Inner Slut Public Convenience Slut
- 3 years ago
- 30
- 0
The Inner Slut Unleashed 3 free porn video
I sat in the chair, waiting. Waiting as my wife was fucked in the room next door, and my cock was harder than I can ever remember it being. I checked my phone, and looked at the images some guy had sent me last night, images of my Elle being fucked by him, images of her laying on a hotel bed, her legs spread wide as she held her cunt open. Her wet cunt. Another image, of him penetrating her arse, another of her sucking his cock, her red lips around it, and so much of it in her mouth. Fuck when was the last time she sucked my cock? I couldn’t remember, and she’d never let me come in it, but she did him, as another shot showed her with her mouth open, and full of come. His come.
From the room next door I could hear her, hear him as he called her a dirty slut, hear her screaming, yes fucking screaming for him to fuck her harder. Why couldn’t she have been like that with me, I wondered not for the first time. I unzipped my trousers, and pulled my cock out, and slowly stroked it, listening to her, now pleading for him to fuck her arse, at the same time looking at the images, one a video of her, being fucked by a stranger for money, and loving it.
I showered, then sat in front of the dressing table, brushing my hair. My blonde hair. The girl in the hairdressers had suggested this shade, ash blonde she called it, I thought it a silver grey, but she had been right, it did look good that colour. The cut was good as well, sharp and sexy. Me, my hair, sexy? I looked again, and wondered if that was really true. Was I sexier than my Mum, or Mikes Mum, he’d thought I wasn’t, how long had he thought that, I wondered. Amy sat on the bed behind me, she was going to help with my makeup, and I needed her help, I was clueless beyond a little eye shadow, and lippy. She wasn’t, earlier I’d looked so different, not like me, well the old me, now I needed to have it re-applied, ready for tonight, and the “special” whatever that was, I still didn’t know. Mike had gone home, after I’d sucked his cock for the first time in years, and for the very first time I’d let him come in my mouth, he lasted longer than I thought he would, his cock was harder than on our normal Saturday night, lights off sex. I wondered if I’d been more adventurous, if we’d have had a better sex life together, and knew the answer immediately, knew too that I’d fuck him when I got home, with the lights on, he could live out those fantasy’s with me, but could he live with what I’d become.
And, could I?
It was Sunday afternoon when I finally arrived home. The taxi dropped me at the end of the drive, and I walked up to the front door, my heels sounding loudly on the concrete, the wheels on my case squeaking. I searched in my bag for my purse, and my door key, then let myself in, closing the door, and the gazes of the teenage boy who lived next door behind me. Mike was in the garden, a beer at his side. He looked up, surprised to see me, perhaps.
“Got one for me?” I asked.
He fetched me one from the fridge, and handed me the opened bottle. No glass. I took a gulp, then sat down opposite him.
“I’ve not unpacked my bag, do you want me to stay?” I asked.
He frowned at me, but said nothing.
I sipped my beer, then tried again.
“Mike, this can go one of two ways, divorce, or not. I can leave now, I won’t fight the divorce.”
“No, Elle, I don’t want a divorce, well I don’t think I do. Do you?”
“Maybe we should, we can’t turn the clock back, can we. Look, lets take it one step at a time, and see how you feel, fuck I’m not sure I know how I feel.”
He nodded, and finished his beer.
“Mike, Amy is bringing a guy around in a bit, they want to discuss a few things with me, well with us.”
We sat around the kitchen table, me and Mike, plus Amy and two other guys, one Jan who Amy said was the owner of the agency she worked for, he was older than I’d expected, not very tall, and something about him made my blood go cold. The other guy, was like a rugby player, broad shoulders, blonde, and a total dish, if Jan made my blood go cold, then he made my mouth go dry.
“So Elle, you’ve made some money over the last few days, with Amy’s help,” Jan said.
I nodded, suddenly and for the first time I was ashamed of what I’d done.
“I want you to join my agency, I can offer you regular work, and you can earn some serious money, and have some fun along the way.”
“What would I have to do?” I asked.
“Pretty much what you’ve been doing, plus a little extra,” Jan said.
“Extra, what do you mean extra?” Mike asked.
“We’d like her to do a few porno’s you know what I mean Mike I’m sure,” Jan said.
“Well I’m not…” I began.
“Elle, shut up, and let me and Mike here work out a deal, when we’re done I’ll tell you what you’re going to do, and when,” Jan said, as the big guy took a step forward.
