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Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.

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Email address: ezriter@hotmail.com


MY BOSS' SLUT

Part Seven

That Friday morning when I went to work, I did not tie Becky to the
bed.  It was the first time in three weeks she had been unbound when I
left.  She was wild with excitement.  Of course, her wildness was
partially attributable to not having any orgasms in forty-eight hours
after averaging fifty or so a day for the two weeks before that.  And,
she was wildly anticipating the weekend because she knew, just knew,
she was going to get pregnant this weekend. All in all, she was a mad
woman.

I was excited, too.  Our whole adventure with Mr. Williams had started
because Becky wanted more sex than I could give her and she wanted a
baby, which I could not give her, since I was sterile. 

I knew she was going to the hairdresser and then to the dress shop to
pick up her new dress.  Mr.  Williams had told me he would bring Trudy
over when he picked up Becky so I could have Trudy that weekend. 

I got home early.  Becky was in the shower.  I was standing in the
bathroom waiting for her when she turned off the water.  She saw me
and squealed, throwing herself into my arms, crushing those big tits
against me. 

"Bobby! Bobby! This is the weekend!  I am going to get pregnant!  Oh,
Bobby, I have wanted this so long!"

She shoved me back against the wall and started trying to unbuckle my
belt.

"No, Becky.  Mr. Williams said no orgasms until he picks you up."

"Please.  I just had one in the shower, but I need another one. One
from a cock up me.  Please, Bobby.  Oh, God, Bobby, do you realize
what has happened!  Do you?  Well?"

"What?" I answered, confused by her conversation.

"I orgasm so easily now.  And, you, you big stud, you hold back so
much better.  Do you know I orgasm every time your fuck me?  Did you
know that?  Every time!  Oh, God, that is so great. Just think, Bobby.
I cum every time you stick your dick in me.  I just love that!"

She giggled evilly.

"Now, don't let that be an excuse not to eat my pussy.  You always
have been the best pussy eater in the world, and I do love your
tongue.  You will eat my pussy, won't you?  If I am good little slut
for you?  Please, Bobby."

"Of course, Becky.  I love eating you."

"Do it now!"

"No orgasm."

"Meanie," she said petulantly. 

Suddenly, she stepped back and looked at me quizzically.

"Bobby, do you eat Trudy?"

I had to think for a minute.  

"No.  I don't"

"Honey, you should.  If she is going to be your slut, too, you should
eat her.  You know, Bobby, all women love to be eaten, to have a man
lick their pussy and suck their clit.  And, I know Mr.  Williams will
never do that. So, you can give her a great pleasure she will not get
from anyone else.  Because, Bobby, as good as fucking is, eating is
almost as good, and no one does it better than you."

"I thought you did not want me to be with Trudy."

She was towel drying her hair, which had been cut shorter and dyed a
brassy blonde.  It was a style where she just dried it and fluffed it.
As she vigorously massaged her scalp, those big tits moved like
animals.  It was mesmerizing.

"Hey, my face is up here," she said with a laugh.  "Seriously, honey.
I want you to have Trudy."

She put the towel down and took my hands in hers. She put my hands on
her hips and shoved her pelvis against me.

"Look, Bobby.  No one has said anything to me, but, I have a gut
feeling about this.  Bobby, what if Mr. Williams wants me to have sex
with a bunch of guys.  Will you mind?"

"You had sex with everyone at the old folks' home and I did not mind."

"I just have a feeling he might be thinking of a whole lot, like,
maybe, a dozen or so."

I did not tell her it would be two dozen plus.  Mr. Williams asked me
to let him surprise her.

"I won't mind.  I will still love you."

"Oh, Bobby.  I know I am the biggest slut in town, maybe in the whole
country.  I do love being a slut.  I cannot tell you how much I love
it.  But, I do love you so much.  I need you to be here for me. I
never want to lose you.  That is the reason I want you to have Trudy,
or, if not her, someone else.  I want your sex life to be wonderful,
too."

"It would be wonderful with just you.  You are the greatest."

