Authors note: Dear reader, my stories are broadly based on my experiences over the last six months or so, and while events are related a bit selectively and are somewhat embellished, the story arc is pretty fixed which is why some chapters will be quite long and others relatively short.
I suspect that this will run to around a dozen chapters with several now drafted with others being published as time permits.
I do hope you enjoy reading about me.
Mel,
Hi, my name is Melanie and I live in regional NSW in Australia. I'm 34, small at just 156cm and 52kg, I naturally have light brown hair but I usually go more blonde via the hairdresser and I tend to grow it down to the bottom of my shoulder blades. I've got a good figure, in large part due to a 32DD boob-job that I had done a few years ago, and partly because of the gym work I do to keep tummy flat and my bum and thighs round and tight. I'm fit, flexible, pretty (and I know it) and I dress and do my makeup to attract men's looks. I'm also married but fortunately my husband of the past 6 years isn't the jealous type and is proud of my looks and the way that other men stare at me. In his words, I'm the sex doll that other men wish they had.
My husband is Dan and he's a wonderful, loving man. He's kind, considerate, generous, smart and handsome and he treats me like a princess. Sexually he's enthusiastic but also very tender and gentle, and that's partly how I ended up where I am today, because tender and gentle doesn't really do it for me. When I was younger, I had a tendency to go for the more pushy and demanding boys - not exactly bad-boy types, but towards that end of the spectrum, and I was far from shy and retiring so I had something of a reputation for a while. However, after one uncivilised, unimaginative, unthinking neanderthal too many, I met Daniel and he sort of swept me off my feet with intelligence and sophistication. Being a very well-off professional with great dress-sense, and those tall good looks coupled with a big fat donkey cock only made it better.
We have no kids and I work two days a week for the local council but it's usually a pretty boring two days given that our town has fewer than 5,000 people and nothing much happens here. Fortunately we're under an hour away from two cities of around 50,000 each, so it's not too bad.
Anway, while I wouldn't say that our relationship had become stale, the sex wasn't particularly exciting and I was craving something more. To that end I would hint to Dan that I used to really get off on the quite rough and somewhat abusive sex I sometimes used to get, and it was abundantly clear that Dan found that sort of talk a real turn-on. However, while he'd lap up my reminiscences he wouldn't follow up by fucking me in the ways I described. In some ways it was worse because he'd get so horny that he'd cum far quicker than usual.
I don't recall quite how it started, but I began to tease him about it a bit, asking him if he liked it that I'd been one of the most infamous town sluts, taking all those cocks, all that cum, and while he was initially embarrassed, his cock would get hard as iron as I stroked him in bed and whispered in his ear and he'd admit 'Fuck yeah baby!' that it turned him on. He'd shudder and twitch and his cock would leak as I teased him - having to be more and more gentle to stop him from cumming till I'd have just the tips of my index finger and thumb and my big nails barely touching the base of his glans. I quickly got good at it, I mean really good, till I could keep him on the brink for ages till he'd beg for release. Eventually though, I'd say something that would tip him over, like telling him about getting drunk and fucking three guys in one night (separately) in the pub carpark, or giving two older boys a BJ when I was still at school and them both cumming all over my face. In short order I ran out of these little vignettes so instead I'd whisper about the filthy things they could have done and, inevitably, he asked me if I'd have let them, if I'd wanted it, and if I'd have enjoyed it.
The answer was of course yes, I'd have LOVED IT if they'd been more forceful, pushy and abusive, if they'd called me a slut, a cunt and a whore, if they'd face fucked me harder, made me do anal more often, if they'd sprayed me with big loads of cum and then smeared it all over my slut face!
This had two effects, Dan's big donkey cock would explode massive loads of cum, and I'd be dripping wet and desperately horny, so I had no hesitation in telling Dan that he had to get me off, and quickly. Having just cum that meant him going down on me, which he's very skilled at, and while he was eating my cunt for all he was worth I'd keep teasing him about all the cocks my hole had taken. There were a couple of indirect effects too. We were both much hornier in general, fucking a bit more often but also getting each other off by me wanking him and him eating my cunt several times a week. Another was that I'd come to really enjoy the power I had to make Dan hard and desperate and to be able to make him cum only when I wanted him to. A few times I tried not letting him cum from wanking, no matter how much he begged, and I'd insist that he stick that massive cock in my cunt, but he'd cum in seconds, so hand-jobs and cunnilingus became the new norm.
This all happened quite quickly, over a matter of five or six weeks at most, and to keep it new and edgy I'd increasingly go on about those things that I'd wished had happened and, in subtle ways, I'd lament that I'd had to give up being a slut when I'd met Dan. And there, just as I'd secretly hoped, he took the bait and outright asked me - did I regret not being a slut anymore, and did I wish that I could still fuck all and sundry? My answer was of course a resounding yes, that I loved the way men looked at my body with their hungry eyes, I loved knowing that they'd fuck my brains out if given half a chance, and that they'd all love to spray my slut face with their sperm. He'd cum, he'd make me cum and we'd say no more about till next time.
