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    Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.
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    MY BOSS' SLUT
    Part Six
    I showered in the morning and made us breakfast.
    "I wonder what I will do today?" Becky said.  
    I just smiled. I knew what she was going to do because I knew she
was going to be tied to the bed all day.  She kept asking me what I
was doing as I fastened the leather restraints to her wrists. I
snugged them tightly so she could not get away.  Then, I chained her
to the headboard corners with the chain, just like Mr. Williams told
me to do.
    "Bobby, what are you doing?" she asked, concern evident in her
voice. 
    "I thought sluts did not question their man," I replied.
    "You are my husband, not my man."
    "Becky, I know you are Mr. William's slut first, but, you are my
slut second.  Anyway, he told me to do this to you.  So, keep quiet!"
    Then, I fastened the clamps to her nipples and attached the clamp
chain to her wrists.
    "Oh, migod," she said.  "This will stimulate me all day."
    "I am not through."
    I greased the butt plug and the vibrator and inserted each in its
proper place.  She was whispering "no, no" as I tied the leathers
around her, holding them in place.  I turned the vibrator to high.
She jammed her feet on the bed and arched her back.  I heard her
groan.
    "Have a nice day," I said as I turned out the light and left.
    There was a note on my desk when I got to the office.  Mr.
Williams wanted to see me Immediately.  I went right to his office.
Trudy had a smug smile on her face as she let me in.  I had been
horribly concerned because when Mr. Williams trusted me to whip his
other slut, Trudy, I had whipped her too hard.  He told me to hit her
so the stripe would disappear in twelve hours. But, I gave her one
that had lasted seven days.
    Mr. Williams was sitting behind his desk when I entered.  When he
stood, I saw his cock hanging outside his pants and it was hard.  I
looked at Trudy who was standing beside me.
    "I want my cock sucked," Mr. Williams said emphatically.
    I looked at Trudy, but Mr. Williams said, "I want you to suck it,
Bobby. Come get on your knees!"
    My head was reeling and I felt a little dizzy. Suck my boss' cock?
Me?  Bobby?  That is what he just said.  He was glaring at me as he
slowly stroked it, keeping it rock hard.
    "Now, Bobby."
    I know I had never thought about sucking his cock, or any other
cock, for that matter.  Often I had eaten my own cum out of Becky's
pussy, but that was to help her orgasm since I gave her so few orgasms
with my cock.  That is why she liked being Mr. Williams slut so much.
He made her cum like a house afire.  I was totally unprepared for him
ordering me to suck his cock.  I don't know why I said it, but I did.
    "No, sir."
    "What did you say, you wimp?  I will fire you and take your wife
away from you forever.  She is my slut and she will do as I tell her.
Do you want that?  Do you want to lose Becky and your job?"
    Trudy had a superior, smug expression. I was very angry with her
for I was sure she had whined to Mr. Williams and set up this whole
scene.  But, it was Mr. Williams' face I studied. He did not look
angry.  He looked neutral, almost quizzical.
    I know Becky thought I was a wimp, a worthless wimp, because I
could not give her the baby she wanted.  I knew she liked fucking my
boss and his friends more than she liked fucking me. Even Trudy said I
was not as strong as Mr. Williams, implying I was less than a man. 
    I knew losing Becky would be the worse thing that even happened to
me. But, I had only one answer.
    "Mr. Williams, I will do almost anything you want me to do.  But,
sir, I will not do that!"
    I was nauseous I was so frightened, but something told me I had
answered correctly.  Mr.  Williams looked at Trudy and smiled.  She
looked chastised, that smug expression wiped from her face.
    "That was the correct answer, Bob.  I was testing you.  Trudy,
come get over the desk."
    "Yes, Mr. Williams," Trudy answered in a shy, little girl voice. 
    I watched as Mr. Williams tied Trudy across his desk just like he
had tied my wife that first day he had whipped her.  He raised her
skirt.  She was not wearing hose or panties.  I could see the stripe
on her ass still healing.
