CH 5
Must read previous chapters.
At breakfast Gil informed me that Wednesday night was another competition. "I didn't tell you," he said, "but there's a nice trophy for the wife that wins the biggest slut competition."
I could have cared less about trophies and I was restless all day, as usual. I knew all kinds of stuff was happening with Karen but I didn't get to observe her training and Gil shared too little. Though he seemed quite happy to occasionally inform me that he just got done fucking my "whore wife." Sometimes he offered details about how much she to fuck him.
There was a low level anxiety relating to the unknowns of what was to come and a high level of anticipatory excitement. All in all, the training had exceeded all of my expectations and Karen seemed to love her transformation.
Gil said he had the night off and that I would be viewing the excitement with Deny, Wendy's husband. I had already been informed that Sandra threw in the towel after the previous evening. Only Wendy and Karen remained.
Although clearly Karen was now as big a slut as Wendy, who according to husband Deny had always been a slut, Karen was more like a good girl gone bad. She was intelligent, not that other sluts aren't, but there was a refinement about her. Wendy, on the other hand, seemed to have the benefit of some intergenerational sluttiness going on, like perhaps her mother had modeled sluttiness. One got the impression that being a slut was her goal in life from a young age.
Wendy wore her eye makeup heavy and had a tattoo of a red heart with a cunt in the middle of it on her back below her left shoulder, like some kind of advertisement. Her come-fuck-me smile was unparalleled. Wendy had that certain something, like she might show up for a date with black stockings with runs in them. She was trashy in a very sensual way. I hoped some of that "certain something" would rub off on Karen.
After dinner Deny and I requested a bucket of beer and ice for the show. We went back to my room and had a couple while we discussed how lucky we felt to have our wives treated to so many great cocks and so much training. I asked if his guide, a guy named Guy, had mentioned golden showers.
"In fact he did," he said. "Wendy has always liked peeing on me. She's never let me do it to her because I'm the submissive in our relationship, but at least one of her current boyfriends does it to her. She says he likes to mark his territory before bringing her home to me. I almost cum when I smell his piss on her. I finally got to watch him do it. It was hot seeing her let him do something I don't get to do. She not only let him, it was clear she liked having her stud boyfriend degrade her that way, but I get it. I love the feeling of degradation when she pisses on me."
"I was concerned when Gil mentioned it," I told him. "In fact, we have a bet. Hearing about your experiences makes me wonder if I might like seeing Karen get pissed on."
"You may find out on kink night," Deny said.
After two beers we headed to the viewing room. Once settled in we started to assess the current situation in the bar. We counted 20 men which was approaching the capacity of the bar. Apparently our wives hadn't entered the scene yet, unless they were on their knees somewhere in the room and out of sight.
Then the swinging doors flew open and two guys carried in a couch and placed it on the stage on the other side of the room from the bar. Another guy set up a little lectern to the side of couch. It had a mounted microphone and two cordless mics in holders on the side. On the other side of the couch, the front right side of the stage, there was a mic stand that I recalled from the previous evenings. There was a curtain along the wall behind the stage hiding a door where entertainers could enter the stage.
The room was loud with banter among the patrons. I asked Deny if he knew what the competition was going to be, as Gil had been tight lipped about it. He said his guide would only divulge that Kyle was going to be the MC for the evening. We didn't have to wait long for Kyle to stroll though the swinging doors and head to the lectern on the stage. One of the guys in attendance brought him a beer.
Kyle held his beer bottle high and said, "To dirty whores." Cheers erupted and mugs clinked. After that Kyle said, "Let's get our pants off gentlemen. These sluts need to see cocks."
After a couple minutes of disrobing the men in the audience settled down. "Gentlemen and Perverts," he began, "Let me introduce our contestants for this week's Queen Slut competition. These are the remaining two women from this week's batch of slut trainees. Let's have a round of applause for Slut Wendy and Slut Karen."
The curtain opened and the women walked out wearing identical black velvet dresses that only came down as far as their pussies. They both wore black translucent stockings and garter belts. All of the stocking tops showed and bare skin above that. They had matching, black, four inch high heels. All that black contrasted well with their blond hair.
"Have a seat on the sofa ladies," Kyle said. He watched as they sat down and then said, "Open your legs ladies. It's not like you aren't available." They both opened enough to put their panties on full view. "As you know ladies, the object is to convince the voting audience that you're a bigger slut than your competitor. You can make use of each other in your presentations, but you cannot use members of the audience. You each have 30 minutes and we'll start with Wendy. But before you begin, there's a prize involved. Tomorrow night is kink night, and tonight's winner will get to have her husband here for kink night. You will be judged on how dirty your words and actions are.
I knew that Kyle favored Karen, and to be honest, if Wendy was a nine in the looks department, then Karen was an eleven. By picking Wendy to go first he was giving Karen a huge advantage in that she would know what she had to beat.
Wendy strolled up the mic stand adjacent from Kyle, who went to sit next to Karen.
"I won't need to use Karen in my presentation; I've got this. Let me start with a little history. I was already a slut when I met my husband. I was the entertainment at a bachelor party. I had already done my dancing stripper routine and the groom, as is customary, took me to a room and fucked me first. He came fairly quickly and left the room without a word, as if he was above talking to sluts."
"Kyle, who had taken one of the cordless mics to the couch with him, said, "How did you feel about the groom's rudeness?"
"I could have cared less. I was there to be used and that's what he did. His little dick lubed me good with a nice load. Friction is an important consideration in a gang bang. He was no sooner out the door when the next guy was on me. One at a time I went through 23 guys. They filled my pussy, gave me a lot of sperm to drink and shot cum all over me. By the way, I love the taste of sperm and I love having sperm on my breath. It's like a calling card. Every time a guy left the room I heard cheers from the crowd in the front room."
"So what did that have to do with meeting your husband?" Kyle asked.
"My nickname for my husband is twenty-four. There was a pause after Mr. 23. I thought they might have been done with me, but then the door opened and in walked timid little Deny. He looked at me and said "Hi, you're very beautiful."
"He was looking at me on the bed with my legs spread and my pussy hanging open. Cum was everywhere, but especially in and around my pussy. 'Thanks,' I said. He had a very lusty look on his face, as if seeing me covered in cum was some kind of dream come true, so I asked, 'Do you like what you see?'"
"Very much," he said. "You look like a beautiful cake that has been covered in rich creamy frosting."
"Do you like frosting?" I asked
"Considering that it's on you, I don't know how I could not like it."