"Thanks, baby.  I know I am the greatest, but, a lot of times I will
be fucking someone else, maybe a lot of someone elses.  If Trudy is
available, well, I want you to go for it," she said.

"Don't worry about it.  Did Mr. Williams call?  What does he have
planned?"

Her eyes lit up like a slot machine.

"Oh, Bobby.  I am so excited!  This weekend I get pregnant, and, I get
laid until I cannot walk.  He will be here in thirty minutes.  He is
bringing Trudy with him to spend the weekend with you while I am
fucking your boss and his friends.  Don't forget.  Eat her pussy.  She
will love it.  Let me put on my makeup and then I will show you my
dress."

Without talking and with complete concentration, Becky professionally
applied her makeup.  Of course, she wore more than she did before she
became a slut, my boss' slut.  Mr. Williams wanted her to wear more.
Then, she slipped red thigh high stockings up her legs.  She put on
red pumps with six inch heels. They buckled around her ankle, but did
not lock.  

When she got the dress out of the closet, at first, I thought it was a
bikini.  It was tiny.  It was red and made of nylon and spandex. The
top had shoulder straps and a strap which ran behind her back.  It was
a pullover, sleeveless.  It covered her breasts and stopped.  When she
put it on, I was reminded of packing sausage.  It was that tight,
hugging her breasts perfectly.  She looked more naked than if she had
been naked.

The skirt was as revealing.  She wiggled it up her body and over her
hips.  She held her breath as I zipped it. When she was standing, you
could see about a half inch of bare skin below the skirt and above the
stockings.  The waist of the skirt dipped in front coming to a "v"
which pointed straight down between her legs, with the point of the
"v" where hair would have been had she not been shaved. Her jewelry
which said slut and hung from her pierced navel was the only thing she
wore between her breasts and her skirt. 

She was prancing, almost out of control. She was like a horse ready
for a parade.  And, boy, did she look good!

The doorbell rang.  She squealed and ran to open the door.  She jumped
into Mr. Williams arms on the front porch, threw her legs around him
and kissed him with all she had.  I glanced around for the neighbors.
Mr. Gleason was watering his flowers again, watching Becky as intently
as he could. 

"Easy, Becky," Mr. Williams said. She held on like a leech as he
walked in.  Trudy was right behind them.

"Trudy!" Becky said.  Trudy looked startled.

"Thank you for being with Bobby while I am with Mr. Williams.  I
really appreciate it," Becky said.  She sounded sincere.  Trudy looked
as if she could not believe it.  "Now, take good care of him for me!"

"Sure, Becky," Trudy replied, still acting as if she could not believe
Becky.

"Let's go, Mr. Williams!"

"Not so fast. Bob, fuck this hot slut and do it doggie style."

Becky spun on her heel, arched her back to thrust her breasts out
toward me, and grinned.

"Yeah, Bobby.  Fuck this hot slut!"

Mr. Williams pushed Becky across the table face first and lifted up
her skirt.  She was wiggling her ass and murmuring "come on, come on."
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.  Boy, was I hard!  Me!
Bobby! Hard as a rock and getting ready to fuck the best slut in the
whole country.

I jammed it in Becky.

"Slowly, Bobby.  Make her beg for it," Mr. Williams said softly in my
ear.

I slowed down making long, smooth strokes, slamming in fast, coming
out slow.  Becky was whining and whimpering.  But, on the fifth
stroke, I felt her pussy spasm on my cock.

"Yes, Bobby. Yes! Do me faster! Faster! I am cumming! Oh, God, I am
cumming."

She was sweating, and spasming on my cock.  I was easily holding back.
By the time I came, Becky had three orgasms and was covered in sweat.
As I pulled out, Mr. Williams reached over and pinched Becky's pussy
shut with his fingers. In his other hand was a gold clip, like the
kind women wear in their hair.  It had three teeth on each side. 

