Monday, March 4, 2013

The Rebirth of a Slut

"The Rebirth of a Slut" by Craver Chapter 1. "Darling I still don't understand why you want me to have sex with other men. Don't you love me anymore?" Carla Polito asked timidly. God she was gorgeous, her husband Tony thought as he observed his beautiful young wife. Her spectacularly voluptuous body was coupled with the exquisite beauty of her deep blue eyes, high cheek bones, ivory white skin, and long blond hair. At 27 years old, half Tony's age, Carla was in her prime. Everywhere they went Carla attracted the attention of other men, yet she seemed to hardly notice. When Tony first met her, she was working as a waitress in a diner where he used to stop for breakfast. He dazzled the young girl with his handsome, Italian charm, and over the period of a few months discovered she had no family and practically no friends. An only child, Carla's parents had been killed in a tragic plane crash when she was in her early teens, and life had been a struggle for her ever since. Placed in a foster home, Tony gradually learned it was there where Carla had been abused by the family responsible for looking after her. She was hesitant to talk about it, but Tony's patient, caring attitude of sincere concern encouraged Carla to reveal more and more about her past. She and Tony began to date, and within a few weeks, in spite of their vast age difference, Carla fell in love with him, and they were mar Initially the marriage was everything Carla always wanted. Tony's construction business brought in a very high six figure income, and they lived well. Their home in Alpine, New Jersey was a palatial mansion. Tony was a caring, sensitive, yet passionate lover, and as he soon found out, Carla, once aroused, was like a wild animal. She loved sex, and eventually revealed to Tony that she had grown to love the things her foster family had forced her to do. "At first I hated it," she admitted. "But then, gradually, I began to enjoy it. I mean, it did feel good . . . you know . . . to get my pussy sucked until I came, and when Mr. Breck fucked me while his wife sucked my titties and kissed me, well . . . I started wanting it as much as they did. I was only 13 the first time Mr. Breck fucked me, and when he started bringing Mrs. Breck into the bedroom with us, well . . . I have to admit, as much as I hated it at first, Mrs. Breck sure could suck pussy. I . . . I guess I knew I had no choice, so I began to just let myself enjoy what they did to me, and once I made up my mind to do that, I started really loving the stuff we did together. Please don't hate me for it, Tony. I was a young girl, and I didn't know how to stop it." "Baby, don't worry about it," Tony had told her. "Maybe what they did to you is why you're such a hot fuck for me now," he grinned. Gradually Tony drew more and more of the details out of Carla about what she and her foster family had done together. Tony found out Carla had performed oral sex on both Mr. and Mrs. Breck, and got Carla to admit that on more than one occasion, the Breck's had allowed other men friends of theirs to have sex with Carla. It was shortly after that when Carla, 18 by then, moved out on her own. With only a high school education she had to settle for a job as a waitress in the diner where she was working when Tony met her. It paid enough to cover the expenses on her studio apartment in Hackensack, which was close enough to the diner to allow her to walk to and from work. The hours were long, but her regular customers tipped generously, and the owner of the diner was nice to Carla, so she rather enjoyed the work. Then she'd met Tony, and the rest was history. He was her Prince Charming, her knight in shining armor, and he whisked her away to his castle high on the cliffs overlooking the Hudson River where she knew she would live happily ever after. But now Tony was after her to do some of the same things with other men the Breck's had made her do, and Carla was afraid . . . afraid old feelings suppressed for all these many years would resurface again, turning her into the slut she had become while living with the Breck's. What would Tony think of her if he ever saw the kind of woman she had once been? As happy as he was of her until then, would he still be able to love the kind of woman she knew she would become once he subjected her to sex with others? She wasn't sure. Which was why she was so hesitant when Tony first began talking about watching her fucking other men. Yet deep inside, once the idea had been raised, she