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ROLEPLAYING A SLUTWIFE
One of the best ways to warm up a woman into the concept of becoming a slutwife is roleplaying. Roleplaying can be a big turn on for both men and women and can be done pretty safely. It opens up the mind to possibilities and new concepts. As mentioned before, roleplaying can be used as a lead-up to asking her to become a slutwife.
Today we will talk about roleplaying, but this is not your normal roleplaying. this is roleplaying with a slight twist to it, you will roleplay being someone else while she remains the same person, your wife. The only role she will play is that she is herself as a slutwife. I say again, in the scenarios below, she is only roleplaying the role of herself as a slutwife, and not that she is someone else. That is, she remains your wife in each scenario, while you roleplay being someone else. These scenarios work best after you have told your wife you want her to be a slutwife, but they can work as a warm-up to asking her as well.
1. You Are Her Crush - As mentioned before, you should ask her and know who is her crush. This could be someone from her past or a celebrity. It doesn’t matter. You will roleplay that you are that person she has always had a crush on and create a scenario where your wife bumps into him in private. They will agree to meet at a hotel room alone. Her role will be to let loose for her crush and have the sex of her life with him. Constantly ask her to scream his name as you fuck or eat her out, and do not break out of character. While in character, tell her her husband is a lucky guy to have such a sexy slut for a wife. Once you are both done, have her leave the room and head home. You will wait for her at home and ask her how things went with her crush. Feel free to pleasure her again and tell her how much you enjoyed the experience.
2. She is an Escort - For this scenario, you have become completely dependent on her due to unforeseen circumstances, the entire family is in trouble, the economy collapsed, and she needs to go into prostitution or escorting to make things work. For her role as an escort, get a room and call her to hire her services. Ask her to dress extra slutty and go meet you at the room. Important, she must get there on her own, like an escort would, don’t give her a ride. You can watch her get dressed for her client, but you must be in the hotel room before her waiting for her. Once she gets there, remember that you are just a client. Ask for her name, ask her to model for you, and tell her what to do every step of the way. Ask her if she us married, has kids, etc., and if her husband knows she is an escort. Of course, give her a really good fucking. Have her do something she does not normally do for you as a husband, suck you, anal, etc., and have her scream your name as you fuck her (different name than your real name). Finish by telling her that you will be in town once or twice a month and that you will be hiring her services to perform that act she does not normally do for you as a husband. Have her set a date on her calender for her next appointment. She will drive herself home as an escort finishing her job, and you wait at home asking how things went.
3. She is a Prostitute - Similar to the escort, have her dress slutty again, only this time have her drive to some random street and stand in a corner. Let her embrace standing dressed sexy in a corner a few minutes before driving up and asking her for her name and prices. Ask her to model for you and what she does for different prices. Pick her up and drive her to a cheap motel. Have her get off and rent a room by herself looking like a prostitute. Proceed to giving her a good fucking as a client would fuck a street hooker. Ensure you have her do something she normally won’t do for you and have her scream your made up name as you fuck her. Once you are both completely satisfied, tell her she has been a good hoe for you and you will start picking her up in that corner a few times a month. Have her check out of the room as a slut and drop her off in her corner. Leave her there a few minutes as she waits for her next client. Scenario does not end until she gets home and tells you about her workday.
4. The Bar Hookup - For this scenario, she will dress sexy to go out to the bar/club in another city. She will hang out at the bar and hangout for a while while you watch from a distance. You will eventually approach and buy her a drink. Ask her name, where she is from, etc, while you give her your fake identity. You start flirting and feeling her up a bit, touch her, and make out with her. Take her to the backseat of your car and have her give you a blow job and eat her out. If feasible, fuck her in the backseat. If not, get a room. Scenario does not end until she gets home and tells you all about her night out.
5. The Student and Teacher - For this scenario, ask your wife if she ever had a crush on one of her teachers or who was her hottest one. Once she tells you about it, you will roleplay that she will be taking a few college courses. Of course, you are her teacher which happens to be her old teacher. Since she is failing, she must take extreme measures to ensure she passes. So the day of the scenario she will dress extra sexy for her class. She will approach you as her teacher and confess how hot she has always thought you were. Then she will ask if you (her teacher) have ever found her attractive which will be a yes. She will then proceed to getting on her knees and giving you a blow job while asking for your help with passing the class. You will receive the blowjob and tell her to meet you in a hotel room for personal tutoring. She will meet you in the hotel room dressed very sexy and have sex with you while screaming your name (teacher’s name). Once you are both satisfied, you will tell her she will continue to pass as long as she attends her scheduled tutoring sessions. The scenario does not end until she gets home and tells you all about her school day.
6. Boss and Secretary - For this scenario, you will ask for the name of her current boss. If she is unemplyed, she can use the name of any boss she had in the past and liked, or the name of your own boss. Again, dire circumstances have come to the family and she needs a job or promotion. She will wear her work attire but make is sexier and wear lingerie underneath. She will go and ask you (her boss) for what she needs and proceed to undress for him as she tells him how she is willing to do anything. You (the boss) will start feeling her up and get a blowjob from her. You will then ask her to meet you at a hotel to continue the conversation. She will meet you there and let you have you way with her as she screams the name of her boss. Once you get what you want, tell her she got the job/promotion but that she will need to be available to extra duties and overtime at work and the hotel room. The scenario does not end until she gets home and tells you how her work day went and what her new duties will be.
7. The Doctor and Patient - You are her doctor and she is your patient. She comes to your office because she seems to not be able to get pregnant and needs your help. She tells you of her family plans with her husband of having a baby but that she can’t seem to get pregnant. You (the doctor) will then proceed to asking her to undress and inspecting her body liberally. Touch her thighs, butt, boobs, everything. Have her sit and check her mouth, looking inside and putting your fingers inside of it to get a feel of her throat and gag reflex. Then you will move down to her breasts, asking her to remove her blouse and bra. Ask her to lift her breasts with her hands, to squeeze them, to pull them apart, pull them together, the proceed to groping them as you please. You will ask her questions about her breasts, as you grope them, like her current bra size, age she developed them, if she has ever lactated, etc then proceed to suck on each to check for any lactation. She will then remove her pants and panties and lay back and open her legs wide. You will then inspect her pussy, touching her clitoris, labia, and pushing fingers inside of her. Ask her questions about her sexual life as you probe her, how often she has sex, largest dick she has ever taken in her pussy, which areas she enjoys having touched more, how many fingers she can fit inside, etc. Eat her pussy and taste it to see if everything seems fine. After you are done, tell her she seems perfectly fit to be bred and it is likely her husband just hasnt been able to breed her. Tell her that you will start her on a breeding treatment immediately and she should see results soon if she commits to it. Once she accepts the treatment, proceed to fucking her. The scenario does not end until she gets home and tells you all about her doctor’s visit.
8. The Admirer - Most women have at least one man that likes them or wants to fuck them wether they are married or not. Odds are, she knows it too. This guy could be a friend, ex, coworker, neighbor, etc. you know guys out there want her and would fuck her. The mission here is knowing who seems the most obvious, that you and her recognize. Have her talk about if any guys have hit on her lately or someone who seems flirty or is always checking her out. Once you have identified who wants her, the scenario is simple. You will be out of town and your wife will then ask that admirer (you) to come keep her company. She will obviously dress in casual yet slutty clothes to wear for his stay. He is allowed to be as forward with her as he wants, and she is to remain flirty at all times. He may feel her up randomly around the house and she will let him, but no sex yet. They can go out, to the movies, dancing, to the mall, etc., but she will dress sexy for him and only acknowledge you (by his name). He is allowed to touch her freely at all times and she must remain flirty. At the end of the day, she will go to the guest bedroom wearing her sexiest lingerie and invite him to come over and sleep with her in her bed since her husband is gone. She will start by giving him a blowjob then letting him fuck her as much as he wants and thanking him for spending the night with her when her husband isn’t home. The next morning, she will have sex with him again and thank him again. The scenario does not end until you leave the house and come back later as her husband. She will tell you all about her day and night with her admirer.