I sat there wishing I’d not given my address to Amy, wishing I’d not agreed to this meeting. What I’d done over the last few days had started in anger, then, well then I’d got totally carried away.
I looked at her as I put her in her place, knowing as she did what I told her that she would do what I wanted, Amy was right, I could make some serious money out of this slut, and then some. When I’d used her, I’d sell her on. Now for the husband, I turned my attention to him. His eyes were lit up, and I knew then I’d pushed one of his buttons, just needed to push a few more and he’d fall into line, like they all did, if he didn’t, well that was why the muscle was here.
“You like Elle dressing like that,” Jan said.
Mike just nodded.
“And her fucking other guys, you don’t mind that either, do you Mike.”
“Well…”
“No I know you don’t, as long as you get to fuck her as well, fuck the whore you’ve always secretly wanted her to be, and a few porno’s, you’d like that too, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” Mike said, so quietly I almost didn’t hear it.
I didn’t want to make films, fuck what if someone I knew saw them, my Dad, my Mum. No, it wasn’t going to happen.
“Look I’m not…” I began.
“Dermot, take the slut into the front room, and explain things to her,” Jan said, “while me and Mike conclude our business.”
Dermot grabbed my arm, and pulled me up, and dragged me into the lounge. He was a big man, tall, and muscled. He didn’t close the door, then he grabbed the neck of my dress, and just pulled. It tore, and he kept on tearing it until it was in tatters, and I stood in just a thong and heels. He pushed me back onto the sofa, and as I watched he unbuckled his jeans, pushing them down to his knees. He grabbed my nipple, twisted it, making my yell.
“Now little lady, get me hard, so I can fuck your slut cunt.”
I knew I didn’t have a choice, so I took his cock in my hand, then opened my red painted lips.
“What’s he doing to her,” Mike asked.
“What do you think he’s fucking doing Mike. Now listen to me good. Whether you or her want to or not, she’s going to work for me. Be good and you will get a cut, and you can fuck her, Amy too if you want. But you piss me around boy, then I’ll have Dermot beat you black and blue, and we’ll be gone, with her. Understand?”
I watched him nod.
“I said, do you understand?”
“Yes, yes I understand.” Mike replied.
“Good, now Amy take Mike here into the other room, so he can watch Elle being fucked.”
She was on the sofa, legs spread, as Dermot fucked her, moaning, her mouth wide, her eyes wide, though I’m not sure she even knew I was there. Her tattered dress lay on the floor, and bits of her thong. Her red nails dug into his back, racking them down, then gripping his arse, pulling him deeper into herself, as she lifted her legs higher, and in doing so spread her legs even wider. His hand was around her neck, squeezing it. My cock was hard, fuck so hard. I felt someone grip it. Amy of course. She pulled the zip down, then undid my trousers. Pulling it out, rubbed it, then jerked down hard, so hard it hurt.
“Go put it in her mouth, go on, I want to see you put it in her mouth,” Amy whispered in my ear.
I moved forward almost in a dream. My cock was harder than I could remember, jutted out in front on me, and I almost tripped on my trousers, so I kicked them off. I was beside her now, as her head thrashed from side to side. I rubbed my cock on her cheek, and she automatically turned toward me, taking it in her mouth, her tongue frantically working it. I don’t think she knew it was me, or even cared, as her cunt was pounded by the big guy. I began to fuck her mouth, taking out all my pent up
frustrations out on her, why hadn’t she been like this with me, why. I thrust my hips forward, thinking I’d choke the bitch, like I’d seen in the porno films, but she didn’t choke, she moved her head, and my entire cock slid into her throat. She didn’t gag, she just took it, as the big guy fucked her hard. I pulled back, then forced it down her throat again, then again, and again, fucking her throat as hard as the big guy fucked her cunt in my house, my wife on my sofa. I came then, came harder than I can ever remember, straight down her throat, then pulled out, and as I did a string on my cum stretched between her lips, and my cock, hanging there, joining us. Then as he came inside her, the string broke. I turned around, and saw Amy, Elle’s mobile in her hand, filming me, filming her, filming us.
