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Lynne

CHAPTER 4 THE SLUT

LYNNE: CHAPTER 4. THE SLUT.

My gentle orgasm only lasted a few seconds. I opened my eyes and saw them all
still staring at me. I was still wetting myself, but the gush had turned to a
trickle, and then I pushed the last of it out. It hit the soaked newspaper
loudly again, a few last drops fell onto the newspaper from between my legs,
and I was finished. My humiliation was almost over. But I found myself
wishing it wasn't.

I spent the next twenty minutes cleaning up the mess that I had made. I
was on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor with a brush and a bucket
of hot water with disinfectant in it. I listened to them talking about their
versions of me pissing myself as I scrubbed the floor.

Then I was told to have a shower and the two blonde women volunteered to
watch me to make sure I didn't masturbate in the shower. " The little slut
can't keep her hands off herself." Kelly had said.

I knew the Mistress understood that I had cum while wetting myself, but I
don't think anybody else even suspected that I had. I'm sure they thought
my gentle moans were simply from the embarrassment. But the little orgasm
had left me more desperate to cum properly than before.

The two woman watched me through the steam as I showered. They made
sure my hands didn't linger between my legs for too long. I dried myself as
they watched, making their little comments every so often. Then one of the
blonde women grabbed my towel and snatched it off me. I stood there with
my hands by my side as they discussed my body. They liked my big tits, with
my long stiff nipples, and my arse was OK too. But my pussy needed some
attention they decided.

They made me lay on the floor and soaped up my pussy with shaving cream,
and then with a razor each they began shaving my pussy.

" Don't you cum you little slut." They kept saying as the razors slid over my
pussy. I moaned loudly as they shaved my pussy lips. And again when they
did the area around my clit. I bucked my hips a couple of times and grunted
like an animal, but I didn't cum.

When they were finished, my pussy was bald, just like Kellys. It made my clit
seem even bigger as it poked out from between my pussy lips.

They took me to the bedroom I had been in earlier. A fresh Maids uniform,
bra, stockings, everything lay waiting on the bed. When I was putting on my
makeup they kept telling me to put on more.

" Sluts wear lots of makeup."  " Sluts wear lots of lipstick" And on it went.

They wanted me to look like the cheap slut I was, and so did I.

They led me back into the sitting room, and told me to stand on the coffee
table.

" Look everybody, we've helped the little slut make a few improvements."

They told me to pull up my dress so everybody could see. They had told me not
to put any panties on. " Sluts don't wear panties" They kept saying. Not a
cheap slut like me anyway.

They all had a turn inspecting my bald pussy, running their fingers over it.
All except Jacqueline.

" I'm not touching that sluts dirty little cunt ! " She said.

The Mistress was very pleased,she even stroked my clitoris very gently, once.

My husband looked at my bald pussy, and turned away unimpressed with
what he'd seen. " I much prefer your sweet little pussy Kelly." He said,as he
kissed her on the cheek and ran his hand up her dress.

I stood there on the table, holding up my dress so they could all see my cunt.
My freshly shaved cunt. The room went suddenly silent. Then I heard my
Mistresses voice. " Look at you Lynne. Standing up there showing off your wet
little cunt. What sort of woman are you Lynne ?"

I turned my body to face her, lifted my dress higher and opened my legs
wider. " I'm a slut Mistress." I said proudly. " I'm your slut."

" Yes you are." She said, as she gestured for me to turn around slowly so
everybody could have another look at me, at the slut.

When they were finished inspecting me and discussing my cunt, I got down off
the coffee table and served them some more drinks. Someone dimmed the
lights, and the sensual voice of Kate Ceberano spilled into the room from
speakers in the ceiling somewhere.

The four couples started kissing and touching each other. Soon the sounds
of sex filled the room. Kelly and Jacqueline had ripped each others clothes
off and were in a 69. Licking feverishly at each other.

" Where's the little slut ? " Jacqueline called out.

