I can't believe that 18 months have passed since my now ex, Steve submitted our story - Training to be a slut 23rd Nov 2010. He was supposed to have posted a follow up but never got around to it and as we are no longer together I thought that I would bring things up to date. You may recall that Steve had been taking me out for walks, late at night, through the back alleys, naked except for a collar and leash, though he carried a long T shirt, just in case. We'd been caught once by a guy walking a dog, who'd watched me masturbating. We'd increased our range over several weeks, crossing roads to reach a park about half a mile away, where Steve would fuck me before we went home. The story culminated with Steve, inviting a guy in a park to fuck me one night, my slut training really beginning, or so I thought The following weekend we went back and the guy was there again with 3 or 4 of his mates who took turns fucking me, then we went on holiday for a couple of weeks. During the holiday I had numerous young guys, some only 18 or 19 more than willing to fuck a 35 year old trainee slut with 38d tits,tied on a bed or handcuffed to the balcony railings. Though I didn't keep count, Steve reckoned I was fucked by at least twenty lads in the fourteen days we were in Spain. We hadn't taken my collar and leash, and I'd really missed the excitement. The risk of being caught a powerful aphrodisiac for me, never knowing what would happen and who he would invite to “Mate” with me. By the time we came home I thought I really was a Slut, but I still had much more to learn and experience with both men and women. Though I didn't realise it at the time Steve wasn't the person to instruct me, he lacked the experience and more importantly the imagination to make me a true submissive BDSM Slut. Within days of him writing the last part the winter really set in, snow, ice, bitterly cold. Up until then he'd been taking me out, wearing a coat, naked underneath, flashing and exposing my body, but to cold to do anything else. It wasn’t until mid May 2011 that he started taking me out for naked walks regularly again. The first two or three times were quite good. Even though he didn't find anyone to fuck me I sat on a park bench fingering myself and sucked his cock before he fucked me, watched by a voyeur who didn't think we knew he was there. I found that it was becoming boring, the same routine being repeated. I tried to think of things that would give me the same buzz of excitement as when he first took me out, but we were restricted in the routes we took. I was close to saying I didn't want to go because I was getting little excitement out of it, the novelty wearing off. I think we'd been out 5 or 6 times by early June. We decided to give it another go, just after midnight on a Friday, out through the back alleys, crossing a couple of roads, passing a guy walking his dog. It was so dark he didn't notice I was naked. It was as we were returning that something happened that changed everything. The closer we got to home the fewer choices of route until the last part where we have a choice of two alleys before our own. We were in one of the two alleys, I'd had a couple of cans of lager before we left and was bursting to pee. We stopped and I squatted, under a street lamp and released a stream of golden piss across the alley, watched by Steve. I'd pissed in front of him 2 or 3 times previously and found it a bit of a turn on. The stream weakened and stopped leaving a wet streak on the tarmac and a puddle between my legs. He told me to have a wank, so I spread my legs wider, and began masturbating, enjoying being so vulgar. I'd got going nicely, dipping my fingers in and out of my cunt, when I became aware that we weren't alone. First a scuff, someone moving then two figures appeared from behind a skip about 20 yards away. They came closer and I could see it was a man and women. There was no doubt one was female, like me she was naked except she was wearing a leather harness and corset, a coat or dress over the arm of the man. It was so unexpected that I stopped wanking as they walked closer until they were in the area illuminated my the dim street light. I could see them clearly, the guy slim, mid forties dressed in black. The woman a bit younger fortyish, about 5' 7” but hard to tell because of the height of her heels. Her legs toned with well defined muscles, wide hipped, between her legs, steel rings piercing her labia, smoothly shaved pussy, another ring through her clit hood. The corset cinched her waist, the top curving beneath her naked breasts, both nipples pierced. I'm a 38d and her tits looked much larger, 40f or g I guessed, looking remarkably firm and natural but probably enhanced. The man spoke first, authoritatively as if he was used to being obeyed. “Don't stop” I glanced at Steve but did as I was told, my fingers moving in my pussy, glad to be masturbating for more than just Steve, excited at being watched by strangers. He snapped his fingers at the woman, “Suck my cock” he ordered. She knelt down, unzipped him pulled his prick out, licking his shaft before taking him in her mouth, sucking his semi erect cock. Steve spoke, “I'm Steve this is Heather” he introduced us.”I know” he replied, without explaining how. I glanced at Steve surprised, pulling my fingers from my pussy. “Don't stop until you cum” he ordered. I started wanking again, to startled to disobey, but excited by his confidence and dominance. “Marcus and Debbie. We've been looking for you since we heard you were back out a couple of weeks