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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for
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Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.

Please!  Give me your comments.

E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com


MY BOSS' SLUT

Part Eight

Becky, my wife and my boss' slut, was telling me about her weekend.
At his club, Mr. Williams, my boss, and six other men filled her with
their cum after making a bet on which one would get her pregnant.
More than that, nineteen other men fucked her all they wanted.  Each
of those nineteen had to use a condom so they would not interfere with
the bet. Becky was very appreciative that they emptied all the condoms
into her willing mouth so she could swallow all that man cum. Becky is
a world class slut and sluts can never eat enough cum.

Becky gave me a beautiful, innocent smile and resumed her story.

"While I slept, I dreamed.  I dreamed I delivered seven babies at once
except they were not really babies. They were about four years old.
They were all boys and each one looked exactly like his father,
meaning none of them looked like you or me. Then, the city gave me a
big parade. I was naked, riding in a float covered with roses. Our
seven little sons were standing up by me, waving to the crowd. Oh,
Bobby, what a wonderful dream."

She looked pensive as a tear floated down her cheek.  I knew how much
my Becky wanted children, children I could not give her since I was
sterile.  She smiled wanly, patted my hand, and continued with her
story about her weekend.  

"Saturday morning, Horse awakened me.  He untied me and removed my
collar and restraints.  I was a little stiff from being bound all
night.  In the bathroom, I removed the golden comb and swallowed down
the cum that had been in my pussy, took a shower, washed my hair and,
generally, cleaned up. 

I was starved, Bobby. All that fucking makes a slut hungry.  But,
Horse just grinned when I asked for something to eat and handed me a
quart milk bottle.  It was full of animal cum, courtesy of Mr.
Simmons. That was it. They gave me nothing else to eat all weekend
except four quarts of cum plus the cum from all those condoms and
funnels."

No wonder Becky had scarfed that pizza and beer as if she were
starved.  I wondered what the food value of cum was and if there was
any way to find out.  

"Bobby, come to think of it, I was never really hungry either, not
until I smelled the pizza.  Then, I was famished. Anyway, it was just
Horse and me in the club.  We talked and played gin rummy.  I really
do like Horse.  If he were fifty years younger, I would be his
mistress, his personal slut.  Don't worry, Bobby.  I would never leave
you for him or anyone else. 

My god, Bobby.  You are so hard.  You are hard all the time.  I like
that, Bobby.  Want a quickie?"

"Later.  Tell me more."

"Bobby, I think it is so wonderful you like having a slut wife
because, baby, your wife loves being a slut. Well, I drank the animal
cum as Horse and I finished our gin rummy game. Then, one of the men
came in. He took me in the bedroom and fucked me. Nothing wild or
unusual.  Just a good hard fucking from a good man with a good hard
cock.  That is how the morning went.  Men would arrive and fuck me.
Some wanted to take their time.  Others had a golf game or something
and were in a hurry. Generally, it was fairly calm.  I like that kind
of fucking, too, you know."

She laughed introspectively and squeezed my hand.

"I like all kinds of fucking, don't I?  About lunch, the other six
fathers arrived.  They went through the same routine as the prior
night, tying me to the bed, using a funnel to fill me with seed, and
then sealing my pussy with a golden comb through my pussy rings.  In
the afternoon, I played cards and visited and fucked whoever asked.
Then, about four Mr. Williams told me to take a nap.

Bobby, how about a quickie?  Please."

I could tell by her voice and her face Becky wanted to orgasm.  Mr.
Williams, once again, had been completely correct about his slut,
about my wife.  Becky was addicted to sex and loved being that way.
And, I loved her being that way.  My sex life had never been better.

"I'll eat you," I answered.

She gave a little squeal and shoved me on my back.  In a flash, her
pierced pussy was pressed against my mouth.  I do love eating Becky's
pussy.  This time I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her
tightly against me. That reduced her movement and made it take longer
before she came.  

Wow!  She came over and over, squealing and bucking and begging me to
do it harder. I love seeing my Becky cum.  

"God, that felt great," she said, as she lay against me, those massive
tits crushed into me like soft pillows between us. I stroked her ass
as she rested. Finally, she stretched and yawned, rolling over on her
back.    

"You have got to hear the rest of my weekend.  Mr. Williams awakened
me about seven, told me to bathe and dress.  What surprised me was he
gave me a pair of panties to wear.  After all, I had never worn
panties around him. But, they were silk and sheer.

