A Slut for Use

Maria Constantine paced the floor of her opulently decorated lounge room feeling somewhat frustrated. Actually, and as she now freely admitted to herself, it was much more than this. What had started off as a mild frustration nearly six weeks ago had now built up to a crescendo of wall-climbing, nail-biting infuriation. And in all this time her husband, Giorgio Constantine, had not touched her. What had once been a fulfilling four or five-times-weekly sexual relationship had now lapsed into a depressing, inactive and unrewarding marriage. And what was worse, Maria had now clue as to the reason.

Born to parents of a simple carpenter and a dressmaker in a remote village in Romania, Maria's early life had never seen the luxury in which she now found herself. Nor was sexual activity ever countenanced or even mentioned. Certainly, as a teenager, she had experienced sexual feelings that she wished to explore. But these feelings were never acted upon and, right now, Maria could remember exactly how she had felt back then.

It was not until Maria had met Giorgio Constantine that she began to allow her repressed sexual appetite to emerge. A handsome and successful Italian businessman, Constantine had romanced the inexperienced Maria. Slowly and seductively he had moved her up through many levels of sexual stimulation until she wanted him – no needed him – on a virtually constant basis. So why now, Maria wondered, had Giorgio left her to fester in her own deep pool of frustration? Didn't he realise how much she now needed him – how much she needed to be gratified?

As she paced the room, her mind was alive with a clamour of thoughts. Tonight would be worse than ever. She knew this. Tonight she had prepared dinner not only for her husband, but also for Antonio as well.

Antonio Mancini was Giorgio's right-hand man. Also Italian and, unfortunately for Maria, as sexually attractive a man as she had ever laid eyes on. For a moment Maria stopped pacing as she recalled a fantasy that she had had earlier that day. Over the last month and a half she had experienced many fantasies and, if she were honest with herself, they usually involved Antonio. But this particular fantasy had been so strong and so vivid and Maria blushed hotly as she remembered her hand disappearing under her skirt and into her panties as she had striven to relieve some of her pent up tension.

But masturbation, as good as it was, Maria knew, was no substitute for what she really needed. And what she really needed was a man.

Giorgio Constantine was more nervous than he had ever been as he tooled the large, sleek Mercedes into the drive of his expensive suburban home. The gravel crunched gratifyingly under the big tyres as he came to a halt in front of the main entrance. Antonio sat silently at his side and this reassured Giorgio. The two friends had been through a lot together and had emerged now both wealthy men. It was pleasantly comforting that, in this plan, Antonio was once again in full support.

With a knowing glance, Giorgio passed a brass key to his friend and indicated that it was time. Antonio nodded back, still silent. No words seemed necessary. Both men knew exactly what was expected of them.

Giorgio watched Antonio as he approached the front door. He saw the stride of a confident and attractive man. A man that, so long as everything went according to plan, he would shortly watch make love to his wife.

It had been a long and difficult six weeks for Giorgio as well. He adored sex with Maria and was more than happy that, over the few years that they had been together, he had helped shape her from the shy, repressed flower that she had once been, into the sexually uninhibited woman that he now loved so much. But there was one more thing that he knew that he wanted. He wanted to see Maria dominated by another man.

With as much stealth as his jangling nerves would allow, Giorgio crept around to the rear of the house and let himself in silently. He had planned everything well and would time his entrance perfectly. He was finally about to realise all his fantasies.

Maria started as she heard the front door close and looked up to greet her husband. But when she instead saw Antonio, she felt her heart pound a little bit faster and a tingling feeling run through her body. He stood framed in the doorway. His dark hair was cut fashionably short and the suite he wore was expensively styled. Maria took a deep breath. She wanted him so badly but knew that she must control herself.

"Antonio. How good to see you. Is Giorgio with you?"

Antonio's dark, mysterious eyes seemed to bore into her very soul as he stood staring at her. His head shook almost imperceptibly but it was enough to convey his answer.

"But I thought…dinner?" Maria said.

"There will be no dinner for us right now." Antonio answered. "Giorgio has asked me to be here tonight, and as you know, I cannot refuse a request from him.

"But what…..why are you….?"