" I' m here Miss" I said without thinking, as I stood beside them. She was on
top. Her beautiful bare arse sticking up in the air as she fucked Kellys face.
She turned her head to look at me, her face filled with passion.

" Get behind me little slut. Lick the cheeks of my arse, and when I start to
cum stick your dirty little tongue up my arsehole." She panted.

" Yes Miss." I said eagerly. And positioned myself behind her. At last she had
paid me some attention, at last she had a use for me. It may only have been
to stick my tongue up here arse, but at least there was something I could do
to give her pleasure.

I licked the soft flesh of her arse. Her and Kelly were fucking each others
faces, and licking each others cunts  faster now. They wanted to cum together.

" I'm ready" Kelly screamed out. " I'm ready to cum"

" Wait Kelly." Jacqueline cried out frantically. Her head spun around and our
eyes met over the top of her lovely arse." Lick the outside of my arsehole
slut" She yelled at me through clenched teeth. She groaned loudly as my
tongue danced over her arsehole. Kelly was still screaming out that she was
ready to cum.

" Are you ready Jackie ....are you ready to cum with me? " Kelly panted
desperately.

" Lick my arsehole you dirty little slut." Jacqueline yelled at me.

Suddenly I felt her body go tense, she was going to cum. " Now Kelly." She
screamed and I slid my tongue as far up her arse as I could. They called out
each others names, and Jacqueline called out for the slut to lick her arsehole
as they came.

As the intensity faded from their bodies, Jacqueline reached behind her and
pushed me off the couch, and I fell onto the floor. I watched Jacqueline and
Kelly embrace, and kiss each other tenderly, enjoying the afterglow.

" Get over here little slut !" The taller of the two blonde women said as she
grabbed my hair pulling me up towards her. She was on her hands and knees
on the couch getting fucked from behind.
" Todd likes to fuck women up the arse." She said as he slid his big cock out
of her. " And only sluts take it up the arse."

I didn't need her to say any more. I was a slut, she knew it, and so did I.
I bent over the arm of the couch, and lifted my dress up over my back. She
lay on the couch, her legs hanging over the arm that I was leaning on as Todd
stood behind me and pushed his cock against my arsehole. She slid her body
forward, and started fingering herself.

" Shove it up the sluts arse." She yelled at him." Fuck the slut up the arse."

His cock was still wet with her juices and his cock slid up my arse in one
long painful thrust. He started sliding it in and out of me. My arsehole
grabbing at his cock as he fucked me. She grabbed my head and pushed it down
on her wet cunt. " Lick it slut, lick my cunt." She cried out.

I stuck my tongue inside her and licked her clit hard as her boyfriend fucked
me up the arse. He screamed out that he was cumming and I felt his cock
explode inside me. I sucked on her clit and she grabbed my head as she came
on my tongue.

She was still humping herself against my face when I felt his cock slide out
of my arse. He pushed me aside and went down on his girlfriend, and she came
again.

The atmosphere was intoxicating, god I needed to cum. But nobody was
interested in what the slut needed. A hand grabbed my arm and pulled me to
the floor.The other blonde woman was crouched in front of her boyfriend
sucking on his cock.

" Brad likes to watch women swallow his cum." She said as she jerked on his
cock." But only sluts swallow cum"  I got on my knees and put my face next to
hers and opened my mouth ready. She sucked on his cock again, licked his
balls then sucked his it again.

" I'm gunna cum." He said in a low growling voice. She took his cock out of
her mouth and shoved it in mine and I felt his hot cum fill my mouth. I
swallowed it all. When he'd finished, I cleaned his cock with my tongue. His
blonde girlfriend was masturbating when he came in my mouth but she still
hadn't cum yet.

" Oh fuck" She cried out in frustration as she rubbed herself with her fingers
trying to make herself cum.  " Come here you little bitch! " She said as she
lay on the floor with her legs spread wide open, and slid two fingers inside
herself. I lowered my head to go down on her, but she pushed me away.

