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The Fall and Rise of Roz - I'm his Married Slut

My craving for sex drove me to it, I knew it was wrong but I did it anyway.
The phone had barely settled in its’ cradle before my mind started planning how to cover my tracks. I should have been ashamed of myself but I wasn't, in fact I was far from being ashamed I was excited, maybe even invigorated. My mind and body were alive again with the sexual energy I missed so much in my day to day life.

I checked that my husband was still engrossed in the televised sport that he deemed infinitely preferable to doing anything with me. It took me only a few minutes to collect my sexy red dress from our bedroom and slip it into a plain looking bag along with an obscenely small pink thong and a pair of elegant red Chic shoes with tie up ribbons that I knew accentuated my long legs. I looked at the stockings and suspenders but I knew I wouldn't need them tonight.

A quick check in the mirror made me pull on a lightweight jumper. Hubby couldn't know how damp my pussy was inside these jeans but even he would notice the twins competing for who could rip their way out of my T-shirt.

As quietly as possible, I crept out of the back door and tucked the bag neatly behind the passenger's seat of my car. Now I was ready for a quick change before meeting my lover. With each step back towards the house, my mind rehearsed the conversation I needed to have with my husband. Satisfied with my plan, I leaned round the lounge door.

"Have you remembered I'm going out tonight pet?"

The slightly puzzled look on my husband's face told me he hadn't remembered. Then again, it's not easy to remember something you were never told, is it.

"I'm seeing Mandy, I told you days ago."

"Oh yeah, I remember." He clearly couldn’t have remembered but I guessed that what he really meant was that he didn't care. In fact he was probably pleased that I wasn't going to be around. That's what it was like most nights. His eyes scanned the jeans and jumper I was wearing, there was nothing sexual in the look, nothing that said "I'd fuck that." It was more the look of a husband who didn’t trust his wife and was checking how she was dressed.

"Not going out on the town?"

"No, we might have a drink at her local but we'll probably stay in. See you later."

The non-committal grunt wasn't the reaction I would have received if I'd worn the clothes I had stashed in my car; they would come out somewhere on route. I took a mental note to give Mandy a quick call and make sure she'd remembered she was covering for me.

The car and my brain were on autopilot during the drive towards Bill’s house. I'd visited it many, many times so I knew the roads backwards and it freed part of my mind to drift back over our affair.

I suppose he'd caught me at a good time, or maybe it was a bad time. I was all the things that made what he told me was called a “MILF”. I had children for a start, two of them, Bill was their football coach. I was married, bored, frustrated, angry, horny and desperate. I was everything men like Bill dream of, I was even “fit” in every sense of the word although he told me that was a bonus. He often repeated one of his favourite mantras "You don't look at the mantelpiece when you're poking the fire."

The first time we met I had my two children with me. That and the presence of about thirty other children and parents were all that stopped me asking him if he wanted to rip my clothes off, bend me over and take me like a bitch in heat.

I couldn't explain why he had such an instant effect on me but he did and he made it bloody obvious that he wanted me too. There was nothing understated about him. At the end of the training session, he handed me a piece of paper with his phone number on it and told me to ring him if I wanted him to fuck me.

I rang him 2 minutes after I put the children to bed. That's how long I fought against the urge. Five minutes later I was driving the same route I was driving now, wearing exactly what he told me to wear, or more importantly, what he told me not to wear.

I didn’t made it more that five feet into his house that first time, his fingers were under my skirt and between my legs as he said "Hi sexy." Seconds later my face was sliding over the frosted glass panels of his front door while his muscular body drove his exquisite blood engorged erection into my unfaithful married pussy. I came twice right there in his hall before he pumped me full of his sperm, opened the door and told me to ring him if I was up for it again.

I was sitting bemused in my car before the word “bastard” even occurred to me.

That pretty much set the pattern for our affair and now here I was, almost 3 months later, driving headlong into what I knew was going to be a repeat of the previous weekend. My mind drifted again, the long straight road ahead blurred in front of my eyes as more recent memories came flooding back.

I was, not for the first time, lying on my back on Bill's bed with my legs open. His deflating cock, so proud and hard moments before, was sliding out of my dripping pussy carrying ribbons of his white cum with it.

"Stay there Roz, I'll tell Kev he can come up next."

"What? What the fuck? You have to be joking; you can't do that. Fuck, never mind you, I can't do that."

"Of course you can, anyway I've already told him he can fuck you. I told Joel he could as well, now just you stay there and play with yourself. You can pretend to be cross if you like but you know you want more cock, we both know you do."

He sat on the bed next to me holding me down with one hand on my chest, pushing on my knees with the other one, opening me for his fingers to play with the sticky mess between my legs. My stomach muscles contracted at his touch. My sharp intake of breath and his laugh merged into one.

"I'll send him up Roz, you just keep those legs open. If you don’t want to do this you can fuck off back to that husband of yours, but don’t come back."

I admit I was a little bit scared of Bill, maybe it was part of the turn on, you know, the bad boy syndrome. I didn’t want to lose him but mostly, I didn’t want to lose his wonderful cock. So what if someone else did fuck me, that’s what I wanted wasn’t it. To be fucked.

