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EXECUTIVE’S SLUT – CHAPTER 6

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EXECUTIVE’S SLUT – CHAPTER 6CHAPTER 6: THE TRAININGThe transition from my home to the Baldwin’s home took almost no time, at all. He must have been supremely confident about my response to their proposal and that I would defer to his taking control because he had everything coordinated to happen. He had a realtor and an estate liquidator ready. The realtor would even contract to have certain items in the house updated to maximize the sale. The liquidator would sell or donate anything left in the house and garage. Mr. Baldwin sat me down in his home office to explain everything, even the importance of where and how to donate items for tax benefit. As their employee, I would have taxable income, not to mention bonuses, which he said might come into play later. I had no idea what bonuses might entail but I continued to nod and agree with him. My trust in him was absolute. My confidence and acceptance of him taking control was complete.Mrs. Baldwin also took charge immediately by establishing some rules and routines. She controlled my outfits to be worn around the house and my responsibilities in it. I would rise in the morning early to make coffee and prepare breakfast. I would be naked during this time until Mr. Baldwin left for work or until told to dress for the day on the weekends. Mrs. Baldwin would lay out my outfit for the day. It always included high heels. The rest might be thigh-highs only, or with a self-bra. It might be a sheer little white skirt that didn’t cover my entire butt, or a sheer white apron that hid nothing. She became very creative. But I was always exposed. When her friends came over, I was no longer another friend who they had fun with but now a servant they groped and probed. And, I welcomed it.It was a new world, a new life that revolved around arousal. But what I was getting used to was only the beginning.I served the two of them in the dining room. It was a meal I had tried for the first time and it had turned out perfectly. The dining room was set semi-formally. The table was without leaves making it an oval but not the length it could be. The spare chairs lined the wall. They were seated at the ends, the serving plates and three candles in the center. There was a routine for this, too. I would eat with them but only after serving them from each dish. There was always more if they wanted it, but I was careful to cook meals not only balanced but to a specific caloric level by serving size. If they went over, it was their choice by taking seconds. Once I served them and poured the wine, I could sit on the side between them. I was very careful to take serving sizes. Despite an increase in working out, my attention to my body drove a need to stay trim and firm. The other evening meal routine for home was our dress. Mr. Baldwin remained in his business suit until after dinner. Mrs. Baldwin changed into a dress while I finished with preparation before he returned. My dress? It was very specific and defined for me by Mrs. Baldwin. After serving them a drink after his arrival home, I would rush up to my room to change. Sometimes it would be a baby-doll, sometimes a floor-length negligee that gaped when I moved. Always it included thigh-high stockings and high heels. Sometimes, like this night, it was the thigh-high stockings, heels, and a shelf-bra that left my nipples exposed. Despite the occasional shelf-bras, panties and thongs were rarely included. They enjoyed fingering my pussy and pinching my nipples so easy access dictated the outfits I wore.Dinner was finished and I began to rise to clear the table when Mr. Baldwin stopped me. “Karen, we need to talk.” He sounded nervous. Is something wrong, I wondered? I glanced at Mrs. Baldwin and received a wink. I returned my attention back to him. “You’ve been amazing, Karen. Considering what your experience was before we started, you’ve been very open and eager. Abby and I are pleased. There is only one thing that could make us happier.”“Anything, sir.” My response was overflowing with eagerness to fully please them.He smiled. “We know that about you, dear. You are always very eager to please us. And, for the most part, you do.” I squeezed my eyebrows together with a concerned look. Most part? “Sex … you’ve progressed well.” My inexperience. Catching up with me? “Remember when we talked before? Way back when? It was your inexperience … your lack of exposure to a wide variety of sex … that was immediately identified, even by you.” I nodded. I have experienced more, though, since then. Even women. Even Sarah on my own. He glanced at his wife and must have received the signal he wanted to continue. Despite his controlling, dominant nature, it seemed they were a well-suited pair when it came to the house and their private life and I was a part of both. “Remember the group we belong to?”“Of course, sir. Mrs. Baldwin’s friends are from there.”He chuckled, “Yes, a horny group. Well, you have been the topic of much discussion there because of those women. The entire group has become quite excited to … well … have you. And, as excited as we might be to share you with them, we are also concerned for you. A new person into the group, especially a sexy woman, draws a lot of attention and interest.”I cocked my head, “Sir?”Mrs. Baldwin jumped in. “Usually the group is more like a swapping event. A woman would have one, maybe two partners. Everyone has been told you are a slut … our submissive slut. They would expect more from you.”Back to Mr. Baldwin, “When you submitted, you committed to our wishes, to learn all you could to please us and anyone we chose to share you with.”“Yes, sir. I meant it and still do. My greatest desire is to please you in every way. Anything, sir. Whatever I need to do or learn to be the slut you want, I’ll do it. Even now, my body is reacting as it always does when I think about some way that might please either of you more. What is it I need to do?”“We have found someone who will assist you … actually train you to be a better slutty submissive. You will spend three days with him. You will be used like you have never been used. What you have experienced with us will seem like nothing. But he assures us a woman could be a whore at the end of it.” I look questioningly at both of them. “We don’t want a whore or a slave, dear. We want you but a version of you that is more of a consummate slut.”Mrs. Baldwin touched my arm, “You have already evolved so much, Karen. Are you still okay with going further? For us?”I smiled, nervously, at both of them. The truth was, as nervous as I felt about what they were telling me, my body was responding to it. It was clear this was what they wanted; this would make them happy; this fit into their future plans for me. It excited me to think of pleasing them, satisfying them. The unknown was also exciting. Intimidating, but exciting. “Of course, I am willing!”