Insatiable Leonie

"Slut!"

Just hearing the word referring to me again sent waves of hot juices flooding into my pussy. My skin tingled, and I felt as though I might have an orgasm right there in the middle of the fucking Kroger store.

Leonie . . . wife of a prominent big money attorney with his own lucrative practice . . . country club housewife . . . former member of our church choir. . . and now a Leonie the Slut. God how the word turned me on. I loved hearing it describing me. Now that Jake and I had all the fucking money we'd ever need, I decided it was time to do some of the things I'd craved to do all my life. Fortunately for me, Jake is as perverted as I am, so he was very encouraging of my new sexually active lifestyle.

It began innocently enough. During the day, when I wasn't playing golf or tennis, or lounging by the pool at our club, I began "surfing the Net." I'd heard so many rumors regarding the sexually explicit material one could find there, I wanted to see some of it for myself. When I actually began to discover some of it, it changed my life forever. I began to masturbate for hours, coming over and over again as I viewed the thousands of photos of women doing everything imaginable and then some. I saw women sucking dogs and horses . . . even saw them fucking them . . . I came as I viewed gorgeous women getting gang banged . . . stared in disbelief at them drinking piss, and at one incredibly sick German woman, Veronica Moser she called herself, who was photographed actually eating shit as it dropped right out of a man's asshole, and then again out of a woman's! I eagerly, hungrily viewed pornography photos of every kind, clearly and explicitly detailing the most incredibly gross and perverted acts possible. And I loved it, all of it. Once hooked on pornography, I became addicted to it. And to masturbation, never failing to achieve orgasm after orgasm while masturbating and viewing the filthy photos on the Net.

Then I discovered the stories. Oh my God how they turned me on. Even more so than the photos. It was the stories, written about slutty wives and the husbands who condoned and encouraged their wives' behavior that made me start questioning Jake's and my rather mundane lifestyle. Gathering up my courage, I decided to do something about it.

One evening after dinner I took Jake into the den, signed onto the Net, and showed him some of the newsgroups I'd discovered. He became aroused immediately, and in seconds we were naked, with Jake fucking me slowly from behind as we viewed the photos in some of my favorite newsgroups. Jake asked me what turned me on the most, and I admitted my favorites were those in which women were being gang-banged. He asked me if I'd ever want to do something like that, and I told him I would love it.

After that it was only a matter of time before it happened. When he verified I was serious about it, Jake arranged for a client to come home one evening and fuck me while Jake watched. It was the hottest experience of our lives, especially afterward when Jake ate the guy's cum out of my freshly fucked pussy. We discovered a hidden "bi" streak in Jake neither of us knew existed prior to that evening. Since then every time I've been fucked by another man my husband has relished sucking the fresh cum dripping from my slutty pussy.

I began wearing sexier clothing. My skirts were much shorter, and my blouses thinner, and much lower cut. My breasts, an acceptable 34B were not as large as either Jake or I wanted, so he paid for an operation to have them enlarged to a perfect 36D . . . not overly voluptuous, but certainly above average. I had to support them with a bra, but I wore thin ones, and wore them loose so whenever I bent over most of my new tits would be on display. Sometimes I went without a bra entirely, like I did that day in the supermarket when the woman described me to her friend as a "slut." Little did she know just how much of a slut I'd become by then.

Following my little trip to the market, I'd returned home to masturbate again. Just as I was getting into it the phone rang. It was Jake.

"Hi baby. Got a minute?" he asked.

"Hmmm, I guess so, honey. If you talk real nasty to me," I purred, letting Jake know I was masturbating.

"Touching yourself again, Sherry, or do you have company?" he teased.

"Would you mind if I did?" I asked. Until now we'd only fucked together with other men, even though I'd considered doing it behind Jake's back. Still, I had it good, and didn't want to ruin a nice lifestyle, so I had resisted the temptation. But now, Jake was asking me about it. I decided to pursue his suggestion. "Would you, Jake? Would you care if I was fucking somebody as long as I told you about it when you came home?"

"Hell no, darling. Actually, that's what I'm calling about," he said.

