Queen of Sluts

A balmy Wednesday night, the day before the 4th of July, I was waiting for a sexy, grizzly, bearded man driving into the city from over 100 miles away to see me. Vince was a barber with dark, slicked-back hair covered in an entire bodysuit of tattoos. He looked a lot like Jon Bernthal from The Gigolo, who I had a big crush on since his role in The Walking Dead as the wife-stealing nemesis of Sheriff Rick Grimes. 

"Need me to bring anything?" He messaged me before he left his house. 

"Just your big, fat cock,” I replied, which quickly garnered a double-tap heart. 

I had seen Vince once before, and he left handprint bruises on me for a week from my upper ass down to my calves. He administered this biting double-handed impact by reaching over my body with his giant arms while I was on my knees, blowing him. Standing well over 6’3”, which I estimated by the angle of my neck needed for standing kisses, he had a dense, strong build. All man. His baseball mitt palms were covered with rope-like scars from smacking out a fire at his house with his bare hands. Idiot. But damn, that's manly. I pictured my ass as that house fire he was aggressively trying to extinguish with each spank. 

Tonight, my husband, Leo, was joining us. I wondered how the dynamic would be with the two of them after I had seen Vince alone first and willfully given in to his every sadistic kink and demand. Leo loved to watch me become completely overwhelmed when he shared me with another man. But sometimes with MFMs, an alpha pecking order is established beforehand. As a service slut, submitting to someone's kinks and desires is the ride I like to go on. But who was I submitting to tonight—Vince's or Leo's? I decided to just let the chips (or dicks) fall where they may. 

We got a room at El Rancho Inn, a recently remodeled local motel that had become a hipster haven for off-duty DJs, musicians, and local scenesters. The tiny, overheated pool became adult soup in the evenings after 7 PM. Leo and I got there first and waded into the pool with some drinks. The scorching 100-degree sun disappeared behind the clouds, cooling the evening, the red flush on my cheeks, and the constant perspiration one gets accustomed to in the south. 

We had hoped for a discreet evening, disappearing into sexy people under the cover of night, but we quickly spotted our neighbors, a somewhat square couple who had kids at the same school as ours. I became worried about being "found out"—that I was sharing a room with two men, and they would be sharing me. 

Vince appeared at sunset and looked even hotter than I remembered. He'd cut his hair into a mullet and trimmed his beard into a scruffy 70s cop 'stache. We hugged hello, and although I was desperate to press my body against him for longer, I pulled away within a reasonable amount of time for a public hug with a “friend.”

I hopped on a raft and we all continued drinking in the pool, talking with the square neighbor couple, Jay and Eileen. I floated towards Vince and he snuck his hands over the ridge of the raft, pulling my swim bottoms to the side and slipping his fingers inside me. I let out a pent-up sigh amidst a half-scorned look, cautioning him to cool it in public. I was still trying to maintain control, despite dying for his hands on me.

"Are you going to be a good girl for your hubby and me tonight and do everything we tell you to?" he asked me, locking eye contact and now gripping my jaw firmly with a finger in my mouth. I leaned into his neck and face, prickled by his scruff, and inhaled his pheromones. Melting into him, I forgot about my rules for public discretion and replied, "YES."

I glanced over at Eileen, who was standing with our husbands, engaged in conversation. She was watching us the whole time. I pushed Vince away, blushing in shame, and refused to acknowledge her continued glance. Was I caught? Fuck. This could be bad. Local parents. Neighbors. I could already imagine the rumor mill about the "swingers" from a big city that moved to a small town in the south to corrupt it.

Within an hour, my edible set in, and I was appropriately lightly tipsy and incredibly horny. Eileen and Jay had already plowed through two bottles of wine and were bringing us shots of Mezcal. Vince was off talking to a sexy woman with blow-up doll implants across the pool when Eileen saw me watching him. "I think you may have lost your boy. He's single, I take it?" she asked.

"Yeah, he's single and very flirty," I said with a dismissive chuckle, quickly nipping the conversation and unclear what she meant by “my boy.” I was scheming discreetly to leave for the room and trying to figure out how that would look to this couple, who we couldn't shake. But I couldn't wait any longer to get fucked. After declaring that we were heading out for the night, I got up and left for the room alone in hopes the boys would follow my cue. I heard Jay asking where we were going and if they could join. 

Leo got to the room, and we began to make out while ripping my wet swimsuit off. He put me on all fours on the bed and inserted a butt plug. Since the first time he shared me with another man, he's been utterly amazed by how wild and ravenous I could become, and wondered how this secret slut lay dormant in me for the last 15 years of monogamy. 

