Firstly thanks to those of you who took the time to comment and the person who offered to assist me in my quest for slutdom. I don't think I could handle even more cock. You could say I've got my hands full, not to mention all my holes and when I say all, I mean ALL!!! My Pussy, Mouth and more recently I've mastered taking cock in my Arse. Whichever hole a guy fancies it's available and eager for cock. I hope you'll bear with me as the story continues slowly, largely because that's how things happened, our activities occasionally interrupted by various events, preventing us from meeting. Those first times he later told me were to get me to accept his instructions, not give me enough time to think about what I was doing, getting me comfortable with my body and nudity. Starting with me nude outside the cottage, rapidly moving beyond the confines of the garden, taking more risks, me enjoying the the thrill and excitement more each time. This was quickly followed, when the opportunity unexpectedly occurred, by having sex with the courier, a total stranger. Taking that first real step towards becoming a true Slut sooner than I expected. After that I was well and truly hooked, eagerly waiting to see what he'd tell me to do next. On with the story then. That evening I had to smile to myself as we ate dinner, watching my husband eating the cucumber which I’d used in my pussy, all most laughing when he cut a large slice and after eating it asked if I'd used some sort of dressing on it. I thought “Just the juices from one well fucked cunt” but said it must have been something on the knife. Again that night while he slept, I lay next to him masturbating. I laid awake afterwards, thinking about what I'd done, imagining what I might yet do, fully aware I should stop, knowing that I didn't want to. The next day I was up early, I had work to do, deal with the documents the courier had delivered, write some emails, several long phone calls to clients. The time passed quickly and I’d cleared everything by lunchtime. I showered, touching my pussy, delighted with the smoothness. It was a lovely day so I decided not to dress, just putting on a pair of strappy sandals, with 4 inch heels which made my legs look longer and sleeker. I looked out the window, up the road. I could see about 150 yards, no one in sight. I decided it go and wait outside. It would please James if he saw me waiting for him naked and show him I was serious about learning to be a Slut. I fetched a lounger from the shed and positioned it in front of the house where I could see up the road. I looked behind me, over the fields towards the cliffs, completely empty. I decided it was safe and opened my legs, the warm sun was on me, making my pussy glisten with the juices seeping from my hole. I reached down touching my sex, just a couple of fingers, sliding them in my cunt, slowly masturbating, enjoying being so rude and daring. I'd been there about 20 minutes when James came into view about 150 yards away. I stood so he could see I was naked, my fingers still rubbing my pussy, hoping he could tell I was masturbating. He stopped when he saw me and waved. I waved back and he waved again. I realised he wasn't waving but telling me to leave the garden and walk up the road to meet him. It is rare for anyone to come this far down the lane, but it was always a possibility. My heart was thumping as I stepped out into the road, he beckoned encouragement and I started walking, completely naked, up the centre of the lane. He stopped, waiting for me, I’d have to go further from the cottage before we met. Twenty, forty, fifty yards, I strained listening for any sounds, all seemed quiet. I was only half way to him. I felt both turned on and increasingly nervous, no place to hide but determined to complete the challenge. The road rose gently to where he was standing, the road flat and straight for about half a mile beyond. I could now see the road was clear, and continued walking, acutely aware that someone could appear at any moment from the cliffs behind me, along the road in front or from the house only a few yards beyond James. I reached him, threw my arms around him kissing him passionately. He held me, hands on my bum, drawing me closer. I could feel his prick pressing into me through his shorts and rubbed against him feeling it stiffen, his fingers, spreading my cheeks touching my bum hole. I liked him touching my bum, remembered how nice it felt when he'd stuck his finger in my arse when he'd shaved my pussy. I could feel juices running from my pussy and told him between kisses I needed fucking, to take me back to the cottage. We stopped kissing, I had my head on his shoulder, I tried to reach his cock put he pushed my hand away and began to finger my pussy. I asked him again to take me back to the cottage, we'd already been in the road for what seemed ages. He continued, fingering me, he turned his head, listening to something. I couldn't hear anything for several seconds, then saw a car round the corner, half a mile away coming towards us. I froze in panic, ready to run. James held and turned me to face the oncoming car. It slowly came closer, still several hundred