* * * *I was covered in only a thin satin robe tied at the waist. My erect nipples pressed at the material and clearly identified my body’s arousal. This was the day my training would begin. Three days in the home of another man. Three days when I am expected to respond to this other man’s every command. Three days of … whatever it was that would turn me into a better or real slut, a whore if they wanted it. At least I knew the Baldwin’s didn’t want a whore or slave, merely a submissive that could act like one. I sat in the back of the car. They sat in front as we traversed the city. I was nervous as we entered a part of the city that was more run down than I had seen in a long time. Did he actually take women and turn them into whores? Or, was it just bravado, ego, macho-talk?When Mr. Baldwin pulled into a driveway, his fancy, expensive sedan was clearly out of place in the neighborhood. The house was a ranch style like many in the neighbor, probably all constructed during one of the suburban expansions of the city many decades ago when this would have been the suburbs but was now just part of the city. The house didn’t appear to be run down, but the yard lacked care. A closer look showed some trim on the house having peeling paint. The Baldwins lived in an exclusive, rich, gated community. My old neighborhood was certainly mixed, lower middle income but well cared for. This was something less.When the car stopped in the driveway, they both turned and looked at me. Mrs. Baldwin might have had a touch of concern seeping through but she quickly covered it. I didn’t give them a chance to express a crack in their resolve.“I will make you proud, sir, ma’am.”I then opened the door and moved directly to the front door. It was opening as I approached. It was early morning. Late afternoon on the third day, they would return for me. In between, I was to follow this man’s direction as if he were Mr. Baldwin. I had no clothes. He told the Baldwins I wouldn’t need any. The man who stepped out onto the cracked stoop, the man I was spending the next three days with without clothes, was the biggest black man I had ever been close to. Not fat. Just big, well over six feet and strong looking. He could have played football and might have. He looked to be in his 40’s. A little older than me. My heels clicked on the hard concrete of the sidewalk as I stepped up the two steps to stand facing him. I was told to give him my full attention so I didn’t dare look back at the car.The big man looked down at me with a smile that seemed to be saying a lot. I just wasn’t sure I wanted to know all of what it was saying. “Are you sure about this, woman?” He wasn’t even going to use my name? I nodded. “The next three days you are mine. You will merely be a cunt, a bitch, a whore, a slut. Those will also be your only names.” I held his eyes and nodded. “Okay, then … let’s take a look …” His hands moved to the tie at my waist. What, here? Outside? My mind screamed it but I released nothing. I was sure my eyes and face reflected the panic, though. He merely chuckled. He opened the robe wide and appraised my body, then slid it off my shoulders and slung it over his shoulder. I stood naked on the front stoop at 8:00 AM. His hands grasped my breasts and called them tits. His hand went down the front of my body and I opened my legs. His finger slipped along my pussy, found my hole, and his thick finger thrust inside. He smiled when he brought it out with juice covering it. He sucked the juice off and smiled, again. He opened the front door and went inside. I followed. I didn’t look back. My focus was now this man. Three days. This man.He held the door for me to enter, then closed it behind me. Naked in a strange man’s house. The small entry opened into a living room that had all the appearance of a family room with a very large flat-screen TV on the wall and masculine furniture. A small dining room was visible at the back of the house with the kitchen to the side of it. A hallway led to the right where bedrooms presumably were located. I had no more time to take that much information in when I felt his large hand press into my back between my shoulder blades. I found myself pressed over the back of a faux-leather couch. His hand slid to my lower back, holding me against the back of the couch. He kicked with his boots at my feet. I spread them wide, heard him undoing his belt, zipper, and lowering his pants. That was my first penetration by him.One hand pulled my butt-cheek to the side as his cock pressed between my legs. “A good slut doesn’t need preparation. I know you’re wet. That’s good because it’s what I expect. In this house, wet or not you’ll be fucked.” Good to meet you, too. My name is Karen. Clearly, nothing was going to be polite or considerate here. Push that out of my mind. He had one thing only in mind and I needed to catch up.The cock, which I hadn’t even seen, pressed along my slit and abruptly sank deep into my pussy due to the pressure he applied. It was large and a cried out. He laughed. “You’ll get used to big cocks, slut. Or, should I say, wanna-be-slut?” It was big. Much bigger than Mr. Baldwin and I thought his was big. This was stretched me wide. Every inch of it stretch me. My opening and every bit of my vagina inside. I never felt this full of cock. No … I felt full when Mr. Baldwin first fucked me … but this … my god! I thought he was deep inside me but he kept thrusting deeper. What does he have? A pole for a cock? His cock hit the top of my vagina, rammed against my cervix, and continued to press. More of it went in. He was opening me on the first fuck. He was pressing his cock deeper and deeper, butting it against the top of my vagina and somehow moving deeper. I orgasmed. He hadn’t even started really fucking me and I was already orgasming.He was strong and rough, not caring like Mr. Baldwin. There was something almost primal in the way he fucked me, like he was in the act of owning me through his cock. I was surprised by my reaction and equally surprised that another orgasm was rising within me as he fucked into me with absolutely no regard for me. This was a fucking in which I was truly being used. I had the sense of being used by Mr. Baldwin on occasion, but this was at a completely different level. My own orgasm, I became convinced, was inconsequential to his action. It was dominating.When he came … finally … his cum was voluminous. Spurt after spurt from his twitching, jerking, swollen cock head jammed deep inside me, jammed against the top of my vagina. My second orgasm was right there … right at the peak and it would take only a few more thrusts … he pulled out. I gasped and moaned in frustration. I body sagged completely onto the sofa back. I felt so empty and … robbed. My pussy was empty, gaping, needing. I could feel the muscles flexing around nothing … empty.Then, he barked. “Clean.”He pulled me from the sofa, spun me around, and pushed me to my knees. It sounded like a command given to a dog. A single sound to elicit a complying response. He long black cock bobbed in front of me. It must have been 10 or 11 inches long. And thicker than any I had seen. Of course, that was a short list. It glistened with our juices and a small amount of cum formed at the hole in his cock. What remained inside. I opened my mouth and took the head inside and sucked what I could that might remain. It wasn’t lost on me how I responded to the simple command. In a crazy way, it sent a chill through my body and mind. I was that close to another release and it was denied me but I was obediently attending to the cock that unceremoniously had fucked me moments after arriving and without even introduction. My God, what was going to happen in the next three days?He stood with his jeans hanging at his thighs as I tended to his cock. My own need slowly, frustratingly ebbing with the realization of the moment.His words seemed to rumble out of him from somewhere deep in his wide chest. “I don’t know what you are used to but forget it, whatever it was. I understand you are submissive and you have given yourself to be a slut to that white couple. If you think you were a slut to them, you weren’t. You might have made yourself available to them, but you weren’t a slut. But you will be. That’s why you are here. Three days isn’t a long time