These are a few roleplay scenarios to play with your wife that work well to her warming up to becoming a slutwife. As mentioned before, it is important that she remains herself during the scenarios while you roleplay being a completely different person. We finish each scenario with her coming hime to telling you about her experience to double up on the idea of her having had sex with another man, ensure she feels in role and sexualized all throughout the experience of being with another man, and to ensure her that her sleeping with other men is something you both and enjoy as a sexual adventure without drama.
These scenarios are designed to give her a feel a being sexual with other men under different circumstances as well as using her sexuality to get what she wants. They should start to ease her into the possibilities and open her up to acting out more fantasies (and realities) involving her and other men. In essence, she is practicing her life as a slutwife.
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I met this incredible man, I was crazy about him. He was tender and loving and the sex was amazing. When he asked me to marry him I was happier than I had ever been. It was a short whirlwind romance but my friends were envious and my family was thrilled and I was in love with him. I painstakingly planned every detail. I couldn’t wait. I never dreamed that my perfect day, my perfect life was about to turn into my biggest nightmare.
There were things happening behind the scenes I was never aware of. He wanted a quick wedding and I worked so hard to make everything happen, he allowed me to have everything I ever wanted, expense was no object, he was a powerful man and anytime I ran into an issue getting what I wanted he would handle it. People always did his bidding. Little did I know it was all a lie.
The day of the wedding was here after only a short 6 week engagement and I thought every little thing was going to be perfect. He told me he didn’t want me worrying about anything my only job was to pamper myself today and be ready to walk down the aisle. His only request was I spend the day getting ready alone. This seemed strange not to be able to do this with my family and friends but he was sure people would bring stress and he just wanted me to be happy. How could I deny him the only thing he ever asked for. Before I set out to get ready he took my phone. He said I didn’t need to field phone calls about ridiculous things he would handle everything.
The truth was any arrangements he “handled” for me never got made, he cancelled details I arranged, he told all of our family and friends we decided to elope and uninvited them…. Well most of them. He’s so charming they were nothing but happy for us and didn’t question him. Even if they had he had my phone and I couldn’t deny what he was saying.
I glanced at the clock, 20 minutes until I walk down the aisle. The dress was perfection, form fitted, strapless, stunning. My hair in long dark curls, my makeup just the way he likes it, no vail he said he didn’t want anything covering my face and hair, the beautiful white lingerie he bought me under, the most gorgeous shoes that ever graced my feet. I felt fantastic.
The door opened and I turned to see who it was. The photographer …. But this wasn’t the one I had hired. He explained about a conflict and how my future husband had handled it and hired him. That sounds like something he would do. He took some pictures and set up a video camera, he had papers in his hand and explained to me he wanted a picture of me signing the marriage certificate, my groom already had. I thought this was strange because we weren’t married yet but it’s just a formality anyways it was going to get signed either way. So without further thought I signed it and smiled for the picture he wanted. He folded the certificate and placed it in an envelope and slid it into his back pocket. This is the moment everything changed …..
His smile turned dark and he slowly moved towards me with a purpose that left me feeling anxious and unsure, I backed up a step and his smile widened. He was enjoying my uncertainty, fear started to claw its way up my spine. I backed up again and ran into the dresser behind me. That’s when he struck. He hand snaked out so fast and slapped me hard across the face making me squeal in surprise and pain. He grabbed a fistful of my hair before I had time to react and drug me towards the bed in my room throwing me onto it. I tried to crawl away but he was fast and strong, crawling his way up my body and pinning my arms under his knees. He unzipped his pants and pulled his already hard cock out, leaning forward he forced his way into my mouth. I screamed and begged and pleaded but those noises quickly turned to muffled cries around a mouth full of cock. He leaned further in and pressed his hips forward until I was choking on his cock. His cock buried in my throat he started thrusting his hips, harder and faster, fucking my face until tears welled up in my eyes and ran down my face. I choked hard on the length of his cock but he ignored it. He fucked my throat so hard it felt raw and then he dumped a load of cum down my throat. He crawled off me unceremoniously and zipped up his pants.
“Get up and fix yourself whore you’re not going down the aisle like that”
I cried …. “I’m calling the police”
He laughed and laughed some more
“You dumb cunt, you can’t call anyone. And if you’re not out there on time I will drag you down the aisle myself. Your future husband is one of my oldest friends he’ll never believe you over me. But he may not marry your worthless ass if you tell him you were in here sucking off my cock before you married him. So clean up and get the fuck out there”
I laid there in stunned silence for a while. Then I got up and did what I was told. I didn’t know what else to do. I stood at the doors to the ballroom waiting for my escort, my parents were gone, I was being walked down the aisle by an old friend. When he saw me he knew I had been crying.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing, just emotional today.”
He smiled at me, it looked like a smirk like he knew I was lying and was … happy? About it. I’m probably overthinking it, why would he know anything, I’m being paranoid.
“Ready to do this?”
“Yes”
The doors open and it took a minute to register my shock. Nothing was set up how I wanted it, it was a bare room full of only men standing in a line making a makeshift aisle. I turned to my friend not understanding and he laughed
“Fuck I always knew you were stupid but you should see the dumb look on your face right now”
I tried to pull back but he shoved me into the room causing me to trip. I fell to my hands and knees and to my horror caught the flash of the camera going off. He grabbed a fistful of hair and half drug me as I tried to crawl to keep up down the “aisle” through my screams he just kept moving. He yanked me up onto my knees to look up at my future husband. He smiled an evil smile down at me, I’ve never seen this before from him. His voice was harsh
“Thank him for walking you down the aisle cunt”
I reeled in shock at the way he spoke to me. My hesitation earned me a hard backhanded slap to the face.
“Do as your told cunt”
I sobbed out “thank you” I had no idea what was happening.
He hit me again, even harder this time.
“I will beat it out of you if I have to you worthless whore, look at him and thank him”
I turned to look at him and that’s when I realized his cock was out and standing at attention inches from my face. I looked back at him
“No, you can’t be serious”
“Bitch, I fucking own you, that contract you signed gives me complete power over you, you will do what I say, I’m within my rights to beat you if necessary”
“What are you taking about” I cried
“God you’re fucking stupid, do you think I would actually marry you? No. What you signed is a slave contract, it’s legal and binding and ignoring my orders is punishable by severe beatings. I OWN YOU. So you can suck his dick or he can fuck your whore mouth but either way it’s happening”
The room erupted into cheers and I became hyper aware of the room full of men who was watching this happen.
No family, no friends, no one to save me, my eyes went wild darting around the room looking for a friendly face. Sadly in this moment I realized the people I know who had been invited still were more than happy to watch me become a slave to this man. My panicked search of the room earned me another hard slap, I cried out in pain and felt dizzy, in my disoriented state he grabbed the back of my head and pushed my head down on my friends hard waiting cock. The last thing I mumbled was “please no” before speaking became impossible. This was no simple blow job I was force fed his cock deep into my throat his hand keeping constant pressure on the back of my head. His hips thrusting forward for a brutal face fucking, my second of the day. Between the two of them there was no escape. I sobbed around his cock and he groaned.
“Fuck yes bitch, cry harder”
The fact that this man, this man I considered one of my best friends, that I asked to walk me down the aisle had turned on me so completely and he was enjoying my situation so much as they repeatedly thrust his cock all the way down my throat made me cry harder. When he groaned and ground my face against his pelvis I knew he was going to cum and I tried so hard to pull away but I was no match for them.
“I want you to taste me whore”
He pulled out just enough to cum on my tongue before demanding I swallow. The flash of the camera went off in my face as I did, he stepped back and zipped up his pants shaking his head in disgust at me. I dropped my head and sobbed pleading again
“Please don’t do this to me”
My “groom”, I don’t even know what to call him anymore, laughed as he finally let go of the back to my head
“This is already done cunt”
“Please, I love you, please dont do this Jason”
He laughed again … “Oh fuck” he laughed harder “I don’t love you, I don’t even like you enough to keep you to myself, you’re just pretty enough to turn into a common free use whore. For now on slave you only refer to me as Master” his eyes were dark and menacing and for the first time I genuinely was afraid of this man.