"Tell me more, baby. My pussy is already throbbing. You should see it, Jake. It's all wet, layered in that slimy white stuff you love to lick off my clit. I'm all oily, baby, and it smells."

"God, STOP!" Jake laughed. "I can't jerk off here in the office like you can, you know," he said. "Anyway, let me tell you why I called. I think you're going to love this. Or at least I hope you will."

He went on to explain that he had a group of German businessmen in town for a huge financial deal, which, if they agreed to it could make us a very large six figure bundle. Then he told me why he'd called me.

"They saw your picture, baby. The one of you in the yellow bikini I have on my credenza. They loved it, and said so. One thing led to another, and I guess I bragged a little too much about you. I told them how hot you are, and that you fuck other guys with my permission. They jabbered in German for a few minutes, then one of them asked if they could speak frankly. After a few apologies, he asked if it might be possible to meet you this afternoon. Seems they are willing to sign the deal with me if they can spend a little time with you. They want to fuck you, Sherry. Today. In their suite in the downtown Hyatt hotel. Will you do it?"

"Oh God, Jake, REALLY? You want your wife to whore for you?" I asked, incredibly excited, knowing instantly that of course I'd do it.

"Will you do it, baby?" Jake asked.

"Will you be there?"

"Sure. And Leonie. . . bring our camcorder, okay? They want a photo history of it to take back to Germany to show their buddies. This means a ton of money for us, Sherry. More than enough to get you that red Jaguar convertible you've been pestering me for, and the larger yacht for both of us."

"Consider it done, darling," I said, barely able to breath I was so excited. My God . . . a room full of Kraut cock AND a new Jag convertible. How COULD a girl say no, right?

Two hours later I was in the elevator of the Hyatt hotel on my way to the penthouse. Walking nervously down the hall, dressed in a simple black frock, black high-heels, black lingerie, and elegant pearls, I felt my pussy flooding with dewy excitement. I knocked softly on the door to their suite, and a handsome tall blond man opened it, then smiled at me.

I walked into the room, and saw Jake at a conference table with another gentleman. The stranger was signing the last of a large stack of contracts, and when Jake saw me he immediately got up and came over to me, smiling proudly as he kissed me.

"Sherry, these are the men I told you about. Gentlemen, may I present my wife, Sherry. She's yours for the afternoon. You can do anything you want to her, other than hurting her, although if she allows it you can do that, too, as long as you don't bruise her face." Then, turning to me, kissing me tenderly, he whispered, "Become the slut we both want you to be, Sherry. Do everything they want, okay? Make me proud of you."

My knees were quivering, and when someone offered me a flute of champagne I took it gratefully and drank every drop of it without stopping, holding out the glass for a refill.

"She has a large thirst, ya?" the man said to Jake.

"Oh yeah. In every way," he replied, grinning at me.

I looked at each of the men, slowly, one by one. There were seven of them, and they came in all sizes and ages, from a young man clearly not out of his twenties, to an older gentlemen in his sixties. "So," I said after appraising them in silence for a moment. "What would you like to do to me?"

"Fuck, of course," the champagne pourer said, his eyes knowingly seductive.

"Then let's do it," I said, smiling back. I sat my glass down on a nearby table, then took off my pearls, handing them, and our camcorder to Jake. "As requested, darling. Happy filming," I said, waiting until he had turned on the camcorder before reaching up behind my neck to slowly unzip my dress. I took my time pulling down the zipper, smiling at the men as seductively as I knew how, and when the dress was completely unzipped, I took a deep breath and stepped out of it.

Around the room I heard the whispered appreciation of my black lingerie-clad body. My bra, panties, and garter belt were very sexy. All were trimmed in lace, and had a red ribbon running along the edges. My stockings were the kind with a seam down the back, and after stepping out of my dress, I walked slowly around the room, standing for a moment before each man to allow him to appraise my body. I felt my breath becoming ragged, and after a few moments, simply reached behind me and took off my bra.

"Touch me," I said to one of the men, my eyes fluttering closed as his cold fingers reached out and squeezed my tits lovingly. "Now you . . . and you," I said, again making my way around the circle of men now surrounding me.