but we’ll make do with it. esenyurt escort If a real slut is in you, we’ll find it and let it out. Your only responsibility over the next three days is to follow direction and open yourself to what you experience. Can you do that?” Without taking my mouth away from his massive cock, I nodded. “If you can’t, we might as well stop now. I can call them back and we’ll all be disappointed but we won’t have wasted our time. So … continue or stop?”I left the cock head between my lips and mumbled, “Continue.”He chuckled. “Good. I like a challenge. Here’s the thing, slut-to-be … it’s simple, you just have to get used to the idea, let your body and mind get used to it so it’s a natural response. A slut worships cock. It’s that simple. Oh, sure, a slut worships pussy, too, but we’ll get to that later. Once cock becomes your temple, pussy just follows. As a submissive, you respond to the direction of a person … that couple in your case. But, as a slut, think of a cock as your master. Not the man attached to the cock but the cock. The cock, small or large, hard or soft is your master. You worship it, your singular desire is to please it, to make it spurt its juice into your mouth, in your cunt, in your ass, or on you. That is what a slut is for … all a slut is good for … all a slut wants.” My tongue was licking the entire length of his cock even as it began softening in my hands. “Do you understand, slut-to-be?”“Yes, sir!”He chuckled and pulled back. Pulling his jeans back up, “Good, we’ll see. There might be a real slut inside you, after all.” With his pants in place, I tentatively stood up. One of my shoes had fallen off during the fucking. I looked down for it. “You will be naked this entire time. Your heels are to be worn at all times.” I nodded. “When you aren’t being fucked or busy sucking cock or pussy, you will cook and clean and practice.”“Practice, sir?”He pointed to the coffee table. It had been right there but the abruptness of be pushed against the sofa and roughly fucked from behind made everything else invisible. There on the coffee table was an array of dildos, plugs, and vibrators. Several had suction cups attached to the bases.“Have you done anal?” I shook my head. I tried to imagine his big cock in my ass and I shivered. It wasn’t a shiver of excitement. “You will. A slut uses all her holes and she is in heaven when she can use them all at the same time when she has multiple cocks to please and worship.” Another shiver went through me. What did I think a slut was? I had no idea. I thought I was being a slut by making myself available to Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin. This is so much more. I promised I would be their slut, to obey, to learn what it meant. I won’t disappoint them! I will please them. I have to. And, I’ll show this man! I’ll show him I will be a slut! It was as if he could read me. “We’ll see.” He considered me, then looked at the table. “You did well with my cock. I’ll give you that. You only whimpered a little when I thrust it into you. A virgin ass, though. I have some dishes that need washing. First, put that small plug in your ass. There is lube on the table, too.” I moved to the table. As I squeezed some lube onto the plug and smoothed it over the shape, he added, “Don’t be waiting for me to direct you. If you aren’t being filled with cock, think about how you should practice. Practice means getting your holes used to being filled. We’ll talk about taking cock into your throat, too. The best sluts will deepthroat a cock.” I shivered stronger.When I came out of the kitchen, I found him naked sitting in front of the large TV. His cock, even soft, was long. His legs were slightly parted as he slumped on the sofa. His cock hanging between his thighs. He didn’t look up at me. He didn’t say anything. I stood for only a moment before I knew what I should be doing. I moved to him and opened his knees as I knelt between them. My hands gently lifted his flaccid cock. Worship. The new concept reverberated in my mind. I kissed the head, lifted the cock and licked the length. A drop of pre-cum had already formed and I flicked it off with the tip of my tongue, taking it into my mouth. I felt it firming in my fingers as I continued to lick and kiss its length until I took the head into my mouth and my efforts became more urgent.Worship. I sucked diligently. His cock hard in my mouth, he raised me up, turned me around, and grasped onto the plug in my ass. I groaned and grunted as he tugged on it. My inexperienced asshole was clamped onto the plug despite it being an unwelcome intrusion. Slowly, painfully, despite being the smallest on the table, my ass stretched until the plug seemed to pop out. He pulled me back and my legs bumped into his knees. I opened my legs around his as he pulled me back further causing me to shuffle back along his legs until I was hovering above his cock.“Sit down and fuck me.” He said it curtly. No asking. No offering. Just do it. Like a pornographic Nike commercial. I reached between my splayed legs to lift the head of his cock upright and lowered my pelvis to meet it. I wiggled it and my body until I felt it hit my hole. I pulled in a deep breath and slowly sank down over the head and continued down it until I pulled back up a few inches and pushed down harder. After several time and taking most of it inside, I heard his deep voice, again. “This time, slut-to-be, take all of it.”I remembered instantly. The image of his slick cock when I was ordered to clean it after that initial fuck. There had been a portion, a few inches, of his cock that had not been slick with our juices. I hadn’t thought anything about it at the time. Now, I understood. Even with all the bumping at the top of my vagina, he hadn’t forced all of it into my pussy. But he was now expecting me to do it.I gasped, groaned, and grunted alternately as I pulled up over his cock or pushed down, grunting as I pressed hard to take more cock. Like before, this cock impacted at the top of my vagina, and like before it seemed to move, elongate, or stretch me to allow more to penetrate. I leaned forward slight, my hands on his thighs as I worked my body up and down. I gasped and moaned as I rose, feeling his thick cock sliding through my clenching chamber. Then, I moaned more feeling it slide back in until I grunted when I pressed the head into the top of vagina. Over and over. Up and down. Finally, the grunting and impact pain was gone. I was sitting on his thighs. I had taken all of him, all 10 or 11 inches was inside. It was thrilling. Like a major achievement, I smiled wide and my heart burst with pride.