'What is going on?' I asked.

He swatted my ass hard with his hand.

'Did Bob tell you not to open your mouth unless a man wants to shove a
cock in it?'

'Yes, sir.  I'm sorry,' I replied. And, I was sorry.  I wanted to be
the best slut ever for him and his friends.  I wanted to do exactly
what they wanted me to do.

I followed the seven fathers to a van.  In about ten minutes we
arrived at a gentlemen's club, you know, one of those places were
women dance topless.  We all went inside. Bobby, there were women, all
sorts of women, everywhere.  One woman was on the runway dancing,
wearing just a G-string.  We sat and watched for a while.  When we
first went in, I was disappointed. Really, since I had fucked all
seven of them, I could not understand why they wanted to watch other
women. But, in a while, I found out.

You know, Bobby, we women are something special. Our bodies are so
sensual, so, just so sexy.  I was getting turned on watching the other
women dance.  I am looking forward to having Trudy, Bobby.

It was amateur night and they were having a dance contest.  Bobby, I
felt sorry for the other women. I mean, they were good looking and
sexy but, none of them stood a chance of winning.  Not with me there.
Not with these tits and these legs.  But, you know it is more than
just looks, don't you, Bobby? Well, don't you?"

"Yes. It is more than just looks."

Her eyes glowed with excitement and desire.

"You bet it is!  It is what is inside me, my desire, my need, my
happiness at being a slut. That is what turns the men on.  They just
look at me and they can see it! They know I love getting fucked even
more than they love fucking me. It drives them nuts!  

Mr. Williams talked to me.  He told me to think of fucking and of
being the best.  That is what I was already thinking of.  He also told
me not to take off the panties because that would be against the law. 

Bobby, you want to fuck?"

"No.  I want to hear about the rest of your evening."

"Bobby, it is a good thing you let me fuck other men, because I love
to fuck.  I do not think there is a man in the world who could keep up
with me."

"I agree.  Talk!"

"Do you understand what I am saying?  There will always have to be a
lot of men in my life, Bobby.  A lot.  I love to fuck and suck and
swallow cum and feel their hard pricks in me."

"I know, Becky.  And, that is fine with me.  A world class slut like
you should have a lot of men.  Now, finish your story."

"When it was my turn to dance, Mr. Williams just lifted me to the
runway.  I looked around at the sea of faces. They were all staring at
me, their eyes glazed. I could see their desire for me."

She laughed in a wanton, evil way.

"But, all men want a slut like me.  All of them. Oh, I loved dancing
for them.  I loved the way their faces looked as they stared at me.
Bobby, they were dazed.  They could not take their eyes off me.  I
loved their catcalls and the hands reaching for me.  I loved the
whistles and the applause.  I loved knowing every cock in the place
was at attention because of me.  Me. Becky, the slut.

I took my time, bumping and grinding to the music.  I could feel the
sweat pouring from me, feel the sex oozing from my pores. Slowly, I
stripped.  I kept the panties on just like Mr. Williams said to do.
The men watching me could see my juices sliding down my leg, see the
rings in my pussy. I heard them comment on the rings. Honestly, I
think a guy in the second row orgasmed in his pants from seeing those
rings in my pussy through my sheer panties. Really, the panties,
soaked in my pussy juice and plastered to my bloated pussy lips, were
sexier than if I wore nothing.

It makes me so horny thinking about it, I need to fuck.  Come on,
stud.  Fuck me! Please?"

"Soon.  Go ahead."

She sighed unhappily, then smiled conspiratorially.

"I won, of course.  One thousand dollars.  The crowd collected another
thousand for me to dance a second time.  I would have danced for free,
but it was nice to be appreciated. I danced slow, moving my hips and
my legs, showing off my body.  They loved my body, Bobby.  Oh, I could
get to where I really liked dancing like that. 

After my second dance, when the music stopped, the place was as quiet
as a tomb. Everyone was staring at me. Their mouths hung open, their
tongues snaked across dry lips. Even the owner and the bouncers stared
at me as if they had never seen anything as sexy, as slutty, as me.
Mr. Williams reached up for me.  I slid into his arms, wrapped my legs
around his waist, and kissed him long and hard as I ground my body
into his. 

I did not plan to say what burst out of me. But, I did.

Really loudly I said, 'I want to get fucked right now!'

