Hi, It's been a long time, sorry, I've been busy and others have been busy with me. About a year or so ago I was a good, prim and proper wife and secretary/PA. I'm still a good wife and secretary but now I am also a slut! My husband Tom and my lovers, they being my recently retired boss and my new boss, his son all say I am a very good slut but I'm not so sure. OK, I fuck them all as often as possible and never a day passes without at least one load of spunk being pumped in one or other of my three holes. See? Even my vocabulary has changed! I don't make love or even have sex now. I fuck! Oh! And suck, of course. I don't have jizz or cum or baby seed spurt into me I have spunk pumped into/onto me by hard cocks, pretty please. Yes, my husband encouraged me to take a lover. He helped me get fitter and when my boss took an interest he suggested that I try to seduce him. I did! When he retired he asked if I would consider staying on as his son's slut, secretary/PA. I did, with the proviso that I would still fuck with the father. I do. I've recently returned from 5 filthy nights in Paris with the son who, not to put too fine a point on it, pimped me around the seminar/hotel for the nights and fucked me during the days. Now don't get me wrong! I loved every second. From the moment Tom suggested getting a lover I was wholeheartedly in favour of everything that has happened since. Absolutely no fucking complaints at all! But … Importantly I haven't actually pulled a cock for myself yet! All the cocks that I have had in my too short slut life have been found for me by my husband or lovers. To be a complete, Total Slut I needed to find a cock and make it pump hot slippery spunk into me. If my husband was watching so much the better. I knew who's cock I wanted! For new cummers search 'how I became a slut' or 'Sheila' to bring yourself up to date. The very first man to express approval of the new me was White Van Man who tooted his horn (van horn. For those that are up to date, that's the one with the roof rack) and wolf-whistled me. That was last spring and every morning since he has tooted and whistled. It makes my day! It was time the Slut in me thanked him. I had his card (the story's in the back catalogue) and on Sunday I checked his possible routes from home to where he 'tooted' me every morning. I wanted to work out where I might wait so that he could offer me a lift. I told Tom that there were a couple of options. Tom went down to the shed and oiled his bicycle chain and pumped up the tires. On the Monday White Van Man duly tooted and whistled and I eagerly waved back and blew him a kiss. It was becoming traditional. As he passed I noticed Tom, on his bike, about 100 yards behind. I continued on to work with a happy step and an even wetter pair of knickers! Everything was going well. My knickers were always wet when I went to work, not just because of White Van Man's whistle but also that the Young Lion always fucked me when I took the coffee and post in, as had his father. In fact, as does his father still, but not at work. The Young Lion fucks me twice on a Monday, first thing in the morning which is very welcum and again in the late afternoon before going home. He also fucks me twice on a Friday. He is by way of compensation for his missing out on the Saturday and Sunday fuck. After he has fucked my greedy cunt I always clean the spunk and my juices from his cock with my mouth. This is for two reasons 1. I love doing it! 2. It's not a good idea to send your lover home to his wife with spunk-stained boxers. On the Tuesday morning I was at the 2nd junction back from the main road awaiting 'White Van Man'. I saw him coming, his van that is, watching him cum was something I was looking forward to, around the corner and waved frantically. He stopped. I got in. “Can I have a lift please?” I asked. “Does this mean I miss out on my toot and whistle then?” he asked with a grin. “Oh! No, I like it when you toot and whistle. It puts a spring in my step and makes my knickers wet!” “Are your knickers wet now?” “Well, they would be. If I were wearing them!” “No knickers? I don't believe you. Show me!” he had a wicked smile. I moved around on the big van seat, parted my knees and pulled the hem of my skirt up not quite far enough. “Wouldn't you prefer to check for yourself?” He wasted no time. His hand was on the inside of my thigh and heading for my smooth pussy and wet cunt almost faster than I could open wider and move closer. “Umm, a nice smooth cunt. I like a woman with a smooth cunt. Means she knows what it's for and how to use it. You suck cock as well!?” It was more a statement than a question and said as he explored my sopping wet hole with his fingers and started to finger-fuck me. I pushed onto him, encouragingly. “What time do you need to be where you are going?” I asked. “When I get there. You?” “Find somewhere quiet where I can get your cock out.” I replied. As we drove he asked about my wedding ring and I explained that my wonderful husband couldn't fuck me anymore so encouraged me to find other cock to satisfy me. I went on to tell him how he had been the very first to notice the 'new' me. That now every morning was a joy when he tooted and whistled and that I wanted to show him my appreciation. We only had to drive a little way out of town to a large park. At 8:15 the car-park was empty. He pulled into a corner. I had already undone his belt and zip while he drove and I talked. As soon as he stopped I had my hand inside his boxers, fishing out his stiff cock. It was beautiful, young, hard and glistening on the top. I put my head in his lap, opened my mouth and swallowed his cock