Finally I was in Steves bed. The moment I'd been waiting for, with mounting arousal and excitement, since he'd told me to strip in front of my webcam followed by the journey through the city had arrived. He had persuaded me to do things and perform acts I'd have thought myself incapable. I felt no shame or embarrassment, then nor since, at my uninhibited behaviour during the previous 3 or 4 hours. I'd pleased him and now he was going to fuck me. On the wall opposite the end of the bed was another large TV, a camcorder next to the bed, focused on me, sending pictures to the TV. I kicked my shoes off, and opened my legs. I looked at the TV my cunt, gaping open, shining with my juices. Steve joined me on the bed, stroking his cock. He lay on the bed and told me to suck his prick. I'd held and stroked his cockk, seen it briefly before he carried me through to his bedroom. At long last I could see it close up, in all its magnificent glory. It had to be close to 12 inches. I looked at it in awe, almost drooling at the thought of taking his rock hard, throbbing cock in my cunt. I knelt next to him, I reached for it, touched it almost reverently. Wrapping my fingers around it, I held it and slowly wanked him, unable to drag my eyes off it in case it disappeared. I remembered he'd told me suck it. I lowered my head. I held it, bending lower, kissed his balls then up his shaft. I licked around the glans. I ran my tongue up to the tip, licking and tasting the slightly salty, clear pre-cum seeping from the eye. I squeezed it gently, more pre-cum leak out. I rubbed it against my face, smearing the clear liquid over my skin, submitting myself to the power of his cock, as if I was worshipping it, which in a sense I was. His cock felt huge, throbbing in my hand, I wanted to taste and feel it in my mouth. I parted my lips and kissed his manhood, poking the tip of my tongue into his cock eye. Opening my mouth wider, I took the tip in my mouth and started to suck, drawing his swollen knob into my mouth. Taking just that practically filled my mouth. I savoured the feel and taste of the the silky smoothness of his glans, sucking my cheeks in, moving my head up and down, trying to take more of his cock. I managed to take his knob and maybe an inch or so of his shaft. He pushed his cock further in, making me gag and raise my head. I caught my breath and continued to suck, dragging my teeth along his cock. I felt his hand between my legs, fingers sliding into my hole. I moved so he could finger me more deeply, felt him slide all four fingers inside me, the web between finger and the base of his thumb pressing against my clit. On the TV I could see myself, lips tightly stretched around his cock. The sight of his cock in my mouth excited me, I stroked his cock, wanking him into my mouth, cupped his balls, gently squeezing them, taking care not to make him cum. There was only one place I wanted his spunk and that was in my cunt. The attention he was giving my cunt was getting unbearable. He knew I wanted him to fuck me, but was deliberately making me wait, tormenting me. I couldn't bear it any longer, stopped sucking and asked him to fuck me. “You're not ready yet. Kneel on the bed with your cunt towards the camera” I turned and knelt, legs apart, looking hungrily at his hard cock swaying as he got up off the bed. His fingers were coated in my juices. He picked up a tube of lube, opened it and squeezed some onto his fingers, then spread it over his hand and wrist. He squirted lube into my pussy, I reached back to stop it running out, rubbing it onto my clit, moving my legs further apart, realising what he intended to do, readying and bracing myself to take my first fisting. I felt his fingers sliding into me, looked over my shoulder, smiled at him, shuffling around a little so I could see myself on the screen. He pushed his fingers fully in, rotating his hand, closing his thumb into the palm of his hand. I could see him twisting his wrist, pushing harder, his hand slowly sliding into my fuck hole. I rocked back, my cunt stretching as I felt his hand forming a fist inside me. My cunt encircling his wrist, my pussy lips splayed, his fist and lower arm in my hole. He started moving his arm, pumping it in and out of my cunt. I gasped, frigged my clitoris frantically, moaning as he fisted me harder. My nipples felt almost painfully hard, my body flushed and hot, I began to pant, getting closer and closer to cumming, begging him to fuck me, give his spunk. He ignored me, rotating and pumping his arm deeper into my cunt. His fist, wrist and several inches of his lower arm inside, fist fucking me. I knew from using my dildos he had about 12 inches inside me when I felt a brief stab of pain as he touched my cervix. I told him I'd taken as much as I could. He withdrew a little, but continued while I rubbed my clit. He changed his position to more behind me, plunged his fist into my pussy two or three times, then without warning, pulled it out. He grabbed my hips. I felt his cock touching my hole for a second, the knob entering