Alan and I are in our thirties and quite sexually adventurous, know each others likes, and bodies intimately but I had to admit that over the last year or so things had been getting routine, stale I suppose, that spark of excitement gone knowing what to expect when we fucked. He'd mentioned getting a guy to join us for a threesome a few times, suggesting it would spice things up, and though I hadn't said I would, neither had I dismissed the idea out of hand. I found the idea incredibly exciting but was unsure if I could go through with it. Not because I didn't want to, one of my secret fantasies had been to be fucked by several guys, but because I suspected that if I did I might like it to much and be unable to stop. My suspicions were well founded, not that I regret it. Last year I finally did it, but it hasn't stopped there. He'd suggested that I could have sex with another guy while we were on holiday. In fact I went further than he'd suggested and had sex not with one guy but with three other men while Alan my husband watched then joined in. I'd tentatively agreed to do it but only finally decided to go ahead when we got chatting to two guys. I liked them both and after giving it some thought that evening I told Alan that if he invited them back to the apartment I would let them fuck both me if they wanted to. The look on his face, a long with the surprised “Both of them!! Are you sure?” was worth it. I'd noticed them looking at me and was fairly sure they liked what they saw. By the next day I was having second thoughts but was determined to go through with it, the thought of feeling their hard young cocks in my pussy enough to make me wet and aroused. Although I am closer to forty than I care to think about I'm told I look younger, I think my body is quite good, slim with 36e tits that I think make me look top heavy, but at least they are round and firm and Alan still can't keep his hands off them, even after fifteen years together and assures me that most men would be the same. My legs, which I think are my best asset, are toned and allow me to wear short dresses and skirts. I keep my pussy trimmed, usually leaving a small triangle, heart or just a little vertical strip, though in the summer I keep it completely shaved. The next day I wore just a thong sitting with Alan and the two guys by the pool, enjoying them looking at my naked breasts, the nipples poking out hard. I took my time massaging sun cream onto my body, rubbing it slowly and sensuously into my tits paying special attention to my sensitive nipples. By the time I'd finished I was feeling very aroused, my cunt moist when I laid back legs parted. I noticed them glancing at my pussy, hidden only by a thin triangle of cloth, the material stretched tightly between my legs, slipping into my gash, my pussy lips visible. This required me to rearrange it several times. I made sure I pulled the material to one side, exposing my juicy cunt briefly, before making myself decent. I flirted with them, “accidentally” flashed making it as obvious as I could that I was available. We had quite a few drinks, Alan inviting them up to the apartment in the afternoon, leaving them in no doubt they were being invited to fuck me. Being so enthusiastically fucked by the two guys on holiday was a great confidence boost too, particularly as both of them were only about 22 or 23 years old. I felt no embarrassment at being naked in front of them and spent as much time as I could nude with them. Sitting out on the balcony, legs open, touching myself, uninhibitedly displaying my cunt to them, masturbating in front of them, whilst watching them wank was exciting for me. When one or both were erect they would either fuck me bent over the balcony wall or kneeling on the lounger, one fucking me while I gave the other a blow job. It was the best holiday ever. Alan and the two guys fucking me every night, most mornings and several times I went to bed with one or more in the afternoon. Usually on holiday we have sex more frequently, two or perhaps three times a day, with three cocks to satisfy me, two young virile lads, I was fucked at least 7 or 8 times each day, more one night, half way through the second week, when the barman from the pool joined us. That night I had one of their cocks in my pussy, being fucked almost continuously from midnight until about three or four in the morning. I'd forgotten just how quickly young guys can recover and be ready to fuck again and was a little ashamed when I calculated that over the 14 days and nights they must have fucked me close to a hundred times between them. That shame was short lived, the pleasure overwhelming, my only regret that the holiday wasn't longer