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Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.
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MY BOSS' SLUT
Part Four
Becky, my slut wife, had been telling me about her weekend with
my boss, Mr. Williams. It made me so hard listening to her, she was
going to let me fuck her. She was on her back on our bed, our
marital bed. I did not mind she was my boss' slut. She was much
better in bed with me, too. My sex life was good now. And, she
was going to have the baby I could not give her. My boss was going
to make her pregnant.
"Come on, Bobby. Stick that little thing in me. Fuck me, Bobby.
Fuck me."
I crawled between Becky's spread legs, those beautiful legs she had
wrapped around my boss just hours ago as he fucked her in the
limo in front of my house. Now, she wrapped those legs around me
and she guided me into her.
I could feel no difference. She did not feel stretched to me. Was
she? Was she so stretched from his big cock that she could barely
feel me in her? How did it feel to her? How?
Becky's legs were tight around me. I could feel her tighten her
pussy. Tighten. I would hold back. She said sometimes I could
make her cum when I fucked her. Sometimes. Maybe if I tried
harder to hold back.
"Ummm, Bobby, fuck me. Come on, honey."
She was starting to sweat. I could feel the heat pouring off her. Feel
her muscles start to tighten.
"Bobby, so close, honey. Faster, baby. No. Dammit, no. Damn
you, can't you learn to hold it? Oh, God. Get down there. Make me
cum with your mouth. Hurry, Bobby. I need to cum. Yes. Oh,
yes. Come on, you pussy eater. Eat me. Eat me!"
Yes, I would make her cum. Her hands held my head tightly against
her pussy. I was sucking her clit, sucking and licking.
"Yes. YES!" she screamed.
She wrapped her legs around my head, crushing it, squeezing,
squeezing my head as she came. I continued to lick her, continued
eating her as the aftershocks floated through her. I stayed between
her legs, licking at her delicious pussy, as she rested. I felt her stir,
then she moved to sit up again. She patted my hand patronizingly.
"Well, Bobby, you almost made me cum with your dick. Maybe
next time. It is a good thing you love to suck cum from my pussy
while you eat it or you never would make me orgasm. Do you want
to hear about the rest of my weekend?"
"Yes, Becky. I would like that."
"Well, come sit by me." She scooted up so her back was resting on
the pillows and patted the bed beside her. She yawned and
stretched.
"Where was I? Remember when you were a kid, a little kid maybe
five or six and you went to the playground to ride the swings? You
would kick your legs and go higher, and kick and higher.
Remember? Then, you would get way high, kicking your legs to
the sky. Right at the top, your head would be so far back you were
looking at the ground. Then, movement would cease for an instant
and you would feel weightless. Down you went again, swinging
backwards toward the ground. Remember how good it felt?
This was ten times better. Better. My feet were not swinging much,
just the inches the straps in the limo moved, just the inches the rope
would allow. But, my pussy, oh, my pussy moved back and forth,
back and forth, almost weightless, Bobby. And, my head was back
all the time. Oh, Bobby, the best part though was my pussy ring.
His finger was through it. With each swing, the tension on the ring
tightened. It would pull. Then, it would be painful and I was afraid I
would tear. Just when I thought the pain would make me scream,
back I would swing and the bolts would come.
Bolts, Bobby, of pleasure, firing from my pussy all through me,
making me tingle.
Oh, I wanted to cum but, he would not let me. Mr. Williams is a
good lover, Bobby, real good. You should take lessons from him.
He knows how to make a girl beg for it, especially if the girl is a slut
like me.
Then, he let go of the ring. He stopped touching me. He would not
talk. I just swung there in the air, needing to cum. I was so open, so
available my pussy in his face, but he did not touch me.
'Mr. Williams? Please, say something,' I finally asked, but he was
silent.
You know, Bobby, that is when I felt the sluttiest. Just hanging
there, my legs spread as wide as they could go, my pussy so open
and exposed and him ignoring me, letting me hang. My arms were
hurting now and my legs ached. I felt my excitement ease away.
The limo slowed. When it did, he started removing the ropes, letting
me down. I sat for a second, my legs throbbing. I rubbed my arms
to get circulation back in them.
