Earlier this year I took voluntary redundancy. I was coming up to 47, the company were looking for volunteers and the package on offer was tempting. Working in a sector where looks and presentation are important no longer having to compete with the younger women had its attractions too. I felt that even if I didn't take it there was a good chance that at some point I'd be made redundant, probably with worse terms. After discussing the options with my husband I decided to leave and use my skills and contacts working from home. We live in a cottage, about a hundred yards from the nearest other houses, most of which are holiday homes and often unoccupied, on the edge of a small town, near the coast. The cottage, surrounded by a small secluded garden, is the last in the road which ends just passed us and becomes an unmade track which leads to the cliffs. Hardly anyone passes, people walking their dogs or walking the cliff top path to a sandy beach with a café about a mile away. It is a walk I enjoy, particularly on a fine day, though I usually turn in the opposite direction away from the main beach. It is quieter and if you know where, in one or two places the cliffs are low enough to safely scramble down to the rocky foreshore. On weekdays it is rare to see anyone pass the cottage, so I couldn't help notice a man of about 30 when he walked passed most afternoons if the weather was reasonable. He'd not long passed one day when I was about to leave. He must have been about 150 yards in front, walking faster than me, but I saw him turn in the same direction I intended to go then lost sight of him. I expected to see him walking along the cliff top but he'd disappeared, probably onto the foreshore. Reaching the part where the cliffs dropped down, I noticed him, along the deserted beach, with his back to me, about 75 yards away. He'd taken his shirt off, then to my surprise, took his shorts off too. He had nothing on, standing naked, then disappeared behind a rock and lay down. I felt certain he hadn't seen me. I shouldn't have but I knew that if I carried on for a short distance, through a small copse, there was a clump of bushes near the cliff edge, I'd be able to see him from above. I reached them, a look around, no one about so I crawled through, parting the branches until I could see him no more than 40 or 50 feet away. All he had on was a pair of sunglasses. I moved closer, nearer the edge, accidentally dislodging a small stone which bounced down the cliff. I ducked back just as he turned his head to look. He didn't seem to see me, then obviously satisfied that he was alone, he put a hand on his prick rubbing himself, wanking his rapidly stiffening cock. I knew I should have left, but a voice in my head was saying “I'm 47, I've seen a dick before, not one as big as his looked and it's months since you had sex. He'll never know. Go on stay” I stayed, spying on him, as he had a long leisurely wank. I knew I shouldn't watch, felt very naughty, but couldn't bring myself to leave. I felt my pussy getting wet, I put my hand inside my shorts, my panties were soaking I was so aroused. I wanted to do what he was doing and masturbate but was to frightened someone might catch me, I don't know why because hardly anyone went there during the week. I removed my hand, and continued watching him until he started moving his hand faster and he ejaculated all over his stomach. I decided to cut short my walk and rushed home, stripped and spent an hour laid on my bed bringing myself to orgasm three times just thinking about him. With a virtually impotent husband hardly surprising. I honestly tried not to, but found myself looking out for him, waiting for him to pass the cottage. It was 3 or 4 days later I saw him again and followed, hiding in the bushes, using and old pair of opera glasses to get a better view. It was the the fourth time watching before I finally plucked up the courage and masturbated while I spied on him. I had a nice little orgasm and was looking forward to the next time. I'd decided not to wear panties, just a pair of loose legged shorts, giving me easier access to my pussy. My boobs are quite small so I went braless under my blouse so I could play with my nipples. I saw him pass, gave him a minute then followed, excited and feeling very daring, going out without any knickers or bra. Where the cliff dropped I moved away so he wouldn't see me, I passed the copse and crawled into the bushes, peering down at the beach. He was nowhere in sight. I looked right and left, straining to see where he'd gone. I think I screamed when I heard a voice right behind me, he must have hidden in the copse. “Looking for me, Love” I felt myself blush, stammering a denial. “That's a shame. I thought you might want a closer look at my cock. You've been watching for at least a week. I've known since you knocked the stone off. I knew you were there. I saw you following me and thought I'd give you something to watch” I felt myself going even redder as he continued, pointing at the opera glasses “The sun flashes off the lenses. You obviously haven't reported me. In fact what you've been doing is probably illegal. You've been enjoying my little shows so come on down you can join in if you like. No one will see” I don't know why, after watching