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By Anonymous Author (c) 1999


A while back, I sent you "Volume I" of my experiences. In case you've forgotten, here's a copy:

I guess I've always been an exhibitionist. I can remember the thrill I got in high school whenever I realized that a boy was trying to look up my skirt. I also remember that on such occasions, I was careful not to ruin his view.

In college, I got a daily rush as I walked to class past the fire station, as the firefighters enjoyed my hot pants and halter-top combinations (needless to say, my male classmates and a few professors also enjoyed the shows). Luckily, I married a wonderful guy who not only tolerates my fantasies, but has led me to new heights.

It all started one day when we were shopping. I was looking for a new pair of shoes and John (my Husband) was off looking at electronics. As a really cute salesman helped me try on a pair of shoes, I realized my skirt was riding up rather high on my legs, giving him a good view.

The rush of excitement started to fill me and I casually managed to brush the hem even higher, until I was sure he could see my black bikini panties. I tried on several pairs of shoes after that, getting hornier with each show. It wasn't until I got up to leave that I saw John standing about 20 feet away, staring at me! As I approached, he asked if I was enjoying myself.

I started to stammer out a reply, but he angrily cut me off. "It's obvious that you were exposing yourself on purpose. Do I bore you so much that you have to get your jollies like this?" With that, he walked away.

After I caught up with him, we went out to our car and had a long talk. I managed to convince him of my love for him and confessed to my long-standing exhibitionism.

To my surprise, he looked me in the eye and offered me a proposition: "If you mean everything you've said, I think we can work something out. Are you willing?"

Of course, I had no choice but to say yes. "OK," he continued, "We're going to have some fun. Since you like to show off so much, I'm going to let you--but, you're going to do exactly as I say. Understand?"

I inhaled deeply and nodded my head.

"All right, then, take off your pantyhose and panties," he ordered.

"W-What?" I stuttered.

"Listen, you little slut," he said, "If you're going to show off, you're going to do it right! You will do exactly as I say, and you will show your pussy where and when I tell you. Now get your fucking panties off!"

Shock and lust mingled as did as I was told. John had never used language like that around me and now he was ordering me around like a whore. As my panties and pantyhose slid off, He ordered, "Now your bra."

Without questioning him further I unhooked my bra, setting my 35c tits free.

"OK," he said, "Let's go shopping."

The rush of the air across my naked pussy turned me on even more as we walked to the mall. Our first stop was Frederick's of Hollywood, where John picked out a black miniskirt, a sheer white blouse, and a garter belt and stockings. He then ordered me into a restroom to change into my "whore clothes."

As I left the restroom, I felt like every eye in the mall was on me. The miniskirt barely covered the tops of the stockings, and the sheer blouse did little to hide the fact that I was braless. As I walked, I could feel my nipples hardening and pressing against the thin material.

"How do you feel," John asked.

"Scared, horny, and confused." I replied.

"Good," he smiled. "You know, those shoes don't match your new outfit. Why don't you go in this shoe store and buy a pair of black spike heels. And, don't even think about leaving until the salesman has had a good look at your cunt." The tone of his voice made it clear that I was expected to obey, so I did.

For the next 15 minutes, I tried on shoes, allowing my skirt to ride up my thighs. The poor salesboy nearly swallowed his tongue with excitement, and the bulge in his pants proved he was getting the view John had commanded. Finally, I made my selection and walked out of the store to John. "Now how do you feel" he asked.

"Now, I'm just horny." I replied.

"That makes two of us," he said, "let's go out to the car so you can blow me."

Again, it was clear I had no choice, so I dutifully followed him to the car and sucked him dry in the parking lot. He then drove home where he gave me the absolute best fucking I've ever had. As we lay in bed, I couldn't help asking if he'd like me to continue the slut role. Smiling deeply, he suggested that I agree to be his whore whenever he asked.

In return, he would promise to fulfill all of my exhibitionist fantasies and that I would be fucked as much as I could stand. In response, I dove under the sheets and sucked greedily on his cock, stopping only to say, "Your wish is my command, Master."

Since that day, my Master has taken me on many shopping trips, always showing my cunt to strangers, and always fucking me fantastically afterwards. On our third such trip, I was really getting into teasing a cute young clerk. He was so turned on, he had trouble talking. As I left the store, John met me and walked me to a nearby bench.

"I think that poor boy needs relief," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I think that you should go back in there, follow him into the stockroom, and offer to suck his cock."

I did as he said, thoroughly enjoying the ten seconds it took to drain the poor boy's cock. Recently, he took me even farther, bringing home two gorgeous hunks to fuck me while he videotaped the action. I can't tell you how thrilling it was to have a cock in my mouth while another stud pounded into my pussy, knowing that John was watching and filming every stroke. And, last night we had our greatest adventure ever. Let me tell you about it:

As usual on a Saturday, I was dressed in my whore outfit. As I pranced around the house, I couldn't help getting wetter and wetter in anticipation of whatever plan my husband had for me.