me, before he rammed it straight into my massively dilated cunt, fully penetrating me in one quick thrust. I threw my head back, sucking in a lung full of air, My hand slipped from clit, supporting my weight. I shrieked, not with pain, but the sheer pleasure and gratification of finally having his cock inside me. He began to fuck me. Deep slow strokes. It was absolutely wonderful. A real flesh and blood massive cock. Hot and throbbing, gliding in and out of my cock greedy cunt, I pushed back wanting to feel him deep inside me. Far superior to any of my dildos or vibrators. The feelings surpassed anything even in my wildest fantasies. I could only imagine how my cunt looked, stretched tightly around his shaft. I moved my hand back towards my pussy, rubbing it over my tummy, pressing down gently, feeling the shape of his prick, moving inside me. I felt hot and flushed, my cunt beginning to tingle and flutter, my orgasm imminent. I began to puff and pant, almost incoherent with lust, demanding to be fucked harder, screaming that I was going to cum and wanted his spunk. When we watched the recording later I heard myself begging him to make me pregnant. I touched my clitoris, rubbing it roughly, in time with his thrusting cock. I started to cum, a small shudder at first, my cunt spasming on his cock then the pleasure of an incredible orgasm spreading out from my cunt, coursing through my trembling body. I'd climaxed, but he continued to fuck me, sliding his cock into me, deep and slow while I recovered my breath. He pulled out, turned me on my back and continued fucking me for about another 10 minutes. He brought me to the brink again then as I climaxed for the second time, I felt his cock throbbing inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, thrusting myself against him as he ejaculated, pumping several loads of glorious spunk into my receptive cunt. I could have laid there all night, with his cock inside me, relishing the feel of it even as he became soft. We lay together hot and sweaty for several minutes until he rolled off and told me to go and shower. When I returned he was in bed, the TV on, the picture paused. “I think you'll enjoy this” he said as I joined him. He pressed play on the remote. It was video of me leaving the car park, confirming what I'd suspected. Though I hadn't seen him he'd videoed me walking to the bar, my skirt flipping up with each step. I could hear his end of the conversation, picked up by the camcorder. I watched as I perched on the stool in the bar window, pussy exposed, revealing everything. It finished when I left the bar. It was followed by me chained in front of the window, videoed from behind, then us fucking in the bed. I got him to pause it several times so I could see his cock in my cunt and asked him to record his cock entering next time he recorded us fucking. I noticed on the bedside clock it was passed 1am by the time it finished, a final shot of Steve rolling off me, my cunt gaping, his spunk running out of my still stretched hole. I cuddled up to him and the last thing I remembered was the feel of his cock in my hand. I woke before 6am, still holding his cock possessively. He was still sleeping, though his cock was stirring, semi erect in my hand. I began to wank him gently, his cock stiffened more. Trying not to wake him, I pushed the quilt down to the top of his thighs and wriggled down the bed until my head was level with his cock. I gave his knob a tentative lick, he moved but didn't wake. Holding his cock in one hand, my other hand between my legs, fingering myself, I bent forward, took just the knob end in my mouth and began to suck on it tenderly. He moaned quietly, his hand moving to his prick, seemingly still sleeping. I removed my hand, sucked his cock a bit harder, watching hi wank, his prick now fully erect. I stopped sucking, knelt up and straddled him. He opened his eyes as I lowered myself onto his erection. He held it steady, then when my pussy touched, he moved the tip back and fore along my gash, lubricating his knob end with my juices. I reached down, and pulled my cunt open, lowering myself onto his pole. His prick entered me. I sank down, effortlessly taking his length, just like I'd taken the metal, sphere tipped, bollard in my cunt the previous evening. Instead of having something cold and inanimate inside me I had his lovely hot throbbing cock. “That feels wonderful” I sighed, contentedly beginning to ride him. I started slowly, enjoying a slow early morning fuck, but before long was bouncing up and down on his cock, with wild abandon. I didn't want to stop, wanted to have his cock inside me forever. I tormented myself, bringing myself almost to climax three times in 15 minutes before I couldn't delay any longer riding him hard, until we both came. I sat on top off him until he said it was time to get up. I looked at the clock 6.30am. I needed to get home, shower and get ready for work. I got off the bed, he followed me into the bathroom, watching while I wiped my pussy and had a pee. I went to find my