Once I’d come down from the high of my orgasm, I finished showering, drying myself and was then in the bedroom getting dressed.
I slipped on a 6-strap black suspender belt, attaching black lace top stockings to the clips. Then I decided to be daring (for work) and slipped on my Balconette bra, which just held my breasts up, but I knew my nipples, when hard, would poke through my blouse.
I slipped my blouse on over my shoulders and buttoned it. I left the top three buttons undone, which now opened a gap to the top of my breasts. Then I slid my legs into my black skirt, which came to just above my knees.
I wished I could have worn a shorter skirt, but that would be frowned upon by work. Then I finished off by slipping my 3-inch heeled shoes on my feet.
However, I filled a bag with other clothes, a short black leather skirt, an almost completely sheer red blouse, a pair of red 5-inch high heel open-toed shoes and also a black pair with 5-inch high heels.
I checked my phone but was disappointed to find no messages from my stranger and lover. I therefore headed out to the car and drove to the hotel to start work.
I was working away, cleaning the rooms vacated that morning, when my phone beeped.
It was a message from my lover, and I felt the excitement run through my body as I opened it.
All it said was: ‘What time do you finish work?’
‘7 pm,’ I just replied.
‘Good, come to my room after work,’ I got a reply.
‘Okay,” I replied, not wishing to seem too eager, but I was so excited now and had a wonderful smile on my face as I sent the text.
I received another message. ‘I hope you are dressed sexily under that skirt and blouse?’
He must have seen me working. I looked around, hoping he was maybe watching me now, but couldn’t see him.
‘Yes, stockings and a 6 strap suspender belt under my skirt and just a balconette bra under the blouse,’ I messaged him.
Then again, I added, ‘I also have other clothes in my car, a shorter leather skirt, a sheer red blouse, my maid’s dress and 2 pairs of 5-inch high heel shoes, one black, the other red.’
Then I added, ‘Hubby away at an event and staying overnight.’
‘Perfect, my little slut,’ was the reply.
My nipples were now protruding through my work blouse, and my pussy was wet and remained like this throughout the day, as I remained excited, just thinking of being with my lover once again tonight.
However, my shift seemed to go so slowly, as I so wanted to be in his room, to be his slut like before. Seven pm finally came as I said bye to my colleagues and headed out to my car.
However, instead of going home, I collected the bag with my other clothes and sneaked back in and up in the lift to my lover’s room.
I knocked on the door and waited.
After what seemed like ages with me looking around, hoping none of my colleagues would see me, the door opened, and he stood there looking so gorgeous, so masculine, making me quiver just being in his presence again.
I don’t know if part of me was falling in love with him or if I had just become addicted to how he made me feel, but I knew I needed to be with him, to be used sexually, in whatever way he wished of me. It was like a drug.
I knew I was cheating on my husband, but he couldn’t give me what I’d come to need now. To make me feel that being a slut was both dirty and a pleasure.
He told me to come in and take off my blouse and skirt.
I didn’t even hesitate for a second, immediately complying with his wishes and standing in the room in just my stockings, suspenders and high heels, with my breasts just supported by the balconette bra. My nipples were rock hard and pushing out over the top of the bra.
He came up behind me, and I gave out a shriek as he spanked my bare bum.
He whispered in my ear, “From now on, call me Sir, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said.
I felt his hand swat my bum again, making me shriek out loud with the pain.
“Yes what, slut.”
“Yes, Sir, I’m sorry.”
“That’s better, my little slut. Now what are you?” he asked me.
“I’m your little slut, Sir,” I replied.
“Good girl. Now, as my slut, I expect you to do whatever I wish of you. Do you understand?”
I wasn’t sure if this was a statement or a question, but I answered, “Yes, Sir, I understand.”
He then led me over to the bed, telling me to lie down across the bed, with my head hanging over one side, and my arse on the edge of the other side.
He then pulled restraints from under the mattress, wrapped them through the bedstead at the top and bottom of the bed before attaching them to both of my wrists, forcing my arms out sideways.
He then walked around the bed and pulled other restraints from that side, looping them up over the top of the bed struts before attaching the cuffs to each ankle.
He pulled on the lead hanging down at each side of the restraints, which, as he tightened, had the effect of raising my feet and legs in the air.
“Does that hurt, my little slut?”
“No, Sir.” I remembered my place now as I replied.
“Perfect,” was his only response.