"Slut' he said. 'I have a date tonight. I am leaving you here. This is
a retirement home. Go to apartment 2312, which is my father's unit.
Do whatever he says. You are his slut tonight. I will pick you up at
ten in the morning. Be wearing this.'
He handed me a small bag. Did I feel like a slut? Oh, Bobby, it was
so delicious. It seemed Mr. Williams was making me more slutty
with everything he did. I just loved it.
Well, I went through security. As I was looking for the apartment,
several of the residents were sitting outside. As I walked by, I heard
one say, 'slut'. That was me. Slut.
Can I have some water, Bobby?"
I got Becky the glass of water. She was looking down at her shaven
snatch when I returned. I saw her gently stroking the clit ring. Little
goose bumps broke over her breasts and chest.
"Oh, thanks, Bobby. Well, I knocked on the door and it opened in
a second. A man was standing there. He looked like Mr. Williams
but older. I guess he was seventy-five or so. His face was wrinkled
like a cotton dress thrown in a pile, but he had a big smile as he
looked at me up and down. Really, Bobby, I was so disappointed.
I was looking forward to some action with Mr. Williams and he
sends me to an old folks home. But, I smiled and tried to act
happy.
'I'm Charles Williams. Call me Horse. All my friends do.'
I shook his hand but he did not let go, pulling me into the room and
closing the door behind me. Bobby, there were three other old men
sitting on the couch and a man in a wheel chair. He introduced
them. Dutch, the man in the wheelchair, said he was ninety-one. I
noticed a video camera in his lap and I knew they were going to
photograph me.
Barton was next to him. Barton was eighty-three. He was only
about five four and did not weigh any more than I do. He was so
scrawny. Bobby, I was afraid he might break. Then, Ed. Ed was
way stooped over, with one of those humps on his backs like real
old men get. He was leaning on his cane, his head up, peering at
me over trifocals. Chick was last. Chick had a huge belly. He was
wearing his house slippers.
Oh, Bobby, I was getting really down now. I wanted some fun.
What fun could I have with these old men? Well, let me tell you,
they had some fun planned!
Horse pointed to a straight chair, sitting about a foot away from the
wall.
"Sit there, girly girl,' he said with a grin.
I sat down. Horse put a hand on each of my thighs and pulled me to
the edge of the chair, so I was hanging off it. He picked up my feet
and brought them back so the long high heels were hooked behind
the chair legs. I could not unhook them without sliding back in the
chair, so I was trapped there. That brought my knees out at an
angle like this and really spread my legs. Suddenly, all five of them
were looking into my shaved pussy.
'Should I take off my dress?' I asked.
Ed replied, "Leave it on, You look like more of a slut with it
flopped open like that.'
Oh, Bobby, I did look like a slut, a real cheap slut, with my knees so
wide and my heels locked behind the chair legs. Horse pulled me
forward a little more. I was so open in front of them. Horse went
into the kitchen. He came back in a minute with a fishing pole and
a zucchini. Look, Bobby, my pussy is dripping just from telling you
about this!"
She was dripping, too. Becky, my little slut wife was dripping like a
faucet. She dipped her finger in her pussy and licked it clean. Then,
she dipped again and offered it to me. Of course, I opened my
mouth. Her pussy tasted great.
"Well, Bobby, Horse pulled some line from the pole. It was clear
line, whatyacallit?"
"Monofilament line."
"And it had a little thing on the end. He showed it to me, said it was
for attaching lures. He called it a spinner. It had a catch. He clipped
it onto the ring in my clit hood.
'Ole Horse done caught himself some real fish now,' Ed said.
'Now, honey, you masturbate on this veggie here while we watch.'
The zucchini was cold, very cold. I shivered when he handed it to
me. I put the cold veggie to my pussy lips, moving it around to
lubricate it. Horse sat down with the fishing pole in his hand. He
pulled the line tight and it tugged my ring. Oh, Bobby, I was still so
horny from swinging in the limo, when he started pulling on that
ring, I just about came!
'Don't touch your pretty little twat, girly girl. Just use the veggie,'
Horse said to me.