clothes and dressed in the skirt and top, putting the stockings and suspenders in my bag. I could hear the shower running and went to ask for a lift to my car. He told me he didn't have time and to walk. Walking through the city centre dressed like a whore at night, in the dark was one thing, returning in in daylight was another I tried explaining. He finished showering dried and walked to the kitchen, his cock swinging between his legs distracting me. “The longer you leave it the busier it going to be” he advised, folding his arms. I'd already wasted 15 minutes, couldn't spend more time begging, but remembered a service road I could use which would bring me out near the car park. I picked up my bag, kissed him on the back of the neck and reached for his cock for a quick feel before I left. I knew I wouldn't be able to stop lusting after him. Infatuated by his cock, practically worshipping it, I crouched down and kissed it. “Can I come here straight from work tonight?” I asked. “I'll text you later or sometime” was all he promised. I departed, knowing that I would do whatever he required of me, no matter how depraved, debauched or humiliating to ensure he would continue to fuck me. I only saw a handful of people on the way, which was just as well. By the time I reached my car, spunk was running down my legs, despite having wiped my pussy again before leaving his flat. The only other person I saw was the milkman, delivering to the house opposite when I arrived home, which probably made his day. I was absolutely shattered all day and rushed home waiting expectantly for Steve to text. The evening dragged on with me constantly checking my phone. By 9pm nothing, I sent him a text, attaching a picture of me naked and masturbating. He didn't reply, instead at around ten my husband rang. I made an effort not to sound to disappointed, chatting about our days. He mentioned about me using the vibrator the previous night and I told him I was going to do it again as soon as I went to bed. I did, using one of my dildos, thinking of Steve, disappointed and cursing him for not texting. Matt was back the next day so I didn't expect to hear from Steve. Somehow I behaved normally, we had sex as usual. On the Saturday evening Matt had gone out with two of the other guys from work. I was out with some girlfriends, something we did about once a month both of as usually home soon after midnight. Mid evening my phone went off. A text from Steve “Are you missing this?” and a picture of his erect cock. I excused myself, went to the ladies loo, pulled my jeans and panties down, fingering myself until I was wet. I took a picture of my pussy and sent it to him with a message telling him I was so desperate for him to fuck me my cunt was permanently wet. As soon as the picture went I sent a second text explaining I was out with the girls, Matt was out too and could I see him again that night for two or three hours. A minute or two later my phone rang, my heart leapt when I saw it was Steve's number. I listened while he explained where he wanted me to go. A parking area in some woods about 20 minutes drive, explicit instructions on where to park and calling him when I got there. I made my excuses to the girls and drove to where he'd told me. I passed three or four cars in the parking area wondering which was his. I parked where he'd told me and called him. He answered quickly. “Are you ready for some fun?” he asked. Eagerly I replied that I was. He told me to leave the parking lights on then get out of the car and go over to the picnic area about 25 metres away. I could just make out a table in the moonlight. Walking towards it, I tripped and stumbled and he instantly warned me to be careful. He had to be close. I looked around wondering where he was but couldn't see him. I reached the table. Before I could tell him he spoke again, telling me to put the phone on speaker place it on the table and turn around. I turned looking back towards my car, the area in front of it illuminated by the parking lights, the surrounding area dark. “Take your clothes off Slut” he instructed. I was getting used to him calling me a Slut. The description wasn't exactly inaccurate. I sat on the edge of the table, bent down and took off my shoes. Unbuttoned my jeans, peeling them and my panties down my legs and took them off before pulling my jumper up over my head. I reached behind my back, unclasped my bra and added to the pile of clothes on the table. I guessed he must be watching through some sort night scope, so leant back on the table, legs parted, waiting. “Go back to the car” his voice came from the phone. I turned to pick up my clothes and phone. Just the phone. Leave the clothes” he instructed. I reached the car, put the phone down. “Play with your cunt” he ordered. I started to get in the car. “Outside. Where we can see” he demanded. I noted the “We” and got out, resting my bum against the front wing. I'd found performing sex acts on myself, whilst being watched that first time, incredibly horny and exciting. I was eager to do it