yards away, probably to far to see I was naked. It came closer, I started wriggling trying to get behind James. “Keep still you'll only attract more attention” he hissed in my ear. Holding me by one arm, he moved his other hand covering my pussy, fingers just touching my slit. I didn't recognise the car, giggled something I do when I'm getting scared. James held me, “Good girl. You're doing great” he whispered, the car now only about 200 yards away, they must be able to see I'm naked. Then it started slowing, indicating left and turned into a drive. I'd been holding my breathe, the air exploded from my lungs. “You bastard. What if they hadn't turned off” “I felt him shrug. “You'll never be a Slut if that worries you. Who were they anyway?” I told him I had no idea, they were holiday cottages, probably visitors, finishing by asking if we could go to the cottage and fuck. “I fancy the beach today” he replied. We reached the cottage gate, “I need to put something on and lock up” I said. “Just lock up. You're going just as you are” I started to argue, he said nothing waiting until I stopped. “Finished” he finally said. I nodded. “Lock up then” He let me go and change my sandals and I grabbed a pair of panties, screwing them up in my hand. Although I’d argued, I wanted to do it, reminding myself that the chance of meeting anyone was remote and if I refused to do what he wanted, there was no chance I'd succeed in my mission of becoming a Slut. I locked the house, hid the key and walked down the path trying to look confident, telling myself over and over "I am a Slut. I am a Slut. I AM A SLUT" He took my arm leading me out of the garden and on to the track to the cliffs. He made a comment about how good I looked naked, said my legs had looked great in the heels, which gave me a confidence boost. He told me to slow down, “You're a Slut and nothing embarrasses you” he reminded me. The cottage was out of sight, I could see a good distance in all directions all clear and felt more at ease. I started relaxing, enjoying strolling naked, feeling the sun and the gentle breeze on my skin, caressing my tits, cooling my hot wet pussy. My initial anxiety quickly dispelling as I relaxed more, felt less inhibited, knowing that if we met anyone I could at least slip my panties on. We reached the cliff top path without incident and stopped, looking out to sea. I felt him fondle my bum, then move his hand caressing my tit, teasing the hard little nipple. I touched my pussy, told him being out without my clothes, was making me very wet. “You're cheating though aren't you. Give me whats in your hand.” Like a naughty child I gave him my panties. Instead of putting them in his pocket, he gripped the material, ripped them apart and threw them over the cliff. It was almost a relief, accepting that I now had nothing to cover myself, raising the level of fear and excitement a notch. The combination of fear, anxiety and excitement was affecting my bladder. I needed a pee. I looked for somewhere off the path, telling him I needed to go. “Do it here in front of me” he ordered. I felt myself turning red as he stood arms crossed waiting. It was pointless arguing, I crouched in the centre of the path, unable to look at him, leaning forward attempting to conceal myself. I opened my legs “ Lean back and look at me” he barked. I leant back, glancing up at him. I felt a trickle of urine dribble out and drip to the ground. “Lean right back. Open your legs wider. Look at me” he ordered” I did as instructed and spread my legs opening myself to him, hiding nothing, nothing to private or personal for his eyes. If the kinky bastard wants to watch me pissing, fine by me I thought, my eyes locked defiantly on his, thinking you're not going to beat me. I released a stream of golden piss, which flowed from my pee hole, arching away splashing on the ground near his feet emptying my bladder. “Well done, you're learning” he told me, helping me to my feet. Another small step in my ascent (or is it descent) to being a Slut completed. We finally reached the low bit of cliff and climbed down to the beach. I was so horny, I dropped to my knees sucking his cock, fingering myself, before he'd fully undressed. Anyone on the cliffs could have seen us as we fucked right out in the open. Just the thought that we might be seen, intensified my excitement. We spent about 3 hours there, fucking and sucking, kissing and caressing. He fucked me to a couple of wonderful orgasms. I masturbated in front of him, climaxing again. Then he stood and wanked over me spraying my face and tits with spunk. It was getting on for 5pm as we strolled back to the cottage, me with spunk running down my legs, on my face and dripping from my tits, only seeing one person, a man working in a field some distance away. After the intensity of the first 2 or 3 days, progress slowed. James worked shifts and of course I had a husband at home most evenings, though about once a month he had to go away usually for two or three nights, sometimes a whole week, something to plan ahead for. The vibrator, dildo and clothes I'd ordered turned up and I excitedly opened the packages, surprised by the size of the box