Slut

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Slut

 

"Fuck you" she thinks as he storms out of the door, another night ruined. Their marriage slowly dying, every time they go out for a quiet drink always the same pattern. An argument and either of them leaving early, the *** they both feel increasing, both knowing what is coming but both refusing to accept the truth, hoping foolishly something will change. She looks around The Red Lion, their local for years,busier than usual for a Tuesday. A group of men sat in the corner, boisterous, loud but no real bother. The landlord Jim sees and offers an explanation "Travelling lads from the fair on the common" he explains and she goes back to nursing her drink with a heavy heart "going to finish this one and go home" but that is not what happens, no not at all, what is about to happen will change her forever and unlock something within she didn't realise existed.

 

  "Alright luv, can I get you a drink" a rough looking man, unshaven, unkempt, dirty oil stained clothes but in his own way a good looker, she can see the hard body beneath the clothes and senses something else, something she just can't place but it comes with an air of menace.

 "Why not, please. Could I have a large brandy"

 "Course you can sweetheart, would you like to join us?"

 The drinks paid for she joins the group in the corner, five of them and as she approaches she can see them all undressing her with their eyes, knows what they are thinking and inexplicably feels her cunt throb. The locals in the bar staring all knowing who she is but as the brandy flows so does her loss of control and quite frankly she just doesn't care what they think. 

 

 A decent bunch to be sure, rough yeah that can't be denied but the drinks are free and they make her laugh, no harm really, a couple of drinks with her new friends but a couple turn into a few and a few turn into many and as she drinks her inhibitions lower and she finds herself enjoying the night, laughing and having a good time.

Before she knows it the bell goes for final orders and she stands sadly to say her farewells to her new friends.

 "Come back luv, I will look after you. Come back to site for a few more, I will walk you home when your ready" strangely there is no thought, no hesitation, no regard for the fool at home waiting for her, no doubt waiting to resume the row as soon as she gets in, she agrees unwilling to face the slanging match that is becoming a regular part of her life.

 

 "Wow it's beautiful" said as she surveys the "trailer" informed by her new friends that caravan is not a word they use. She's stunned how nice it is, an end bedroom and luxurious inside as all 6 of them pile in. The music on and the drinks start to flow, a good bunch, the tales of travelling men obviously just that. She can see how they look at her, her legs, not quite a mini skirt but not far off  and for the first time in many years she feels wanted. The drinks getting larger, the laughter louder and the tales of travelling men funnier she's having a good night and slowly she starts to feel the heat of the men sat either side of her and with that the heat between her own legs burns

 

A hour goes by, then two and Paul the bloke she first met in the lion suddenly leans in close, to her ear and whispers in a gentle, deep yet controlling voice

 "Enjoying yourself, coming back here with a group of strange men?" She looks at him and wih no thought her lips suddenly on his, not gently. Tongues probe deep and as this happens she feels hands on her, between her legs, on her breasts, everywhere. She knows what's going to happen and she wants it so much, she needs what these men offer, she craves the release this new experience will bring so she doesn't react, she doesn't pull back, all she does is open her legs and push her hips forward so they can touch. She feels the phone vibrate in her jacket pocket as his tongue invades her mouth, as fingers thrust into her, she knows who it is and wider her legs spread

 

Hands everywhere, her knickers off as if by magic, her legs open on autopilot, all rational though gone and it begins. The slut she always knew was there released, the tramp she thought about while masturbating to porn in the past alive and well, the married wife of fif*** years nowhere to be seen. It's rough but she allows it, different mouths on hers, fingers inside her, a cunt that throbs, burning inside she throbs and she wants. Pulled to her feet then ***d to her knees, a blindfold placed to restrict vision, she doesn't care, all she cares about now is cock, hard stiff cock and she needs to be filled, used like the good slut she is. Meat to be passed around, a fucktoy cumslut who will take all they offer and be forever grateful. The whore she carries alive and well, her mouth opens and instantly a cock, stiff, thick much bigger then she's used to ***d hard Into her mouth, her hair gripped ***fully so she cant withdraw. The *** hard to bear  it again strangely it makes her already sodden slut cunt drip even more. ***d, cock ***d further Into her mouth, further than any has gone before, she fetches unable to control the natural gag reflex and tries to pull back but unable as the strong ha d's that grip pull her even further forwards so she can't breath and she never wanted anything more. Hands everywhere, she doesn't know how but completely naked now, she can hear them, she can feel them but its surreal as if she isnt even there anymore. Transported Into a place where only the carnal is real, flesh, cock, filth, hard and raw. Smells and tastes as she takes everything they have the five of them and she's passed around, shared. Behind her, underneath her she doesn't know how, but there are men, pushing against her cunt and arse. Not gentle they *** their way in, it hurts, oh how it hurts but the slut she now is doesn't pull away, she pushes in wanting all the cock she can, wild beyond anything she's ever imagined. Then she feels it all, stretched full, unable to breath as dirty man cock is rammed in with ***, her arse cunt and mouth full and for the first time in her life she feels complete, a twitching in her mouth, a firm grip and she's ***d all the way as he cums, deep I to her throat the greedy slut she is swallowing, gulping the cum of a man she doesn't even know or can see deep Into her belly. A command "clean me slut" which she does, milking every drop from base to tip, not wanting to waste any as it's hers and only hers, she grips and cleans. Then as if on cue she can feel the twitching in her cunt, in her arse and again she pushes Into it wanting it all, needing it all as both men release at the same time inside her. She can feel the heat, the warmth in her belly and cunt, she is completely lost. For the next two hours she's shared, used, marked, bruised ,pulled and bitten. She loses track of the amount of cock and cum she takes, never saying no, wanting more, needing more. A different woman within her now, something she has only ever fantasized about in the darkest reaches of her mind, she truly becomes a slut.

 

Thank you for reading

Fyi I worked for 10 years on a travelling show, A few different names over the years from "The Hollywood Stunt Show" to the "Monster truck show." Is this little story fact or fiction? I think it best just to leave it there 😂

 

Sexy thoughts

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Edited June 29, 2020 by Deleted Member

[MaddieShires]

Omg f*?^"'g yes

[Leisa]

Very in the moment. Now I want to know...fact or fiction?

[Deleted Member]

3 hours ago, Leisa said:

Very in the moment. Now I want to know...fact or fiction?

Fact, I did work on the stunt show for 10 years 😊. The rest???No comment 😂😁

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3 hours ago, Donnykinkster said:

Fact, I did work on the stunt show for 10 years 😊. The rest???No comment 😂😁

Popped a couple of photos on my profile from the good old days 😊

[Deleted Member]

Oh, my 😳