When my husband calls me his slut or cunt it makes my pussy wet

I wasn’t always this way. It all started about three
months ago when I lost a bet. My husband had some men
over for a night of poker. I didn’t have money to go out
that night, and so I decided to play. Harry wouldn’t
give me any chips to play with, so I “traded” for them,
basically flirting with the guys and getting them drinks
and stuff so they would give me chips to play with.

I started drinking too much, which always makes me
horny, and my husband didn’t stop me. I started talking
dirty with the guys, and wound up playing a game of
strip poker against one of them. I lost that bet, and
had to take off my clothes, down to my panties, in front
of all of them. My husband tried to stop me, but I did
it anyway, partly because of the alcohol, partly to make
a point.

Of course I was embarrassed, but they all appreciated my
body, and I started to feel more comfortable after a
while. I wound up getting more chips, and sitting there
half-naked in front of several strange men was strangely
arousing. I found myself getting up more than I needed
to, and “showing off” in front of them.

When I got the best hand of the night, I decided to get
revenge. Daryl, whom I didn’t like, but who had made a
pass at me earlier, said he’d bet his truck against me.
I thought he was thinking with his dick, and besides I
really wanted that truck, which was brand-new and worth
a lot of money. I wound up betting my body against it.
Basically I had to be his sex-slave for the night.

He beat me, of course, but I was shocked when I saw his
cards. I was scared shitless then, though still kind of
turned on. I had fantasized about cheating on my husband
before, but never with a man like Daryl. He immediately
made me get up and take off the rest of my clothes,
showing all the guys my pussy and ass, and holding up my
tits for them, and then he made me get in his truck.
I slouched down as low as I could in the seat, terrified
someone would see me.

Daryl made me suck on his cock “like a baby,” telling me
he would let me out butt-naked if I didn’t suck it good.
I was more ashamed of myself than I had ever been, and
probably wouldn’t have been able to do it at all if it
hadn’t been for all the liquor I’d drunk.

When we got to his house he ordered me into his bedroom.
I was scared because his cock was much fatter than my
husband’s. I’m small and even Harry, has to be careful
with me. I was wondering if it would hurt and hoping he
wouldn’t be too brutal about it when he came in with
several lengths of clothes line.

I pleaded with him not to tie me up, but he ignored me.
Daryl is a big guy, and very strong. He tied my wrists
and ankles to the bedposts and then stood over me
awhile, looking at me. “You’re going to be a lot of fun
to fuck,” he said.
I asked him not to hurt me. He said he wouldn’t as long
as I did exactly what he wanted me to do. He got out a
couple of vibrators and a video camera. I was scared of
the video camera. I begged him not to tape me, but he
did it anyway.

He took the vibrator and put it in my face and told me
to suck it. I hesitantly obeyed as he ran it over my
lips and tongue and slid it in and out of my mouth.
“Good girl,” he said. He took it out of my mouth and
started sliding it along the lips of my pussy. I felt
myself spasm involuntarily as he slid the tip into me.
He twisted it back and forth and rubbed my clitoris with
his thumb as he gradually worked it into me. He started
pushing more and more of it into me, and it started to
feel good.

I felt my hips moving against his hands and he started
fucking me with it for real. He was fucking me with the
vibrator and rubbing my clitoris and I couldn’t help
myself, I started to come. Then he took it out of me. I
gasped. “Does your husband ever fuck you like this?” he
asked me. I said no, and asked him not to stop. He
laughed and got the other vibrator out. It was smaller
and shaped different. “Does your husband ever fuck your
ass?” he asked. “No!” I said. I asked him not to put
anything in my ass, but the truth is at that moment I
wanted him to.

I tried to get away from him, but there was nothing I
could do. When he first started pushing it into me, I
thought I would die. I had never had anything in my ass
before, but after he turned it on and left it there, it
started to feel good too. I could feel the vibrations in
my pussy. Then he took the bigger vibrator and started
fucking my pussy again. It felt so good I stopped caring
about the camera or the fact he wasn’t my husband. He
asked me if I had liked sucking his cock in the car, and
I told him yes, so he wouldn’t stop. He told me I had to
tell him what fucking Harry was like, and I told him it
was boring.