Right then, what I wanted was for him to carry on playing with me just the way he was. His middle finger pushed further and further into my juicy insides, my eyes lifted to meet his.

"What's it to be Roz, do I send Kev up to have some fun or are you going home to hubby?"

I didn't answer, not in words anyway. My head shook saying no but didn't give any clues about what it was saying no to. My ragged breathing and the sounds of Bills finger stirring our cum round and round, were the only noises audible above the unmistakeable tones of Genesis rising from downstairs. A second finger joined the first and drew a low lustful moan from my lips.

"You love this Roz, we both know you do, but you'd rather be fucked properly wouldn't you. I can make that happen."

My hips were pushing back against his hand seeking more, wanting to bring on another of the Bill induced orgasms I’d become addicted to. I knew there was one just waiting for him to reach in and drag it out of me.

Suddenly he pulled back and with a dirty laugh, he walked out the door.

"No!" I cried at the vanishing back, the bastard could have finished me so easily instead of walking calmly away and down the stairs.

So I did lie there on his bed, yes I kept my legs open and when Kev walked through the door my fingers were rubbing the creampie Bill had given me. Any misgivings I might have had about what I was doing vanished the second he climbed on top of me and fed his thick unyielding hardness into my willing pussy. By the time his seed joined Bill's, Joel was already standing impatiently at the bedroom door watching his friend bring me to a shuddering orgasm seconds before his own. Joel didn't waste time undressing before taking his turn to climb between my thighs and slide his length into me in a single push. His frantic grunts told me he wasn't going to be a stayer and sure enough a few minutes later a third load was emptied into my soaking hole.

They all came back for seconds, but not before they pushed me into a shower and told me to clean myself up.

At the time it seemed like a fun thing to do, but afterwards when I thought about it, I had my doubts. The way I lay on Bill's bed while they sat downstairs drinking and listening to music then taking it in turns to come up and fuck me was, if I'm honest, a bit demeaning. The worst moment was when he told me they'd all had enough and I could go. They were so casual about saying their goodbyes, as I walked out the door I felt dirty and used but at the same time so, so satisfied.

My brain was jolted back into conscious mode by the image of an approaching roundabout and my memories drifted into the background leaving me with a feeling of warmth between my legs that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago.

I found a phone box and rang Mandy to make sure she'd remembered she was covering for me. Ignoring her advice to get out before it was too late; I pulled the bag of clothes out from behind the seat and started to change. I suppose it says a lot about my state of mind that it turned me on to strip naked in the car when I didn’t need to. I sat almost hoping that someone would come along and see me. My nipples were as hard as diamonds and I was so wet between my legs I knew I would fuck anybody tonight just to get the satisfaction my body craved.

The pale yellow glow of the street lights highlighted the curve of my breasts; my eyes followed the flickering shadows cast by overhanging trees on the taut muscles of my stomach. The darkness of the foot well hid my feet but not my long shapely legs and not where they terminated in a triangle of dark well manicured hair looking so much like saffron strands in the ochre glow. I glanced round slightly disappointed that no one was watching me. My legs opened, the damp slit between my thighs glistened in the pale shifting light.

A finger wet from my tongue flicked across the hardened nub at the tip of my left breast drawing a soft, sensuous cry that no one could hear but me. The chill air cooled the excited nipple with a jolt that ran down to my toes. That felt good.

Flushed with success and lust, the finger slid slowly over my wet pink slit framed by two glistening heart shaped globes. This time, the pulses of pleasure were still coursing through me when I rubbed my juices tenderly onto the tight, tense flesh of my breast. There was no going back.

Why was no one watching? Didn't they know how much I wanted them to see me bring myself to a peak of pleasure.

My hands moved as if controlled from outside. Fingers dipped into my warm, wet hole then over my tongue letting me sample the taste that I imagined would soon be turning men to jelly. Thumbs and fingers clenched my tight nipples before returning to the depths of my nectar filled pussy to replenish my building desire. The aroma of a woman in heat filled my small car, I stopped looking for my much sought after voyeur, I was too caught up in my budding orgasm to care who might or might not see me.

My legs pushed against the bulkhead tensing muscles in search of the elusive final surge of energy that would give me my release. Two fingers jack hammered between my legs pumping harder and deeper as if they were filling me with the orgasm that would finally sending me to paradise. In one rush of energy, it all escaped to leave me shaking with the suddenness of my climax. A smile crept over my lips, a very satisfied smile. I really had to get to this party.

The small pink thong did nothing to hide my charms; it was wet within seconds of the slip of cloth cutting into my sex like a knife into butter. The dress slipped smoothly down my skin but did little to hide my bullet like nipples. The shoes would have to wait, there was no way I wanted to drive in those. A touch of make up and several strategic dabs of perfume were all I needed to complete the transformation.

The ugly duckling was transformed into a sexy party swan.

I arrived at the house where the flashing lights and blaring sounds clearly signalled that the party was in full swing. I knew the house well and where I would find Bill. Sure enough, the kitchen had formed the collection point for most of the men who as usual seemed unwilling or unable to move more than 10 feet from where the alcohol was stored. He saw me coming and had his arm out ready to pull me into him by the waist and bury a deep knee trembling kiss into the fold of my neck.