"I can't wait to watch you be a good slut for Vince. Are you ready for both of us?" he whispered in my ear. I was primed and ready and could not wait for Vince any longer. I texted him to wrap it up at the pool and come fuck me NOW. He let himself into the room moments later and once he saw me naked, walked straight up to the bed and started to push his not-even-hard cock straight into my mouth. I sat up on my knees and grabbed his face. I wanted to kiss him deeply first and press my body against him, absorbing him like I had been waiting to do since he arrived. I reached down for his cock while we were kissing to ensure he was ready. I think it was the biggest I had ever seen. He was long but also incredibly thick, like a Coke can, and somehow still fit inside all of me. 

His cock was so heavy it felt like I needed two hands to hold it, and he wasn't even completely hard yet. I savored his kisses while he cupped my face with his bearlike hands. I gave a sly smile and smirk, acknowledging that I was ready, and he pushed my head down to start making himself completely hard in my mouth. With each inch he grew, I opened my mouth and jaw a bit wider. 

I was back on all fours, taking his entire Coke-can-cock into my mouth, hoping, praying for my saliva glands to kick in and flood my mouth with the spit I needed to encompass him. He pushed all the way back to my throat, grabbing the base of my head and rocking in and out of my mouth. I gagged and gasped a little, and the deep spit from the back of my throat came flooding in, thick and sticky, covering him and running onto my chin. "There you go," he said, "that's such a good little slut. Don't be shy, I know you love this." 

Leo was behind me and started to slip fingers inside me and rub my clit. I clenched around him, pushing back into his hands and rocking between the two of them. I kept looking up at Vince; his face was so handsome and rugged, with the most enormous, pillowy lips hidden under his mustache. His bottom lip hung out when he grimaced, exposing his slightly crooked bottom teeth, and I wanted to creep back up to his face and suck on it. He looked at me through squinted eyes with expressions in between lust, anger, and pity. At the same time, he continued to force his cock so far into my mouth and throat that I gagged and then opened with each push. Leo began to fuck me, and my legs grew weak as I melted into both of them. That's when the facial abuse began.  

Vince forced himself into my mouth and throat, alternating between plugging my nose and choking me. My eyes began to water, and I would gasp and gag into a couple of heaves that threatened to make me vomit. My sinuses filled while tears and snot ran down my face. He was drowning me in my fluids and grew harder each time I gagged. I became lightheaded and heard Leo remarking how wet I was getting each time I choked, and he began to fuck me harder. Their voices were distant, and I drifted into a tunnel, only aware of sensations in my body. I reached to rub my clit; I wanted to cum so badly and started to feel desperate for air and a release. 

Each time I pulled back and came up for air from his massive dick, he would stick his fingers down my throat, telling me I wasn't done and to choke myself on his fingers. He fish-hooked my cheeks and swirled his fingers around my mouth like a dental hygienist. I would try to just hold his dick and jerk him off while trying to cum, but he'd grab my chin while his face contorted in that pitiful look and say, "NO Breaks."

I pleaded with my eyes for enough of a break to cum, and he wouldn't let me. He told me I was ready for anal and pressed my head down on the bed while Leo entered me slowly, an inch at a time, pausing so I could keep opening up for him more. Once he was fully inside me, he started to fuck me while Vince held my head down with his giant palm flat across my ear and cheek, fingers pressing around my neck. I whimpered and moaned, still desperate for my break, still wanting to cum, still enduring as much pain as I could take. 

Vince wanted me panting, exhausted, drooling, drowning in tears, and snot. This may sound unpleasant to somebody without a light masochistic streak. But I accepted my punishment gleefully, though hoping there was not much more to take as I was nearing my limits. 

Vince pulled me up by my face to kiss him occasionally, long, soft, and sweet. Mixed with shoving my head back down toward the mattress to blow him again. He started squeezing my breasts like a rag that he was trying to ring the excess liquid out of. When he got to the end, he would give my nipples an extra pinch with the tip of his fingers, twisting and rolling them. He enjoyed hurting me, and I enjoyed being hurt, with my husband paying witness. The pain was exquisite, a challenge in my opportunity to please him the way he requested, and in this service, I grew wetter with each wince. I sometimes tried to retreat, only to find myself giving in more. I could hear Leo continuing to talk about how sopping wet and open I was, and Vince both berating and praising me for being such a slut, while I both swelled and opened for them. 

"Do you like having all your holes stuffed? Your wife is so fucking hot. Where did you find a slut like this? I need to find a well-trained slut, too. She loves being a little princess with two cocks all to herself."

"She's a queen," Leo interjected.

"The queen of sluts!" Vince declared. 

