By the time I had my forty men, it was almost noon of the next day – I’ll chalk it up to the truck stop being so deserted this time of year. I have to tell you though, that was the most fun I’ve had my entire life! It ended as I thought it would… I was so sore I could barely walk, and so exhausted I could barely keep my eyes open, yet I couldn’t stop laughing. Travis dropped me off with strict instructions to get a hot shower and rest.
Entering the bedroom I saw that, while I was gone, my bitch husband had moved out, and into the guest room. He didn’t know it yet, but I planned to make his life as spartan as possible. I was going to start by replacing his bed with an old army cot. He wasn’t man enough to be in my bed, and never was… he wants to be a bitch, I’m going to treat him like any other woman that would be living under my roof. I also was going to change his name – even legally – but I hadn’t decided on what, but it had to be something humiliating. I had no idea how pathetically small he really was until last night… every man I had was bigger than him. I’m seriously considering having him suck cock and be ass fucked.
I thought I wouldn’t be able to sleep but I was out the moment my head hit the pillow.
Six hours later I was woken up by my bitch husband. He was still wearing his French maid’s outfit, but had shaved all his body hair save for on his head. He brought me breakfast in bed, even though it was early evening. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice.
“Thank you for putting me in chastity, Ma’am,” he said with a smile.
Snapping my fingers, I pointed to the floor. “You’re welcome, but don’t look at me. Also don’t speak to me unless I speak to you. Now, have you any instructions from Travis?”
“Yes, Ma’am. He said to put on the red outfit in your closet and be downstairs in full whore mode in an hour. He’s invited seven men from the fishing lodge. They’ll be arriving shortly and wants you to come down after they’re all seated in the living room. Until then, I am to serve drinks and sandwiches.”
After I took a few bites of food I asked him, “Did you enjoy sitting at home last night, wondering when I’d come home and who I was fucking?”
He smiled. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. It was a huge turn-on. How many men did you have?” he asked as his cock got harder in its tiny cage.
“Forty, just as instructed. All of them real men with real cocks, I assure you. They all raved about the pussy you will no longer have.” I replied while waving him away.
I know I’ve said this before but this was the first time I felt like a complete woman, but now I had power and I wasn’t going to relinquish it.
The outfit Travis left for me was a red corset with black lace trim, it was cupless so my breasts would be exposed – fine by me – and no panties. I clipped the garter straps to some matching black stockings and put on a matching pair of high heels. I did my hair with lots of volume, as if I were an eighties porn star, adding fire engine red lipstick, blue eye shadow, and rounded it out with doing the edges with a flair to get it an Egyptian look. I was giving my legs a quick shave when Travis came into the bathroom in my bedroom.
Slapping me on the ass hard he said, “Your bitch husband is downstairs serving drinks and food. You should hear his friends, they’re really ripping him to shreds with insults and he likes it.”
Fluffing my eyelashes I said, “Yeah well, he’s a bitch so that makes sense. By the way, I want him sleeping on a cot in the spare bedroom, army surplus type. Since he wants to be a bitch, I want him taking cock. He’s going to suck it and be fucked by it, starting with the men downstairs. He can fluff them for me.”
He dropped a file on the bathroom counter and looked at me in the mirror. “You did well at the truck stop. I didn’t think you had it in you, to be honest. I thought you’d chicken out or wear out. You surprised me.”
I looked briefly down at the folder. “Did you hear me about Ron? What’s the file?” I asked finishing up on my eyelashes.
Nodding he replied. “Yes, I heard you about Ron and I was already planning on doing things like that – he’s a bitch now. The paperwork you’re going to sign liquidates all your assets – including IRA’s, pensions, 401K’s – and I plan to use that to fund your new lifestyle… beginning with breast enlargement. You’re going up to DD. Now, time for honesty. What do you really want out of this? If I’m taking your house, cars, and all your money, I want to understand why you’re giving it all up.”
Having finished on my makeup, I turned to face him and looked deep into his eyes. “What I want – all I want – is cock. Non-stop. Big, small, thick, thin, young, old, black, white, it doesn’t matter. That and help me punish my husband for being a bitch. I don’t care about the rest. You can have it all – just keep my pussy filled. No man refused. Men all over town and I need people to know.”
He looked down at his feet and back at me. “You really don’t care after that? No long-term goals?”
Exiting the bathroom, I walked around my bedroom and turned on the camera on a tripod in the corner. “No, just record all of it, keep me fucked, and humiliate my bitch husband but follow my lead on that. He gets something out of this as well, humiliation and cuckolding – that’s his pleasure and I want to respect that. I’m going to ruin him, ruin us both, and we’re going to love it. Be sure to burn our bridges so there’s no going back.”
He walked me downstairs and I saw my bitch husband in the kitchen making snacks. I looked the table over and quickly picked out Victor. He was tall, dark, and handsome. I also knew his wife Ruby won’t fuck him. Without wasting a second I approached him from behind, turned his head and put my tongue down his throat as I ran my fingernails through his chest hair. I pulled my head back a little, enough to look him in the eyes, and said, “Victor, would you please cum in my pussy for me?”
The other men were taken aback, despite my bitch husband’s explanation. “I’m a horny little whore, what can I say? Ron’s dick is so tiny and he can’t get hard. So can you help me out, Victor? Please?”