Oh, my god, I thought the customers would tear the place down getting
to me. They were wild animals, Bobby, like bulls in mating season and
I was the heifer they wanted to breed.  As the bouncers fought off the
crowd, the seven fathers carried me out and shoved me in the van.
After the van screeched away, Mr. Williams gave me a hard pinch on my
tit.

'You will be whipped for that,' he said.

'Okay, if you tie me down, too,' I said with a giggle.  They all
started to laugh, but, when we got back to the club, they tied me over
a poker table and whipped my ass.  I loved it.  I loved it even
through my tears. 

Please, Bobby, fuck me.  I need it so.  Please!  Oh, you stud, the
best slut in the world is begging you to fuck her.  Begging! Come on,
Bobby.  Fuck me!"

I fucked her.  I fucked her hard.  What I really liked was that she
started cumming almost as soon as I entered her.  She came and came,
multiple orgasms.  When I felt like I might shoot, I pulled out and
ate her, holding her arms down by her side, hearing her moans, her
begging for me to continue.  I ate her until she was exhausted and my
jaw was sore.  Then, I put my cock in her again and fucked her until I
came. Her multiple orgasms did not stop until she felt my cum hit the
walls of her pussy.

When I rolled off her, she smiled at me, her face soft and relaxed,
her eyes sex crazed and unfocused.

"Feed me your cum.  Take it from my pussy and let me lick it from your
fingers.  I love your cum, Bobby."

I fed her my cum, just like she asked.  She slurped and sucked, the
noise adding to the joy of seeing my Becky greedily eat my cum, the
cum I had left in her. Her eyes closed as she drifted to sleep.  I lay
by her and stroked her face and body, enjoying this delicious slut
that was my wife.

Yes, she was a slut, a super, world class slut.  She was the slut of
my boss, his father and twenty- three of his friends.  But, she was my
slut, too, and she was my wife.

After about half an hour, Becky yawned and stretched.  She pulled my
head down to kiss her and I tasted her and our juices together. 

"Have you been playing with me while I was asleep?"

"Yes, I have."

She gave me a slutty grin.

"Well, I am horny as hell and I want to be fucked again."

"It is good for a slut to be horny.  Makes you all the more ready when
a man wants you."

"Bobby, you sound just like Mr. Williams. In fact, you are a lot more
like Mr. Williams. That is good. I like your boss.  I like being his
slut.  He sure knows how to treat a slut like me.  I like you being
more like Mr. Williams, Bobby."

She yawned and got off the bed.  When she returned from the bathroom,
she lay down by me again.  She slipped up against me and gave me a
soft kiss.  Then, she continued her story.

"You know, after they whipped me, when I was tied over the table, I
begged them to fuck me.  They just laughed and walked away.  My god, I
was horny!  I wanted it so badly.  But, they ignored me.  That made me
feel so slutty.  There I was, naked, freshly whipped and still tied
down, begging them, anyone, to fuck me.

I would have thought my desire would have ebbed as time passed, but it
did not.  It seemed a year to me as I lay there begging to be fucked.
Of course, finally, they untied me and did what I had been begging
for.  They fucked me really well.  Thank God, there was a lot of them
because being tied down and whipped and left to beg really makes this
slut horny.  Super horny!

That night, the seven fathers again put their cum in me using a
funnel.  It was the fourth time.  Again, they sealed my pussy with the
golden comb, tied me to the bed, and left me there for the night.  

Sunday morning was like Saturday.  I read the newspaper, sitting naked
in their club, quietly drinking my animal cum for breakfast.  When a
man arrived, I did anything he wanted. Then, Mr.  Williams told me to
clean the place up. I did.  I scrubbed the floors, changed the sheets,
everything.  Then, the seven fathers filled me again.  They put the
comb in place and brought me home."

A sly grin crossed her face and a devilish look was in her eyes.

"What haven't you told me?" I said.

"Do you know what a chastity belt is?"

"I have heard of them.  I did not know they really exist."

"They do.  Believe me."

She wanted me to ask about it.  She wanted me to ask so much she was
squirming. Finally, I asked.  She grinned evilly again.

"Bobby, as I was tied down over the table, after I had been whipped
and left there, after I had begged long and hard to be fucked, I got
mad.  I know I am a slut, but a slut has feelings, too.  And, this
slut needed to feel a cock in her.  

'I will go find other men to fuck, a lot of men, if you wimps cannot
keep me happy!' I screamed at them. 