    "I knew you would not do it, Bob, but Trudy thought you would.  I
had to make sure. I am proud of your answer. Now, let's talk about
whipping sluts.  This stripe you gave Trudy is almost eight days old
and is still very visible.  That is way too hard."
    "I understand, sir.  I am sorry about that."
    "Don't apologize.  I was afraid you would be too gentle with them.
A real slut likes to feel the sting.  She likes to know her man will
whip her when she needs it.  I want to show you how hard to swing.  We
can practice on Trudy.  You don't mind, do you Trudy?"
    "Please, Mr. Williams," she pleaded, her voice quivering.
    "What did you say, Trudy?"
    "No, sir," she sobbed.
    "Gag her, Bob."
    I gagged Trudy with the same gag that had filled Mr. Williams'
other slut's mouth, Becky's mouth. I handed him the crop.
    "Now, watch."
    Mr. Williams and I practiced whipping Trudy.  I must admit it
takes more skill to whip a slut than I realized but after twelve or
so, I was doing much better. I knew I was because Mr. Williams said
so.  
    "Bob, you want front or back?"
    "Either is fine with me, sir."
    "Take her mouth then.  I will ream out her pussy."
    So, Mr. Williams and I double fucked his slut secretary as she lay
tied across his desk.  I pulled out and came on her face. Honestly,
Trudy loved the whole thing.  She was licking my cum from her lips and
smiling at me when I stood back to admire her and all my cum on her
face.
    "Have a seat, Bob.  We need to talk," Mr. Williams said.  
    He left Trudy strapped across his desk with cum on her face and
dripping out of her pussy.  She put her head down on the desk and
sighed happily. Mr. Williams patted her head. She raised up and smiled
at him before snuggling back against the desk again.
    "Bob, Becky is a magnificent slut. Out of the best sluts in
America, Becky would rank in the top ten.   Did she tell you about her
weekend with my club?"
    "Yes, sir."
    "Bob, they all loved her.  In fact, we came up with a plan and I
want to discuss it with you.  I want your agreement before we
implement it."
    "Thank you, Mr. Williams, but she is your slut. Why not ask her?"
    "Sluts don't want to be asked.  They want to be told.  Isn't that
right, Trudy?"
    "Yes, Mr. Williams," she whispered softly.
    "But, since you will be spending the rest of your life with Becky,
I want to make sure you agree."
    "What is it?"
    "First, I am sure Becky told you there were six men there.  But,
that is only part of my club.  Total membership is twenty-four. In the
past, we have had club sluts, and most of us also have our own sluts,
like Trudy here is mine."
    Trudy blushed a little but wiggled her ass invitingly. 
    "We want Becky to be our new club slut. She would quit teaching.
We would provide a townhouse where she would go each morning.  She
would service whichever men were on the schedule that day. Bob, this
is a paying position.  We pay ten thousand a month, year around, even
in those months where she was too pregnant to have sex.  Of course, we
would not let her know it is a paying position.  The money would go to
you, for a new house to hold all those kids and to invest for the
future."
    My mind was reeling!  My Becky making that kind of money.  But,
she would be a whore!
    "I do not know if I want her to be a whore, Mr. Williams."
    "She would not be.  Just consider her a professional slut, helping
you to provide for your future and that of your children.  All of
these men are clean, discreet and very careful, Bobby.  We do not want
to run the hazards of fucking around.  That is why we prefer having a
club slut to bringing in call girls or hookers."   
     He could tell by my expression my brain was trying to digest all
this.
    "Bob, did you leave the vibrator and butt plug in her like I
said?"
    "Yes, sir."
    "And, her nipples are chained?"
    "Of course."
    "Bob, you know Becky is always horny as hell.  She absolutely
loves sex."
    "Yes.  I know," I replied with a grin.  I loved it that she loved
sex.
    "After three weeks of being stimulated as much as she is, no one
man will be able to satisfy her.  No one. Not me and not you. She will
be a big titted fucking machine.  By making her the club slut, you
insure she is only having sex with good men and men who will not try
to take her away from you.  It really is to your advantage."
    "I can see that."
