Getting what she wanted

Written to order, published as suggested.

It was turning into a bad day. Michelle had spent too long sunbathing nude in the back garden, again. She knew she could be seen from the top of a bus if passengers were standing up facing the right way, and she was sure she had her regulars. She had meant to do things in the house but time had just flown as she'd displayed her tanned curves.
 
Michelle had also been on Lush again. Flirting as usual, which was how she got together with Ian. Both in their 40's, it had been a meeting of minds, and, long story short, he got inside her head, and she inside his, and then they got together for real. The fact that they already knew what turned each other on made for some interesting times.
 
Ian had his ways, as did Michelle, and there were times when they'd fight. But that was mostly playing, so they could end up with Ian fucking her in whatever room they ended up in, both pretending that she was unwilling. They had even fucked in the garden. She liked her sex rough and ready.
 
Other than telling lies, a clean house was the biggest of Ian's things. She'd lied once, and he didn't speak to her for 5 days. She really hated that, it got to her. This morning Michelle had promised to clean up, ready for a quiet weekend; now it was late on Friday afternoon and the house was looking bad.
 
Ian worked for an old friend, running security for certain entertainment venues, but today was an office day, and then it was his weekend off. He could be home at any time, so Michelle threw on a house coat, and tried to catch up. He walked in ten minutes later and didn't say a word about the mess. He just went for a shower, and then sat in front of the telly to wait for his dinner, which he liked around 6.
 
Quiet was bad!
 
After a hurried tidy up, she got dinner going still in her house coat, but just couldn't get caught up. She finally served it at 6.20pm. He had said nothing since getting home, he didn't even look at her, and the longer it went on, the more nervous she got.
 
“Lush OK was it?” he asked toward the end of his meal, his voice deep; she knew it was a further sign of his real displeasure. Not playful!
 
“Yes.” No point saying she'd not logged in. “Every one likes your new story, it's got 29 votes, and a 4.8 average. It's good!”

“Not so good it can do the house work though!”
 
“Sorry, I know, do it first and then sun bathe, I'm sorry Ian. Really!”
 
“Well if you know, why let it slip, if the sun goes, it goes, the house work won't! Less flashing your cunt to passing buses and fucking on line won't hurt you. I offered to take you dogging, you chickened out both times. If you can only get what you want on line, do it. I don't stop you! But surely a little house work on top of your 20 hours a week job isn't too much to ask!”
 
“It's not the same on line when you're here, watching, and I get less!
 
“I know, you've said. Well,” he said, standing up to leave the table, “I'm off for a short lay down, then we're off out, I fancy a drink. Wear that 30's Charleston type dress, the short silver one, no bra, crotchless pants, heels. Hhmmm, yeah, and webbing! I'll get myself up. And please wash up woman!” None of it was said in a manner that showed forgiveness, but Michelle always liked it when he was bossy, masterful.
 
She went up an hour later to get dressed to go out, and looked at him stretched out on the bed. It was a good job they'd met on line. He looked younger than his years but still, he was no head turner. It was his character she loved him for. He was a good snuggle on a cold night, and not the worst sexual partner she'd ever had, by some distance.
 
He even still showed open affection for her, not like some men that shy away from holding hands, or kissing in public. He told her several times a week how kissable her face was. He was a good man, and he knew he was a lucky one too. She decided on seamed stockings in order to give her man the very best effect of her lovely legs.
 
Ian stayed in his jeans, had on a clean blue sweat shirt, and black trainers. Michelle looked a million dollars as usual, but he always said he'd rather have her. He didn't check her underwear choice until they were outside the house, a hand up her dress and just a quick run of a finger over her labia, on the door step. She felt better, he was playful again. If the cab driver saw, so much the better.
 
The dress was already making her nipples hard, one reason he liked her without a bra. The other one was that this dress showed a lot of breast from the side, and he liked to show her off as much as she liked to be shown.
 
