his life !
“His name is Chris ?” Steve asked onscreen.
“Mmm.”
“This is a good bit coming up.” Sam said. “Laura, get in the same position alongside Chris and make a footstool for me too.”
Like a fucking automaton, his wife got out of her sitting position and squatted on all fours next to him. Her body touched his. They were both dressed but he felt himself shy away from her. They were like a pair of horses pulling a carriage. He wanted to shut his eyes but he was mesmerised.
“Lick my asshole, Laura.”
Omigod. He dry-swallowed with shame. His wife’s face was in his friend’s ass.
“Do you lick Chris’s asshole ?”
Sam and Steve both laughed hysterically behind him. Sam’s feet were stretched out over Laura’s back. They were drinking wine.
Laura mumbled a negative reply from the depths of Steve’s anus.
“Liar. She used to.” Sam answered Steve’s onscreen question, poking the back of Laura’s head. “Didn’t you ? Briefly. When I began both your training.”
“Y ... yes.”
His wife’s voice was barely a whisper. She nodded her head once.
“But she prefers other guys’shitters now, don’t you ?”
There was a short silence. Everybody waited for Laura’s hushed response.
“Yes..... I do.”
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Q12. Is my age a barrier ? Are my looks a barrier ?
A12. Not at all. Strictly no minors, but there is absolutely no upper age limit and there are special rates for pensioners over 65. Your own looks should be of no concern at all. Slut-2-Fuck is an equal opportunities service provider ! Whatever your age over 18, gender, weight, physical appearance or ethnic origin, the slut is there to serve all without hesitation. Whites, Blacks, Arabs and Asians are all welcome. Overweight, lonely or inexperienced men are especially encouraged to pay a visit. Married men looking for a nasty activity their wives won’t tolerate can always rely on Slut-2-Fuck to provide it. The location has wheelchair access and Slut-2-Fuck will happily cater to disabled persons.
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Laura could hardly bear to watch.
She remembered the first time she met him. It was at a party Chris took her to. She met lots of his mates that night. But Steve had looked at her with those eyes of his. She’d felt them appraising her, checking her mouth, her cleavage, her body out.
She was much younger then but any woman instinctively knows. There are men for whom their friendship with a mate is more important than anything. And there are men who will fuck that mate’s woman without a thought for the friendship. Steve fell into the latter category.
So she had always kept him at arm’s length.
Until ... he was fucking her like a dog.
The film had been edited by somebody. At least two cameras, two angles. One obscenely displayed his muscled buttocks as he slammed into her. She could remember how good it felt.
She squirmed with shame, sensing Chris’s body adjacent to hers. Seeing her. It was blatantly obvious how much she was into it.
She certainly hadn’t been faking it for once as she shrieked in a disgusting, disgraceful, wonderful, toe-curling orgasm.
She watched Steve onscreen wink arrogantly directly at the camera lens. He’d obviously known then she’d be watching him now.
“Oh Laura.”
The picture blurred as a tear of self knowledge rolled down her cheek.
She still wanted this. However, terribly things may turn out. She felt like a junkie must, in the days when they still have some kind of choice: the peaks and troughs of a life with drugs versus the monotony of a life without highs.
She watched Steve ram his length into her and throw his head back.
“And Chris.” He hollered.
She felt as if a syringe of submission had just been injected into her vein.
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Q13. I am a female bisexual / lesbian / domme, etc, can I book Slut-2-Fuck ?
A13. Of course, lesbian use is encouraged. Prices are discounted by 50% from comparable male charges. Slut-2-Fuck is not physically attracted to normal females but all services are provided regardless, including strap-on (all holes), oral and analingus, watersports, foot worship and other F/f fun.
*** *** ***
Sam slept with Steve in her double bed.
She no longer thought of the bed, or the room, as Chris and Laura’s. She wasn’t borrowing them any more. They were hers now. It was her double bed.
She had enjoyed normal, vanilla, almost romantic sex with Steve. After the alcohol and excitement, they undressed feverishly, kissing each other hungrily. But Sam managed to control their pace. She stopped to light candles, to explore each other’s fit bodies, before he thrust into her urgently from underneath.
They didn’t discuss Chris and Laura until afterwards.
“You’re mine.” She said, her head resting on his shoulder in the dark, twiddling his chest hairs gently in her fingers.
He pulled her to him. “You were much better than her.”
Sam snorted. “Don’t think flattery is going to get me to lick your asshole.”