began to feel once again a hunger so intense it couldn't be d A hunger for some of the old perversions she'd enjoyed with the Breck's. She yearned for the kind of unbridled, pure, raw sex she'd participated in with them, and she knew she would once again become a total slut if Tony persisted in his requests to include other men in their sexual activities. "Tony!" "Oh . . . sorry darling. What did you say, " Tony said, looking up from the sports section of USA TODAY. "Last night when we were making love you said something again about having other men fuck me, remember? "Hell yes I remember. Why? Would you ever consider it, baby?" Tony asked, totally interested in their conversation now. Carla felt her pussy flooding with excited cunt juice as she answered carefully. Although Tony was the least jealous Italian man she'd ever known, still, she didn't want to do anything to disrupt the happy marriage the two of them had. "I . . . I guess I could do it if it really meant a lot to you. But God, Tony, you have no idea how slutty I'd become. When I did those things with the Breck's . . . well . . . I'm not very proud of how I acted in those days. Of course I was younger, but I was a total hellion, Tony. I . . . I was pretty much a total slut. They encouraged it, of course, but still . . . I . . . I'm not sure I could stop myself from acting like that again if we started bringing strange cocks home for me to fuck . . . and probably suck," Carla breathed. Her face was flushed, and it was all she could do to keep her fingers from wandering down between her thighs. She'd masturbated several times while fantasizing about it after Tony first mentioned the possibility of their perhaps having group sex. And now, in the clear light of day, Tony still seemed interested in their doing it. "Baby, I'd love that. Don't you realize how much I love you? How much we love each other? Nothing you could ever do with other men would stop us from loving each other. Hell, Carla, it would only make me love you even more than I already do now. Oh God, baby, will you do it? For me? Please?" Tony begged. "Well . . . if it means so much to you I guess I could. But who would we do it with?" Carla asked, the nipples on her 38D breasts so erect now they were clearly visible beneath the thin nighty she was wearing. "Let me take care of that, baby. I have to go to the office for a few hours this morning, but I'll be back early, around 3:00 this afternoon. Then I want to take you somewhere. Somewhere special, where I've been going for years. It's a porno theater where anything goes inside. Guys jerk off all the time there, and sometimes women come in. When they do, it gets pretty wild. Think you could handle something like that?" Tony asked. Carla's pussy was on fire. Just the thought of going to an adult theater and having men pawing her, or perhaps even more, made knees so wobbly she almost lost her balance. "What would they do to me?" she asked timidly. "Well I guess that would depend on you, babe," Tony smiled, sensing how much the idea was exciting his young wife. "Would . . . would I have to take my clothes off there . . . and . . . and suck somebody . . . or maybe let them fuck me?" Carla asked, her cheeks crimson. Sweat was trickling down from her armpits, running down over her ribcage, and her pussy was so wet now she could begin to detect a trace of a delicate but definitely fishy scent waifing over her. "Would you do that, baby? For me? Would you strip naked and let men take turns with you?" Tony gasped, his cock so hard it was making a tent in his trousers now. Noticing it, Carla replied, "I would if you wanted me to, Tony. But baby, if I start something like that I won't want to stop. Oh God, Tony, I'd . . . I'd want to let them do anything they wanted with me. You know how I get, baby. Look, Tony. Look how wet I am already, just from talking about it," Carla said, pulling her negligee aside, letting Tony see the wetness that was drooling from her cunt all over her thighs. In the slippery secretions her flesh glistened, and as Tony watched, Carla rubbed two fingers over, and then into her pussy, then removed them and slowly brought them to her nose, sniffing them before inserting them in her mouth, sucking them loudly, her eyes glazed with lust. "Oh God, Carla, baby," Tony said, unzipping his fly. "If you want to suck something, suck this," he continued, taking out his enormous, thick cock. It was dripping pre-cum lube from the end as Carla walked over to her husband, dropping to her knees before him. She took