Author: SM

Title: Her New Name

Part: 21

Universe: SM, Her New Name

Summary: A divorced librarian, daughter of a minister in the Bible belt, discovers that she is irresistibly drawn to slutty experiences.

Keywords: cum fetish, exhibition, humil, gangbang, les, D/s, bestiality, inc

Language: English

Her New Name—Part 21

(cum fetish, exhibition, humil, gangbang, les, D/s, bestiality, inc—not necessarily in that order)

By SM

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From Part 20 (Jacquie’s Depravity):

When Kari’s eyes came back in focus, she saw Jacquie lying on the floor with Bruno’s cock still inside her, while he lay behind her somewhat awkwardly. She remembered reading somewhere that a dog’s cock swells up into a “knot,” which holds him inside the bitch in order to increase the chance of successful mating. She almost giggled, thinking of Jacquie as Bruno’s bitch. From what she had said, it wouldn’t be much of a change from her marriage to Alistair. Or, it may even be a step up, since, after all, Jacquie was apparently receiving sexual fulfillment like she had never experienced before. A twinge of jealousy raced through Kari’s body, adding even more so to her humiliation.

As her awareness returned about her own body, she noticed both that Marc’s cock had begin to relax and that her cunt was full of his cum, to the point of dripping down her labia and onto his thighs and the couch. Marc seemed to be ahead of her in terms of recovering his breath.

“So, my little librarian slut—I’ve just got to ask—do you want to fuck the dog, too?”

Kari blushed bright red.

“Uhmm . . . I’m not sure,” she replied.

“You sure seemed to get turned on by it,” he pointed out.

“Well . . . uhmm . . . let me think about it, ok?” Her face was hot, so she knew she was blushing, which might have given her lustful feelings away. Even the fact that she had not denied it revealed some level of interest. But, she didn’t have the courage to do anything about it just then.

“Sure, babe.”

She looked over at Stacy and Bunny, seeing that each of them had closed their eyes and laid back to give room to regain their breath, sweat and pussy juices pretty well covering any visible skin. Stacy’s hand was no longer inside Bunny’s cunt, but clearly it was still coated with her cunt juices. Bunny mischievously reached out with her tongue and licked Stacy’s neck, who jumped from the unexpected touch, and then laughed. She reached out and caught Bunny’s tongue in her mouth, her hands in Bunny’s hair, pulling her tightly into a passionate kiss. Kari felt a twinge of jealousy, so she looked away and back toward Jacquie and Bruno.

They were still tied in, so to speak, as Bruno’s knot had not yet subsided. Jacquie’s smile of contentment could not have been brighter or more intimate. As Kari looked at them, she felt Marc simply lifting her off of his cock and his lap and moving her to the left side of his legs. She felt completely saturated with sweat and cum, so she cringed at the touch of the couch cushion—and thinking it would be stained, she tried to stand instead.

Unfortunately, she had not counted on her legs being weak from the enormous orgasms, and she toppled over, while Marc tried to catch her, but her skin was too slippery for him to maintain his grip. She attempted taking a step, but she tripped against Jacquie’s rather large boobs and landed quite unceremoniously with her face between Stacy’s thighs. She took a breath to speak, which only drew in the scent of her lover’s wet pussy, which in turn simply made her mew with arousal. Quite by reflex, her tongue reached out and licked.

“WOW!” Stacy cried out in surprise, pulling away from Bunny’s kiss and looking down to see Kari’s tongue licking her. “I didn’t know you were that horny for me, Lover Doll.”

“I’m not. . . . I mean, I am, but, I just tripped . . . uhmm . . . this wasn’t exactly planned,” she stuttered.

They laughed, including Bunny, who somehow didn’t find this intrusive in her intimacy with Stacy.

“Even your mistakes turn out to be slutty,” Bunny observed.