He grabbed my hair again and yanked me to my feet, pain screamed through my scalp causing me to cry out. He snapped out
“Shut the fuck up”
My fear had me obeying. A frightening large man stepped forward and addressed him
“Jason, are you ready to make this official?”
“Yes, let’s get it over with, I have more important things to do then waste my time on her”
He looked to the photographer … “Contracts?”
The photographer handed them over and he verified that I had in fact signed it. My mind spun as I realized I didn’t even know what was in it. He nodded his satisfaction, folded them up and slid them into his pocket.
“I will keep this in a safe place so there’s no chance of the contact being altered or destroyed. As outlined in the contact Jason you understand your duty to train her through any means necessary to be the best whore she can be. You understand this cunt is no longer a person, it is an object you own, a toy to play with and break as you see fit and it should not be treated like a person. It’s sole purpose is to provide pleasure to you and any men you deem worthy. You understand your are responsible for keeping it alive, you must feed it; though what you feed it is your choice, you must keep it hydrated by any means necessary, you must exercise it and keep limber and ready for use. At the very least you must hose it down at least once a week so it doesn’t disgust men. Otherwise you are free to use and abuse it in any way you like. Do you understand your responsibility’s to this cunt?”
“Yes I do”
“Cunt, do you understand no one gives a shit what you want or need and your will serve this superior man and all off his needs, until he decides he no longer wants you at which point he will decide if he wishes to sell you to a new owner or dispose of you in some other way. You no longer have rights and will not be treated as a person, you are now a nameless set of holes and tits to be used and abused for his pleasure. You will suffer in unimaginable ways and obey all orders. Your attempt at refusing any order is grounds for severe beatings until you comply. You understand he is responsible for keeping you alive only.”
“No, ple…..”
The word is cut off by a hard stinging slap from this frightening man that seemed to fill the room and make my head spin”
“Try again”
“Please”
This slap was delivered hard enough to knock me to the ground. He placed a large booted foot on my neck making me gasp for air and attempt to push his foot away. He applied more pressure until the lack of air had the whites of my eyes turning red and my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Do you understand cunt?”
I cried without answering, he looked towards the man I thought I loved who referred to himself as my Master and growled out an order …
“Break her”
His answering smile was sinister … “With great pleasure”
Cheers of excitement went up around the room again. He removed his booted foot from my neck and I gasped for air. I was yanked back to my feet and shoved into the wall, my head bouncing off of it and I cried out again. I tried begging again
“Please don’t, please just let me go, please”
He wrapped a hand around my throat and pulled a knife from his pocket. He placed the blade against my cheek, I held my breath and went completely still. He trailed it down my cheek and over my neck. My body trembled in fear as tears rolled down my face. A camera flashed again capturing my terror in the moment forever.
His knife caught the front of the most beautiful dress I had ever worn and he unceremoniously cut it open, pulling my tits out and running his blade over the sheer lace strapless bra he had given me. He leaned in and whispered in my ear
“I will turn this pretty lingerie red with your blood if I have too”
My legs started to give out as fear took such a strong hold on my mind. He tightened his hand and ordered me to stay.
“If you don’t want to bleed then don’t move and don’t say a word, I don’t care if I cut you.”
He released my throat and I held myself perfectly still, pressing back against the wall as he cut the rest of the dress away and tossed it aside. Tears rolled down my face for the loss of the dress and everything today was meant to be.
He stepped back and took in the sight of me, hair a mess from being used as a handle so many times and drug around by it, face streaked with tears and mascara, cheeks red from all the slapping, lipstick smeared by the face fucking, lips parted, eyes wild with fear, dirt on my neck from the mans boot, chest heaving with labored breathing, pristine white sheer and lace strapless bra with matching thong that left nothing to the imagination, 5” heels, clean unmarked skin. He smiled a charming smile I’ve seen a million times but now it increased my heart rate. He stepped to the side without a word and the camera flashed and clicked a dozen times.
When he stepped back in front of me the charming smile had been replaced by hard flat dark eyes and a sneer
“You should have just said yes”
He unbuckled his belt and I closed my eyes trying to disappear into the wall behind me. The sound the belt made coming out of the loops will be forever ingrained in my mind as the last moment of thinking I had a chance to find a way out of this. My scream was ear splitting when the belt lashed out cutting through the air and landing with a harsh thud across my tits. I tried to protect myself, I tried to put my hands up, I fell to the floor and curled into a ball, it didn’t matter how much I screamed or begged or cried each hit stung more than the last. My entire body was covered in angry red welts and throbbing in pain. He showed no mercy like he was taking out every ounce of frustration he had ever felt on my body. I rolled away as best I could, he placed a foot on the back of my head and beat my ass with the belt until the skin finally split. Only at the sight of the blood did he finally take his foot and roll me onto my back, my eyes were flat as the belt was raised I didn’t flinch away from it in fear. He stalked around my body and I didn’t even try to track him with my eyes. He kicked my legs open and still I did nothing. Then the belt landed hard across my cunt pulling a hoarse scream from my lips that ended on a pathetic moan of pain. I had no fight left.
“Get up cunt”
I laid there in a daze, when he smacked my cunt with the belt again I finally rolled to my knees. As I started to get up he put his foot against my side and pushed so I fell over again.
“I said get up cunt”
I tried again, he pushed me over again. It was a game that made everyone laugh. He finally allowed me up on my knees and ordered me to stay. The menacing man returned, took my chin in his hand and forced me to look into his eyes.
“I’ll ask you again…. Do you understand?”
I glance at the man calling himself my master, I feel broken, I don’t know if I have fight left in me, I want this to be over. He licks his lips with a giddy grin
“Go ahead and say no, I dare you”
Weakly I drag my eyes back to this large frightening man and reply with barely a whisper “yes”
He stepped away and my master wrapped a collar around my throat, locked into place and handed the man the key to be kept with the contract. He then attached a leash and turned to the crowd of men. A cheer went up around the room and cameras flashed.
“Congratulations cunt … now let’s celebrate”
The Celebration ….. he drug me crawling by my leash to the center of the room and ordered me into my feet. Men were crowding in towards us and my body tensed.
“Relax cunt”
Like his words could do anything to relax me. I was picked up, laid down on and strapped down to a table. A man came over and sat down next to me with a tattoo gun in his hand, confusion filled my eyes.
“You will wear my mark forever”
The words Property of Master J were tattooed across my tender rib cage and covered to be protected.
“If you are ever allowed in public this tattoo will be on display, no one will doubt who or what you are. You will not hide yourself from anyone. Ever.”
The tattoo hurt so much on my aching skin but my cries fell on deaf ears. While I was getting marked for him a beautiful blonde came in the room. He made a show of fucking her, she moaned and screamed in ecstasy, I knew what she was feeling, the sex was incredible with him. I thought to myself well at least I have that. She came on his cock and as her body was still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm he looked at me and smiled
“Too bad for you, you’ll never have an orgasm again, you’ll only get to watch other woman have them. Your body is for use now not pleasure”
I didn’t even know how to react I just stared in shock as he groaned and pumped a load of cum inside her pussy. After a moment she climbed up on the table and straddled my face his cum dripping out of her onto my face.
“Clean up my pussy bitch”
She rubbed her messy pussy all over my face, I couldn’t move away and didn’t react. Until he slapped my aching cunt hard and ordered me too. I already knew trying not to would lead to a beating so I did the only thing I could do. I ate his cum out of her sloppy pussy and licked her clean, causing her to orgasm again on my face. She climbed off me and kissed him.
“See you later baby, have fun with your new toy”
And she left the building. I couldn’t even manage to process what was happening. But I was being untied and I was so grateful for that I immediately forgot about it. As I climbed down off the table he pushed me to my knees and ordered me to clean his cock. I did without hesitation this time. He pulled me back to my feet and pushed me into the circle of men.