"Enough talking now."

Maria sensed the hard tone in Antonio's voice as he cut her off and she felt another tingle of excitement run down her spine.

"Your long wait is at an end, Maria." He continued, "I am here at your husbands request and I know you will acquiesce."

"Yes Maria, you will comply with my wishes, will you not?"

Maria spun her head round to the familiar sound of her husband's voice as he stood at the rear entrance to the lounge. His face looked calm and collected but he had a steely look in his eye that Maria had seen before. She knew that once Giorgio's heart was set on something there was little anyone could do to change his mind. But if Maria had read the situation as she thought she had, then she was not at all inclined to try to argue. She was naturally submissive and, if she was right, it looked like her long period without sexual satisfaction was about to end.

"Of course, Giorgio," she stated demurely, "I am your wife and I will do as you say."

"But today, my darling Maria, you are not so much a wife as a slut. A slut to Antonio and you will do as HE says."

The tingle running up and down Maria's spine had now turned into a bolt of electricity. She could feel her nipples reacting and hardening under the top of her dress and knew that a certain dampness was developing between her legs.

"Yes, Giorgio, of course." She repeated, "I will do whatever either of you say. I am you slut, Antonio. Do with me what you will."

"You have lovely legs, Maria," Antonio started as he moved closer to her, "show them to me please.

Without a second thought, Maria began to lift the hem of her knee length dress. Antonio stopped her immediately.

"No. Not like that. Here, sit above the fire so I can see you properly."

Again, Maria obeyed instantly. She was enjoying the attention that she had been so cruelly deprived of over the last six weeks and was looking forward to any form of sexual fulfilment.

"Yes, much better." Antonio said as she perched herself on the mantel. "Now show me what sort of panties you have on please."

As Maria parted her long, slender legs, the skirt of her dress fell open to reveal her legs and plain white bikini panties. She closed her eyes for a moment, briefly embarrassed by the fact that both men were now staring at the damp patch that had formed at her crotch.

"I see you are already aroused." Antonio continued his diatribe, "A good slut should be aroused easily. Pull the panties to one side so that I may inspect your cunt."

Maria flinched a little at Antonio's use of such colourful language but conceded immediately to herself that being spoken to in this way was heightening her excitement. Slowly she let her hands drop between her legs and eased the damp fabric away from her mound. She couldn't resist allowing her finger to drift surreptitiously over her engorged clitoris. She shivered with an involuntary moan.

"I suspect that you have already pleasured yourself, my little slut," Antonio smiled as he stared directly into her pussy, "but tell me, have you done so already today?"

Maria nodded her head down shyly. Her eyes stayed glued to the floor and would not meet Antonio's gaze.

"Tell me, slut!"

This time his tone was harsh and Maria's head snapped up.

"Yes, sir. I hve played with myself. I have played with my…."

"With what?"

"With my…my cunt, sir."

Antonio smiled again. "Then play for me again, my little whore. Play with your wet cunt until you cum for me."

It was all the encouragement that Maria needed and she immediately pulled off her damp panties and let them drop to the floor. She spread her legs as wide as she could encouraging both men to stare deep into her most private of areas and plunged two fingers directly into her body. Her moans seemed to echo around the room as she masturbated quickly and furiously. Her fingers a wet flash as they plunged over and over into her ever widening vagina until, with a loud cry of lust, her entire body shook and trembled into a convulsing orgasm.

Giorgio Constantine sat riveted as he watched his usually so conservative wife openly masturbate to climax before two men. His cock ached painfully beneath his suit pants and, as he had seen his friend do only minutes before, he quickly unzipped and eased his solid erection out into the open. He had given his friend a good idea of what he would like to see but had left the finer details up to Antonio's discretion. The man had never let him down before and he doubted if he would now. So far everything had gone according to plan.

Maria watched breathlessly as Antonio stood and removed his clothes. She had already gasped at the size of his penis and felt the tremble of anticipation as she wondered how good it would feel inside her. She was also aware that her husband, currently sitting on the sofa with his pants unzipped, was masturbating. She was happy for him and guessed that this had been his plan all along. And, the thought to herself, what a wonderful plan it was!