By the time they got past their laughter about that, Bruno’s knot had reduced, so he pulled his cock out of Jacquie’s cunt, to her squeal of surprise. She turned toward him and tried to kiss him, while he tried to lick her face, starting another round of laughter from the onlookers. Marc finally returned his clothes to their usual position, got the leash and clipped it to Bruno’s collar, and made him sit beside the couch. Jacquie moved over and sat beside Bruno, looking very pleased.

“Mr. Marc, Sir?” Jacquie inquired.

“Yes?”

“May we do this again sometime soon?”

“I’m sure we can.”

“And, may I go and get a collar for me to wear, engraved to read, ‘Bruno’s bitch,’ Sir?”

“Sure,” he said, chuckling a bit.

“Thank you, Sir!” Jacquie replied, bowing at his feet.

Marc tugged slightly on Bruno’s leash, who immediately came to his side as they walked to the door. He put his hand on the doorknob and then paused, apparently remembering something. “Oh, by the way, I heard about a . . . uhmm . . . business opportunity which some of you might be interested in.”

“Oh? What?” Stacy asked.

“Well, we have this luncheon in the back room at the club every so often for some very well-to-do businessmen, and they . . . uhmm . . . like to hire a woman to be tied up on a table with her legs up and face completely covered, except for her mouth, so they can . . . uh . . . use her as they wish. They say they want whores who like to be thought of as ‘piece of meat’ sexual objects, and they get kinda’ rough with them, although nothing permanent—we make sure about that. We always video tape it from behind, so while their identity is still safe, everyone knows they won’t get away with doing real damage. They use permanent marker to write “Lunch Whore” and other nasty stuff on her—I guess so nobody is confused about what they should do,” he chuckled. “They pay pretty well, though. $3,000 for about 2 hours. The guys who fuck her usually kick in some tips to add to that.”

“WOW!” Stacy said. “When?”

“The next one is this coming Friday. Oh, and one more thing. They don’t use condoms—it’s all bareback. The group requires that they are all tested as STD free, but if you can get knocked up, you might be at risk for that.”

“How many?”

“They usually only hire one whore for each luncheon. Or, if you meant how many guys, usually 30 or so.”

“Let us talk it over, ok? When do you need to know?”

“Sure, that’s ok. By tomorrow afternoon.”

“Ok. We’ll let you know by tomorrow afternoon,” Stacy confirmed. She seemed to enjoy being the one to take charge, which Kari had begun to appreciate. She hated making decisions, especially about sexual events.

“Works for me. Thanks for the . . . uhmm . . . fun. Talk with you tomorrow, then,” Marc said. Kari got up, pulling her robe back on, followed him out the door and turned him around.

“Thanks,” she said as she kissed him. She could still feel his cum dripping down her inner thighs, and she kept having flashes of herself in Jacquie’s place, enjoying Bruno’s cock.

“Anytime,” he said chuckling.

As she turned back toward the house, she thought about the Lunch Whore gig for $3,000. With all the money Jacquie had been bringing them, they didn’t need the money, but to be humiliated and used like that, only as a sex object, almost made her cum just thinking about it. It sounded a lot like the “Poke Her” game, and she wondered who would be there. When she got back inside, the others had already begun discussing it.

“DAMN!” Stacy was saying. “I’m already scheduled at the Rictnor’s Friday, and I’m supposed to be there by noon to clean and then help them set up for a party.”

“Yeah, and I’m already scheduled to serve at the club,” Bunny added. “And, I’m not likely to get assigned to the back room, anyway. They do that whole thing differently than the rest of the club. Big money involved, there. I don’t even know how they do it or who is in on it. I’m not sure I would go with being a gangbang whore. Still—3 grand for 2 hours isn’t too bad.”

“I would love to be a piece of fuckmeat for those horny guys, but I don’t need the money and my attorney said not to do anything public until she said it’s ok . . . after the divorce is mostly over,” Jacquie said regretfully.

Then, all three of them turned and looked at Kari, as if the move had been choreographed.