and that I couldn't have even more cock. I was a convert to the pleasures of having sex with more than one guy. The last two nights they Double Penetrated me. The sensation of taking two cocks in my cunt, while sucking Alan's cock were incredible and I decided there and then it was something I would want to repeat. I'd never orgasmed so intensely or loudly as I felt both their cocks stretching my cunt, throbbing inside me as they filled me with their spunk. I admit that on the first occasion on holiday in Spain I had my reservations about letting other guys fuck me while Alan watched then joined in. But once I'd experienced the pleasure of being repeatedly fucked, having another cock hard and ready to fuck me and make me orgasm repeatedly, I realised that I wanted more, the true slut inside released. By the end of the holiday I knew one thing for certain I wouldn't be able to stop. I'm not sure which of us was more surprised at how easily I'd become something of a cock slut. When we returned home I told Alan I was keen to continue and find more guys to fuck me. He was delighted and more than eager to arrange it. I would guess that in the year since I have been fucked by about a dozen different men. Some of them I've met only once or twice, two of them, James and Ian who are both in their twenties, now fuck me regularly and keep my pussy smooth, insisting on shaving me before we fuck. I admit I have a preference for younger cock either joining me and Alan, or sometimes one or both of them will stay the night if Alan is away working. It was about six months ago when he was away that I lost my anal virginity. I'd been thinking about trying anal sex, had been practising with one of my dildos and the time seemed right. I was on top of James, his cock in my pussy slowly riding him, ready to take Ians cock too. Ian was behind, rubbing his prick against my bum and pussy, preparing to slip his cock in next to James's. I just decided I wanted to be arse fucked and asked him to lubricate his cock and push it up my arse. It was a sign of what a slut I was becoming that I was able to ask him to arse fuck me with out feeling any embarrassment. I reached back, spread my buttocks while he lubricated his cock then my anus, keeping still as he prised my arse hole open with his fingers, slid his cock into my bum, until he fully penetrated me. He began to move, fucking my arse, while I rode James until I orgasmed and they both came inside my holes. Alan had been watching me practising, preparing my arse for when I felt ready to try anal sex. As soon as they'd both cum I lay back and got them to take a series of photos on my phone of their spunk running from my pussy and oozing from my bum hole. I sent them to Alan who called to ask me to describe what we'd done, how it felt, did I enjoy it. He wanked as I told him and that I could hardly wait to do it again, promising that next time he could watch and fuck my arse too. Not for the first time he complemented me saying I had turned in to a slut and a whore. Since the holiday, I'd been going to keep fit and my tummy was flatter, my legs toned, whether from keep fit or the amount of times I was spreading them each week I wouldn't like to say. It had done great things for my confidence so much so that when Alan returned at the end of the week I told him that seeing as he'd called me a whore, I wanted to be taken out dressed as if I was one. He loved the idea of going out with me dressed as a whore, taking me out on the Saturday to choose something suitable. That night he watched me getting ready, a black half cup bra and string, I had intended to wear fishnet stockings but the red mini skirt was so short, even standing straight it didn't cover the stocking tops so I removed them. Over my bra I wore a black low cut micro mesh top, showing plenty of cleavage, and if you looked closely my nipples visible peeping out of the bra. I did my make up, applying it more heavily than usual, bright red lipstick, black eyeliner and shadow. I put on a pair of strappy sandals with a about a 4 inch heel, looked at myself in the mirror, satisfied with how I looked, a whore, eager to go into the the nearby city centre and visit a few bars. I felt confident and relaxed as we parked, waiting until a group of lads were passing the the car before opening the door, and swinging my legs out, ensuring the got a good look at my lace covered pussy before I stood. The slowed to watch, dropping behind us as we strolled through the city centre. I could see their reflections in windows, when I stopped looking into shops, bending forward, turned on knowing the back of my skirt would rise exposing my bum. We called into a couple of bars, where