They went to one of the less fancy clubs, he had enough of the noisier ones when he was actually working the doors etc. This one had alcoves of various shapes and sizes, with separate lighting, spread around the sides of the dance floor. You could have a quiet time if you wanted, so Ian could avoid the work side of things, mostly.

Michelle could dance here if she felt like it, one thing Ian never did, and she could tease him with flashes from the dance floor, and flirt to the high heavens. No one went too far with Ian's girl, unless they were new, and they got told soon enough, but they knew it was fine to flirt big style.
 
Ian wouldn't tell Michelle just which members had said it, but he did tell her that many of the male club members would love to bang her brains out. The thought always made her a little damp in her smooth, hairless pussy. It was one of her best fantasies.
 
As usual, when they walked into the club, Michelle was bombarded with greetings and flirting, and was quickly found a stool at the bar. The dress showed plenty of leg as she perched, and the seams on the stockings just gave every man an even better treat.
 
A few drinks at the bar, and Ian vanished for 5 minutes. On his return they went into a small alcove and sat side by side, with Ian's right hand on her left leg, and Michelle leaning into him, her left hand holding his right biceps. She was relieved when he gradually moved his hand up her leg, and turned to kiss her warm lips. He was still obviously not fully happy, because he was still coming over as a bit masterful toward her, which she liked. However he was getting horny too, and while a masterful Ian was good, a horny masterful Ian was great.
 
His finger brushed her labia through the crotchless briefs. “Naughty man!” she whispered between kisses. “You're making me all wet!”

“Easiest thing in the world, you little tart,” he said as he inserted two fingers a short way into her pussy.
 
His tone spoke of how she was going to be so very roughly treated later, and it made her wetter still, and she knew she was already just a short distance from orgasm.

“I don't know what you mean my lovely man!” she breathed back, huskily.
 
Ian pulled out his fingers and lifted her legs over his, he put his right arm round her shoulders, his middle and forefinger glistening, and she turned her head to her right to lick the fingers clean. As she did so, he pushed the corresponding fingers of his left hand into her willing pussy, and used the thumb to firmly crush her button.
 
“Oh you bad man, if someone else comes in here! Oh shit, mmmmmahh!”

“Slut!”
 
“Only for you sweet man, only for you!” she said when her mild cum was over.
 
“Come on, lets go to the small function room, I've an idea!” Ian said.
 
That said, Michelle had little choice but to go along as he took a firm hold of her left hand. This should be good she thought, once before they'd fucked on the desk of his office with the door unlocked and the club in full swing. He didn't have an office here, but the room they were going to was upstairs, held no more than 30 people if it was crammed, and could make for a nice place to have a little, 'out of the bedroom' sex. She hoped she was right.
 
Ian typed in the code that unlocked the door at the foot of the stairs, and as he did that with his left hand, he pulled down the zip at the back of her dress with his right. She loved the fact that they were still able to be seen at this point by anyone who should enter the corridor, and she was unzipped and indecent.
 
As soon as the door shut behind them he pulled the straps off her shoulders, and the dress swished to the floor. He didn't let her pick it up, he just led her up the stairs to the function room. As an exited and heavily aroused Michelle reached the top, Ian pulled her hard and propelled her into the room where three familiar faces greeted her.
 
They were all security guys that Ian was manager to. He'd made a call and arranged it during his missing five minutes. One call to Terry, and Terry did the rest. All Michelle knew was, she was standing in front of three men whose faces she knew but not their names.They were whistling and making approving noises, and she was wearing heels, stockings and suspenders, black lace crotchless briefs that she'd cum in, and a watch.
 
Before she could speak Ian had her bent over a round table and kicked her feet apart like he was going to search her. He held her firmly with his right hand on her back, and a solid built shaven headed guy of around 35, held her wrists and kept her arms out in front. Her breasts were squeezed flat on the table under her and her head turned to the left.
 
“IAN!” the blond cried out, half way to a scream.
 