He asked if I was looking forward to fucking him, and I
said yes. He told me to beg him to suck his cock, and I
did. Leaving the vibrators in me, he climbed up to my
chest. “Beg for it, bitch.” I begged him put his slimy
cock in my mouth.

“Beg me to fuck your face,” he said. I begged him to
fuck my face, and he did, sliding his cock in and out of
my mouth like it was a cunt. When he came, it got in my
mouth, as well as my lips and cheeks and nose. I spit
some of it out, but it only made a bigger mess. He
grunted and got off me. He left the room.

While he was gone, I found myself humping the vibrators,
still in my pussy and ass, desperate to come. I closed
my eyes and tried to think about my husband, but all I
could think about was Daryl’s fat dick fucking me. When
he came back he took pictures of me, including several
close-ups of my face. He laid his limp dick across my
face and took pictures of me like that. I opened my
mouth for him. I licked the tip of his cock and a long
strand of come came out of it.

He wiped the come off on my face and in my hair. I would
like to say I was grossed out but the truth is I was
amazingly turned on. I had never had anyone do anything
like that to me before. The vibrators were still buzzing
in my cunt and ass. He asked me if I wanted to come and
made me beg for it. I told him I would do anything if he
would finish me off. I told him I’d be his whore and let
him fuck my ass only if he would make me come. Then we
heard banging on the door.

It was Harry. Daryl told me to make him go away unless I
wanted him to show my husband what a slut I really was.
He made me hold the vibrators in while I talked to him.

I put the chain on the door and hid behind it, hoping he
couldn’t see the come on my face and in my hair in the
darkness. I had my hands between my legs to keep the
vibrators in and the truth is I wanted nothing more than
for Harry to go away so I could get back to getting
fucked by Daryl. I begged him to leave and lied to him
about what Daryl was doing to me. He finally left after
I said Daryl was calling the police.

After he left Daryl put his hands on my ass and stroked
my pussy. “Good girl,” he said. I turned around and
kissed him, opening my mouth and sucking on his tongue.
The vibrator fell out and he stuck in fingers in me. He
took me to the bed and fucked me, first face to face,
then he turned me on my stomach and fucked me from
behind. It didn’t hurt like I thought it would, just a
little when he put it in at first. I was bucking against
him and begging him to come inside me, which he did,
twice. I came hard against him, begging him to fuck me
harder and begging him to shoot his spunk inside me,
even though I wasn’t using birth control.

When he was done he took more pictures of me doing all
sorts of things for him. He had me write dirty words on
my thighs, stomach, and ass, gave me an old robe and
then he took me home.

When I got there Harry was at the door. I was afraid he
wouldn’t let me in, and I did the only thing that made
sense at the time. I dropped to my knees and sucked him
off right in the doorway. It was something I had never
done for Harry before, and I knew he would love it. I
let him come on my face like Daryl had done, and looked
up at him, licked my lips, and begged him to let me in.

He did. But when I tried to go clean up, he stopped me.
He jerked the robe off me and looked at everything. He
saw Daryl’s come and my come dripping out of my pussy,
the “slut” and “cunt” and “whore” I had written on
myself, and the come stuck in my hair and dried on my
face. I watched as his cock got hard again and then he
twisted me around and pushed me down on the couch. He
fucked me doggie style over the arm of our couch. I took
it much easier than I usually do, and frankly enjoyed it
more, even though he was much rougher than he had ever
been before. When he came, he left me there on the couch
and went to bed. I finished myself off after he left,
thinking about Daryl’s slimy fat cock spraying semen on
my face.

I was sore the next morning but not unhappy. I sort of
liked the slutty, well-fucked feeling I had.