whole. I had been waiting for this moment all weekend. I realised that I truly was a Total Slut! I didn't just WANT this young man's cock in my mouth, in my cunt filling me with his spunk. I NEEDED IT!!! I set to with a will. “Are you just going to suck me off or do I get to pound your greedy wet cunt and pump it full of spunk?” he asked. I paused, as if contemplating my options as I licked around the head of his beautiful, young cock. “Can you pick me up after work?” I asked, swallowing his cock again. “Of course, just tell me where and when.” I removed his cock from my mouth reluctantly “Good! So you can take me to work with a mouthful of your spunk then this evening take me home to my husband with my pussy dripping your spunk down my thighs. OK?” I went back down on his cock, pleased to feel that my suggestion had cock approval. I didn't rush him. The Young Lion knew I might be late and why so I played with his cock, licking from his balls to the very tip as he wriggled and squirmed and moaned with pleasure. I felt his hands rest lightly on my head briefly then they went away as his hips pushed upwards trying to get more cock down my throat. Occasionally I heard muffled phrases like 'Jesus, you certainly know how to suck a cock'. That made me feel very good!, and 'Lady if you fuck half as well as you suck you can have me any way, any where, any time!' 'Oh! Goody!' I thought as I stroked him into my mouth, 'I'll take you home and let you have me any way you want for Tom to watch. I felt him building. He jerked about more, arms everywhere, looking for a place to push against or hold onto. I could sense his hands gripping then relaxing as the pressure in his cock built. My mouth never left his cock head. I was not letting a single drop go to waste. I wanted, no, needed every last little dribble. With one final up-thrust of his cock, which I took as deep into my mouth as I could, he came! Warm, salty, slippery spunk pumped into my mouth, delicious! I kept as much as possible in my mouth as I continued stroking, licking and sucking until his jerking finally subsided. He stopped, with a big shudder, totally spent. I sat slowly up, looked at him, opened my mouth to show him my mouth was full of his spunk then swallowed it all and licked my lips. 'Fuck me Lady, that was the best damn blow job I've ever had! Thank you!, he said “Can I have some more, soon?” he added impishly. “I hope you can make some more of that glorious spunk by this evening, I am serious about you taking me home with a cunt full for my husband to enjoy. Now I suppose you had better take me to work.” 'Where the Young Lion was waiting to add his spunk to yours', I thought to myself with delight. I am a lucky cum slut! After taking in the Young Lion's coffee and post and receiving a nice fresh load of his spunk in my mouth in return I went back to my office, floating on air. “I'm a Total Slut,” I told myself “A cock hungry cum slut and proud of it!” I added. I sat at my desk and positively glowed with pride. My mind wandered back to the early days of my slut training, the Old Lion had taken me off to a meeting one afternoon. The venue was his bedroom, the meat was his cock and it was 'ing' me all afternoon and early evening. He had planned it all with Tom, he told me. During a short intermission and while I was entertaining his cock with my lips he told me that I had to have more lovers. Initially I was very miffed at the thought. My husband tells me to take lovers now my lover tells me to take lovers. Was I that bad that I needed lots of practice? I told him how miffed I was! He laughed!!! “You've got the wrong end of my stick, totally.” he said, so I started to suck his balls. That made him laugh more. “Listen, little slut of mine, I'll fuck you whenever possible because you are a damn good fuck already and will improve in every respect over the cummin months. No problem BUT look at it from Tom's point of view. I fuck you because he cannot. In the not to distant future you will stay over-night so we can have a proper session and you will go home to him full of spunk, totally shagged out and looking like the local rugby team have been through you, two at a time. It won't take long for Tom to start worrying that maybe you one day you won't come home..... I told him that that would never happen, that I loved my husband utterly. He had said that he knew that and I knew that but Tom will someday start to have worries and that would spoil every-bodies fun. So, I had to have lots of lovers and Tom would be certain I wasn't going to leave him ever, because as I was getting all the cock I wanted from every angle, I didn't need to go elsewhere. Lots and lots of officially sanctioned cock made sense to me and I squirmed in anticipation of the pleasures to cum. Lionel said he would discuss the matter with Tom. Very official. Then he fucked me some more, lots more, before taking me and my spunk filled cunt home to Tom. He discussed the matter of me taking more cocks, with Tom, that evening, while I prepared dinner for three. It was a very happy memory especially as Lionel had subsequently stayed the night and Tom wanked as he watched Lionel fucking me. Oh happy daze. But WVM's cock was totally down to me. Me the Total Cum Slut free agent! I also realised that this was the first of many. That's why I was so happy, a contented, complete Total Slut willing and able to take cock anytime, anywhere, any how. It's long. I'm sorry they are always so long but it's how it happens. The devil's in the detail as they say. The fuck session(s) with WVM will be following ASAP. I hope you have enjoyed my update. More will follow if you wish. Love Sheila.