I saw Jake filming me, and smiled at the camera. "They're going to fuck me, Jake. All of them. They're going to coat me in cum, aren't you, my babies. And I'm going to suck their cocks. Every one."

I felt one of the men squeezing my ass, and turned to him. "Take my panties off," I said, standing with my legs close together to make it easier for him to tug and pull my bikini panties down over my knees and ankles. I was so wet and fragrant I knew he could smell me, and when he paused directly in front of my pussy, as my scent filled his nostrils, he looked up at me and grinned, an evil grin that made my cunt fill with pussy juice again.

"Do you want to eat it?" I asked, spreading my legs apart.

"Ja!" he said, his eyes filled with lust as he leaned forward to touch his tongue to my wetness. I parted my legs further, and from behind me I felt two of the men grasping my arms, pulling me backward. They held me suspended in the air with my legs draped over their colleague's shoulders as he ate me. I cried out as I came, my voice squealing like an animal's, as his tongue drove into my wet opening.

"Let me fuck her," a man said, and I was carried over to the bed, then tossed on it, onto my back. I lay with my legs apart, watching as the man disrobed. Soon others were taking off their clothes as well, and as soon as the man entered me I came again.

He was rough, plowing into me without foreplay, letting his thick uncircumcised cock serve as his foreplay for him. We looked into each others eyes without speaking, and I willed myself not to break the stare. When he came inside me his eyes fluttered almost closed as I smiled at him. God this was so fucking good!

Then another man was on top of me, fucking me, his cock much longer than the first man's but not as thick. I marveled at how differently he fucked me compared to the first man. This one was slow, loving, probing deeper and deeper with each stroke until I was screaming with joy. Only then did he unload his cum inside me, unable to keep his eyes open, wallowing in my five foot, seven inch body, his hands exploring every one of my 154 pounds of flesh.

He pulled out without speaking to me, and the next man took me. This one was the oldest of the group, and the fattest. His rather small cock barely filled my pussy, but he bathed me with his tongue as we fucked, licking my chin, my lips, my ears, my neck, and even down over my shoulders toward my underarms. Sensing what he wanted, I lifted my arms to reveal the thin thatch of black hair Jake likes me to keep there. I was sweating, and when the man began to lick my wet armpit hair, he came immediately.

I sucked my first cock when one of the men came up onto the bed near my head and began wiping his cock across my lips. Jake was naked now, and his cock was sticking out from his body like a flagpole. I looked over and grinned at him as the man poked at my lips with his cock. When I opened my mouth to suck him, I saw Jake's cock twitch violently. And then he was coming. Just from watching me. God it turned me on, and I wanted to show him more.

"Come on my face," I commanded, and the man I'd been sucking removed his cock and began masturbating furiously. In seconds he erupted, sending huge jets of sticky sperm all over my cheeks and lips and chin. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue as Jake moved in next to us, zooming in on the puddles of cum on my face. "GIVE IT TO ME!" I screamed as the man aimed his dick at my open mouth. A huge spurt of cum hit my tongue, and I gobbled it up, chewing it for the camera before making an exaggerated motion of swallowing it. Another gob of cum rained down on me, and then another, this one from the other side of me. I turned to look at who it was just as another rope of cum splashed onto my face.

"Oh GOD, yes, do it, all of you. Come on my face!" I screamed. They were all standing around me now, jerking off, their eyes glazed with perverted lust as cock after cock suddenly began exploding, drenching me in cum. Jake's cock was hard again, and I wondered if he was able to hold the camera still enough to get anything. I began masturbating, feeling the cum dripping from my pussy and down into the crack of my ass. God it was glorious, so fucking glorious. If this wasn't being a slut I didn't know what was.

Someone was fucking me again now, as another man scooped up some of the cum and rubbed it all over my face. I licked his fingers, and he laughed, a guttural, perverted knowing laugh.

"She's a real pig, this one," he said.

"Then treat me like one," I challenged. "Do something nastier, you fuckers!"