him for a week perhaps I felt I knew him, guilt at being caught, just curiosity maybe. Certainly the thought of doing something so outrageous was turning me on, making my juices run. Whatever the reason, after a moments thought I went with him. He clambered down the cliff first and stood at the bottom looking up at me. It was only when I was half way down that I remembered I wasn't wearing any panties, that the smile on his face was because he could see up my shorts and how wet my pussy. No man, except my husband and he no longer showed much interest, had seen my intimate parts for at least 20 years. I really should have been embarrassed, but instead, took my time, placing my feet wider apart, lingering longer than necessary, excited and flattered that he was looking at my cunt. I reached the bottom, grabbing his arm as I jumped the last couple of feet, purposely falling against him. He steadied me then still holding my arm we walked over the rocks to his usual spot. Letting go of my arm he pulled his T shirt over his head, revealing his smooth chest and flat belly. I looked around, the beach was deserted, as he said “Don't worry there's no one about” He hooked his thumbs in the waist of his shorts, his semi stiff cock sprang out as he pushed then down, standing naked in front of me. He took hold of his prick pulling the foreskin back, a drip of pre cum shone at the tip which he spread on the helmet with his thumb. He started moving his arm getting his cock harder. My eyes were transfixed, watching his cock grow. He spoke“Are you wearing a bra?” I shook my head whispering “No” “Undo your blouse. Show me your tits. No ones about to see” It was practically an order and I obeyed. With trembling fingers I undid the buttons and let the blouse fall open. My nipples felt painfully erect poking out hard at the tips of my small 34b breasts. “You've got lovely little tits. Take the blouse off an play with them” I felt almost as if I was hypnotised removing my blouse then touching my breasts, tentatively at first, then cupping them, caressing them, playing with my erect nipples. I looked at his now rock hard prick as he continued to stroke himself, realised I didn't know his name. My pussy was soaking, I can't recall it ever being wetter with out being touched. I felt a trickle of sex honey slowly running down my leg and clamped my thighs together. I guess he realised what was happening and asked me “Is your pussy wet?” “Yes” I replied. “Take your shorts off. Let me see” I hesitated, looking around. “You weren't so shy climbing down the cliff, flashing your muff. Take them off and show me your cunt” They had an elasticated waist, I pushed them down and kicked them away, standing nude keeping my legs together. “Why aren't you wearing panties? Was it so you could play with your pussy while you spied on me?” I admitted that it was. He wanted to know if I masturbated often and I told him two or three time a week, more often recently. “Have you thought about me while you've been wanking” It was as if he could read my mind. I felt myself going red again but didn't answer. He took that as a yes, wanting to know if I'd cum. “Three times” I answered quietly, not looking at him, hardly able to believe I was answering his arrogant questions “Do it now. Sit on that rock and wank. Show me what you do” I couldn't move as I mumbled “I don't do that even in front of my husband, its private” “Private like wanking on the cliffs watching me? You're happy to watch but to shy or posh to be watched. You know you want to. Open your legs and play with yourself” He was right, I did want to masturbate for him. I just had to overcome my inhibitions. I rested against the rock, thinking “Go on, you can do it. Be daring, do it” before I could change my mind I moved my right hand down to my stomach, then lower, until my fingers touched my bush. I opened my legs just a little, nervously moving my fingers through my pubes until I touched the top of my slit, feeling my clitoris, the hard little bud sticking out from under its hood. I pressed more firmly moving my fingers, slipping one into my pussy. I had my eyes almost shut but could see him watching and wanking. I carried on rubbing, parting my legs further, revealing my pussy to him. I sat back further on the rock. He told me to spread my legs as wide as I could. I relaxed, a sexual glow as I opened my legs, revealing everything to him. A feeling of liberation swept through me, a feeling of suppressed sexual release. Unembarrassed I let myself go, openly and enthusiastically masturbating, three then four fingers in my cunt, vigorously wanking my hole. I felt flushed, an almost forgotten warmth spreading out from my pussy. I opened my eyes, he was still stroking his erection watching me bringing myself off. My breathing had quickened, highly aroused, between gasps I asked him “Are you going to fuck me? Don't waste that” “Ask me nicely” he laughed. “Please fuck me. I need to be fucked. Please I want you to fuck me now” I practically begged. He moved between my open legs, I slipped my fingers out of my pussy, onto my clitoris, frigging as he slid his cock back and fore along my gash. I felt the tip enter me, then my cunt stretching to take him, as he fully penetrated my hole. He felt much larger and