" What do you think you're doing little slut ? " She asked as she fucked
herself with her fingers. She reached up with her other hand and grabbed me
by the hair. " You're just a slut aren't you !" She said as she pulled me
down onto the floor with her. Our faces only inches apart.

" You're just a slut aren't you !" She said again, moaning as she said it.

" Yes Miss." I said softly. " I'm just a cheap little slut." She moaned
louder. " Sluts like me aren't good enough to eat your pussy. But I could
lick your arsehole. Sluts like me love to stick their tongues up ladies
arseholes." Her moans grew louder as I talked to her." Can I please lick your
arsehole Miss."

" Yes little Slut " She gasped. " That's all you're good for, drinking cum and
licking arseholes." She quickly rolled over and got to her knees and stuck
her arse in my face. Her fingers stayed inside her the whole time.

" There you go little slut. That's what you wanted isn't it. My arse in ...."
She couldn't finish what she wanted to say, so I finished it for her.

"Oh yes Miss. Thank you. That's what I wanted. Your pretty little arse in my
face"

She was panting hard now, and I reached out and pulled the cheeks of her
arse apart, and pushed my tongue against her pink arsehole. She screamed
out and came with my tongue licking the outside of her arsehole. She buried
her face in the rug, and grunted loudly as she came.
She reached back and pushed my head away before her orgasm was
complete. And I watched her writhing on the floor. Suddenly I realised the
Mistress was calling me. I looked over,  she was fucking my husband. They
were lying on the other couch, my husband on top, drilling her with his cock.

I crawled over, I was too dizzy to stand up, and knelt on the floor beside
them, my face only a foot from my husbands cock as it pumped in and out of
her.

She was rubbing her clit as he fucked her and she rubbed herself faster as
she started to cum. My husband kept fucking her until she had enjoyed
every second of the pleasure her orgasm gave her. When he knew she was
finished, he pulled his cock out and his cum squirted all over her stomach.

They laid together for a minute, sharing the occasional kiss, then my husband
got up off her. There was a puddle of his cum on her stomach, and she looked
down at me and said. " Clean that up Lynne."

" Yes Mistress." I said as I lent over and licked my husbands cum off her. A
few drops had landed on her breasts, and she wiped them off with her fingers,
and I cleaned her fingers with my tongue.

She pushed me away, and said " Go into the kitchen and see if the coffee is
ready." I dragged myself to my feet. My legs felt hollow, my knees and hands
were shaking. But somehow, I managed to do as I was told.

As I staggered towards the kitchen, I saw the red headed waitress, Desley,
standing quietly in a dark corner of the sitting room. She looked straight
through me. How long had she been standing there I wondered ?

As soon as I was in the kitchen I grabbed the bottle of scotch and took three
big gulps from the bottle. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, trying to get
control of myself.

My body still craved the sexual release I had been denied all night, my pussy
was still soaked with my juices, and my clitoris still ached to be touched,
but I was getting used to the denial of pleasure I had endured all night. I
had to cum soon, I would cum soon whether they let me or not. But for now, I
had regained a semblance of composure. As I did, I noticed  the aroma of
freshly brewed coffee. There was a  pot of rich black coffee sitting on the
bench.

Desley walked past me ignoring me, and opened the door to the laundry and
turned on the light. She just stood there holding the door open, looking as if
she were impatiently waiting for something. I wasn't sure, but I moved slowly
toward the door, she wouldn't look at me, but she obviously wanted me to go
into the laundry, so I did.

She followed me into the laundry, closed the door, and locked it. Then she
opened the louvered door of a pine cupboard and pulled something out and
handed it to me. It was a whip. It had a short black leather handle and lots
of thick strips of leather hanging off one end. It had THE CAT written up one
side of it.

I looked at her in disbelief and fear. I didn't really enjoy Kelly spanking
me and I didn't think I would enjoy being whipped with this thing. But if
that's what she wanted to do to me,then I would gladly let her. If I pleased
her, she might fuck me with the handle.