“Have fun boys, and don’t be gentle, teach this whore what she’s made for”
Fear claws through my body making me feel flush with heat, my heart raced, I begged them not too, but no one listens. There are hands everywhere, so many hands, slapping at my body, ripping the lingerie off, pushing inside my cunt and ass and mouth. In less than a minute I was bent forward with a cock forced into my mouth as someone pushed inside my unprepared ass. My screams of pain only caused them to fuck me harder. My holes used roughly, a reminder from my master not to let me cum, they edged me mercilessly at one point I actually begged for an orgasm, which caused laughter and taunting. They tossed me around like a rag doll for fun, they stuffed all my holes full of cocks and raped me for hours on end. I lost track of time, I felt sick, my body hurt so much, my holes were raw, my throat so sore it felt like it was on fire. I was vaguely aware of him checking in with men to see if everyone had a turn yet. Every time I heard a no my stomach turned, I knew they would all get a chance.
When the last man emptied a load of cum inside my aching ass they unceremoniously dropped me to the floor. More flashes, my destruction still being documented. By the time they all had a turn my body was leaking cum from every hole, I was soaked in cum and sweat and, I was bleeding and unable to cry anymore tears, my face was a mess of cum and drool and dried tears, makeup smeared and ruined. My eyes were flat and far away looking, like I was lost in a haze trying to block out the brutal way they would use my body, the pain radiating through me and the humiliation that felt as though I could drown in it. Or made me wish I would.
As I lay on the floor a broken mess my master came and stood over me, his cock out and hard after watching me be raped for hours I watched as he stroked his cock and looked down on me like a piece of trash. I didn’t even flinch away as he started to cum and coated my face with it.
“How does it feel to know you fucked 30 guys tonight and the man you thought you would marry didn’t even fuck you, he fucked someone worthy of his cock instead. How does it feel whore?”
I just stared blankly back at him. I had no words.
“You loved it didn’t you slut? Look at this filthy wet cunt. I heard you beg to cum. You liked it didn’t you? Worthless fucking whore.”
I still have no answer I just stare with flat eyes.
“You still with me whore? Don’t you have anything to say you disgusting cum rag?”
Nothing.
He laughs at how broken I am
“Maybe this will wake you up”
I didn’t even have time to process what he was saying before a warm stream of piss hit me right between the eyes. I closed my eyes and let the humiliation wash over me like his piss. How did this happen? How did I end up a beaten, raped, cum filled, piss whore?
He turns to the crowd …
“What do you think gentlemen is this party over?”
Boos and resounding no’s fill the room.
“Or is it just getting started?”
A chorus of fuck yeahs and excited cheering replace the disappointment from a moment earlier.
“Then someone clean this piece of trash up so she’s worth using again”
I was dragged outside by the leash around my neck. It was so cold, I always wanted a winter wedding. The cold of the snow bites into my hands and knees. A foot against my ass pushes hard making me fall forward. A man takes a handful of hair and grinds my face into the snow, flips me over on my back and packs snow on my cunt and ass rubbing harshly. The cold against my aching body both is a relief and torturous at the same time. Helping to sooth some of the pain is what I choose to focus on. A minute later a cold stream of water is blasted into the center of my chest. Someone has turned a hose on me. I try to escape the cold stream of water but my pitiful attempts are stopped at every turn by a man. My body shakes uncontrollably, my teeth chatter, the cold is so cold now it hurts. After a few minutes of unbearable torture I sob again right as the door opens.
“Bring her in men”
I’m lifted off the ground by two men who have my arms and legs and carried inside and dropped on the floor. Not set down just dropped, landing with a hard thud I groaned in pain. The warmth of the room makes my entire body start to sting like someone is poking me with needles. It’s so painful.
“Doesn’t it feel good to be clean cunt?”
My body shakes violently from the cold and he laughs. How is that sound so evil now? I used to love his laugh. I don’t speak, silence is my only salvation right now. I try curling into a ball hoping to warm up as I watch him with pleading eyes.
“You look like you want something cunt, what is it?”
I debate not answering but can’t help myself I’m desperate, I’ve had nothing all day
“So thirsty”
“Then ask for what you want you dumb cunt, did you forget how to use your words? And address me properly”
I swallow hard … “May I have a drink please … Master”
“That’s better cunt. Gentlemen this cunt is thirsty, who has a proper drink for her?”
A man walks over with a drink in his hand and my master orders me to my knees and tells me open my mouth and close my eyes. I expect the drink to be poured into my mouth or something he may find entertaining. I know they’re all drinking and alcohol is probably a bad idea but could be a blissful escape as well. What I got was a shockingly warm stream of piss hitting my tongue. I immediately closed my mouth and turned away choking. This earned me another hard slap from my master before he moved behind me pried my mouth open and inserted a ring gag.
“Don’t you disrespect my friends cunt, the man offered you a drink and you will swallow every drop he is gracious enough to give you.”
This time I have no choice but to let his piss fill my mouth. My master demands I swallow and what choice do I have? I swallowed and the crowd laughed at my obvious disgust. One of the drunk guests came rushing over excited …
“Look what I got!”
He had a toilet seat in his hand and dropped it over my head as he laughed, clearly thinking he was hilarious and others joined in on the joke calling me their party toilet. My master tied my arms behind my back and left me in the middle of the room like this. Drinks flowed freely and as bladders filled men relieved themselves into my open mouth letting piss overflow and run over my body, forcing me to swallow, pissing in my hair and on my face and body. As awful as it was I was grateful that their piss was warmer then the snow and cold water they used on me. My stomach cramped from the amount of piss I had ingested, I felt sick, my jaw hurt from being pried open for so long. Tears rolled down my face at my helpless situation.
The room quieted for a moment and people started moving in one direction. I wasn’t sure what was happening until I realize they had seated themselves around a long table and dinner was being served. My stomach rumbled at the smell of the food gaining my masters attention. He got up from his place at the head of the table, obviously the guest of honor tonight and made his way to me.
“Hungry cunt?”
I nodded my head and watched him. Surely he would at least allow me to eat. He walked away and came back and dropped a metal dog dish in front of me. He pulled the toilet seat off from around my neck, removed the gag and released my arms. The blood flowing back made them tingle painfully. I rubbed at them trying to get feeling back. He kicked my knees apart.
“Preform for us while we eat whore, if you can edge that needy cunt to a dripping mess you’ll get dinner. And you will eat whatever goes in this bowl, once we’re done if you’ve done a good enough job we’ll see if there’s table scraps left for you cunt”
I watched the table of men turn their eyes towards me and watch expectantly. With no other option I could see I started rubbing my clit.
“Better do better than that cunt”
I turned my mind off and preformed like a filthy whore, playing with my tits, rubbing my cunt, pushing fingers inside myself, moaning. As men finished they came over to stand around me and watch, giving orders and instructions, egging me on to be more and more filthy. I figured I must have done a decent job because Master walked over with his plate and scraped the leftovers into the bowl. It was humiliating to think I was going to have to eat scraps out of this dish like nothing more than a common animal, but I was feeling so weak, the only thing in my stomach all day has been piss and cum. No silverware. I tentatively reached for a scrap out of the dish only to have my hand slapped away.
“No one gave you permission to eat cunt”
I looked up at him with desperate eyes “please Master”
He grinned down at me … “that sounds so natural coming from your mouth already. But no not yet”
I bowed my head and he caught my chin and dragged my face back up to look at him and his hand slid the zipper of his pants down.
“Suck my cock like it’s the single most important thing you’ve ever done and maybe I’ll let you eat if you do a good enough job”
I was getting over my embarrassment at being watched while I preform after all I’ve been through I leaned forward and swallowed is cock, sucking hard and deep, letting my tongue explore the bottom side of his cock, pressing my nose flat against him and taking every inch. I sucked his dick and let myself drool and choke and make a mess and he throbbed in my mouth. He groaned and I sucked harder knowing he was close. At the last second he pulled out and stroked his cock letting his cum coat the food in the bowl and my stomach turned. I felt defeated.
