Lionel met us at the station. He dropped me off at home where Tom was waiting. “So!” said Tom as soon as the door was closed and we were alone, “did you enjoy Paris?Did you have a good time? Tell me all about it!”; I arrived at the station, I started, with erect nipples showing clearly pressed against my dress. I felt rude and my pussy was wet. I sat directly opposite a middle aged man who introduced himself as Alan, Mr. Jones had told me not to cross my legs at any time while we were away, so I didn't. Mr. Jones introduced himself then introduced me as Miss. Smith, 'my very personal assistant'. As he said this he pressed a little remote controller he had been hiding in his hand. The bullet you inserted before I left pulsed gently in my pussy without any warning. It was a totally new experience to me and I shuddered, closed my eyes, gasped and involuntary closed my legs with pleasure. The pulsing lasted but a few seconds. When it stopped I continued to shudder quite violently before opening my eyes, putting my head back and relaxing my legs. I took a great big lungful of air and smiled at Alan who had obviously realised that for some reason I had just had an big orgasm. With my legs now even wider open Alan had a perfect view of my nice smooth pussy. He made no attempt to hide the fact that he was enjoying the view. Mr. Jones showed him the little remote. “Every man should have one,” he said and pressed the button again, holding onto my knee so that I couldn't close my legs together and I dutifully shuddered with pleasure keeping my legs wide and encouraging Alan to enjoy the show. He did! “Tom?” I asked questioningly, “I know I enjoy performing on the stage and fucking with Lionel while you watch is a great turn on for me. But I've never thought myself to be an exhibitionist! Do you mind that I flashed my smooth pussy to a stranger on the train?” “Did you enjoy it?” he asked. “Oh! Yes, definitely! I just loved him looking at me, my nipples were wonderfully visible through my thin dress and my pussy was soaking wet for the entire journey. Do you think that's bad?” “No! My darling girl I think that is wonderful! You fuck Lionel, you fuck young Lionel. Twice I've taken you to an hotel with the sole intention of getting you fucked by a stranger. I love it as much as you. The thought of you flashing your body to others is a massive turn on. I hope you managed to fuck him?” “Thank you, wonderful husband of mine, let's have an early night and I'll tell you all about Paris.” I made sure that throughout the couple of hours we were on the train Alan, and any other males that walked passed, had a good view of my swollen pussy. I was seriously on heat. This blatant exhibitionism clearly turned Mr. Jones on as much as it did me. I could see his cock was hard, just like Alan's. We made small talk during the journey a lot of it centred around my services as a PA. It didn't embarrass me in the least. I very much enjoyed it. I was so horny! Mr. Jones told him where we were staying and invited him to stop by if he was in the area. I agreed that that would be most acceptable. We shared a cab, Alan's hotel was but 5 minutes walk from ours. We booked in and the bellboy took us to the lift and up to our room. I'm sure it was his fingers stroking my inner thigh! I eased my legs apart, just in case. Mr. Jones had his hand nicely on my bum and I couldn't feel any dress material between us. We exited the lift, my naked bum still enjoying Mr. Jones's hand, with my dress hem up around my waist there was absolutely no way that any small part of my pussy could be covered. I followed the bellboy down the corridor. He stepped to one side fully exposing me to the two young guys walking towards me. They watched my exposed pussy approach with delighted smiles. I had to stop to let them pass, they also stopped. “Guten Tag!” they both said, still blatantly looking at my smooth pussy and little string. “Guten Tag!” I responded politely then Mr. Jones pressed his remote, and held it pressed! I trembled uncontrollably and stumbled into the nearest man's arms. “Sind Sie OK?” he asked. “Yes, fine thank you, I just came over a little dizzy.” I responded. He didn't rush to let me go and I didn't struggle. Lionel held up his little remote. The boys watched as he pressed to button and I moaned with pleasure and sank further into the lads strong arms. They all laughed and I glowed. It wasn't embarrassment either. “Ah! English! Maybe we see more of you later?” he asked, there was a strong sound of 'hopefully' in his voice. Before I could answer Mr. Jones suggested that maybe dinner together would be nice. We agreed on 8 o'clock and the lad reluctantly let me go. The bellboy watched me attentively as I walked towards him. Mr. Jones followed enjoying my naked bum as the bellboy enjoyed my exposed pussy. Our room door was open. I paused, peeled off my dress and walked in. The bellboy was taking no notice of Mr. Jones sorting out his tip. His eyes were totally on my naked body as I walked around nonchalantly inspecting our room and ensuring that the bellboy saw exactly what Mr. Jones would be fucking in the next very few minutes. Eventually he left and as the door closed I knelt before Mr. Jones, undid his fly, took his throbbing cock out and fed it into my mouth. He held my head and face fucked me. As he was about to climax he touched the remote and I came hard whilst he pumped my mouth full of spunk. We fucked on the bed for a couple of hours with him eating me while I sucked him off. Dinner was wonderful. I wore a short 'ish skirt and a tiny thong with a light, loose fitting jacket over my under-bust corset. The fitted suspenders held up my black sheer stockings. I was dressed to be fucked! The two young men seemed delighted to see me, Mr. Jones was also made welcome. They were both under 30 and spoke excellent English so we had no problems with conversation. The waiter hovered, but seemed to be very clumsy. He kept dropping my cutlery. Silly boy! As we started on the dessert Mr. Jones looked up and right out of the blue asked the boys if they would like to take me back to their room for the night? I thrilled and looked at him with a big smile. They said 'pardon' in unison. They were very polite. Mr. Jones repeated his question. They asked if he was joking. I told them that he wasn't, that he was perfectly serious and asked them if they would like me to spend the entire night with them. They looked at me. “Ficken? they both said together. Du kannst mit mir machen was du willst. I told them, much to their surprise and Mr. Jones asked what I had said. I told him that I had said that they could have me any way they wanted. He seemed very pleased about that. They looked at each other then at me, 'ja sehr gut, danke.' 'Mein vergnügen' I told them, hoping it would be more of a 'my great pleasure' than just a 'my pleasure'. Mr. Jones drove the lift. The boys looked dazed but I set them at their ease, I think, by undoing my jacket and letting them enjoy a view of my breasts while I ran my hand up and down their trousers. Their cocks were firming up nicely by the time we reached our floor. I undid both of their zips in preparation. “Tom, I felt like a butterfly! Ever since you started telling me dirty stories my slut self has been quietly developing within a chrysalis. Now, finally I was emerging as a fully fledged slut. I had flashed myself to Alan, virtually told him that all was on offer if he came for it. Stripped for the bellboy and now I was about to spend the night with two German lads, promising them that I would do whatever they wished. The fuck slut butterfly was on the very verge of evolving. Darling, it felt terrific! Thank you!” We first stopped at our room. Mr. Jones told them “Enjoy her! Bring her back at 8 in the morning, well and truly fucked!” The said they would do their best. Do you want to know how good their best was? Please let me know. Love & Kisses Sheila (nearly a slut?)