Vanessa's Entry
I'm writing for the first time since school, so please be patient with me. Any help with syntax, grammar, or other technicalities will be appreciated. The story I'm about to share is a true account of a recent encounter following a long-term correspondence, although some minor details may have been altered.
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I'm a 55-year-old, married accountant. We have one grown son, and I'm 5'5" tall, slightly overweight, size 14, with 36C breasts (D in some shops), mousey brown hair, a short stature, and grey eyes. I may not be a supermodel, but I do love my husband. However, in recent years, the spark has fizzled out in our love life due to severe erectile dysfunction. As a result, I began reading erotic literature online, and soon developed a close relationship with another reader. His name was Etienne, which evoked such romantic visions.
He's now 59 years old, divorced, and liked many of the same stories I did. We started chatting about dominance and submission and Etienne began challenging me with tasks. No knickers days escalated to no underwear days, then to wearing only stockings and suspenders. Then it was masturbating at work, in the bathrooms, and even at my desk. Our conversations became more daring as he encouraged me to perform sexual acts at work.
I was also asked to embrace my wilder side at home when my husband was away. He asked me to go nude to work on weekends, dressed only in stockings and heels, and perform sexual acts in my office. He also suggested I go for walks in the nude, simply wearing stockings. These walks evolved into self-spanking and masturbation sessions.
During these conversations, he became my "Master," and I was his "slut." I even referred to myself as such. We talked about meeting in real life, where he could dominate me and use me as his submissive slut. We discussed various scenarios and situations. By this point, he was pushing me to go to my more dangerous safe spaces, knowing this was my opportunity to live out my fantasy.
To make it more realistic, he had me send him explicit photos of myself. These images would be shared with my husband if I failed to comply. I found myself getting wet just thinking about it. A date was set and Master booked a hotel room (Travelodge) for the occasion. My husband would be away for football on this day.
At noon, I received a message:
Master:
This is the day, slut. You're to be shaved from the neck down. You must be clean. Your makeup should be slutty enough, but not too much. Wear the black push-up bra, matching thong, charcoal grey stockings, and suspender belt to match the thong. Black patent 4" heels. No other clothing except a coat. Wear your butt plug. Meet me in the bar at 4 p.m.
Being aware that it was a warm afternoon and my clothing left little to the imagination under my mid-thigh-length raincoat, I made my way to the bar. As I entered, Master greeted me with a wicked grin, looking sharp in his dark blue suit, crisp white shirt, and purple tie. He was talking to two men when he spotted me.
"Hello slut, I was just telling these gentlemen about my plans for you," he said.
I said, "Hello, Master. Thank you."
The men complimented Master on "his slut," expressing their envy at his "upcoming enjoyment." And, interestingly enough, they addressed him and not me.
A couple of glasses of Merlot arrived and Master informed me that we were about to head to the room. This was my last chance to back out. But his following statement kept me on edge. "If you bottle it, slut, the blackmail is real." He recited my husband's email address, freezing me with fear.
I said, "Slut understands and wishes to proceed..." I was on the verge of wetting myself with excitement and fear.
We proceeded to the room on the first floor. Once inside, he commanded, "On your knees, slut." I removed my coat and handed it to him. He studied my body with a wicked grin.
I hurriedly got down on the floor, knees apart, back straight, hands clasped behind my neck.
He grabbed my nipples and pinched them. I was extremely excited. Turning away, he grabbed a bag on the bed and brought out nipple clamps with little bells on them. These he attached, making me jiggle my breasts to make the bells ring.
"Face down, ass up, slut." I lowered my head to the floor, arms outstretched in front of me. From behind me, he said, "You truly have a beautiful ass, slut." "Thank you, Master," I replied. His fingers were tracing the crotch of my underwear. "You're sopping, slut." I murmured, "Slut apologizes, sir, she is very turned on." At this point, he was tapping on my butt plug.
"Now, you're going to put on a show for my 'friends.''' I had butterflies in my stomach, but I replied, "Yes, Master, your slut will obey." He handed me a dildo and told me to attach it to the window at a height where I could back onto it.
Below the window were two guys from the university skateboarding, and on the bank across from the window were some men from the bar, no more than ten yards away.
"Do it, bitch. This is a sign of your submission to me, your willingness to obey, and your desire to be used as a fuck toy." His words sent a bolt of pleasure through my body as I told him, "I am a fuck toy, a slut to be used as you wish." He was chuckling as he pulled my underwear aside, and I backed onto the dildo. It felt so good, filling me up until my ass cheeks pressed against the cold glass of the window.
"Good slut. Now fuck it." He commanded. Slowly, at first, but picking up speed, I was rocking my hips backward and forward, pulling out until just the head of the dildo was in me, and then pushing all the way back in until my ass was pressed against the glass. The bells on my nipples tinkled as my breasts swung back and forth.
After a short while, he moved to stand next to me, he had taken off his clothes. It was the first time I had seen his cock for real. He wasn't huge at seven inches long and a decent girth, but better than average. He offered his cock to my lips. "Suck it, my slutty milf."