He laughed, before a moment’s silence.
“Thank you for the most brilliant evening.”
Sam felt warm inside. “The first of many, I hope.”
He kissed the top of her head. “You think Chris will stomach it ?”
“Chris !” she giggled. “Of course he will. But it will still be fun trying to push him too far.”
She felt him hardening against her thigh.
“That idea excites you, huh ? Pushing Chris to his absolute limit ?”
He gasped as her hand encircled his erection, until he was ready for round two.
“What about Laura ?” he asked, climbing on top.
“You can do whatever you like to her.” Sam sighed, as he slid between her legs.
“Well, except this.”
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Q14. Is Slut-2-Fuck available for parties ?
A14. Absolutely. Group use is encouraged and is the most cost effective way to enjoy Slut-2-Fuck (on a per person basis). She is available for all male, female, and both-gender groups, for striptease, lap dancing, bukkake, gangbangs, stag and hen parties, etc. all at discounted rates.
*** *** ***
Over the weekend, Steve moved in.
He brought a couple of suitcases of clothes, a few books, car magazines, a few gadgets, his wash bag. Chris carried everything up to Sam’s bedroom and unpacked the clothes and toiletries and put them away for him.
“Thanks mate.” Steve said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
“That’s okay.”
“Hey.” Steve said, standing at the bathroom toilet to piss. “Show me your chastity thing. Go on. Pull your pants down.”
Chris hesitantly undid his belt.
Steve shook his own dick dry and tucked himself back in. He left Chris standing there with his pants round his knees while he washed his hands and dried them. Then he bent down and peered closely at Chris’s hairless groin.
“Shit, that looks tight, mate. Does it hurt ?”
Chris blushed crimson. “Not really. Only when ... you know ...”
Steve reached out and flicked the steel tube gently.
“I hear Sam keeps you on a pretty tight leash ?”
“Yeah. Most of the time.”
“You’ve fucked her.”
Chris nodded, with a hint of manly pride. “Yeah, several times.”
Steve stood up and looked directly into Chris’s eyes, like two boxers head to head at a weigh-in.
“Well ...” He reached into his pocket and showed Chris the key in his palm. “There’s a new sheriff in town.”
Chris blinked, and lowered his gaze.
Steve chuckled. “And your leash has just been tightened.”
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Q15. Is there a maximum number for a gangbang ?
A15. The only limits on numbers are physical space and time. Generally ‘the more, the merrier’. However, gangbang slots can get booked up well in advance so, if you are planning a special event, get in touch early to avoid disappointment. A minimum of 5 minutes per banger applies to all bookings.
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“Please, Ma’am. May I go to the toilet ?”
Sam looked up from her I-pad. She had just purchased it. Those greedy Apple people hadn’t even given her a discount for cash.
“I’m busy. Ask Steve.”
She smiled inwardly as Laura shuffled over to Steve who was reading some car mag. Sam had warned him about the strict toilet regime she kept both slaves on during weekends.
“Please, Sir. May I go to the toilet ?”
Sam pretended to look intently at her screen but secretly listened to their conversation.
“Why ?” he asked impatiently.
“B ... because I need to go, Sir.”
There was a long pause, during which Steve flipped over pages of his mag.
“What ? Piss or shit ?”
“Both, Sir.”
“Both !” He mocked in a hoity-toity voice. “And when did you last take a shit, Lady Muck ?”
Sam smiled. Laura paused. “Er ... yesterday morning.”
“Twice in two days.” He looked across at Sam. “Is that okay ?”
Sam replied without looking up. “It’s a sign she’s eating too much.”
Steve laughed. “Okay. Go upstairs and wait there for me.”
Sam pressed ‘buy’ to download a new track from I-tunes. She watched Laura trudge off upstairs. She had already sent Chris off on a 15-mile run. After all, she was still their personal trainer !
Steve got up, came over and bent down to kiss her.
“Mmm.” He said, appreciatively. “How shall I play this ?”
“However you like. She hates the indignity. Of performing in public.”
“I might get her to earn it. Suck me off first ? Unless ...”
Sam patted the front of his jeans. He was hard. She smiled at him indulgently. “Sure. Make her blow you. Then you’ll last longer later with me, horny boy !”
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Q16. Can Slut-2-Fuck dress as I require for a session ?
