Se connecterAs 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?
As I walked through the doors of my new workplace, I was on the verge of an orgasm just through the anticipation of my day of getting used as the company slut. My pussy was throbbing and soaking wet, my clit aching with every step. I was told to sit in the waiting room and someone would come and collect me soon. I didn't want to sit as I was sure my wet pussy would leave a damp patch on the seat.‘David would be so ashamed if he knew how dripping wet his wife was on her first day,’ guilt twisted in my stomach. But the slut inside me cheered: ‘Yes, stay soaked. This is what you came here for.’Eventually, a woman named Susan came and collected me to show me around and get me settled in.“Hi there, you must be Poppy,” Susan said with a warm smile. “I’m Susan from HR. Welcome aboard. I’ll give you the full tour and help you get settled in. How are you feeling this morning?”“I’m excited… and a little nervous,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady even though my thighs were pressed t
I went about my day doing housework and going shopping.Saturday afternoon, I was sitting next to my husband watching some crap TV when my phone rang. I looked over and saw that it was my new boss.“Hello,” I answered.“Hello slut, I assume you know who I am,” he said.“Of course.”“Is your husband with you?”“Yes.”“OK, then you will just have to listen to what I say and say nothing. Right now I’m sat here watching a clip made yesterday.”I swallowed hard. ‘God damn it Poppy, your sex tape is now everywhere. Fuck, the one David has with you and Asher is shameful enough.’ The thought made my stomach twist with guilt, but at the same time a dark thrill ran through me.“The star of the film is a sexy slutty wife who, it seems, will do anything to pass an interview and get a job. I’ve just paused it as the slut is putting a cum-filled condom into her panties. What kind of nasty slut does that, do you think? Oh! right, you can’t answer. Anyway, the reason I called is to instruct you about
I sat carefully in the chair and smiled awkwardly at my husband before staring at the interviewers. This was the only part of the interview that was normal. Normal questions with normal answers. At a point, I forgot what job I was interviewing for and that I was covered in cum-filled condoms that were leaking all over my body. I soon snapped back to reality when I moved in my chair and felt a dribble of cum trickle down my thigh. When the interview was over, all 3 bosses came around the desk to shake my hand, and thank me for coming. As they shook my hand, each of them put his hand on my back, which to my husband looked professional enough, but I felt what they were doing. Each of them knew where a condom was, and he pressed it into my body, ensuring the contents spilled out over my body.I was then taken and sat back in the waiting room with the other women. All of them talking about how tough the test was and how intense they went over their cv's. I just nodded and prayed they could
After the night, I invited Asher into my home. Our Thursdays were always great. Most times Dan joined Asher and me at the motel on the interstate for an afternoon of intense sex. There was never any pretense about making love; it was always about pure sex and pleasing whomever you were with. Intens
I stood up, a little wobbly, and started unbuttoning my top slowly, teasing them both. The lace bra underneath was sheer enough that my nipples showed through. Their eyes were locked on me. I reached behind my back, unhooked it, and let it slide down my arms. My breasts spilled out heavily and my
It's Monday... At home,I sat there, swirling the last dregs of wine in my glass, staring at the dinner that had gone cold hours ago... the pasta with the homemade sauce I'd spent forever on to make a romantic dinner.And the candles? They were burned down to nubs and the wax hardened in little po
It was a Thursday afternoon, and I could feel the skimpy, sexy underwear Asher had given me hugging my skin beneath my clothes. The delicate lace thong and matching bra were a constant reminder of his instructions, to always wear them, to be ready for him. He'd whispered to me earlier that week, hi