“Shut up you daft cow!” he told her, not shouting but with the voice she knew meant 'behave or else' to a rowdy club goer.
 
“You spend too much time looking for it, and never do it, so I'm making sure you get it now and then you can use your time do DO THE FUCKING HOUSE WORK!”

And with the final shout Michelle felt Ian's rock hard cock thrust all the way into her still wet hole so his balls banged against her. It was rough, it was very uncomfortable in spite of her wetness, it was so very embarrassing. But it was also so fucking hot!
 
“Jesus Christ you fucking bastard! Oh shit Ian, please, oh shit please!”
 
Please what? Michelle didn't know. Stop? Don't? Harder? More? She had no idea. But she came like a real slut in under two minutes of Ian's rough fucking.
 
“OHHHH fuck fuck fuck, ooohhhhhh fuck!” she yelled as her pussy ignited and Ian pulled her head up by her hair so everyone could see her cum face.

Ian just kept going. “I'm sick of you keep on about being a slut for me as nothing but a fantasy half the time, and the other half wondering if you should do it for real. Well, by the time we leave here, you'll be a slut and once a slut...”
 
“ALWAYS A SLUT!” all four men in the room chorused.

“So, tell the boys what you want to be, tell them you want to be a slut, my slut. Tell them Michelle!” he demanded in his most commanding way.
 
“Oh God Ian!” she said in a low throaty voice, filled with fear and excitement.
 
“I said fucking tell them, not pray you stupid bitch. Tell them!” and he slapped her right arse cheek hard.

“Owww! Oh shit. I want to be a slut. I want to be Ian's slut!”
 
“Tell them what that means, how will you be a slut tonight, what are you going to do for me with all these big cocks Michelle?” and he slapped her other cheek, hard, as he carried on fucking her over the table.
 
“AHHHhh, I'm going to fuck them. I'm going to fuck them all for you Ian.” He slapped her hard again.
 
“Owwwww”
 
“Good girl Michelle slut, good girl. Now tell me Michelle slut, are they going to use condoms or are you going to take all the cum you can get? Tell me Michelle slut!” SLAP
 
“Ahhh, I'll take their cum, I want their cum, I want them to fuck their cum into me Ian. Please can I fuck them and take their cum?”
 
The guy on her wrists had let go and stood up. He was about to feed her his cock when Ian said, “You will fuck them, and you'll suck them too. That's what sluts do, and you're going to be a slut!”
 
She couldn't respond as her mouth was now filled with a short but wide cock. The owner, the shaven headed guy, held her head by the hair, and just fucked her mouth, brushing away any hand she tried to hold his cock with. She was fucked at both ends like that for a few minutes more, and then both cocks withdrew, just as she was nearing another cum. She was disappointed.
 
Ian grabbed her hair and walked her round to the side of the table nearest the guys. One was a little older than the one she'd sucked, short black hair and tanned, the other was a similar age, had a very short grey beard and his hair was so short the colour was hard to tell. Ian sat her on the edge of the table.
 
“Look at this guys,” he said as he forced her legs apart by pushing on her knees. “you'll be up it soon, Michelle wants to fuck you, ain't that nice!”
 
As the three men all grinned wickedly Ian, standing to her left, opened her labia with the middle and index finger of his right hand, and showed off her clitoris. She was so embarrassed her stomach was turning over. She was also turned on but she was a little scared too. Had she pushed him too far? He'd never really blown up at her, never lost his temper. Was this him over the edge? He was no longer masterful, he was forceful.
 
“Ian?” she said cautiously.
 
He straightened up and shocked her by slapping down hard on her left buttock with his right hand. Michelle yelped.
 
“Do shut the fuck up! If you were at home now you'd be on line watching or reading this stuff. Guys, Michelle would be at home, thrusting her fingers in and out of her wet hole, rubbing her nub and imagining herself right here, doing this. She'd work those fingers hard and pretend I had her here with you fucking her, working her wet hole hard thinking of her Ian and his mates up her cunt. Go on Michelle, show us. Work your fingers in that wet hole for me, for your Ian, go on, fuck your cunt for me, be my slut!”
 