I sat with Alan, crossing my legs, the skirt hiding little. We were going on to another pub when I noticed some sort of function going on in one of the large hotels and suggested we go in. Alan went to the loo and I went in to one of the quieter side bars, bought myself a drink and sat on stool where he would be able to see me. I could see a couple of guys, probably in their thirties or early forties looking at me. I smiled at them, crossing my legs, swivelling slightly as I did so, flashing my barely covered pussy. I kept a look out for Alan, watching them from the corner of my eye, glancing at them, smiling again, enjoying the part I was playing. I could see them talking looking over at me, then get up and walk towards me. I wondered what was taking Alan so long, looked towards the door and saw him watching, giving me a thumbs up. The two guys approached, and stood next to me, over their shoulders I saw Alan, a few feet away, at the bar ordering a drink. The guys asked if they could join me and bought me a drink. They asked what I was doing there and I said I was on business, recrossing my legs and sticking my tits out. “What sort of business?” they wanted to know “I suppose you could call it leisure or pleasure” I replied, sounding husky, touching the guy nearest on the arm. He moved his hand resting it on my thigh. I left it there, even when he moved it higher, sliding it between my legs. I'd been expecting Alan to intervene but he stood watching, a grin on his face. Between them they were blocking what they were doing from the few other people in the bar. I was getting more excited and parted my legs a few inches, letting the guy move his hand freely. He took advantage of my invitation, forcing my thighs further apart, sliding his hand higher until he was moving the side of his hand against my pussy. A quick look around, no one could see, I looked the other guy in the eye. “You can touch too if you want, no ones watching” I invited. The other guy, stroked my leg, parting my legs until they were spread, knees about 18 inches apart. He slid his hand along my thigh, bunching my skirt up above my pussy, slipping a finger under my string touching my gash. I shuddered, part nerves, part sexual excitement, moving against his finger, trying to remain calm. They guy fingering me spoke but I didn't hear him clearly. “Pardon” I said. “How much for both of us to fuck you?” I picked up my drink, took a sip, trying to think. “Both of you together. That'll be dearer than singly” I said, loud enough for Alan, who'd moved closer, to hear, expecting him to do something. Instead he grinned more broadly and nodded his head indicating he wasn't inclined to stop me and wanted me to continue. I was unsure if he wanted me to play along then call a halt or what. My thoughts were interrupted, Sod him. “Come on name your price if you want to do the business” one of them prompted, reaching for his wallet. I guessed there was two or three hundred pounds in it. I looked at them both, the were both reasonably attractive, not fat, clean and I by then I was getting desperate for a fuck. Why not get paid for it I decided. “Seventy Five Pounds each” I told them. I wasn't sure if I was asking to much or to little, holding my breath until he counted out seven twenties and a ten and handed it to me. I put it in my bag, they removed their hands from my pussy and I climbed off the stool, straightened my skirt and went with them to the lifts. Alan's face was an absolute picture as I passed him, looking as if he'd expected me to back out. I of course realise that I was now whoring myself, selling my body for sex, but rather than guilt it seemed to give me an extra thrill, a frisson of excitement at behaving in such a way. I was already thinking about what I would do to arouse and entertain them when we reached their room. One of them opened the room and we entered. A standard room for the type of hotel chain, most importantly a large bed with plenty of room for three. I didn't really know what was expected of me, but as it was a business transaction and I was determined to make sure they got their moneys worth. The idea of being fucked for money excited me, uncaring that I had now become a whore. After several months of being fucked by different guys, being naked and performing in front of virtual strangers didn't bother me in the least. I knew what James, Ian and other men liked and just got on with things. I pulled my top over my head, reached behind unfastened my bra releasing my boobs. I heard one say “Fantastic tits” but I'd already discovered men liked my large 36e breasts. I pushed the skirt down my legs and stepped out off it, kicking it away. I climbed on the