containing the dildo, shocked when I saw the contents. I'd not been wearing my glasses and hadn't been able to see the description clearly, but had assumed that the figure “20” in larger print had meant Centimetres, the monster I was holding was much larger. I fetched a tape 19 ½ inches from the sucker on the base to the tip, a little over 11 inches in circumference. I put it to one side wondering how I would ever take it in my pussy. I tried out the vibrator and had a pleasant hour or so using it. While I'd been playing I noticed my pussy hair was growing back and needed shaving. I thought of doing it myself but decided to ask James to do it and went outside to wait. James arrived from the direction of the cliffs, refusing to tell me where he'd been. I soon put it to the back of my mind, as I lay outside on the lounger while he shaved my pussy and I excitedly told him how about my morning. Describing how I'd “accidentally” let my house coat fall open and flashed my tits and pussy at the driver who'd delivered the sex toys and how I'd then gone to the post box, just passed the first cottage completely naked showing him a couple of photos I'd taken on my mobile. He looked quite impressed, though I did omit the fact that I'd checked out the cottage on my way back from the shops and had carried a T-shirt. After he'd shaved me I fetched the vibe giving him a quick demonstration before producing the dildo, explaining my mistake and that I didn't think I'd be able to use it. He assured me that I would, with practise, though I'd need plenty of lubrication. I put them away in a cupboard afterwards, fortunately as it turned out. I'd walked with him to the beach naked several times but not for a few days, due to him working. I spent most of my time in the house or out in the garden naked. I had missed the excitement of our walks, but what I'd missed even more was him fucking me. I told him my pussy was in urgent need of filling, but he told me I'd have to wait until we reached the beach, promising me a treat, saying no more. The day was fine and sunny as we headed for the beach, me thinking nothing of being naked. I saw the guy, working in the field again, closer to the path this time, only a low hedge hiding the fact that I was completely nude. I was thrilled when he stopped working, his head turning as we passed, when he realised he could see my tits. Coming up was a gate. We reached it. I assumed James had arranged for the guy to be there “What do you want me to do?” I asked. James told me to climb on the gate, sit on the top bar and see what he does. Nothing was the answer, he continued looking, not moving, appearing unsure what to do. Odd, but I don't suppose it's every day he saw a naked woman sitting on the gate. I'd experienced enough with James to know what he expected from me and opened my legs, not just slightly but wide enough for the guy to see my wet shaven cunt. I reached between my legs and held myself open with one hand. At last he moved closer, I began to masturbate, making it clear I wanted him to watch. James was behind me, a steadying hand on my bum, whispering encouragement, telling me to invite the guy the guy closer. I called him over, amazed at how steady my voice was, feeling in control, fingering my pussy faster until he was right in front of me. I spoke to James “My cunt is soaking can he fuck me?” He looked pleased by my reaction turning to the bloke telling him “She's a dirty whore, loves cock. Like what you see?” “Yeh, She's well fucking dirty” he replied. I chipped in, “Do you wanna fuck me then?” trying to sound slutty, “Or I'll suck your cock first and then you can fuck me” I suggested. “What, here?” he answered “Why not there's no one about” I replied confidently. He looked over at James, than back at me as he undid his overalls, pushing them down revealing his prick. He looked about twenty five with a strong muscular body, broad chest, strong arms and legs, his cock standing, not quite fully erect above a pair of heavy balls. I hopped down from the gate and reached for his prick wrapping my hand around it, feeling it stiffen and grow to its full 6 or 7 inches. Though not as long as James's it felt thicker. I could smell sweat on his body, taste it on his skin as I ran my tongue over his torso heading down for his cock. I remembered what I'd been taught and held his prick against his belly, crouching, licking then sucking his balls. I heard him groan as I licked up the underside of his shaft. I was turned on by his odour, the musky smell of his sweat, the salty taste as I took his cock between my lips and sucked him, flicking his glans with my tongue, moving my head lower until my nose almost touched his pubes. I could feel his prick touching my throat, I hadn't yet mastered the technique of swallowing cock and began bobbing my head up and down his length. Holding the base to stop him pushing to much in I blew him for only a minute, two at the most, when he pulled out “Stop or I'm going to cum” he groaned. He pulled me to my feet, told me to put my arms around his neck then put his hands on my bum and lifted me as if I weighed nothing. I opened my legs, his prick touched my thigh, searching