Michelle did just that as he spoke. She worked her fingers in and out and up and down, concentrating on the fact that she was now masturbating for Ian, in front of three of his staff, all with hard ons ready to fuck her. She worked her clitoris hard too, her fingers working over the G spot inside her and she was soon moaning out a cum of healthy proportions. She missed the nod as Ian sent in the black haired guy to fuck her.
 
Michelle barely had her fingers away before she had a cock rammed roughly in instead. Sitting on the table edge she had to keep her feet on the floor and put her hands behind her to support herself, so she was fucked as hard as the guy liked and just had to take it, discomfort and all. He rammed at her hard and fast, and held onto her hips to balance himself as his balls slapped noisily against her. She wasn't sure if she should, but she loved it.
 
“You know boss, I just love her breasts.” said the bearded one, “They move so fucking sexily I just love 'em!”

Ian replied, “Well, grab one mate, she's here to get seen to, so help yourself.” Ian looked her in the eyes and continued, “And if she gives you any grief, slap her!”
 
As he said the word he carried out the action. This time it was half her buttock and half her hip, but she yelped just the same. The guy grabbed her right breast and moulded it for several seconds before leaning in to suck the nipple through his teeth, and then worry at it. Michelle was already leaning back anyway, and it was like she was offering her breasts up to be used. She was taking cock and being watched, just like she fantasized about, just like the slut she pretended to be in her mind. Her loins began to churn and her wet hole began to electrify.
 
“OHHHHH no! OHHHH fuck, oh shitshitshitshitshit! FUUUUUUCK!”

Her voice went up as she cursed out the cum, and then she braced herself rigid as the thing hit her full on and made her shudder for several seconds.
 
“Now tell us what you are Michelle! You just masturbated for us and came on that cock, so what are you Michelle? What does that make you?” Ian demanded as she returned to a more normal state.
 
“Slut!” she panted, “A slut, your slut, I'm a slut!” she managed between pants.
 
“Good girl Michelle slut, good girl.” Ian said as her breast was left to bounce once more.
 
Michelle was still being fucked hard, and a minute later she felt the cock in her cunt explode inside her, filling her with jets of warm gooey cum as she was pumped by the shooting weapon.

“See how easily she takes a load guys? She loves it!” Ian claimed.
 
The bald guy she'd sucked took her hand as soon as his friend was out of the way, and she was steered to stand in front of the guy with the beard as he sat on the side bench seat, naked from the waste down, his engorged cock waiting for her to sit on.
 
“Turn round, face them!” he told her.
 
Ian then ripped the panties off and threw them away, they were no longer needed. He told her to sit down on the hard rod being presented. She sat back carefully to lower her dripping snatch onto the next cock Ian had for her. As soon as she had the head inside her, her shoulders were grabbed from behind and she was rammed down as he pushed up.

“Harrrg” she called out.
 
Even just having been fucked, it was a rough entry. Ian pulled her stocking clad legs up so she was only supported by the man beneath her, and her hands on the seat, and then lowered her feet on the outside of the legs she was now sitting on. She was fully exposed as he then knelt before her to lick her nub while she was fucked, and it was driving her toward another cum in the not too distant future.
 
As she helped them to use her body Michelle had to admit she was kind of enjoying how the two voyeurs looked on, and talked about how she was built to be fucked, how she ought to be used for men's pleasure all the time and, how good it was of Ian to let them have her. It was good of Ian. Not Michelle, who was speared on the cock of some guy, it was good of Ian to let them. What was she then?

Michelle wasn't sure how long this went on, but she was still a little short of coming when she was pushed forward and off the bearded guy as Ian stood up, and the bearded guy lay on the floor.
 
“Mount him slut!” Ian ordered, “Mount him and lean forward, I'm going to fuck your arse while he fucks your cunt!”

