This story is a follow on from Vanessa’s submission. It is a stand-alone story that covers an event that happened post the events in that story, and as a direct result of that day.
I need to thank my Lit friend Ken for help with spelling and punctuation.
I am Vanessa, a 55-year-old married professional lady. I work in accountancy. We have a son, 26, who has now grown and flown the nest. I stand 5’5″ tall and have mousey brown hair and grey blue eyes. I’m a little overweight, size 14 with a 36″ bust. Normally I sport a trimmed bush but have recently shaved and waxed my entire pubic area.
I had recently started reading erotica which led to chatting and finding myself an online Master. He set me small, and naughty, tasks leading up to a meeting with Master, and others.
The events in this story occurred a couple of weeks after my first face to face meeting with Master. We had been in touch via our normal channels with him setting me mini tasks; knickerless shopping with an aim of flashing my butt plug, more nude drives and naked Moor walks.
Then one day he asked if I was ready for another meet up, but with a difference. The university lads from our last meeting had asked if I could be the entertainment at a party they were holding. Master had agreed. He went on to explain that by entertainment they meant a set of fuck holes. I felt humiliated that those lads saw me as nothing more than a sex object, but that was what my Master wanted. It was also flattering that they had found me attractive enough that they wanted more of me. I admit I was aroused by the idea; imagining such an event shot a bolt of lightning through my body and a felt a dampening in my panties. Even my knees weakened.
“Fuck-toy would like that Master, she will not let you down,” I gushed.
“You had better not, you are upholding my reputation as a Master.”
He went on to tell me that he would pick me up later that day and take me to see Ryan so that what was expected could be explained. He told me to dress in a gaudy manner for the meeting. I was to wear black stockings and suspenders and black heels, a short dress, no panties, and a push up bra. My butt plug was to be in as usual.
When he picked me up late in the morning he commented that he was pleased with my look, “you look like a desperate slut,” were his words. I, of course, thanked him.
Before we set off, he lowered the roof on his car and had me hike my dress up so that it was above my stocking tops. The drive took us out of my housing estate and onto a dual carriageway. I could feel the wind whipping the hem of my dress. I noticed that every time we were passing vans or lorries Master would do it slowly, giving the drivers the opportunity to see my legs. Further into the drive he pulled in behind a coach that was obviously full of football fans on the way to a game.
“Get your dress up around your waist fuck toy, “he growled, “and get your tits out.”
As we pulled out to pass, he turned to me, “spread your legs and hold those tits up.”
Slowly he began to overtake the coach, he beeped the car horn a few times and quickly the coach windows filled up with faces leering at me. I was so horny; I had actually dropped one hand and was fingering myself.
Once we passed the coach he pulled back in in front of it and asked me if I enjoyed the exposure.
“Yes Master, fuck-pig enjoyed her humiliation,” I replied. I was sopping wet, my fingers slick with my juices, my nipples were hard like little corks.
He slowed the car explaining that those on the left of the coach needed a view as well. Sure enough the coach started overtaking us and when it was about halfway past us Master started to match the speed giving them an extended view of me plunging my fingers into my pussy and pinching my nipples.
I did not look up except for brief glances at the faces in the windows. Each glance at
the rapt faces brought a spasm to my core and a flush to my face and chest. I
struggled not to cum as Master had not yet given permission. The battle to maintain
control brought a rigidity to my muscles and caused my throat to tighten. My breath
came in gasps as I struggled for control.
“Okay slut, make yourself cum”. I sped my frigging up and in next Sahabet to no time I was climaxing in the car.
“I think your audience appreciated that slut. Give them a wave.”
I looked up to see at least 20 faces staring down at me, grinning and clapping. It was degrading, but so exhilarating at the same time. I had essentially just masturbated in front of 40 plus men. I waved to them as Master accelerated and pulled clear of the coach and many waved back at me.
Master allowed me to cover up, or mostly so as I had to leave my stocking tops on show, for the rest of our journey.
We pulled up in a street in the middle of student land. However, before we got out of the car, I saw someone I recognised. It was the son of a friend of ours coming out of one of the houses.
In shock I asked Master, “we are not going there, are we?” I pointed to the door of the house.
“Yes slut, how did you know?”
I explained that I knew the lad who had just left and that he knew me. Master told me not to worry I could be disguised but, nonetheless, I was apprehensive that my secret life could be discovered.
We got out of the car and made our way to the house. We were greeted by one of the skateboarders from my previous outing. He shook hands with Master and then turned to me, “hello again, fuck-pig.”
“Hello sir,” I automatically replied. I then voiced my concerns about the fact that I had seen my friend’s son, Marc, leaving the premises.
