Part 1 - Chapter One
Darlene: A Slut is Born
Darlene waited with Dwayne, waving to the rest of GWU's latest graduating class
as they left the grounds of the old school complex.
"So what's your plan for our weekend with no kids?" Darlene asked her husband.
"We're in the cottage right behind the school. I picked it so we can walk to the
dining room. You don't want to cook, do you?"
"You just want to ogle the naked babes," Darlene accused.
"Oh, the eye candy will be nice, but I'm pooped. At least this is," he told her,
lifting his spent prick.
"Not for long, I hope? I'm horny."
"Then you better find someone else. It's not my fault. You're the one who wanted
me to take on the single kids."
"And you enjoyed every second."
"Yeah, I did," he agreed.
"Let's get some supper," Darlene grinned. Still nude except for wedge sandals,
she led her equally nude husband to the dining room, giving her bottom some
extra wiggles for his benefit. Dwayne dawdled behind her just to enjoy the view.
'This is so much better than arguing all the time,' Darlene thought. Before GWU,
she would have been pissed off that he wasn't walking at her side. Now she knew
that he was enjoying her backside and was pleased that he still wanted to look.
She was even more pleased with the weight she had lost. She planned to lose a
few more pounds. Now that she was hooked on daily exercise, it was going to be
easy.
Darlene chose a seat with some of the staff members and asked, "Are there enough
boy toys this weekend?"
"Just," Lucy replied. "Some will have to share."
"Could Dwayne help?"
"An offer I won't refuse. Are you up to it?" Lucy asked.
"What's going on?" Dwayne asked, tearing his eyes away from the many exposed
nipples, bushes, and tushes.
"Remember me talking about boy toys? Guys for the single girls to practice with?
Or on? Wouldn't you like to get sucked by another virgin?"
"I already did that. Besides, I'd rather watch you get sucked by lots of
people."
"Or fucked," Darlene laughed.
"And," Dwayne grinned, emphasizing, "Sucked _AND_ fucked."
"You really do like watching, don't you?"
"Yes," he replied, becoming more serious. "But it's more than that. I was glad
when you told me about your, ah, problem, you know, the high hormone levels and
stuff. I...I have to confess, hon'. I was ashamed that I couldn't satisfy you,
that I wasn't man enough for you. I want you to be happy and satisfied and
fulfilled, the whole bit. Just once, I'd like to see you get fucked until you're
so sore you don't even want to think about sex for a week."
"Well, you're enough for me," she grinned, leaning over to give him a peck.
"Liar," he accused, adding, "I do get turned on by watching. I want to be last,
the one who gives you that final orgasm, the one that poops you out. I'm
serious."
"I'm getting horny just thinking about it, the possibilities," Darlene admitted.
Lucy broke in to recommend, "Just line up the girls, and go for it."
"Oh, geez. Shit!" Darlene let out a frustrated sigh. "I just finished an orgy
and it's still not enough. I always want more."
"So go for it," Dwayne told her.
"I won't cheat on you," she told Dwayne.
"It's not cheating if I tell you to do it, is it? It didn't feel like cheating
when you told me to screw around with your single classmates."
"That's it!" Darlene yelled, startling her husband and drawing the attention of
the other diners. "Tell me. Tell me to do whatever you want. Make me do it and
I'll do it."
"What you want me to tell you to do is to do what you want to do anyway, right?"
"Huh?"
"Can an uninvolved observer try to clarify?" Lucy asked. Before either of them
had a chance to answer, she continued, "Dwayne, you like to watch your wife do
sexy things like screw around with other people, right?"
"Yeah."
"And Darlene, you're highly sexed and always horny. I bet you fantasize screwing
everything that moves, don't you?" Her blush was the only answer necessary.
"You're actually proud to be married to a woman who's so desirable and sexy and
highly sexed, aren't you?" Lucy asked Dwayne.