I didn’t want this, this wasn’t what I wanted, but my cunt was wet when he entered me, ****d me, and I’d cum as his big cock bottomed out, it hurt a little, was uncomfortable, as his cock hit my cervix, the hit it again. I’d never given any thought to that part of my body, well other than the obvious, then it didn’t hurt anymore, and I wondered if he had penetrated it, penetrated my cervix. I’d cum again, then I didn’t remember anything else, but knew I didn’t want this to end, God he could fuck me forever. I came too, the taste of cum in my mouth, but whose? Then I looked around and saw Amy and Mike, and beyond them Jan. Mike had no trousers or pants on, as Amy rubbed his flaccid cock, trying to rub life back into it. Jan walked towards me, I knew what he wanted, knew I wouldn’t fight it. I turned towards him, then his cock was in my mouth, hardening. It wasn’t as big as Dermot’ but it was bigger than Mike’s. I took it all, feeling it slide down my throat, I almost choked, but not quite. Something in me took over, I can’t explain, and I seemed to milk his cock with my throat as he came, and as he did he flooded me with his cum.
He zipped himself up, as I sat up, still with my heels on, and the remnants of my thong. I was in that post fuck stage, slowly coming down from a cum high.
“Mike!” Jan said loudly.
Mike walked over to him, as he stood by where I sat, my legs still wide, my labia open.
I watched as Jan pulled out a roll of fifty pound notes, watched as he counted out one hundred, and handed them to my husband, all five thousand pounds.
“There is the money as we agreed for her. She’ll be back from time to time, you can fuck then if you want, anyway you want, understand?”
Mike looked at the money, smiled, and nodded.
“Oh and by the way, in case you’re thinking of backing out of our deal, Amy has sent the little film of what happened here to all of her phone contacts!”
He didn’t smile then, and I laughed, then laughed some more, knowing that there was no way back for either of us, that I was to be their whore, when I’d just wanted to be a slut, even for just a little while.
They led me outside, in just my heels, I don’t know if the neighbours saw, some would see the film clip, then the others would know. I got into the back of their van, the windows were blacked out. I sat beside Amy.
“What will happen to me?” I asked her.
“Jan will keep you for as long as he can make money out of you,” she said.
“And then I’ll go home?” I asked.
“No Elle, you’re not going home, ever. Jan will use you, have you fuck for him, make some movies, some will be very nasty ones, then sell you to some else, who will do the same with you, until one day in about twenty years you’re going to be selling your pussy on the streets for some low life pimp for ten pounds a fuck, that’s what’s going to happen to you.”
“Oh, ok,” I said.
As I said it, someone put a bottle under my nose, made me inhale it. I felt relaxed, so relaxed, I knew what the future held for me, then I felt a needle in my arm, and I knew everything was going to be alright.
From the room next door I could hear her, hear him as he called her a dirty slut, hear her screaming, yes fucking screaming for him to fuck her harder. Why couldn’t she have been like that with me, I wondered not for the first time. I unzipped my trousers, and pulled my cock out, and slowly stroked it, listening to her, now pleading for him to fuck her arse, at the same time looking at the images, one a video of her, being fucked by a stranger for money, and loving it.
I showered, then sat in front of the dressing table, brushing my hair. My blonde hair. The girl in the hairdressers had suggested this shade, ash blonde she called it, I thought it a silver grey, but she had been right, it did look good that colour. The cut was good as well, sharp and sexy. Me, my hair, sexy? I looked again, and wondered if that was really true. Was I sexier than my Mum, or Mikes Mum, he’d thought I wasn’t, how long had he thought that, I wondered. Amy sat on the bed behind me, she was going to help with my makeup, and I needed her help, I was clueless beyond a little eye shadow, and lippy. She wasn’t, earlier I’d looked so different, not like me, well the old me, now I needed to have it re-applied, ready for tonight, and the “special” whatever that was, I still didn’t know. Mike had gone home, after I’d sucked his cock for the first time in years, and for the very first time I’d let him come in my mouth, he lasted longer than I thought he would, his cock was harder than on our normal Saturday night, lights off sex. I wondered if I’d been more adventurous, if we’d have had a better sex life together, and knew the answer immediately, knew too that I’d fuck him when I got home, with the lights on, he could live out those fantasy’s with me, but could he live with what I’d become.
And, could I?
It was Sunday afternoon when I finally arrived home. The taxi dropped me at the end of the drive, and I walked up to the front door, my heels sounding loudly on the concrete, the wheels on my case squeaking. I searched in my bag for my purse, and my door key, then let myself in, closing the door, and the gazes of the teenage boy who lived next door behind me. Mike was in the garden, a beer at his side. He looked up, surprised to see me, perhaps.