“Harder.” I heard him command from behind me. “Fuck me hard, now.” I didn’t turn to look at him. I only started moving faster, harder, more intentionally and less tentatively. I rose and pushed down with purpose and determination. I felt an orgasm rise in me but I never falter, never paused, never even considered anything but fucking him hard, bringing him to climax.I was so intent I flinched slightly when his big hands grasped my waist. He added his own effort to mine and at the same time he began flexing his hips up to meet my downward push. My orgasm burst over me as we combined our efforts. My ass smacking into his thighs with each downward thrust, our combined groans and grunts of effort and stimulation surrounding us, seemingly hanging in the air around us. My pussy quaked and spasmed around the cock pumping in and out like a powerful piston. When he came this time, I gasped at the feeling. I felt every thick spurt of his cum. I sank down completely, filling myself with cock as it emptied into me and filling every recess and void between us.He pulled me back against his chest. I felt his chest and stomach heaving with his deep breaths the same way mine was as his hands latched onto my big breasts and, for a moment, gently fondled them. It was as if he allowed just a moment of gentle, a moment of tenderness. Then, I felt his hand move and press against my shoulder. I leaned forward at the touch. I knew … clean.I made him lunch and cleaned up after it. He was dressed, again, right after he fucked me … or, I should say, I fucked him. Anytime I was in reach, it seemed, he touched, probed, penetrated, or fondled my naked body. There was a period of time when he watched ESPN while he had me lying on the coffee table before him with my legs spread, knees pulled up, and a small diameter dildo in my hand being thrust in and out of my ass. I was reminded of the time with Mrs. Baldwin and her friends, but even being the smallest diameter available to me now it was thicker than she had used on me. I was also aware my ass would be experiencing much more before the three days were over.He moved to his computer at some point and brought me with him. I went under the table and sucked his cock while he worked on the computer. I heard him tapping keys, typing, and making sounds about whatever he was looking at and responding to.It was amazing to me how many times he could cum. It seemed he always had a ready supply of cum in his body, though the volume and power of his climax seemed to diminish over time. I heard him on his cell phone. “I need you over here.” Pause. “Yeah, as soon as you can.” He chuckled. “A white cunt.” Pause. “Just the cunt and mouth for now.”An hour later, the doorbell sounded. Distractedly, he told me to answer it. I was naked in a stranger’s house and someone at the door. I sucked a deep breath to gather my courage without hesitating too much. I tried to stand behind the door as I opened it but I heard his voice behind me.“A slut doesn’t hide. A slut is proud of who and what she is. Welcome him properly and open the outside door, too.”I stepped up to the glass outside door. Another black man stood on the stoop. He wasn’t as big but quite tall. He leered at me and smiled over my shoulder at the other man, who I still didn’t know the name of. Somehow, not knowing names made the situation that much more erotic.As the new man passed through the door, his hand dropped and stroked over my pussy mound. The two men shook hands elaborately as I closed the inside door. I shivered when I heard it, “The cunt thinks she can be a slut. That’s why she’s here. I agreed to try to do it for the couple she belongs to. We’ve been going at it but she needs a lot more fucking and sucking. Can you spend a few hours helping me?”The new guy considered me. “She’s not young, is she?”“No, but the couple isn’t either.”“She hot enough, I’ll give her that.” It was like they were talking about someone on the TV rather than me standing in front of them. “Is she any good?”“She’s new to it, obviously, but … yeah … her cunt is tight. She needs a lot more about sucking, though.” The new guy laughed.The new guy seemed to have made his decision. He grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway. I hadn’t been out of the living room or kitchen. This was new. He led me into the first bedroom, which looked like a spare bedroom by the mismatched furnishings and lack of anything personal. He stood next to the bed and seemed to wait. It took me a moment to realize he was waiting for me. That became clear with his words.“Come on, cunt. You expect me to invite you? Get my clothes off and get me hard.”I dropped to my knees fumbling with his belt and zipper as he pulled his tee-shirt over his head. I had his pants and underwear down as he pried his shoes off. I began licking and sucking his cock. It was long, not as thick as the other man’s. From behind me at the door, I heard, “Try taking him into your throat. You need to learn that. He’s smaller.” I pushed down and promptly gagged. At felt his presence at my side and his softer words provided encouragement and instruction. He talked about relaxing, breathing through my nose, releasing the fear of not getting air. He described how the nasal passage was inside the throat so taking the head into the entrance wouldn’t block air flow. Then, time breathing with taking the head further down, pulling back to take air, all while keeping the head in the throat. He made it sound easy … it wasn’t.After continuing to gag but successfully getting him straining hard, the new man pulled me up and thrust me onto the bed. I landed on my back and wiggled into the center of it. I glanced at the first man as the new man moved between my legs. This was so demeaning. I knew neither of these men, not names or who they were. All I knew was that they could do with me as they wanted and I was to do everything they wanted. Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin entrusted me to them for the express purpose of my ‘training’. The three days was to turn me into a three-hole slut. It was what I professed to be for them. It apparently was what they envisioned for me, too.The new man fucked me missionary. He quickly came by pulling out and spraying my belly. Surprisingly, he pulled out and lay on his back holding his still hard, slimy cock up. Quivering from my own orgasm, I swung my leg over him and sank quickly down its length. I gasped, his cock again bumping deep inside me sending renewed jolts through my body. His hands and fingers worked my breasts and nipples. My hands were on my thighs for stability as I raised and dropped my ass over his cock. Being his second time, he was lasting a tremendously long time. He had me turn around while staying on his cock. What a wild sensation, his cock turning inside me. As I did what he wanted, I found the first man sitting in a chair against the wall, a large mirror now facing me. The man calmly appraised me, not indicating with any reaction what he thought about my performance. My attention was drawn to the mirror, though. I watched myself fucking this stranger as if I was on the other side of the mirror and watching some other woman. It was very erotic and … if I could call it that way … slutty. My breasts bounced and swayed as I fucked on his cock with energy and purpose. The sight gave me new perspective, too. I squeezed my pussy muscles, switched my action from bouncing to grinding and a circular action. They all caused different contact, rubbing, and stroking. I came, again, sagging slightly and dropping my hands to his thighs for support, never stopping the action despite my pussy and body convulsing.I lost track of all time and perspective. I stopped being aware of the first man watching. I stopped thinking about being with strange men. I stopped wondering how I ended up alone with strangers. I only saw my image fucking the black man underneath me, my breasts bouncing, the look of lust captured in my face. It seemed like I came and came. The man didn’t. He remained hard, his cock like a perpetual fucking tool. He pulled me back and I moved my feet to lie over him. He rotated so I was on the bottom, my legs squeezed together, his cock still inside me. His cock pulled back as he repositioned himself and began thrusting powerfully into me, my closed legs creating more tightness … for both of us.It seemed like I had his cock inside me for hours, though I presumed it hadn’t been. When I felt his cock pulse and swell, my own body spiked. His climax sent a river of cum into my pussy as if the length of time fucking me had built up a huge avrupa yakası escort reservoir inside him. The powerful spurts of cum filling me sent