"You look radiant tonight, what have you been up to?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" His hand absentmindedly stroked over the near naked cheeks of my bottom as we spoke.

"Have you got anything on under there?"

"Mmm, yes, but not much."

"Don’t worry, whatever it is, it won't be on for long."

I tried to look shocked but he didn't care and soon I had a large Gin & Tonic in my hand and the conversation was flowing. I was chatting quite happily to Bill and 2 men I hadn’t met before. He introduced them as John and Steve who apparently played for the local football team. They were all making sure my glass stayed full and I became very conscious of pacing myself. In the middle of making what I thought was a brilliant point on the behaviour of footballers, arms snaked round me from behind and I was pulled back into a hard muscular body, fingers spread across my firm stomach, pressing into me, holding me tight.

I snuck a peek over my shoulder to find Kev pressed hard against me, his strong hands kneading the firm flesh at my waist. He touched me with the familiarity that a man gains when he's had his dick inside you.

"Can I steal her for a dance Bill?"

"No problem, be my guest."

One of his hands moved up over my left breast, the hardened nipple pressed firmly into the soft skin of his palm. I tried to push him away but he was far too strong.

The two men I'd just met looked stunned at the way Kev touched a woman who they had assumed was with Bill. Their eyes stood out on stalks watching Kev grope my breasts. It felt good but I had to put up some kind of fight.

"Don't do that Kev, you’re being very naughty." He laughed at me.

"That isn't what you were saying last Saturday." His fingers gripped my nipple through the thin red fabric and pulled, stretching my tortured flesh to the point that I yelped with pain. Before I could protest, I was being dragged backwards towards where everyone was dancing. As we left the kitchen I was sure heard John ask Bill what had happened last Saturday.

We danced. I guess some people might say we were making out on the dance floor. Kev was a really good kisser and I was very ready to be kissed. His hands were everywhere, probably too many places given that we were surrounded by a bunch of strangers, but they didn't seem to care. Joel joined us after a few minutes and I was caught between two gorgeous sexy men. I'm sure we were all thinking about what had happened the previous weekend. From the bulges that were pressing into me, I was pretty sure they were planning a repeat performance.

Kev headed off to the kitchen for more drinks leaving me wrapped round Joel who was trying to push his erection through his trousers and my dress without taking either of them off. I saw Kev stop and talk to John, they both looked over towards me and whatever Kev said made John smile.

I held my arm out towards him and curled my index finger beckoning him towards me in what I at least hoped, was a seductive invitation. He joined us and we all started to dance. I love dancing but John was a real mover and soon Joel backed off to watch as John pulled me onto him in a close body grinding exhibition that had more to do with dry humping than dancing.

At the end of the track we needed a break and a drink, John pulled me into the corner where Joel has been standing to watch. We tried to talk but it was difficult over the noise of the music, Joel leaned towards me but instead of whispering in my ear, his lips ground into my neck. John soon joined in and they were both kissing me, nuzzling my neck and touching me in ways that we really shouldn’t have been doing in the middle of a party.

God it felt so good.

They turned me away from the dance floor, so their hands could pull at my small breasts through the thin fabric without being seen. I could feel John’s erection pressing into my leg. It made me feel powerful to think I could still turn these young men on so much they couldn’t keep their hands off me.

I was manoeuvred further into the corner and the two men held me between them, I felt John’s hands trying to lift the hem of my dress. That was too much and I pushed his hands away, forcing the cloth back down. Joel moved behind me blocking the view of anyone inside the room, he pressed into my back, his hardness digging into the cleft of my bum.

He took my arms and held them behind his head, pressing his lips into the nape of my neck in a passionate embrace. It also left me completely defenceless against John. My back was arched pushing me out as if I was inviting him to do whatever he chose and he wasn't about to refuse the invitation.

"Let John touch you Roz. You like being touched, you loved it last time."

“Not here. People can see.”

They weren’t listening, my arms were pinned by Joel’s strong hands and my dress was sliding up over my thighs. It could only be John. His fingers grazed my delicate skin stroking round the back of my knees until he felt my legs shiver and give way under the sensations he was creating.

Any protests I was making were losing what little authority they might have had and when the invading hands pushed gently on the inside of my thighs, they opened like the petals of a flower open to the rising sun.

“Oh fuck, you’re so wet I can smell it. You dirty cow.”

A single finger pushed at the sodden material that was the only line of defence between me and the outside world. I felt the cloth being pushed up into my pussy.

“Bill told me about last weekend. He says this pussy loves being filled with cock. It’s sure wet and ready for action right now.”

My tiny thong was being pulled over my thighs and down until I felt its’ cool wetness on my ankles. My right foot was lifted, then my left. I didn't expect to see that thong again.

I knew John wanted to fuck me and I knew I was going to let him. Looking back, I was even going to let him fuck me right there in the corner of the room. My grip behind Joel’s head had tightened to take the weight off my feet in readiness for John to lift my legs.