Now I knew why he had three rings put in each side of Becky's pussy.
The teeth of the comb were designed to slip into the rings in her
pussy.  When he released the snap, the spring closed, holding her
pussy shut. 

"What are you doing?" Becky asked, sounding confused.

"Get a mirror, Trudy," Mr. Williams ordered. 

Trudy got the mirror and gave it to him.  He held it so Becky could
look back through her legs and see her pussy.

"Well, look at that," she said.  "It seals my pussy."

Becky was admiring her pussy, as we all were.  It did look very slutty
to see her pierced pussy, which was full of my cum, sealed with a
golden comb. 

"Okay, Becky.  Let's go," Mr. Williams said, playfully swatting her
ass which was raised in the air.

Becky giggled as she stood and straightened her clothes. 

"Let me clean up before we leave."

"No.  You looked freshly fucked.  That is the way sluts should look."

She smiled like that thought pleased her and grabbed her purse.  She
kissed me on the lips and whispered for me to be sure to eat Trudy
while she was gone.  What surprised me was she kissed Trudy on the
lips, too, and told her to please me.  Trudy was stunned, standing
with her mouth hanging open as she watched them leave. 

Mr. Gleason watched every move of Becky's body as she pranced to the
limo on Mr. Williams' arm.  She wiggled even more for him and blew him
a kiss.  Mr. Gleason was going to drown those damn flowers if he kept
watering them as an excuse to see what Becky was doing.

Trudy and I had a lovely weekend.  We spent Friday night in bed
together.  Saturday, we went to the beach. Trudy looked great in her
bikini. I really liked Trudy.  She was sexy, sweet and fun.  While she
was fucking two men, Mr. Williams and me, she did not act like a true
slut, like Becky.  But, my Becky was a world class slut. 

It was interesting comparing the two of them.  I was very glad I had
them both. But, if someone said I could only have one of them, I would
say Becky no matter how many other men she fucked.  I liked Trudy a
lot.  But, I loved Becky.

I did spend a lot of time that weekend eating Trudy.  Becky was right.
She loved it.  She said no man had ever eaten her before.  I felt
sorry for those men.  They had missed some very sweet tasting pussy.

Mr. Williams called us from the phone in the limo.  We were standing
on the front porch when it pulled up in front at four thirty on that
Sunday afternoon.  Instantly, the door opened and Becky stepped out. 

Trudy gasped and my mouth fell open.

Becky was naked. I mean naked.  Even her stockings and shoes were
gone. 

She acted like nothing was wrong as she bent over to kiss Mr. Williams
goodbye which flashed her pussy at us.  I could see the comb was in
place. Mr. Gleason was watering his flowers again.

"Hi, Mr. Gleason," Becky called out as she waved to him. Her walk was
exaggerated as she swished down the sidewalk to the door.  She did not
run, but walked as if she had all day.  Mr.  Gleason sat down in the
wet flowerbed.  I could clearly hear his groan.  

On the front porch, Becky gave me a quick kiss and said hi. Then, she
turned to Trudy.

"Did you take good care of him?" she asked.

"Of course," Trudy said, blushing slightly.

"Thanks, Trudy," Becky said sincerely.  

She grabbed Trudy and kissed her hard on the lips, her tongue in
Trudy's mouth, their bodies grinding together. At first Trudy tried to
pull away, but Becky held her by the back of the neck and kissed her
like a man kisses a woman he wants to conquer. Becky's other hand was
playing with Trudy's breast. Trudy's eyes glazed over and closed and
her arms dropped by her side as her resistance ceased.  Becky broke
the kiss and patted Trudy lovingly on the bottom.

"Mr. Williams is waiting, Trudy.  But, you and I will get together
real soon."

Trudy backed away, almost falling off the porch, before she ran to the
limo. We watched her jump in.  The door slammed and the limo sped off. 

I shut the front door behind us. Becky looked very happy, but
exhausted, as if she were running on pure adrenalin. Her short, brassy
blonde hair was spiked, like a punk rocker. I realized it was
plastered with cum as was much of the rest of her.  She was covered in
cum.