his thick cock in her hands and squeezed gently, milking a copious droplet of pre-cum from the end, holding her open mouth under it to let Tony watch as the long silver strand of juice fell slowly onto her tongue. Smiling then, she leaned closer and took her husband's dick inside her mouth, sliding her lips slowly over it, squeezing his balls with one hand while jerking him off with the other. "Oh God, Carla, yes, suck me. Suck me like you're going to suck other men this afternoon, baby. You'll like that, won't you? You'll like having a train pulled on you this afternoon, won't you, baby," Tony gurgled. "Hmmm," Carla nodded, reaching into the opening of Tony's trousers, behind his balls, rubbing his anus at first, then pushing slowly, inserting her middle finger up inside his ass as she sucked the massive cock to rock-hardness. As soon as Carla began sliding her finger in and out of his asshole, Tony bellowed he was coming. Quickly removing her mouth from his spewing cock, Carla held the head of Tony's dick on her cheek, letting the hot cum splatter all over her face just the way Tony loved her to do it. "Look, baby . . . this is what your slutty wife is going to look like today when other men do this to her. Will you like it, Tony? Will you like it when I take my clothes off like this," Carla continued, quickly pulling the negligee down off her shoulders, then off her waist, all the way to her knees, revealing her perfect naked body, her nipples still erect and hard as Tony continued coming on her face. "They'll see me like this, baby. And maybe while you're watching me one of them will suck you, too, darling. Maybe one of those nasty hot old men will fuck you in the ass, baby, like this," she said, fingering his asshole. "And maybe one of them will take your cock in their mouth and suck you like this, Tony," Carla said, taking Tony's cock in her mouth again, sucking it while she continued to finger his asshole. "Oh GOD, baby . . . you're sucking my guts out," Tony moaned, staggering against the wall, "I love it . . . I can't wait, Carla . . . I can't wait for this afternoon. Fuck the office. I'll call in and have Mike handle it. I want to take you to the theater right now. Okay, baby? Go with me? Now?" Tony pleaded. "Okay," Carla grinned, licking her lips, wiping some of Tony's cum into her mouth, the thoughts of becoming a total slut again filling her with incredible excitement. "Come with me," Tony said, holding Carla's hand, pulling her toward the bedroom with him. "I want to dress you myself for this." In their bedroom Tony walked over to Carla's lingerie chest, rummaged through the top drawer for a moment, then pulled out a short black lace slip with thin spaghetti straps. In the second drawer he selected a pair of hot red satin panties trimmed with black ribbon, then handed the garments to Carla. "Wear these, Carla. With some of those black stockings with the lacy elastic around the thighs, and black high heeled shoes. That's all. Nothing else, baby. I want to walk you through the parking lot and into the theater half-naked." "Oh Tony, baby. You're making my pussy so hot it reeks. Maybe I better shower first. We were so tired I didn't shower before we fell asleep last night, and I'm pretty rank smelling. I'll just take a quick shower before we go, okay?" "NO!" Tony practically shouted. "Don't you DARE! Don't you know how much a smelly pussy turns on men in a place like that, Carla? Besides, you'll sure as shit have to shower after you come home anyway, so why waste the water," Tony laughed. "Okay, baby. If you say so. But I doubt anyone will want to eat me the way I smell today," Carla said, embarrassed by her essence. "And I guarantee you they will, babe. Now put those on and let's go." Tony parked the car in the lot outside the theater, which was located in the center of a small strip mall containing a drug store, a cleaners, and a few other shops. Carla took a deep breath, turned to Tony and said, "Are you sure about this, darling? There's no turning back once we go in there." "I know, baby. And it's something I've wanted to see for a long time . . . my wife acting like a beautiful slut with a group of strange men. I WANT this, Carla, okay? Don't chicken out now. Do it for me, baby. Do it for both of us." "Okay, Tony," Carla sighed. "Just don't say I didn't warn you when I really let go in there." "It's what I want, baby. So do it. Let yourself go . . . all the way. I want you to do the nastiest, most outrageous things a woman has ever done sexually. I WANT it, baby, so