"Let's take this upstairs boys; we're embarrassing some of my guests." Bill’s voice was gentle but insistent. He didn’t care about his guests, he just wanted me somewhere less restricting, I knew that.

"Sod that Bill, let’s take her into the garden. I want to fuck her outside."

I got some very strange looks from one or two party revellers as John and Joel put their arms round me and led me out through the open patio doors towards the gathering gloom of the back garden. As we walked, their hands roamed across the silky smooth material of my dress, playing the body underneath like musicians play a keyboard. The tune they played on my breasts was one of my favourites.

"You're very naughty, you keep touching me and you shouldn't. What sort of woman do you think I am?"

"You’re a slut love, a married slut and you need just what you're going to get."

"Ooo and what's that?" I laugh at them, we all knew what I was going to get.

"A good fucking, just like you want. You're going to get what your husband doesn't give you."

I think it was Steve that folded my hands behind my back and pulled to make my breasts stand out tight against the red cloth of my dress. The other two pinched and squeezed a breast each, pulling at my hardened nipples. Their fingers ran down over my stomach and legs pressing into my flesh. They knew there was nothing underneath and played with me like I was naked.

There was so little holding the thin, dark cloth onto my naked body, it wasn't long before someone slid the two fine straps across the pale skin of my shoulders and let the silky fabric slither over my naked breasts to gather in folds round my waist.

"Fuck, you've got gorgeous tits. Look at those nips John, you could poke you eyes out on those."

A cool breeze brushed over my nipples, it felt like fingers caressing my skin. The tips drew inwards, tightening and drawing a sharp, surprised intake of breath. I glanced down at the proud firm mounds standing out from my chest. A thin film of sweat brought on by pure lust made then glisten in the bright lights from the house.

The view vanished under an invasion of hands that pawed at me, tugging and twisting turning me on and making me push my chest back squirming under their delicious touch. I knew my moans could only be heard by the men that were giving me this pleasure, the party music made sure of that.

"Get the dirty tart further back where nobody can see us fucking her."

Non too gentle hands dragged me deeper into the gloom where the light from the house failed to penetrate the private, hidden corners of the garden. The beat of the music still drowned out all other sounds but as we moved further from the light streaming out of the back windows, the darkness closed in, protecting us from prying eyes. They didn't ask me if I wanted any of this, maybe they knew it turned me on even more to be treated like a whore whose body was their plaything. More likely they didn't care and were just relishing the power they had over me.

Their actions became more insistent; I felt hands running over my thighs, fingers trying to push through the barrier my dress formed between their invading hands and my wet pussy. I tried to reach down to pull my dress up for them but I was too late. The ripping sound as it was forced roughly up round my waist suggested damage that was going to take a bit of explaining.

Clawing hands were running up over the sleek skin of my thighs, I knew where they were going and groaned loudly before they reached their goal. Instinctively, my legs spread to welcome them, I knew how wet I was I could feel the cool breeze blowing across the moist lips that were exposed to the group surrounding me. I was vaguely aware of the sound of voices drifting above the pulsing beat from the house.

"Get your fingers in her boys, she loves having her cunt played with. Make her cum before we give her all the fucking she can take. Fuck I love these married sluts, they're gagging for it."

From somewhere deep in my lungs a low sensual moan responded to the thoughts being planted in my mind. Was that me, was I the married slut they were talking about?

"This is wild Kev, even better than shagging the dirty bitch last Saturday and that was awesome. She's such a fucking cocklover. What do you think lads, can we fuck her to a standstill tonight. I bet we fucking can."

The edge of the table pressed hard against the backs of my legs, it didn't move, it supported me and let them spread me even wider. Another hand pushed between my open thighs and 2 sets of fingers started to plunge in and out lubricated by the copious flow of juices leaking out of my slit. My nipples were on fire from the abuse. Rough fingers were determined to treat me like a dirty fuck toy. Pain shot through my head as a hand grabbed a handful of my hair and forced my head backwards; lips kissed and suckled my lips and my neck.

I could hear as well as feel the fingers fucking my hole, I knew I was cumming and I knew it would be soon. So many hands and mouths using me and driving me towards the climax I'd needed for hours. Then it was rising from my toes and wrapping itself round inside my body, tightening it's hold on me, squeezing the air our of my lungs in one long low moan. My hips thrust back against the hands spearing in and out between my legs; I could hear my voice crying for them to make me cum.

“Oh god, please, yes, make me cum. Please make me cum.”

"The dirty fuckin' slut's cumming lads, do her harder."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuuuuuuck." My hips jerked back into the hands that were fingering me, my cries rose into the sky to be swallowed by the beat of dance music. My eyes opened wide but I saw nothing except the hands and fingers that covered so much of my skin, exploring, touching, groping me like the cheap tart I’d become.

They had no doubt about what had just happened and slowly they began to ease the pressure of their fingers. Oh god they were good, so good. My breathing quickly started to return to normal and my eyes focused one by one on the startled faces of the men who for once were rendered speechless.

My roaming eyes settled on Bill, wondering, just for a second whether he might think this had gone far enough.