It was so cold, but my pussy felt like a gaping hole. I had to have
something up me. I started to squirm from the coldness. Then,
Horse pulled the line. He was really making me dance with that
fishing pole. I started inching the zucchini up my pussy. I was so
wet, Bobby. Can you see me, fucking myself on a zucchini with my
clit tethered to a fishing pole while five dirty old men watch?
I mean, is that world class slut or what!
Oh, Bobby, you are so hard again. Well, this time you will have to
wait!"
"I don't won't to wait. I want to fuck you."
"Fuck yourself, wimp!"
"Mr. Williams will punish you for that, Becky."
She stared at me, a nasty, demeaning stare.
"Well, if that is not the wimpiest, queerest sounding thing anybody
ever said to me. Real masculine, Bobby. What a man! Threatening
me with your boss! Like a three-year-old. Why don't you be a man,
you worthless wimp? Why don't you take me! A real man would.
But, then a real man would not let his woman be the slut of his
boss, would he?"
I didn't like that. I did not like it one bit. After all, she wanted to be
his slut. She wanted Mr. Williams to fuck her and make her
pregnant. I was trying to be understanding, to be loving! I was
trying to make the bitch happy!
She rolled over, exposing the back of her thighs.
"See where I was whipped, Bobby. See how a real man treats a
woman who belongs to him. But, you would not know anything
about what a real man does, would you?"
I was so angry I thought I might hit her, so I left the room. I went
into the kitchen, got a beer and went out on the patio. It was ten
minutes before I heard the door open. She knelt by the chair.
"Look, Bobby. I'm sorry. Come on back inside. I will fuck you
and then I will finish telling you about my weekend."
I followed her back to my bedroom. Now, I was hurt and angry.
She spread her legs for me, those legs she spread for Mr. Williams.
"Come on, Bobby," she said softly.
"No. You get on top."
"All right."
She had a funny little smile on her face as I lay back on the bed.
She swung her leg over me and eased my raging cock into her
pussy. She started to move, move up and down.
What would Mr. Williams do? I thought. What would my boss do
to satisfy his hot slut? His slut that was my wife. She said she liked
being a slut and she was my slut, too.
Well, let her satisfy me!
Up and down. She was sweating, starting to moan. Pussy ring! I
slipped my little finger through the ring in her clit hood. When she
moved, it pulled. Her eyes flew open and she gasped.
"Yes," she moaned.
Fuck yourself on my cock, slut! I thought. I did not care if I ever
came, but she cared if she did. Faster, faster. The ring was pulling.
She was riding my cock.
"Now! Now! Oh. Oh. Yes, Bobby. YES! YES!"
She collapsed on me, gasping, her breathing ragged and hot on my
chest, her juices dripping down my cock onto my balls.
When she rolled off me, she had an expression on her face I had
not seen it years. I think it was satisfaction. Sexual satisfaction.
From me. From me!
"Bobby, I came from you fucking me. Do you know how long it
has been since I did that? And, you did not cum at all, did you?"
"No, I did not. Now, tell me the rest of your story."
She whispered, "Bobby. I am exhausted. Let me go to sleep."
"Not until you finish telling me about your weekend."
"Okay. Oh, yes. I felt so slutty as they all watched me as I
masturbated on the zucchini. I moved it in and out. It was so slick
from my juices I could barely hold on to it. Horse pulled my clit
ring. He must be a hell of a fisherman. His touch was just perfect,
tight when I needed it, light when I needed that. I felt my orgasm
building. I was almost there. Almost. I started to cum. He yanked
the line hard. Then, again. Again. I was cumming and I could not
stop. I passed out and fell out of the chair."
"Becky! Were you hurt?"
"No. But, I felt very foolish. I felt Horse detach the spinner from
my clit ring. He picked me up and carried me into his bedroom.
They put cold packs on my head and let me cool down. Then, one
of them said, "Show her why they call you Horse."
Becky shivered remembering it.
"Bobby, the old man unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest
cock I have ever seen. Much bigger than his son's cock. Bobby, it
was huge. I had never seen anything like it. I was afraid it would
stretch my pussy until it never would be the same.
'You don't plan to fuck me with that?' I asked.
'Girly-girl, I plan to fuck you all night with this,' Horse replied."