bed, raised my bum, peeled my string off lay back naked and spread my legs displaying my cunt to them. I enjoy being watched masturbating and moved a hand between my legs, fingering myself, sliding a couple of fingers in my slippery hole. They both stood watching as I cupped my tits, teasing the nipples until they were hard. I could feel my engorged clit under my fingers, juices running from my cunt and really wanted some cock. Watching me was all the encouragement they needed both of them quickly undressing and joining me on the bed. Both of them knelt, stroking their cocks, one an average six or so inches, the other more impressive, probably close to eight inches and thick. I could hardly wait to feel it inside me. I sat up, reaching for the smaller cock pulling it to my mouth licking him before taking him between my lips sucking his prick into my mouth. The other guy took my hand from my pussy and pulled it to his cock. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, wanking him, spreading my legs wider as he began finger fucking me, his other hand fondling my tits. I could feel little tingles of pleasure spreading from pussy, stopped sucking and asked the guy fingering me how he wanted to fuck me, doggy, him on top, or if he wanted me to ride him. He told me to turn over and he'd fuck me from behind. I rolled over and knelt, took the other guy back in my mouth. I felt the guys cock touch my pussy, his hands on my hips as he slid his 8 inches along my gash before pushing the tip in my hole and slowly pulling me back, drawing me on to his throbbing cock, slowly stretching and penetrating my wanton cunt. He began to pull out then back in fucking me slowly at first then harder. I sucked greedily on the cock in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. My breathing quickened, an orgasm getting close. I'm not sure if whores normally cum when clients fuck them but I was getting close. I was relieved when the guy I was sucking pulled his cock from my mouth saying he was close and wanted to fuck me. I reached back, frantically frigging my clit, unable to stop myself, calling out for him to fuck me harder and to cum inside me. My cunt muscles spasmed, milking his cock. He fucked me rougher, ramming his cock deep in my cunt, his heavy balls slapping my cunt with each thrust. I felt his cock pulsing as he grunted he was going to cum. I was almost there too. I rubbed my clitty faster, pushing back to take his cock. I felt him start to ejaculate, pumping his spunk into my cunt. I moaned, cried out I was cumming, my cunt muscles gripping his cock, squeezing the last drops of spunk from him. I was still panting, slowly fingering myself as he pulled out and the other guy slid his prick into my spunk saturated cunt. He slowly fucked me, starting and stopping several times. He touched my anus then slide a wetted finger in my arse. He began to fuck me steadily getting faster. Sliding his finger in and out of my bum, which I like, he succeeded in bringing me to a second climax before he unloaded his seed to mingle with his friends in my cum filled cunt. I wasn't sure if I'd given them their money's worth and should leave or if they expected more. To be on the safe side I went to the bathroom, wiped my pussy, before returning. They were both sat on the bed, still naked, drinking beers from bottles. They offered me one, I declined, suggesting that I'd rather suck their cocks and drink their spunk. I got the impression they were surprised and had been expecting me to leave, but having offered I couldn't really change my mind. I knelt by the bed, sucking on one cock, wanking the other, alternating between them. The guy with the smaller cock began to stiffen again, but I was having more trouble with the other one. After about 15 or 20 minutes, one was hard and the other was showing signs of life. I decided to climb on the bed and suck the erect one off then concentrate on the other. I saw he was stroking himself, starting to rise to the occasion then lost sight of him bent over sucking off his mate. Having already cum it was going to take longer but he was nicely stiff on my mouth. I wanked his shaft, massaged his balls, trying to make him cum. From the corner of my eye I could see the other guy had managed to get erect, he shoved his cock towards my face, but I pushed him away and he moved out of view. Moments later I felt something cold against my leg and jumped. I guessed it was the beer bottle, confirmed when when I felt the wide flat base pressed against my cunt. Oh well if it keeps him happy it thought spreading my legs further apart as he rotated the bottle against my cunt. I felt my hole stretching, the bottle sliding in until I felt his