"The boys are going to take turns at shagging that posh married twat of yours now Roz, but I get first go." That answered my unspoken question.

"Grab her leg John, stretch her out and watch me give her a good seeing to. She’ll cum for us all if we keep giving it to her. This one cums all the time. She's bloody brilliant."

I wasn't sure if the hands roaming across my flesh were holding me up or groping me. Maybe it was both. What John was doing was much clearer, he was doing exactly what Bill told him to do and that was to spread my legs as wide as he could, ready to be fucked and fucked hard by my lover.

He reached for my left ankle leaving me precariously balanced on my right leg. The table and the rest of the men stopped me falling over. He stretched me until the red ribbons on my shoe rested on his shoulder and I fell further back, this was his way of telling how far he could spread my legs. He seemed more than pleased with the result. I looked down at where my legs joined in a fuzzy dark patch and at the way I was exposed in such a lewd pose. Is this what they meant by "gagging for it"?

Out of the corner of my eye I caught movement that was out of place. I looked again but it had gone. Someone was watching, I was sure of it. Bill's neighbour was hiding watching me being gang banged. It was right that I felt some emotion but not the surge of excitement that I did. Scared, embarrassed, disgusted, maybe even ashamed, but I shouldn't have felt the thrill that I did. I imagined him with his cock stiff in his hand, playing with himself while he gazed at what was being done to me and wishing it was him.

Bill had dropped his trousers and was standing between my splayed thighs proudly rubbing his cock head against my open petals, showing his friends where he would penetrate me. His knees bent slowly and then he rose to slide himself between the open flaps of my pussy. He slipped in easily on the vast amount of my juice his friends fingers had drawn out of me.

"Yessss!" My body reacted to the feel of his wonderful steel hard shaft filling me for the first time tonight. This was so much better than fingers and I loved the way he talked all the time he was fucking me.

"Look at her face, she loves it. You love being filled with cock don't you Roz, especially my cock. You love my hard cock in your married pussy, you want me don't you. Tell me Roz, tell me you want me fucking you all the time. When you fuck you’re hubby do you pretend it’s me. Of course you do you dirty slut, you want it to be my cock inside you making you cum."

I grunted, his words filled my head with all the dirty things I'd let him do to me and all the dirty things I wanted him to. He was so right about me.

"You're a dirty tart Roz, a dirty married tart who'll do anything I want and fuck anyone I tell her to. We're all going to fuck you until you beg us to stop. You know that don’t you?"

His hardness pistoned into my wide spread thighs faster and harder with each sentence he spat from his mouth. The more he talked the more turned on I became.

"You don't get fucked like this at home. Does hubby finger you like we do and fill you over and over with cum. Can hubby fuck you like this? You love cock Roz. Are you a slut who loves cock?"

My head was lost in the sensations, not just the way the flesh of my tunnel was being stretched and pummelled but also the mouths suckling on my neck and nipples. The hands groping my skin and the fingers pulling at the flesh of my breasts just added to the sensory overload that consumed all normal emotion.

"Are you a slut Roz, a dirty slut who loves lots of cock? Tell the boys what you are Roz, say it, they want to hear you say it.""

"Oh god yes, fuck me please, I'm your slut, please, I love your cock baby, love your cock."

The cock I loved so much was shafting me with long, hard strokes. I wasn't really listening to his words any more, they were just random sounds floating in the air round me and creating wonderful sensations inside my head. He was making me cum, he always made me cum and he knew it. He was so pleased with himself when he did this, he knew that every time he pushed me to another mind shattering climax he owned me just a little bit more. Owning me was what Bill wanted.

"That's it babes, let it go, let my cock fuck that cum out of you. You look so good baby, my big cock wants to make you cum. Do it Roz, that's it baby, do it for me."

"Ohh yessssss, oh yes, yes, yes." He touched all those special places as if he was made to please me and only me. My body turned to jelly as I shook my way through the inevitable orgasm, only the hands that played with me kept me from falling over. I could hear myself sobbing quietly partly with the intoxication of the moment but part of me also wondered what I'd become.

What I'd become was soon clear to everyone. My head was so full of my orgasm and confused ideas of what I was allowing these men to do that I’d lost all control. I felt as if I was floating, in reality, it was strong arms lifting me and laying me out on the table like a banquet presented for the delight of the men who had gathered to take part in the feast. My arse was hanging over the side so that when my thighs were folded back towards my shoulders my gaping pussy was spread open for them.

"OK my friends, she's ready. Nobody cums in her until we've all had a turn, I left her clean for you all so just fuck the arse off her. We'll fill her with cum at the end."

All I could think about when the next man pushed himself into me was the way Bill was treating me like a cheap whore. Then my thoughts were brought back to the sexual pleasure that seemed to be dominating my life. I had a hard cock between my legs again, stimulating the walls of my sex tunnel and planting the seeds of the next orgasm. “This” I thought as John ploughed away between my legs, “is all I need to be happy.” I was vaguely aware of Bill’s voice but it seemed so distant.

"Next."