“Uhmm . . . so . . . I guess I’m it?” she asked sheepishly. Jacquie’s words, “piece of fuckmeat” made her pussy tingle.

“Of course, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, Lover Doll,” Stacy said. “I just hate to watch $3,000 go by for just 2 hours work. And, after all, you can’t get knocked up,” she added wistfully.

Kari closed her eyes and sighed, her lips in a wry expression as she shook her head. “Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore,” she said in her best Judy Garland imitation, sending them into laughter to the point of tears.

It occurred to Kari later that week that not only wasn’t it in Kansas, but it wasn’t exactly 2 hours ‘work,’ either—so she started having second thoughts. It was two hours of being used by 30 guys without limits as a tied up and blindfolded ‘piece of meat fuck whore.’ If her mouth was available under the blindfold, as Marc had described, she would have to drink a lot of cum, too. And he said they usually got pretty rough. So, she’d have bruised tits and thighs and a sore throat from the guys who decided to fuck/deep-throat her face, and who knows what and where they would write on her body? After fucking 30 guys, how sore would her pussy be? Unfortunately, Stacy had already told Marc that Kari would do it, although Kari didn’t remember actually saying that she would.

“So, what’s your problem with that?” her slutself asked. “You always wanted to be gangbanged by 30 guys. You used to masturbate all through high school and college thinking about being in exactly that situation with the football team . . . and the basketball team . . . and the girls soccer team . . . and the marching band . . . and—“

“Ok, ok, ok, I get it.”

“Well, you DID get off on every one of those fantasies, after all—and more. You have a very slutty imagination. I kind of liked your fantasy about being raped by the teachers in their break room after school . . . you know, the women sitting on your face while the men took turns cumming inside you—especially the part about wanting to be knocked up, but not knowing who the father of the child would be. And, the teachers making you sign your name on your panties which they hung on the wall as a trophy. . . . And—“

“Will you STOP! I said I get it already. I admit it, ok? In my mind, and in my imagination, I’m a nasty slut gangbang whore.”

“So, back to the initial question, what’s your problem with that?”

“Back then, it was just a hidden fantasy to embarrass my parents.”

“And a way to cum.”

“Well yes, I’ll admit that. But, it wasn’t supposed to cum . . . er . . . come true.”

“No? Why not?”

“Because then it would prove that I’m a fucking bi-sexual slut gangbang whore fucktoy slave.”

“Ok, so? . . . What else is new?. . . I’m still not hearing what the problem is.”

“I’m not supposed to be a fucking bi-sexual slut gangbang whore fucktoy slave and all that. It’s sick and perverted and depraved,” Kari said in an exasperated voice in her own mind.

“Why not? It IS very sexy to you—sick, perverted and depraved or not. It’s what you wanted to be most of your life.”

Kari sighed.

“The defense rests,” her slutself concluded.

“You bitch!” she said, as if to attack her slutself.

“Gangbang Slut!”

Another sigh. “Ok. It’s true.”

“I think you should write out that fantasy about being raped in the teacher’s lounge, and post it on the internet. And, send them some of your new silky panties, like you’ve thought about so much. They’re old men now, and probably need something to jerk off into—“

“Oh, shut up!”

Her slutself just laughed and laughed.

Friday rolled around and Kari found herself very horny when she got up to get ready. Stacy kept offering suggestions about what she should wear, but Kari settled for a modest soft burgundy dress that reached to mid-thigh, with matching panties and bra. The one her ex-husband liked most.

“That’s not going to get you fucked,” Stacy protested. “You’re the ‘Lunch Whore,’ remember? That looks very ordinary, like you’re a librarian.”

“I have to get there without anyone knowing that I’m going to be the . . . er . . . ‘Lunch Whore.’ Marc gave me strict instructions, and in fact, he’s going to come get me and take me in the back door from car so nobody else knows. He told me to dress so I wouldn’t be noticed. When he takes me inside, I’ll get undressed, and they’ll put the mask on me and tie me to the table right before they let everyone in the room. They don’t let anyone know who the lunch whore—er . . . who I am, just like I won’t be able to see who they are either.”