A16. Of course. Please send full details at the time of booking of how you want her prepared and dressed. She has a wide and growing range of outfits and items for all fetishes; leather, PVC, wife, whore, slave girl, schoolgirl, secretary, etc.
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On Monday morning, Chris was leaving for work at 6.30 as usual.
Steve came downstairs yawning, rubbing his eyes. He was dressed in track pants and bare-chested.
“Thanks, mate.” He said, helping himself to the mug of coffee Chris had just brewed.
“Er ...” Chris paused, hoping that Steve would realise. There wasn’t time to make another.
He watched Chris blow on the scalding liquid and take a sip.
“They make you start too early, mate.” Chris said. “You know me. I was never the office type. I couldn’t stick that routine, day in day out, like you do.”
Chris gave up on the coffee and poured himself a glass of tap water instead.
“I’ve got to go.” He said.
“Hold on.” Steve snapped. “Wish me a nice day.”
“Have a nice day ... Sir”
Steve smirked at him, reaching into his track pants to scratch his balls, farting loudly.
“I will.” He winked. “And I’ve got some special plans for your missus.”
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Q17. Can I negotiate a discount ?
A17. Sorry, discounts are never offered to individual males on their first visit, so please don’t ask. Mistress’s rates for Slut-2-Fuck’s services are already much cheaper than those set by anybody else offering comparable levels of ‘companionship’. However, Mistress offers (i) loyalty discounts for repeat customers (ii) group rates and discounts for married m/f couples (iii) Pensioner discounts for men over 65 and huge discounts for over 75s (iv) special rates for all females of whatever age or colour, usually half the male equivalent rate.
*** *** ***
Sam sprawled on the bed kissing Steve.
He was alongside her, his tongue coiled in hers.
Between Sam’s widespread thighs, Laura was hunkered down, slurping every drop of both Steve’s loads from her pussy; the stale deposit from the night before and the fresh batch he’d just deposited in her before breakfast. Phew, she needed a nice shower.
But there was no rush. They had the whole day before them. A manic Monday.
“Mmm.” Steve pulled his head back, grinning at her.
She let her head fall back on the pillow and looked up at the ceiling. She was going to cum again soon. Now she’d stopped kissing Chris she noticed the wet slurping sounds being made by Laura’s lips. She smiled dreamily.
Laura’s tongue was doing all the work. Sam arched her back and eased her thighs open as wide as they would go. She tightened her muscles to squeeze out any last gobs of Steve’s cum and turned to look into his eyes again.
“Cum.” He whispered in her ear, nibbling her lobe.
She forced her own eyes to stay open so she could share the exquisite moment with him as she climaxed noisily. This was the life she’d always wanted.
After a hot soapy shower, she towelled herself dry and put on a new silk gown she’d bought herself from an expensive department store. She looked in the mirror, admiring her new cleavage, and put on some blush and mascara.
By the time she got down to the kitchen, Laura was bustling about in her underwear. Her hair was wet and her skin had goose-bumps. The weather was chillier now but it was too early to waste money turning the central heating on.
Sam sat while Laura poured her a cup of peppermint tea and served half a grapefruit.
“If you’re cold, move faster.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Laura’s shower had been freezing and the threadbare towel didn’t dry her properly. Not that it mattered. She would warm up soon enough !
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Q18. Is Slut-2-Fuck available on her own ?
A18. Never. Due to the nature of the sessions, her Mistress is always present, but be ensured she stays in the background and encourages full use of the slut.
*** *** ***
At 10.30 a.m., the first of Laura’s clients that day arrived. Sam greeted him, took the ‘tribute’ cash, and settled into the background as usual.
Steve had the screen upstairs on mute. He watched from Sam’s bedroom so the punters wouldn’t be aware of his presence. He was just extra security if the ladies needed any. Sam told him she thought that the volume of Laura’s business could safely increase now Steve was on the team too.
He was glad he’d already given Sam a good seeing to, otherwise he’d have been tempted to jerk himself off. It was shocking, but exciting, watching Laura get down on her knees to blow a complete stranger. The guy was young, late 20s, and not as bad looking as most he’d seen in the albums. Laura was unmasked and so she and the punter could see each other’s faces.
Steve’s view was controlled by Sam. She had a remote handset that controlled the hidden cam in the bookshelves. He studied Laura’s lips sliding up and down the guy’s shaft, feeling himself harden despite having cum earlier.