“Hands behind your back cunt”
I crossed them behind my back and dropped my head to my chest.
“Decent show of submission finally cunt, maybe you can be taught. Before I decide if you get to eat move back and let me see if you managed to make your disgusting cunt drip on the floor.
I didn’t speak just moved backwards and held the position. He put his hand on the back of my neck and urged me down.
“Lick that disgusting mess up”
He placed his foot at the back of my head when I hesitated
“Now cunt”
I licked, I felt this horrible sense of dread that I was licking my own juices off the floor. But I did it. As I finished he slid the bowl closer with his foot. So my face was hovering just over the bowl.
“Now keep your hands there and eat it all like the dumb bitch you are. Show me you can be a good pet and you’ll eat tomorrow. Fail to clean that bowl of every scrap and drop of cum and you won’t. Move your hands and I’ll beat you.”
When I thought I couldn’t be any further humiliated he proved me wrong. I didn’t want to eat like this, like an animal, my food covered in cum, to the calls of men calling me a stupid bitch and lower than a dumb dog. But I did, I managed to eat every scrap in fear of not being fed again. As I licked the last of the bowl clean the men laughed and taunted me. My master grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, shoving his cock deep in my throat
“Time for a drink to wash it all down cunt”
He released a stream of piss straight down my throat while holding me tight against him. He finished, pulled out of my mouth, placed a foot in the center of my chest and pushed me over sprawling backwards.
“Keep your mouth open whore. Anyone needing to take a piss do it now”
I closed my eyes as my mouth was filled again and my entire body covered in the piss of multiple men.
“Someone clean this nasty bitch up again, it’s still early”
I tried to scramble away begging
“Please master, please don’t make me go outside again, it’s so cold, please i’ll do anything”
“You’ll do anything anyways cunt because I own you. Now shut the fuck up”
I dropped my head again, resigned to my fate.
This time when they drug me outside they hosed me down quickly and brought me back inside they took me to the room I got ready in. Laid out on the bed was a fresh set of black lingerie and heels. The two men gave me instructions
“You have 20 minutes to get ready, hair and makeup and dressed, he wants you to look pretty when you come out. Trust me you don’t want to be late.”
The door shut behind them as they walked out. I heard the lock click and looked around the room. For the first time noticing there are no windows. But I was blissfully alone for 20 minutes. I quickly made my way into the bathroom thankful to at least be able to do this alone. Back into the main room I wrapped myself in a blanket and turned the blow dryer on high. The heat was heavenly. My body finally stopped shaking as my hair dried. I managed my hair and makeup in less than 15 minutes, a feat I had never accomplished before. I could see bruises forming on my jaw but thankfully the makeup covered them so far. I stood in front of the mirror and took stock of my bartered body. The welts from the beating with the belt were starting to fade some but I could still feel every one of them. I could tell spots were going to bruise, I bruised so easily. The worst seemed to be from the beating my ass took. It was so tender. But the worse ache was in my over used holes, though surprisingly my throat wasn’t as sore as before. I assume the large amount of liquids I swallowed helped sooth it some.
I glanced at the clock. 2 minutes left. I slipped into the lingerie quickly and hurried to the door. Still locked. At exactly 20 minutes I heard a timer go off and the door opened. Thankfully I was ready. My master stood on the other side of the door. And nodded his approval
“On your knees whore, for now on you crawl unless I tell you otherwise”
I sunk to my knees, he took my leash and led me back into the main room. I stopped short when I saw the large frame in the center of the room now with cuffs and bars attached. I knew what it was, I knew my wrists were going in those cuffs spreading my arms out wide from my body and above my head, my ankles would go on either end of the wide bar into the cuffs, making my body form a spread eagle x shape. Next to it a rolling board with a number if tools attached to hooks, all on display. Every single one looking more painful then the last.
“On your feet now cunt”
“Please Master, my body hurts so much already, please no more”
“I decide when you’re done cunt, I said on your feet.”
Still I hesitated, two men step forward and I quickly scrambled up onto my feet. He laughed
“That’s what I thought”
Then walked me back and attached my ankles first, pulling up painfully to allow my wrists to be attached. My body felt stretched and I could feel the cuffs cutting into my skin.
“Cunt …. Do you know what it’s like to be a superior man? How hard we have it, being a rich powerful man is hard work. See when men need some stress relief the best way to get it is to beat and rape a worthless cunt. That’s all you are now.”
“Please no” my pathetic plea is ignored
“And these men had a hard week being men, and need to release those frustrations. So they’re going to do that on your body. But I’ll tell you what cunt …. We’ll make a deal.”
I looked at him suspiciously and he smiled back
“When they’re done beating you, they’ll only fuck it if it’s wet”
My face must have showed my relief an instant before I registered what they were going to beat me. He laughed again at the various emotions crossing my face. He grabbed a chair sat back and prepared to watch. As soon as he sat down a man stepped in front of me and my body began to tremble. He started by groping my body, pulling the bra down and playing with my tits, squeezing, pinching, pulling hard on my nipples until I cried out in pain. Then walking around behind me and slapping my ass, it already felt practically raw from the beating with the belt and number of times it had been fucked. He moved in front of me slid his hand down my panties and roughly shoved two fingers inside me. My cunt hurt so much still I immediately started to cry.
“Aww look she’s already crying and we’re just getting started”
My master responds “Stop fucking around you can play with the dumb bitch later, hurt the cunt”
He pulled his fingers out and reached for an instrument, I watched I in horror as he grabbed a long leather whip, stepped back further and swung hard. It cracked against my skin causing me to scream. Which encouraged him. To lash out again and again. The front of my body being covered in marks from the whip. I tried so hard to twist away to attempt to protect myself but it was useless. He took no mercy on me I could see him getting more and more worked up like he was angry, the hits came faster and harder until he was breathing hard and he finally refocused on me, seeing his handy work. One last whip had skin breaking on my stomach and blood starting to drip down my body. He stepped away setting the whip aside
“Fuck I do feel so much better. Who’s next?”
Two men stepped forward at the same time and my Master commented
“Go ahead you can do it together, release your frustrations. Work been stressful? Some woman giving you problems? Angry at someone? Take it all out on her body, that’s what she’s here for.”
One grabbed a flogger and the other a wood paddle with holes in it. Positioned in front of and behind me. The man behind me swung that paddle like it was a baseball bat, landing hard against my ass. I screamed and tried to arch away, as I did the man in front of me swung the flogger and caught it right across my tits. Back and forth they took turns, ass, tits, ass, tits my screams only egging them all on and making other men clammer for a turn. It quickly became a free for all, handing tools off, new ones picked up, some used their hands, to slap, pinch, some even punched me in the stomach and one even kicked me in the cunt. I would have been doubled over from the pain if it was possible. My ankles and wrists were raw from pulling against the bindings. My makeup streaked my face again running down with my tears. Beer bottles were shoved inside my holes and I was fucked mercilessly with them. My clit was pinched and slapped. My panties were cut off and shoved in my mouth, they took no care with the knife and knicked my skin more than once, my face slapped so many times I’m sure it would be a solid bruise. I had never been in such agony in my life. Finally I hung limp against my restraints and my master called a pause
“Ok men, maybe she’s had enough beatings for now”
I cried in relief but the men grumbled
“Does anyone feel like they didn’t get the chance to release their frustrations?”
A mumble of no’s went around the room the large menacing man from earlier stepped forward, no one questioned him. He wrapped a hand around my throat and pulled me up to standing again
“Do you understand your place now cunt? Do you understand your inferior to men, all men. Your job is to take their frustrations, to make them feel better, if they’re not releasing them on your body, you are failing. And failing is not an option. Can your stupid little inferior mind understand that now?”
Weakly I nodded my head. He slapped me so hard my teeth jarred and I could feel blood pool in my mouth.