It was only a momentary pause in what was to feel like one long never ending fuck. It felt like a lover pulling back, teasing me gazing at the wet opening between my thighs before plunging back in deeper than before. But I knew it wasn't that, it was different, I sensed the cooler skin of a cock that hadn’t been warmed by my insides, I felt a change of length, a girth that stretched me wider drawing a groan from my tortured lungs.

The unexpected pain that seared over my scalp caused me to cry out. The fledgling cry was stifled at birth by a hard, wet cock head that tasted of me. The fingers that wrapped into my hair eased slightly when John realised I wasn’t fighting the way he pulled my face onto his blood engorged erection.

"Suck me girl, a nasty bitch like you must love having a cock in her mouth while she’s being fucked."

I love having my mouth full of a man who is turned on for me. The smell and taste of my own nectar is an aphrodisiac, the scent of a man mixed with my own musky odour is sheer heaven. My lips sucked him in, he paused to let me adjust to his size and then pushed deep into the back of my throat fucking my face in a way no one had for a long time.

"Next."

Oh god no. I wanted to yell at Bill, tell him that I was so close. It was too late, the next man was ready to rub his engorged head against my opening, ready to use me, and the latest tasty morsel was being forced to the back of my throat. This time I needed to cum. I let my body start to thrash between the two men, my moans and groans were my only way to tell them that I needed them to make me cum again.

"She's off again Steve, what a cocklover."

"Don't stop Stevee, go for it man, make the slut take it. You've got her, she's loving you doing her."

God they were right, a red mist had formed over my eyes and the world had morphed into one monstrous cock whose aim in life was to give me pleasure. I couldn't breath with my throat so full of cock, I guessed he understood when I pulled away, gasping, dragging oxygen into my lungs to fuel the climax building all over my body. I was vaguely aware of him slapping my face with his wet cock but I could only briefly hope that it was doing more for him than it was for me.

I was in my world of swirling mist, lost in the feelings that overwhelmed me.

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard, oh god I'm cumming, cumming. So big, yes, make me cum, feels so good, so big. Oh fuck yes, cum in me please."

He didn't, but I did. Long and hard, my legs held wide open by my lovers while their pal gave me everything he had.

"Ahh, fuck yes, yes, yes. Yes you bastard."

He must have felt it, I'm sure my pussy gripped him tight, tighter than any hand. He stayed with me while I came back to earth and then he was gone, leaving me empty and ready to be filled by one of his friends. I lost count of the number of times they swapped or the number of times I climaxed with one of them shagging me hard. All I know is that I loved every second of it.

At some point I was turned over and laid out face down on the table, my mouth was carefully turned to the side so the man standing there could push his hips back and forward to use my throat the way he'd just used my cunt.

Why does it feel so dirty when a man holds my head as he fucks my face?

As soon as they realised the change of position meant my hands were available, two spare cock were pushed against them. There was too much going on for me to focus on everything but they didn't care. Rough male hands wrapped my slender digits round their hot hard shafts and slid my fingers up and down their hardness; they were using my hands to wank themselves.

I love being taken from behind and clearly they loved it too. The merry-go-round went on and on and still none of them had cum. My body reacted to each new cock and reached climax after climax until I was drained of energy and no more than a puppet, a receptacle for them to pound with a never ending supply of hard dick. They were loving it, telling each other and me that they'd fucked me to a standstill, and they had.

I knew from the feel of them in my pussy, my hands and my mouth that they were all desperate to finish but that some kind of misplaced pride was holding them back.

Finally, Steve broke and at the call of "Next" he cried out that he couldn't hold back. He was standing next to my head, his hips undulating as wave after wave pushed him round my mouth and into my eager throat. His grip on my head tightened, his thrusts became faster, harder, deeper. If I'd been looking for a way to avoid taking his cum in my mouth, it wasn't going to happen. Everything stopped and he plunged against my face, my hair twisted in a knot round his fingers. Someone's cock was still buried in me up to the hilt and my hands were held round 2 more stiff rods. None of that mattered, no one else was moving. Only the fingers twisting my nipples carried on as if their owner hadn’t been told to stop.

In a surreal moment, he let rip with an anguished cry and sent jet after jet of hot goo over my tongue and into my throat. He didn't stop pushing for what felt like minutes, holding me tight against his groin so I had no choice but to either choke or swallow as fast as I could. I chose to swallow. The others cheered him on but stood strangely still. I wondered what our voyeur in the garden next door thought of his free porn show now.

One by one, as if Steve had released them from some unspoken bargain, they went in search of their own release. I knew that Joel had hold of the back of my head when he spasmed and sent his man seed down my throat to join Steve's. That meant it must have been John and Kev who hammered away at my pussy before grunting their way through orgasms that left me with spunk running down my thighs in cool white rivers.

One by one they walked away after the finished. They said nothing to me, John had the nerve to thank Bill but then he was gone too. Bill held me in place with his hand on my back while he stroked his cock, purple and angry in the faint light.

"Good girl Roz, that hubby of yours has no idea what he's missing. I've got plenty of friends who are looking forward to meeting a slut like you. Now here's my present for you."