certainly harder than my husbands rarely used prick. I lent back, supporting my weight on my arms as he bent sucking and biting my nipples, pulling them with his teeth. He fucked me slowly at first, I raised my legs, taking him deeper, asking him to fuck me faster and harder. I wrapped my legs around him, drawing him in, holding him still, savouring the feel of his thick young cock plugging my hole, using my pussy muscles to excite his cock. I looked down, as he began fucking me again, watching his cock pumping in and out of my cunt through the mass of sodden pussy hair surrounding my love hole. I was getting close, I touched my clitoris rubbing myself wanting to cum, frigging faster, lifting to take his thrusting cock, until I came with a shuddering orgasm, sobbing, almost crying it felt so good. My orgasm began to subside and to my amazement he continued fucking me. For twenty years all I had ever had was an occasional orgasm if I was lucky or more usually my husband cumming before me then rolling off leaving me frustrated, finishing with my fingers. Is this what I've been missing out on I wondered. He continued fucking me for about another 10 – 15 minutes giving me what I can only describe as two or three mini orgasms until I noisily climaxed again, unconcerned about the noise I was making, shouting out as I felt him ejaculating inside me. Afterwards I lay on the rock, a lovely warm, glowing feeling slowly subsiding, my legs open feeling his spunk trickling from my pussy, pooling on the rock between my legs. He had laid on his towel watching me until I had the strength to get up and lay next to him and ask his name. “James” he told me, “Sonia” I introduced myself. I lay with my head on his chest, his arm around me. I touched his thigh moving my hand up, holding his heavy balls, caressing his beautiful cock. We'd only fucked about 20 minutes earlier and his prick was half erect. “How long before you're hard again?” I asked already thinking how nice it would be if he could fuck me again before I had to leave. “No time at all if you suck it” he told me. “I don't know how. I've never sucked any mans cock” I replied feeling rather foolish. “Now's as good a time as any. Start just by licking and kissing it then take it in your mouth and suck gently until it's hard” I moved until my head was close to his prick, I stroked it feeling it stiffen a little then lifted it nearer my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked it, not to unpleasant I decided, giving it another long slow lick. I realised that what I could taste was a mixture of his spunk and my cunt juices as I followed his instructions and licked around the glans. I must have been doing something right because he was definitely getting harder. I remembered what James had told me, now or never I thought, taking his cock between my lips and slowly taking him in my mouth, gently sucking on his cock. Being careful not to bite I took a little more, sucking a bit harder, taking as much as I could starting to move my mouth up and down his pole. I felt really pleased with myself when I felt his cock swelling in my mouth as I sucked him. He was caressing my bum, his hand moved between my buttocks, I lifted a leg, letting him push his fingers in my pussy. I gave a sigh of pleasure, partly from being fingered partly from the feel of his fully erect cock pulsing in my mouth. He seemed ready to fuck me again and my pussy was wet and already tingling in anticipation as I slipped his rampant cock from my mouth, and straddled him. He held his cock steady while I lowered my pussy until until I felt him touch my sex. I took the tip and he thrust into me. I've always liked being on top and rode him, taking my time, moving down for deep penetration, then lifting myself, his cock only just in my hole, sliding along my gash, holding the knob end firmly against my clitoris, moving back and fore. He penetrated me again, shafting me it felt wonderful. We fucked for around 20 minutes, sometimes stopping, rippling my cunt muscles to grip his shaft, then me crouching while he fucked me. We finished with me riding him, pounding up and down on his cock until we both came. We lay together until he told be to slide up his body and kneel above his head while he licked and sucked my pussy clean for me so I didn't have to walk home with to much spunk running down my legs. Very gentlemanly I thought, though he did complain about how hairy my pussy was. By then it was close to 4pm, time to get home, shower and change before my husband got back from work around 7pm. James walked with me asking for a glass of water when we reached the cottage. I showed him into the kitchen and went to the bathroom. I stripped off, dropping my clothes in the basket, noting my shorts were wet and stained with spunk which had leaked from my pussy walking home. I reached for the shower as he came in, put his arms around me cupping my tits, his mouth close to my ear. “I'm getting hard again” he declared, rubbing against me, pushing his leg between mine, forcing my knees apart. “Bend over I'm going to fuck you” It never crossed my mind to refuse, bending over as instructed, parting my legs, hanging onto the sink as he took me from behind. When we'd finished I got in the shower then as I dried told him I