"Yes," he smiled, leering at his wife, scanning from her pretty face down to her
erect nipples, to her nearly flat belly, to her fur-covered muff, her muscular
thighs, and then back up.
"You two are a perfect match," Lucy told them. "Darlene's a natural slut who
wants to fuck everything in sight and you're a lecherous voyeur who'd love to
watch her do it. So tell her to do it. Make her do it. The only reason she
doesn't is because she's afraid you'll hate her."
"You'll do anything I want?" Dwayne asked his wife.
"I won't rape or murder little kids, but within reason..." She let the thought
hang in midair.
"Suck my cock," he told her. "Just your mouth. Play with your pussy while you do
it."
"Here?" She had done as much already but not in front of the newest students at
GWU, never in... It was so... so perfectly nasty. Darlene tingled with arousal,
a special excitement that she felt only when she was forced to perform before an
audience. She knelt before her husband and obeyed his command.
"She is a natural," Peggy laughed. "The perfect slut wife."
"Want some advice?" Gwen asked Dwayne.
"Sure."
"Just order her around. Tell her to do the nastiest things you can think of as
long as they're OK for you. Agree on a safe word just like you would in a B and
D scene so she can opt out if it's too much. Then talk about every scene later
to see if she liked it or not and if she'd like to do it again. And tell her
honestly if you liked her doing it, OK?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Tell me what you've observed about your wife," Lucy said.
"Well, she sucks cock good."
"And?"
"Well, she's... She really likes sex." None of the staff prompted him but their
gazes told him they wanted to hear more. "I don't know what you're getting at."
"She's a slut."
"She gets off on you making her show off."
"And doing what you want."
"Especially if it's nasty."
"Naughty and dirty."
"She gets hot when she's spanked, too."
"And when she wears practically nothing in public. She tried to act embarrassed
when we made her strip. She was embarrassed but she got turned on, too."
The women around the table were shooting observations and suggestions at him so
fast that he barely had time to absorb them. Under the table, every suggestion
was like an extra stroke over Darlene's over-stimulated clitoris. Her fingers
had brought her right to the edge of a shattering orgasm when her hands were
kicked away.
"He said to play with yourself, not to come," Lucy snapped.
"I think she ought to wait until everybody in the dining room has come before
she gets to, don't you?" Gwen asked.
"She ought to have to beg for the privilege of making us come."
"With a butt plug up her ass."
"No. A tail."
Darlene was whining around Dwayne's cock, crazy with lust. Her eyes met his. He
smiled down at her. "Lick your teachers' pussies," he told her. "Put your right
finger in your butt so you won't be tempted to come, but keep playing with your
pussy with your left hand."
'No!' Darlene's mind cried. She was right handed. She had tried to diddle
herself to orgasm with her left hand. It never worked. She lost coordination in
her left hand when she got close. She knew that she was going to be one
frustrated... slut. The idea alone was enough to get her close and keep her
there as she crawled from one woman to another, licking until her jaw ached as
the women on the staff kicked her around under the table.
"Do you want to come, slut?" Dwayne's voice asked.
"Oh, yes!" Darlene cried out as she lifted her face from Lucy's crotch.
"But none of these women has come," he told her. "And neither have I. Do you
think you deserve to come?"
"Please," she begged.
"Stand up. Go to the middle of the room and tell everybody that you're a slut.
My slut. Then you can make yourself come."
"Yes, sir." She felt a flush of embarrassment as she got up. Everyone was
looking at her. Another flush of...embarrassment but it excited her. Turned her
on. So turned..."I'm a slut. I'm Dwayne's slut and I...Oh, I'm go...going...
to..."
"Don't stop!" Dwayne yelled at her. "Keep stroking. Do it hard. I want to see
you come and come."
"Oh, no!" she cried out, barely able to stand after her last explosion. Her legs
wobbled as she rubbed harder and faster, closing her eyes and..."Oh!
I'm...almost...Ah!"
