From Company Vp To Bimbo Slut Ch 06

After Cami, Aubrey, and my night out at the club, we spent the morning relaxing by the pool, but I couldn't help thinking about my upcoming trip to Bermuda. I'm slowly discovering more things about myself and one of them is I have become a horny little slut. Looking down at my large round naked breast warmed by the sun, admiring my body and my new nipple piercings. I can feel the wetness in my pussy thinking about Malcom Westwood, the CEO of the world's largest privately held spirits company who I was about to go spend a full week with.

The last time I was with him, he was so rough with me. He tied me up and used my body with his cock. He whipped, caned and paddled me and called me degrading names. Made me say to him that "I am a horny little slut." That I am his "desperate obedient little whore."

Malcom told me he was training me to be the perfect slut. I begged him for it. When I didn't obey he punished me. Now the thought of going back to him is scary and so fucking arousing. Pressing my legs together, I squirm a little in the outdoor lounge chair, biting my lower lip. Just the thought of Malcom has me on the brink of an orgasm.

Aubrey snaps me out of it, giggling. I look at her and smile. "What are you thinking about that is making you all wet?"

She looks down from my naked body to my glistening pussy. Pulling her hand into mine, I tell her. "I'm thinking about our hot night last night." I smile and giggle, looking into her eyes, taking in her own naked curvy body glowing in the sun. "Also my trip to Bermuda." I laugh.

We make small talk about Malcom, how he signed a five-year contract with our company worth over a 100 million dollars. When he made the deal with my boss, Andrew, Malcome looked me directly in the eyes as he pushed several of his fingers into my pussy, holding them there. He then told Andrew he would sign it if he added into the contract that I would meet with him every quarter for a full week client service check-in for the length of the contract. Malcom insisted on including a large annual bonus for me in the contract too, as part of the agreement, as he fingered my wet pussy and squeezed one of my nipples.

Aubrey and I got dressed and ready for the day, just in time for my kids to be dropped off at the house by my husband's parents. My daughter Sienna got along well with Aubrey and we all went out for lunch together. It was wonderful having Aubrey as part of the family. She, Cami, and I couldn't stop smiling and laughing throughout lunch, leaning into each-other, touching each-others laps and arms.

Before I left to Bermuda, I wanted to have some quality time with Sienna. She was growing up so fast, and I missed spending mother-daughter days with her. So we planned a day together, just the two of us.

We headed to the spa first, where she got to meet Valorie, Dr. Carlos's assistant. Sienna smiled as we both got our nails done, and I could see how much she'd grown over the past year. After the spa we went to the mall to buy her some new clothes. I was starting to love shopping and got myself a few outfits too.

As we took a break seated at a table drinking coffee, she caught me by surprise. "Mom, are you cheating on Dad?"

I should have known this question was coming. That people, even my daughter, would start to ask questions. I paused, taking a breath, thinking about how to respond. "Sienna, why would you ask that?"

"Grandma and Grandpa said they think you are. With how you've changed your body, the way you dress now, and everything." She looked up and down my body.

I can't believe they would say that to her, but it is also not surprising they would judge me. They have always been kind but never understood why I worked all the time and Cami stayed home with the kids. I looked her in the eyes "Your dad and I, we're both going through changes. Not just with our bodies, but with our relationship too. But I need you to know we are still deeply in love. I'm not cheating on him." I hesitated. Feeling like I couldn't leave it at that. "He actually has encouraged me to date again, and we're figuring it out together."

Sienna listened as I tried to explain the best I could appropriately to her Cami and my situation and how I don't plan on ever leaving him or her. I could tell it was a lot to take in.

"You guys both seem happier than before." She smiled at me. "And, honestly, I like having you around more. I can't remember the last time we had a day, just the two of us."

Feeling a bit guilty. I Smiled back telling her I know I have put work ahead of everything for a long time and that I am sorry for that. I told her I hope she understands that it allowed us to have the nice home we do and for her to enjoy having all the things she wants.

"I'm really working on being here more. When I was Vice President, it felt like work was everything and I barely had time for anything else. Things are different now. I still travel, but my work responsibilities are much less so I'm trying to be home as much as I can. Being here with you means the world to me." I brought Sienna in for a hug.

She smiled softly, "Yeah, I noticed. And I've seen how happy you and Dad are lately. I've never seen you two so happy. Plus, you both have friends now, like Mike and Aubrey. You didn't really have that before. I like Aubrey. She's cool."

