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“Mr. Woodburn, Tina is here.” I was walking toward her cubicle, which had a clear view of anyone approaching from the elevators. As I came to her desk, “You didn’t call her, Sir?” She listened and hung up the phone. “Go right in, Tina. Is anything wrong?”

I was usually called up to see him. I smiled, “Just need to discuss something with him.”

I pushed through the door and was shrugging my arms from my suit jacket as the door closed. “Good morning, Sir.”

“Everything okay, dear?” He was standing with concern reflected in his stance and face.

I assured him I was fine but thought I would get his advice on something. I was removing my blouse, laying it over the jacket, and unfastening my skirt. I let it drop, turned to point my butt to him and bent at the waist, legs straight, to pick it up from the floor. I turned my head to him as my fingers grasped the garment. Only when I got the approving look on his face did I stand up and take the pieces to hang on the clothes tree.

I stood before my usual chair in front of his desk for his usual moment or two of inspection/appreciation before he gave the signal with his hand for me to sit.

“So, what is your problem?” At this point, I was sure he was expecting something related to an account and maybe it was too complicated to trust to a phone call. Though, we both had agreed this process was more fun than using the phone.

“Not really so much a problem, Sir, as your advice about something.” He motioned with his hands opening up with his palms out that he was open to helping any way he could. “Anal, Sir.” That surprised him.

“Anal?” He leaned back in his chair, a smile growing broad on his face. “We haven’t done anal.”

“That’s my problem, Sir. I never have.” He did the hand jester, again. “It came to me this morning as I was showering that it might be an issue at some point.”

He chuckled, “In the shower … you must have been washing very … intensely for it to come to mind.” I blushed. I had indeed. “How might that become an issue.”

“When I get involved with a group of men that don’t really know me, Sir. They may not be as considerate as the men on the Board were. I wouldn’t want my first time to be a surprise during a session with clients and have it be painful. It might ruin what we are trying to achieve with the effort.”

He chuckled, again. “I am somehow not able to envisioning you involved sexually and it being ruined, but for the purpose of discussion, go ahead.”

I smiled and felt my nipples and pussy tingling, “Thank you, Sir. Your slut is grateful, as always, in the confidence you show. But, Sir, it is in that gratitude of your confidence that I don’t wish to ever lose. So, rather than a potential risk of disappointment, I would like guidance in preparing. You have focused on only two of my holes, Sir.”

“Are you suggesting, slut, that I have been remiss in your training?” I stammered but he saved me from having to answer. He was leaning back in his chair, gently rocking with a wry smile when he pressed a button on his phone. The door opened behind me. In a moment, Trudy was standing at the side of the desk between Sir and me. She looked at him, then me, “Always nice to see you in here, Tina.” She winked and I smiled. Now living in the same building, she and I had gotten together several times when we were alone and feeling the need.

Mr. Woodburn gave us a moment to exchange our meaningful looks. He enjoyed very much that his former mistress and current slut enjoyed each other. It kept open the potential for our threesomes. He described my concern and asked for her recommendation.

“Not a problem. I have a website I use for toys. My boyfriend has become interested in some. I’ll give you both the site, but let me go to a ‘private window’ and show you.” She pulled his keyboard over to her, typed in the address and pulled it up. She quickly clicked to the anal toys for a wide variety of lubrications, plugs, beads, etc. She clicked on one that was shiny metal with a colored, crystal end. “I think these would be very attractive, Sir. They come in different diameters and lengths and jeweled end colors.”

He looked at me, “Very attractive, indeed, to see that glassy jeweled end in your butt-hole.”

I smiled at them both. “Thank you. I knew you could help me.”

* * * * *

“Hello there … that is a pretty sight.”

I was bending at the waist to pick up my dress after stepping out of it. I turned my head to him while remaining bent over for his pleasure, “I think it’s cute, very flirty.”

“Very erotic, sexy.”

I giggled as I moved to the clothes tree to hang my dress. As I approached his desk, he twirled his finger for me to turn around. I anticipated his intention and bent over at the edge of his desk and pulled my butt cheeks apart so he could have an even better look. I had received my order of two sizes of butt plugs and several tubes of lubrication. They were both stainless steel and jeweled ends. The smaller one was clear and the other was blue. I was wearing the smaller one today. It was the first time I had them in when I stripped in his office. I had been experimenting with them at home and finally ventured to wear them for a couple hours at a time in the office. I had just re-inserted it prior to coming to his office.