"What was kissing Trudy all about?"

"Bobby, it occurred to me that men like to see women having sex with
women. Women can have sex continually, but you guys have to rest
sometimes.  So, we girls can please each other while you guys are
resting.  Besides, Bobby, let's be honest.  How can I really be a slut
if I do not have sex with other women?"

"That does make sense," I replied, thinking about how much I enjoyed
just watching them kiss. I was really looking forward to Becky and
Trudy really getting it on with each other.

She leaned against me and kissed me long and slowly. 

"I have so much to tell you.  I hope it makes you happy, Bobby,
because, while it is very slutty and really wild, it makes me happier
then I have ever been since the day I married you."

"Becky, I am anxious to hear," I replied.

"Come on.  I want a bath."

Just then, the doorbell rang.  I peered out the peephole to see Mr.
Gleason standing there, looking sanctimonious and angry.  I told Becky
who it was.  She just grinned and opened the door wide, standing there
naked and slutty for Mr. Gleason to see.  His eyes bugged out and he
could not yank his stare from Becky's naked tits.  But, his mouth
still worked.

"Young woman," he snapped.  "You are nothing but a common slut!  I am
going to call the police and report your scandalous behavior.  We have
laws against people like you!"

Becky grabbed his head with both hands and kissed him hard, grinding
her mouth and body against him. Then, she took his hands and put them
on those big tits of hers.  I saw her hands over his, making him
massage her tits.

"Massage my tits, Mr. Gleason.  Come on now.  Doesn't that feel good
to you?  Yes, I am a slut.  But, there is nothing common about me.  I
am the best slut in the whole fucking country."

She released his hands and Mr. Gleason kept massaging her tits.  He
looked like he could not believe where his hands were and had
absolutely no control over them.  Becky slipped her hands to his
crotch and massaged his cock through his pants.

"Nice cock, Mr. Gleason," she said sensually.  "If you come in your
pants for me, tomorrow I will give you a blow job.  I will let you
play with my tits all you want to while you come in my mouth.  You
will love doing that, won't you?  Come on, Mr. Gleason, come in your
pants for me."

I could tell by his face he could not hold back.  He jerked and
groaned.

"Oh, that is a good boy," she murmured as her hands flew back and
forth. "Now, come over at nine in the morning for your blow job from
the best slut in the country.  Don't be late."

She kissed him softly and pushed him out the door.  I looked through
the peephole.  Mr. Gleason, stunned and frozen, stood facing the
closed door.  His hands were still raised, fingers open as they had
been when he played with Becky's tits. 

Becky grinned at me and took my hand to lead me into the bathroom. She
stopped by the bed, kissed me again and put my hand on her pussy.  I
could feel the golden comb.

"Do you know what is in my pussy, Bobby?"

"No."

"Cum.  The cum of seven men.  Five of those seven will be the fathers
of your children.   Your children, Bobby.  And, mine.  Five little
babies for us to raise as our own. Bobby, you better sit down."

She held my hands as we sat side by side on the bed. When she smiled,
I could see flakes of white, dried cum, break off and float away. 

"Bobby, seven men put their seed in me to get me pregnant. And, they
are not all white.  Bobby, I don't care.  Do you?"

"No. Mr. Williams told me the plan to get you pregnant."

"And, you don't mind?  Thank God, Bobby, because I love his plan.  I
love the idea that I will have children that do not look like you, not
even of your race.  I love that all of my children will have different
fathers.  I mean, this is definitely world class slut.  I was afraid
you would object."

"Don't be afraid. I just want them to all be healthy."

She gave me a big grin, but her eyes were clouded.  She had something
else to tell me and she was afraid of my response.

"That is not all, Bobby.  I am going to be a whore."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean they want me to quit teaching and let all of them fuck me.
There are twenty-five of them, Bobby.  Twenty-five hard cocks to keep
my sweet pussy filled. I like thinking of you and twenty- five other
men to keep me satisfied. But, they are going to pay me.  That makes
me a whore."