She had her back to me, and reached behind to the zipper at the back of her
skirt. She pulled the zipper down, and her skirt fell to the floor. She only
had nylon panty hose on, no panties. She turned to face me as she undid the
buttons of her blouse. She slid it off her shoulders and it fell at her feet.

She didn't have a bra on, and I admired her large firm breasts, but mostly my
gaze was drawn to the shiny silver nipple rings in each of her swollen pink
nipples.   " Rip my panty hose off me." They were the first words she'd said
to me. She caught me by surprise and I just stared at her.

" Rip my panty hose off me." She said again, her voice trembled as she spoke.

She moaned softly as I ripped a hole in the nylon that covered her crotch. The
sound the nylon made as I ripped it from her body was delicious. She turned
around as my hands grabbed and tore at her panty hose.

I stood back and looked at her standing there , naked , pieces of what was
her panty hose strewn across the floor around her. She turned around slowly
again, and I saw the bright silver ring that hung from her clitoris.

" I have to be punished." She said in a soft, sensuous voice. As she reached
up and slid the scrunchy down her long red hair. Her hair fell over her
shoulders, covering her breasts. She ran her fingers through her hair as she
turned around again, her back to me now, and spread her legs. She lent
forward and grabbed the sides of the washing machine in front of her to
support herself.

" I have to be punished." She said again. " I was watching you. I was
standing in the dark playing with myself like a dirty old man watching you.
I have to be punished."

I flicked the whip at her, and the leather fingers ran down her bare arse.

" Harder " she moaned, as she reached between her legs and started playing
with herself.

I drew the whip back and flicked it at her harder. It slapped against the
white cheeks of her arse. " Harder." She half demanded half begged. The
harder I hit her, the louder she groaned.

" Oh God Yes !" She kept screaming as I whipped her arse and her legs and her
back, leaving little red marks where the rough leather fingers of the  whip
had bitten into her body.

" ....playing with myself like a dirty old man." She panted. " ...jerking off
like a dirty little pervert...Punish me...I deserve it.....It's all perverts
like me are good for...."

I'd worked myself into a frenzy as I whipped her harder and harder, her back
and arse were covered in red strips. " Turn around you little pervert !" I
yelled.

Her face was a mosaic of expressions. Lust, pain, passion. But overriding
them all was a look of total complete ecstasy. She pulled the lips of her
pussy apart wide, exposing herself to me. It was the most erotic, most
arousing thing I'd ever seen. My pussy was even wetter than hers, and I
longed to bury my head between her legs and taste her. But that wasn't what
she wanted.

" Whip my dirty little cunt." She said breathlessly, her mind lost in the
pleasure that consumed her.

I whipped the soft flesh between her legs hard, and she screamed out each
time. I flogged her, and she loved it. Her breasts and stomach were a maze
of red lines where the leather fingers had ripped against her skin.

She came as the whip clawed at her between her legs, and collapsed onto
the floor, her fingers buried inside herself. I stood over her and whipped her
savagely as she writhed on the floor, lost in the euphoria of the pleasure and
pain that devoured her body.

I was in a frenzy as I stood over her, flogging her as she came. Something in
me suddenly realised that she was now only flinching in pain as the whip
lashed at her body. The orgasm that had grabbed her so viciously had let go
of her. The only sensation she felt now was pain. The pain I was inflicting on
her as I stood over her, still flogging her red, sore , exhausted body. I
stopped.

I stood over her, looking down at her, looking at what I had done to her. I
was breathing hard from the exertion of hurting her. I wanted to get down
on the floor with her and touch her, hold her, make love to her.

" Get out ! " She said contemptuously. Not lifting her head to look at me.

My whole body was trembling. and my head was spinning. I dropped the whip on
the floor, stepped over her, and left. I didn't look back at her, if I did, I
wouldn't have been able to leave.