--==*==--
"That wasn't too much, was it?" Dwayne asked when they made it back to the
cottage.
"Thank you," Darlene panted. "It was wonderful."
"You're in big trouble now. You know that, don't you?"
"How?"
"I may decide to pimp you out," he told her. "Imagine standing on a street
corner dressed like a whore, the whore you are, begging guys to pay you twenty
bucks for a blow job."
"No!"
"Play with yourself," he ordered. "Maybe I'll make you get a job at a topless
joint, no, one of those 'live nude girls' places that has no class at all."
"Oh, shit," she groaned.
"You won't even be allowed to wear clothes between dances. It'll be an
advertisement for lap dances."
"Oh, no. Damn. Yes! No. Please?"
"You're not even going to be allowed to have that fluff covering your pussy," he
sneered. "You'll have to get a wax job once a week, at least."
"Oh! Oooh... I'm..."
"Don't! You weren't given permission to cum yet."
"Please?"
"Finger fuck yourself," he snickered. "Don't touch your clitty button until I
say you can. When you bring me lunch every day, you'll have to strip naked in
the grease pit. I'm going to invite all the guys in there to watch while you
suck my cock."
"Pleeease..."
Dwayne had never seen a hand move quite as quickly as his wife's was at that
moment. "I might even make you suck their cocks. A quarter for a blow job. Then
you'll be a real two-bit whore."
"Oh, gawd!"
"And starting when the kids go back to school, you're going to do all the
housework naked," he told her. "Or worse. You'd look good in chains. And a
collar. Maybe with a plug up your butt."
"Please, Dwayne! I need to cum." She was sobbing in frustration, right on the
edge.
"Would my slut like for me to lick her clitty button?"
"Yes!"
"Or fuck her in the ass?"
"Yes!"
"Or spank her ass for being such a nasty fuckin' slut?"
"Anything!"
"Show me the dungeon again," he grinned.
"NO! Oh, please."
"Now," he told her. His tone was soft but firm. "Put on your highest heels and
lead me to the dungeon."
"I'm going to go crazy."
"I like you crazy."
"You're a cruel master," she pouted.
Once they were in the basement, Dwayne secured his wife in the sex swing. Then
he got comfortable on a padded stool between her thighs. He managed to keep her
weeping and frustrated for over an hour before she finally cried out, "Red!"
"Red? As in safe word?" Dwayne asked.
"Yes," his wife panted. "I'm sorry. I, well, I'm getting numb. It's not fun any
more. Do something else besides just licking me and backing off."
"Like what? Smacking your butt with a paddle?"
"Oh, no! Please! I've got to come!"
"I want to try out some of these things," he told her, going to the wall where
the whips, crops, floggers, and paddles were displayed. He was testing her. Did
she want to stop the game or did she just want him to stop licking her clit?
"Please, Dwayne. Oh, you're so cruel. I need to cum!"
"When I'm ready." He hoisted her ankles until her legs pointed straight up and
her bottom was exposed, and swung the leather slapper paddle at a cheek.
"Ow! That hurt. Oh, please."
She didn't safe word. Now he knew that she didn't really want him to stop. But
what now? He warmed her bottom good, smacking her so hard that his own bottom
winced each time the paddle landed with a loud report. Still no safe word. Ah, a
big butt plug and K-Y. And still no safe word, just more begging. And a pussy
massage brought out bucking and whining and begging but no safe word. A big
dildo in her cunt elicited pants of "yes, yes, yes" but no safe word. When he
was almost pooped himself, he removed the butt plug and buggered her until he
blasted a load of come up her butt while she continued panting, "Oh, yes, yes,
yes. Oh. Oh, yes..."
Dwayne needed a few moments to recover from his orgasm, so he ordered Darlene,
"Fuck yourself," as he unfastened the Velcro strap around her right wrist. She
immediately started pumping the big dildo in and out of her dripping cunt,
groaning and thrashing in the nylon harness that held her off the floor.