    "Probably, with twenty-four of us, she will have twenty-four men a
week, plus you, of course.  That should keep her happy."
    "I do want to see my Becky happy."
    "I know you do, Bob.  And, she knows it, too."
    "Okay, Mr. Williams.  I agree."
    "Good. Trudy will keep her schedule, arranging the dates and times
when men will arrive at the townhouse. Becky will be at the townhouse
and fuck and suck whatever man is there. By the way, there will be
twenty-five.  My father was so taken with her he wants to be included.
The other club members have approved it."
    "She was impressed with your father, too, Mr. Williams."
    He laughed.
    "Every woman is.  I wish I had inherited his big cock rather than
his blonde hair. Now, let's talk about Trudy.  I want you to still
enjoy Trudy, Bob. I do have a sexy and pretty wife who likes me to
fuck her twice a week or so.  There will be times Trudy might be
lonely and I do not want that for her. 
    Remember when you were a teenager?  You would go to your father
and say 'hey, pop.  Can I borrow the car tonight?'  If he said yes,
you took the car for a ride?  Well, let me be pop. You know Trudy is
much more fun to ride than dad's old Chevy.  Come to me and ask
anytime you want her.  You would like that, wouldn't you, Trudy?"
    Trudy raised her head.  I could see the cum on her face, white and
dry.  She gave me a big smile.
    "Yes.  I would like that."
    "I would like it, too," I said, grinning back at her.  Trudy was
not my Becky. By that I mean, I did not love her like I loved Becky,
but Trudy was fun and sweet.
    "Only one more thing, Bob.  The baby."
    "That is very important, Mr. Williams.  Becky really wants to have
children."
    "She will have five before we are through. As for now, she is
resting for four weeks.  One reason is the surgery. The other reason
is the timing of her ovulation.  The weekend we will take her is the
weekend she is ovulating.  We can almost guarantee she will get
pregnant."
    "How do you know she is not pregnant now?"
    "When she was in the hospital, the doctor did a D&C, where they
scrape out the lining of her uterus.  And, no one has fucked her since
then.  There is no baby in there."
    "Oh."
    "This is what I want to do with her.  My father, five other men
and I have formed a little betting pool. We all will take Becky that
weekend, planting our seed in her.  When the baby comes, the one whose
seed sprouted will win the bet.  We are putting five thousand each
into the bet, Bob, which is a total of thirty-five thousand.  The
father of the baby will get fifteen thousand of that. The other twenty
will go into a education fund for the baby."
    "Wow.  I have never heard of anything like that."
    "These guys like to bet almost as much as they like to fuck.  You
have any problems with that?"
    "No, sir.  It would be great for the baby's college to be paid
for."
    "And, that child will definitely need to go to an outstanding
university. You will have a special child, Bob.  All of these men are
very intelligent, successful, healthy, well educated, and are handsome
with good, athletic physiques." 
    "Good."
    "There is one thing they do not have in common.  They do not have
your physical characteristics."
    "I don't understand," I said, although I understood perfectly what
he said.
    "Becky has blue eyes and brown hair.  You have light brown hair
and green eyes.  Of the seven, only my father and I have the same
characteristics.  One is a wild, red headed Scotsman.  The other four
all have dark eyes. They are a Sicilian, a Hispanic, a black, and an
oriental."
    "Then, the baby will not look like us."
    "The odds are two out of seven the first baby will look like you.
Bob, I could have picked only men who had your basic characteristics,
but I wanted a diverse group."
    "Why?"
    "It makes the waiting more suspenseful. And, we might even make
some side bets during that nine month wait.  But, from your
perspective, Becky is a slut.  She loves being a slut.  What could be
more slutty that having a child that obviously is not your husband's?
Then, for the rest of her life, anyone will know she fucked around
because the baby does not look like you."
    "I see what you mean, Mr. Williams."
    "Let me explain further.  The way the bet is set up is more
complicated than just that. The first time there will seven of us
depositing our seed in Becky. But, the winner drops out and the next
baby roulette will have only six contestants. Since she will have five
babies, the last one will be the product of one of only three men.
