Margo was a classic slut there was never to much sex, or enough many men.
She did try hard when she got married. She was twenty-four and in love with Max. She was a faithful wife for six long agonizing months. One night, while he was out of town on a business trip. She went bar hopping with a girlfriend. They picked up a set of twins. After that whenever Max was gone, she would give in to the itch. She would go looking for trouble. Usually she found it.
Max caught her and forgave her time after time. Finally, one night he caught her fucking his best friend. He warned her that night there would be no more chances. He could not, and would not live with a slut. One more mistake and she would be gone. He would turn her into a real whore.
She promised him, no more fucking around. She would be faithful to him. She kept that promise for almost a week. People like Margo seem to forget promises when their blood is hot and some man is calling their name.
He took her with him on his next trip. He meant to scratch those itches himself but fate stepped in, as it often will and he had to leave her alone for several days. Friday night arrived and she was lonely. She went to a bar and well as we all know, things happen.
Margo was pixie size. She looked like she was about ten, and acted older than God. She was the hottest thing these hillbillies had seen in a long while. Just five foot tall, large 36c breasts and a round heart shaped ass men lusted after, long curly black hair and deep smoky gray eyes. She wondered what Max expected. He knew she was a slut, he told her so repeatedly. It wasn’t her fault, she told herself, it was his fault. He had left her in this godforsaken town of Algood Tennessee. She was bored, she was lonely and she was horny.
Ten minutes after she entered the bar. She was in a back booth with one hillbilly’s tongue crammed deep in her mouth, and another with his fingers buried deep inside her wet and getting wetter pussy. She might have fucked them both right there, but it was early, and Margo was afraid of going to jail.
Thirty minutes later, with the moon out she was lying on a mattress in the back of a truck one cock in her pussy one in her mouth and having a good time. They were in the back of the parking lot under a huge spreading tree. Margo could see the stars through the branches when she wasn’t seeing stars of her own. She had come about seven times, the man in her pussy was still hard, and stroking and she had just finished swallowing a load from the guy in her mouth.
Suddenly, another hard cock butted up against her mouth. She opened and sucked. He tasted good. She hoped he used his cock as well when he fucked her as he was now.
She was beyond thinking rationally by the time the next two climaxed and pulled out. Someone stuffed another cock in her mouth and her pussy and she did what good sluts do, took care of them.
It seemed as she climaxed repeatedly there was always another hard cock waiting and she fucked them all. From that first climax until the sun rose on the horizon, Margo fucked. Finally, there were no more men. They helped her up, and took her back to her motel room naked and nasty. They opened her door, and shoved her inside. She crumpled onto the carpet asleep.
Twenty minutes later, her husband arrived back at the motel room. He brought good news. A new job and more money in a thriving busy city. A new start for the both of them. He stumbled over his wife as he entered the room.
Margo asleep on the floor was unaware of the sight she presented. Sprawled on her belly ass high in the air, she had cum dripping from her both her ass and her cunt. The breasts he so loved, were swollen, and covered in bite marks, and bruises. Pussy lips twice their normal size, ass so used it wouldn’t close tightly. She was the perfect picture of an abandoned gang banged whore.
He didn’t know where she had been or for how long, but the evidence was clear. She had broken her promise again. She had been fucking and not just one person this time.
He needed to know the whole story. Seeing only one bar in town, he started there to track her evening. He had no trouble finding out how the last night of her life had gone. The bar was abuzz with stories of her prowess. They were all talking about how she had fucked the whole town some of them twice.
He had warned her, now it was too late. He went to the car and got the drugs he had obtained in Mexico. He shot his wife full of them. She would be out for about twelve hours plenty of time to take her to New Orleans. He called his contact to set the plan in motion. He had warned her. Now she would get the life she deserved and maybe he would as well. A loving faithful wife and children, he longed for children.
He cleaned her up, dressed her and placed her in the back seat with a light blanket over her sleeping body. He wanted it done before she woke up. He didn’t want to let his love for her overwhelm his mind, no more second chances.
He made record time, turning over his still sleeping wife to two large men, before the sun was up. He was soon sitting at a little back street bar in the New Orleans quarter with a fat, sweaty old Cajun man.
The man presented him with a death certificate for his wife. According to the coroner, she died in childbirth with a stillborn son. He had given the man several hundred dollars and his wife to obtain that document. Now he had a new chance in life, and so did Margo at least while she was young and productive. They touched their glasses together in a toast to their futures and laughed. The fat man asked him “if he wanted one last time with his woman.”
Max smiled “Indeed I do. I want to fuck her ass. I want to end our relationship with that memory, and the look in her eyes when she figures out I meant what I told her. The old man with a twinkle in his eye asked, “What did you tell her?”
“If she wanted to be a whore, I would arrange it.” Max told him. The old man patted his shoulder. “A man should always live up to his promises.”
“ She will know me right?” asked Max? The old man nodded, “The drugs we have given her are to keep her pliable while she adjusts. She will know you, and understand what you tell her. She will also obey and do whatever you ask. I will be there to guarantee it. Her new life starts now.” They clasped hands and headed for Margo's cell.