She had a smile on her face remembering how fucking Mr.
Williams' father felt. She must have enjoyed it. Her eyes closed
and she fell asleep. I slapped her hard across the ass. She awakened
with a start.
"Becky, tell me what happened!"
"Oh, Bobby. It was like being fist fucked it was so big. He hit my
cervix with every stroke. He was still fucking me an hour later when
I passed out. Then, they awakened me. I fucked or sucked all of
them before the night was over. What really hurt was Horse
fucking my ass. Oh, God, it hurt! Bobby, please. Let me sleep."
She turned away and closed her eyes.
I tried to awaken her, but she was so exhausted I could not. I left
her there, too tired to talk from the fucking she had received over
the weekend from my boss and his father.
I locked up the house for the night. As I was turning out the lights,
I remembered my instructions from Mr. Williams about taking her
someplace in the morning. I found the note and read it.
It was the name and address of a hospital.
I wondered what Mr. Williams' had planned for his slut.
For my wife.
It was difficult awakening Becky in the morning, but I did it. I
carried her to the car and drove her to the hospital, checked her in
and waited as the doctor came out. He told her to lie on the
Gurney. Then, a nurse gave her the preoperative anesthetic.
"You can leave now," he said to me.
"What are you going to do to my wife?"
"Exactly what Mr. Williams told me to do. He will explain it to
you."
I drove to the office and reported to Mr. Williams, as he had
instructed me. I could not find his secretary so I knocked on the
door and identified myself. He told me to come in.
Mr. Williams was sitting behind his desk.
"Good morning, Bob. What can I do for you?" His voice sounded
strained.
"I was wondering what was going to happen to my wife?"
Mr. Williams let out a small groan and his head went back. He
moved his hands under the desk. I saw his hips start to buck. I
thought he was masturbating. Right here as I watched. He gasped
as his face turned red. He gave one powerful thrust. It seemed an
hour as he held that position. Then, he relaxed.
I did not know what to do. So, I stood there with my heart
pounding. I knew I had the hardest cock I could remember.
"Good job, Trudy," he said. "Now, give Bob one."
He slid his chair back and his secretary climbed out from under his
desk. Her makeup was smeared, her lipstick spread all over her
face. Her hair was in tangles. Cum dripped down her chin and her
tongue snaked out to lick it away. She had a wild, sexual look in
her eyes.
"Pull your pants down and have a seat, Bob," Mr. Williams said.
I sat with my pants around my ankles. Trudy wobbled over and
collapsed between my legs. She wrapped her mouth around my
cock. Nobody had ever seen me have sex before. Nobody but my
slut wife. Nobody but her had ever sucked my cock. But, I was
getting a blow job from my boss' secretary as he watched me. She
sucked cock a lot better than my wife.
I could not hold back. I shot, filling her mouth with cum. She
swallowed. Then, she stayed between my legs and rested, too tired
to stand.
"I am sure you want to know what I am having done to my slut,"
Mr. Williams said. "I will tell you. She is having extensive plastic
surgery. First, breast implants. She is a B-cup, Bob. They will
make her a DD-cup. That is the size of Pamela Lee, if you were
wondering. She is having liposuction which will remove about three
to four inches off her stomach and waist. The combination of the
two will make her have an hourglass figure. I don't like her nose.
They will rebuild that the way I want it.
I decided to have her pierced while she is there. I wanted her to be
able to feel it, so they will do the piercings separate from her
surgery and without anesthesia. It will be painful and she will
remember it. It will make her feel more slutty, Bob. Don't think I
am cruel to her. I really like Becky. Sluts like to be treated
harshly."
"Yes, sir. Where will she be pierced?"
"She will have a small, round brad in her tongue. The brad is raised with bumps on
it. It feels great when she sucks your cock. Then, they are piercing her
navel. I had some jewelry made for her."
He handed me a small jewelry box. I opened it. Inside was a charm
like teenage girls wear around their neck with their names dangling
from a gold chain. Except this was not a name. This said "slut."
"Then, six graduated gold earrings in each ear. Finally, her pussy.
Three gold rings on each side, six in total. Yes, she will be well
pierced."