Tears formed in her eyes and slid down her cheeks, leaving wet tracks
in the dried cum she wore as slut makeup.  Her lower lip began to
quiver like it always did when she was going to cry.

"Bobby," she said in a timid, tiny voice.  "I don't want to be a
whore.  I want to be a slut."

"Becky!"  The sharp edge to my voice seized her attention.  "You are
not a whore.  You are a professional slut.  Think about it.  Everyone
knows a professional is better than an amateur, in any endeavor, like
baseball, or tennis, or skating.  You are not going to be on the
street soliciting. You are not going to have sex with just anyone.
You have a full time career as private slut to a club of wealthy men.
You are being rewarded for being the best slut in the world.  You are
a professional slut."

"Oh, Bobby, do you really think that is what I am?"

"Of course."

"You don't think I am a whore?"

"No."

She smiled again and the tears dried up.  She thought about it, her
expression changing from sadness through concentration to happiness.

"Bobby.  You are right.  I am a professional slut, not a whore.  Oh,
Bobby, think about it.  I am a pro."

"Well, professional slut, what kind of deal did they make you?"

Mr. Williams had told me what the offer would be, but he told me not
to tell Becky about it.  I was waiting for her to tell me and I
planned to act surprised when she said it.  I really was surprised.

"Bobby, they made me a pathetic offer.  So, we negotiated.  I mean, I
am going to have five children to support and put through college.
They offered a lousy ten thousand a month.  Now, let me tell you how
it ended up.  There are twenty-five men, twenty-four in Mr. Williams'
club and Horse.  I thought it was so sweet Horse wanted to be
included.  I really like him."

"I know you do," I said.  I knew she liked his big cock as well as his
sweetness.

"Anyway, each of them will contribute six hundred dollars a month.
For that, they get me three times a month each.  They can sign up for
extra time at two hundred an hour.  Anal sex is two hundred extra each
penetration.  I figure I will gross, oh, maybe, twenty to twenty-five
thousand a month.  I have to pay for the townhouse, and the costumes
and stuff, and the supplies and things."

"What do you mean by costumes?"

"You know.  Fetish clothing, little girl dresses for when they want me
to act like a schoolgirl, maids uniforms, nurses uniforms, corsets,
bondage equipment like ropes and whips.  Costumes and stuff."

"I never thought about that."

"That is why I am the professional here.  You know what else?  One of
them is a car dealer.  I ordered a new convertible, which he is
selling me at his cost.  I can pick it up tomorrow.  A slut needs good
wheels, Bobby."

She dug her nails into my arms. 

"Think about it!  We will be financially secure in just a few years.
We can invest all that money for our future, Bobby, yours and mine.
And, the children.  The children's future, too."

Becky leaned into me and pushed me on my back.  She straddled me,
resting her pussy on my chest.

"Do you want to eat this cum, Bobby, the cum of the seven fathers?"

"No.  I told you that."

"Just offering, in case you changed your mind.  Come on."

She hopped off me and went into the bathroom.  She got her water glass
by the sink and held it under her pussy as she gently removed the
comb.  Cum plopped out and ran into the glass.  When she thought she
had it all, she raised the glass, said, "cheers" and drank it down,
licking her glass and her lips when she was through.

"This slut does love cum.  And, this slut is tired all of a sudden.
Come on.  Shower with me."

I took off my clothes and joined her in the shower.  She was quiet as
I shampooed her head and washed her throughly.  She let me dry her
hair, which was now squeaky clean.  She barely made it to the bed
before she was asleep. 

Before I covered her over, I looked at the bruises on her lips and
tits and hips.  She had a hard weekend.  I was dying to hear about it.

She awakened about seven, hungry as a bear.  I ordered pizza.  We sat
together on the couch, sipping our beers, as we waited for it. 

"God, Bobby.  What a weekend.  Do you want to hear?" she asked
coquettishly.

"Yes.  I love hearing."

"I know.  You really are proud of me, aren't you?  You are proud your
wife is a world class slut."