“Speak you worthless whore”
“Yes” I mumbled around the panties
He slapped me again splitting my lip
“Try again”
“Yes Sir”
“That’s better. Now that you understand that I believe your master made a deal with you.”
“Yes sir”
My master stepped in front of me and pulled the panties out he ran the back of his hand gently down my cheek, I actually sighed at the tender touch. He pulled his hand away and showed me.
“Do you see that?”
“Yes master”
“Tears. Tears are wet.”
Before I could respond he shoved his fingers in my battered cunt and fucked me hard with them, then rubbed them around my cunt and ass. Then shoved them in my mouth to clean.
“Looks like your cunt and ass are wet too. You are a disgusting cock whore. Guess they get to fuck all your holes.”
“Please master I can’t, I can’t take anymore”
His backhand was harsh snapping my head to the side. He grabbed my hair and made me look at him.
“No. One. Fucking. Cares.”
He released me and I fell to the floor in a heap of exhaustion and extreme pain.
“Men, make this the most brutal rape we’ve ever orchestrated. If she passes out keep fucking her. We have this room until morning. I challenge you to see if all of you can cum in every hole she has before morning.”
They cheered excitedly
“Go”
It was like an attack by a pack of wild animals. They bit, sucked, slapped, clawed, at my body, my holes were all full of cock, at some point they tried fitting two cocks in all my holes. They took great pleasure in tossing me around, forcing their way inside me, using my hands, scooping cum out of my cunt and ass and feeding it to me. With this many men there were not even short reprieves, they laughed at my suffering, as they stretched me out they berated me for being gaped like a whore, when I would get close to cumming they would slap my cunt over and over and tell me women don’t deserve pleasure then someone would edge me again. My body just reacted I couldn’t help it. They told me how disgusting I was for being wet. They rubbed their feet on my body making me dirty from their shoes. They sat on my face and made me eat their asses while they bounced their cocks off my forehead, they choked me saying it made my holes tighter when I passed out they would fuck me harder and slap me until I woke up. They pissed in my holes. It was the worst experience of my life. They accomplished what my master wanted which means I must have taken at least 90 loads of cum.
At some point the sun started to come up and they grew tired, the last man fed his cum straight into my mouth. Then spit in my face. I couldn’t move or speak, I had no tears left to cry, my eyes were flat and staring off in the distance. Just a Broken Doll.
“Got any fight left in you cunt?”
I stared blankly. He kicked me.
“Answer me”
I couldn’t. He moved away and came back with a bucket of water and dumped it over my body. Still I didn’t move. He brought a large bowl of ice water and set it by my head, rolled me onto my stomach, pulled my head up by my hair slid the bowl directly under me and plunged my face into. Drowning is my biggest fear. This woke me up and I tried to fight, he kept my face down in it until I was wildly thrashing the pulled it out. I gasped for air and had a fit of coughing.
“Answer me or I will drown you”
“No Master, no fight left, please ….”
I didn’t even know what I was asking for. But he nodded his head. The big man returned and clapped him on the back.
“Great work tonight I think this cunt understands her place and that she’s only good for being beaten and draining men’s balls now. Don’t you cunt?”
“Yes sir”
“Good, why don’t you take her home and put her to bed”
That sounded like heaven. The men filed out shaking hands with my master thanking him for a fun evening, he made promises to do it again soon, some stopped to spit on or kick me one last time before they left. Once the room was empty he grabbed me by my hair and drug me back to the room I had gotten ready in. On the floor was an open suitcase. He folded my body into and zipped it closed. Then rolled me out to the car. I felt it being picked up and then it clattered into what I assume was the trunk by the slamming sound that followed. I passed out.
When we arrived at his home he unzipped the suitcase and drug me out of the trunk pushing me to my hands and needs and making me crawl into the house naked except for the collar and leash. We walked through the kitchen and he opened the pantry door moved a few items and to reveal the door at the back. My mind screamed what the hell?! But before I could voice it he unlocked it with a key and was dragging me down the stairs. In the center of the dark cold room was a chain attached to the floor with something awful looking attached. He pushed me down and inserted that contraption in my cunt. Then twisted. Pure agony shot through my body as the metal pear expanded inside me.
“Don’t try to go anywhere that will rip you clean open if it pulls out. He walked to a table grabbed two bowls and dropped them next to me. He came back again with a single piece of bread in his hand and pulled his cock out. He stroked it until he came and coated the bread. Dropping it in one of the bowls, then pissed in the other.
“If you get hungry or thirsty that’s what you get to eat or drink, but I could give a shit if you have either, my obligation is to feed and water you like an animal if you’re too stupid to eat it or drink it you can die in here for all I care. But make no mistake whore until the time you do die I will beat you, I will rape you, I will whore you out to other men because you are useless and have no value to me. Get some rest, you’re going to need it.”
With that he walked back up the stairs plunged the room into darkness and locked the door behind him. And I cried myself to sleep.
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Training Challenge for celebrating 4K followers!
Yayyy!😋 I want to continue my path from a hardcore feminist to an exfeminist submissive girly fun slut. Similar to last time, I’m ready for a new challenge!! Can you plz plz plz help me with my training? I will post about my experiences doing the tasks, as I move forward.
From 1 to 100 notes:
1 like = 1 edge, with ahegao face, with degrading/slutty/submissive/exfeminist stuff written as marker tattoos on my body, while saying I’m those things. I’ll accept suggestions in asks.
1 reblog = same with 5 edges
Reaching…
100 notes: #corrupting myself: I edge everyday for 2 weeks, doing edges accumulated in the previous notes.
200 notes: #dumbification: I will start training myself to stop correcting mistypes when chatting (disabling autocorrect) to show myself and others how dumb I really am. It will show especially while chatting, and in some of my posts.
300 notes: #girly slut: I will start painting my nails (i never do) and in pink / red / glitter colors. I will receive suggestions in asks, and if they are contradicting, do a poll.
400 notes: #more good girls: I’ll really invest effort in helping one of the questioning feminists that contact me into becoming a happy subby slut. If I have consent, I will show anonymized snapshots of chats. To clarify, I try to help everyone, so feel free to contact me!
500 notes: #girly slut: I’ll wear my leather submissive choker everyday for a week, to get used to it more and more. I’ll edge while wearing it, every time, at least one of them edging in public.
600 notes: #corrupting myself: Bye nick! I’ll change my nickname and avatar from “mirror-mirror-on-the-wall2” to a proper slutty one, receiving suggestions in asks
700 notes: #training my gf: For a month, I’ll invest time in learning more hypno to trance my feminist girlfriend more and more into the bimbo kink (I already started slowly, with her consent!). I will also record her audio mantras for her to use, since I hope hearing my voice will help. I will share how it goes.
800 notes: #corrupting myself: I’ll do a mini-contest asking people to help me expand my slutty horizons, yay! That is, I’ll edge to 5 things from what you people send me, no matter how degrading/depraved, and I’ll write a post on the experience.
900 notes: #girly slut: Shopping spree! I’ll buy at least 5 pink/slutty/sexy clothes for my wardrobe, and I will start wearing them all in the following week. And I’ll buy 2 slutty things as presents for my gf. I’ll accept suggestions on what to buy. I’ll also donate at least 3 boring clothes away, to gradually renew my wardrobe.
1000 notes: #more good girls: I tell a feminist friend irl how my views about feminism are changing, trying to convince her patriarchy is hot. I will explain in a post how that goes.
1100 notes: #corrupting myself: I record a self degrading audio while edging, convincing myself how much I love these bimbo/exfeminist changes, and listen to it 10 times in the following days (once in public). I’ll post the transcript of the audio.
1200 notes: #dumbification: I will start training myself to the 3-syllable rule. That is, using words not longer than three syllables. So I’ll search for shorter words, or seek simpler topics to talk about! You’ll see the effect while chatting and gradually in my posts.