“How does it feel?”

“God, Sir, I love them. I had no idea anal could be so erotic.” I turned around and saw the look on his face. I knew we would be having anal sometime soon. As I sat down, he wanted to know more. “I wasn’t sure about how it would be so I was cautious about how long I would have them in. Mostly I have used the small one, but I have progressed while at home. After only a few days, I put the small one in, then the medium one after I feel loosened up. The medium one makes me feel really full, but even this smaller one gives the same sense.” I blushed, “I have started using a dildo along with this one inserted. It’s an amazing feeling! Since I’ve never experience anal before, I never knew how double penetration would feel.”

He shook his head and smiled. “Have you mentioned these to Deborah by chance?” I nodded. She and I have taken to calling each other ever since that day with the dogs. “She asked me about anal. She’s never had any interest before.”

* * * * *

The taxi left me at the front door of the Woodburn estate. I knocked on the door holding my purse and overnight bag. I never quite knew what to pack for visits with them. Sometimes I needed an evening gown for the club or dinner. Sometimes all I needed was clothes for the return trip.

Mrs. Woodburn opened the door and immediately enveloped me in her arms. She pulled me into the house and gave me a deep kiss. After, I put my bag against the wall out of the way and began taking off my suit jacket. Mrs. Woodburn had decided to duplicate Mr. Woodburn’s rule about my nudity. When I agreed to extend my arrangement of being a personal slut to include her, she added the rule that I was to be naked inside her house unless otherwise directed.

“No. Let me take a look at you.” I shrugged my jacket back on and stood erect in front of her. She was something of a student on how ‘proper ladies’ carried themselves, standing and sitting. She had been working with me on those things during my visits while I had been working with her in more sexual matters, including the dogs.

“We’re going out to dinner. I see you’ve come directly from the office.” I nodded.

She opened my jacket and seemed to make a decision by taking my jacket off and laying it over my bag. She then opened the buttons of my blouse until the first one buttoned was just below my nipples. Not being allowed to wear a bra meant my nipples were vaguely visible through the thin, satiny material of the blouse. Another button undone and things would be blatantly displayed. As it was, my jiggling breasts would be partially visible whenever the blouse gapped open.

“I think that will work.” Mr. Woodburn arrived from upstairs. She turned to him, “What do you think? I think by opening some buttons and leaving the jacket here …” They both looked at me while I remained still. She twirled her fingers, just like he does in the office, so I slowly turned in a circle.

He volunteered, “It would be nice if the skirt was shorter away from work, but …”, he got a guilty look about him, “I may have forgotten to mention dinner.” I felt relieved that I hadn’t missed something during the hectic day while she muttered something unintelligible about men.

The blouse wasn’t really intended to be worn without a bra. Or, maybe it was but not for work, which why I wore a jacket with it. I received a number of interested looks upon entering the restaurant. My breasts jiggled as I walked and my nipples were poking prominently at the thin material. After a starter drink and our meals ordered, Mr. Woodburn directed me to unbutton one more button. They both watched as I moved my fingers to accomplish the task as discretely as possible. They smiled at each other, much better apparently. I looked down and was sure I would be flashing the waitress and other staff during the evening.

Through dinner, Mrs. Woodburn leaned in to ask questions about my use of the butt plugs. Then she blurted out, “Do you have one in now?” She put her hand over her mouth and giggled with embarrassment, but I was doubtful anyone around had a clue what the ‘one’ was. I nodded to her that I did. I had added it just before leaving the office. She looked at me, “Naughty girl, did you put it in while in your office?” I nodded, again. Mr. Woodburn smiled big. I suspected he was imagining being the one to happen to walk in on me at that moment.

She asked more questions, some we had covered in other talks. Yes, it feels full and erotic. Even simple things like walking, sitting, shifting positions and angles have an erotic effect. Yes, sitting takes some getting used to. It drives the plug deeper and is felt more intensely. Yes, with it inside and adding something ‘next door’ produces a very full and exciting feeling.

The discussion in the restaurant was having a powerful effect on me. It was also making me much more aware of the plug in my ass. I could feel the juice leaking from my pussy and we could all see the effect on my nipples. The waitress did, too. She began standing on the other side of the table to take orders so she had a better vantage point to me. She might have been missing out on looking down my blouse, though.