me over the top and my body shook. It felt like I couldn’t breathe. Air came in spastic efforts.He collapsed on top of me breathing heavy, panting into the back of my head. Our naked bodies against each other, I realized how sweaty I was … how sweaty he was on top of me. He rolled to the side, his cock slowly pulling from my pussy. I heard a ‘ah-hum’ from behind me. My foggy mind registered the sound and made the association. Clean.That night, the doorbell rang, again. Naked, I went to the door with less trepidation than before. The first day of fucking and sucking two strange cocks already realigned my expectations. I had never been fucked so much or sucked cock so much. Two new men stood on the stoop. Both were black. I smiled at them and the smile was real. They both touched my naked body freely as they entered. They did that handshake thing and immediately stripped as I was directed to serve beers. MMA was on the TV and they were quite energized by it. I moved from cock to cock on my knees. I sucked one for about five minutes before moving to the next.The guy whose house it was still had the largest cock. These new guys were big, too, though. The guy in the afternoon had left before dinner, which seemed to be to give me a rest, though it was never said. My pussy was feeling a little tender and puffy but I already knew that was not going to be a limitation for the evening. When it started, the TV was forgotten. One of the new guys pulled me up to straddle him where he sat on his chair. The other two came to stand on either side, offering their cocks for me to suck as I bounced up and down on the third cock stuffed in my pussy.This was a slam/bam process of fucking. When the one guy came in me, I was pulled off his cock, cum dribbling out of my gaping pussy and led to the sofa where another guy was sprawled back, his cock held in the air. This time I was put over him with my back to him so the other two were in front of me. The one I had just fucked pushed his slimy cock to my face. My mouth opened and he shoved it in. I sucked and licked it until the man owning the house pulled my face to his cock. It was definitely the biggest, stretching my mouth more than the others.The fucking went well into the night. The three guys trading off back and forth, getting rest and being stiffened again by my mouth. Each of them must have fucked me three times, though I was losing track of when the one started and ended and the next began. It became a single long fuck at the end though I was sure the men were rotating and changing, setting me into different positions as if I were a pliable, unthinking doll to fuck.I woke the next morning in a small bedroom by myself. The sun was high, shining in through the open curtains. I threw off the sheet, sat up, and the bed springs groaned loudly. I looked down at my body. I was a mess. Dried sperm showed on my stomach, breasts, and all around my pussy and inner thighs. I reeked of sex. I stood on wobbly legs, took a step and stopped abruptly. My pussy ached. I caught sight of myself in the large mirror I now remembered from the day before. I looked like a well-used whore, at least what I thought one would look like. My hair was matted from sleep, sweat and who knows what. My skin was blotchy with crusty white blotches of cum covering portions of me. I spread my legs and looked. My pussy lips were swollen and red. At least it looked as bad as it felt. Would that make a difference today? Or, would they just continue to fuck me and ignore the pain I would be feeling?My impression was I only did what he told me, so I opened the bedroom door and got my bearings. Heard some soft noise from down the hall and followed it, remembering the house layout as I padded barefoot and still naked toward the kitchen. The smell of coffee was like a magnetic drawing me, hoping some of it would be for me.The floor squeaked and he turned to me. His face showed a warm smile, then turned to a frown. He pulled out a chair at the kitchen table for me, then brought me a mug of coffee before dishing up a breakfast of scrambled eggs, ham, and potatoes staying warm in the oven.He sat down, too. He took a sip from his mug while watching me. “Do you hurt?” I nodded. I looked up shyly, “I’m not used to that much. I thought being a slut was just having sex when my couple wanted it. I’m pretty naïve, I guess.”He considered me intently, “Too much? Do you want to stop? It’s up to you. As I understand it, you’re not an owned slave or whore, you’re here willingly.”I nodded, again. “I am here willingly. And, no … I don’t want to stop. I hurt, yes, but I said I would be their submissive slut. Even if I was naïve about it, my strongest desire remains true and that is that I desperately want to serve and please them. I don’t think I can explain it to someone else. It’s just the way I feel. I’ve committed myself to them. They want a real slut. Maybe they are naïve, too. But I won’t disappoint them … even if they might also understand. Is that crazy? Probably, but …”He touched my hand. “I think your couple is lucky. I have had slaves here and women being turned into whores. I don’t put women into those roles, they come to me already in them. I just turn them on to sex to a higher degree. Honestly, d**gs or discipline are usually involved by those who bring them to me. You’re different. A woman willing to be turned only motivated by not wanting to disappoint and to realize a higher purpose of yourself … it’s amazing and far more erotic.”I smiled. It was something. I liked the idea that he found it a turn-on that I was here of my own free-will. He told me to take a shower. He said there were two lotions on the counter. One was a topical salve to easy the discomfort. The other was to boost the healing. I stood under the hot water for a long time, then applied the lotions wondering if they would really help with more fucking. One day down.As it turned out, I didn’t need to worry so much about my pussy. Midmorning and the doorbell chimed, again. I didn’t even fret about opening the door. I had been in front of enough strangers who I knew were going to fuck me. These two were younger than the others but definitely not minors. They seemed to know why they were there but were also uncomfortable with the owner of the house. I didn’t know if it was being intimidated or in awe.The man gave out instructions to the two younger guys while I stood to the side, naked and anxious, but also curious. The two guys sent furtive looks my way as the man talked. When he was done giving his instructions, they smiled at each other and began throwing their clothes off as they watched me. I might have had a dazed look in my eyes, a look of a deer hearing something not quite right but frozen in indecision. Long instructions made simple; the man told them they were here to fuck my ass. That was all and if they had a problem with it, they could leave. They didn’t leave, just smiled. It wouldn’t have surprised me if I was going to be their first anal, but maybe not, too. There was a tube of lubrication on the coffee table. How I failed to see that before then, I couldn’t say. Avoidance, maybe.The two guys are naked. Both have smaller cocks. Well, not small … maybe average size. They just seem small after having the man’s cock so much. I am a bit relieved to see it. They aren’t any larger than the dildos I have been using for training of my ass in-between fucking and sucking. I knelt before them to suck their cocks but they rise to erections quickly in anticipation. I rise, squeeze some lube onto my fingers and hand the tube to them. I insert some lube into my ass and probe lewdly with my fingers. Could