Work out the math.  The odds are overwhelming she will deliver a
rainbow before she is through."
    Mr. Williams gave me a big, happy grin.  Trudy was smiling
contentedly as she lay bound on the desk. 
    "Bob, that is a real slut.  Five children, five obviously
different fathers."
    "Well, she does enjoy being a slut."
    "Yes, she does. And, she is a damn fine slut, too.  So, any
problems with the plan?"
    "No, sir.  It sounds like you have an interesting future planned
for Becky."
    "And, for you. These will be your children as well as hers. You
will be living with her and raising those children."
    "I love children, Mr. Williams. I just hope they are all healthy
and happy."
    "Me, too.  Anything else?"
    "No, sir."
    "Have a good day.  Oh, Bob, not one word of any of this to Becky.
I want everything that happens to be a surprise to her."
    I nodded acquiescence.  Mr. Williams was starting to fuck Trudy's
ass as I quietly closed the door behind me.  
    I was very surprised how much work I got done that day.  It was
six when I opened the front door at my house. I heard Becky groaning
in the bedroom. When I saw her, she was writhing in sexual need on the
bed, the chains pulled tight, her nipples distended.  The vibrator was
still humming away. 
    "Oh, Bobby.  Thank God.  I cannot cum. Please, Bobby! Let me cum."
    As I walked to the bed, I wondered how often she would cum after
eighteen days of being bound like this. The bed was soaked with her
sweat and love juice.  She was out of control. I knew I was not
suppose to fuck her yet.  So, I slipped my finger in her clit ring and
pulled.  She started thrusting back and forth, using the tension to
stimulate herself.
    She screamed like a banshee when she came.  And, she did not stop
cumming until she passed out.  I undid the leather and removed her
vibrator and butt plug.  I unfastened the nipple clamp and unbound her
wrists. She did not move. I covered her over with a blanket and went
to make dinner. 
    It was more than an hour later when Becky stumbled into the
kitchen.  She looked exhausted but happy. 
    "Oh, Bobby," she said with a smile. 
    She sat on my lap with her legs outside mine. Her huge tits rested
on my chest as she put her head on my shoulder.
    "God, what a day.  Bobby, it was wild. I was right on the edge of
orgasm the whole time.  The whole time.  My pussy was running like a
faucet.  But, I could not cum. Can I get something to eat?"
    "Sure, Becky."  
    I started preparing her a plate.
    "Did you get laid today?"
    "No, but Trudy sucked my cock."
    "Good.  I am too tired for sex."
    She almost fell asleep eating.  I carried her into the bedroom and
she was out for the night.  It was much later when I realized I had
not whipped her.  I hoped Mr. Williams would not be too mad about
that. 
    The next day, I again left Becky tied and stimulated.  Again that
night, she was too tired to fuck me.  On the third night after Becky
passed out, I went to Trudy's house.  I was getting horny!
    I did it just like Mr. Williams suggested.  When I asked to borrow
his Chevy, he laughed for ten minutes, then told me to just go over to
Trudy's house.  
    When I got there, Trudy answered the door in her bathrobe.  She
dragged me into the bedroom.  I saw her vibrator on the bedside table.
It stayed there because I went where it had been. It was very late
when I slipped back into my own bed, but Becky never seemed to know I
had been gone.
    Friday had been a breakthrough for Becky.  She told me she had
orgasmed seven or eight times during the day from the vibrator.  But,
Friday night, she told me was too tired again. When she said it, she
gave me a nasty look, her face all crunched up, her eyes small and
beady. She was still tied to the bed, but I had removed the vibrator,
chains and plug.
    "What is wrong?" I asked.
    "You have been sneaking out at night, Bobby.  You think I don't
know, but wives know these things.  Where were you going?  You have
someone else, don't you?"
    Ice storms are not as cold as Becky's voice. 
    "I went to Trudy's house.  You were off limits and exhausted.
Monday you told me you were glad I had been with Trudy because you
were too tired.  Remember?"