His hand moved furiously over his cock, it only took seconds before he aimed himself at my face and shot his load onto me. He jettisoned his sperm into my hair and across my cheek, my left eye closed to stop a globe of his warm spunk blinding me. His hand slapped down hard on my bare arse, I tensed, expecting him to have his fun, but he didn't. I was past any form of reaction if he had carried on spanking me, perhaps he knew that and couldn't see any point in it.

He walked away leaving me bent at the waist still resting face down on the table, my mind drifted back to the neighbour and the view he must have of my well used cum leaking pussy. I lay still wondering if he might climb over and give me one last fuck.

He didn't.

I watched his back disappear past the side of his house without even a backward glance, leaving me to wonder just what Bill had turned me into that I would even think of that one last cock I'd missed out on.

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Comments(70)

SventheElder
Posted 27 Jan 2014 14:02
so that's how it's come together - very good.

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LASARDaddy
Posted 12 Nov 2013 10:24
That was very good. It got me very worked up.

Thank you
oleharleydude
Posted 10 Aug 2013 18:15
your writting is exceptional roz. thank you for a very good read. keep up the good work, lady red.
EyesofGreen
Posted 29 Jun 2013 07:40
As if I was there.
jmk1955
Posted 17 Jun 2013 09:22
just love stories about sluts
standishman
Posted 10 Jun 2013 11:19
Can't write anything new given all these many comments. So let me just say that I agree with all the great comments, and incorporate them into my one comment here!
Rovers318
Posted 08 Jun 2013 05:23
A word smith who has one fantastic imagination Roz. Where do you get your ideas from. I see a mirror image in your previous story with hubby watching from the shadows. One very powerful aphrodiasic but, at the same time, had me cringing at the treatment metered out. Not my thing but enjoyed the story. Certainly captured my attention. Very impressed & look forward to reading more....K
DarkRavager
Posted 27 May 2013 03:43
A very very erotic chapter from a very intelligent hungry( for you know what) seductress

sxaddited60
Posted 01 Apr 2013 13:47
Roz You are a great writer, you had my fingers in your hair the entire story.
oklahomaguy
Posted 04 Mar 2013 10:17
So hot I love the detailed story line
notty54
Posted 04 Mar 2013 09:54
Excellent story.xx
calum09
Posted 12 Dec 2012 09:58
quite challenging stuff to write about, very erotic, will read on
Gene
Posted 25 Nov 2012 00:06
totally got me finished
lyk2lik12
Posted 19 Nov 2012 20:08
Having a slutty wife is great.
hammer
Posted 15 Nov 2012 05:17
typical rozzzzzz hot as ever
lazarus
Posted 09 Nov 2012 05:56
This is just so hot
Likefinewine1
Posted 26 Sep 2012 20:35
Loved it
SandraDeeisHorny
Posted 21 Sep 2012 02:41
Well this one is better,but I guess I'm not in a good mood today.
seemywowzza
Posted 14 Sep 2012 08:14
mmmRozzzzzz... very hot hot HOT story
mashman
Posted 14 Sep 2012 07:26
fantastic story very full and outlandish but great writing keep on keeping on. 5
Lizafucksalot
Posted 04 Aug 2012 01:56
I mean I'm pretty wild (I think), but this story is like crazy wild?
Posted 27 May 2012 18:36
As has been said a "fun" read.
Posted 27 May 2012 17:15
Haha you are a slut aren't you.
Nelix10
Posted 19 Apr 2012 10:44
Can't wait for my party invite x
olderthandirt
Posted 17 Mar 2012 23:50
One hot story I love every bit of it..... well written
burrito
Posted 26 Feb 2012 03:32
another great story. great writer please keep writing
Kristtoffer
Posted 07 Feb 2012 18:32
Great!
haxaw11
Posted 18 Oct 2011 03:51
Somehow you have bridged the gap between Fantasy and reality, if there is any reality to your stories, youy must live in a Very happy neighborhood. Thanks for another wonderful story.
thetiggler
Posted 17 Oct 2011 17:34
Another great story. You write in such a way that it is easy to visualise it happening for real.
wifelover69
Posted 14 Oct 2011 03:28
Almost a Novella Roz Excellent
Shibui
Posted 13 Oct 2011 16:13
Now, go home and tell us about fucking your hubby.....
matureguy
Posted 04 Oct 2011 01:18
Well Roz i finally got around to posting a comment on your brilliant story - its terrific that you managed to weave so much sex into a relatively short story and then go over it again to create a completely different story from another perspective excellent writing and loasd of sexy descriptive detail (as usual)
Pussymaster1960
Posted 01 Oct 2011 19:07
You sure know how to make my cock hard with your fuck stories. Keep it up and I will keep it up also.
Pelicanbill
Posted 01 Oct 2011 01:03
Your story telling ability has surpassed itself in being able to present the same story from two different aspects. I have now caught up with your stories,so am awaiting the next. Thank you.
boomer208
Posted 30 Sep 2011 13:43
incredible, great story. Love slut wife stories
markuk1971
Posted 20 Sep 2011 08:37
very very sexy storie your stories are way intense please keep up the good work
hawkeyes700
Posted 14 Sep 2011 09:53
Great job as always Roz love it when you get me all warm and fuzzy lol keep writting ill keep reading thanks again Roz
exwifescuckold
Posted 08 Sep 2011 13:19
I Love This One Too Roz, and I am sure alot of hard cocks reading this one 5star award from my dick. thanks again
swollen
Posted 03 Sep 2011 13:15
Excuse the pun but 'fuck me!' that was one hell of a story! She really is a naughty wifey, isn't she ?! You've created a great fantasy for any hot-blooded, hetro woman to dwell on. Top drawer stuff. x
somemarriedguyinks
Posted 02 Sep 2011 10:29
Great story, love it.
Louis55
Posted 01 Sep 2011 11:49
Loved this one! So much cum (in the story & by me!). Having a guys party next month Roz, want to cum?
oldergentleman49
Posted 31 Aug 2011 05:29
Dumb husband, lucky guys! What a great fucking story!