I staggered to a corner in the kitchen, leaned against the wall, and felt
myself slide to the floor. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I closed my
eyes and sobbed quietly.

So many thoughts were rushing through my mind. This game, if that's what this
was....this game had no rules. I knew nothing about how to play this game.
What was I doing here ? What had I become ? And why did all this arouse me in
such an incredible way.Why was my body still longing for more of this game?

I felt totally lost and confused. More so because as I sat there, curled up
in the corner crying, my juices still ran down my thighs from between my
legs. My nipples still throbbed almost painfully, my whole body still ached
for the . orgasm that it had been denied all night. The  emotion that still
controlled me was Lust.

I heard the sound of high heels on the kitchen floor. I looked up, tears still
rolling down my cheeks. Kelly was crouched beside me. She reached out and
gently wiped the tears from my face with her hand.

" Are you ok. Lynne ?" She asked, with a tenderness in her voice that I'd
never heard before.

" I hurt her." I sobbed quietly. Kelly smiled at me, and ran her fingers
softly over my face. She was so gentle, her smile so warm.

" No you didn't Lynne."  She whispered. " You gave her exactly what she
wanted......You didn't give her pain, you gave her pleasure. It's just that
you haven't experienced the desires and pleasures that Desley has, so you
don't understand them." She kissed me on the cheek and then on the lips. A
kiss filled with more love and affection than I had ever known. We were
staring into each others eyes, gently stroking	each others faces, as Desley
walked into the kitchen from the laundry. I looked up at her.

It was as if nothing had happened. She was dressed as before, the modest
black skirt, the cotton blouse, the black pantyhose, her long red hair held
in a pony tale with a black scrunchy. And she looked down at me with that
same look of contempt and disgust on her face that she had looked at me with
earlier.

Only this time, and just for a fleeting moment, her face lit up into the most
beautiful smile, I felt myself smiling back at her. But just as quickly and
unexpectedly as her smile appeared, it was gone. And that other look was
on her face. She banged a tray with coffee cups and a serving pot on it
loudly on the bench beside me, glared at me contemptuously  and walked
away.

Kellys pretty face was smiling at me too. God she was lovely. I moved my face
to hers and we kissed passionately. She ran her fingers through my hair and
said " There are so many pleasures you've missed out on Lynne. So many new
heights of bliss , so many different experiences of pure ecstasy that you have
never even dreamed of. But they're  there if you want them. You're an
amazing and beautiful woman Lynne, and there are so many  amazing and
beautiful pleasures waiting for you if you want them."

I leant over and kissed her again. I took her hand gently in mine and guided
it under my dress to my wet crotch. I liked her neck, and nibbled on her ear,
as her fingers gently caressed me between the legs.

" Oh God Kelly, Yes." I moaned loudly. " Keep touching me like that please.."

She kissed me on the lips, then pulled her hand away from my crotch, and
pushed me to the floor.

" You've got to serve the coffee you selfish little slut !" Her face was hard
and cold again.

" Yes Miss " I panted in frustration and exhilaration. This world I'd stumbled
into was so  cruel, so unpredictable. But God I loved it.

They were all dressed and seated on the couches when I served them their
coffee. It was as if the little orgy had never happened. They were making
fun of me as I served them. Talking about me meeting Desley in the laundry.
Laughing about how I actually thought that Kelly would make love to a slut
like me.

As I served her, Jacqueline said " The state the horny little slut is in at
the moment, she'd fuck her Mistresses dog if she was told she could."

The man with the taller of the two blonde women had almost made me cum
when I'd served him his coffee. He had slid his hand up my dress as I served
him, and his thumb had brushed against my clit a couple of times, but he
sensed what was happening to me and pulled his hand away.

I was standing quietly beside the fireplace,  enduring the agony of denial
that they continued to torture me with. I was standing  in the same spot where
I had wet myself in what seemed like days ago. Kelly walked over nodding
towards the mantle piece. She had a cigarette in her hand. She stood close
to me and held the unlit cigarette between her lips with her fingers.