    "Oh.  Well.  Still. I am not going to have sex with you, Bobby,
until you apologize to me and promise to never see Trudy again."
    "Mr. Williams said I could have Trudy anytime I wanted to."
    "Mr. Williams said!  Mr. Williams said!  You wimp!  Well, tell Mr.
Williams I am cutting you off! And, tell him I am cutting him off,
too!  I am the best goddamned slut in the whole fucking country and I
am cutting him off!  See how he likes that!"
    Becky was certainly very angry.  I was unsure what to do and I
wanted to do the right thing for us both.  I guess she read my mind.
    "Go ahead.  Call Mr. Williams, you wimp!  Ask your boss what to do
with your wife since you are too big a wimp to know yourself!"
    So, I did.  I explained to Mr. Williams what had happened.  He let
out a big sigh.
    "Where is Becky now, Bob?"
    "Hands still tied to the bed, sir."
    "Good. First, put the restraints on Becky's ankles and tie them to
the foot of the bed.  Tie her very tightly, really stretching her out.
Then, gag her.  Call Trudy from the phone next to the bed so Becky can
hear everything. Tell Trudy to come spend the weekend with you and to
bring clothes and cosmetics.  Really, Bob, that will be a great
assistance to me.  My wife's sister is in town and I need to fuck both
of them this weekend.  I was feeling badly about neglecting Trudy."
    "Good idea, Mr. Williams, but what about Becky?"
    "I am not finished.  After you talk to Trudy, get the riding crop.
Remember how hard you hit Trudy that first time?"
    "Yes, sir."
    "First, carefully explain to Becky she is to be very submissive
and sweet to you and to me.  Explain she is never to threaten you, or
me, again.  Explain she is a slut, my slut and your slut, and that
sluts do not open their mouths unless some man wants to put a cock in
it.  That was the original deal, Bob.  While she is foremost my slut,
she is your slut, too."
    "I remember that very clearly."
    "I thought you would. Then, give Becky two swats of the crop, each
as hard as the swat you gave Trudy."
    "Wow.  Where, sir?"
    "On the bottom of her feet.  That is very painful.  She probably
will not be able to walk for a few days, maybe even a few weeks.  Do
not help her out, or make it easy on her.  Make her crawl everywhere.
Be sure to tell her you want her to crawl.  Then, explain every time
she steps out of line, she will receive swats that hard either on the
bottom of her feet, her nipples, or right on her pussy.  Be very
explicit, Bob."
    "Yes, sir."
    "One other thing.  Fuck Trudy in your bed with Becky bound and
lying right beside you.  Tell Trudy to make a lot of noise when she
cums.  Last and certainly not least, after you cum in Trudy, have her
squat over Becky and make Becky eat your cum from Trudy's pussy.  Come
to think of it, as much as Becky loves cum, tell Becky that is a
reward because you really love her."
    "Mr. Williams, I really . . . "
    "Got to go, Bob.  My sister-in-law just started sucking my cock."
He disconnected.
    Becky's eyes were big and she seemed hardly to breathe as she
watched me.
    "What did he say?"
    "He left it to me to handle anyway I want to, Becky.  Now, you
told me a good slut shuts up and does what her man says.  I am your
man, Becky."
    "Oh, bullshit!  You are my wimp husband.  Mr. Williams is my man."
    Methodically, completely, and, I must say, with a great deal of
personal satisfaction, I did just like Mr. Williams said.  The two
blows of the riding crop across the bottom of her feet caused a great
deal of noise and activity on her part.  When I explained to Becky if
she was unpleasant again,  the next time the crop would land across
her nipples and pussy, I believe she understood I was serious.
      Becky never was unbound for the weekend. She was not always
attached to the bed, but she was always in bondage. Trudy did the
cooking because Becky could not stand on her feet. Becky crawled
everyplace she went.  At first, she bitched and moaned about crawling
and the pain in her feet.  A solid blow across her ass ended that
noise.
    Friday night, with Becky bound to the bed, I fucked Trudy as we
lay next to Becky. Trudy had been coached so she screamed her orgasm.
She also called my name over and over.  Does anything sound so sweet?  