He asked if Marc had ever seen me in a bikini and how well he knew me. I told him that he had seen me at a pool bbq at his parent’s home and that he only knew me to the extent that we would say hello and that he knew my son when they had played for the same football team when they were younger. The pair of them decided that a disguise would be easy. A fake tramp stamp and a wig should suffice. I was sceptical, and a little concerned but did not want to let Master, or myself, down so I kept my thoughts to myself.
Ryan went on to explain that for the evening I would be in a doorway bent over a trestle, bound at the waist, ankles, and wrists. I would be half in the kitchen area, and my top half would be in a utility area. A curtain would be draped over me so that those in the utility area would see my boobs and head. Those in the kitchen would see my lower back and arse. It occurred to me that I would not be able to see anyone in the kitchen.
Master asked, “how many are you expecting?”
“Twenty to twenty-five,” came the reply.
I admit I was a bit worried as I knew I had other friends who had sons, and daughters, at the university. I had to trust that the disguise would be good enough.
Ryan continued to show us the lay out of the house. It was a late Victorian build converted into student digs. Big kitchen diner, huge communal space, and a utility area on the ground floor, and six bedrooms and showers on upper levels.
“Before we go fuck-pig show Marc your appreciation for his efforts. Remove your dress and bra NOW!”
“Yes Master,” I replied taking off the dress and un-clipping the bra to leave me stood in just my stockings, suspenders and heels. I confess I did enjoy Ryan’s low whistle of appreciation as his eyes devoured my body.
“I do like a slut in stockings and heels,” he intoned as he circled me giving me a slap on the arse as he moved behind me.
“A blowjob should do for now my slut,” Master stated.
Ryan dropped his trousers as I sank to my knees, my mouth watering in anticipation. I took his engorged cock in my mouth as Master chuckled. Ryan was holding my head as he fucked my mouth, occasionally releasing me so I could suck and lick his balls. Soon I could tell he was getting close to climax. “Take my load slut,” he yelled as he came straight down my throat. I swallowed all of his thick, salty, load as he rubbed his cock over my face.
Ryan thanked Master and asked that he have me back by six that evening to get me disguised and ready.
Our journey back home was a repeat of the outward journey with the exception that he had me give him car head. My arse in the air on view to passing vehicles. In a way it was less humiliating, for even though I could hear the odd car horn honking, my face was hidden from view. I was Sahabet Giriş delighted with myself that I succeeded in making Master cum before we were two thirds of the was home. He did have me hold his softening cock in my mouth, and keep my arse in the air, until we were just about to leave the dual carriageway.
Back at home I had a leisurely soak in the bath, shaved myself and then moisturised. I cleaned myself with an enema. I was surprised at just how incredibly horny I was.
Master sent me a text saying to be ready for pick up at five. I was to wear just heels, stockings and suspenders under a coat. The butt plug was to be in.
For the journey Master had me masturbating with a dildo but I was not allowed to climax, a few drivers did notice what I was doing, and Master had me smile and wave to them. We soon arrived at the venue, and I was ushered into a bedroom to get my disguise.
First of all, there was a red wig in a flapper bob cut style, Transfer tattoos were put on my breasts, “Cum lover” and “Dirty bitch.” A tramp stamp was put across the small of my back, “SLUT” in an ornate scroll. Further tattoos were placed on my bum cheeks saying, “Spank me,” and “Use this Pig.” Ryan elucidated that they would likely stay on for a few days. He reiterated that at the start of the party I would be tied over the trestle, legs apart and the curtains would be draped over my back. I would be wearing an O-ring gag, and my jewelled plug would be in place. A white board was to be placed in both areas stating the I was a “free use slut for abuse and using.” Also, that when used the user should mark this on the board. Ryan went on to say that at some point in the proceedings the plug would be removed to free up the last hole. I think I just nodded that I understood. Honestly, imagining the
situation had my blood rushing and my cunt swelling with moisture dripping down my
legs.
I was asked if I wanted to be blindfolded with a hood to further hide my identity, but I declined as I thought it would be claustrophobic. Also, I did not want to miss seeing
the boys who would be defiling me as the humiliation only served to increase my
arousal.
And so it was that an hour later I found myself disguised and restrained in student digs. People started arriving and I could hear mainly male voices, but with the occasional female voice too.
My arse was getting smacked every minute or so and I was hearing comments like, “skank,” “old slut,” and “big arse will ripple.” “Ryan wasn’t joking about the ‘entertainment’.” One of the girls said, “she’s old enough to be you guys mum,” which drew the response of, “hot arse on her though,” and a couple of solid slaps to me arse cheeks. I was so wet; it was an incredible turn on. Fingers entered me to the cry of, “The slut is soaking; this turns her on.” There was plenty of laughter. The comment about being someone’s mum set off mini alarms in my mind. What if my son was at this party? I knew it wasn’t practically possible as he was in Canada but…….! Restrained as I was, I knew I would be unable to prevent anything happening. I was degraded, humiliated, resigned to my fate, and it was such a massive turn on. The spanking alone almost had me cumming. ‘Am I a freak,’ I was thinking. What would my conservative friends think if they could see me?