“So, then they’ll come in and fuck you or stick their cocks in your mouth whenever they want to for the next 2 hours.”

“Something like that. That’s how I understand it.”

Stacy sighed. “Well, it sounds like one of your fantasies come true.”

“How did you know that?”

“Do I look dumb to you? I know that if you had found it repulsive, you’ve have said ‘no’ already.”

Kari just looked at her—and blushed.

Marc arrived and tapped the horn to let Kari know, so she went outside and he opened the passenger door for her, nodding at what she was wearing. “Looks good, babe,” he commented. “You’re sure you’re ready for this?”

“I guess so.”

“If you’re not sure, I can work something else out.”

“No, it’s just new to me, that’s all. I’m just a bit nervous.”

“Well, I’ll be right there, so I won’t let them do you any damage.”

“Thanks. I appreciate that very much.”

They arrived plenty early, so Kari wouldn’t be seen, and Marc used his key to take her in the back door. The room they ended up in turned out to be familiar to Kari, and she realized it was where Jackie had hurt her. Instead of the memory making her feel badly though, she found herself getting even more aroused.

“Here are the restrains and the mask, but we don’t need to get you set up just yet. Want a drink? Up to you, but you might rather have a few a few before the gang—er, luncheon.”

“Makes sense to me. Yes, please.”

“I’ll get you something,” he said on the way out.

While he was gone, she went ahead and took her dress off, leaving her bra and panties on. Then, out of curiosity, she put the leather mask on, which was actually more like a hood, covering her head almost completely, with a hole where her mouth was, and small slits to allow her to breathe through her nose, and some small holes over her ears so she could hear. It was painted with gaudy wings around her temples, so she imagined she’d look like a cartoon superhero, which she thought was silly.

Since she couldn’t see with it on, she set it down for the moment and picked up the leather cuffs, with silver rings clearly to be used to clip the straps on easily. She realized that they went together with a round table on wheels over to one side of the room. It had a small padded ramp sloping to one side for her to lie down on, and what looked like stirrups for her feet, so her legs would be spread wide open. Her pussy tingled at the thought of being wide open like that to be used for sex by anyone who just happened by.

She began buckling the cuffs to her ankles and wrists when Marc came in with a tray of drinks, including a pitcher for refills.

“I brought you some of your rum and coke, as well as several orgasm shots,” then he stopped, looked at her up and down, and whistled. “Wow, babe! You look sexy like that. We should just tie you down as you are. They’ll love tearing your panties off and cumming on your bra.” Kari looked down at herself, wearing only medium heels, matching burgundy bra and panties, as well as the leather cuffs. Her nipples were very hard and pointy, and for a moment, she imagined herself as a Playboy Bunny, or a Penthouse Pet, centerfold and all that. The thought made her start sweating—from arousal, of course.

“I thought you said the ‘Lunch Whore’ was naked.”

“Well, yeah, but this will add a little spice to the usual. I’ll buy you some another bra and panties to replace these,” as he handed her a drink. “And if they fuck you with your heels, I’ll replace them, too.” Kari ignored that part, or at least tried to.

As she took a gulp of the rum and coke, she realized that she was nervous—although the truth be known most of it was arousal—so she also knocked back an orgasm shot. Her slutself had been right that she had fantasized about being gangbanged since she heard someone talk about it, back when she was a teen.

“Yeah, it was the time when you were about 13 when you overheard those football players tell about the gangbang they had planned after Homecoming with Heather, Tammy and Suzy-suck-off,” her slutself reminded her. “Three girls and about 12 guys, as I recall.

“Suzy-suck-off. The one who promised she’d give them all blowjobs if they won the game,” Kari thought.