“Got one for me?” I asked.
He fetched me one from the fridge, and handed me the opened bottle. No glass. I took a gulp, then sat down opposite him.
“I’ve not unpacked my bag, do you want me to stay?” I asked.
He frowned at me, but said nothing.
I sipped my beer, then tried again.
“Mike, this can go one of two ways, divorce, or not. I can leave now, I won’t fight the divorce.”
“No, Elle, I don’t want a divorce, well I don’t think I do. Do you?”
“Maybe we should, we can’t turn the clock back, can we. Look, lets take it one step at a time, and see how you feel, fuck I’m not sure I know how I feel.”
He nodded, and finished his beer.
“Mike, Amy is bringing a guy around in a bit, they want to discuss a few things with me, well with us.”
We sat around the kitchen table, me and Mike, plus Amy and two other guys, one Jan who Amy said was the owner of the agency she worked for, he was older than I’d expected, not very tall, and something about him made my blood go cold. The other guy, was like a rugby player, broad shoulders, blonde, and a total dish, if Jan made my blood go cold, then he made my mouth go dry.
“So Elle, you’ve made some money over the last few days, with Amy’s help,” Jan said.
I nodded, suddenly and for the first time I was ashamed of what I’d done.
“I want you to join my agency, I can offer you regular work, and you can earn some serious money, and have some fun along the way.”
“What would I have to do?” I asked.
“Pretty much what you’ve been doing, plus a little extra,” Jan said.
“Extra, what do you mean extra?” Mike asked.
“We’d like her to do a few porno’s you know what I mean Mike I’m sure,” Jan said.
“Well I’m not…” I began.
“Elle, shut up, and let me and Mike here work out a deal, when we’re done I’ll tell you what you’re going to do, and when,” Jan said, as the big guy took a step forward.
I sat there wishing I’d not given my address to Amy, wishing I’d not agreed to this meeting. What I’d done over the last few days had started in anger, then, well then I’d got totally carried away.
I looked at her as I put her in her place, knowing as she did what I told her that she would do what I wanted, Amy was right, I could make some serious money out of this slut, and then some. When I’d used her, I’d sell her on. Now for the husband, I turned my attention to him. His eyes were lit up, and I knew then I’d pushed one of his buttons, just needed to push a few more and he’d fall into line, like they all did, if he didn’t, well that was why the muscle was here.
“You like Elle dressing like that,” Jan said.
Mike just nodded.
“And her fucking other guys, you don’t mind that either, do you Mike.”
“Well…”
“No I know you don’t, as long as you get to fuck her as well, fuck the whore you’ve always secretly wanted her to be, and a few porno’s, you’d like that too, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” Mike said, so quietly I almost didn’t hear it.
I didn’t want to make films, fuck what if someone I knew saw them, my Dad, my Mum. No, it wasn’t going to happen.
“Look I’m not…” I began.
“Dermot, take the slut into the front room, and explain things to her,” Jan said, “while me and Mike conclude our business.”
Dermot grabbed my arm, and pulled me up, and dragged me into the lounge. He was a big man, tall, and muscled. He didn’t close the door, then he grabbed the neck of my dress, and just pulled. It tore, and he kept on tearing it until it was in tatters, and I stood in just a thong and heels. He pushed me back onto the sofa, and as I watched he unbuckled his jeans, pushing them down to his knees. He grabbed my nipple, twisted it, making my yell.
“Now little lady, get me hard, so I can fuck your slut cunt.”
I knew I didn’t have a choice, so I took his cock in my hand, then opened my red painted lips.
“What’s he doing to her,” Mike asked.
“What do you think he’s fucking doing Mike. Now listen to me good. Whether you or her want to or not, she’s going to work for me. Be good and you will get a cut, and you can fuck her, Amy too if you want. But you piss me around boy, then I’ll have Dermot beat you black and blue, and we’ll be gone, with her. Understand?”
I watched him nod.
“I said, do you understand?”
“Yes, yes I understand.” Mike replied.
“Good, now Amy take Mike here into the other room, so he can watch Elle being fucked.”