Antonio's body was as near perfect as Maria could have dreamed. His wiry frame displayed sinewy muscles in his arms and legs and tight buttocks that sent a thrill through her body. She wanted him so badly but knew she had to wait for instruction.

"Strip, my slut." Antonio commanded as soon as he was completely naked. "Strip and come to me."

Maria's hands deftly lifted her dress up and over her head. She kicked off her shoes and felt the thick pile of the carpet beneath her bare feet. Her bra was easily released and so, finally she went to her lover as naked as the day she was born.

Immediately Antonio's hand grasped hers and guided it to his hard cock. Maria felt the power of the weapon as it throbbed beneath her touch and stroked her hand up and down the length of his shaft. Her fingers playing lovingly over the bulbous head as she smeared the pre-cum that had formed there over his sensitive glans.

"On your knees now, slut." Antonio suddenly commanded. "Get down on your knees and suck my cock like a whore!"

It was the order that Maria had been waiting for. Since as far back as she could remember she had fantasized about what Antonio's cock looked like, what it would feel like, but most of all what it would taste like. Now it seemed she was about to find out.

Not wishing to waste a moment of time, she slid down to her knees and was faced with the sight of her lovers' throbbing tool mere inches from her mouth.

Maria heard Antonio gasp out as she drew his penis deep between her lips. She hummed gently and felt him twitch and throb in her mouth. Her fingers lightly played under his balls, cupping and gently scratching the sensitive skin with her fingernails. Her nipples felt like pieces of flint as he pinched and twisted them cruelly. Antonio really was using her like a slut and Maria was loving every second of it!

Giorgio's cock was pointed straight up from his body and seemed, at that moment, to be his very epicentre. He had resisted from stroking himself to climax on several occasions, holding back and concentrating hard until he had relaxed enough to continue masturbating. But as he watched his sweet wife's mouth bob up and down so lewdly on his friends' tool, it was becoming more and more difficult to remain in control of himself.

He looked as Antonio's face as he was so expertly fellated by the slut Maria. His friend's eyes were tight shut as he revelled in the most glorious sensations – sensations that Giorgio had deliberately denied himself for so long. But now it all seemed worth the wait. It all seemed to merit the long hard struggle. Now his wife was about to be fucked in front of him by another man.

Maria could sense that Antonio was becoming more and more heated as she bobbed her head up and down a little faster and could also sense that he was pulling back slightly rather than bucking his hips upwards as he had been doing only moments before.

Little by little his thick, saliva streaked cock withdrew – although a little reluctantly, it seemed to Maria – from the warm confines of her mouth and throat. Maria was suddenly left with an empty mouth and a rather empty feeling.

"Don't you want my mouth anymore, sir?" she purred a little petulantly.

"Remember your place, my little whore," Antonio smiled in reply, "you are here to please me so you will do what ever I ask, yes?"

"Yes sir. And what is it that you require of me? What is it that you want of your slut, your whore?"

"Antonio held out his hand. His fingers closed around one of Maria's hard, throbbing nipples making her wince.

"Come to me, bitch. I want you now. I want your tight, wet cunt."

With her nipple being pulled, the rest of Maria's body followed. Antonio was reposed on the sofa, his legs open and his twitching cock pointing up between his muscular thighs. She allowed herself to be positioned with her back to him. As she spooned into his body she could feel his hardness pressing into her.

Defly, Antonio ran his hand down the outside of her long, tanned leg, from thigh to bare foot. His fingers entwined with her toes making her shiver again and giggle slightly but the urgent pressing of the inflamed manhood against her buttocks brought her quickly back to reality.

"Open yourself for me, slut," Antonio demanded, "open your cunt for me."

Maria stretched her leg back over Antonio and used her hands to spread the wet lips of her vagina. Her juices were flowing fast now and she closed her eyes as she felt the initial penetration.

Giorgio watched as Antonio closed his hands over Maria's breasts, squeezed her nipples and began to plough himself roughly into her dripping pussy. Antonio's grunts of lust were equalled only by Maria's moans of excitement as the room filled with the explicit sounds of sexual excess. Giorgio had, of course, on many occasions been party to the sounds that were now emanating from his wife's open mouth and knew exactly what they meant. He tried to control himself once more. He wanted to see the expression on Maria's face as she climaxed yet again before he himself released the pent up sperm that was just begging to be freed.