“Yeah, you were jealous of her, since you like the taste of cum so much. And Heather, who always wore short skirts and flashed everyone whenever she could—not to mention Tammy’s big boobs which flopped around because never wore a bra when she could get away with it. All three of them got knocked up, as I recall, which you were also jealous about. And you almost got caught fingering yourself outside the door, with your panties pulled down around your thighs while you were listening.”

“That was embarrassing.”

“But, since humiliation turns you on, it made you so horny, you almost went back and volunteered for the gangbang.”

“That was a crazy thought.”

“Maybe so, but you considered it all evening, and when you got home to your room, you masturbated until you’d cum so many times, your room smelled like pussy. And, since you skipped eating dinner, your Dad came in to check on you later, and thought he smelled something funny.”

“That was embarrassing, too.”

“That didn’t stop him from coming back later that night when your mom was asleep and jerking off on your face, and calling you a whore fucktoy slut and all that.”

“I admit that REALLY made me want to go to the gangbang. But, I was too scared.”

“So, here’s your chance. Nobody will stop you. And, nobody will know, not even your Dad.”

“Yeah.”

“Not to mention you get $3,000 out of the deal. And you might get fucked by your heels, too. Kinky!”

“Yeah. Like a whore, just like Dad wanted. He used my red heels once to fuck my pussy, back when I was about 15. That’s when he broke my hymen—with my shoes, not with his cock. And he’d love the thought of pimping me out, I just know it,” Kari thought, and her pussy pulsed into a small orgasm at the thought. “He’d have loved to have hosted a gangbang with me as the ‘main dish’.”

Marc chatted with her while she drank rather steadily. It wasn’t long until she was pretty drunk, and Marc was putting her on the padded ramp built into the table—with her bra and panties still on—clipping her in, and putting her mask/hood on. She felt pretty relaxed as he moved the table out into the room where the private luncheon was being held, although she felt like her slut side was anticipating it all like a volcano.

Soon, she heard the sound of men’s voices as they came in the room. She felt Marc touch her shoulder and he said, “I’ll be right here to make sure you’re safe. If you want to stop things, just say my name.”

“Thanks,” she replied, although she really was more aroused than scared. She could hear the clink of glasses being filled with ice, and drinks being poured, hors d'oeuvres being served. After they’d had a few drinks, she heard several of them come closer.

“Well, well, well . . . looks like we have another Lunch Whore. She looks like a nasty cunt, for sure—and you know, she had to have volunteered, so she wanted to be a slut fucktoy today.”

“And nobody is paying attention to her. Ain’t that a shame?”

“Can’t have that, now, can we?”

“Nice lingerie. Very ordinary. Makes her look innocent.”

“Yeah, give her glasses and she’d be the local librarian. I used to have a hard-on all the time for our librarian when I was a kid.”

“The local librarian slut whore, in this case though,” and they both laughed. Kari felt one of them fondle her boobs through her bra and then pulled it down so he could reach her nipples. She squirmed when he began to pinch and slap them, although her cunt started getting wet, and felt very exposed, given their comments about a librarian slut.

“Look at that. She likes it. Her panties are getting wet.” She felt them pull her panties aside and rough fingers began playing with and thrusting into her cunt.

“Looks to me like she needs to be fucked.”

“Of course, she does. All women need to be fucked, don’t you think, Alistair? You take care of that for now, while I warm up her mouth.”

Kari’s mind froze at the name. Alistair? Jacquie’s husband?

She felt a cock push on her lips, so she opened her mouth for his thrust. Another cock was rubbing against her labia.

“Wow, she’s horny and wet as hell. My wife is never this wet. Not that I’d want to fuck her, anyway, the Sunday School bitch.”

“Jacquie? I thought you two got along.”

“We never talk, and she’s as frigid as an icicle. We only have a marriage of public convenience. I’ve never loved her. And never will.”

“Good thing we have lunch whores, then huh?”

“Yup. And secretary whores, and clerk whores, and flight attendant whores and . . . “ he trailed off as they both laughed.