I quickly grabbed the box of matches off the mantle piece to light her
cigarette for her. It was only when the red phosphorus tip burst into flame
that I realised what I'd done. I nervously lit her cigarette.

" Don't blow out the match." She said after I'd lit her cigarette. She made me
hold the burning match out in front of me as the flame moved down towards
my fingers. There was nothing I could do but wait for the pain. It started as
a warm sensation and quickly became a burning agony. I didn't take it as
well as she had. I grunted and squealed like an animal as the flame wrapped
around my fingers, and slowly fizzled out. But I somehow managed to keep
my hand where she had told me to hold it.

My fingers still burned with pain after the flame had gone.

" I didn't know you smoked Kelly. " I heard Jacqueline say sarcastically.

" I don't. " Kelly said, ungracious in here victory over me, as she flicked
the cigarette into the fireplace and started to walk away.

" Excuse me Miss." I said through the pain that still shot up my arm. " What
would you like me to do with this Miss ? " I said, showing her what was left
of the match that I still clutched in my stinging fingers.

" I don't care Lynne. You're the horny little slut who wants to cum so badly.
Why don't you fuck yourself with it ! "  The others laughed loudly as I threw
the dead match into the fireplace.

" So, are you going to let the little slut cum tonight ? " I heard Jacqueline
ask the Mistress. It felt as if my heart had stopped beating while I waited
to hear the Mistresses reply.

" I don't know." The Mistress said as if in deep thought. " What do you think
Kelly ? "

Oh God why did she have to ask her. " No way." Kelly said quickly. " I think
you should tie her up so she can't play with herself, and make her sleep on
the foot of your bed while you make love to her husband all night."

" Or why don't you just give her to Desley for the night." One of the blonde
women said.

" You could let her fuck your dog. I'm sure it wouldn't be the first dog  the
little slut has fucked."  Jacqueline suggested.

The thought of the Mistress telling me to fuck her big German Shepherd
disgusted me. It disgusted me because it aroused me. I was terrified that
she would decide to tell me to fuck her German Shepherd. Terrified because
I knew I would do it if she told me too.

For the next few minutes they talked among themselves as to whether I
should be allowed to cum or not, and how I should be allowed to cum.

As the minutes dragged on I didn't care what they decided, as long as they
hurried up. My need to cum was beyond desperate, beyond anything I can
describe. It was all that mattered.

I was almost delirious. Their voices had become just a noise in the
background, the people themselves were just indistinct shapes in the
distance. Then I heard the mistress calling me. Her voice pulled my mind back
from wherever it was I had been.

" Yes Mistress." I said, walking over to her  quickly, the anticipation of
finally being allowed to cum had cleared my head.

" One of the men would like to fuck you on the coffee table." I nearly came at
the thought of it. " Now clear the things off the table."

They all laughed at how quickly I was able to clear the coffee table. I hadn't
really taken much notice, but it was a very large coffee table. At least the
size of a single bed, about two feet off the floor, and very solid. Solid
enough to get fucked long and hard on.

" The table is ready Mistress." I said quickly, eagerly.

" Not as ready as you are Lynne." Kelly added, and they all laughed at me
again. I didn't care that they laughed me. All I cared about was getting
fucked on that coffee table.

I stood waiting for the Mistress to say something. But she was engrossed in a
conversation with my husband.

" Excuse me mistress. The table's ready Mistress" She turned and glared at
me.

" I heard you the first time you impatient little slut !" She shouted at me.

" I'm sorry Mistress..."    " You will be if you do that again." She
interrupted. " Now go and have a shower and try and make yourself presentable.
There are clean clothes for you on the bed." She turned away and resumed  her
conversation with my husband.

My knees nearly buckled from underneath me. I thought one of the men would
just push me down and fuck me, but no, the torture of waiting wasn't over
yet.