I chuckled. "Yeah, she's great, isn't she?"

"And Mike, he is more than a friend, right? He is the other guy?" She smiled at me.

"Yes, sweety, he is more than a friend. Your Dad likes him a lot though, but yes, he is one of the other guys." It felt so strange having this conversation with her, but also I felt a sense of relief.

"I can tell how much Dad likes him. He gets so excited when he is around," she giggles, talking about her father.

Sienna hesitated, then glanced at me shyly before speaking again. "So... I noticed your, um, piercings. And I know you got your breasts done mom. I've been thinking, maybe when I'm older, I'd want to do something like that, like a sexy piercing. Is that okay?"

I could tell she was a bit nervous about asking, but I appreciated her honesty. "Well, you don't need my permission, but I'd be happy to help you if it's something you really want when the time comes."

She smiled, and we had a wild mother and daughter moment together. I took her to see Dan at the same shop that had done my piercings. He was kind and respectful, explaining everything to her before she settled on a cute belly button piercing and a second piercing in her ear.

Afterward, I gave him a quick, light kiss on the cheek and told him I'd see him in a few weeks.

Sienna's curiosity got the better of her. "Mom, what's that about?"

I giggled. "Oh, I might be thinking about getting a tattoo. Just something small."

She giggled, and we both shared a laugh as we walked out. I felt closer to her than ever. Like I was not just her mother, but also like a bestfriend.

Malcom offered to send a car to take me to the airport, but Cami insisted on taking me. As we pulled up to the black gate just outside the major airport, Cami typed in the code Malcom gave me that let us into the private section of the airport. "He said to go to Hangar 1 Cami." I pointed at the sign that directed traffic.

As we drive into the hangar, there is a man in a black suit who directs us to park right by the side of a white airplane. "Is that his private jet?" Cami looked at me and asked. "I guess it is." I giggled, not really knowing what to say. Cami and I are wealthy and I have flown in private jets before, but Malcom Westwood is a billionaire and it felt extravagant pulling up next to the jet he sent for me.

Quickly I touched up my make-up in the passenger seat of our SUV. Blotting my face with a powder, and adding a little extra highlighter to my skin, touching up my eyes and putting a fresh coat of lipstick over my full plump lips. Cami clicked the button to open the back, and we both stepped out. I felt so nervous, I'm not sure why since I'd be meeting Malcom in Bermuda. I kept my outfit pretty simple, a short grey mini dress, an orange hand purse and stiletto heels.

"You sure I look okay Cami?" I looked at my reflection from the car.

"Riley, you look more than okay. You look super hot." He complimented me as he pulled my large suitcase out of the back, placing it on the concrete floor of the hangar. I pushed my ass out and my breast forward, fixing my hair using the reflection of the SUV window.

The man in the black suit came up to help Cami with the bag. "Good evening mam, good evening sir, I can take your luggage." I smiled at him and Cami thanked him. There were a few airport security guards and what looked like airplane mechanics getting the jet ready for flight.

A movement caught my eye, and I glanced up towards the entrance of the jet. Warmth spread through my body, my heart feeling like it nearly stopped, then it was beating so fast it felt like it was going to burst. It is him. Malcom Westwood walking down the stairs, staring right at me. His tanned olive skin, salt and pepper hair, and toned body, his smile showing his white teeth. He radiates confidence and power. Wearing black pants and a white button up top with his gold watch.

I watch him as he walks to us.

"Riley, you look as sexy as ever." He places his hand on my body, tracing it over my hips, around my breast and to my face and pulls me in for a kiss. I encourage him, opening my mouth so I can feel his tongue against mine. I want him to ravish me right there, but he breaks our kiss, placing his hand around me and pulling me into his side.

"This must be your husband." placing his hand out to shake Cami's hand. "Yes sir, this is Cami."

Holding Cami's hand, Malcom's eyes look him over. "Not what I expected." Malcom looks at me, then back at Cami. "I guess it makes sense, though." He smiles and releases his hand. "Riley, wait here a minute. I want to have a few words with your husband." He pauses. "Cami, it is?" Malcom doesn't wait for an answer. He walks Cami towards the back of the jet.

