Mel The Once And Future Slut Ch 08

In the lounge I gulped the wine down in one go and handed the glass back to Dan. 'More, please babe.'

As he went off to the kitchen I sat back on the big soft cushions of the sofa and got back into my porno whore pose with my knees up by my ears and probed my cunt a bit to see how sore to the touch it was. Pretty sore, but not too bad. Another hour from Dan's big hand should improve that.

When he came back in his face lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. He set my wine on the coffee table and knelt in front of me and gave me a kiss on the bum cheek.

'How does it look babe?'

'Fucked,' he grinned, 'Well and truly fucked.'

'Good,' I replied, 'because it has been. It's had 6 different cocks fuck it for, dunno, about 2 hours all up. Take a photo, let me see.'

He did and passed me the phone. 'Is it sore?'

'Not really, though I'm getting little twinges and cramps. I'm sure you can soothe those away though baby.'

Looking at the photo my ring really did look battered, my brain fed me a mental image of the trout-pout on a girl who's gone over the top with lip filers, though it really wasn't that bad. It was red and swollen though.

No further encouragement needed - Dan's tongue licked, circled and then probed at what was without question now my primary fuck hole.

'Wow, that feels soooo good babe. Give me some time to relax a bit and later you can fist me too. Master wants me fisted for an hour this evening.' Dan didn't stop his ministrations, but his eyebrows went up.

'And just so you know, Master used nanny cams to record everything today, and I've got the memory cards, but I'll give you the basics now.'

For the next 10 minutes I gave Dan the highlights of the days activities with him occasionally surfacing to comment or ask a question, and he was clearly very excited, particularly by the amount of anal and fisting I'd had, but also fascinated by the couple and that the faint dampness of my lingerie was the tiny woman's piss.

'So what next?' he asked.

'Number 3 can have another go, he was definitely holding back, and I'd love for that couple to have me again.' Having my husband rim my used asshole while I told him who I planned to let fuck it in the future was a serious turn on.

'At your Masters place again? That was pretty stressful baby. I really don't want to go through that again.'

'It was, for both of us, but I do think it makes sense for them to do me the first time somewhere that's not linked to us. I don't want randoms that I've rejected turning up here.'

'What about the ones you do want? Like that couple? They could come here, couldn't they?' Wouldn't that be easier? Less hassle for you, more time flexibility, and it'd be more familiar and relaxed for you, no?'

I was very pleasantly surprised by his enthusiasm.

I reached down and stroked his brow. 'You're so sweet baby, thank you.'

'Well, slight ulterior motive,' he grinned, 'The more flexibility you offer them as to when they can use you, the more often you'll get used.'

'Even in the evenings babe? Don't you want that to be our time?'

'I think we both know that less is not more baby. More is definitely better.' His grin widened. 'Lots more.'

Wow, I thought to myself, my husband wants us to let people he's never met, and that are almost complete strangers to me, come into our home to fuck and abuse me. That really is pretty special.

For a minute I just lay my head back, closed my eyes and soaked up how good things were, from the tightening of my skin as the cum on my face dried, to the wonderful sensation of Dan's tongue on my rosebud, and to the ache in my cunt. And I still had another hour of fisting and the hidden camera videos to look forward to, and then hours with my Master the next day.

'It's no good babe, you'll have to let me up. I simply must eat something.'

'There's lasagne in the oven. It'll just need warming up. Want me to get you some of that?'

'I'll get it. I want you to link the laptop to the TV. And take your clothes off, I want to see that pretty pink cage and weights.' Picking up my phone I peeled off the rubber case abs retrieved the 2 memory cards and handed them to Dan. 'One of the camera was pointing across the room to the sofa and the other was will have the sofa in the right, and that's the one I think will be the best.'

5 minutes later and I was finishing off a bit of cold lasagne and Dan had everything set up and slotted in a card, which happened to be the one I was most keen to see.

The first image was of my Masters hand and then of him stepping back which revealed me in my shiny black coat, then him pointing to the cameras, the condoms and lube and then me showing him slut harness, though I had my back to the camera, and then Master stepping up to me.

'He's fingering my cunt there babe.' I was watching Dan closely, this being the first time he'd ever seen me playing with another man. He was engrossed but that was a much as I could tell.

The picture was surprisingly good, considering, and while the sound was a bit echoey it was clear enough.

'Skip forward a few minutes,' I said, but then got the mouse and did it myself, fast forwarding till my Master disappeared and I went to the door and back, then I went back to normal speed and paused it, then I moved the ottoman up against the coffee table so I could lay across it and could use the mouse on the table top and Dan could get behind me.

Grinning, Dan got the lube and settled in behind me a I hit play again as he slipped his fingers into me.