Victor folded his poker hand, quietly stood up, put his arm inside of mine, and escorted me upstairs – all to the laughter of the men at the table. Once upstairs I slowly took off his clothes, folded them neatly, and laid them on the chair next to the bed. His cock was already hard, and was pretty sizable. I get now why his wife won’t fuck him. She’s not a prude, she just can’t handle him. He was over eight inches and thick.
He took me by the hand and gently led me to the bed where he put me on all fours while he remained standing behind me. I felt his tip lining up with my pussy. “Is it true you fucked forty men last night with no condoms?” He asked slowly sliding into me.
I inhaled a deep breath as he did so. “Forty-one counting my pimp, Travis.”
He pushed all the way in slowly. I gripped the blankets under my body. “Did you cum, whore?”
Nodding, I replied, “Yes, many, many times. Last night was the best night of my life.”
“Anyone as big as me?” he asked holding his cock deep inside of me.
My legs quivered from the pain…from the pleasure. “No, sir.”
He slowly pulled out to his tip, waited a few moments and pushed back in. “I haven’t had sex in years – none of the men downstairs have. Women don’t put out once you marry them.”
Smiling back at him I answered, “Most women are like that, and it’s their loss. I’m going to fuck all of you tonight.”
He pulled back out to the tip of his cock and slowly slid back into me. “Part of me wants to pound you and part of me wants to go slowly and enjoy your body. You’re so fucking tight, though…and wet. I’m not sure I can last very long. The only thing I am sure of is you feel fantastic and I’m not using a condom either.”
I began moving back and forth along his cock all on my own. He felt great and I wasn’t going to rob myself of the pleasure. “Split the difference is what I tell my customers. Twenty fast and hard strokes, then give me five slow ones. Nice and easy.”
Victor was starting his hard, fast strokes when without warning a young man burst into my bedroom. He wasn’t one of the poker players. He was average height and weight, white, green eyes and red hair. He was wearing blue jeans and a white T-shirt. He was exactly twenty years old. I know that because I taught him Sunday school when he was a kid.
Without saying a word, he unzipped his fly and let his cock spring forth. He smiled at me and slid it into my mouth and throat. I put my hands on his hips and guided him down slowly. Looking up I actually saw the eyes in his head roll backwards, and his knees buckled so hard he almost fell down. None of this bothered Victor in the slightest – who was now pounding me for all he was worth.
All he could do was moan. “FUCK, your mouth feels good!”
My body began to quiver and my knees started to shake. Victor sensed it. “You like that cock, whore? Does that feel good? Do you want to cum? Is that it?”
I nodded as I rubbed my clit with my right hand.
He spanked my ass hard with his left hand. “Thank the man in front of you for letting you suck his cock, whore.”
Taking his cock out of my mouth momentarily, I looked up at him and said, “Thank you for letting me such your cock, sir.”
He slowly pushed all the way into my throat. I held my breath so I wouldn’t gag.
It was then that Victor did something that surprised me. He said, “Come over here, young ‘un. Get in this pussy.”
The young one didn’t hesitate as Victor came around to my mouth and slid his cock into it. “Push into the whore slow. Feel every inch of her.”
As he obeyed, his body fell onto my back. He moaned slowly and loudly. “Fuck, she feels fantastic.”
“This is probably your first time. Long, slow, deep strokes. Breathe out,” I said giving him instructions.
He pushed in all the way and held it there. “I…I can’t hold it. I want to, but you feel so fucking great.”
“As you push into her, say the word ‘whore’,” Victor instructed as he put his tip in my mouth and let me stroke him.
Loudly he moaned, “whore” as he pushed in, then pulled out and did it again slowly.
Looking up at him, I saw him smile. “Now, let’s fuck her fast and hard – but keep saying ‘whore’ as you work in and out of her. It’s what she is and wants. She’s ready to cum now, just push her over the edge.”
The younger man grabbed my ass with both hands and rammed his cock into me. No technique..he was all over the place but he was rock-hard and I like that about young men. Victor pushed into my throat and pulled back into my mouth. Looking down at me he said, ‘That’s it, whore. Suck it.”
The young one behind me was throbbing hard and fast. I knew he wouldn’t last much longer and he started yelling, “whore” at the top of his lungs. I love good advertising.
“Cum in me and know you may be knocking me up!” I screamed.
Reaching under me he pinched my clit and pushed one last time deep inside of me, yelled ‘whore’. As Victor predicted, this pushed me over the edge. I fell on my right side and pulled my knees to my chest, screaming for more cock as Victor pulled out to his tip and came just inside my mouth.
After milking his cock he said, “Now, open that mouth for the camera and show us the cum on your tongue.”
Slowly, I opened my mouth so the camera could see, only then did he allow me to swallow. He got dressed, pulled a quarter out of his jeans pocket, and tossed it on the dresser. To be magnanimous, he threw another on the dresser for the young man.
Young one held it deep as he kept throbbing. I could feel his balls draining and they were full. When he was done he lay on the floor naked, but still quivering. I lay next to him, still cumming myself. I put my right nipple in his mouth and stroke his cock wanting him to get hard again. Young men can do that. ‘
“How’d you know about me anyway?” I asked confused.
“One of the truckers you did last night delivers supplies to my dad’s ranch,” he replied shyly.
“You’re a good fuck and I want you in my ass. Can you do that for me, stud?” I whispered in his ear.
“Yes, I can – and I’m telling everyone what a slut you are. Church is going to know.”
I kissed him on the lips, slowly but passionately. Looking him deeply into his eyes I said, “I know, that’s why I’m fucking you twice.”