Becoming a Slag: Lucy's story
This is a true story written by my wife Lucy, thats been rewritten by jackevermore
(Thanks Jack)
Becoming a Slag
I smiled with Mally’s soft cock in my mouth, only an hour earlier he and his wife Marie had come over for a little chat over drinks, now my husband, Tony, was taking Marie by the hand and leading her to the upstairs bedroom.
“Feel free to join us, Lucy,” he said as he rubbed Marie’s ass going up the steps.
I gave a guttural response not wanting to part with Mally’s cock which was still soft after had been giving him the best licks a horny wife can muster.
“Is my tits you want, dear?” I took a quick break from his cock as he squeezed and pawed at my clothed tits.
“Yes.”
I stood up and backed away swaying as I slowly removed my frock. My full breasts popped out of my Basque and were protruding over the top, my nipples together with my aureoles like two door knobs wanting to be turned and suckled by him.
“What a slag,” he said staring at the core of me. I wasn’t wearing knickers under my tights. I continued to sway and grind with slow, sexy movements waiting for him to take me.
The word slag had aroused me more than anything he had done so far. I realized that I wanted to be a slag, his slag, Tony’s slag, a slag for the very sake of slagness. I could feel myself becoming moist as he sat me down on the chair and pushed me back to remove my tights. My legs were straight up as he pulled them down over my bum licking the top of my fanny as he did and then salivating over my clit with his tongue. Having removed my tights, my pussy and fanny were totally exposed to him. He slowly caressed my now wet, hot fanny, licked my rapidly rising clit, and probed deep into my gaping cunt with his fingers.
“Lick my cunt juices.” I urged him on, holding his head firmly against my pussy lips.
“Get upstairs you, slag. I'm going to fuck you so you can’t stand up no more.”
I trembled with desire for him; every utterance of the word slag was like an erotic whip stinging me. He walked up the stairs behind me stroking my bum the entire time. I waggled it in his face and bent over so he could get a full, fleshy look at my eager fanny, just waiting to be fucked senseless.
I only remember bits and pieces after arriving at the top of the stairs. I had had a couple of drinks, but it was the word slag that had inebriated me and left me hungry for more.
Mally took me for a wee and held my buttocks over the pot. When I tried to put his cock into my mouth he said: “so you’re a pervert as well as a slag are you?”
“Try me,” I said with that gleam in my eye and a slag grin on my face.
"Okay, you dirty slag.”
He was hard and ready now and I showed him what a proper wife can become when she has been teased and taunted beyond the point of no return. I ached for everything we did without regret. I remember wanting to see what Tony and Marie were up to, but Mally wouldn't let me which turned me on even more.
“You’re mine to do with as I please.”
Tony came into the room at one point and I remember being worried that he would be upset to see me sitting on Mally’s cock, my hands cradling Mally’s balls, but he just wanted me to suck his lovely big cock. I took him so deep, I nearly choked! I ran my tongue around his knob and tickled his balls, I thought I was in for a threesome, but he buggered off as soon as he was hard. Mally seemed a bit shocked at all this, which seems odd, given all that had occurred up to that point. I mean he had to know that my husband was feeding his cock to Marie. Now that I think about it, maybe Tony’s cock had intrigued him and he had been embarrassed by his desire.
I woke in the morning in one of those fogs of lapsed memory. I felt a big hard cock in the middle of my back and a hand encircling my tit and another fingering my cunt hole.
“Hi sexy.” I said, thinking it was Tony.
“Good morning you randy bitch,” he said.
I turned to see Mally.
“Fancy another one?”
“I might as well get my money’s worth.”
My fanny was a bit dry so he licked my clit and probed my cunt with his fingers. He was making me squirm with his deft manipulations.
“I want your cock in my mouth.”
“Well that’s what a good slag does.”
I went down on him slowly at first moving my hand up and down his shaft licking his knob end with my tongue. He was knelt up against the wall and I was in my rightful place knelt in front of him with my bum in the air. The sight was too much for him.
“No more,” he said. “I'm going to fuck you.”
He pushed me back on the bed on my back. I was more than ready for him by this time, but just as I thought he was going to enter me, he started rooting around for a jonny. When he finally found one and put it on I had gone off the boil, but the engine started again when he entered me with powerful thrusts, fucking me vigorously while sucking and pulling on my nipples. I put one leg on his shoulder so he could get deep inside his slag.
“Oooohhh,” he said. “I like it like that.”
“Then you’ll love this.” I raised my other leg.
“What you gonna do with that?”
“Just watch,” I said, as I curled both my legs around his neck and lifted my arse to meet his thrusting cock, his eyes went wide in pure lust and rolled back in his head.
“You’re making me cum, you randy, slag bitch!” He screamed, I am sure the neighbors heard, and nearly pushed me through the wall into the next room as I felt his cock explode inside me.
“I am a slag, your slag.”
Now all I can think about is the creamy moment of his cum and the sudden, sure perverted vibrations etched into my soul by the monosyllabic revelation of slag.