Again I watched Dan over my left shoulder to see his reaction to my lewdness, then my cock sucking, then me begging to be fucked hard in the arse, and then me bent over the sofa, having my asshole pounded. Again, he was mesmerised, his fingers still in me but not moving them.

I clicked pause and waited till Dan looked at me. 'An hour of fisting was what the doctor ordered babe.'

This time he paid a bit more attention to lube and fingers and in short order (maybe too short) his first twisted into me, quite painfully to be honest, but once it was in it felt wonderful. I felt full and a bit stretched, a state I was beginning strongly addicted to, but there was a serious ache too, like a strained muscle that you can't stop proding and probing.

'That's better,' I said and let the video play again.

I still kept one eye on Dan for a while and the other on the video of me getting fucked and fisted, but the fisting I was currently getting derailed my attention again and again and Dan had to keep prompting me to skip past long periods of me getting my arse pounded or my Master fisting me.

Eventually though it was just Master and me and him cumming onto my face, my eyes glazed and vacant, and then Master was taking a few photos with my phone and then collecting the memory card from the nanny cams and all went black.

Dan withdrew his hand and I had to lay my head down for a moment to try to re-engage my brain, but finally I managed to sit up, have a drink and generally pull myself together. Dan was watching me with a grin on his face and his balls with the metal weight cupped in one hand. He certainly seemed happy enough. My cunt, on the other hand, was telling me how overworked it felt, and checking the time it seemed to me that I'd had his first in me for a lot more than an hour.

I got my feet under me and tottered off to the kitchen to get us both another glass of wine while Dan put in the other memory card, and then we snuggled on the sofa, being a bit more deliberately selective about which bits we watched and taking more care to zoom in and out.

Now that I wasn't so brain-dead I could focus a lot more on Dan's reactions and I let him control the laptop, and it was patently obvious that what he was enjoying most was seeing me act and talk like a filthy slut; encouraging, coaxing and even daring the guys to fuck my arse, fuck it hard, harder, to give me ass to mouth, to ignore my cunt, to use me, to cum on me.

Some bits he watched again and again and I fondled him and told him how good it had felt, not just at a physical level, having hard cocks ramming into me, but at a mental level too, being able to demonstrate to them that I really was the slutiest of sluts.

Of particular interest to us both was the period where, firstly, the tiny woman had wanked her partner in my cunt, and then him fucking my arse while she fisted me and all the arse to mouth they did. Dan found it outrageously horny but for me the fascination was in how completely brainless I looked. My eyes were open but I was completely unfocused. As they say, lights on but nobody home. The another thing was how long it went on for. If you'd have asked me how long they used me like that, I might have guessed at 5 to 10 minutes, but it was actually well over half an hour of non-stop fisting and him swapping from my arse to her mouth and back. At this angle I could see that she'd had a hand up her dress, rubbing her cunt, and by her facial expressions it even looked like she'd got herself off a couple of times. The biggest turn on for me though was that they'd just used me like that, and for all that time, without the slightest acknowledgement that I was anything more than an inanimate sex toy. I could have been a blow-up doll for all the attention they paid to me, and for reasons I can't explain, their indifference to me made my cunt cream. I watched her punch her fist into my cunt time after time, and into my asshole, but neither one of them looked at my face for any reaction.

Dan's poor caged cock was super hard, straining to extrude itself through the gaps, and I fed him his constant drops of precum as I told him about the best parts of the day. Needless to say he was desperate for physical release, but he was adamant that he loved feeling so intensely horny, and particularly loved that I'd taken the choice from him and hadn't wavered in that.

I did sympathise. I hadn't cum for ages now, and only half jokingly, I wondered if I'd get brain damage from being so utterly and completely absorbed and obsessed with sex, sex, sex, sex in every waking moment and in every dream. We laughed of course, but inside my head I really did wonder if I could go on like this indefinitely, or if something would have to give. It seemed clear to me that we could never go back to who we'd been a few weeks ago.

And here I was, doing it again, my mind wandering. I went back to teasing Dan again, stroking his balls and playing with his caged cock. 'Tomorrow babe. Less than 24 hours now.'

I didn't have to tell him what I was talking about. The new toys were meant to arrive tomorrow afternoon, according to taking, and I was betting that Dan was counting the hours every bit as much as I was.

'Are you looking forward to it babe? To me trying to fuck the cum out of you? Have you been practising like a good boy?'

'Fuck yes, I'm so desperate. Need to cum. Need you to fuck me till I cum.' That he was willingly vocalising his need said quite a lot. Dan's just too bashful for anything like that unless he's going crazy.

So that was our Sunday evening; teasing each other and watching me get fucked like a porno whore on the TV. And all the time, at the back of my mind, I wondered what new perversion my Master would introduce me to in the morning.