"Can I please cum now?" she screamed.
"Wait," he ordered.
"Oh, no! Please! I'm begging. Please, lover? Oh..."
Sweat was dripping from her butt cheeks and ears. Tears rolled down her face
from the corners of her tightly closed eyelids. Semen oozed from her recently
fucked asshole.
"You are such a slut," Dwayne laughed. "You may come when I tell you. Cum when I
get to zero. Ten."
"Please. Please. Don't make me wait!"
"Nine." It was fun making her wait, especially now that she was twisting, her
legs fighting the nylon webbing, her tits jiggling deliciously.
"Please!"
"What will you do for me if I let you cum?"
"Anything. Everything."
"Eight. Seven. Siiiix. So you'll give me rim jobs? Lick my asshole?"
"Oh, yes."
"In front of a crowd?"
"Anything," she sobbed. "Please let me cum."
"Five if you suck on a dog's dick."
"Yes!"
"Four if you'll fuck a horse."
"Oh, please."
"Will you do it?"
"Yes, damn it. Anything! Just let me cum."
"Then get ready, slut. Because it's three...two...one...cum!"
Darlene instantly bucked up, driving her pussy onto the down- thrusting dildo.
She closed her legs as best she could and madly strummed over her clit,
screaming so loud that Dwayne was afraid the whole school was going to burst in
to see what was the matter.
"Thank you, thank you, oh thank you, lover," she was sobbing. "That was wild.
Fantastic. The best ever."
Dwayne sat back down on the stool to watch his wife and lover. He would never
have dreamed that she would describe being spanked and ass fucked before having
to masturbate to orgasm as 'the best ever'. But he couldn't remember her ever
looking more excited. And she had never looked quite so satisfied as she panted,
a smile on her face. The best part was that he was hard again, hard as a rock,
aching for another bout.
"You did well for being such a horny slut," he told her. "If you want to come
again, beat my meat. You can come as many times as you want to until I shoot all
over your slut face."
"Oh, thank you," she laughed. "Can I sit on the Sybian while I beat you off?"
"Wherever you want."
"Undo me?"
"Sure." He ripped the Velcro loose from around her ankles and left wrist. "So
that was fun?"
"I hope you liked it, too," she bashfully told him.
"As soon as I cream all over your face. What's a Sybian?"
"An orgasm machine. Over there. I'll show you. See? It has a dildo that twists
and vibrates like crazy. It can get almost any woman off in no time."
"And this controls it?" he asked, examining the control box attached to the half
barrel shaped machine with the dildo sticking out the top.
"Yes."
"Your nipples are hard."
"I was just thinking about nipple clamps. My pups are aching for some
attention."
"I heard about some that keep getting tighter and tighter."
"Japanese clovers," Darlene gasped. "They're wicked and they hurt like crazy."
"Show me," Dwayne ordered. "We'll put them on and you can take them off after
I've hosed your face."
"No! Please, lover. Those hurt like crazy."
Not 'red' but 'no', Dwayne smiled. "Yes," he told her.
"Oh, my gosh! Oh, please!" She begged as she got the levered clamps and showed
him how every movement made them tighten. He made her put them on her own
nipples. Darlene cried real tears as she slid a condom onto the orgasm machine's
rubber shaft and mounted it with a gasp of pleasure. She frantically stroked her
husband's cock, trying to make him come quickly but hoping he wouldn't.
He didn't. Dwayne had ejaculated more times that day then in any other day of
his life. It was going to take a while and he planned to enjoy every minute of
it. He did his best to keep Darlene in a constant state of orgasm, distracting
her from the pain in her nipples and the means of escaping the pain. She writhed
and bounced through each orgasm, the wicked clamps putting more and more
pressure on her already sensitive nipples.
An hour later, he carried his unconscious wife back to the cottage after her
last orgasm. She was on the edge when he blasted her face with semen and she
exploded when he removed the clamps and twisted her nipples. She passed out.