(Thanks Jack)
Becoming a Slag
I smiled with Mally’s soft cock in my mouth, only an hour earlier he and his wife Marie had come over for a little chat over drinks, now my husband, Tony, was taking Marie by the hand and leading her to the upstairs bedroom.
“Feel free to join us, Lucy,” he said as he rubbed Marie’s ass going up the steps.
I gave a guttural response not wanting to part with Mally’s cock which was still soft after had been giving him the best licks a horny wife can muster.
“Is my tits you want, dear?” I took a quick break from his cock as he squeezed and pawed at my clothed tits.
“Yes.”
I stood up and backed away swaying as I slowly removed my frock. My full breasts popped out of my Basque and were protruding over the top, my nipples together with my aureoles like two door knobs wanting to be turned and suckled by him.
“What a slag,” he said staring at the core of me. I wasn’t wearing knickers under my tights. I continued to sway and grind with slow, sexy movements waiting for him to take me.
The word slag had aroused me more than anything he had done so far. I realized that I wanted to be a slag, his slag, Tony’s slag, a slag for the very sake of slagness. I could feel myself becoming moist as he sat me down on the chair and pushed me back to remove my tights. My legs were straight up as he pulled them down over my bum licking the top of my fanny as he did and then salivating over my clit with his tongue. Having removed my tights, my pussy and fanny were totally exposed to him. He slowly caressed my now wet, hot fanny, licked my rapidly rising clit, and probed deep into my gaping cunt with his fingers.
“Lick my cunt juices.” I urged him on, holding his head firmly against my pussy lips.
“Get upstairs you, slag. I'm going to fuck you so you can’t stand up no more.”
I trembled with desire for him; every utterance of the word slag was like an erotic whip stinging me. He walked up the stairs behind me stroking my bum the entire time. I waggled it in his face and bent over so he could get a full, fleshy look at my eager fanny, just waiting to be fucked senseless.
I only remember bits and pieces after arriving at the top of the stairs. I had had a couple of drinks, but it was the word slag that had inebriated me and left me hungry for more.
Mally took me for a wee and held my buttocks over the pot. When I tried to put his cock into my mouth he said: “so you’re a pervert as well as a slag are you?”
“Try me,” I said with that gleam in my eye and a slag grin on my face.
"Okay, you dirty slag.”
He was hard and ready now and I showed him what a proper wife can become when she has been teased and taunted beyond the point of no return. I ached for everything we did without regret. I remember wanting to see what Tony and Marie were up to, but Mally wouldn't let me which turned me on even more.
“You’re mine to do with as I please.”
Tony came into the room at one point and I remember being worried that he would be upset to see me sitting on Mally’s cock, my hands cradling Mally’s balls, but he just wanted me to suck his lovely big cock. I took him so deep, I nearly choked! I ran my tongue around his knob and tickled his balls, I thought I was in for a threesome, but he buggered off as soon as he was hard. Mally seemed a bit shocked at all this, which seems odd, given all that had occurred up to that point. I mean he had to know that my husband was feeding his cock to Marie. Now that I think about it, maybe Tony’s cock had intrigued him and he had been embarrassed by his desire.
I woke in the morning in one of those fogs of lapsed memory. I felt a big hard cock in the middle of my back and a hand encircling my tit and another fingering my cunt hole.
“Hi sexy.” I said, thinking it was Tony.
“Good morning you randy bitch,” he said.
I turned to see Mally.
“Fancy another one?”
“I might as well get my money’s worth.”
My fanny was a bit dry so he licked my clit and probed my cunt with his fingers. He was making me squirm with his deft manipulations.
“I want your cock in my mouth.”
“Well that’s what a good slag does.”
I went down on him slowly at first moving my hand up and down his shaft licking his knob end with my tongue. He was knelt up against the wall and I was in my rightful place knelt in front of him with my bum in the air. The sight was too much for him.
“No more,” he said. “I'm going to fuck you.”
He pushed me back on the bed on my back. I was more than ready for him by this time, but just as I thought he was going to enter me, he started rooting around for a jonny. When he finally found one and put it on I had gone off the boil, but the engine started again when he entered me with powerful thrusts, fucking me vigorously while sucking and pulling on my nipples. I put one leg on his shoulder so he could get deep inside his slag.
“Oooohhh,” he said. “I like it like that.”
“Then you’ll love this.” I raised my other leg.
“What you gonna do with that?”
“Just watch,” I said, as I curled both my legs around his neck and lifted my arse to meet his thrusting cock, his eyes went wide in pure lust and rolled back in his head.
“You’re making me cum, you randy, slag bitch!” He screamed, I am sure the neighbors heard, and nearly pushed me through the wall into the next room as I felt his cock explode inside me.
“I am a slag, your slag.”
Now all I can think about is the creamy moment of his cum and the sudden, sure perverted vibrations etched into my soul by the monosyllabic revelation of slag.
12 years ago