The two blonde women came with me to make sure I didn't play with myself
in the shower. They whispered and giggled as they watched me get dressed
and put on my makeup. A wet stain spread over the crotch of the white silk
panties as soon as I put them on. All the clothes that were left for me on the
bed were  bright white. White stockings and garter. A  white lacy bra, and a
short white backless dress with a plunging neckline that showed off the top
of my breasts.

I didn't recognise the woman in the mirror at first. And although I knew I
wasn't anywhere near as attractive as any of the three blonde women, I
thought I looked pretty good in the bright virgin-white dress. I certainly
looked fuckable.

I dabbed some more perfume on my neck and behind my ears, and turned to
the two blonde women who were watching me. " Not bad for a cheap slut."
One of them said. " Thank you Miss." I replied, a similar thought had crossed
my mind. She passed me a white handbag, all it had inside was a packet of
condoms and a tube of K.Y.

" Come on little whore." The other blonde woman said." You better not keep
him waiting, he might change his mind." I winced at the thought.

There was almost an air of ceremony about what was happening as the two
stunning blonde woman led me down the hall. I'd been trying to figure out
which one of them wanted to fuck me. At first I thought it would be my
husband, but he wanted to fuck the mistress again. I could see that in his
eyes. So it was either Todd or Brad or both. Then the thought crossed my
mind that it could be the two young boys, Nathan and Trent. Then it occurred
to me that the Mistress was more likely to go and get some dirty smelly
drunken bum off the street for me to fuck.

But I didn't care who it was. Twenty minutes ago I was ready to fuck  her
German Shepherd. As long as he had a cock I didn't care. But it was probably
Todd or Brad I said to myself one last time as we walked into the sitting
room and I saw the man I was going to fuck. He was lying on his back on the
coffee table. The biggest cock I had ever seen in my life sticking up in the
air, and huge hairy balls hanging down between his legs.

" This is Tom." The Mistress said with a wry smile  as Kelly finished filling
him full of air with a bicycle pump. The others were sitting on the leather
couches either side of the coffee table, and they all laughed loudly at  me.
But they were my audience and their laughter just aroused me more.

They saw Tom as a cheap blow up male sex doll. But Tom was real enough
for me. I'd make him real enough for me. " Hi Tom " I said softly as I moved
closer. I put my handbag down beside the coffee table and ran my hand up
Toms leg, towards his big plastic cock. My audience was quiet now.

I stroked his cock gently with my hand and then wrapped my fingers around
it and began jerking him off. His cock was a hard plastic, like my vibrator,
but much bigger. At least 10 inches long and too thick for my fingers to
meet when they wrapped around it.

Tom had a permanent smile, and his mouth was open, waiting for me to sit on
his face. He had black frizzy hair on his head, his chest and on his big
balls.

I walked around the coffee table and took his hand in mine. I helped him
slide his hand up my leg, up my thighs and then up my dress, and finally
to my wet crotch.

" Oh yes Tom"I moaned softly as he rubbed my wet pussy through my panties.

I took his hand away from between my legs and climbed up on the coffee
table with him. I was vaguely aware of my audience whispering comments to
each other as I squatted over him. I had one knee either side of his body,
his huge cock behind me rubbing up against my arse.

I lowered my face to his and kissed him. Then as I nibbled on his ears and
licked his neck I reached behind me and slowly slid the zipper of my dress
down. I sat back up and slid my dress off over my shoulders and threw it on
the floor. I massage my tits and pinched my nipples through the lace of my
bra. Then I undid the clip and threw my bra on the floor.

I helped Tom reach up with his hands and play with my tits, I helped him
squeeze my nipples hard between his fingers. Pulling on them till it hurt, and
then pulling even harder.

I got off the table and took my wet panties off and hurled them away. Then
I stood with my legs either side of Toms head and lowered myself onto his
face, climbing back up onto the coffee table with him as I did. I sucked on
Toms big cock while I rubbed my wet cunt on his face. His nose and mouth
rubbed hard against my clit as I fucked his face.