"That sounds like a lot," I said.
"It is. She will recuperate for four weeks. During that time, you
need to take good care of her for me. Make sure you do everything
the doctor says so she heals properly."
I was insulted! I mean, she may be his slut, but she was still my
wife. Of course, I would take good care of her. She was my Becky
and I loved her.
"I will not see her until she is healed and ready to be used. During
that month, I have some things I want you to do for me."
"Certainly, Mr. Williams. Anything you want."
What did he want? What had I just agreed to do to his slut? To my
wife? My heart was pounding but, once again, I was real hard and
my cock poked against my trousers.
"Trudy. Get the package."
His secretary stood, bracing herself on my thigh as she did. She
gave me a sexy smile. In a moment, she returned with a box and a
folder which she handed to Mr. Williams. He extracted a sheet of
paper from the folder and handed it to me.
"That is a schedule of her whippings, Bob. She needs to be
whipped each day, in the evening. It is a matrix with the date down
the left axis and the place where she is to be whipped across the
top. The number of strokes is determined by reading the matrix.
Questions?"
"Sir, to see if I am reading this correctly? No whippings until she
has been out of the hospital for two weeks. Then, for example,
Tuesday she is to get three strokes across the inside of each thigh.
On Thursday, one across each nipple. Is that right?"
"Yes, Bob. You will give her the punishment with this."
He handed me a riding crop.
"The stroke should be hard enough so it is visible two hours later
but not so hard that it can be seen after twelve hours. It will take
you a while to learn how to do it. Don't be afraid to hurt her. Better
too strong than too weak. Just experiment. In addition, Bob,
follow these instructions."
He handed me another piece of paper. It was a detailed plan. I was
stunned when I read it. I could not believe this was going to happen
to my wife, to my Becky. It would be worse than the whipping. I
guess he could read my face.
"Don't worry. She will love it. I will explain just to make sure you
understand. Each morning before you go to work, attach her wrist
restraints to the corner of your bed, to spread her arms and keep her
from escaping. Her legs will not be bound. Use the heavy chain in
this box to bind her wrists to the headboard. Then, with the small
gold chains, attach her nipple rings to her wrist restraints. Then,
every movement she makes will pull on her nipples. Lubricate the
butt plug and stick it up her ass. Then, insert the vibrator and turn it
to high. Finally, put the leathers around her to hold the vibrator and
butt plug in place."
"And, leave her that way all day?"
"Yes, Bob. She should be left that way for at least eight hours.
Now, as you can read, the first week she will be hospitalized. Then,
the second week, use the smallest vibrator. The third week, you will
use the medium vibrator. The last week, the biggest one will be
used. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Bob, thank you for helping me train my slut. I appreciate
it. In fact, I have a little bonus for you."
"What is that, Mr. Williams?"
"I will be out of town for a week and I do not want Trudy
neglected. I want you to spend your lunch hours in here with her
each day."
I glanced at Trudy. She gave me a big sexy grin.
"You may fuck her all you want, but I want her to suck your cock
for at least half an hour. Keeps her in training."
I could not believe it. My boss, Mr. Williams, had another slut
besides my wife and he wanted her to suck my cock during lunch
hour! He wanted me to help him train his sluts!
Me! Bobby! I was elated by the very thought of helping him.
"And, I want you to spend the night with Trudy this week. She is
available and Becky will be in the hospital. There is no need for you
to be alone."
Mr. Williams gave a demanding smile to Trudy. She blushed
slightly and wiggled like a bitch in heat.
"I want you to whip Trudy for me, too, Bobby."
"No," Trudy said, both hands covering her ass. Her lower lip was
quivering.
"Yes, Trudy, my little slut. You need a few and Bobby needs the
practice. Tonight, show Bobby how to hang you by your feet. I
want you to have ten across the back of your thighs tonight."
"Please, no, Mr. Williams," she whined as a tear ran down her
cheek.
"Do it, Bob," he said to me. "Feel free to fuck Trudy any time you
wish. And, you really should fuck her ass since I know you cannot
have Becky that way. Any other questions?"
"No, sir."
He gave me a big smile and shook my hand.
"That is all. You may leave."
To be continued . . .
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