He then began rubbing his fingers over my pussy lips and clit.
“Mmm, I think this excites my little slut. You are already so wet.”
He then walked back around the bed to my head and began to rub his cock over my face and lips.
I was desperately trying to get my mouth around his cock, but he kept resisting.
He pulled his cock away and reached over to the bedside table and brought out a blindfold, which he attached around my head, covering my eyes, not too tight but enough that I could no longer see anything.
Just then, I heard a knock on the door.
“Ah, right on time,” I heard him say as I heard the sound of the door being opened.
I could hear other people now entering the room, just from footsteps, which told me it was more than just one person, but I couldn’t tell just how many.
This made my body tingle all over at the thought of where this may be going.
I was helpless, tied to the bed, almost naked, not only in front of the person I now called Sir, but also in front of others, and I had no idea who they were.
Could it be the man from yesterday from across the corridor, whom Sir had said he might lend me to?
I heard the door shut, and Sir spoke to the others.
“You will have an hour to play with my little slut. Her mouth and cunt you can use as you wish; however, her ass is off limits until I have broken her in.”
Hearing him say that sent a shiver down my body. One, from being talked about just as a total slut for Sir and for others to use. Two, hearing that Sir intended to take me anally at some time and break me in, as he put it, before the others would be able use my ass also, I presumed.
No names were used, and they were told to just call me slut by Sir.
Before the night began, Sir leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Now, be a good little slut for Sir and let these two use you. I know you will enjoy it as much as they will, but if it gets too much, shout out CABBAGE. Things will stop immediately. Do you understand, my little slut? Just nod if you do,” he told me now.
I just nodded my head, now knowing there were two other men about to use me.
My whole body was already tingling, and it felt like it was on fire as heat radiated from all over me, with just the anticipation of what was to come.
For the next hour, I was fucked completely by these two men.
They fucked my mouth, they fucked my cunt raw.
They filled both my mouth and cunt with loads of cum and covered my body and breasts with their spunk.
I had orgasm after orgasm. I think I came more times, in this one night, than I’d cum in all the years of my husband fucking me.
They told me throughout the hour what a wonderful slut and whore I was.
I could hear their voices, but couldn’t work out who they were; they were definitely familiar to me.
After an hour, Sir called a halt to things, just after both had emptied another load of cum in my mouth and in my cunt.
I lay there panting hard, my body still shaking from the continuous orgasms that seemed to have taken over my body.
Even though I no longer had cock in me, my cunt was contracting then convulsing, still squirting juices onto the already soaked cover I was lying on.
I heard Sir asking if they had enjoyed his little slut to which they replied, “Oh fuck yes, thank you, we never expected this.”
Who were they? my mind was asking myself.
After what seemed like ages, I heard the door close, but it was only perhaps a minute, and I felt the blindfold being removed.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, things were slightly blurry, but I knew I was looking up into Sir’s face.
He was smiling at me, then he leaned down to kiss me. It was a long, loving kiss, which made me feel so wonderful, so safe.
As he broke the kiss, he asked me, “Did my little slut enjoy that?”
I tried to speak, but my mouth was so dry now, surprisingly so considering the amount of cum I’d drunk.
Eventually, I managed a soft, “Oh god. Yes, Sir.”
Sir undid the cuffs around my ankles and wrists and helped me up, kissing me again. He led me over to the mirror in the room, letting me look at myself, to look at the slut staring back in the mirror. There was cum in my hair and face, dribbling from the sides of my mouth, and I could see dried spunk on my body and my breasts.
As I looked down further, I saw that cum was dribbling from my cunt and down my thighs.
I couldn’t believe the woman reflected in the mirror was me. I just stared in awe at myself.
Suddenly, I was brought back to reality as Sir spanked my bum hard, making my ass sting.
“Right, my little slut, go shower and clean up, and we will go out for something to eat. You must be hungry and thirsty.”
I nodded and headed into the bathroom. In the shower, the water cascading down over my sensitive breasts and nipples did nothing to sedate the horny feelings I was constantly having now.
Even as I was drying myself off, I almost came, as my breasts and nipples seemed hyper sensitive at the moment, with the towel rubbing over them.
As I came out of the bathroom, I could see clothes lying out on the bed.
Sir spoke. “I’m going have a quick shower now. Only wear what I have laid out on the bed,” he told me as he disappeared into the bathroom.