She was on the sofa, legs spread, as Dermot fucked her, moaning, her mouth wide, her eyes wide, though I’m not sure she even knew I was there. Her tattered dress lay on the floor, and bits of her thong. Her red nails dug into his back, racking them down, then gripping his arse, pulling him deeper into herself, as she lifted her legs higher, and in doing so spread her legs even wider. His hand was around her neck, squeezing it. My cock was hard, fuck so hard. I felt someone grip it. Amy of course. She pulled the zip down, then undid my trousers. Pulling it out, rubbed it, then jerked down hard, so hard it hurt.
“Go put it in her mouth, go on, I want to see you put it in her mouth,” Amy whispered in my ear.
I moved forward almost in a dream. My cock was harder than I could remember, jutted out in front on me, and I almost tripped on my trousers, so I kicked them off. I was beside her now, as her head thrashed from side to side. I rubbed my cock on her cheek, and she automatically turned toward me, taking it in her mouth, her tongue frantically working it. I don’t think she knew it was me, or even cared, as her cunt was pounded by the big guy. I began to fuck her mouth, taking out all my pent up
frustrations out on her, why hadn’t she been like this with me, why. I thrust my hips forward, thinking I’d choke the bitch, like I’d seen in the porno films, but she didn’t choke, she moved her head, and my entire cock slid into her throat. She didn’t gag, she just took it, as the big guy fucked her hard. I pulled back, then forced it down her throat again, then again, and again, fucking her throat as hard as the big guy fucked her cunt in my house, my wife on my sofa. I came then, came harder than I can ever remember, straight down her throat, then pulled out, and as I did a string on my cum stretched between her lips, and my cock, hanging there, joining us. Then as he came inside her, the string broke. I turned around, and saw Amy, Elle’s mobile in her hand, filming me, filming her, filming us.
I didn’t want this, this wasn’t what I wanted, but my cunt was wet when he entered me, ****d me, and I’d cum as his big cock bottomed out, it hurt a little, was uncomfortable, as his cock hit my cervix, the hit it again. I’d never given any thought to that part of my body, well other than the obvious, then it didn’t hurt anymore, and I wondered if he had penetrated it, penetrated my cervix. I’d cum again, then I didn’t remember anything else, but knew I didn’t want this to end, God he could fuck me forever. I came too, the taste of cum in my mouth, but whose? Then I looked around and saw Amy and Mike, and beyond them Jan. Mike had no trousers or pants on, as Amy rubbed his flaccid cock, trying to rub life back into it. Jan walked towards me, I knew what he wanted, knew I wouldn’t fight it. I turned towards him, then his cock was in my mouth, hardening. It wasn’t as big as Dermot’ but it was bigger than Mike’s. I took it all, feeling it slide down my throat, I almost choked, but not quite. Something in me took over, I can’t explain, and I seemed to milk his cock with my throat as he came, and as he did he flooded me with his cum.
He zipped himself up, as I sat up, still with my heels on, and the remnants of my thong. I was in that post fuck stage, slowly coming down from a cum high.
“Mike!” Jan said loudly.
Mike walked over to him, as he stood by where I sat, my legs still wide, my labia open.
I watched as Jan pulled out a roll of fifty pound notes, watched as he counted out one hundred, and handed them to my husband, all five thousand pounds.
“There is the money as we agreed for her. She’ll be back from time to time, you can fuck then if you want, anyway you want, understand?”
Mike looked at the money, smiled, and nodded.
“Oh and by the way, in case you’re thinking of backing out of our deal, Amy has sent the little film of what happened here to all of her phone contacts!”
He didn’t smile then, and I laughed, then laughed some more, knowing that there was no way back for either of us, that I was to be their whore, when I’d just wanted to be a slut, even for just a little while.
They led me outside, in just my heels, I don’t know if the neighbours saw, some would see the film clip, then the others would know. I got into the back of their van, the windows were blacked out. I sat beside Amy.
“What will happen to me?” I asked her.
“Jan will keep you for as long as he can make money out of you,” she said.
“And then I’ll go home?” I asked.
“No Elle, you’re not going home, ever. Jan will use you, have you fuck for him, make some movies, some will be very nasty ones, then sell you to some else, who will do the same with you, until one day in about twenty years you’re going to be selling your pussy on the streets for some low life pimp for ten pounds a fuck, that’s what’s going to happen to you.”
“Oh, ok,” I said.
As I said it, someone put a bottle under my nose, made me inhale it. I felt relaxed, so relaxed, I knew what the future held for me, then I felt a needle in my arm, and I knew everything was going to be alright.
Emely
- 16.08.2022
- 26
- 0