No one said anything as they arose and started toward the table.  I
was afraid they really were going to whip me hard, but they released
me. Mr. Martinez had this steel contraption in his hands.  They held
me motionless as he put it on me and locked it. Then, they walked
away.

I started to examine it.  I freaked out when I discovered nothing
could touch me between my legs.  Certainly no cock was going to get in
me.  I could not even masturbate. I ran to Mr. Williams who ignored me
even though I was kneeling by his side, begging him to talk to me.
Finally, he looked down at me.

'Becky, you are my slut. You belong to your husband and to me. If I
believe you are screwing someone other than me, Bobby, my father, or
the other twenty-three club members, I will lock you in that chastity
belt as punishment. I might leave you in it for a month. Do you
understand what that means?'

'Yes.  Please, Mr. Williams. I will be good! I will be faithful to the
twenty-six men you named!  Never do that to me!' I sobbed.

He released me, undoing the chastity belt and taking it off me.  It
felt so wonderfully free, so absolutely wonderfully alive, to be able
to touch my own pussy again. Believe me, Bobby.  I will never fuck
anyone unless Mr. Williams says I can.  I could not stand to not
orgasm, not even for a day." 

She giggled again and stroked between her legs.

"I don't even know if I can stand to go eight hours without orgasming,
Bobby."

A chastity belt.  Wow!  That would be the perfect punishment for my
Becky.  No orgasm! Ideal punishment for a slut like her. She would go
insane in less than a week if she could not orgasm. I had to hand it
to Mr. Williams.  He really knew how to handle a slut like Becky.

I realized how good it was for me to have someone like Mr. Williams to
teach me how to handle a slut like Becky.  She had changed since she
became my boss' slut.  I loved those changes. I was very happy.  But,
I realized it took a special man to love, live with, and manage a
slut.  I was glad Mr. Williams was showing me how to do it.

"Bobby, let's get something to eat.  I am hungry again," she said
softly.

After we ate, we curled up together in bed, her back to me, her head
on my arm, a giant tit in my hand.  We fell asleep that way.

The next day, I did not go to work.  Mr. Williams had agreed I could
have a day or two off to help Becky get her townhouse rented and
established.  We drove in her new convertible.

On Wednesday morning, she started her new career as a professional
slut, leaving the house at seven in the morning since her first fuck
was at seven thirty.  The first week or so, we were adjusting to the
new routine.  She would come home from work tired and hungry but,
reasonably well satisfied.  Sometimes she had only one man in the
morning and another in the afternoon.  Sometimes she had five or six.

But, she was Becky, the slut.  She still wanted to fuck me each night.
And, she always came like a women sexually possessed. 

Friday, Mr. Williams called me into his office.  We actually talked
about the company for a few minutes before he changed the subject.

"Trudy told me Becky came on to her?" my boss said.

"Yes, sir," I answered honestly.  "Becky said a slut should have sex
with women."

"Becky is right.  A slut should have sex with women as well as with
men.  She should have sex with anything - animal, mineral or vegetable
- which will fit up her love tunnel. Trudy is a little put off by it,
  though.  I want you to have both of them this Sunday. See that they
make love."

"Yes, Mr. Williams."  

"I am taking Becky Friday night.  My Dad has her Saturday morning. One
of the club members is having a poker party Saturday night. There will
be six guys there for her.  Do you want Trudy for the weekend?"

"Yes, sir.  Please."

"She will be there at eight.  That is all, Bob."

Trudy and I had a lovely Friday night and Saturday. I was really
enjoying Trudy. She was a wonderful women.  But, to be honest, Trudy
was never going to a real slut, not a world class slut like my Becky.
Trudy was perfectly happy fucking just Mr. Williams and me.  Becky
could never be happy with just two men.  I knew that.  We all knew
that. 

Trudy and I talked about her having sex with Becky, too.  I told Trudy
Mr. Williams wanted her to have sex with Becky and so did I.  She was
very apprehensive.  Becky got home about four Sunday morning,
awakening us with her arrival.  

Becky was hyper. I asked her what was wrong. She turned and stared at
Trudy, her eyes boring into my boss' secretary.

"I am looking forward to having my first lesbian sex with Trudy," she
said, desire dripping from her voice and, if I knew my Becky, probably
from her pussy, too.

I could not see Becky's pussy though, to really tell if it was
dripping.  She had on a leather skirt which started right above her
pubis, a leather halter top, and the "slut" charm dangling from her
navel. She wore thigh high stockings, as always.  The skirt was long
enough to cover the stocking tops when she stood. It was an emerald
green color.  She really did look wonderful, wonderfully slutty, which
is what she was. 