On the way home, they raised the stakes significantly. As we waited for the valet to bring the car around, my blouse was unbuttoned to my skirt. It now billowed up with the slightest breeze and it was that night. As I got into the car with the valet holding the door, he was torn between what he might see under my skirt and what he was seeing inside my blouse. On the way to their house. I was instructed to strip, with one item removed at each stop light. Blouse, skirt, shoes, and stockings until I was naked sitting in the front seat. There were more stop lights but all that did was allow someone outside to get a look before the light changed.

Mr. Woodburn brought glasses and wine to the bedroom, finding his wife and me already engaged in the downturned bed. He quickly undressed and arranged us. He wanted to fuck his wife’s pussy while she ate my pussy with my feet toward the headboard. At first, this didn’t make much sense to me until he started moving the plug in my ass. All three of us came quickly and I was sure that was the idea.

Then, as we gave him some recovery, I retrieved the small plug from my case, lubed it up good and twisted it into Mrs. Woodburn. She moaned, groaned, and gasped, but I did push it past her reluctant sphincter. Then, she went nuts when I insert a smaller diameter, vibrating dildo into her pussy. From my own experience, I knew the vibrations from the pussy were transmitted directly into the anus. Her orgasm was rising quickly.

I felt the bed behind me sag, then, “No time like the present to truly become my slut.”

I felt the plug in my ass being pulled. There was a moment my body resisted, the natural reluctance of the sphincter to open. I pushed to relax and the plug came out. “They really work. Your hole is gaping.”

I looked back over my shoulder while my hands were still moving the toys inside his wife while I was on my knees bent over, “Better fill it, then, Sir. Make me truly your slut. Seed my ass and claim me. I understand a slut is only truly owned when her ass is taken.” I think it turned him on as much as did me.

I felt his cock head at the entrance to my asshole. I held my breath and concentrated on relaxing just as I did with the insertion of the medium sized plug. There was pressure and he was in. The plug really did prepare the anus for penetration … that and lube.

Mrs. Woodburn came, first. Then I did as I used fingers on my clit for extra stimulation. I was wondering about him, though.

“God, your ass is still so tight. I love both of your pussies (smart man to include his wife lying right here with us), but your ass … ohhhhh, this is wonderful. I never knew …”

He had previously cum with his wife and he was showing some staying power now. With one orgasm under my belt, I settled in for a longer fuck, but I was wrong. My second was building when he suddenly began thrusting strongly into my ass. I strummed my clit viciously, then fingers were pinching and twisting my nipples. I looked up to see her intent on sending jolts of stimulation through my body. When I felt his cock jerk and pulse inside my tight anus, I pressed hard into my clit and came with him. My first ass fuck and I loved it!

* * * * *

Mrs. Woodburn managed to get Mr. Woodburn off to play golf with the reminder that he had the rest of the weekend to enjoy us. With that, we had at least the entire morning to ourselves. We were standing on the patio looking over the backyard and in the direction of the neighboring yards. They were very comfortable in telling me that the yard was very private so I could be me naked, but when I suggested she be casually naked in the backyard, it suddenly required a little more consideration. There were a few places where someone might see in if they were aligned perfectly and she finally agreed it was unlikely.

She was wearing a light robe she had put on for breakfast before Mr. Woodburn went off to golf. I was, of course, naked since sometime last night. I pulled the tie loose from around her waist and her robe gapped open. My hands moved inside and caressed her naked body underneath, finally cupping her more substantial breasts and I leaned in to kiss her. As I pulled away, I slipped the robe from her shoulders and she allowed it to slide down her body to the patio blocks at our feet. I took her hand in mine and led her out into the yard to the kennels.

I had resolved in my mind this would be the most intensive session with the dogs, yet. It astounded me how the act of being taken anally by Mr. Woodburn last night still had me stimulated in attitude. What I had said to him in the heat of the moment, now still seemed to be true inside me: being taken in the ass was a truer appreciation of being his to have and use. I felt consumed to discern what that meant.

There had been nights after work that I visited the estate only to join Mrs. Woodburn in mating with the dogs. This was still an activity she was more comfortable participating in with me. I certainly didn’t mind and saw the positive in it. If there were problems with control of the dogs, despite their increasing familiarity with us and acceptance of our rules and commands, there was someone who might be able to assist. The reality, though, was this more a psychological than practical support because once we got started, we would both end up being mated at the same time.

Today was no different. We released the dogs from the kennel run and I was pleased when I heard her give the commands in a voice that had their attention. They sat and awaited our approval, but their bodies visibly twitched with nervous energy and expectation.

