تسجيل الدخولI put on some comfortable baggy clothes with no underwear, carefully choosing items that wouldn’t rub against my sore pussy. The sensitivity from earlier still lingered, and I wanted nothing to aggravate it further. I went downstairs and started cooking dinner, moving through the familiar motions in our kitchen. The rest of the evening passed normally. My husband and I talked about ordinary things: work, plans for the weekend, a funny story from his day while we ate and then settled in front of the TV. It felt like any other night, comfortable and routine.The only thing out of the ordinary was a text from my boss that arrived while we were watching a show. It read: “Tomorrow morning you only need your trainers. Everything else you will need is in your locker. The gym staff will give you the key. Your locker number is 69.”I smiled quietly to myself, wondering what he had planned for me to wear. Surely it couldn’t be too extreme with my husband attending the class right beside me. I c
I stared in disbelief as Nathan stepped into the room. Chris’s 18-year-old son. My cheeks burned with shame. I had just confessed every filthy detail of my slutty story and recited that degrading quote to a 18-year-old boy. What the fuck was Chris thinking?I looked from Nathan to Chris and back again. Both of them were grinning at me…. Chris, with that knowing, amused smirk because he could see how stunned I was, and Nathan with wide-eyed excitement, like all his fantasies had just come true.Nathan spoke first, his voice eager and cocky.“Poppy, I’ve always thought you looked so fucking hot,” he said, eyes roaming over my body. “I’ve watched you sunbathing through my window since you moved down here, wishing you’d go topless. I never knew I just had to come over and tell you to get your tits out.”I knelt there on the floor, frozen, my heart hammering in my chest. Chris chuckled and stepped closer.“Now, son, I’ve shown you the slut like this today, so that when it’s your birthday n
Chris continued to slap my ass and pull on my hair as he guided me around my own house like a disobedient pet. The sharp sting of his palm echoed through the hallway with every smack, making my skin burn and my pussy throb. I could only tell where we were by the changing floors beneath my hands and knees. The cold, smooth tiles in the hall, then the soft, thick carpet of the lounge that cushioned my palms, and back to the hard kitchen tiles that made my knees ache. Round and round he led me, sometimes making me crawl slowly so he could admire the way my tits swayed, and my ass jiggled, other times yanking my hair and slapping me hard to make me speed up. His hand came down on my ass, my thighs, even the backs of my legs, each slap leaving a fresh red mark. I was dripping down my inner thighs by the time we finally stopped in the lounge."So slut, are you going to tell our guest what a slut you are?"Chris had made me learn and practice this speech that he had written up for me. The f
As Ray was thrusting hard into me and using my tits to steady himself and pull himself in deeper and harder, I turned my head to look over my shoulder. I could just see Ray, but I could also see cars driving by and even some people walking by the end of my driveway oblivious to what was happening at my front door. ‘Fuck… they have no idea Ray is balls deep in me right here,’ the guilt made my stomach twist. ‘My best friend’s husband is fucking me on my doorstep like a cheap whore.’ But the filthy slut inside me moaned: ‘Yes… let them almost see. Pound me harder, you dirty bastard.’I did enjoy it when Ray fucked me. Some guys just used my holes and never really touched me, which was good, but I enjoyed the grabbing, forceful nature of being manhandled. Ray was grabbing my tits so hard I was getting ready to cum from just that. The way he was fucking me was an added bonus.‘Squeeze them harder… make my tits hurt,’ my inner whore begged. But my orgasm was not going to happen. Clearly, R
By the time I left work that day, I had been fucked by my boss again, sucked off two of my induction tutors and flashed several workers as I practiced picking up items from the floor, one of whom had reached up and removed my panties and then left with them saying I could have them back tomorrow.I couldn’t wait to go back to work the next day to see what would be happening to me now I was officially the company slut.My car ride home was a blur for me as I kept going over my day of being fucked, groped and sucking so many cocks. I could feel a mixture of my own juices and cum leaking from my pussy and, due to my short skirt, it was leaking onto the car seat. As my husband, David, sometimes uses the car, I couldn’t let this happen, so every few minutes I had to reach down and scoop up the sticky dribble and then lick my fingers clean. This was a good way of keeping the seat clean, but was also counterproductive, as when the sticky mixture of cum touched my lips it turned me on even mo
There was a knock on the door and my boss called for the knocker to enter. I briefly stopped sucking only to have my boss push my head back down hard, making me carry on. As I continued sucking, I stopped again when I heard that the visitor was my husband David.‘What the fuck, what is he doing here?’I paused, but I was pushed to continue, and so I did. But I also listened carefully, my heart pounding in my chest.“Ah come in,” my boss said casually.“You want to see me sir?” David’s familiar voice replied.“Yes… yes take a seat. How are you?”“Good thank you sir." David paused to look at Reynold and then continued. “Erm, is my wife not at work today?”“Yes she is, she’s running an errand for me. In fact, it’s her who I want to talk to you about.”I was now licking my boss’s balls while my husband sat only a few feet away.‘Oh my god, David is right here… I’m licking another man’s balls while he’s talking to my husband,’ a huge wave of guilt crashed over me. ‘What kind of wife am I?
"Keep talking, bitch.""I'm your slut, daddy. I'm your whore. I'm your tiny little hoe. Ouuu, I fucking love the way you fuck me, daddy. You're so fucking good, daddy! Keep fucking your fucking slut's tight fucking pussy, daddy!!! Oh! Yeah… dadd… y."‘Yes poppy, he’s your daddy, and you’re not doin
Up until now, I've managed to keep my husband in the dark about this entire situation. Every single dirty secret stayed locked up tight. Every time I left the house pretending to do something innocent, every time I came back with my pussy still throbbing from getting fucked by his friends, every li
I wanted Troy to reach down and push his fingers under my thong, feel how slippery I was, feel how ready my pussy was for whatever came next. I was so far gone in the moment that nothing else existed. My old life, my husband, the promises, and the vows, they all vanished. There was only this circle
I pulled myself towards Troy's face, but he playfully resisted. My eyes started to well up with tears as the tequila continued to burn my insides. Troy put the lime back into his mouth. I jumped up on the couch and on to his lap, my knees resting on his large, muscular thighs as I grabbed him by th