Things changed between Harry and me after that. He
fucked me on the kitchen floor in the morning, and made
me play with myself and talk dirty in front of him. He
made me call myself a whore and said that’s how he was
going to treat me from then on, and that from that day
forward I was never to say no to him again. I agreed to
everything.

Daryl mailed us a package a few days later. Harry was
home when it was delivered. I came into the living room
with packages when I saw a tape playing on the VCR. It
was me. I was begging Daryl to fuck me, telling him how
I liked his fat dick, while his fresh come still dripped
down my face.

Harry spanked me after that, hard, so that I cried out.
Then he fucked my freshly spanked cunt. I came
violently, harder even than I had with Daryl.

It turned out that Daryl was threatening to send the
tape and some pictures he took to Harry’s colleagues if
I didn’t go back to his house that weekend.
Harry said I had to go, that he didn’t want people to
know what a come-sucking slut I was. He even drove me
over there. The truth was I was sort of looking forward
to it.

When I got there Daryl made me wear a sluttish outfit
he’d picked out. It was a white oxford tied loosely
under my breasts unbuttoned and a very short tennis-
style skirt with no panties. He made me wear some
stiletto heels with white stockings that came to just
below the hem of the skirt. Then he told me he was
having a party and I had to “play along” to finish out
the bet. He told me if I played along I’d leave with my
virgin ass intact, otherwise he’d “tear it up.”

He introduced as his new girlfriend to the guys as they
started to arrive. They were all salesmen at his
company, mostly young. Daryl made it clear to them what
kind of girl I was by the way he treated me. He patted
my ass and handled my tits in front of them, and ordered
me to get drinks and food for everybody.

I meekly obeyed. They watched a football game, even
though their eyes were mostly on my skirt and tits.
Daryl grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. He started
feeling me up and kissing me. I was humiliated, but it
was strangely erotic to be handled that way in front of
other men. He put one hand on my thigh and gradually
moved it up to my cunt. He separated the shirt and
squeezed one of my breasts with his other hand. I was
humiliated but enormously aroused.

It was turning my on so much I started kissing him back,
taking his tongue in my mouth and sucking on it. I moved
my hips so he could get access and he put his hand on my
clit, making me groan out loud. He started rubbing my
pussy and squeezing my breast harder, and I have to
admit I didn’t care anymore about the guys looking at
us. He pushed one finger inside me and I started making
noises around his tongue. Suddenly he pushed me off him.

“Guys,” he said, “Denise has agreed to give us all a
show. Haven’t you, baby-doll?” I nodded dumbly. Daryl
turned on some music and had me dance for everybody.
After a while, Daryl said he thought I needed a drink.
He held my arms behind my back while the guys took turns
pouring vodka shots down my throat. I had to keep
wiggling while they did this. I coughed a lot up, but
Daryl said I had to take another every time and I lost
track of how many shots they poured down my throat. The
liquor ran down my throat and chest as well.

Pretty soon the room was drunk and when Daryl let go of
my arms I wasn’t nearly as embarrassed anymore. They
told me to put on a strip show and to be sexy while I
did it. I didn’t have much to take off and pretty soon I
was dancing naked in front of them, except for the
stockings. Daryl told me to start fingering myself and I
slipped one hand to my pussy, stroking my clitoris.

Pretty soon I was moaning out loud and squeezing my own
tits in front of them. He made me lie down on the floor
and show them my pussy, while I played with myself. He
pulled out his cock and told me to suck it. I licked and
sucked his cock until he came in front of everybody.
When he was done he asked if there was anything I wanted
to do.

“Please, I’ll do anything,” I said.

I fucked every guy there. The men came in my pussy, in
my mouth, on my face and in my hair. They fucked my tits
as well as my pussy and mouth and I begged them to come
on me and in me and I licked their dicks clean.

I knew Harry would punish me, which he did, but at the
time it was worth it and I enjoyed every minute. Now I’m
more Harry’s slave than ever. He uses me however and
whenever he wants, including my ass. I’ve never been
back to Daryl’s house, but Harry says he might have a
party of his own for me one day.

I’m looking forward to it.

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