Then one day I found that my phone was flat when I needed to look something up, so I picked up Dan's phone, Dan being out mowing the lawns, and I found several open incognito pages. One was a site showing gifs of women subjecting men to what it called 'ruined orgasms', which was not too dissimilar (though more deliberate) to the sort of handjobs I was giving Dan most nights. Then there was a Google images page showing the search results for Femdom gifs. Wow. There were also several pages of porn, all with women being rough fucked and covered in cum. One had a guy tied up and wearing nothing but a locked chastity cage (a device that I wasn't really aware of at the time) while his supposed wife was getting her brains fucked out, and one page was a Literotica story from the Loving Wives section. I made a quick note of the story title and author's name and put Dan's phone back, then turned on my still-charging phone and looked up the story. It was, to say the least, pretty wild. The protagonist was a married woman (whose husband was a submissive) and who went out at night fucking anyone and everyone, and then went home to rub his nose in it. Literally. A lot of it was completely implausible but, so what, I loved, love, loved it!
However, along with the porn clips and gifs I was having a hard time digesting it all. I'd never have described Dan as a dominant type, but not as a submissive type either.
After a few minutes of mental turmoil I determined to take things up a notch in bed that night and confront Dan about his porn, but I was so fucking horny I simply couldn't sit, stand, think or do anything to wait that long, so I cooked up a half-baked plan then and there. I could hear Dan still mowing away outside so I quickly had another look at the porn clips on his phone then found a similar porn clip on my own phone - one with a girl taking big cocks in her mouth, cunt and arse at the same time, with a bloke who's ostensibly her partner sat in the corner watching. In the finale they push her onto her knees and all cum on her face while she grins at her 'partner' and sucks their cocks clean.
I heard the mower stop and looking out of the window I could see that Dan was putting it away in the shed and would be in pretty soon, so I grabbed my earphones, rushed through to the formal dining room (which we almost never use) pulled my skirt up and my knickers off, sat in a chair with my back to the door and connected the phone and earphones via Bluetooth. However, I paused the clip a minute or so before the end then sat with one earphone off my ear and waited. Within a minute or so I heard Dan come in through the back door and start taking his boots off. My thinking was that he'd go through to the kitchen, passing the half open dining room door as he did, so as soon as I heard his footsteps I pulled on the earphone, jammed three fingers in my cunt, hit play with my thumb and started moaning.
Sure enough, I saw a movement reflected in the polished brass of the fire surround, so I knew Dan had pushed the door open and was probably standing just behind me, looking over my shoulder. I made sure to keep the phone up so that he'd get a clear view of what I was watching, kept ramming my fingers into my dribbling cunt and muttered thing like 'Oh, you slut, take that cock, you love it, fuck that arse harder.' I was expecting a tap on the shoulder, or for Dan to walk around into my line of sight, but the clip rolled on till the three guys unloaded on the girls Cheshire cat grinning face, at which point I very clearly and distinctly said 'You lucky fucking slut!' I then pulled my fingers out of my cunt, stuck them in my mouth and quickly glanced over my shoulder, and jumped out of my skin (very good acting on my part I thought) at the sight of Dan standing there, slack jawed.
I just sat there, fingers in mouth, and looked at him, waiting to see what he'd do. After a few seconds he just grinned and asked if I was having fun.
I pushed my fingers back into my cunt and said, 'Sort of, but I really need to get off babe. Wiw 'ou hewp me?' I pouted. His grin widened as he walked round into the room, unzipping his fly as he came, but grabbed his hand with my cunt wet fingers and said, 'No babe, please, get on your knees and eat my cunt.' Despite the 'please' it was more a demand than a request. 'I want to watch this clip again.' I think he was mildly shocked by this but he eagerly got down and pushed his tongue into me.
'Fuck, you're wet,' he paused to say.
'Well no fucking wonder, with all these sluts getting all this cock and all this cum, ' I said, rather harshly, and grabbed a fistful of hair so that I could really grind his face into my cunt.
'Look at this lucky bitch,' I said, and turned the phone so that he could see that I'd found a clip of a girl getting gang fucked with one in the throat and one in the arse and maybe 8 or 10 other guys in the room. She really didn't look like she was enjoying it to be honest and I sympathised. The cocks were whoppers and, having had Dan's monster up my arse a good few times, I knew it must be fucking painful. At the other end her eyes were just about out of her skull with the way the other guy was raping her throat, forcing it all the way to the balls. It made me dizzily horny though and I came really hard in Dan's mouth.
Leaning back Dan looked at me in with puppy eyes.