I can't hear what they are saying. Cami is nodding and Malcom has his hand on Cami's shoulder like he is talking to a good friend. Malcom takes out his phone, and it looks like he punches something into it before putting it back in his pocket. He looks at me then heads to the Jet, up the stairs and disappears.

"What was that about?"

"He asked if I like him kissing you in front of me."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him I liked it." Cami is smiling at me.

"There is more, though. He wants you to give me your wedding rings."

"Oh Cami!" I look at him, then at the jet. "We don't have to do this. I don't have to go." I can't believe Malcom asked Cami to take my wedding rings. He must feel humiliated.

Go Riley. Cami says. We both know you want to. It is fine. He has assured me he doesn't want to come between our marriage. He likes that you are married. The reason he is here is that there has been a change of plans and he will take you out in public and as much as he loves you are married, he doesn't want a wedding ring on your finger to bring unnecessary attention. It makes sense Riley, without the ring on you look just like his girlfriend.

His girlfriend. Something about that sends tingles down my body. I smile at Cami. "Are you okay with me being his girlfriend openly Cami?"

"Yes. Riley. It is kind of hot, don't you think? He has a jet here for you!"

It makes me even more excited seeing it is turning Cami on. Pulling off my wedding rings, I hand them to him. There is something freeing about it that makes my pussy wet for Melcom. "I think it is hot Cami, remember though, I am still your wife."

I give him a kiss on the lips and tell him I love him and I should get going.

"There is one more thing Riley." Cami stops me and looks down, then back up at me. "He wants me to take your dress too. He says he wants you to show him that you are his obedient little cumslut." Cami's face is flushed. His words repeat in my head and my body aches with the need for Malcom.

My eyes scanned the hangar looking at all the people. The security guards, the maintenance workers, and the assistant that helped us with my bags. Anxiety swirls inside me, my stomach knotting up, a feeling of fear and humiliation. The choice between having to humiliate and degrade myself in order to go with Malcom. Basically rewarding myself for obedient, desperate, slutty behavior, or punishing myself by not doing it.

Naked I feel exposed and humiliation washes over me as I walk fully nude, in just my heels and jewelry to the Jet entrance. Everything around falls silent with all the men's eyes on me. Fighting back tears, feeling shame for what I have become, I push my hips out, causing my ass to move side to side with each step. I take a deep breath and walk tall, pushing my breast out for the guys to see. Their eyes burn into me. I can feel the desire and arousal radiating from them, helping build my confidence.

At the top of the stairs, the Captain and his crew stand waiting. "Good evening mam, you look lovely. Mr. Westwood is waiting for you in the back."

It didn't look like your typical plane with an aisle of seats. Beige couches line the inside, making the darker woodwork of the tables and furniture stand out. A mini-bar and large TVs on the walls. Melcom sitting on the couch watching me while I walk in my heels to him.

Placing his hand out, bringing me into him. All my shame and humiliation now completely fading away. Every inch of me craves him. The desire radiating between us. Placing his hand over my large breasts, tracing along the bar of my nipple piercing. "You are a desperate obedient little whore," he smirks, bringing me into a passionate kiss. His name calling igniting a fire inside me wanting him to have me. As our kiss breaks, I smile and giggle and say "I am."

He asks if Cami is okay and I tell him, I think he is. That I think he liked me walking naked leaving him. Malcom plays with my nipple bars and my clit piercing. Kissing and sucking on my nipples. "Your tits are amazing, Riley. I love these big fucking round fake boobs, your fit body, beautiful face with your cock sucking lips. You are such the perfect little fuck toy."

"These piercings too, such a needy little slut for me." The sound of him smacking my pussy echoes through the plane.

"Andrew hasn't had the privilege of playing with these sexy piercings, has he?"

The competition between these guys is too much. I giggle as I push my tittie into his mouth. "No he hasn't, he did enjoy my big fake breast though."

Smack! Malcom slaps my boob hard. "You should have come right to me after you had them done." He groans.

Grabbing my hair, he pulls my face down forcefully to his cock. "Suck it my slut!"

I do. I suck it on his command. His thick, veiny cock fills my mouth. He is so strong and powerful. Grabbing my head he holds me down on it. Deep down in my throat until I'm choking. Trying to get air he holds me there until snot comes out of my nose and I relax and find my breath. Pulling me off, I gasp then he slams my mouth back down on him.

