Preface
This is the final instalment in this series. It brings me almost up to date and free to let my imagination run wild by writing the fiction of my other series! I will update if I experience any more real life sub occurrences worthy of sharing, I hope I do!
Since my latest encounter with Kirsty and the builders, things went a little quiet and I didn't hear from them for two weeks. I had a daily diet of checking my phone countless times per day waiting eagerly to be summoned for more slut-dom. Whether from Kirsty, or from Lee or Carl, I didn't mind, I just longed to be back in the flat, on my knees with a cock in my mouth, or one of the guys balls-deep up my arse, anything!
For those two weeks however, I was left to fall back on watching submissive porn, reading literotica, some fevered bath-times and the frantic assistance of my fingers as I either replayed my experiences in the flat, or invented new scenarios for myself, where Kirsty would have me doing endless humiliating and dirty things in increasingly extreme scenarios.
Never during my life had I been so constantly aroused and turned on. I wanted more, I wanted the guys to take me, hard, every hole. I wanted them to use me like a piece of meat, to fuck me whenever they fancied it, just because they could. I went to bed dreaming about seeing Carl's stiff prick bobbing lusciously between his legs as he moved in towards me, ready to give me a rutting fuck, or seeing Lee grease up his hard-on as he prepared to stretch my arse.
More than this, I wanted the guys, and Kirsty, to see me beg for it, I wanted to demonstrate that in the short space of time since being 'pulled' those few weeks ago by Lee, I had gone from a staid business woman to a slutty whore who fucked rough builders to order and worshipped them for doing so. Essentially to prove and to confirm to them all that they had mastered me and I was theirs to use. Luckily for my sanity, I didn't have too much longer to wait for further confirmation of this.
It was Friday and I was out of town meeting some business partners for a corporate launch. I had spent most of the day there with my finance director and corporate sales team and, as I sat down in relief having just successfully delivered my important presentation, my mind started drifting to the weekend.
It was 2.45 in the afternoon and I was, probably along with everyone else, hoping for the Chief Executive of our hosts to wrap the meeting up quickly so we could have an early finish. As I struggled to focus on the closing presentation, I heard the vibration of my 'on silent' personal mobile. It was only in my handbag so, glancing around to ensure I was being discreet, I fished it out. The message made my pussy tingle with excitement and my face hot with embarrassment:
"Your services are required tonight cock slut, be at the flat for 6. Lee and me are gonna fuck the shit out of you, just how you like it!"
It was obviously Carl. My head swam in lust and I struggled to breathe. One of my colleagues, Lyndsey, actually asked me if I was OK. She had seen my expression and thought I'd just read some bad news on my phone. I felt like telling her, and all assembled, that it was absolutely fine and I had to leave soon to get me lots of rough builder's cock but I settled on whispering to her that I was just sorting out my social evening for tonight, which was, I guess, absolutely true.
There was still more of the meeting to get through and I was getting worried as I started to clock watch. To be there for 6, I'd had to leave before 5 at the latest but I couldn't leave the meeting early, it wouldn't be the 'done thing'. I could already feel a twinge in my legs and a little hot dampness as the now droning voice of a Director was interspersed with my mental images of taking a rough cock or two in my cunt later as I counted down the minutes and checked the time frequently, fighting back the urge to slide my hand up my skirt and into my dampening knickers.
To my relief, the meeting was finally called to a close at 4.50 and, rather than hanging around doing the usual pleasantries and networking, I made my apologies and said I had to dash. Little did they know why! I grabbed my coat and bag and practically ran down the corridor and into my car. Just as I got in, my phone bleeped again:
"Well slut, answer me now. I expect you to be here tonight....."
In my haste, I'd forgotten to reply! Turning the key in the ignition, I quickly typed out a quick reply before setting off:
"Yes Sir. I will be there, thank you."
I clicked send, and set off. As I started thinking about what was to come (no pun intended) I blushed in embarrassment at my whore-ish reply. "Sir", I'd called him "Sir!" I know I now referred to Kirsty as 'Miss' but was I now wanting to acknowledge these rough-house cocky bastards as "Sir"? The throb in my pussy and my light headed arousal told me the answer.
I drove faster than I perhaps should, at least whenever the clogged rush hour traffic allowed me to. No time to go home first - even if I went straight there, I would only get there just before 6. Just under an hour later and as I got to the door of the flat, my breath got quicker and short, my heart was pounding out my chest so much I felt my breasts straining against my blouse and bra.
I seemed to be at the door for hours. For some silly reason, I straightened my skirt and blouse and ensured my hair and make-up were presentable – as if those two fuckers cared how I looked and is if my skirt would stay on longer than the time it took one of them to practically tear it off me, I was there because they wanted a cheap fuck and I was it!