again and parted my legs. I reached down, ran a couple of fingers along my gash, pleased to feel how wet I was already. I dipped my fingers into my cunt, wetting them, spreading my juices around my hole, lubricated my clit then began to openly and lewdly masturbate. I heard a car door close, then a second. I looked in the direction of the sound, saw two guys approaching then two more. None of them Steve, he was still talking to me on the phone, instructing me to suck the guys cocks when they reached me. They stood watching me, a couple of younger guys in their early twenties, one around thirty, the other in his forties. Now I could see them it encouraged me to perform even more wantonly, leaning back, opening my legs wider, thrusting my cunt towards them. I pushed all four fingers in, masturbating without inhibition. “Get your cocks out. I'm going to suck you all off” I called to the guys. They unzipped, and pulled their cocks out. Unsurprisingly none of them were anywhere near as large as Steve, but my instructions were to suck them not fuck them. I heard Steve “Get sucking Slut. You haven't got all night” he reminded me. I crouched in front of two them, reached for the nearest, pulling him closer. Still masturbating, I took him in my mouth and started sucking him off. The guy next to him, began to fondle my tits, pinching and pulling my nipples. The other two moved closer, one knelt down, put his hand between my legs, fingering my cunt from behind, before moving a finger to my anus, slowly teasing it open until he could slide a fingertip up my arse. With a moan of pleasure, I rocked back his finger sliding into my bum. I sucked harder. The guy standing, fondling my tits, put his hand on my head turning it towards his offered cock. I took him sucking him for a minute before turning back to the first. It was whilst alternating between the two that I caught sight of Steve, standing videoing the action. With him was a woman, aged about forty, dressed in jeans and top, holding his cock, wanking him. I stopped sucking looking at her, wondering who she was. Steve called over to carry on giving the guys blow jobs if I wanted him to fuck me. That was enough to spur me on, sucking them all urgently, selfishly wanting to make them cum as quickly as I could and get my hands on Steve’s cock, curious to find out who the competition for his prick might be. I used every trick I knew to make them cum quickly and in little over 10 minutes I'd swallowed four mouthfuls of semen and had stood up, licking my lips, waiting to see what would happen next. The first thing he did was hand the camcorder to one of the guys who he seemed to know. He stood, the woman still stroking his huge erection. The Alpha Male maybe, wanting everyone to see his cock. I wanted it and intended to have it. I turned and bent over the bonnet, supporting myself with one hand, legs spread, my other hand stroking my pussy, wiggling my arse offering my cunt to him. “You're right she is a horny Slut” I heard the woman tell Steve as they moved next to me. All I could think was - I am horny. Now fuck off and let him fuck me you bitch – she didn't. Instead I felt her hand on my bum, caressing my buttocks. I started to stand. Steve stopped me and told me to keep still and let her play. He was next to me, his cock close to my face, no longer being held. I looked at it longingly, then jumped when I felt the womans hands on my bum, parting my buttocks. “Don't move” Steve told me, slowly wanking his cock tantalisingly almost within sucking distance. I tried relax. I felt the womans lips on my lower back, planting little kisses on my hot flesh. Her tongue flicked out. I shivered as she ran her tongue between my buttocks. I felt her warm breath on my bum, then the tip of her wet tongue touched my anus. I shuddered and gasped. The effect was electric, shivers going up my spine as her tongue circled my bum hole, the tip probing the puckered centre. I felt her tongue continue its journey, licking closer and closer to my pussy. She moved her hands from my bum to my thighs, forcing my legs further apart. She moved her hands higher, slipped her fingers into my hole from both sides and pulled my cunt open. I felt her tongue gliding along my gash, lapping my juices. I sighed with pleasure, enjoying the feel of another woman’s tongue in my pussy, the softness of her skin against mine. She licked and sucked my cunt, went back to my anus teasing me, arousing me. I looked longingly at Steve's hard cock, pleaded with him to make her stop before I came, begged him to fuck me. He shook his head, spoke to the woman, “Fist her while she sucks my cock Kate. Then I'll fuck the Slut” He moved between me and the car. I gratefully kissed his wonderful cock and licked around the head. I felt Kate squatting behind me, realised that she intended to double fist me, when I felt the fingers of both her hands sliding into my cunt. I opened my mouth, gasping and breathing in sharply, as I took both her hands, just her thumbs still outside. Steve pushed his knob between my