As usual, I spent a large part of the day looking in the mirror, admiring my outfit. My black micromini skirt just reached the end of my garters--any time I leaned over or sat down, it rose to show my thighs above the stockings. My blouse was all but transparent, and my hard nipples were clearly visible. But, what brought the outfit together was the set of 4-1/2 inch spike heels on which I had to balance.

My husband had told me that in this outfit I was the most beautiful slut he had ever seen and that he constantly wanted to fuck me. Luckily, he usually went with his desires, and Saturdays were often one fuck after another.

Late in the afternoon, we took our weekly shopping trip, where I flashed my pussy and tits to at least ten lucky guys. I was a little disappointed that I wasn't ordered to deliver a blowjob to one of them, but John assured me that I would have my fun later. This, he said, was just a warm-up.

At about 7:00, John ordered me to collect my "toys" (a few dildos and vibrators I keep to entertain John and myself with) and get into the car. He then drove me to the home of one of our friends, Steve.

Steve is a truckdriver who has fucked me several times during our games. He has a huge cock and is always good for a great fucking, so I started to get eager as we pulled into his drive. It was then I noticed four other cars parked in the drive. As we entered the house, I saw that Steve had set up a card table where he and five other guys were playing poker.

Smiling, he greeted us, telling the other players, "Our waitress is here."

All of the guys immediately started placing orders for drinks, which I dutifully filled. As I served the drinks, each of the guys fondled my ass, tits and pussy for as long as they could. I snuck a look at John and saw him smiling like a Cheshire cat. Again following orders, I returned to the kitchen and picked up a tray of snacks, which I also served.

All six guys enjoyed my assets, with several managing to finger-fuck me as I served the guy next to them. John motioned me to follow him into the kitchen and I did so, barely able to control my lust. John immediately removed my skirt and blouse, kissed me, and told me that before the night was over I would be fucked better than I had ever dreamt, but first I needed to tease the guys until they were ready to burst. He then handed me an ice bucket and told me to see if anybody's drinks needed freshened.

Reaching into the bucket, I pulled out an ice cube, which I rubbed on my already hard nipples, until they were nearly as stiff as the cocks in the next room. Then, clad only in a garter belt, stockings and heels, I took a deep breath, walked into the living room and asked, "Anybody need ice?"

The reaction from the men was great. I heard several gasps, one moan and the sound of one poor guy dropping his glass. As I refilled their glasses, it was obvious that all barriers were down. My tits, ass and pussy were caressed, pinched, kissed and sucked as I fought to push them away (of course, I didn't fight too hard).

As I watched the game resume, Steve won a big pot, so I walked over and slid onto his lap. "Since you just won, you won't mind sitting out a hand will you?" I purred.

"Not at all," he answered.

During the next hand, Steve and I kissed and talked. He also took advantage of the time to finger-fuck me almost to an orgasm. Unfortunately, before I could come, the hand ended. The winner this time was Bob, a tall thin blond, who had caught my eye from the beginning of the evening. Eagerly, I moved to his lap, and sucked his tongue deeply into my mouth.

I could feel his cock straining against his pants as I asked, "What's your favorite position for sex?"

He managed to stammer that he liked to fuck doggy style.

"Oooh," I responded, "that's neat-I love getting fucked from behind." The effect was just what I expected: Bob had to fight to keep from creaming his jeans right there.

The next hand ended with Ron, a huge black guy winning the pot--and a lap warmer. As we kissed and he fondled my tits, I asked, "Are black cocks really as big as they say?"

"Mine is," he answered.

Reaching down, I stroked his dick through his pants and sighed deeply. Before I could go further, the hand ended, with Steve winning again. Moving to his lap, I said, "I know what you like," and straddled his legs, putting my now soaked pussy against the bulge in his pants.

As the poker game went on, I slid up and down his trapped shaft. Steve sucked on my tits as I got hotter and hotter. Again, just as I was about to come, the hand ended and I had to change laps. This continued for almost an hour, with each winner enjoying all the attention I could give him.

Several times, the guys started to undo their pants and free their suffering dicks, but I made it clear that the fun would continue only as long as everyone kept his cock in his pants. Finally, Steve mentioned that he needed another beer.

As I walked into the kitchen, John grabbed me, kissing me deeply. "You're fantastic!" was all he could say. He then handed me my bag of toys and indicated that it was time to break up the card game for a little show. A cold wave of fear struck me as I heard his words.