"Yes, I am proud of you."

"And, you like the fact I am fucking a lot of men.  Don't lie to me."

"Yes.  And, I like our life together, too."

"Me, too, Bobby.  I am blessed beyond my dreams.  I am a professional
slut who is going to have five children and my husband is supportive
and loving and proud of his slut wife.  How did I get so lucky?"

Gently, she kissed me. Then, she kissed me hard and giggled.

"Bobby, I will bet money I am pregnant right now, as we speak.  Let me
tell you all about it.  You know when Mr. Williams picked me up
Friday, I was wearing my comb and my pussy was full of your cum.  It
did not seem we were driving in the right direction so I asked where
we were going.

'To the mall.  I am going to let you prance through the mall.  And, I
am going to remove the comb so the cum drips down your leg and
everyone can see it,' Mr. Williams said.

Bobby, that is so slutty I almost orgasmed just thinking about it.
Then, I realized both our parents ate dinner Friday night at the
restaurant in the mall. Suddenly, I did not want to be there.  I don't
mind being a slut, but I did not want to embarrass them.  I told Mr.
Williams. It was the first time I ever said no to him.  He just smiled
and said okay. Well, we drove to the building his club uses.

You are so hard, Bobby.  You really do get turned on listening to my
adventures, don't you?"

"Yes," I gasped as she played with my cock.

"Whenever you want me to stop talking and fuck or suck, just let me
know.  Where was I?  Oh, yes.  As I was getting out of the limo at his
club, he stopped me. My legs were spread with one foot in the limo and
one out. He popped the comb and the cum just gushed from me.  Your
cum, Bobby, running down my legs as he led me into the club.  Seven
men were there when you include Mr. Williams.  Of course, I recognized
some of them from before.  And, Horse was one of them.  I gave him a
big, wet kiss as I ground my tits into his chest.  He loved it.

'Now, Becky, my sweet slut, one of us seven will get you pregnant,'
Mr. Williams said to me.

I was so excited. I was going to get fucked seven times and get
pregnant. But, it did not work out that way.  Bobby, there is the
pizza man.  Do you want me to answer the door?"

Becky was not teasing me.  She would have answered the door even
though she was naked. I was wearing a robe.  I answered the door and
returned with the pizza to the kitchen table.  Becky grabbed a piece,
stuffing it in her mouth like she was starving.  I got us fresh beers
and set down with her. 

"Um, that pizza is good," she said, trying to catch the dangling
cheese with her fingers.

"Go on," I urged.

"Even sluts have to eat," she said with a laugh, licking tomato sauce
from her fingers.

I had noticed Becky loved to eat more sloppily since she became a
slut.  She liked to get the food on her hands and lick it off.  Then,
I realized I enjoyed that same thing, too. She chugged some beer and
wiped her mouth.

"Bobby, Mr. Williams told me to undress, which was real easy since I
was wearing almost nothing.  The men undressed as I did. 

'Now, little slut, get on your knees.  Suck each cock until it is hard
and then thank it for getting you pregnant.'

I did just like Mr. Williams said. Oh, Bobby, seven of them, all
waiting to get me pregnant.   I knelt and took a cock in my mouth, a
black cock.  I got it nice and hard, thanked it and, then, I went to
the second man.  I did all seven, just like Mr. Williams said for me
to do.

Mr. Williams does know how to make a girl feel slutty, Bobby.  As I
was sucking the last of the seven, Mr. Williams put something around
my neck.  It was a leather bondage collar, a thick, wide one.  He
snugged it tight.  I heard the click of the padlock as he locked it
around my neck.

My adrenalin was really rushing now.  I had no idea what they were
going to do to me. Not that I cared.  As long as I got fucked long and
often and got pregnant, they could do anything they wanted to me.

They carried me in and lay me on the bed. There was a leather strap
running around the bed and they attached my collar to that strap.  I
could not raise my head off the bed. As I was trying to figure out
what they were doing, they attached leather restraints around my
ankles.