Despite already being very wet and ready just from the walk through the yard to them, both of us liked being licked by the dogs. We would generally orgasm first on their tongues, then pay them the same tribute before being mounted. Mr. Woodburn had commented how accomplished she had always been in sucking his cock and I could see the same easy appreciation in the dogs under her ministrations. My orgasms under the dog’s tongue were delicious. The tongues were aggressive but had the ability to somehow twist and curve inside my pussy, nearly always flicking over my clit that would become engorged very quickly under the attention.

The act of paying tribute to their oral abilities by giving them the same seemed to be more bestial than being fucked by them. Being fucked from behind can be lost in the exquisite feeling of the cock in my pussy, but sucking the dog, put my eyes and face right there in the dog’s crotch, my face pressed into fur, my mouth around an unusually shaped cock the distinct color of reds, and the fur of the sheath against my lips when I took the cock deep into my mouth was completely different. Everything was different and sucking it made that blatantly clear. I found the dog’s cock an excellent shape to practice deep-throating as the more pointed tip eased into my throat more comfortably than the large, blunt head of Mr. Woodburn.

My fingers feeling the growing of the knot under the sheath was my signal to be mounted. There were times when we sucked the dogs to climax, but that was not when we were intent on being fucked.

For the first time, we both fucked each of the dogs, taking advantage of the quick recovery the dogs exhibit. We were enjoying the dogs licking our pussy clean of their leaking cum when Mr. Woodburn’s approach across the yard attracted the attention of the dogs. Their heads raised and tails wagged at his approach as if anticipating the praise he heaped on them for jobs well done.

He brought us both a bottle of water and we moved to the shade of a nearby tree, stretching our tired and very sated bodies. We talked, mostly small, pleasantries of the day while we recovered. We were both resting our heads on his thighs, with Mrs. Woodburn’s nearer his crotch. He was idling fondling her naked body and lightly stroking her cheek.

“You seem to be more beautiful all the time, my love.”

She giggled and probably blushed with the verbal attention in my presence, but I couldn’t see it in my position. “I’m no different, dear. Nothing has changed about me.”

“No, you are very much different. Maybe it is your attitude, but you appear different, more beautiful, erotic, stimulating to me.” He reached across with his other hand and stroked my long hair back from my face. “Am I imagining things, Tina?”

I shifted the water bottle to my other hand and stroked her thigh up to her pussy, which was in easy access to my touch. “I think you are both correct, Sir, Ma’am. It is not a physical change, but attitudinal. I think deeper comfort and acceptance of her sexual being is being projected into your relationship. This being a prime example of that; she is comfortably naked outside in your yard, freshly fucked twice by the dogs after orgasming by being licked and sucking one of them. I suspect her pussy, like mine, is gaping and drooling with dog-cum and there is no embarrassment or awkwardness about it as she relaxes in your presence.” I curl a finger and slip it past her pussy lips into her wet hole. “I would say a woman like that is very erotic and beautiful, indeed.”

Her hand snaked between my casually open legs, a finger moving along my equally wet and pliable pussy lips. “Then, it is your slut we have to thank for it, my husband.”

Nobody said anything, but it was like someone had directed our next actions. She and I both moved to take a position against his body on either side and alternated kissing him. His hands were stroking our backs to our butts and our hands came together at his crotch. I felt his cock hardening quickly under his golfing short. Again, it was like we were directed as both she and I worked in concert to open his shorts and release his cock to our demanding fingers. The thing about his cock is that both our hands fit around it easily. When my head moved down to capture its head in my mouth, her hand release the cock and began working his pull-over shirt up his body. With his assistance, she was soon kissing his chest and sucking his nipples while I was engulfing his hard cock.

Then, he shocked us both. “Do you think the dogs have recovered?” We looked at him in surprise. I think we both were thinking we would enjoy him outside in the open air. “I have been thinking about something since last night.” He raised my head from his cock, “Since I took your ass last night, I haven’t been able to get out of my head the comment you made about fucking yourself with the dildo while having the larger plug in your ass.” I looked at him, then her confused. We both pressed him to continue. “I want to fuck your ass with a knot in your pussy.”