CharlotteRusse1
Posted 30 Aug 2011 19:27
Roz that was such fun to read. Your storytelling is getting more detailed and intense.
Confessional
Posted 29 Aug 2011 03:09
One of the best slut stories I've ever read. Awesome, I'd love to think some of it is true.
Navigator86
Posted 27 Aug 2011 19:39
Roz, a truelymagnificant story from the first person. I imagine my wife being taken several times on the rare occasion. I can only imagine being one of the guys having a go at you.
weetommy1
Posted 27 Aug 2011 00:22
Dear Roz , reading your story was just like listening to Diane , when she came home from a date . Hearing how it was for her , her excitement , her shame , what she said , how she begged to be used . So hot - Thank you . Love Weetommy
curvygalore
Posted 25 Aug 2011 11:17
Superb as always Roz! Vividly written and beautifully described. But its the 1st person emotional content that makes your stories so very special. That clear sense of unease through a haze of lust. Bravissimo!
e-reader
Posted 22 Aug 2011 05:16
Oh my god, you should be illegal. Are you really as dirty as you sound?
oldfucker
Posted 21 Aug 2011 06:11
Roz, you've done it again. Elouently written. Made my cock very hungry
SluttyKim
Posted 21 Aug 2011 05:42
I Loved it sweetie- you always make my pussy wet.
skip2951
Posted 20 Aug 2011 12:50
great.,.,.love a slut...more
Coco
Posted 18 Aug 2011 16:44
Roz, a true dick addict. The nastiness was very arousing but I could never, even if I wanted.
echopomp
Posted 18 Aug 2011 15:15
very sexy.

love the reluctance, moving to wanton acceptance.
p4ml
Posted 18 Aug 2011 13:01
I am SO pleased you wrote the same story from your POV - breathtakingly brilliant - only rated a 5 because there is no 10. As Whysosserious said: "Roz the slut" adventures are superb.
sundance
Posted 18 Aug 2011 12:30
another great story. Well done!
darwot
Posted 18 Aug 2011 10:01
Another great story so hot and sexy, well done.
frswriter
Posted 18 Aug 2011 09:25
Outstanding babe , you do know how to hold us, couldn't put it down till i read it all.
dwarf63
Posted 18 Aug 2011 09:14
Great story great turn on and as real as always
Cyberborg
Posted 18 Aug 2011 03:56
Great description and so believable.
AGreyFoxxx
Posted 18 Aug 2011 03:13
Fantastic! You paint such a vivid picture with your words that it leaves little doubt that you truly are addicted to men, just as they are addicted to you. I'd like to become a 'member' of your fan club!
whysoserious
Posted 18 Aug 2011 02:23
Fantastic story........real turn on......I luv Roz the slut, and look forward to reading about many more of her adventures. 5 out of 5!!
daveb
Posted 18 Aug 2011 02:11
OMG!!!!!! So HOT and Made me so horny!!!! Great!!!!
nazhinaz
Posted 18 Aug 2011 00:28
What a sex filled, spicy, hot story. Better then the Builders. Great Roz, U definitely great to enjoy & experiement sex.
Instinct79
Posted 18 Aug 2011 00:25
That was fucking great!
tender_cowboy
Posted 17 Aug 2011 20:40
i must agree with the rest Roz that was so well done and so extremely hot. Your pen is no doubt mightier than any sword.
lfrancis
Posted 17 Aug 2011 18:47
Loved it Roz, we need pics of Roz in her situations. Thank you great story...
weluvit
Posted 17 Aug 2011 15:06
oh roz you ve done it agian thanks so much
OldGeezer
Posted 17 Aug 2011 14:24
Magnificent, Roz, your best yet, I'd say. The combination of outright multiple sex with your lustful longings, knowing that you ought to feel wrong, but loving it even more because of that, really turned me on. As Bill said...Next!! and soon please.

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Mobius_NR
Posted 17 Aug 2011 13:58
Simply amazing! Girl on a scale of 1 to 10, you are a 15-1/2!
BushBuns
Posted 17 Aug 2011 12:15
Well done, Roz. You are a very hot, sexy woman that knows she loves sex. That is brilliant - as is this expereince and your story telling. Sure got me going and wishing...
 

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