Giorgio held his breath as his wife climbed closer and closer to her sexual peak. He could see her pretty toes curling into tight fists and knew that her pussy was contracting around Antonio's large tool. Suddenly he saw her back arch sharply. Her eyes shut tight and a trembling started to show in her legs. And then she was cumming. Her moans of excited lust were much more intense than with her previous climax and Giorgio knew that it was Antonio's cock that was causing the wanton display of lust.

"And now, my whore, there is one last thing you must endure" Antonio grunted as he slammed his cock deep into Maria's quivering body. "One last action to ensure your obedience and complete your transformation from housewife to slut. Will you comply? Will you?"

"Yes sir." This time Maria's voice was little more than a whisper. She felt the cock in her pussy almost scorching her with lust. She worried slightly about Antonio's use of the word "endure", but she had faith in him, she trusted him as any willing submissive would trust their master. But what more could there possibly be, she wondered? There was only one thing that she had never tried before and he surely couldn't mean…..

"I think you know what I want from you now, my whore." Antonio continued. A malicious looking grin was set upon his face. "To become a complete slut you must agree to all your bodily orifices being used. And you do want to become a complete slut don't you?"

Maria could only nod her head in answer. She could feel her body being pulled up into a kneeling position and her legs once again being spread. Antonio's hand was on the back of her head; forcing her face downwards towards a cushion, thus leaving her rounded buttocks up in the air and her two holes available to whomever desired them. Maria couldn't even think about resisting. This was what she wanted. Deep down, this was what she really needed.

As soon as she felt the tip of Antonio's weapon touch her tight rear hole, Maria gasped out. But initially there was no penetration. The pain that she had been waiting for – possibly even longing for – didn't come yet. Rather there was smearing. Antonio was using the head of his blood engorged tool to spread the copious quantity of juice from Maria's pussy to her asshole.

Maria purred contentedly. This felt good. Very nice. A warm, fuzzy feeling began to formulate in her lower body and rapidly spread. She slid a hand back between her legs and assisted Antonio's efforts to lubricate her.

The warm, fuzzy feeling continued throughout her body long after Antonio had stopped. His fingers had probed and widened her tight hole to the point where she could feel the air in the room playing around the opening. She knew she was ready.

The first stab of pain hit like a hot needle as Antonio's cock head entered her tight ass and almost took her breath away. Her hand continued to play with her clitoris as the cock sank deeper into her. She felt full now; more full than she had ever felt in her life. The pain ebbed away slowly and the warm feeling returned. She was being used properly now and realised in an instant that this was what she had always wanted.

Giorgio had now given up any pretence of attempting to hold himself back. His wife looked like a true slut now with his best friends' cock being drilled in and out of her ass. But Giorgio knew that this was what she wanted. It was what he wanted as well, but he knew Maria so well. He knew that she needed to be used. This would complete her.

In a moment of pure pleasure, Giorgio watched the lustful expression on his wife's face as Antonio pushed the last two inches of his cock deep into her ass. His masturbatory pleasure was now at a peak, he realised, and with a groan of unadulterated, animalistic pleasure he released a torrent of pent up cum onto the front of his suite pants. He cared not for the laundry bill as his hand squeezed every last drop of pleasure from his body. His eyes were still glued to his friend and wife as Antonio repeatedly rammed his tool deep into Maria's back door.

Antonio's head suddenly snapped backwards in a lustful grimace as he slammed his tool as deep as he could into Maria's ass. She could feel him expanding inside her and used her muscles to try to contain his ejaculation. She was excited that he was cumming inside her, although she had wondered what it would have been like to swallow his seed.

The first, scorching hot jet of semen hit Maria like a bolt of lightening and made her gasp out loud. She was aware that her husband had already shot his load and could see the sticky issue dripping obscenely from the back of his hand. Again, her body was jolted forward and another bolt of pleasure shot through her as a further spurt of jism filled her.