I can honestly say I never expected to hear those words strung together in a statement. By the look on her face, she felt the same way. Her face reflected shock and deep concern but wasn’t interfering though her expression to me indicated her concern. I was his slut, not his slave. There was a big difference there. In fact, I was a slut without truly being a real submissive. My acceptance of doing his bidding was not out of a basic submissive nature, but of a desire to be the slut he was showing was inside me. A willing slut and submissive slut were very different things.

“Charles, it was amazing to me that she took your cock in her ass, period. With the dog in her pussy, though?” She looked back and forth between him and me, this time directing her comment to me, “You don’t have to do this.”

I touched her cheek, “That’s what makes all this so exciting for me. I have free will but also expectation. It becomes an internal struggle to continually allow myself to be pulled in whatever direction either of you takes me. It is very exciting. It is deeply arousing. And, yes, sometimes it is even scary.” I focused on him, “Am I sure about this? No, I am not.” I paused for the next words to solidify into true belief in my mind and soul before I released them to define me. “Last night I told you that taking my ass was taking me as yours, your slut. In a way, it was taking ownership of me. Not completely, of course, because I will always have free will, but in an emotional way it is very much that way. You are the first man who ever fucked me in the ass. Sir, you are the first man I ever wanted to do it. You offered me this opportunity with the job and when I came to you about anal I knew I was accepting it. I decided to move forward with the idea.”

I leaned into each of them. I kissed him on the mouth, giving him my tongue, then dropping my mouth to quickly suck his cock. Then, deliberately and with the same enthusiasm and desire, I kissed her the same way before dropping down to suck each of her breasts. I sat back on my heels and moved my knees apart to open my pussy to their gaze, which was noticed and taken by both.

“Sir, we started this by calling me a slut, but it has only been by your guidance over time that you have created, drawn out of me, the slut in reality that was initially only in name. You have stoked a blazing fire within me to experience everything sexual I can … but far more importantly, that fire within consumes me with a passion to bring you pleasure and pleasure to others.” I turned to her, now watching with eyes wide, “And, you Ma’am, I have given to you my same dedication to being your slut. I have the same desire to fulfill all the pleasures you seek and will seek to discover.” I paused and thought more. “There might seem to be a fine line here between acting out of free-will and out of submission. Maybe there is some submissiveness inside me, but I also know I am making a decision each and every time. I decide to wear certain clothes to entice you; I decide I will immediately strip in your office and display my body; the same here. Those things excite me, thrill me, make me dripping wet. Am I merely being submissive or a willing slut who can’t get enough?”

He spoke softly, his arm around his wife, “You are right, Tina, when you say we started this in name. We were both unaware of where this might actually take us. Could any woman of free will really evolve into a slut to be used by others? There are women like that, of course, but one who is a highly effective professional in business even if not a commanding figure, certainly very smart and effective? I will never put you in a situation I don’t believe is safe for you.” Now, he was thinking. “Tina, if there is a submissive response from you, it is not an overpowering part of what you are. Early on, it might have seemed possible. You were reluctant to stand up for yourself or take charge, but I always thought that was what was driven into you for a behavior rather than your personality. The way you have handled your responsibilities in your position and the way you handled the Directors has proven I was always correct. You are a strong woman, Tina. It makes you being a slut so much more erotic.”

“I know and trust that, Sir. And, I thank you for helping me bring that out. I honestly feel I have escaped that chrysalis to become what I am.” I looked down at my own pussy and felt the electrically charged arousal that was coursing through me as if my own body was affirming what I was telling them, that I would always be ready and willing to please with my body. Never would three orgasms be enough for my body or limit me from giving fulfillment to another, especially these two who have become so much more than a boss and his wife.

Then, it was my turn for words to surprise and even shock them. “You have guided me patiently and cautiously, Sir. I think I am ready for what you want.”

She looked up at her husband who was quiet. “Ready? Ready for what, dear?”

I smiled. My nipples were as hard as pebbles. My pussy was drooling, dripping moisture that was a combination of dog-cum but also my increasing wetness. They followed my eyes and waited. “I am ready for everything you wish for me to do for you. Everything and anything. Anywhere and anytime.” I paused. “I know we have to be careful and cautious for the firm and my reputation will reflect on the firm. That is an added factor in why I have so much confidence. Sir, I want us to take the next steps.”

The dogs were still wandering the yard. Mr. Woodburn whistled and they both came running. His command brought them to a stop and a sit in front of us. With his finger still pointed at the dogs, he addressed me to the side, “Slut, you will do them both at the same time. Pick which you fuck and which you suck. Be sure they both cum before the one in your pussy turns on you. At that point, you may not be able to concentrate on sucking the other.”