I possibly have done that just days before in front of strangers? I doubt it. Even for Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin, the humiliation might have been too great. Now, though … now it was just another humiliation among so many in just days.They greased up their cocks and I was directed by the man to kneel on all fours on the coffee table and open my ass cheeks. My face burned red but I didn’t hesitate. I lowered my face and chest to the table and used both hands to open my ass to them. It was humiliating. I wasn’t only going to be fucked anally, my actions invited it.The first one stepped up behind me. I first felt his hand on my hip, then it was his cock head touching my asshole. I closed my eyes. I remembered Mrs. Baldwin, though it was much thinner. I remembered inserting the increasing butt plugs in preparation. I took a deep breath and exhaled. Then smaller, steady breaths that actually relaxed me. My focus was on breathing, relaxing. I felt him press against my tight opening and I pressed the muscles outward to open it. I gasped when the cock began moving in, stretching the opening. I cried out when the head popped inside, my hand going back to stop him, pressing on his thigh. I wasn’t sure he would but he waited. I only needed a moment to adjust and I pushed my body back at him, which was the signal for him to continue and he did. He pressed firmly and another inch went in. He pulled back slightly and pushed in more. I was gasping and grunting the entire time until I felt him pull back several inches and push hard. The rest of his cock slammed in and our bodies smacked together. I moaned in response and he did, too.He seemed to want to pause and adjust to the tight fit, too. Then, he began a slow fucking into me. He used long, smooth strokes. I felt him pull back so only the head remained inside and smoothly pushed all the way back in. I could feel the cock filling that chamber as it proceeded, expanding the tight sleeve until our bodies came together, again. As his fucking became more urgent, I felt his cock swell and twitch inside. The tightness sent amazing sensations. It was different than my pussy, though. The sensations weren’t as intense and arousing but my body was adjusting. I felt him jerk and send his cum into my ass, a new sensation of the fluid soaking my insides. His grunting and groaning indicated the arousal he had experienced. My own arousal wasn’t quite there to join him in climax but I found I had enjoyed it.The cock pulling out was obscene. My ass remained clenched around it as it moved down. It reminded me of … well, I reminded myself it wasn’t. The next young man immediately took the first one’s place. His cock was slightly larger but slid into my ass with less resistance, telling me my open must have been gaping open still.A wet cloth was placed in front of me and the first cock appeared before my face. After realizing what the cloth was for, I shifted my weight to one hand, used the free hand to wipe the cock before engulfing it in my mouth. As I sucked the cock of the cum, I pushed out the thought of where it had been and wondered if a real slut took the care of wiping it first or taking whatever remained from her ass. I quickly pushed that out of my mind.While the two younger men rested, the original man pulled me over his cock on the sofa. I was faced outward so the young men could watch it all. I was sure it added to their recovery as I bounced up and down on the massive cock stuffed up my pussy. It was several moments of increasing arousal that it occurred to me that the salves had really been helpful. My lips were still puffy and sensitive but not nearly as much as when I woke up. When my pussy was filled with a large load of cum, the guys were ready and eager, again.I spent much of the afternoon with toys in my ass as I moved around the home doing simple chores, making lunch and cleaning up. I sucked his cock and got him beers and snacks while he whiled away his time in front of the TV or his computer. In large part, where he went was where I went to continue sucking him. It seemed unbelievable to me how many times he sent loads of cum into me. I found myself thinking about the cum I had tasted because I certain had experienced a lot of different men over the two days. The taste had varied slightly but none had been distasteful. I also realized, happily, how much I liked sucking cock. My mind flashed on spending idle time sucking Mr. Baldwin now that I was always there. I chuckled inwardly … pussy, too. Mrs. Baldwin and her friends gave me ample experience there.Late afternoon, the doorbell chimed, again. What a change. I had started moving to the door before I even checked with the man. But when I did, he nodded with his own smile showing his recognition of the change that had already occurred. I knew more men were here to fuck me and I was willingly welcoming them. I kissed these two men passionately as they came in. Each fingered and stroke my naked body. Both commenting openly on my hot, mature body to the man. All these black men.As I went to get beers for them, it suddenly occurred to me that I was walking in such a way that caused my breasts to shake and bounce more. I stood boldly with feet apart, bending over to show my ass and allow my breast to hang and swing for their gaze and fondling. How could I have become so wanton in such a short time? How could I have become so used to, accepting of being fucked by men I never met … or knew any names? How could I have gone from that shy, reserved, inexperienced wife to this … this woman slutting herself before strange men?As I was bent over, I felt one of the new men grasp the butt plug end and give a tug. My face went red, again, when I heard, “Your white slut is three holes, right?” He pulled harder and took the plug out, releasing a groan from my mouth.The man responded as he fondled my hanging breast, “She is doing well. Given her prior experience, I was doubtful, but she’s got more inside her than I thought. But she needs more. That’s what you are for. Concentrate on her cunt and ass, mostly ass. She’s making progress with her throat.” Again, they were talking about me like I was an actress on the video, yet their fingers were on or in me. “By tonight, I want her ass as used to being fucked as her cunt.”They did, too. These new guys were both larger than average but still not as large as the man. The three of them fucked me hard. The new guys mostly in my ass while the main man continued fucking my pussy. I was relieved because of his size but I knew his time was coming eventually. He seemed to have a schedule worked out. About the time it was slowing down with the three of them, the doorbell chimed, again.I was wobbly from the fucking and almost continuous orgasms from fingers stimulating me to add to the anal or a cock in my pussy. And, I was a real mess. Cum leaking from my ass and pussy covered my inner thighs and both openings, which were by now gaping. I staggered to the door and stood with a smile on my face as two more black men entered, boldly slipping fingers into my pussy and bringing them up to my lips. I gave each a big smile as I greedily sucked the fingers clean.I continued bringing beers. These new guys were now naked and were about the same size as the first man … huge. Now, I knew, everything was going to change. I gulped anadolu yakası escort as I looked at two larger than average cocks and three larger cocks as they sprawled on the sofa and chairs. Somehow, it hadn’t hit me that day 2 had evolved into a sort of black gangbang. My experience was about to move dramatically from having one cock to five.I was instructed