Someone came into the utility area and before I really got a look at whom his cock was pushed into my mouth. He called out, “you can get a face fuck this side,” to cheers from behind me and more people entered the utility area.
I felt someone entering me, and a girls voice saying, “fuck her like a cheap tart Dave.” I think it was the girl that was spanking me as I was fucked roughly at both ends. The cock in my mouth ejaculated and he said, “thanks slut,” then wrote on my face with marker WHORE with the o ring forming the ‘O’. He was quickly replaced by a black lad. I couldn’t help thinking of my husband who, truth be known, is a closet racist, less closet these days. Here was his wife sucking a big black cock while cumming on an anonymous cock fucking her from behind, and she was simply loving it.
For the next hour to hour and a half I was, it seemed, constantly spit-roasted. Some coming on me, some in me. Sahabet Yeni Giriş A constant stream of derogatory comments was reaching my ears. My bum and boobs were spanked, and the girls seemed to enjoy tugging and twisting my nipples. I could feel cum running down my legs and my eyes were half glued shut and my face plastered in jism. I must have cum four or five times. It was like I was having an out of body experience, being fucked by unknown cocks was thrilling, in a way I wish the cocks in my mouth had been equally anonymous, then I would truly have been a set of ‘fuck holes’. Equally it was a joy to see the eager faces as they took my mouth.
The fucking stopped and Ryan came into the utility room. He removed the gag to let me have a drink, I was also given the chance to ease my legs for a while, but before long I was gagged and tied again. Ryan informed me that the person I had identified as Marc was at the party now. He also told me I that I was doing my Master proud, that I was an excellent ‘cum bucket’. I must admit that I felt proud of myself, proud that I had made so many young men climax. I knew in reality they had just used me as a spunk receptacle, but it was my body turning them on. Then he went on to say that he would be removing the plug shortly and to brace myself for ‘more fun’.
He disappeared and I soon felt him behind me, as he pulled out the plug, I heard him call out, “the slut’s final hole is now available!” There was a great cheer and suddenly I felt a cold liquid on my arsehole followed by a cock entering me. Someone was using something to fuck my pussy, my guess is it was a cucumber.
I had a bit of a panic when I saw the son of my friend at home enter the utility area, even more of a shock was he was with two other lads who I recognised as sons of friends at home. They were calling me, “old cum dump!” “Dirty married bitch,” and a “cum hungry whore.” I was so sure they would see through my disguise. They were dick slapping my face and fucking my mouth, and all the time my arse was getting fucked hard and objects were being used in my sloppy pussy. The lads were discussing if they were going to cum in my mouth or on my face. They decided each would pull out and aim at my mouth. I think 75% of their loads ended up on my face. I couldn’t help wondering what their mothers would think of me cock in mouth, arse getting fucked, objects used in my pussy, would they envy me or be shocked. The latter I believe but I just wanted more, more, more.
As time marched on some of the people using my mouth were taking delight in telling me they had just fucked my arse. The spit roasting was relentless, and again before they finished with me, I had cum a further five times at least. My nipples were mercilessly pinched and pulled, mainly by the few girls present egged on by the guys. I was getting called a “spunk covered strumpet,” a few had even called me, “fuck-pig.” I could not help but think, ‘yes that’s me, Vanessa the fuck-pig slut.’
I heard Ryan calling time on my use and then soon afterwards I was being released. As I stood up I could feel the cum that was pooled on my back, and over my buttocks, begin to drip down my aching legs. My jaw was aching and cum was dribbling from my nose.
The two white boards were set up for me to read. If they were to be believed I had sucked 22 cocks, 24 had used my pussy, and 28 my arse.
Comments included;
“Tight arse for old slut.” “Great cum bucket.” “Can we have her again?” “Old sluts are great sluts.” Secretly I was thrilled with what I read.
I heard Masters voice, “have you had a good time fuck-pig?” I nodded yes in reply and wondered how much he had witnessed.
Ryan said, “she was well worth it Mr Paul.” Had Master pimped me out to these university lads?
Wrapping me in a large bath robe Master led me to his car where I fell asleep and slept until he woke me as we pulled up at his house.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said as he led me into the house.
He let me soak in a hot bubble bath and was telling me I had done a good job, that he was very pleased with me. I had enhanced his reputation as a Master and my own as a submissive, fuck-pig, slut. He reminded me that the tattoos would take about five days to wear off so I would need to be careful around my husband or in changing rooms.
Later he took me home and told my he would have further adventures for me really soon.
I was shocked to find that I didn’t feel guilty and was excited about what Master had in store for me.
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