Tom was a silent lover, but I was making enough noise for both of us. I
reached down and squeezed his big hairy balls and gasped when I saw his
cum squirt out of the eye of his cock. I licked drops of it off his cock. Toms
cum was cold but sweet and salty.

" Oh Tom " I moaned. " You're going to make me Cum ! " I fucked his face
like a wild thing. The orgasm I'd waited so long for was about to carry me
away.

" Oh God Yes Tom....I'm going to Cum on your face....You're going to make me
Cum......Make me Cum Tom !" I squeezed his balls and his cold cum squirted
on my face, and then it hit me. An orgasm so intense it almost hurt. if there
was such a thing as ecstasy, this was it. And it seemed to go on forever.

Slowly the pleasure that grabbed hold of me gradually let go. Toms face was
covered with my juices as I kept sliding my cunt over his face, enjoying every
last second of my orgasm as it ebbed away.

Tom and I lay there in silence for a few minutes, recovering from what my
body had just been through. Then I sat up and swivelled around and
straddled his big hard plastic cock. I rubbed it against my cunt lips, and
then against my clit, and then I shoved it inside myself and thrust myself
down on it. His cock slid straight up me. All of it, I started to move up and
down on it, then I lent forward so our faces met. I licked my juices off his
face as I fucked him, and I came again.

When the last spasm of my second orgasm finished I sat up, and lifted myself
off his cock. It was slippery with my cunt juice. I positioned myself  where I
needed to be and rubbed the end of Toms cock against my arsehole.

" Oh Fuck Tom Yes." I screamed out. " Fuck your little slut up the arse."

With those words, his cock started to slide up my arsehole. I felt it
stretching me open. Wider than my arsehole was ever meant to be, but the pain
was delicious. But his cock was just too big to take it all up my arse, I
wasted about three inches of it, as I started riding his cock, rubbing my
clit as I did.

" Fuck me up the arse Tom."I panted." Fuck your little slut up the arse. "

My fingers were rubbing my clit hard. " I'm a dirty slut..I'm your dirty slut
Tom"

And I came with his cock up my arse. This orgasm was almost as brutal as
the first. This one did hurt. His big cock up my arse hurt, and I loved it.
I was still cumming when I reached down and grabbed his cock, it ended in
one last burst of pleasure and pain as I pulled his cock out of my arse in one
quick agonising motion.

I rolled off Tom, off the coffee table and landed heavily on the floor. I
crawled over to my beautiful Mistress and curled up at her feet. "Thank you
Mistress" I said as I felt her hand stroking my hair. I kissed her feet and up
her ankles.

My hand was between my legs again. I rubbed myself hard as I kissed and
licked her feet. " Thank you Mistress" I kept saying as a gentle orgasm swept
through my body. I was still cumming when I passed out.

I was still lying on the floor naked, curled up at her feet when I came too. I
kissed her feet and thanked her again. " It's time to go home Lynne."

I didn't want to go home. I wanted to stay on the floor at her feet all night.
But  she was my Mistress, and I wanted to obey her.

Kelly helped me get dressed in the clothes I had arrived in. When I got out
to the sitting room again, my husband was there alone. I sat next to him and
we cuddled for a few minutes, and then left for home.

I was physically and emotionally exhausted, I don't remember anything much
after that until I woke up in our bed  this morning. It was late. My husband
had left to play golf with some friends, only the diary was beside me on the
bed. After last night, there's no doubt anymore. My husband married a slut.

Lynne put the diary on her bedside table and lay back staring at the ceiling.
She was sore all over,but contented and fulfilled in a way she had never
known.

She wondered what disgusting plans her new Mistress and her husband had in
store for her next. What would they do to her next ?  What filthy disgusting
thing would they make their little slut do next? She drifted off to sleep,with
those thoughts playing in her mind.

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