I opened my mouth and took his manhood between my lips. It wasn't a blow job, but more of a face fuck. It seemed to be mostly a show of dominance. Master reached over and placed the tip of a vibrator against the base of the butt plug. I came almost instantly. It was like an electric shock running up my spine. The vibrations also transferred to the dildo in my pussy. I felt so naughty, but so deliciously so. I had an asshole plugged, a pussy stuffed, and a hot cock in my mouth, and a private audience not 30 feet away. My nipples were throbbing, and I was having multiple mini orgasms.
Perhaps five minutes later, Master informed me that my audience had grown, the skateboarders had noticed what was happening. I think absurdly, I blushed.
Moving me away from the window, I was instructed to assume the position of doggy style, my ass facing the door. This time, my underwear was off, and he placed a sleep mask over my eyes. "Don't move, slut," he said as he walked around me. "I have to leave the room for a moment. Stay there, fuckpig."
I heard the door open and close. And then I was alone. It felt like forever I was kneeling in the dark, hearing the skateboarding, and doors opening and closing outside in the corridor. Then, the door opened, and I heard Master's voice, "Good slut." I also heard "Nice ass" and "pretty pussy."
Master was not alone. "My friends are here to help me use you, fuckpig. Don't let me down." This was followed by a swift slap to each cheek of my ass. "Your slut..." Another slap to my ass.
"You are to refer to yourself as fuck toy or fuck pig unless otherwise instructed."
"Fuck pig understands Master. Fuck pig obeys Master, and wants to please Master."
I heard all three laugh and one of the men speak, his voice familiar from the bar earlier. "You have a good body for an old slut. Nice tits, ass, and pussy. You have nice cock sucking lips." I was almost creaming at his words. He continued, "All your holes will be used, and you will be punished. We will leave you used up. Do you understand, piggy?"
"Fuck pig understands and will please Master and Sirs. Use me as your toy."
In a sudden turn of events, a ball gag was forced into my mouth, and I was informed that a brief punishment would soon begin. The spanks rained down on my bottom, and although I'm not certain, I believe I counted 25 for each cheek. A horse crop swinging through the air made me rather apprehensive, but it didn't hurt any more than the hand spanks. This crop landed five times on each cheek, once on each bosom, once on the butt plug, and finally on my pussy. The sensation of that last stroke on my pussy was stunning!
My backside was scorching hot, but the feeling was arousing, my bosom throbbed, and I was so drenched in excitement that I nearly flowed.
The third man uttered, "Time for you to entertain us with your mouth and hands." I believe I nodded in agreement.
The gag was taken out and I was positioned so that I found myself straddling a plastic box with a dildo mounted on it. I glided down onto it. My hands were guided to cocks on either side of me and one was placed at my lips. I started to ride the dildo back and forth while trying to synchronize the motions of wanking and sucking. I could tell from the touch that one of the men was the same size as Master and the other was a little smaller. They were all extremely hard.
Every two minutes or so they would switch places, playing with my bosom, tweaking the clamps, and urging me on with taunts and insults such as "wag that tail," "suck it," "shake those MILF tits." They were complimenting my rear end in the reflection and praising my hungry vagina full of a plastic dick, causing me to calculate that this experience lasted for around a quarter of an hour to twenty minutes.
I came at least two more times, I am absolutely certain.
Master spoke, "It's time for you to be nasty, slut."
I answered, "Yes, Master, I am your fuckpig."
He announced, "You'll spend ten minutes on each asshole."
One of the men lowered his rump towards me, urging me to spread his cheeks and work my tongue. Next, I found myself kissing his anus, licking alongside his crack, and jabbing my tongue into his rectum. This was a humiliating and exciting experience. I couldn't help but feel like the lowest of the low, but also proud of my submissive attitude. They were using me as a sexual object, and these men desired my body for their own pleasure.
The others swapped positions, fingering my bosom, flicking the clamps, and taunting me with lines like "suck his starfish," "fuck the shithole with your slut tongue," and "Kiss ass, whore."
This was repeated for each of them. They were amused by my eagerness to please, referring to me as a "good slut." I heard one of them inquire to Master if he wished to sell me. Fortunately, Master just laughed.
When I'd completed licking all three asses, we took a break and indulged in some refreshments. The two men went outside for a smoke, and Master praised me for my performance. I felt a great sense of pride.
Upon their return, one of them informed Master, "It's all sorted."
This declaration concerned me, but I was aware that questioning it would be futile.
The clamps were removed, and my nipples, which had endured the torture, felt as if they were exploding as the blood returned to them. They were amused by my adverse reaction to them being removed.
"Slut," Master commanded, "Face down, legs apart. It's time to use that last hole."
Anal was not a new experience for me, but in recent years, I'd only done it a handful of times. I felt the plug being taken out, and then the application of cold lube around my anus. Master rubbed his dick up and down my anus, stating, "Beg for it, slut. Ask for me to use your arse."