    "Yes, Bob, you stud," Trudy yelled as I fucked her.
    "He is not a stud, you brainless bimbo.  He is a weak little
wimp," Becky replied.
    I did not tell Trudy to call me stud or to yell out my name, for
that matter.  She just did it.  I hoped she did it because she meant
it, but I did not ask her. I would rather not know for sure than know
for sure it was an act. 
    I did not respond to Becky's reply to Trudy.  But, I can tell you
I was sick and tired of her calling me a wimp.
    Saturday morning, Trudy made breakfast.  After we ate, I bound
Becky hand and foot while Trudy and I went to the mall.  She would
have been screaming curses at me, I know, if I had not gagged her,
too.
    When we got back from the mall, Becky was more angry then ever.  I
kept her gagged.  I did not want or need her abuse. Without Trudy's
help, I wrestled Becky until I tied her to the bed. Her legs were
spread as wide as I could get them and tied above her head to the
headboard.  Then, I whipped the inside of her thighs six times on each
thigh, leaving a series of beautiful, raised, red parallel welts, each
of which brought a scream clearly audible through the gag. The last
two swats went on her crotch, one on each side of her pussy.  She
pissed all over herself.
    Trudy made the mistake of saying, "The bitch deserves it."  She
was tied the same way and received three of each side, but none across
her crotch.  I considered not even whipping her because she was
correct, the bitch did deserve it.  However, I did not want her to
think she could get away with anything.
    I played with and ate and fucked and caressed Trudy all weekend.
I never touched Becky.  Becky sucked down every drop of cum I shot,
all via Trudy's pussy grinding into her mouth.  
    It might have been the most important weekend of my life. No.  It
was the most important.
    Trudy went home about six on Sunday night.  I unbound Becky for
the first time. My heart was in my throat.  I had been very demanding
and very rough on Becky all weekend.  I had ignored her, making her
watch while I fucked another woman.  I had whipped her feet so hard
she still could not stand and whipped the inside of her thighs hard
enough so the stripes showed after thirty-six hours. 
    You could say it was a weekend like none other I ever had. 
    You could also say I had a lot more pride in myself at that point.
    Becky sat on the edge of the bed, one leg tucked under her.  She
watched me intently.  But, it was the way she watched me which was
important.  She looked shy and submissive.  She looked sweet.  She
still looked like a slut but with those tits, seven rings in her
crotch and a sign hanging from her navel which said "slut," what would
you expect her to look like? . 
    "Bobby, do you still love me?" she asked so softly I could barely
hear her.
    "What do you think?" 
    "Well, I think you do.  But, you have been really rough with me
this weekend.  I mean, you whipped me.  You had another woman in my
bed.  That's okay.  I mean, you are the man of the house and if you
want to fuck another woman, I understand.  And, I was a bitch.  I did
deserve the whipping.  But, Bobby, well, I want some attention, too."
    "Come here, Becky."
    As Becky slipped over beside me, I pulled her hair to roll her
over on her back. I leaned against her, feeling her breasts against
me. I put my hand on the inside of her thigh, feeling the welt. She
gasped and put her hands on my wrist to push me away.  I grabbed the
flesh to squeeze harder.
    "Becky, put your hands under your ass, and leave them there."
    She blinked rapidly, but hurried to comply.  
    "What has gotten into you?" she whispered.
    "I am not a wimp. I am a man who loves his wife and wants to see
her happy. But, every time you put me down, I am going to punish you."
    "Bobby, you are so changed."  It was said was admiration.
    "You have changed, too.  I like the changes in you.  I like you
being a slut, but, you have two men to please as a slut, Mr. Williams
and me.  Never forget me, Becky."
    It seemed an hour as we just looked at each other.  A million
times, I almost let go of her tenderized thigh or begged her
forgiveness, but I kept saying to myself: be tough, Mr.  Williams
would be tough. You know, I liked thinking like Mr. Williams.
    "I like your changes, too, Bobby.  I like you being rough with me.
I like you being a man for a change. No!"