After what happened last time, I knew that just seconds after knocking on this door, I might be on my knees choking on cock, literally anything could happen to me at any time. It was almost as if the knock on the door was some sort of code to Kirsty, Lee and Carl, for, 'here I am, your slut. Take me now, use me, degrade me, whatever you want." Thinking about it, that's exactly what I wanted and what I was here for. I knew that and they did too.
I surprised myself mentally then. Just as I knew I wanted this so much both mentally and physically, I considered that I really shouldn't do this. Only an hour earlier, I had been in an executive conference. I was a respectable and successful business woman, already perhaps in too deep with three people who I'd gone much too far with already. The scenario had seduced me, it was me kicking loose for a few weeks, getting my 'bit of rough' and trying something different but surely I wasn't really a submissive slut, a cheap whore wanting to be 'owned' by a younger woman, used by two rough builders, summoned to be used by a text whenever they wanted an easy shag?
I shook my head at what I had nearly done and turned to leave. I didn't get very far though. It must have been my inner slut that knocked on that door quickly and loudly, overruling the business woman before she could say anything further about it. At that moment, I had spoken. I AM a whore, I want this, I need this. Fuck it, I hope that in thirty seconds my blouse WILL be ripped off and a cock will be ramming itself down my throat. I work hard all week every week, in my respectable bubble, but now, I want to be fucked mercilessly, I want the guys to fuck me with a smile on their faces as they see how easy I am that I will give it up for them whenever they send me a text demanding I do so, I want to be the woman who confirms all of their male prejudices that we are all gagging for it. OK, not all of us, but I am, I am your whore, your slut, I am submissive, take me, own me....
On one of the occasions that I had been here previously, the door had burst open and I was used roughly and immediately. This time though, it was different. Lee opened the door slowly, looked at me, and smiled, beckoning me in. Already I felt deeply attracted to his strong, athletic build and those piercing eyes. I felt submissive immediately. There had never been a time yet that I had been with him for any length of time without sucking his dick, without him shafting me. All I thought of when I saw him, was cock, was sex, was being pounded deliciously and I wanted it again and I knew I was about to get it.
For the moment, Lee was all politeness. He took my coat, hung it up and escorted me into the main room. Carl was already there, beer in hand, flicking channels on the TV. As he looked up to see me, he jumped up:
"Wahey, our whore is here!" he said leeringly, his eyes scanning my body all over.
"Where's Kirsty?" I asked, nervously looking around the room, noticing her seeming absence.
"Kirsty's out on a date with some guy called Cameron I think" said Lee, in mock tones as if he didn't approve. "Apparently, she'll be back here tonight quite late. We're gonna make ourselves scarce before then. She agreed we could give you a good seeing to in return for a bit of quiet time later, so we're gonna fuck you up then were off out. You're supposed to stay here and wait for her once were done."
As he said this, he guided me to the sofa. He made a point of looking directly at me as he then pressed his heavy hands roughly against my tits beneath my blouse. His eyes bore into mine and they said to me that we both knew I was their slut and he could take possession of me whenever he wanted. I confirmed it by closing my eyes slightly to his touch as I felt my breasts being mauled slowly in his hands, my nipples already hardening to his touch. He broke this brief spell quickly by removing his hands, content with my complete compliance, having made his point that I was his to do as he pleased with.
"Well whore, you're going to get it from both of us now, together. This time though you're going to get a choice. Tell us what hole. Where do you want my cock, and where do you want his?" said Lee, pointing to Carl. "....and none of the polite business lady talk either. You tell us where you want it with slut talk, arse, mouth, or cunt....?"
I looked at both guys and blushed deeply. It was one thing to be a piece of meat to be used by these two, but they now wanted me to tell them in graphic detail what I wanted. In all honesty, I didn't know or care how it happened but I guess the purpose was to emphasise to all present that I had come here to be fucked and to prove that I wanted it just as much, if not more, than they did. They wanted no pretence, they wanted me to admit what we all knew I wanted. I thought for a second and looked at both guys:
"Er well....I'd quite like it if...er you (I indicated Lee) would...er....get on top of me and...."
"No, no, no, slut talk I said! Cut the crap now and tell us what you want. You know what we mean. Do it or you're not getting anything," said Lee, in impatient tones. Perhaps to emphasise the point, he fished his cock out of his pants and sat there grinning, lewdly sporting a gorgeous erection that he waved tantalisingly in his hand. I blushed as I realised I was transfixed by it and staring in lust. The guys could see it too:
"Dirty slut!" said Carl, "Look at her practically creaming herself over the sight of a cock. Well let's double the effect." As he said this, he stood up next to me, unzipped his pants, letting them thud to the floor and unfurled his cock. It sprang out and, as he was standing over me, he wasted no time in tracing its head across my cheeks and in my hair.