to lie on the coffee table and finger my pussy. I was instructed to orgasm in front of them. I found myself moving comfortably into position and my fingers pinching a nipple and diving into my gaping pussy even as my face blushed. Even as I began doing it in front of five black strangers, there was still that part of me that was embarrassed about doing it. It added to the excitement.The man’s deep voice told me it was time. I knew what time that was. His big, black cock was about to take his turn at my ass. This was harder. This fucking hurt! When his cock pressed at my opening, it felt like it had never been fucked. The difference in size shouldn’t have been that great but it was. I felt stretched to the point of tearing. I cried out and swore. The guys watching all laughed. In response, I pushed back against the cock until it popped inside. The man leaned over me and whispered into my ear as his cock moved in slow, short motions deeper. “You have surprised me. You’re an amazing woman. Your couple will be very proud when I tell them.” My God! Yes! I pushed back hard against his gentler pressure and he sank deeper into me than any cock had been in my ass. I cried out in pain but my being was riding a high, thrilled by his words. That night I was fucked well into the early hours. I was a limp doll and I ached. I was covered in cum from cocks climaxing in my pussy, ass, and mouth. But, until the other four men left, I continued to openly receive the next cock in one of my holes. I stayed aware and involved, even standing at the door for final kisses, feels, and my expression of thanks to them (something that surprised me). But, when the last of them was out the door, I sagged. I felt the man’s arms around me … but I was out.The next morning, my ass joined my pussy in being sore and swollen. So much fucking. How do whores do it? But I chuckled. I’m doing it. I really am. Yes, I am sore but that will end. My body isn’t used to it. Yet. The salves were waiting for me on the bathroom counter. In the mirror, it looked like I was covered in dried, crusty cum. The shower felt sooooo good. The salves felt better and I now knew what magic they would do. As I padded barefoot and naked to the kitchen, I felt my body’s reaction. Anticipation. Arousal. Damn … I was tired. More … exhausted. But I felt that tingle. I felt that familiar warmth flooding my body. Despite it all I was looking forward to more, unsure what more that might be, but excitement was building within me in anticipation. The third day … what did he have in mind?He started slow. Or, at least it seemed that way after being used by five last night. After breakfast, he fucked me in the pussy as I was bent over the kitchen table. After I cleaned up the kitchen, he fucked my ass. He was ready and waiting when I came out of the kitchen. His already hard cock was fully erect and lubed as he sat on the sofa. He had me back to him as I straddled his legs. He positioned the head at my asshole and let me lower myself down his big cock. That was strange … different. Before, I had always been fucked in the ass. This time, like taking charge riding a cock cowgirl, I was in control of my ass being fucked. Actually, I was doing the fucking while his hands and fingers played over my breasts, nipples, clit, and empty pussy.I sucked him more after that and was ecstatic when I finally managed to take his big cock deep into my throat. The sounds he made told me why men like it so much. When he came, I remembered his instruction to pull back far enough that my nasal air passage wasn’t blocked as he pumped spurt after spurt directly down my throat.It was crazy. Early afternoon and I wasn’t thinking about only hours being left before I could go home with Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin. Crazy, indeed. I was fully involved in taking advantage of his training. Sucking his cock deep down my throat, fucking him in my pussy or ass, or using several toys in each of my holes.He slid the large black dido up my ass, then fucked my pussy. My God! It hadn’t occurred to me how used to his big cock I had so quickly become until there was something else in my ass. Everything became tighter. After I sucked him hard, again, he reversed it. The dildo in my pussy and fucked my ass. That was even more intense. I also discovered something interesting about double penetration. Nerve ending in each passage way. They were both stimulated by his sliding cock up my tight anal passage. What would it be like to really be fucked in both, two sliding cocks? After, I lay gasping and panting. My fingers roamed my body, fondling my breasts, rolling my nipples, stroking my clit and pussy. My body felt alive … tired … but distinctly alive. I raised my head and looked at him collapsed. He was watching me, a pleased smile on his face. I sat up, then kneeled alongside him, taking his cum coated cock into my mouth. His hand lightly settled on my head. I pulled off his cock with a smacking sound.“Am I doing well, sir? Will my couple be pleased with what I have learned?”His voice was soft, a gentle element he hadn’t often showed in my time with him. “I am pleased and that isn’t easy. You have done well in a short time. Tell me what you are.”I stared at him for a moment, searching his eyes and face but also search how I felt at the moment, the feeling in my body. “I … I am feeling like a cum hungry, cock socking, cock fucking, three-hole submissive-slut-cunt.” He smiled. “My couple released something inside me, a desire to serve and please them fully. You’ve released more from inside me, a desire for more and more sex, to be used … even abused sexually. I know I can handle it now. Whatever they might present to me to serve them.”“You are far more than a three-hole submissive-slut-cunt. You’re right, you can act like one now but you’re also a respectable mature woman who is giving herself willingly. And that is uniquely hot, much hotter than a slutty cunt.”I beamed at his appraisal and resumed sucking his cock well beyond getting it clean. I was so excited to return to my couple. They had some intention for me to initiate this. I was anxious to please them with achieving those intentions.A period of rest came in the early afternoon. Was he giving me a rest or himself? Before, he had other guys come so I didn’t have much rest, my body in a seemingly continuous state of arousal and endlessly building orgasms. I had the feeling he had a climatic conclusion to the three days planned. When the doorbell chimed, I almost jogged to the door. My mind didn’t even register that I was naked, that whoever was on the other side was undoubtedly here to fuck me. It was like a Pavlovian conditioning response. My nipples hardened, my pussy began lubricating, and my breathing quickened. I was ready for sex.Standing outside were three guys, all black and large like the house owner. The lead man opened the outside door and I reached up to wrap my arms around him. Naked, standing in front of the glass door, I began making out with him. His hands immediately roamed my body. He roughly squeezed my breasts and fingered my pussy. When I released him, he turned to the owner (three days and I still didn’t know his name … any names) as I turned to the next man.