Michelle looked at him, she liked her arse fucked, but had never thought of a double penetration before, it looked painful. The slap on her hip was! He knew she would probably enjoy a slap to the face more, but just couldn't bring himself to do it.
 
“I didn't ask you to do the house work! I said to sit on the bloody cock you damn slut. Now, sit!” She was told.
 
Michelle steered the cock back inside her cunt, and sat all the way down until she had it all in. It did feel good. She felt Ian behind her almost immediately, arranging her bum cheeks with both hands, and lining up his cock with her brown hole. There were some fluids already around it, seeped from her quim while on the bench seat, but not enough.
 
Ian pushed her down until her head was beside that of the guy with his dick in her cunt, her breasts flattened between them, and she felt the first painful push, as Ian began the task of forcing his hard pole into her arse. It hurt, she groaned, she was told to shut up and stop being a girl. She was a slut now and was being used like one. Like the slut she fantasized about being when she was at home fingering herself, and now it was true.
 
He had nearly half his dick inside her arse, and she was still full of cock in her cunt. Ian spat on his cock and moved back and forth a little from his current position to work in his spittle, and then carried on heaving, pushing his way in and stretching her anus painfully.
 
“Michelle slut, I think we'll tattoo it on you, in several places, Michelle slut, your name! What do you think boys?” They all agreed, but she was hoping he was just making a threat, to worry and therefore excite her.
 
Ian had now got his full length inside her rear hole, and he and the guy under her began to fuck her in unison, steady even strokes so as not to lose one or the other cock as they fucked her. Each stroke was all the way in, and although as she stretched the pain disappeared, it remained a discomfort for her. She was growing to like it. She'd never been so full of meat before.
 
Michelle's hair was pulled to raise her head, and kneeling before her was the bald guy she'd sucked earlier, looking for more. She knew she'd have to take it, it was obvious. She sucked him in and held her lips tight to his cock as he fucked her face, she was now taking three cocks at the same time. It made vocalising her cum after a few minutes of being fucked face, cunt and arse, that bit more difficult.
 
“MMMMMmmmmmmmmmhh!” she squealed over her mouthful, unable to do anything more.
 
It was a subtle shift from the cock in her cunt that caught her just so, and set her off. Her hole oozed her cum juices as she shuddered and shook throughout her body. Ian felt her cum and slapped her hard on the arse while calling her a slut, which just made her cum longer, draining her as her pussy almost overloaded her with ecstasy. She then felt herself receive more fluids as a second load of cum was shot into her slutty tunnel in long warm strings from below.
 
Michelle felt Ian speed up as the spent cock slipped from her slimy pussy, a gooey mess sliding from her. Ian was going for broke, rough, hard and deep, he went at her back passage savagely and even though she had just cum, she came again when Ian filled her back passage with his own seed, telling her to remember just what a slut she now was.

The two spent men removed themselves from Michelle to watch her suck the last cock. Still on all fours she knew not to hold it, it was just long enough to make her gag now and then, but not long enough to take into a deep throat, even if she wanted to. But the width did make things little awkward too.

“Fucking hell boss, you get that mouth round your cock all the time? You lucky lucky bastard, she takes it like a pro man! She's like a fucking vacuum!”
 
She had no idea who'd said it, but it was Ian who replied, “And the cunt, face it chaps, I'm one lucky bastard, and if you behave yourselves, I'll let you use her again sometime. She'll love it. Won't you Michelle slut!” The last four words were directed at Michelle.
 
Unable to answer fast enough she got a slap on her backside for her slowness, and when Ian repeated the statement, she managed, “Uhuh, uhuh!”
 
“Good girl!”
 
Two minutes later Michelle felt the cock in her mouth pulse, jerk and it then spit it's load onto the back of her throat and she had to swallow, her head was held firmly onto the cock so there was no option. She managed it all without choking and as soon as her head was released, she sat up on her haunches and gasped for breath.