hand holding the neck, touching my pussy the body of the bottle completely inside me. He began bottle fucking me, back and fore, twisting it until it was almost out before sliding it back in. I rocked on it, quietly sighing each time the bottle fully penetrated my fuck hole. Sucking the cock in my mouth more urgently, wanting his spunk, before I was bottled fucked to climax which was getting close. I was almost there, when he pulled the bottle from my cunt. I was momentarily disappointed until I felt his hard, thick cock sliding easily into my distended pussy. Half a dozen strokes and I came, my elastic cunt muscles rippling along his shaft. I stopped sucking, keeping his prick in my mouth while I calmed down. He was closer to cumming than I'd realised. He started thrusting his cock between my lips, hand on the back of my head, fucking my mouth. I clamped my lips tightly around his prick, holding his shaft to stop him shoving his cock down my throat. I do deep throat but was in the wrong position to do it. I sucked avidly, taking as much cock as I could with out gagging until I felt a couple of small spurts on my tongue, which I swallowed when he withdrew his cock. The eight inches of thick cock in my cunt was working its magic, keeping me simmering, close to orgasm. A couple of fingers in my arse took me over the top, screaming as I climaxed. If they thought I’d been faking it, it was enough to convince them I wasn't. My whole body shuddered, my skin slick with perspiration, flushed pink with lust. The first time he'd lasted about ten minutes this time he it seemed to go on and on, his cock pumping in and out of my sodden pussy. I came loudly twice more before he gave me a second load of his cream, one spurt in my cunt, pulling out and shooting a second time on my back and bum. I reached back and massaged it into my skin, then got off the bed, suddenly realising I'd been with them for well over an hour. I quickly dressed, tidied my hair, touched up my make up, picked up my bag, ready to leave, even though I could feel spunk trickling down my legs. Before I left they asked for my mobile number, saying they'd call me next time they visited. I got the lift down to reception, noticed the man there looking at my legs. I’d felt more spunk gush from my pussy as I stepped out of the lift. The trickle of spunk had become a flood, pouring down my thighs. I smiled at him as I felt a dollop fall from my cunt and splash on the floor. He grinned at me, wished me goodnight as I looked around for Alan .It was close to midnight and I saw Alan waiting outside the side door. I rushed over to him, took his arm, walking along the street alongside the hotel off the main street. I stopped put my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. He broke off the kiss, briefly to tell me he could taste spunk on my lips, “There's more in my pussy and a hundred and fifty pounds in my bag” I grinned, taking his hand and placing it between my legs to have a feel. We kissed again, while he fingered me, bodies pressed together. I could feel his cock stiffening, looked over his shoulder, and saw a service road leading behind a building. I moved my mouth close to his ear, “Do you want to fuck me?” “Here?” he asked. I took his arm led him down the service road lit by a couple of dim lights, crouched down unzipped him gave his cock a suck then stood, slipped my string off, bent over a rubbish skip and he fucked me. Driving home we talked about me taking money for sex, discussed how we felt. He found it horny, I liked getting fucked, the money was a bonus and we agreed I could carry on. I didn't really expect to hear from the guys again but about two weeks later one called and I met him for sex in the same hotel. He passed my number on to others and I have whored myself about thirtyty times now, mostly singly some doubles and one treble. I actually prefer being fucked by twos and threes, both when I'm whoring and for pleasure. For sometime I've wanted to try more, to be gangbanged. I think being repeatedly fucked, taking cocks in all my holes, being wanked over, DP'd, swallowing copious amounts of spunk, having my cunt pumped so full of spunk it overflows, would be fantastic. I told Alan, James and Ian a few weeks ago and asked them if they would arrange it. They told me last week to keep this weekend free. All I’ve been told is that they have the use of a unit on an industrial estate several miles away. I'm not supposed to know how many guys are going to fuck me, but I overheard Alan on his mobile last night, when he thought I was in the shower. He mentioned that between forty and fifty guys had been invited, some of them paying I think. I do hope they all turn up!