I understood his meaning perfect and the gasp from his wife told us both she still wasn’t completely comfortable with this.

Without taking my eyes off the dogs, “Yes, Sir.” I didn’t care which dog mounted me. They were roughly the same size. I moved onto my hands and knees and turned my butt to them, then braced myself. I felt his hand slap my ass and waited anxiously for what would happen. Which dog would mount me? Would there be any conflict at the moment? We hadn’t done it this way before.

Whatever happened, there wasn’t any resulting conflict. Paddy was on top of me. I could tell by the legs quickly wrapped around my body. His hips immediately driving his partially erect cock at my ass. I slipped my hand between my legs and a few thrusts later, he drove deep into my pussy and his cock grew with each new thrust. I shook my head to concentrate on the other part of my duty here. I craned my neck to find Sammy and patted the ground in front of me. He came to me, but when he lay down he was too far away. I tried moving to him and it was difficult. I was dragging an extra 70 pounds on my back with two feet resisting the effort. I did it, though, and it only increased my intense desire of the moment.

Paddy was an urgent fuck and this being his 4th effort to climax would prove to be a longer than normal. His knot formed predictably and forced its way into my pussy, which was loosened by the earlier knots and orgasms. My attention to Sammy’s cock in my mouth continued to be diverted by the feelings coming from my pussy. Paddy’s cock bumped my g-spot as he wildly fucked me in his effort to climax, yet again. It wasn’t in his ability to understand that the more times he came, the longer each one would subsequently take. He only wanted to seed his bitch, again. Perhaps wondering how a bitch could be so hungry for seeding.

Eventually, after another orgasm of my own, both dogs dumped more cum into opposite holes, my pussy swamped by yet another load of dog-cum and my stomach ultimately receiving the load I desperately gulped from Sammy’s spurting cock.

I felt Paddy begin to turn on me and settled my chest down on the ground with my head resting on my forearms when I felt hands on my ass cheeks and something cool and slick being applied in a thick smear on my asshole. That brought me back to Mr. Woodburn’s challenge and my pulse instantly shot skyward. I felt him push a finger into my asshole, then a second, and finally a third, which were then twisted back and forth. As he pulled his fingers out, I felt the head of his large cock replacing them. I had taken his cock up my ass last night, but that was not with a dog’s still swollen knot trapped in my pussy.

The slut within me, though, was breaking the chains binding her and she fought to not only find her freedom but to take a measure of control over me. It was a measure of control I welcomed giving up to her. I welcomed her presence alongside my control and professional self. I relished the very idea of seeing my world through the eyes of this slut and to experience life through her wantonness and completely uninhibited nature. I wanted this part to stand beside me as equals, professional or slut, different sides of the same.

His cock head firmly pressed against the restrictive ring of my sphincter. A wicked smile crossed my face, a wicked smile consumed by lust. I pressed back hard and abruptly. His cock pierced my tight ring and plunged into my anus. I cried out and Paddy jerked at the sudden intrusion that was putting pressure on his cock and knot. His knot jammed against my g-spot as he tried to pull away and I came, bringing an orgasmic cry of pleasure mixed with pain.

Mr. Woodburn paused at the sudden action from me, Paddy’s reaction, and my vocal response. My orgasm, though, loosened up my ass and he took advantage by pressing steadily into me until his hips pressed against my butt. He waited for moments before he started pulling out, then pressing back in.

“Oh, God! You are so, so, so tight, slut. So much tighter than last night. Ohhhhhh, fuck!”

I pivoted my head to gaze back at him, “Yes, Sir … please, Sir … yes, like that … yes, fuck … yes, fuck me … I am your slut, Sir … ooooooooo, yesssss … like that … use me like the slut you want me to be, Sir.” He started pumping hard into me. “Yes, yes, yes … fuck me! She’s here, Sir!”

A pause, then from Mrs. Woodburn, “Who? Who is here, Tina?”

“The slut, Ma’am! The slut! The slut is truly here. She is taking over. She wants to be used. Use her! Use me …”

A new peak was reached then, a new level of orgasm. I orgasmed so hard I saw stars dancing in my vision. When he finally came, spurting his cum deep into my ass, I orgasmed again and I didn’t stop shaking until both cocks inside me pulled out, first Mr. Woodburn, then Paddy. I was a limp pile of female flesh. A very sated pile of female flesh.

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