for my cunt. Reaching down I grabbed his cock, guiding it to my hole. I put my arm back around his neck holding on tightly as I felt him penetrate me, fucking me standing up. I wrapped my legs around him sort of bouncing on his shaft, my erect nipples brushing against his hairy chest. He lent back, lifting me so his cock was only just in my cunt, then rammed it back in. In, out, in, out fucking hard, almost winding me with each thrust. I hung on tightly, feeling his thick cock, stretching my hole, filling my cunt nicely. I'd thought he might cum quickly but he managed to fuck me for about 5 minutes before I felt his prick pulse rapidly inside my tight pussy as he slammed into me, pumping his sperm into my slutty cunt. He lifted me off his cock and gently put me on the ground then pulled his overalls up. James had wondered down the path and was heading back. I asked the guy his name, it's quite nice to know who's just fucked you. “Sam” he replied, asking “Doesn't your husband mind you fucking other men?” I laughed, “I don't know, I've haven't asked him” “Who's the guy then?” he enquired. I thought about it, deciding on “My Master” James returned, asked if I was ready to go to the beach. I said goodbye to Sam, telling him I hoped I'd see him again, which I have a number of times. Walking towards the beach I thank James for my treat saying how much I'd enjoyed it. He looked at me grinning widely, “That wasn't your treat. That was just a bit of luck. A bonus fuck. They are your treat” we'd reached the way done to the beach and he pointed at two lads sitting on a rock. “Wow. Both of them?” I asked, unable to conceal my excitement. “No, not both of them” he saw the look of disappointment on my face, “All of them. There are another two behind the rock. Unless you can't manage four” I treated his remark with the contempt it deserved, “Only four? I suppose it'll have to do” I called over my shoulder, already scrambling done to meet them. I shouted over for them to get their kit off, asking who wanted to fuck me first. James, introduced me “This is the Slut” apologising for being late telling them we'd been delayed while I’d fucked a guy on the way. He told them “I'd let them do pretty much anything, “Just don't try to arse fuck her. She's not ready yet and I'm going to be the one that takes her virgin arse” My head had already been pushed down on a hard cock, I opened my mouth and he pushed it in. One of the others, held my waist and lifted me onto his prick and shoved it straight up my slippery pussy, fucking me. The other two stood to the sides, groping and teasing my tits, pulling and pinching my nipples. James was sat to one side stroking his erection, watching my efforts. I could feel spunk running from my pussy, the lad hadn't cum, just the the spunk I'd taken earlier being forced out as he rammed me roughly. I sucked harder on the cock in my mouth, wanting to make him cum, taste his spunk. I was getting more and more excited, not just from being fucked but by the sheer wantonness, the debauchery of what I was doing and having done to me. I'd reached another stage, abandoned another level of inhibition, feeling almost light headed, drunk with lust, revelling in the depravity of being taken by four guys. The guy I was sucking came, I swallowed his jet of spunk, he pulled out shooting in my face, then wiped his cock on my hair. His cock was replaced by another. I sucked greedily on it, pleased with my new cocksucking skills. I heard the bloke fucking me say he was going to cum, felt a tremor in my cunt, as I climaxed, my cunt convulsing as he emptied his balls in my slut hole. His cock twitched inside me as he ejaculated 2 or 3 times more, then slid out. He was immediately replaced, another cock pushed inside me. It was better than even in my wildest dreams, more intense, more horny, absolutely incredible. I took another load in my mouth, drinking it down. The lad fucking me was taking his time, not a mad almost frenzied fuck like the first. He kept going nice and steady, changing speed, sometimes fucking me deep, then the tip just rubbing my clit, making me cry out with pleasure until he too made me cum, giving me his sperm moments after. All four had cum in or on me in little over 20 minutes, the most intense sexual minutes of my life. I stood waiting for James, then sat back on the rock he'd first fucked me on, rested back on my elbows, looked down between my open legs at the spunk pouring from my gaping hole. Supporting myself on one hand I scooped a large dollop of spunk onto my fingers, lifted it to my mouth and licked it off. I was about to repeat it but James moved in, his hard cock touched my cunt. I bent forward watching as he entered my fuck hole. He fucked me, while I frigged myself, eyes shut, absorbing every moment until I came. He waited before continuing fucking me as my orgasm subsided, pulling out at the last moment, spraying my belly and tits with his cream. The next two or threes hours were spent fucking, recovering, fucking or sucking again until they had nothing left to give me. At last I felt as if I really was a Cock Slut as I wiped as much spunk off my body as I could before walking