hoped I'd see him again and asked if he was going to the beach the next day. He told me he might if the weather was fine. Somehow that night I behaved as if nothing had happened, then while my husband slept next to me I masturbated, remembering what I'd done, dreaming of the next day, regretting nothing. The next morning was bright and sunny, but just before lunch it rained and I began to worry he wouldn't show up. I kept looking out the window, checking the sky, looking out for James, and watching out for a delivery I was expecting. About ten to one I saw him walking down the road carrying a bag. My heart started beating faster, as he got closer and I hurried down the drive to meet him. He smiled when he saw me and waved, I thought how young he looked and how lucky I was to have him fucking me, feeling a tingle of anticipation in my pussy. He hung his bag on the gate as I asked if he was going down the beach and he said he wasn't. It was brightening up and warm but looked as if it might rain again. “Do you want to come in. My husband won't be back for hours” I asked, praying he'd say yes. “Don't you think it's a bit risky?” he asked “A bit of risk will add to the excitement” I replied with bravado. He gave me a dirty grin, looked up and down the road as he came into the garden. “Take your clothes off then” he instructed. The garden is surrounded my a hedge about 5 feet high at the front so partly screened “What if someone comes?” I asked. “You wanted a bit of risk?” I nodded, “And you want me to fuck you?” I know this sounds desperate, OK I was desperate, and I nodded again. “Take your clothes off here then” I stepped back from the gate, not to worried as anyone would have to be right outside to see me. All I was wearing was a dress buttoned up the front. I stood looking at him as confidently as I could, determined not to back down, unbuttoning my dress. I started at the hem and worked up almost to the top of my legs, then from the top down until just one remained. I undid the final button, opened the dress and shrugged it off letting it drop to the ground. I stood naked in my front garden a look of triumph on my face. “Anything else you want me to do” I asked which was probably a silly thing to do. “Not yet” he replied, pulling me closer, running his fingers through my pubes, tugging them painfully. Holding my pubes he stepped towards the gate pulling me out on to the road. The chances of being seen remote but exciting.. I refused to give him the satisfaction of stopping him, felt him slipping his fingers in my pussy, opening my legs I let him finger me. I reached out rubbing his prick through his shorts until he pulled his fingers from my cunt and raised them to my mouth to suck the juices off. He looked pleased telling me “You have the makings of a really good Slut. Do you want to learn to become a Cock Slut?” After years of suppressing my sexual urges, I wanted sexual freedom, to fuck without boundaries or limits, experience things I’d only fantasised doing. “I'd like that. What shall I do?” I asked. He picked up his bag and as we went in to the house he told me “Follow my instructions and orders, you'll soon learn” In the house he told me to find scissors and towels then we shared a shower. We soaped and washed each other, me stroking his hard 8 inches, him washing and wanking my pussy until I was begging him to fuck me. To my frustration he told me he might fuck me later and told me to dry and wait on my bed. I lay on the bed naked, unashamed and unembarrassed by my nudity, deliberately leaving my legs parted, displaying my cunt, flaunting my availability. James came in carrying a bowl of water and towel. He looked down at me, “You've got a a great body you know” I accepted the complement with a smile “For my age you mean” “No, honestly it's really good. I wouldn't fuck you if I didn't find you attractive. Just one thing, I don't like hairy pussy’s. Lay on the towel I'm going to shave you” He told me to use the scissors and trim as much hair as I could then when I'd finished took foam, a fresh razor and a bottle of soothing lotion from his bag. I propped myself on the pillows, watching as he massaged foam over my mound and between my legs. Kneeling beside me, he took a razor and started shaving me. Starting at one side he removed a strip from my mound using careful strokes my bush slowly disappeared. He spread my legs wider, then shaved between my legs, holding my labia, pulling the skin taut, to remove all the hair from the little creases. He had his fingers in my pussy arousing me, I reached for his cock, stroking him hoping he'd fuck me when he finished shaving my cunt. I thought he'd finished but he turned me over, spread my buttocks and shaved around my bum hole too, poking a finger in my arse which had never been done to me before but felt nice. He drew the razor over my skin with a final stroke, and wiped me with a towel. I looked down at my hairless pussy, my cunt no longer hidden by a mass of curls. He handed me the lotion and told me to use some. My fingers touched my smooth pussy, soft and sexy to the touch, the lotion cooling my skin. I could feel my clitoris under my fingers, pulling the hood back rubbing it gently, reaching for James asking him to fuck me. He told me to play with myself and