Bobby, your cock is twitching.  If you cum and I don't get to swallow
it, I will never forgive you."

"You better get your mouth to work then," I moaned. 

"God, I love sucking cock," she murmured as she lowered her lips over
my cock head.

Becky really is a good cocksucker.  No.  Becky is a world class cock
sucker and she loves doing it.  Becky expelled a great sigh as she
daintily retrieved a dapple of cum on her chin and sucked her finger
clean.

"Bobby, you know what they did next?  They spread my legs and attached
them to the corner posts of the bed. They attached them high up so I
was really hanging by my ankles with my pussy straight up in the air.
I wondered how they were going to fuck me that way.  But, they had no
intention of fucking me.  

Horse retrieved a funnel, you know, the kind you use in chemistry
glass with the Teflon lining so everything slides through and there is
a valve at the bottom to hold things in the funnel until you want to
release the contents.

'Okay, men.  Ready?' Mr. Williams said.

'Ready!' they all replied.

Bobby, I could not believe it.  They all starting masturbating.
That's right! Beating off! Right there in front of me and each other.
All seven of them. They were sort of at the side of the bed and I
could turn my head and see them.  They were all pounding their puds,
laughing and teasing each other like junior high kids.  I think they
had more fun doing a circle jerk than fucking me.  Well, at least that
one time.  

I was so disappointed.  I wanted all those hard cocks up my sweet
slue. But, I was not so disappointed I did not play with myself.  I
want you to know my hands were busy on my pussy.

Then, one of them groaned and grabbed the funnel.  He stuck his dick
in it and squirted his cum into the funnel.  Do you know why?"

"Tell me."

"I will.  As each one was ready to shoot, he grabbed the funnel and
shot into it.  Bobby, they filled that funnel with hot, fresh, man
cum.  

'Okay, Becky.  Stick a finger in it and stir it all up.  We want every
sperm to have an equal chance at impregnating you.'

Bobby, talk about slutty!  I stirred up all the sperm in the funnel,
making it swirl round and round.  When Mr. Williams pulled the funnel
away, I sucked my finger clean.  Think of it.  The cum of seven men on
my finger and in my mouth at once.

Oh, Bobby.  Then, one of the men held the lips to my pussy open and
Mr. Williams eased the funnel into me.  I could feel its plastic
hardness nudge my cervix. 

'Number one, in the chute,' Mr. Williams said and turned the valve.

I orgasmed.  Yes, I did.  Just from the feel of all that sperm running
into me, just from knowing I was going to get pregnant. It felt so
good.  They let the funnel drain and eased it out.  Then, they sealed
my pussy with my comb again.

'Becky, lay there for a while.  We will come back for you,' Mr.
Williams said.

They shut off the light and left me there.  I started to cry I was so
happy.  Not only was I tied to the bed with my legs up and opened like
the good slut I am, but the sperm of seven men were trapped in my
pussy fighting for the chance to make me pregnant.  I could almost
feel all those sperm in me, Bobby."

I had to admit that the way Mr. Williams used the funnel to put the
sperm in Becky would most certainly make the bet very fair.  Every
man's sperm stood an equal chance of getting my Becky pregnant.  I
wondered which one would win.  She must have wondered the same thing.

"You know, Bobby, as I lay there, feeling all that cum in my sealed
pussy, knowing one of those men's sperm was impregnating me at that
very moment, I tired to envision what the child would look like.  I
knew each of the men.  I tried to see what blend of my genes and his
would be in a baby. Well, with seven different men from six different
ethnic groups, it would take a computer to try to determine what the
baby would look like.

Then, I realized I did not care.  I really didn't.  I just wanted a
healthy, happy baby."

"Me, too, Becky.  Me, too."

"Oh, I love you, Bobby."

She held onto me tightly, her head on my shoulder.  I held her, too,
as we just enjoyed each other and the moment. 