The blowjob overture lasted a few minutes but the lad had really come for an anal symphony. That’s what he was paying a premium price for. He rolled a condom onto his baton and Laura lay on her back on the sofa. Steve couldn’t hear him but gathered he wanted to bugger her nose-to-nose, so he pushed her knees up towards her ears.
It didn’t take him long. Steve smiled at his watch. By 10.46. Laura was lying in just her bra like a rag doll while the guy shucked his pants back on and Sam showed him out.
At 11.15 a.m., the second one arrived. This one was much older. Sixties. Sam had told Steve this guy was a repeat customer. He couldn’t see their greeting and cash changing hands, as it happened off screen, but he knew she’d given him a loyalty discount. Sam also liked to encourage her older clientele.
Again, Laura was unmasked and so she too could see the businessman’s red face, his jowls and belly, his pinstripe suit. He was well dressed but when he took his trousers off Steve shook his head at the dirty-white boxer shorts he was wearing underneath, billowing like some yellow-stained spinnaker sail.
Laura had dressed up in a schoolgirl outfit as instructed. Everything was arranged and negotiated by Sam beforehand, without consultation with Laura. The guy draped her across his knee, lifted her pleated skirt and admired her pert bottom in tight white cotton panties.
Steve turned up the volume on his screen and enjoyed the resounding cracks as the guy smacked his fleshy palm down six times onto her 27 yr old buttocks. Laura cried out. She wasn’t a painslut and Sam was careful that customers didn’t overstep her corporal punishment threshold.
He rolled her cotton panties down her cheeks to the top of her thighs, so he could admire his handiwork. Then he gave her six more meaty slaps on her bare backside, making Laura’s butt turn an even brighter shade of scarlet.
Upstairs, Steve couldn’t help chuckling. He got a sudden flashback to Chris and Laura’s wedding, that bit in the service when the couple exchange vows. He could still picture them standing up at the altar facing the vicar, Chris in his groom’s suit and Laura in her white wedding dress. She’d looked all sweet and innocent – and tasty – that day, as she’d sworn to forsake all other men.
After spanking her ass, the old guy had Laura undress him and roll a condom onto his erection. It appeared awkward given the size of his belly. Laura seemed relieved not to be being spanked any more. To Steve, the contrast between her lean, fit body and his large bloated bulk was somehow erotically disgusting.
*** *** ***
Q19. Does Slut-2-Fuck cum, squirt or gush ?
A19. Slut-2-Fuck has begun to be trained in strict self denial and is not allowed to reach orgasm. If you fuck her, she must grit her teeth and not cum. Please do not consider her satisfaction at all. However, be assured the slut can cum quite easily and can certainly squirt if her right buttons are pushed. If you wish to purchase a session where Slut-2-Fuck is allowed to cum / squirt, you will need to book well in advance and to pay for Slut-2-Fuck’s own orgasm. Please enquire about (very rare) dates and (very high) prices. Personally, Mistress would advise you not to waste your money on the slut’s pleasure !
*** *** ***
Chris wobbled but managed to stay upright.
It had been a frantic Friday at Lewis Mitchell, after which he’d got home to cook dinner for them all, before washing, then drying and clearing up.
Now he was standing on one leg – his right – with his left leg cocked out to his side, bent at the knee, and his left heel pressed against his right knee. It was an awkward, humiliating position to hold. And he’d been like that for 10 minutes.
Worse, he was naked, and worse still, he was masturbating himself. But he was using his wrong hand – his left – to do it, using only his thumb and index finger to manipulate his erection up and down slowly.
Steve and Sam were lying on the sofa watching a sit-com on TV. Occasionally, one of them would glance away from the screen to check up on him.
“Whoa. Slow down Tiger.” Steve winked. “You’re not meant to cum.”
Another week had passed. By now, Chris was more than desperate. Sam barely seemed to show any interest in him any longer. Of course, her cool attitude was intoxicating to him in a way. He was living the life he’d always wanted; an exploited slave, with his wife an exploited slave too. But he was exhausted and his blue balls were fit to burst.
“Fetch the ice.” Steve yawned eventually. “Let’s shrink that dicky down to size again.”
One evening the following week, Steve went out to the pub to meet somebody. While he was out, Sam instructed Chris to give her a pedicure. He fetched hot water, fluffy towels, flannel, her pedicure set and nail varnish.
He set to work and it felt like old times. He loved massaging her feet.
“I’ve been thinking.” Sam said to him.
“Yes, Ma’am ?”
“I think we should get married.”