give him a blow job. I really wanted to be fucked but did as I was told, kneeling on the bed, taking his cock in my mouth and sucking him off. We can't have been at it more than a two or three minutes when I heard a motorcycle pull up outside and moments after a knock on the front door. I could see the front door from the bed, the outline of someone visible through the frosted glass and remembered it was the urgent legal documents which had been couriered. I stopped sucking his cock and started to get off the bed explaining what it was. James looked at the door, back at me on the bed, a look on his face I was beginning to recognise “I'll get it. You lie back and wank” I started to argue but he said “Do it” While he pulled his shorts on I apprehensively reached between my legs and touched my pussy. James had reached the bedroom door, “Please. Shut the door” I sounded like a little girl. He ignored me, “Open your legs” he ordered. I moved them further apart. “Wider and don't stop wanking” he demanded. I spread them wide, nervously fingering myself. I shut my eyes, frightened but excited. James told me not to stop, then I heard the door opening. I opened my eyes, just enough to see. James half open the door, hiding me from view. It was a bit of an anti-climax. I gave a sigh of relief, and continued to play with myself, listening to the conversation. I heard him sign for the package, ask the courier if he had any more deliveries. I didn't hear his reply but James spoke again, “I need to check these. Come in for a minute” I froze as I saw the door open, the guy who only looked about 19 or 20, staring at me, mouth hanging open. Nonchalantly James said “Don't mind Sonia. She's a slut. Go in and watch if you want. She likes it” turning to me “You've stopped. Show him how much you like masturbating” I started moving my fingers, dipping two in my cunt, wanking slowly, both shocked and turned on by my behaviour. James was opening and closing drawers, “Have you got a vibrator or a dildo?” I replied that I hadn't. The guy stood watching, James left the room, returning with a cucumber from the kitchen and told me to fuck myself with it. I held my cunt open and slid it in, holding it with both hands, my legs splayed, performing the sex act for them. James sat on the bed, fondled my tits, pinched my hard nipples, making me moan with desire. He moved his fingers down over my flat stomach, I felt him touch my mound, fingertips just brushing my smooth skin until he touched my clitoris. It was as if a shock had passed through my body, I rammed the cucumber in my cunt faster, fucking myself harder. The guy must have been hot and unzipped his leathers, moving closer. “I shaved her earlier. I hate a hairy cunt. Don't you” James asked “It's fucking fantastic” he answered. “Have a feel” he invited. “You'd like that wouldn't you Sonia” I nodded my head. His hand replaced James's rubbing me, exciting me, bringing me closer to cumming. I moved a hand from the cucumber, putting it on top of his hand, pressing it more firmly against my cunt. I saw James looking on with approval, letting the young lad finger me for several minutes. James told me to let the lad hold the cucumber and fuck me with it while he sucked my nipples. Between them they had me writhing on the bed in ecstasy. I was on a high, nearly there when James spoke again, “Fuck her if you want” I was in no state to refuse even if I'd wanted too. He couldn't believe his luck as he pulled his leathers down to his knees, and got his cock out. I did as James told me, pulling the cucumber from my pussy, getting on all fours, offering my cunt to the courier. He slid his prick up me, while James knelt in front of me, holding my head. I opened my mouth and took his cock, sucking him avidly, as he fucked my mouth and the young guy fucked my pussy. I could see myself in the wardrobe mirrors, what a horny sight, what a Slut I looked. I'd been so close to cumming in 10 or 12 thrusts the lad made me climax, not that he lasted much longer. Another half dozen hard, jerky thrusts and he unloaded his spunk in my cunt and pulled out. He dressed watching me suck off James. I could tell he was going to cum, and tried to move away, but he held my head still, told me to keep sucking. I sucked harder then felt him pumping his spunk in my mouth. I couldn't spit it out so swallowed every tasty drop. After he'd gone I asked James “What if he tells people what we did” He thought it a great joke, “Of course he'll tell every one. But no one will believe him” I thought about it, deciding he was probably correct. We spent a couple of hours on the internet, watched some porn, he got me to order a vibrator, a large dildo and some items of clothing. Fucked me, watched more Porn, fucked me again before he left for his late Shift. I stripped and remade the bed, tidied things up and prepared a nice salad for hubby including slices of unwashed cucumber. It was three days before he even noticed my pussy had been shaved, and that was only when I showed him a bikini I'd bought and told him I didn't want hairs sticking out. That ended the first proper day of my learning to be a Cock Slut and I think I did quite well. That was the first day of many and there is more to tell. That's if you want hear more about my training.