It had taken me months to work up enough courage to allow my husband to watch me masturbate. Now, he was ordering me to put on a similar show for 6 other men, 5 of whom I barely knew. Could I do it? As the wave of fear swept down my body, a strange thing happened: it collided with a wave of heat and lust which was rising from my pussy. I literally felt my stomach churning as the two powers fought for control of my body.

Finally, I could feel my nipples start to harden and my face begin to redden as the heat of my passion overcame my fears and one thought forced itself to the front of my mind. Responding to that thought, I asked, "Am I allowed to have an orgasm?"

Smiling, John replied, "Allowed? I want you to have an orgasm! But, take your time and make it good. After that, you are allowed to do anything you want. You'll have 6 horny guys to take care of, but I know you can do it."

Taking the bag of toys, I confidently walked to the table and announced, "OK, boys, the card game is over. It's time for me play a little."

With that, I climbed onto the table and pulled out my largest dildo. Lying back, I slid the head of the rubber cock between my labia. This particular dildo is 13 inches long and about 2 inches in diameter, so it had always been a struggle to use it in the past. But, after all the preliminaries, I was so wet that the head popped into my pussy with no effort at all.

Soon, I was slamming 10 inches of rock-hard rubber in and out of my cunt like a jackhammer. Opening my eyes, I saw 6 cocks at attention with every one of the guys taking matters into his own hands. That's all it took for me to explode into the biggest orgasm I had ever had. Waves of pleasure washed over me for what seemed like forever. As I came to my senses, I could see Steve's beautiful cock inches from my face.

Looking him in the eyes, I managed to whisper, "Please, I need the real thing. Please, please fuck me."

Steve needed no further encouragement; grasping my leg, he spun me around and pulled me to the edge of the table. With one thrust, he drove his cock into my sopping pussy, slamming his balls against my ass. As I looked around, I marvelled at the thought that I was getting fucked while 6 guys (including my husband) watched.

My brain told me I should be embarrassed or ashamed, but the rest of my body disagreed. I was thrilled to be doing what I was doing and I loved the way every eye in the room was fixed on my pussy. Suddenly, I focused on Ron's cock. As he had promised, it was huge.

To my amazement, it looked even bigger than the dildo I had been using minutes before. Reaching out, I grabbed the monster and pulled it to my mouth. The contrast between my white fingers, bright red fingernails, and the huge black shaft was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. I could barely fit the cock head into my mouth, but I was determined to give Ron the best blow job he had ever had. Luckily, he understood how difficult it was to suck something that big, and allowed me to adjust and slowly slide more of his meat into my hungry mouth.

I was vaguely aware of Steve screaming as he shot his load into my pussy, and I felt someone else take his place and start fucking me, but I was concentrating on the biggest dick I had ever seen which was now pushing against the back of my throat. Accompanied by the cheers of the audience, I continued to work on sucking Ron's cock deeper and deeper. Suddenly, I could feel him tensing; his hands grasped the back of my head. I knew he was getting close and I knew I couldn't expect him to stay patient. Desperately, I tried to relax my throat muscles and let him plunge even deeper.

Finally, I felt his balls pressing against my chin and I knew I had done it! Reaching up, I stroked his balls once, twice, three times, and was rewarded with a groan and the familiar taste of hot, sweet cum washing down my throat. He seemed to pump gallons of sperm into me; despite my best efforts to swallow it all, some oozed out of my mouth and dribbled down my neck. I've always been proud of my cocksucking abilities, but never as much as I was at that moment.

The rest of the night was a nymphomaniac's paradise. I got fucked in every conceivable position. Each of the guys fucked my cunt and my mouth at least once. My personal highlight was when I straddled Ron, riding his huge cock, while Bob fucked my ass from behind.

Meanwhile, the other guys took turns feeding me their cocks while I jerked off whoever wasn't in my mouth. At the end of the night, I knelt by the door with a dildo in my pussy and another up my ass. As each of my new friends left, I gently kissed his cock goodbye, thanked him for fucking me, and told him how much I had enjoyed being his whore.

When only John and Steve were left, they led me to the sofa and had me tell them all about my favorite parts of the evening, especially dwelling on how it felt to suck Ron's dick. Steve then walked over to a partially open cupboard and pulled out a camcorder--they had secretly videotaped the entire night! I actually got to watch as that monster cock fucked my throat; what a treat.

John has since made it clear that last night was only a beginning. He's fascinated by my talent and my lust, and says that watching me get gangbanged was the most exciting thing he's ever done. I have burned every pair of panties, pantyhose and bra that I own, and have promised to be his slut 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. In return, I listened as he telephoned each of the guys at the party to set up our next meeting.

He has already told me that at the end of the next party I am going to offer myself to everyone in the room on a permanent basis--I will be available to fuck or suck any of them any time they want, as long as they agree that we will videotape the action. I can only hope that they all agree. I promise to let you know how it goes.

Proud to be a whore,

Lynda