As he thrust inside her pussy, Kari realized that Jacquie’s husband was fucking her. The guy who had his cock in her mouth had been thrusting in and out and suddenly her mouth was full of cum, which she swallowed. As always, she climaxed as well, as Alistair’s cock was deep inside her.

“Wow, what a horny slut. She just came when you came in her mouth,” and it wasn’t long before Kari felt him fill up her pussy with his cream.

As they left, one of them wrote something right above her pussy and on her stomach. Another man moved up, talking about some financial arrangements, while he unceremoniously thrust into her cunt. Kari definitely felt like a ‘piece of meat fucktoy,’ at that—which raised her arousal level another couple of notches. He never said a word to her or about her, just dumped his load in her, and moved on. She felt cum splashing on her mouth and neck, as the other man he was talking to must have jerked off on her.

The men kept coming by and fucking her, jerking off on her body in various places, and making her suck them off as the time went on. She started to lose count of how many cums she’d had after about 16 guys fucked her. As Marc had predicted, they enjoyed tearing her panties off, and cumming on her bra. For awhile, she had her own panties stuffed in her mouth, tasting like cum, but that only lasted until another guy wanted her to suck him off. Several of them slapped her tits, pinched her nipples and the used a strap on inside of her thighs, which made her cum several times, as well. In the background, she could hear the sounds of eating and drinking, and the ongoing murmur of voices began to fade into gibberish.

Suddenly, she heard a voice that caught her attention.

“Hey, Roland! When you get a minute, I want to introduce you to someone.” There was a murmur of introductions.

“He’s a retired minister.”

“Nice to meet you. First time at the luncheon?”

“Yes, uh . . . very nice of Vincent to invite me.” Kari was sure she knew that voice.

“You’re welcome anytime, as far as I’m concerned. Have you sampled everything? We do put on a pretty good luncheon, if you ask me. Food, drink, a whore to fuck whenever you want. We don’t leave anything out,” he said chuckling lightheartedly. “We just don’t tell anyone what we do here, since it’s our business and not theirs. I’m sure as a minister, you don’t get sex as often as you’d like.”

“That’s for sure. And since I’m retired, I get even less than I did before. No choir sluts to have private meetings with,” he said, and they all chuckled.

“Then come over here, and help yourself to our Lunch Whore. She’s already paid for, but if you like her, we encourage tips. Want them to come back to entertain us some other time, you see. See, she’s even labeled!”

He took his time playing with her body, and then decided to put his cock in her mouth, and soon filled her mouth with his cum. Kari’s face blushed bright red, but she didn’t say anything, so her identity would not be revealed. She was sure he’d recognize her voice—because that voice was a voice she knew very well, not to mention that she knew the taste of his cum very well.

It had to be her Dad.

After they had all left, Marc wheeled the table into the back room, and took Kari to a small shower in another room so she could rinse off. After she used it, she sat with him sipping some tea, while he counted the money and put it in a sack. When he handed it to her, he said, “$3,600 in here, which is the regular fee of $3,000 plus your tips.”

“$600 in tips?”

“I told you they would like you in the bra and panties. That’s only about $20 per guy average, after all, and those guys have tons of money. So, how did you like it?”

“I’m not sure. It was a huge turn-on to be used like that. I had more orgasms than I could count.”

“Would you be interested in doing it again?”

“I’m not sure. Let me recover a bit and think about it. . . . uhmm . . . what did you think?” Kari asked, looking down and away so her eyes were hidden by her bangs, wondering what he thought about her after all that.

“I think you are one of the sexiest lunch whores we’ve ever had. Most of them don’t cum that much, but the humiliation obviously turns you on.”

Kari blushed, still looking away.

“That retired minister put you in orbit. Do you know him, or did you have ministers fuck around with you while you were growing up?”

“Uhmm . . . I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Ok . . . well, let me know one way or another if you’re interested in being the lunch whore again, so we can make plans for the next luncheon.”

“Ok.”

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