He nearly choked. He just managed not to cut her with the toenail scissors.
“I ...”
“Look at me.”
He stared up into her eyes. She was deadly serious.
“It will be perfect.” She continued. “You will divorce Laura and marry me instead.” He blinked hard. “Don’t worry. We won’t throw her out. Far from it. We both love her. But it will be the ultimate humiliation for her. Living here as your ex and as my slut. It’s what she needs, I promise you.”
“But ...”
She put her index finger to her lips. He tried to say something. Anything. But she had this aura. Her expression was caring but firm, like a mother telling her son not to misbehave. It was as if she’d made the decision for them.
“I have arranged it all.” She said. “A quickie divorce. On grounds of adultery obviously. She’ll be in the wrong, not you. You just have to sign the decree nisi papers. In a few weeks we’ll get your decree nisi absolute and a clean break order. It’s simple.”
She twiddled her toes to indicate that he could start filing her nails.
“D ... divorce ?”
She raised her eyebrows like he was stupid.
“Duh. And a clean break. Then you and I can get a quickie marriage.”
“M ... marriage.”
Her eyes sparkled. “And then a honeymoon.” She winked.
*** *** ***
Q20. What are Slut-2-Fuck’s stats ?
A20. Age 27; Height 5’ 9”; Dress Size UK 10 / US 6; Chest 36D natural; Waist 22; Hair Colour Brunette; Eyes Green; Pubic Hair shaved completely. Shoe Size UK 6.
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Steve met the guy at a local pub. He seemed nervous, glancing this way and that.
“This isn’t a set up, right ?”
“Nah.” Steve grinned, supping his pint.
“And she’s real, this ... Slut-2-Fuck ?”
“As real as you and me, mate.”
The young guy was to be Best Man at a wedding. He was organising the Stag Night and he wanted to arrange something a little different. A bukkake party. There were sixteen lads aged only 18-22 and they had bucket loads of testosterone.
“She’ll do ... like you know ... what the profile says.”
“Anything you like.” Steve leered.
*** *** ***
“Hello Mum.”
Chris almost never phoned his mum.
“Christopher, dear. What a nice surprise.”
They made small talk a while. The usual; his job, her health, the weather.
“And how’s Laura ?”
His voice croaked. He nearly chickened out. He pictured Sam’s stern face to give him strength.
“Er, not so good.”
“No ? Not good ? What’s the matter with her ? She’s not ill ?”
“No mum. It’s just ....”
He couldn’t say it. His dad had walked out on his mum. Now he was telling his mum that he was doing the same, even if it wasn’t true.
“You’re leaving her, aren’t you ?”
He gulped, relieved he didn’t have to say the words.
“Yes.”
“And you’ve got another woman, haven’t you ?”
He shifted uncomfortably, as his chastity tube tweaked his flesh.
“Yeah, mum. I have.”
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Q21. Are all the photos and film clips on Slut-2-Fuck’s profile real ?
A21. Slut-2-Fuck’s public and private galleries feature real action with real people. Some facial features have been blurred to protect client identities but nothing has been faked. You will not be able to take photos or film of a session with your own camera. However, if you agree to be photographed or filmed with Mistress’s own equipment, then you are welcome to have or to purchase digital or print souvenirs and clips after they have been edited. A one-hour session includes one free photo and a two-hour session includes two free photos. Further stills and movie clips are charged at very reasonable prices.
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Laura’s head was filled with shame. Her body oozed with lust.
Sam surveyed her calmly as she pumped the 12-inch dildo in and out of her pussy. Laura remembered the time that she couldn’t even get the thing inside herself. Now it was like a haute couture dress that had been made to measure.
“Whoa. Slow down Tigress.” Sam winked, echoing Steve’s phrase.
Laura blinked and tried to control her breathing. Nowadays, Sam didn’t allow her to climax, even with customers, unless they paid extra. Most preferred to save their money.
“I’ve been thinking.” Sam said to her.
“Yesss.” She hissed, so near to reaching the summit.
“You and Chris are going to get divorced.”
Laura’s brain swam with confusion. “Wh ... ?”
“It’s all arranged; signed and sealed.”
“But ...”
“Look at me.”
Laura gasped, nearly choking. The vibrating dildo was reaming her drenched insides. She used to only be able to climax from clitoral stimulation but now she could cum just about any way. She tried to focus on Sam’s fuzzy, smirking face.