lips, into my mouth and I started to suck at about the same time as Kate, slipped her thumbs into my hole. She pushed, her hands forming fists inside me, both her wrists inside me, stretching my cunt open even more than my largest dildo. She began to double fist me, her breath on my arse, her hair brushing against me. She fisted me while I sucked Steve's cock, enjoying the sensations spreading out from my pussy whilst having my mouth stuffed full of cock. She continued for 3 or 4 minutes, my cunt fluttering around her fists, telling her I was building up to an orgasm. “You're new Slut is ready for you” she announced stopping. Steve took his cock from my mouth, she kept her fists in my cunt until he was ready. She twisted and turned her wrists, easing her arms and fists from my cunt. She quickly moved aside, Steve grabbed my hips, pulled me back and rammed his cock straight into my gaping fuck hole. I was so stretched and loose I took him easily, just crying out when his cock briefly hit my cervix. He pulled out, I reached between my legs, splaying my fingers either side of his shaft, enough to prevent his shaft penetrating me quite so deeply. Looking over my shoulder, I could see the guy with the camcorder, recording me being fucked, hopefully getting some clear shots of Steves huge cock penetrating my cunt and fucking me. Something for me to look forward to watching. Kate seemed to have gone. Steve fucked me for about 10 minutes, finger fucking my arse at the same time. I was elated. I'd got what I wanted. Steve’s wonderful cock buried inside me, fucking me to orgasm once again. I was in the middle of a second, shuddering climax when I eventually felt his cock pulsing inside me, giving me a large load of his creamy seed. I held onto the car gasping for breath as he withdrew his cock from my pussy, copious amounts of spunk, flowing from my hole moments later. Before I’d even straightened I heard him speaking to Kate, telling her he'd drop her home as he had to get back to the pub. He called over his shoulder that he'd text me sometime, they walked away and drove off. Show and fun over the four guys left me, wiping spunk from my pussy and legs. I noticed on the car clock it was 11.15pm, time to get home before Matt. I went to retrieve my clothes from the picnic table. To my horror I couldn't find them. I rushed to the car, found my torch then back to the picnic area hoping there was another table. There was only one table and only one item on it. Neatly laid in the centre of the table was the flimsy G-String I'd lost at the barbecue when he'd gone down on me the first time we met. I shone the torch around, unable to believe they'd taken all my clothes. It had to be Kate, Steve hadn't had the opportunity. I swept the beam up in the trees, went back to the car in case they'd put them there. Nothing. I had to get home and had no choice but to drive home naked. I slipped the string on, not that it covered much, started the car and drove home sticking rigidly to all the speed limits, praying that nobody would notice. Twice I stopped at traffic lights, cars next to me, without anyone spotting I was naked. Quarter to midnight I drove up the side of the house, breathed out a sigh of relief as I let myself in. Matt would be home any time, a bit close for comfort. Straight upstairs to the shower. I spent 10 minutes, with the shower head practically in my pussy flushing out every drop of Steve's cum, although I suspected most of it had already leak out onto the car seat on the drive home. I put on a pair of panties, climbed into bed, checked my phone remembering to delete everything. I was in bed reading when Matt arrived home, a bit later than usual. He explained why he was late. He'd met up with the guys and Steve had turned up with a woman called Kate. They'd had a couple of drinks and Steve had suggested that he drive them to a country pub as he wasn't drinking. Two or three more drinks then Steve had said he had to drop Kate off home, wouldn't be long and would be back to run them home. Matt laughed when he said Steve had been gone ages, probably shagging he reckoned (He was right there. But not about who he thought was being shagged) The mystery being who was she? Matt didn't know, he thought maybe an ex visiting so I was none the wiser to who had licked me out and double fisted me. Even so I was jealously wondering if she was with him and was he fucking her. That in essence is how I became a Slut. I've told you enough, for you to appreciate, just as I by then did, that Steve was intent on making me a Slut and I was an eager and willing pupil. There are more stories I could post, but I don't intend too submit more at the moment because I don’t want to outstay my welcome and bore you. I think I will leave it to your imaginations what a Slut, and occasionally a Whore, I've become. Until I decide, or am persuaded to write again. Bye for now. Julie xxx PS. One person expressed concern and criticised my behaviour. Just so you know, my husband is now aware and approves of me being fucked by lots of guys.