--==*==--
After graduation day and her first evening as Dwayne's slut, Darlene needed a
rest. So did Dwayne. But they talked. A lot.
"You really liked it?" Dwayne asked when he saw that Darlene was waking up.
"Yes." She was ashamed of liking the scene so much.
"As a regular diet or just once in a while?"
"That depends on what you mean," she answered bashfully. "I couldn't take scenes
like that all the time, but the things you said excited me."
"Which ones?"
"All of them!"
"Give me one example," he told her, adding, "What you'd like to do next that
excites you."
"You won't get mad?" Darlene asked, still not feeling secure in her new role,
afraid that Dwayne was going to blow up in a jealous rage or that he was going
to end up hating her.
"I promise." His smile did more to alleviate her fears than his words.
"OK," she sighed. "Being forced to strip in someplace public where I could get
caught. Someplace like the grease pit where somebody might see me, especially if
I was shaved down there. I know you said wax but that'd hurt too much and
spoil... Well, it... Shaving, that I... Geez, either way it would be wild,
whether I had to shave myself or bare my pussy for somebody else to do it."
"How about if I invite the whole crew into the pit with me?"
"You wouldn't!"
"Would that turn you on?"
"Like crazy but what would the guys think?"
"That you're a slut, which you are," he smiled. "Now let's talk limits. What's
too much?"
"Anything that might hurt the kids. Actually, anything that might hurt anybody,
including me. Pain's OK, but not injury. Nothing with vomit or shit except,
well... OK, no vomit but a little stink around a butt hole is OK once in a
while."
"That's it?"
"All I can think of right now," Darlene told her husband. "But you have to tell
me to do it so I know it's all right with you."
"Do you have any idea how nasty my fantasies can be?"
"Tell me," she cooed, snuggling against him. "Ooh, you're hard."
"Piss hard on. I've got to pee."
Did she dare? "Want to pee on me? Ever since we talked about far out stuff like
water sports, I've wondered about it."
"I think you ought to drink it from my dick so I don't even have to get up,"
Dwayne told her.
She was tempted. A jolt of arousal ran through her body raising goose bumps. But
drinking piss? Was she that nasty?
"Can I say, 'not today'?"
"Are you safe wording?"
"No. If you really want me to drink your piss, I'll do it but I don't think I'm
really ready to go that far. Can't we, well..."
"Get in the bathroom and sit on the toilet," Dwayne ordered his wife. "On the
bare porcelain bowl, not the seat."
"Yes, sir," she smiled. Just nasty enough. The cold on the back of her thighs,
her legs spread, the fear of the unknown, the nastiness of what was going to
happen, it was all so perfect when Dwayne stood in front of her and aimed at her
breasts. It was so warm, a sharp contrast to the cold porcelain. And fragrant.
Fresh piss didn't have that nasty ammonia smell. But letting a naked man piss on
her, even if he was her husband, was so naughty. Her hands cupped her breasts,
spreading the yellow liquid over them. Pinching and pulling on her nipples
seemed a natural thing to do.
"That was disgusting," Dwayne said. Pissing on his wife didn't arouse him at
all. He hoped that she wouldn't want him to do so very often, if ever. "Now warm
the shower so you can wash us," he ordered.
"Yes... would you like for me to call you 'master'?"
"Why not 'Most Omniscient Lord, Master of all that he can see'? You choose the
term of respect that you use when you address me, but you'll be disciplined if I
don't think it's appropriate, OK?"
"Thank you, master."
"So what disciplinary measures might be appropriate?" Dwayne asked as he joined
his wife in the shower, stepping behind her to soap the breasts that he loved so
much.
"Seriously? That'll be tough, because spanking and bondage turn me on. I guess
the harder whips and stuff, especially a cane."
"That'd leave a mark," Dwayne frowned. "I don't really want to leave marks on
this perfect skin. A little red is all right, but not welts. That's not for me.