The men admired her heaving breasts, and Ian took a picture on his phone. “Sit back on the floor, open your legs so I can show you what a slut looks like the next time you think about it!” He captured the mess that was her fucked pussy.
 
Her stockings had wet cum stains round the tops, and the knees were gone, so she took them off when Ian was done. He threw her a bar towel. “Best clean your mess up off the floor, hah, just like home eh?”
 
Two of the guys went, saying goodbye to Ian, but not Michelle. The black haired guy who'd cum up her on the table was the only guest left.
 
“Thanks Terry, sure you don't mind driving us home?”
 
“Course not boss, glad to. You go out the back and I'll see to the alarm lock, and bring the car round. No point walking Michelle though the bar looking like that!”
 
The look on Ian's face told her he was considering it. He decided not to. As soon as Michelle had her dress back on, Terry let them through the door to the back alley, and they waited in silence for him to pick them up. She was still not sure just where she stood.
 
Ian sat in front with Terry, leaving her to stew in the back. It seemed a long trip home and on the way, Michelle thought about what had been done to her, and worried about how much she really did like it as more then mere fantasy. Eventually they entered the house as Terry drove away, flashing his lights goodbye.
 
“So, happy to be a proper slut at last are you?” Ian asked once they were in the lounge.
 
“Yes Ian,” she replied, carefully, happily, “I want to be your slut. Please let me fuck other men for you. I'd like to make you happy!”
 
“Look at this!”
 
He went through the pictures on his phone, there were more than she'd known of. Her favourite was from the side as she had all three holes filled. Ian had got Terry to take it as he watched Ian and the other two use her body. Michelle had never seen herself fucked before, and even after her ordeal she felt a little turned on at the sight. Ian passed her the phone and told her to put it on the coffee table behind her. When she turned back he was removing his sweat shirt and pushing off his trainers.
 
“Get my jeans, take it all off!” he directed her. She undid the belt and the jeans, and pulled everything down to his feet so he could step out of them. His cock was ready to use her again.
 
“Bury your head in the sofa!” he told her as he pushed her toward the seat.
 
Michelle bent from the waste, feet apart as Ian held her hips. He threw the dress up over her back, and she felt him rub the head of his member up and down her still wet labia, then when he was ready, he shoved it all the way into her in one go, and began to fuck her with slow withdrawals, but going back in hard and fast.
 
After around ten minutes of hard thrusting, she was allowed to raise herself to the back of the sofa, so Ian could also grab her swinging breasts from time to time, and squeeze her nipples, hard.
 
“This is where you sit and wank, imagining how you're being fucked and abused by all sorts of men while you read and watch porn. This is where you play with your cunt, ramming your fingers in your wet hole, thinking of being a slut for me. And now you are a slut!” Ian reminded her as he fucked her.

“On a sofa, wanting to be a slut for the man you met online. You want to be a slut for me, well now you are Michelle, you're my slut! And you'll fuck who I say and be grateful for the cock!”

His thrusting was getting more even, and she was caught up between reality and fantasy with a burning building within her. He kept on, “You can fuck anyone you like here, on line on the sofa, I'll let you do that, but in real life, you fuck for me, anyone I say, like a proper slut, that's what you want isn't it, to fuck men for my pleasure, to be my slut?”
 
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS, Oh fuck yes, CHRIST FUCK YES!” She cried when her cum hit.
 
Her legs nearly went but he held her, and before she was done cumming, he shot his seed into her where two other men had shot theirs earlier, yelling as he came. “OHHHHHH SHIT, you fucking little whore! Shit but you're a fucking hot bitch Michelle!”

They fell onto the sofa in a heap, eventually oozing themselves into some kind of snuggle, and as he hugged her he said warmly, “Now will you do the damn house work without me nagging, if I make sure you get more nights like tonight?”
 
“I promise!” she said, wondering just how rough it would be if she didn't keep her promise. The thought excited her.