ago” he told us. I was getting very wet and aroused, by the turn of events, wondering why exactly they’d been searching for us. Partly from masturbating, but also from watching Debbie fingering herself while she sucked his cock, I was getting close to cumming. I imagine many women are bi curious, seeing another woman masturbating was doing things for me. I gave a quiet moan. I was cumming, fingered myself faster, whimpering as I felt the flush of orgasm spreading from my cunt. Feeling that nice post orgasmic glow I stood up, watching Debbie as she continued, licking and sucking, his cock, though it didn't look fully erect. I think what happened next was a test. Marcus asked if we were interested in going to a party at their house the following night. Just so we were clear Steve asked what sort of party. “Bondage. Fucking, Masturbation,” he indicated Debbie “Submission, more or less what you fancy” I fancied going and nodded agreement. I heard a noise, Debbie swallowing, and looked down, watching as she gulped, liquid leaking around her lips, running down her chin, splashing on her tits, dripping to the ground and realised he was pissing in her mouth. Steve looked a bit shocked I found the scene raunchy and erotic, more so when he stepped away from her and aimed a powerful stream of piss at her, soaking her hair, face and drenching her body. She sucked the last drops from his cock remained kneeling, piss dripping from her and spoke for the first time, “Thank you. Can I suck your cock now?” With a nod he indicated she could. She knelt sucking his cock, taking his length until his balls touched her chin. Ignoring Steve he turned to me “Help her” he just seemed so much more assertive and commanding than Steve, compelling me to obey. I knelt beside her, she raised her head, offering his now stiff cock to me. I wrapped my lips around the tip then took his cock in my mouth, sucking him for a minute before Debbie took over again. I could smell the odour of his piss on her body, in her hair, wetting my face when I bent to take his cock from her mouth to mine. We swapped back and fore his prick reaching full hardness, 7 inches perhaps a little more, a dark bulbous glans, a steel cock ring encircling the base of his cock and balls, engorged veins along the length of his thick shaft. We must have sucked his cock, for about 20 minutes before he allowed us to taste his spunk, shooting first in my mouth, then Debbie's, spraying the remainder on our faces. I could feel it running down my face, and dripping on my tits, Debbie's hand on my arm, waiting to be told what to do next. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to lick each other clean when he told us to, his voice, mesmerising, as good a description as any. Debbies tongue and lips licking and sucking his spunk from my face, I did the same for her. I moaned with pleasure as she bent, licking the curve of my breast, tongue flicking my nipple then taking it between her lips sucking it erect. I couldn't help enjoying what she was doing, didn't want to stop her, delighting in the feel of another woman's mouth exciting me. She released the nipple, kissed the other, tongue circling the areola teasing the nipple erect, before her mouth returned to mine. Her tongue tracing my parted lips, probing my mouth searching for my tongue as she kissed me deeply and I responded, our tongues entwined. Marcus to my disappointment told us to stop. Handed me a card, with an address on. “Until nine tomorrow night” he said, as if it was a foregone conclusion we would be there, leading Debbie away. “What shall I wear” I called after them. Debbie replied, “Come as you are. I'll find you something suitable” I looked around almost as if I was emerging from a trance, still turned on by what had just happened, by far the horniest thing I'd ever done, let alone in a public place, though it was late at night. We hurried back to our house, Steve fucked me over the kitchen table, telling me what a dirty slut I was, how sexy it had been watching me and Debbie making out, both excited about what the following night promised. By the morning Steve was having second thoughts, but if anything I was keener than ever. We went but it was the beginning of the end of my relationship with Steve. I had so much to learn and it was obvious he wasn't the man to do it, far to unimaginative, tedious and predictable. Marcus and his friends proved to be, and still are, far more creative and inventive and have guided me on a continuing sexual adventure in ways that Steve could never have imagined. The final sentence of the story he wrote read “I hope you agree that she has the makings to become a good slut” I think I have become the Slut he wanted, probably beyond his wildest dreams, just not with or for him. During the week I am the demure, conservatively dressed office manager, though no one knows what is hidden under my clothing, returning to my flat each night. At weekends I belong to Marcus and others, a cock and cunt worshipping, submissive Slut. I have been led on an exiting sexual adventure, discovering and pushing the limits of my sexual boundaries and desires, revelling in the discovery of what I really am. I am so elated I could shout from the rooftops “I AM A SLUT. WHO WANTS TO FUCK ME” Having reread this I know I sound a bit of a bitch for dumping Steve, but perhaps it is also a cautionary tale for you guys. Be careful what you wish for, you may get more than you bargained! I'll try not to leave it 18 months before posting again if anyone is interested in more Heather xxx