back to the cottage, enthusing over what I’d just done, thanking him for arranging it and asking him to organise more men to fuck me and soon. I was still on a high as we rounded the last corner and the cottage came into view. We both stopped in our tracks and stepped back, looking through the hedge. “Oh fuck” was all James said. On the drive my husbands car, on the road outside, a Police car, the Policeman talking to my husband by the gate. Panic swept through me convinced he was waiting to arrest me. I let out a sob, tears welling in my eyes. James put an arm around me comfortingly, but watching what was happening outside the cottage. “What am I going to do? I asked shakily. He shushed me. “He's not here about you, they're laughing about something. Hang on he's leaving now” The Police car started and he drove off. “You haven't got anything to worry about” he said cheerfully. “Except that I'm stark naked. I've just been fucked by six guys. Spunk is running down my legs, drying on my tits, in my hair and my husband is in the cottage” I reminded him, trying not to cry. He agreed I had a point, taking my arm, moving back up the path. He opened the back pack he always took down the beach and handed me a bottle of water and told me to wash the spunk from my legs, face and hair. He pulled his T-Shirt over his head and told me to put it on, found some tissues in his bag, wadding them and told me to push them in my pussy. The shirt came to the top of my thighs, just about covering me. I kissed him with relief, listening as he suggested what I say to my husband. I got up, my legs still shaking, but starting to calm down, James's last words in my mind “You can do it. He suspects nothing, he'll believe what you tell him” He was spot on. At the door I tugged the T shirt down making sure I was covered. I walked in, breezily calling out I was home, asking what he was doing home early. He stuck his head around the kitchen door, looked a bit taken back by how I was dressed asking where I'd been. I told him it was such a lovely day I’d been down the beach sunbathing in my new bikini. “Don't you think she should wear more than a T shirt walking back, some one might see you” Little do you know I thought reaching the safety of the bathroom and locking the door. Through the door I asked “Did I see a police car pulling away just now?” I held my breath waiting for his reply, although fairly certain it didn't involve me. “He was just dropping off crime prevention stuff, nothing important” came his reply. Phew!!!! I had a long shower, ensuring I washed all the evidence away, found a pair of panties in the clothes basket, just in case, took my dressing gown from behind the door and joined him in the lounge. We had a normal evening, he finished off the cunt cucumber with his dinner, we watched some TV then he went to bed early. As soon as I heard him snoring I fetched my new vibrator from the cupboard and spent a pleasant half hour using it to bring myself off before going to bed. It was the weekend, which was just as well, it gave me a couple of days to recover from my fright. I thought several times about stopping, but I'd only just really got started and was enjoying learning to be a Slut to much. I admit the incident had unnerved me a little and it was the middle of the next week before we ventured out again, rebuilding my confidence, James now keeping a beach dress in his bag. If James was working he encouraged me to meet Sam and he fucked me several times, once with another guy, a contractor clearing a ditch around the field. Until I met James it never occurred to me that there were so many younger guys who would want to fuck a willing, mature Slut. When I'd agreed to learn to be a Cock Slut, I hadn't expected my training to begin so soon, fucking the delivery courier. I didn't know James so well then and that he would always be on the look out for opportunities for me to have sex. I know he gets a kick watching me fuck and I adore being watched. A few times we've visited a nearby large town and I've flashed in public places, usually a park at lunchtime. Find a bloke or a group of men having lunch and give them a show. Twice he told me to strip naked and I was watched masturbating, by about a eight men while I sat on a bench in a secluded part of the gardens in the town centre. Although at the time I sometimes feel scared, I get a huge buzz from doing it, getting very wet and horny. The first time, afterwards he fucked me in the car on the top floor of a multi storey car park. Fortunately he seems to have the knack of knowing where we can do it with little risk of anyone complaining. Anyway my training was proceeding, albeit frustratingly slowly at times. I'd managed to spend the odd night or two with James usually being fucked by him and two or three of his mates. However about eight weeks into my training my husband was going to be away for a week. I'd told James well in advance we had the week to play, he'd booked holiday and I was certain would be planning to further my Slut education. This seems a good place to stop. I hope you are still enjoying my story and will post the final part in a day or so if you want me to continue.