Malcom pulls me by the hair so I look up at him. His phone is out, and he is taking a video of me sucking his cock. "Tell your husband how much you love my cock!" He demands.

"I love your cock sir!" I'm stroking it up and down with my hands. "I love his cock Cami, I need his cock!" I can feel it getting harder as I talk to him. He places the phone down to his side and grabs my head with both hands and fucks into the back of my throat. Causing me to make loud gulping sounds, trying to get air between thrusts.

"By the end of the week, I'm going to have you tell Andrew you are mine, that you will never fuck him again!"

I would do it now. I'm so turned on. My saliva is completely coating his cock. I pull my mouth off and look at him as I stroke it. "That is so fucking hot. I love being yours."

He has me right back where I was when I left him the last time. I want to do anything to please him.

"Fuck I scream!"

I'm riding his cock, straddled on top of him. Looking into his eyes as I push my pussy and ass down on him, feeling him split me open. He is so fucking rough with me. He squeezes my tits, twists my nipple piercing to the point it is so painful I can't take it anymore. Then Malcom releases and the pleasure shoots through me and I fall into him, kissing him passionately while I orgasm.

He slaps my boobs hard and asks who's slut I am. It causes me to convulse with pleasure, smile and tell him, "I am your slut sir."

I'm so turned on, begging him to fuck me harder. My moans and his grunts are the only sounds on the jet. He has me cock drunk, so turned on I will do anything he wants me to. It feels like his cock is splitting me open. But it is more than that. I feel connected to him. I feel like he is such a powerful man. My cries are loud as I whale out in pleasure. His grunts get louder and louder. His cock thickens, and he pulls me tight into him as he pumps his cum into me. I can feel him twitch as he holds me tight. Then he slowly fucks me, continuing to grunt as his cock spirts his seed again and again into me.

I whisper into his ear, "That was amazing."

He smiles and kisses me. Grabbing me by the hand, he brings me to the sleeping area of the Jet. Collapsing together onto a large king size bed, I cuddle up against him as he falls asleep. I can't help but admire him, rub my hands along his body as he sleeps, feeling my own eyes close.

I am woken up by his movements, his hands tracing along my naked body. The plane is silent and still. No longer in the air. Pushing against his body, feeling groggy from our nap. "Where are we?" I giggle.

"Las Angelas, we have to go to a fundraiser event that I am sponsoring, then we will meet with a few guys that I am in business with outside of the spirit company."

I laugh, pushing my head into his chest. "I have nothing to wear."

He squeezes my nipple and kisses me. "You have a dress to wear in the closet."

His private jet is like a small apartment with a shower in the master bathroom. The designer dress he got me is beautiful. Black with thin delicate straps over the shoulders and an open front with a strap of black fabric that just covers over the front of my breasts. You can see the roundness of them and skin, the top boob and under boob. A satin skirt that shows off my curvy waist and legs. A pair of crystal embellished high heels. He even got me a pair of falling diamond earrings.

Stepping out of the master bedroom dressed in such luxurious clothes, it feels like I am in another world. I can feel Melcom's eyes on me, the center of his attention. Him in his black tuxedo, sipping a tumbler of whiskey.

"This is all too much, sir." I smile shyly at him, rubbing my finger along the diamond earrings.

His eyes trace up and down my body. I can see his desire for me in his eyes. "Not too much at all. You look perfect. Just as I imagined you would in this."

The way he looks at me, and the thought he put into dressing me, has me craving for him to fuck me again. It is all feeling very romantic, like an actual date with him. Going out in public as Malcom Westwood's girlfriend.

Stepping outside of the Jet all the same people who watched me walk onto it in the nude complemented how beautiful I look. Outside in the Los Angeles airport hangar, a black limousine is waiting for us.

In the limo, we sit close. Sharing soft kisses as his hand tickles along my inner thigh. "Tonight will start off a bit boring," he tells me, "with a stop at a Gala Fundraising Event for dinner." He smiles, tracing his hand over my pussy lips under my skirt. "We will make sure we have fun, though, and by the time it is over, you will be needy for my cock."

He kisses me again, pushing two of his fingers into my pussy. "Then after the Gala, we are going to a party to meet a couple of guys I have outside investments with." Pushing his fingers deeper into me, making me moan for him. "You will be my obedient little fucktoy." Slowly fucking his fingers in and out of my pussy he whispers "Are you going to be my obedient little fucktoy?"