"In about half an hour, the door opened and Mr. Li came in.  He was
the Oriental whose sperm was in me.  He released my ankles and neck
and led me by the hand into the other room. Migod, there were naked
men everywhere.  The club has a hot tub and whirlpool, a billiard
room, a TV room and reading room and a card room, as well as a big
kitchen and dining room.

Bobby, every one of the men was naked.  Mr. Li gave me a tour of the
club facilities, introducing me to all the men.  As I met each one of
them, they kissed me and played with my tits, so by the time I had met
all of them, I was very much in need of a few orgasms.

Damn, Bobby, you are so hard.  I just love that."

"Keep talking."

"There were two other women, but they were dressed.  He told me they
would cook and serve the food and drinks, but not participate in the
sex.  That is when I knew I was getting ready for more fucking then I
ever had in my life.  I was quivering thinking about all those cocks
in me. Think of it.  Mr. Li told me there were twenty-five of them.
Twenty-five. My head was reeling.

As I walked, I could feel all that cum and my own juices sloshing
around in my pussy.  It felt so strange, and so good.  When we
returned to the big room, Mr. Williams and Mr. Li helped me stand on
the poker table.  All the men gathered around.  They were all staring
at me, Bobby.  Me!  At my tits! And, my pussy!  I was displayed like
prime merchandise, like a champion slut.

Mr. Williams explained to the other men about getting me pregnant and
the bet and all.  Then, he told everyone they could fuck me all they
wanted, but they had to use condoms so as to not interfere with the
bet. And, know what else?  He told them to feed me their cum from the
condom after they fucked me.

Mr. Williams turned to me and handed me the funnel.

'You know what to do,' he said, and I did.

I put the funnel under my pussy and removed the comb.  All that good
cum drained into the funnel.  I stuck the funnel in my mouth and
opened the valve.  They applauded, clapping for my cum sucking ways.
As my head was back and I was still sucking the cum from the funnel, I
felt hands on me.  They laid me on the table and started.

Oh, Bobby, I feel sorry for you, not because you were not there, I
mean.  I feel sorry for you because you are a man.  You get hard and
fire, then you are done for a while.  But a woman, particularly a
woman who is a slut like me, is just getting warmed up after one man.
You know, I start orgasming with one, but with many, I am transported
to a wild, wonderful fuck land. A woman can fuck all night and orgasm
all night and love it all night.  And, not just one night but every
night. I feel sorry for all men because they cannot enjoy sex as much
as women can."

I thought about that.  I know, as much as I enjoyed it, I did not like
sex nearly as much as Becky.

"Think of every possible way a man can fuck a woman.  I did them all.
Against the wall, upside down, in the hot tub, on the billiard table,
every way.  Those guys were competing to see who could give me the
best fucking and in the most unusual position.  It was a tie.  They
all were magnificent."

Becky gave a huge sigh.  I saw her hand snake between her legs to play
with herself as the joy of her memories made her horny again. 

"The seven fathers did not fuck me.  All the others did.  Mr.
Gonzalez, who is the Hispanic whose sperm was in me, said they were
saving themselves for the bet.  When it was fairly late, I was fucked
out, laying on the bed.  I was more satisfied then I ever have been.
Horse came in and helped me to the bathroom.  I showered, used the
facilities and douched.  Then, he retied me to the bed and they all
masturbated into the funnel again.  Again, their cum was swirled by my
finger and then released in my pussy. 

They put the comb in place.  They released my legs, bound my wrists
behind me, attached my collar to the headboard with a short chain and
left me there for the night.  As they all told me goodnight, they
swatted my ass or twisted a nipple.  They turned out the light as they
left.

It was dark.  I was alone.  Alone except for a billion sperm swimming
around inside me. Isn't that slutty, Bobby?  Isn't that just
wonderful?  I was fucked until I could not move, my pussy sealed with
the sperm of seven men in it, and tied to the bed so they could start
using me again in the morning.

I felt like a true slut.  And, Bobby, I knew, I just knew I was
already pregnant, from the first funnel.  I slept like a baby all
night."

To be continued . . . 

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