“Life isn’t a dress rehearsal, my dirty slut. You only get one chance to live it to the max. To live out every one of those fantasies. So ... tell me you agree.”
Laura choked. She had been so near to the summit for so long. The view was amazing. She could see for miles and miles. She couldn’t speak. She fixed her gaze on Sam’s face and fluttered her eyelids in agreement.
“Go on then. My little divorced slut. Now you can cum !”
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Q22. Can I cum more than once in a session ?
A22. By all means. The more cum the better. You are encouraged to cum as many times as you want and are able to manage during the time booked. If you are trying to cum one last time when your booking time finishes, you will be allowed an extra minute or two to complete the job. Mistress is not a clock watcher ! Remember that all cum should be swallowed by Slut-2-Fuck.
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Needless to say, Sam had never watched a bukkake party before.
The cameras were rolling so it could later be posted on Slutload and YouPorn. In the end 19 young lads came and not one of them was married yet. The groom didn’t seem to care that his future missus might see him sowing his oats the weekend before their wedding.
They were a wild bunch. They’d been drinking for an hour already and were lewd, loud and laughing at anything. When they saw Laura tied onto the table with her face up, her neck hanging over the edge, they exploded into wolf whistles and catcalls. Sam and Steve showed them a bucket full of iced beers and vodka coolers and they seemed unsure whether to go for the booze or the woman first.
Laura was topless, dressed in just a thong, suspender belt, fishnets and heels. They hadn’t paid to fuck her but Sam might give the groom a freebie wedding present later. In the meantime, she was going to guzzle their young, thick porridge.
A few of the boys were a bit shy around each other at first but the booze helped. Soon they were stood around Laura’s head, groping her D-cup tits and pinching her nipples, jerking themselves off. Sam had told them earlier to insist on open-mouthed service.
The first one to cum, spewed copious ropes that uncoiled all over Laura’s neck, face and dangling hair. He was a tall, leader-of-the-pack type and everybody applauded and patted him on the back. Sam checked the screen. Steve had taped a mini-cam to the ceiling and it gave a great bird’s eye view of the action. Sadly, she couldn’t see Laura’s face well but she could imagine the disbelief in those green eyes.
After that, they came thick and fast. The Best Man grabbed Laura’s ears and pushed his dick between her lips as he emptied his balls. The third didn’t have time to follow him and simply spattered her eye socket, nostril and open mouth. The groom was stuck to one side and could only lean over to paint his signature over her right tit. After that, it was hard to tell who did what. It was also hard to tell who returned for seconds, or even thirds. In their late-teens and early-twenties the lads could reload like Winchester repeaters.
By the time 45 minutes had passed, Laura’s skin was pasted with creamy and translucent glaze like a gateau on a dessert trolley. Her eyelashes were stuck shut, and her mascara, eye shadow and lipstick were smeared into a bloody war zone of black, blue and red. Her tits had borne the brunt of their attacks to her body but almost everywhere above her waist was spattered with runny shrapnel.
The groom declined Sam’s offer of a free shag, probably realising that his fiancé might consider fucking a step too far if she ever saw the video. But the Best Man was happy to stand in, as the Best Man should, providing Laura was wiped down a bit with a wet flannel first. He dropped his jeans and peeled on a condom, while the lads used a kitchen knife to slice away Laura’s thong.
He fucked her with her heels, fishnets and suspender belt still on, to raucous encouragement from the crowd. Sam caught Steve’s eye and grinned. She knew that somewhere, deep in her submissive psyche, Laura would be loving this. And Sam sure as hell was. She couldn’t wait to get into bed with Steve.
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Q23. Can I use Viagra / Cialis ?
A23. Yes (but please no other drugs such as amphetamines).
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Sam knew the report about a guy who won £2 million on the UK lottery the day after his divorce was formalised. Despite the decree, his ex-wife was still entitled to half his lottery win because they hadn’t signed a Clean Break Order.
Sam had no intention of throwing Laura out on the street but she wanted that power. So she ensured the paperwork was all done properly. Laura signed the Order that gave up her right - in perpetuity - to all property, pension, savings and maintenance from her marriage to Chris. She instantly became penniless.
As soon as Chris’s decree absolute came through, he was legally entitled to marry Sam. But she delayed their wedding a few extra weeks. She wanted to marry Chris on Laura’s 28th birthday. And, naturally, Steve was delighted to accept Sam’s invitation that he act as their Best Man.
END OF PART FOUR
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