I became maleable flesh, enduring, enjoying, and drifting into my thoughts, replaying Vince's sweet drips of degradation. I loved the moment when any insecurities about my body dissolved. I no longer cared to position myself in a way that made my ass look the most flattering or hide the loose skin on my stomach from having kids. I become the goddess of arousal. Perfect in the moment in two men's eyes and ready to fulfill their every whim. 

Leo grew close to my face to whisper, "Are you good, baby?" He could tell I was hitting my limits when I couldn't open my eyes anymore. I was lost in the complete overwhelm of being penetrated by both of them. I heard echoes of their voices and tried to reply, but could only answer yes or no questions. When did I start facing the door? Who was on what side of me? Vince was now fucking me, then beginning to enter my ass. He was so big I didn't know if I could take it. But I was mentally melted, appropriately open, and took every inch in with no problem. 

No breaks, I said to myself. They rolled me over on top of Leo, who was in my ass, while Vince climbed on top to DP me. "Are you ready to get stuffed? Are you going to take us both? You are such an amazing slut; show us what a perfect little queen you can be."

I recalled my first night with Vince, he told me he was into stuffing, a term I ruefully forgot to Google. “Where are your toys? I need all of them,” he demanded, while I scurried through my bedside drawer. Later, I would find myself filled with a butt plug in my ass, two dildos in my pussy, and as many fingers as he could fit in my mouth. ‘My little cum piglet,’ he called me, while he smacked me everywhere with his cock. He pinned me down on my belly, filling every orifice with toys like I was a Hawaiian pig with an apple in its mouth, ready for roasting. 

Now an expert on being stuffed, I moaned like a wounded animal and could hear my voice echo in my ears with a rumble when they both entered me. They switched places a couple of times, moving me seamlessly like a ragdoll while I rubbed my clit furiously, clawing at both of their cocks with my long red acrylic nails. I wanted to cum with both of them inside me, but I couldn't. It was too intense. I could only release once Vince pulled out and relieved me from the pressure of being filled by both of them. 

I came intensely with waves of heat traveling across my body, calves tensing and releasing, and my face flushing with an increasing heat up to the top of my head. Leo crept to the edge of the bed, always aroused by my pleasure, and came all over my face. Vince was also trying to finish on my face; he knew from our previous night together that it was my favorite praise for my mastery of being a perfect slut.

Suddenly, breaking my post-orgasmic reality, there was a loud pounding knock at the door. 

The knocking at the door grew louder and immediately snapped me to reality. 

"Who is it?" Leo asked. 

I became worried that it was the hotel staff thinking I was being murdered in the room. Was I so loud that the entire pool could hear us? 

The knocking started back up again with no human voice to identify themselves.

"Hello," I said, clearing my throat slightly to push the sounds out. There was no response. I put on a robe and approached the door, preparing to show proof of life. 

Leo tried to peek through the blinds but couldn't see anybody. 

"WHO IS IT!?" he said firmly in an octave deeper than I knew his voice was capable of. 

Did I burn another hotel? I already decided I couldn't go back to The Russell. The judging eyes of the hotel front desk staff who watched me come in and out of rooms on three separate nights, each time with different people or groups. Once, a hot wife named Kate and I bloodied the bed, sofa, and walls like a crime scene while we both were on our periods during a threesome. Was there going to be an angry hotel manager telling me I would need to pay an extra room charge for my "additional guest"? A whore tax?

The knocking returned with the insistence of a needy child. I ran into the bathroom, and the boys quickly put on swim shorts to hide their massive hard-ons. Vince swung the door open, and standing there was Eileen, our neighbor, the local parent from my kids’ school, and our new middle-aged party friend from the pool.

“Oh, you guys are still here. I thought you left for the bar. We have mushrooms, gummies, and wine. Come to our suite and hang out." She watched as both boys were fumbling with their shorts. 

"We are taking a quick shower," Leo said.

"We will stop by in a little bit," I said with a hello, peering around the bathroom door in my robe, still wiping cum from my face.

I cleaned up, feeling miffed that Eileen robbed me of having both of them cum on my face. Leo got me from the bathroom. 

"She left," he said. 

We all laughed off the disruption and tried to get back into the mood. Vince had completely lost his erection, but I was determined. Pulling Vince's wet swim shorts off, I started to warm up his limp and clammy penis. I ran through my entire bag of tricks, ball-sucking with a back-handed handjob, double fisting and twisting the shaft with my mouth swirling around the tip, deep-throating and gagging again, his favorite. But the mood was gone. Nothing was working. He was only getting half hard. 

Once again, the knocking returned. I didn't need to guess who was at the door this time. 

We all started a silent roshambo with our eyes for who would answer. Vince rose to the occasion. A different occasion. 