“You’re right, man. She’s a hot, white cunt. Can’t wait to try her out and see if she really is that good.”I was already tongue kissing the second man, his hands freely on my body as I heard the words about me. They were demeaning, humiliating, denigrating, embarrassing, but I welled in pride. My couple should be pleased.It started immediately. The four men stood in a tight circle around me in the living room. All four cocks were about the same size … huge. I salivated as the first was pushed to my face and my mouth opened to accept it. I stroked two others with my hands and switched frequently. They all became hard after minutes of sucking and switching in the circle but they stayed where they were. As I switched cocks in my mouth and hands, I looked up at the man and smiled. I thought I understood. This was the finale, the climactic concluding test. They were going to cum down my throat so they would last longer when they fucked me. They were going to fuck the hell out of me. I was going to show what a three-hole slut I was. Three holes. Four big black cocks.After swallowing four loads of cum, all deposited directly into my throat, I was lifted and carried into the spare bedroom, the one with the large mirror. Maybe I would get views of what a slut I had become …I hadn’t really noticed that it was the three new men in the spare bedroom with me. Not the owner of the house. They dropped me on the bed and one of them got between my splayed legs while the other two presented their cocks to my mouth. I groaned loudly as the cock slammed into my drooling pussy as another pushed into my mouth. I wondered if I heard the doorbell. Were there more guys arriving? I had big cocks to please. I stopped thinking.* * * *James and Abby Baldwin stood at the door of the house anxious. Despite having assurances from several people, they had left Karen with this man three days ago. They couldn’t help but be anxious, to know Karen was okay, to have her back with them, and to see if the man was as talented at conversion as people said.The inside door opened and the man appeared dressed only in jeans. His large black body was on display. He was even barefoot and the thought occurred to them if he hadn’t just thrown on the jeans during the short delay in answering the door.He smiled warmly, “Welcome.” He held the door for them to enter. They heard noises from down the hall and saw men’s clothes discarded in the living room. The words tumbled out from Abby without forming thoughts, “How? … Is she? … Did? … Where …?”He chuckled. “She fine. I promised you. She’s sore but she’s fine.” From down the hall they heard a somewhat muted but distinct, ‘Oh, fuck, YESSSSSSS!’ It was obviously Karen’s voice. He smiled at the sound, “See? She’s fine. I have three friends fucking her right now. I wanted you to come earlier than the agreed upon time to see for yourselves. I have a room setup with a one-way mirror. Some people are voyeurs and prefer to just watch and willing to pay. Don’t worry, I respected her privacy. The only people who have seen her are the ones who have fucked her.” He smiled. “There were quite a few of those.”James tried to ask but didn’t want to be too crude, “How … did … she …”The man chuckled, again. “Come on, see for yourselves. She’s about to have her final exam, so to speak.” He chuckled, again.James and Abby glance at each other nervously … excitedly, too. They follow the man down the hall. The door to the room is open and the sounds of fucking become clearer. They step into another room which is darkened. One wall has a large window looking into the other room. He assures them they are invisible as long as the light is left off. Karen is sprawled on the bed, a large black man aggressively fucking her while two others are feeding her their cocks.He indicates with his head, “Those two have already fucked her.” Just then, the man fucking tenses his body and jams his cock harder into Karen. They can hear her cries of ecstasy as she joins him in orgasm. The sounds carry from the other room into the hall and into the room where they are watching.The man muses, “She is a hot fuck.”Abby stares at him a moment. It sounds so demeaning to refer to Karen as simply a fuck. But they brought her here for what? To be trained. To be a slut. But she was still Karen to them.James gasps and Abby’s attention is brought back to the window. The man was pulling his cock from her pussy. Abby gasps as well. It was so big. She’d heard of big black cocks. That’s what Karen has been fucking? With the man to the side, they were both shocked. Her pussy was gaping open from the fucking. Cum flowed out of her open pussy. They watch as she leaned to the man and gobbles up his messy cock and quickly takes it down her throat. Abby gasps, again.“I don’t think I have seen a woman take to deepthroating like she has.” He glances at his watch. “Okay, time for the finale.”He left them watching from the room. He enters the other room taking off his jeans. Karen pulls her mouth off the cock and smiles at him as he enters. They hear the excitement in her voice.“I was wondering where you were. I was hoping to fuck you, again.”He chuckles, “Time for your final exam. Airtight, slut. Airtight.”She squeals, “All three at once? Oh, yeah … come on guys, fuck me.”* * * *It was every bit as intense as I anticipated. Being double penetrated sent me into orgasm after orgasm. At the same time my throat was filled with cock. I was on top of one guy with another in my ass. I serviced the other two with my mouth. When one came in my pussy or ass, he was replaced. I got six loads of cum in either my pussy or ass. Two more loads went down my throat.I was told to shower. When I came out, I found the thin robe and heels waiting for me. The only items I wore when I came here three days ago. I could hear voices from the direction of the living room and followed the sound. I stopped while still hidden in the hall as I heard the man talking to Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin.“Before she comes out, I want to explain something to you. She’s just experienced an intense three days of training. She’ll be sore but I gave her some salves. It would be good to have them on hand, especially after periods of heavy fucking … at least for a while. What I’ve seen from her, she might get used to it. I’ve also given her some BenWa balls to exercise her cunt muscles. As time goes on, you might want to replace them with smaller and heavier ones. The heavier the better for keeping her cunt muscles tight.” There was a pause, then he continued. “She’s quite a woman. All the guys who were here really enjoyed her. They were all told to treat her like a cheap cunt but they expressed themselves to me privately. I think you’ll be pleased. Me and the guys would love to have her around.” He laughed. No, I wanted my couple. His voice turned more serious. “Something else you should keep in mind. She’s essentially been released to openly respond to eroticism. You may live in a refined style but she is a slut now. She’ll have special needs for release. She lubricates at the thought of sex and will be ready for fucking at any time. But, in between, when she isn’t being used, she should be stimulated frequently by masturbation, vibrators, whatever.”In the car, they asked all kinds of questions about the three days. I gave as much detail as I could. I was interrupted by Mrs. Baldwin. She turned in the front seat and handed me a long, narrow package. The man gave her it to give to me. Something that might remind me of these three days. I tore the wrapping open and released a gasp followed by one from Mrs. Baldwin. It was a big black cock dildo … exactly like the man’s cock in every way I remembered. As I resumed my commentary of the days away from them, Mrs. Baldwin nodded to me. I smiled. I untied the robe, spread my legs wide, and slid the dido into my ever-wet pussy. I sighed as I pushed it deep, then resumed my story.* * * CHAPTER 7: THE VICE PRESIDENTS will follow * * * Thanks for reading.

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