It spoils my view."
"It probably wouldn't be very good punishment anyway. I kind of liked the tingle
that the welts left when we did our day of heavy sado-masochism."
"A chastity belt might be the..."
"That's it! I'd die if I was turned on and couldn't cum. They told us that the
main reason for chastity belts was to prevent masturbation. Oh, geez, that'd
be... But you wouldn't make me wear one too long, would you?"
"Where do I find..."
"They have catalogs inside. But they're pretty expensive."
"Shave your pussy. Now."
"Yes, master," Darlene answered. As she got her husband's shaving cream and
razor, she prayed that he wouldn't make her go to breakfast with her freshly
shaved pussy exposed. But at the same time, shaving her pussy aroused her
because she knew that he probably _was_ going to show her off in the dining room
and probably all over the school grounds.
"Get the hair out of your butt crack, too. I want you bare all the way up your
belly. I'm going to pull out any hair I find."
She had to pull her legs to her shoulders and put her elbows behind her knees to
twist into a position to shave her butt crack. It was a terribly humiliating
position... that aroused her even more. So did masturbating while standing in
the middle of the dining room, her pussy glistening with the butter he made her
spread over her smooth lips.
After breakfast, they checked out the catalogs of sex toys. Darlene gave her
husband a tour of the playrooms and described the homemade toys that could be
made from materials in local stores. There were even a couple of chastity belts
in the dungeon for them to look at and for Darlene to try on.
"You like nipple torture, don't you?" Dwayne asked as they went through the
toys.
"I'd call it 'rough stimulation'. It was torture for some of the girls. Most of
them would have safe worded in the clovers. To me, torture's something like
burning my nipples with hot irons or cigarettes or something that causes real
injury. Even though the nipple clamps hurt like crazy, all the squeezing things
get me going."
"Just your nipples?"
"Pretty much. We tried boob stocks. There. See? They go on like this."
"If I was making something like this, I'd make the bottom bigger and carve 'em
out to make kind of a wooden support bra," Dwayne said as he checked out the
breast crushers. "I could even make one with springs and maybe a chain or rope
to a gag. As long as you kept the gag in your mouth, you wouldn't be squeezed
too hard, but if you spit it out, it'd squash you."
"Sounds interesting."
"How about gags?"
"You've got to wear one to understand."
"OK," he agreed, choosing one. He was surprised how difficult it was to get into
his mouth. And how uncomfortable a big ball gag could get after just a few
minutes. But he left it in as he checked out the stocks and pillory, gesturing
to Darlene to come over so he could check the size and measurements and
adjustments. Then he locked Darlene into one of the devices for an hour of
teasing before he made her come with his hands.
"Move like this," Darlene laughed when he finally removed the big ball gag from
his mouth, to find his jaw almost paralyzed into the open position.
"How can you stand that?" he asked, wiping off his slobber.
Darlene took the gag and washed it in the sink using disinfectant soap that was
there for just that purpose. "You picked a really big one," she told him. "There
are soft ones that are just as effective for enforcing silence but aren't as
cruel. They squish down when you bite into them. And then you can always use a
smaller one. I can make noise around them but it just comes out gibberish. If
you really want silence, a pair of panties inside and duct tape outside is
best."
"I'll remember that. What about..." They spent the whole day exploring. Dwayne
wore a small butt plug to dinner to see what it was like. Darlene was secured in
a chastity belt; a leather one with plugs for her pussy and asshole. Dwayne made
her wear it for a strenuous exercise session in the afternoon, releasing her
only after she had urinated while wearing it. "Not sanitary," he noted.
As evening approached, they soaked in the hot tub by the lake, and ended
Saturday with a dip and gentle lovemaking on the pebble beach until the
mosquitoes drove them back to the cottage and bed. They were leaving early
Sunday to relieve Dwayne's sister from babysitting duty.