"Coming," he said, tying up his shorts and slinking out a partially open door, shutting it tightly behind him. "Y'all have mushrooms?" was the last thing I heard him say as he disappeared around the corner with Eileen, off to her room. 

"Sorry we were interrupted, I know you are bummed Vince didn't cum,” Leo said to me. "Do you want me to eat you out or get your vibrator?" He offered as a consolation. "Or do you want Vince back?" He asked with a smirk. I accepted the vibrator and lay on the bed to make sure I had eeked a final orgasm out of myself, and there was nothing left on the table. Leo crept close to my ear, tickling it with his mustache, drip-feeding me with an arsenal of dirty, degrading comments. He placed his hand on my neck with no pressure or air restriction, just a firm weight holding me in place, guiding me into my next orgasm. I was close, already starting the warm, glowing climb up to the peak of pleasure, ready to pass over the edge and melt into the plummet back to reality. Then, Knock, knock.

OMG. Is she BACK? 

The door seemed to open independently as if willed by a supernatural force. Eileen now fully entered the room, and I ran behind the door naked, holding the vibrator. She came around the corner of the door and looked at me without as much of a flinch. 

"Can I get you a robe?" She offered. "We are having a party in our room. It is our 25th Anniversary," she said proudly.

I wanted so badly to scream at her, "Can't you see we are fucking. Leave us alone!"

Instead, I stood there half-stunned, irritated over my ruined orgasm and her insistence on dragging us all to her room. I hadn't looked at her much until now. She had shoulder-length curly brown hair that had bits of gray speckled throughout. She wore a one-piece conservative black Target swimsuit. She was not unattractive; she was voluptuous with full lips, big blue eyes…just incredibly wholesome looking. Arguably not my type if I were to play with women, but pretty in her own way. 

"I have a dress," I said and pulled it over my head quickly, letting down the vibrator I had been holding like a weapon this whole time. 

We followed her to her room, and I slowly processed her hold on us. We were prisoners to her requests for fear of being outed. There was no hiding the fact that three people were fucking in the room. I thought of the gossip that would start at my kid's school if she told anyone. I needed to smooth things over. Make her like me. Convince her to keep my secret. I shouldn't have been so dismissive of her at the pool. I was at her mercy now. A Suburban mom's bitch.

"Glad y'all made it over," Vince said with a wink as we entered the room. Everyone was seated around a table filled with wine, Mezcal, various bags and tins of mushrooms, and weed gummies. Vince reached into one and popped a small handful into his mouth without even a glance at the dosage. No one was talking. I sat down on the sofa next to Eileen. She was already seated next to Vince. 

I feigned interest in her Anniversary to ingratiate her. I asked about how she met her husband, her children, her line of work, and, hell, even her Target swimsuit. 

"You know, I had a friend like Vince a few years ago who was a special friend of ours," she said, with a hand on my leg. I gave no reaction. She put her other hand on Vince's leg and massaged his thigh. 

Eileen's husband, Jay, came and sat next to me, and we became four horny sardines on a 3-seater sofa. After an hour or more of drinking and edibles, Eileen rubbed her hands all over Vince's body, Vince rubbed back, and I plotted my exit.

"We are going home," I declared, standing up abruptly. "We have an early morning."

Leo and I said our goodbye, and Vince did as well. He returned to the room with us. "Wait, you aren't really leaving, are you?" He asked, genuinely shocked. "Don't leave," he pleaded, "let's all have fun with them. Or I'll stay here with you two, and we can go another round. I thought we were going to have fun all night. I was here for you." He said, looking at me with tender coercion. "I was just messing around in there with that cougar." But I didn't care. I was done. I was high, exhausted, had entirely left my headspace, and couldn't imagine going into another round of the abuse I so thoroughly enjoyed hours earlier.

"I had fun, but honestly, I'm tired, and we have to get up early for the kids. Really, stay. Have fun with them, I don't mind." I said.

"She needs you, Vince." Leo chimed in. "She's looking for 25th-anniversary strange dick". 

"I would give it to that cougar. But I drank so much I don't know if I could get hard again right now, to be honest." Vince said.

"I have a cure for that," Leo insisted and reached into our bag, giving him a handful of condoms and two blue pills. 

"Really, is this what I'm doing? I'm gonna fuck cougar Eileen? She has kinda nice tits, I guess. She's hot, right?" 

"Totally," Leo said, patting him on the shoulder like we were coaches psyching up their star player for a big game. "You got this, man. You gotta give it to cougar Eileen."

With a blue pill and a high five from my husband, we sent Vince off for his second act. And left the El Rancho Inn behind for the night.