"Sir, please use your toys tight opening, f**k my behind, turn me into your butthole toy." I begged.
He laughed, "as you wish, slut."
I could sense the pressure as he pushed himself in, my ring stretching. And then he was in. He felt so big. Slowly at first he began f**king me. After a minute or two he pulled me up onto all fours. "She's tighter than a drum, guys, you're going to love this hole."
A cock slapped me in the face and I took it into my mouth. After a short time Master pulled out and the guy I was sucking took his place, his friend taking his place in my mouth. My arse was getting spanked again, nipples tugged. This was a deep, hard, anal f**k. Once again they swapped, and I realized the cock now in my mouth had been in my arse mere minutes earlier. They continued their rotation, making me have my first, and second, orgasms from anal. They told me my bum looked amazing framed by my stockings and suspenders.
"Time for you to be airtight fucktoy." I was positioned straddling one cock, leaning forward to get another in my arse, and the third one in my mouth. I felt so full, and I felt full as a slut. I was thinking 'I bet none of my friends have done this'.
The men got into a rhythm, it was delightful. Two cocks rubbing together felt incredible. These men were hard only for me. I felt like a goddess, sinful though I may have been.
The cock in my mouth lay down next to me, I had to move over to it, then the cock from my arse was in my mouth and pussy to arse.
They were praising me for going ATM (Ass To Mouth). Telling Master he had a great slut, that he could make money from me. I felt proud at being considered a great slut at my age.
Things started speeding up after they had each had each hole. The two guys favoring my arse, fucked it like power pistons, no mercy. Calling me a "nasty anal slut" and a "arse slut made to be butt f**ked." They both shot their loads in my tightest hole then plugged it inside. Master fucked my pussy, telling me to squeeze him. I actually felt him cumming in me.
He then turned to the guys, "send the text." To me he said, "You have one more task, slut. The skater boys took some photos of you. My guys spotted them and they will delete them when you've done what's next."
I had to straddle the dildo on the box, my back to the door. As the door opened I heard some "yeah," "nice," and "phwoar" type comments.
Master introduced them as Josh, Adam, and Lee, aged 20, 20, and 19. I realized I'm actually just about old enough to be their grandmother. Master said to them, "boys, this is my slut, feel free to touch her, she will pleasure you with her mouth and hands" and then "slut, introduce yourself to our guests."
I was slowly riding the dildo, "I'm Masters fuckpig fucktoy, I obey his commands. Use my mouth."
The boys were dropping their trousers, each sporting an erect cock, again in the six to seven-inch range. Master was telling them to get close and soon hands were cupping and squeezing my boobs, rubbing my clit. And then I had a cock in my mouth and one in each hand. They each had my mouth then one of them pushed in front of me wanking furiously. Master called, "open your mouth slut," which I did.
The first spurt hit me squarely on the bridge of my nose, the second on my left cheek and eye. Third was in my mouth as was fourth, he then flicked more on my face. The next two followed in the same fashion. There was a lot of cum, my face was covered completely and I had it in my hair and on my breasts. I had actually managed to cum myself riding the dildo.
Master told me, "gargle your cum pig, then swallow your prize." As I was gargling bubbles were forming, much to the amusement of all of them. It took two gulps to get the spunk down.
"Thank the young gentleman, fuckpig."
"Fuckpig thanks the young Sirs for allowing her to suck their cocks and for giving her their cum."
Josh, I think, said to Master that any time he needed help in the future he could message him. The boys then left the room after telling Master the pictures were deleted.
I felt such a total slut, I was humiliated but proud of myself, pleased I hadn't let Master, and myself, down. I was glad these men, and boys, had found me so attractive that they had used me for over three hours.
The fellows and the Boss were chatting concerning me as my cum was drying up. They were inquiring if a rerun could be arranged or if they could borrow me for some bash. The Boss promised he'd reach out. He consented but stated that they needed to vacate earliest in order for it not to seem too conspicuous. Uncle Sam demanded I kiss their dicks again and thank them for employing me.
"You're a nifty fuckslave and we potentially unite your holes once again soon. Now scuttle home to your spouse with cum in each and every your whore pores."
Suggestions of my husband did generate echoes of remorse.
Upon being all alone, Boss filled me in that he was thrilled with me, I didn't cheat him. That left me with a cozy sentiment.
Upon getting back for the 'cumwalk', I could open my eyes. Slide over my jacket but neglected to fasten it. I should stay undone until we carved out of the elevator. Boss apprised me that if we encountered anyone, I must about-face and go back towards him. Additionally, he would plan a deliberate 'cumwalk' afterwards. I made it to my car without any odds.
Upon arriving home, I comprehended that when I was blindfolded anything could've been unraveled, and anybody could've been present. What an astonishing concept.
Immersing in the tub I concluded that I required to have faith in Boss. And I was still hot and ready! I genuinely hope Boss concocts another encounter.
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