    That no was in response to the very hard squeeze I made across the
welt on her thigh top. I squeezed until tears came to her eyes and she
sobbed. 
    "I am sorry, Bobby. I did not mean to put you down," she
whimpered.  
    I moved my hand to stroke up and down the lips of her pussy.  The
rings felt strange and I wondered what Mr. Williams had in mind. Becky
continued to stare at me, as if she were seeing me for the first time.
    "Bobby, how long am I going to share you with Trudy?"
    "Until Mr. Williams and I decide otherwise."
    "Bobby, what if we went back to like we were?  I mean, after Mr.
Williams gets me pregnant."
    "No, Becky.  You are a slut.  You are his slut and my slut.  Trudy
is his slut and my slut.  But, most importantly, you are my wife."
    She was squirming to get under me. 
    "You really don't mind me being a slut?"
    "No. I like it.  I am looking forward to raising our children."
    "Bobby, please, would you fuck me?" she murmured. 
    I slipped between Becky's legs.  It was the first time I mounted
her since surgery.  I could really tell the changes, and I liked them.
I thought Mr. Williams sure knows what he is doing. 
    I did not even think about pleasing Becky, or lasting long enough
to make her cum.  But, I did.
    "Bobby.  Bobby! Oh, yes! God, yes!" she screamed when she
orgasmed.
    I was so use to have her calling Mr. Williams name when she came,
her calling my name surprised me.  It was a very pleasant surprise.
    "I came from your cock, Bobby.  Your cock! It felt so good.
Bobby, just hold me.  Please.  Let this big titted slut sleep in your
arms tonight."
    Trudy was with Mr. Williams Monday and Tuesday night.  Tuesday
night Becky got on her knees and begged me not to keep my relationship
with Trudy.  She promised she would make me the happiest man in the
world if it were just she and I.  I told her I would think about it.
      Wednesday when I talked to Mr. Williams, he told me to keep
Trudy.  The competition was good for Becky.  I was doing all right
following Mr. Williams orders.  I told Becky Trudy was my slut, too,
and that is the way it would stay.  We fucked long and hard.
    As Becky healed, and as she spent more days with the vibrator, it
seemed her orgasms increased exponentially. She could orgasm so much
more easily now.  And, she loved to orgasm.  By the end of the third
week, she orgasmed every time I had sex with her. They were real,
positive, strong orgasms. 
    Mr. Williams and I had talked.  He had changed his mind about the
whippings every day but I still whipped her twice a week so she would
remember what it felt like.  Never once did I have to whip her for
demeaning me.  That is what pleased me.
    Yes.  Me.  Bobby.  I made my wife cum every time I fucked her. 
    On Tuesday, Mr. Williams called me into his office.
    "Well, Bob.  Friday is the big day.  She will spend the weekend
with the seven of us."
    "She is so excited. But, Mr. Williams, she is a bit hurt you have
not contacted her."
    "She is a slut.  She is suppose to sit by the phone wondering if I
will call.  She will see plenty of me this weekend.  Is she orgasming
freely from the vibrator?"
    "Yes, sir."
    "Good.  Now, I do not want her to have any more orgasms until she
meets with us. So, leave out the equipment tomorrow and Friday. But,
keep her bound all the time, even at night so she cannot masturbate. I
will call her tonight to tell her what to wear.  Do you want Trudy for
the weekend?"
    "Yes, sir.  I would like that."
    "So would Trudy.  I will drop her off when I pick up Becky.
Thanks, Bob.  You may go."
    Becky was tired when I got home.
    "Migod, Bobby.  I must have orgasmed fifty times today," she
murmured as I removed the vibrator. 
    When I did not fuck her, she asked why.
    "Mr. Williams said you do not get another orgasm until you are
with him Friday."
    She gave me a wicked smile.
    "I will be so horny I will be a mad woman by then.  But, he has
known best, hasn't he?"
    I agreed. Mr. Williams seemed to know best what was right for me
and my Becky, my wife and his slut.
    To be concluded . . . 
    Comments?  Email: ezriter@hotmail.com
    



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