1300 notes: #corrupting myself: Bimbo name! I will receive suggestions and open a poll to choose an appropriate name for me. Once chosen, I’ll commit to using it more and more both online and irl.
1400 notes: #training my gf: for one month, I will actively encourage my gf to fuck guys and be slutty with them (we have an open relationship and we are both bi), so we can both be more useful sluts.
1600 notes: #corrupting myself: For 48h, I will open my dms and try to be as subby and slutty as I can with everyone here and irl. Mansplaining? I listen. Asks? I obey (with some basic limits, like no nudes). Hypno? I listen/follow. During this period, I’ll touch myself a lot to associate it with pleasure. If I have consent, I’ll share anonymized snapshots of chats.
1800 notes: #corrupting myself: for one month, I will masturbate every single day, and exclusively with the kinks of bimbo/pro-patriarchy/submission
2000 notes: #training my gf: Oh fuck. I will show my feminist girlfriend my secret Tumblr account (this account!) and write a post with what happens.
For each new 250 notes after 2000: I repeat the “1600” task, adding +24h every time. That is, at 2250, 72h; at 2500, 96h, and so on…
For each new 500 notes after 2000: also, I do more shopping (like the “900” task), adding 2 sexy clothes for me + 1 for my gf + donating away a boring one. That is, at 2500, at 3000, at 3500, etc.
Deadline: end of 2021! I hope to start the new year having moved forward with my training sooo much! Thanks so much everyone for helping me ❤️
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Das Mitarbeitergespräch
Die Tür fällt ins Schloss. "Hi Schatz, bin in der Küche." Anna hörte die Freude in der Stimme ihres Ehemannes. Mit ihrer kleinen Tochter auf dem Arm und einem Küchentuch lässig über die Schulter geworfen, kam er auf sie zu und drückte ihr einen flüchtigen Kuss auf die Lippen. "Hm, was hast du heut gegessen?", fragte er seine Frau. "Du schmeckst interessant". "Ich weiß nicht, was du meinst", sagte sie im Umdrehen und war schon unterwegs Richtung Badezimmer. "Ich geh mich nur schnell duschen, Schatz", meinte sie. Er blickte er kurz nach. Ihre langen schwarzen Haare waren etwas zerzaust, draußen war es wohl windig. Ihr enges, schwarzes Business-Kostüm brachte ihre Figur aber immer noch auch mit 32 sehr gut zur Geltung. Und durch die Beleuchtung zeichnete sich auch ihr weißer String unter dem schwarzen Stoff ab, das konnte sie einfach nicht lassen. Eine Laufmasche lief an der Innenseite des rechten Beines runter zu ihren recht hohen High Heels. Insgesamt sah es nach einem harten Tag aus. "Kein Problem Schatz, Essen ist in 30 Minuten fertig."
Ihr Ehemann hatte keine Ahnung, wie hart ihr Tag war. Oder wie die Laufmasche ihrer Strumpfhose zustande kam. Oder was zum leicht salzigen Geschmack in ihrem Mund führte. Oder dass sie jetzt breitbeinig in der Dusche stand und den großen Tropfen Sperma beobachte, wie er aus ihre übervollen Lustspalte herausquoll und im Abfluss verschwand.
Anna hatte heute ihre besondere Form des Mitarbeitergesprächs. Für andere eine Zielbewertung, war es für sie ein Nachmittag, wo in einem Besprechungsraum im Dachgeschoss des verglasten Office-Turms ihrer Kanzlei die Fenster abgedunkelt wurden und die drei Geschäftsführer die junge Mutter nach allen Regeln der Kunst durchnahmen. Die Assistentinnen im Vorzimmer der Geschäftsführung warfen sich schon wissende Blicke zu, blieben an diesem Tag doch die morgendlichen Blowjobs aus, die sie den Geschäftsführern im 9 Uhr Call mit dem London-Büro unter dem Schreibtisch verpassten. Die drei Herren - Herr Hillert, der jüngste mit 48, Herr Winkler, 54, und Herr Fossnik, der älteste mit 62 Jahre alt - sparten sich an diesem Tag offenbar auf. Daher waren die Beulen in ihren Anzughosen schon recht prall, als sie zu dritt vor der knieenden Anna im Besprechungsraum Aufstellung nahmen.
Fast synchron öffneten sie ihre Gürtelschnallen und holten ihre drei dicken Riemen heraus. Unzählige Frauen, Assistentinnen und Praktikantinnen hatten schon denselben Anblick wie Anna, die sich jetzt dran machte die beiden äußeren Schwänze mit ihren feinen Händen zu massieren und den mittigen von Herrn Fossnik mit ihrer Zunge in ihrem Mund aufzunehmen. Zufrieden schlossen die Geschäftsführer die Augen.
Es war ein guter Deal. Am ersten Tag nach Annas Karenzzeit haben sie ihr klar gemacht haben, dass sie trotz ihrer Erfahrung wohl keine längere Zukunft in der Firma hatte. Kosteneinsparung. Es sei denn, man könnte sich anderweitig einigen. Sie war eine von mehreren Mitarbeiterinnen, die auf einer besonderen Liste stand. Rund um diese Liste hingen Bilder von vereinzelten Frauen, unter anderem auch einige Shots von Anna von hinten, wo sich sichtbar ihr String von ihren Outfits abzeichnete. Ein anderes Foto zeigte eine Managerin, die sich vornüber gebeugt ein pralles Dekolleté in die Kamera hielt. All diesen Damen wurde der Deal unterbreitet: Du behältst deinen Job, bekommst auch das doppelte Gehalt. Im Gegenzug dafür lässt du dich von den Geschäftsführern einmal im Monat für einen Nachmittag durchvögeln. Willst du das nicht, wirst du gekündigt. Willst du dich beschweren, wirst du in der Branche denunziert. Für die junge Familie, die gerade mit einem großen Kredit ihr Eigenheim gekauft hat, keine gute Idee.
Und so kniete die junge Ehefrau jetzt da und würgte leicht am dicken Schwanz des ältesten Geschäftsführers, der seine Hände in ihrem braunen Haarschopf vergraben hat und sie dicht an seinen Körper zog, bis Annas Nase seinen Bauch berührte. Hinter ihr begann Herr Winkler schon, ihr Business Kostüm aufzuknöpfen und ihren Rock nach oben zu schieben. Mit einem kurzen Ratsch riss er einfach die Strumpfhose zwischen ihren Beinen auf, schob ihren weißen String zur Seite und begann, mit drei Fingern Annas Lustspalte zu bearbeiten. Nachdem er ihre Nässe spürte, ersetzte er seine Finger mit seinem pulsierenden Schwanz und begann, Anna mit langsamen Stößen von hinten zu ficken. Die Würggeräusche wurden zu einem Schnaufen, als Anna immer mehr von den Stößen durchgeschüttelt wurde und ihr Lutschobjekt immer öfter aus ihrem Mund flutschte. “Für eine Mutter ist sie noch verdammt eng”, teilte Herr Winkler seinen Kollegen mit. Bald erhöhte er sein Tempo, krallte sich fest in ihre runden Pobacken. Genüsslich betrachtete er, wie sein praller Schwanz ihren Arsch immer wieder teilte.