"I don't want to have sex with you, Becky.  I am not a slut like you
are," Trudy said shyly.

"Oh, Trudy, don't be ashamed by that. It's okay.  Not every woman can
be a world class slut like me.  Not everyone is a professional golfer
but, a lot of people still like to hit the ball around. You can still
have fun and not be a pro like me," Becky said reassuringly as she
held Trudy's hands.

Becky put her arm around Trudy's shoulder to guide her back into the
bedroom.  Trudy was naked, having just gotten out of bed when Becky
came home.  I thought it was very sweet of Becky to be so kind and
gentle to Trudy.  Then, I realized it was Becky's first time with
another woman, too.  But, this was Becky's idea. Trudy watched as
Becky undressed which took a second.  Besides not wearing much, Becky
was becoming very adept at dressing and undressing quickly.

I sat in the straight chair I pulled beside the bed to watch.

"You and Mr. Williams really want this, Bobby?" Trudy asked, looking
at me.

"Yes, we do," I replied.  She nodded.

Becky lay down beside her.  Trudy gasped when Becky put her hand on
Trudy's stomach.

"What do we do?" Trudy asked plaintively. 

Surprise shot across Becky's face.

"Well, I have never done this either, so I really don't know.  I bet
we figure it out as we go along," she said lovingly. 
  They went very slowly.  Becky initiated most everything at first.
Trudy lay there, legs slightly spread, hands by her side, as Becky
began to play with her. Becky would ask softly, "Do you like that?" or
"how does this feel?"  I watched Becky.  She knew a woman's body, she
loved sex, and she was being slow and gentle.  

Once, Trudy shoved Becky's hands away.  Becky slapped Trudy hard
across the inside of her thigh and told her to never resist. Trudy
sobbed and her resistance ceased.

I realized Becky was a woman who happily knew what she wanted and was
going to get it.  She was very gentle but firm with Trudy.  I learned
some things about how to make love to a woman by watching my boss'
slut, my wife, make love to my boss' secretary, my slut.

Trudy started to respond as Becky kissed, nibbled, caressed and
touched her.  They were beautiful together. Two lovely women
pleasuring each other.  Then, Becky slipped down between Trudy's legs
and started eating her pussy, licking her clit. Trudy went nuts,
screaming as she orgasmed again and again.

I knew everything was all right when Trudy recovered from her orgasms.

"My turn to eat you," she told Becky, rolling Becky on her back. 

Judging from Becky's response, Trudy was very good at eating another
woman.  Of course, with Becky it is hard to tell.  She orgasms so
wildly at everything. They went to sleep in each other's arms.  I
turned out the light and crawled in with them, snuggling up to Becky's
back.

Becky whispered sleepily, "This slut sure love you, Bobby."

Trudy whispered, "So do I."

I called Mr. William Sunday morning.  His wife answered.  She had a
lovely, feminine voice that made me wonder was she was like.  

"Hello, Mr. Williams."

"Bob, how can I help you?"

"Your two sluts loved making love to each other.  I am calling to
invite you to a Sunday brunch.  We can watch the two of them and then
fuck them."

"Sounds delightful.  My wife is playing tennis at eleven. I will be
there shortly after she leaves."

When Mr. Williams arrived, the two of them greeted him at the door
stark naked.  We decided to fuck them first, so we could rest as we
watched them.  That was Mr. William's idea.  It was the first time I
had fucked my wife while Mr. Williams was there except that once in
his office when he whipped her before we both fucked her. I fucked
Becky while he fucked Trudy.  We did it that way because the girls
flipped a coin and Becky lost. 

Then, the two of them gave a delightful show for us.  First they
sixty-nined to suck up all the cum Mr. Williams and I left in them.
Then, they used the two headed dildo Becky had bought.  Mr.  Williams
and I were ready.  This time I took Trudy.  After the girls licked
each other clean again, Mr. Williams took Trudy home. 

I looked at my Becky lying on the bed, legs splayed, cum and pussy
juice and sweat and saliva covering her.  Her big tits were moving
gently up and down as she breathed. The rings in her pussy and navel
glittered and shone.  

She was a beautiful, desirable woman.  She was a true slut, my boss'
slut.  Most importantly, she was my wife.

To be concluded . . . 

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