"Ja, okay," the man said. Suddenly he was crawling up onto the bed, his huge ass hanging down over my face as he lowered himself to my lips. I knew what he wanted, and did it. I stuck out my tongue and pressed it into the sweaty crack of his ass, touching his anus, licking him there, slobbering spit and sweat and cum all over his asshole and my chin. He laughed, and I felt him pull his ass cheeks apart. Remembering the horribly sick German woman in the Internet pictures, I suddenly knew what he was going to try to do. Rolling over quickly, I shouted "NO WAY, asshole." He laughed, then moved off my face.

"You prefer a shower, perhaps? You need one, slut. Is it permissible?" he asked Jake.

"Baby?" Jake asked me. Suddenly I wanted it. I WANTED to feel the man's piss on my body.

"Yes. You can do that. It might feel good," I heard myself saying.

They all surrounded me now, every one of them, the sick fucks. And suddenly I was being showered with piss. It splashed onto my body everywhere . . . hot . . . wet . . . nasty piss. I was drenched in it, and as I wiped it over my tits and into my pussy I came again, so violently I felt myself letting go as well. Unless you've ever done it you can't imagine how incredibly sexy it is to lie in bed and voluntarily piss. It goes against everything we've been taught since childhood, you know, which is, I suppose, what made it so special for me. I'd seen photos, and even videos of women doing it in bed, and now I was one of them. And, God help me, I loved it. I rubbed my clit so hard the piss sprayed all the way up to my face, reminding me of a series of films Jake had ordered for us featuring a self-admitted slut named Scarlett, and then later another beautiful blonde named Felashia or something like that, both of whom drank piss right out of their lover's cock.

"Oh GODDDDDD!" I screamed as one by one the pissing cocks stopped. I was still lying there squirming around in bed, masturbating, coming, over and over, as my face lay there in the puddles of piss and cum. The men were watching me, laughing, talking about me in German, saying what a slut I was, I'm sure, but I couldn't stop masturbating. I loved it. I just fucking couldn't stop frigging myself, until finally, mercifully, Jake brought me a cold washcloth and bathed my face with it. We left shortly afterward, signed contracts in hand.

"You were incredible," he said when we got home. "Especially the way you looked walking through the lobby." I had done nothing to disguise what had happened to me. I was carrying my bra and panties in my hand, wearing only the dress and pearls. The dress got cum stains on it when I was putting it back on, and my face still had traces of cum on it, as did my hair, which was also still wet from the men's piss. My makeup was smeared, and I looked like a slut who had just fucked a group of men and let them piss all over me. Gee, I wonder why.

Inside our bedroom, I stripped off my dress again and started to take off the garter belt and stockings. Jake stopped me.

"What?" I smiled, seeing the look in his eyes.

"Can I eat you first? Before you shower?" he asked in a husky voice.

"Of course," I said, walking over to the bed, stretching out my legs for him. Cum was dripping from my pussy, and a lot of it had already drained out onto my thighs and stockings. Raising my legs in the air for him, I said, "I'm a mess, Jake. Look." I reached down and pulled my pussy lips apart for him, showing him the river of cum running out of my cunt.

"Oh God, baby, that's SOOOOO fucking beautiful," he said, literally diving between my legs, burying his lips against my squishy cunt, sucking me, sucking the cum from my pussy.

"Hmmmmm," he moaned, and I laughed as he began jerking himself off as he ate me.

"You love it, don't you, Jake, you fucking pervert. You love your wife to be a slut for you like that, don't you, Jake. And you love eating all that nasty old cock cum out of her pussy from all those nasty old men, don't you, darling."

"YES!" he cried out, jerking off his cock faster now, sucking harder, licking my thighs, then probing my wet pussy with his tongue again.

"Come, Jake. Come on my leg, then eat it off," I said, touching myself again now, rubbing my swollen clit.

I felt him rubbing his cock against me, the friction from my nylons driving him over the edge as he cried out, then exploded, his cock quivering with each spurt of cum on my leg.

"Now, eat it, Jake," I said when he finally finished coming. He looked up at me and grinned shyly. "I'm . . . not really interested any more, babe. Okay?"

Men. Fucking men. As soon as they come they're finished. I often wondered why they call it coming when for a man it's really more like going. Like, once they come, they're usually gone, you know? I laughed, and told Jake I'd save it for him so he could wait until later to eat his cum. And who knows . . . I suspect that's exactly what he will do. . . .