Die Schallabdichtung des Besprechungsraums zahlt sich wieder einmal aus, dachte er, als Annas kehliges Stöhnen den Raum erfüllte. Das hatten sie einbauen lassen, nachdem bei einem abendlichen Meeting mit der Vizepräsidentin der russischen Niederlassung Mitarbeiter aus den angrenzenden Büros wildes Geschrei gemeldet hatten. Die war aber auch eine Wildkatze. Das Video davon, wie er sie mitten auf dem Tisch in ihren engen Arsch gefickt hat, machte in seinen Management-Kreisen noch immer die Runde. Apropos Video, dachte er. Er klatschte Anna mit der flachen rechten Hand auf ihren Hintern, holte sein Handy heraus und aktivierte mit zwei schnellen Klicks die drei eingebauten Kameras im Raum. Nur, um auf Nummer Sicher zu gehen. Danach vergrub sich der Geschäftsführer wieder tief in die verheiratete Möse vor ihm. Er griff mit seinen Händen nun nach ihren Schultern, presste sie mit jedem Stoß noch härter an sich. Er musste sich nicht zurückhalten. Und so kam er 1 Minute später tief in ih, entlud seinen heißen Saft in Anna. Sie nahm es aber nur am Rande wahr, denn auch in diesem Moment brachten ihre Blaskünste den Schwanz des alten Herrn Fossnik in ihren Mund zum Abspritzen. Mit starkem Griff fixierte er ihren Kopf und schoss Anna sein cremiges Sperma in den Rachen. Sie musste sich anstrengend, alles zu hinunter zu bekommen. Denn es war das erste Mal seit ihrem Studium, dass sie Sperma schluckte. Ihrem Ehemann hatte sie stets untersagt, bei Blowjobs in ihrem Mund zu kommen. Und jetzt pumpte sie der alte Geschäftsführer voll. Doch es gelang und zufrieden schaute sie ihm tief in die Augen, leicht hoffend, dass es das jetzt schon gewesen wäre und sie heim zu ihrer Familie gehen konnte.
„Endlich seid ihr fertig, ich will mit ihr jetzt auch eine Runde drehen“, ertönte die Stimme von Herrn Hillert, der in den letzten Minuten nur danebenstand und seinen beachtlichen Schwanz wichste. Er zog Anna auf die Beine und führte sie zum deckenhohen Fenster. Die anderen beiden nahmen auf den Stühlen Platz und massierten ihre erschlafften Glieder langsam. Er drückte sie mit der Brust gegen die kühle Scheibe. „So meine Liebe. Auf diesen Moment hab ich gewartet, seit ich zum ersten Mal deinen kleinen String durchblitzen gesehen hab“, hauchte er ihr ins Ohr und spreizte mit seinen Knien ihre Beine auseinander. Dann klatschte er ein paar Schläge auf ihren heißen Arsch und begann, ihr Poloch mit zuerst einem, dann zwei Finger zu penetrieren. Das war Annas Schwachstelle. Nur einmal vor Jahren hatte sie ein One Night Stand im Morgengrauen nach einer versauten Nacht auch in den Arsch gefickt. Sie kam dadurch so heftig wie noch nie. Ihr Ehemann lehnte Anal allerdings als unrein ab. Als sie nun also die dicke Eichel an ihrem Hintereingang spürte, erreichte ihre Erregung einen neuen Höhepunkt, obwohl sie hier nur als Objekt benutzt wurde. Sie blickte aus dem Fenster hinunter in die belebte Straße, die Stirn an der kühlen Scheibe.
Schon fühlte sie die Dehnung, als sein großer Prügel sich Zentimeter um Zentimeter in ihren Arsch schob. Sie versuchte, ihre Muskeln zu entspannen, aber in der ganzen Erregung klappte das nicht übermäßig gut. Nach einigen Versuchen zog er aus einer Schublade neben dem Fenster ein kleines Fläschchen hervor. Gleitgel. "Damit knack ich auch deinen geilen Arsch, Kleine", hauchte er ihr ins Ohr, als er großzügig das Gel auf seinem Schwanz auftrug. Und schon war er in ihr, fickte sie von hinten hart gegen die Scheibe. Immer noch in ihrem immer zerknitternder werdenden Business Kostüm, mit hochgerauftem Rock und zerrissener Strumpfhose, gegen die Fensterscheibe mit herausgestrecktem Po. Wie schon damals war der Schwanz in ihrem Arsch fast zu viel für sie. Anna ließ sich jetzt von dem Geschäftsführer in ihr persönliches Nirvana ficken. Hart klatschen seine Hüften gegen ihre, schmatzte sein Schwanz in ihren engen Po. Ihre Augen rollten zurück in die Höhlen als sie unmittelbar ein zitternder Höhepunkt übermannte. "Wow, sie kommt tatsächlich von einem harten Arschfick, das hab ich noch erlebt," rief Herr Hillert laut aus, der gerade in ihr steckte. Auch die anderen beiden nickten zufrieden. Sie saßen immer noch am Tisch, ihre Schwänze waren wieder auf Betriebstemperatur, als sie die zitternde Anna betrachteten. Sie begannen, ihre Anzüge und Hemden ganz auszuziehen. Es wird in den weiteren Runden ja noch wilder zugehen, und die teuren Maßanzüge reinigen zu lassen, sorgte nur für große Umstände. Anna sank vor dem dritten Geschäftsführer auf den Boden, völlig weggetreten von der Heftigkeit ihres Orgasmus. Das ließ dieser aber nicht gelten und schob ihr direkt seinen noch harten Schwanz in den Mund, um Sekunden später auch seine Sahne in ihren süßen Mund zu schießen. Sie schaffte nur, den ersten Schub zu schlucken, der Rest floss ihr wieder über ihre Lippen, über das Kinn und tropfte auf den Boden.
"Eine tolle Frau ist das", sagte nun Herr Fossnik, der Älteste, als er aufstand, sie bei den Haaren packte und in Richtung der Couch zog, die an der anderen Wand des Raumes stand. Anna kroch auf allen Vieren so gut es ging mit, mit Spermaverschmiertem Gesicht und immer noch schwer atmend. Er setzte sich breitbeinig auf das Sofa, sein adriger Schwanz stand senkrecht nach oben ab. "Aber bis jetzt hast du dich kaum bewegt. Also setz dich jetzt auf mich und zeig mir, wie gut du reiten kannst." Er sah ihr ausdrucksloses Gesicht, als sie sich mühsam aufrichtete. "Oh liebe Anna, hast du gemeint, nur weil du uns drei einmal zum Abspritzen bringst, ist unser Deal jetzt erfüllt? Nein, wir sagten: Einen Nachmittag im Monat. Es ist kurz nach 14 Uhr. Wir haben noch viel vor." Seufzend ließ sich Anna auf seinem Schwanz nieder, ihre Spalte noch gut geschmiert von Herrn Winkler. Sie bemerkte, wie die anderen beiden auch zum Sofa kamen, mit teuflischen Blicken und harten Schwänzen.
2,5 Stunden später verließen die drei angezogenen Geschäftsführer den Besprechungsraum. Anna saß noch auf einem der Drehstühle beim Konferenztisch. Sie hatte, so gut es geht, ihr Outfit wieder angezogen, nachdem es die Herren zu Beginn von Runde 2 ihr ausgezogen hatten. Gleichzeitig quoll aus ihrem Poloch und ihrer Möse Unmengen von Sperma. Dieser String wird wohl im Müll landen, dachte sie. Woher die Geschäftsführer so eine Stehkraft besaßen, konnte sie sich nicht erklären. Von den Viagra-Tabletten, die sie in der Früh genommen haben, wusste Anna natürlich nichts. Sie wusste nur, dass sie fortan einmal im Monat von drei älteren Männern komplett durchgefickt würden wird. Sie hörten noch ihre Stimmen, als sie sie ihre neue Dreilochstute nannten, als sie im Sandwich genommen wurde und gleichzeitig einen Schwanz im Mund hatte. Wie sie Fotos mit ihren Handys von ihr gemacht haben, als sie abschließend zu dritt gemeinsam auf ihr Gesicht kamen. Wie sie ihr gesagt haben, dass sie sicher unter den Top 5 Fickschlampen des Unternehmens ist. Wie sie davon erzählten, während Anna aufgespießt auf ihren harten Prügeln um die Besinnung rang, dass sie diese Stellung auch mit der neuen 18-jährigen Azubine mit den langen roten Haaren ausprobieren mussten. Es war für Anna wie ein ferner Traum. Vor allem, dass sie doch insgesamt fünf Mal gekommen war, als sie jetzt komplett benutzt wurde. Der Gedanke an ihren Ehemann holte sie wieder in die Realität zurück. Wie sollte sie ihm das erklären? Vielleicht gar nicht.
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