go for it." Carla opened her car door and stepped out into the bright sunlight. It was now around 11:00, and perhaps eight or ten cars were parked outside the theater. "I wonder what type of men come here this early in the morning," she mused to herself as they walked across the narrow roadway to the entrance to the theater. A man came out of the drugstore next door, heading toward his car, when he saw Carla and stopped. When Carla and Tony went into the theater, the man followed, standing next to Carla while Tony bought the tickets. Carla smiled at the man, and he stared openly at her full breasts, clearly evident beneath the slip she was wearing. Carla felt her nipples harden, and the man licked his lips nervously, smiling back at her as she turned to follow Tony into the auditorium of the theater. Carla noticed the man buying a ticket behind them, and she grinned to herself, wondering if he would be one of the men who would fuck her that morning. Inside the theater Carla and Tony stood for a moment at the top of the aisle, waiting for their eyes to become accustomed to the dim light. On the screen a sexy, actually rather whorey looking blonde was blowing a black man while another black man was fucking her in the ass from behind. Carla felt her cunt instantly growing wet, and as they stood there watching, she heard the telltale squishing sounds of men masturbating. Her knees wobbled, and she had to hang onto Tony to keep from falling as they slowly made their way down the aisle to a row of seats near the center of the theater. Carla noticed the row of seats in front of them had been removed, which meant there way no protective barrier between where they had sat down and the light coming from the screen. Carla and Tony were clearly visible to anyone who wished to see them, and somehow that made Carla nervous. "Tony, let's sit in another row. This row doesn't have any privacy." "I know, baby. Why do you think I selected it?" Tony asked, leaning over to Carla, kissing her neck while his hands fondled her breasts, tweaking her erect nipples. "Oh God, Tony. You're bad, darling. You want men to see your slut wife, don't you." "Fucking right I do," Tony said, gently tugging on the straps to Carla's slip, pulling them down until her tits were totally exposed. Then Tony sat back and waited, unsnapping and unzipping his own jeans, then tugging them down around his knees as Carla looked on in amazement. Tony was naked now from his waist to his knees, and his cock was already hard as a rock. "God, Tony, you're hard already," Carla gasped, reaching over to squeeze her husband's cock. "No shit, Dick Tracy. What gave you your first clue?" Tony laughed, stroking himself, reaching down to fondle Carla's thighs. Carla heard a noise behind her and turned to see a man leaning forward in his seat, looking at Tony and her. "We have an audience, darling," she whispered to Tony. Tony turned and smiled at the man. "Why don't you come up here and join us," he said. Immediately the man got up from his seat and walked into the aisle, then into their row, sitting down next to Tony. Carla noticed that the man had his cock out and was masturbating. "No man. Sit by her. She needs company," Tony encouraged. "Really?" the man asked. "Yeah. It's her first time here. Make her feel at home," Tony said. "Fuckin' A," the man said, moving into the seat next to Carla. When he walked in front of Carla, he turned so she could see his hard cock sticking out of his pants. The sight made her pussy flood, and as soon as the man sat down Carla reached over and touched his cock. "Oh baby, yeah, touch me," he groaned loudly. Other men were moving into the aisle behind them now, and Carla could hear them murmuring to each other, watching them. Someone reached over her shoulder and began fondling her naked breasts. Carla jumped, turned to see who was there, and then turned back to the man with the naked cock again, letting the man, or men, behind her continue to play with her tits. "Suck him, baby," Tony urged. Carla looked at the cock for another moment. In the dim light she could see it was quite thick, although no where near as large as Tony's. Still, it was a cock, and with a growl she leaned over and took it in her mouth. "Holy shit she's blowing him," a man behind them said. "Come up here and she'll blow you guys, too," Tony said. "Or if you want you can fuck her." Immediately three men appeared in front of Carla, their cocks out, hard, nasty looking as they jerked on them. One of the men moved closer, giggling insanely. "I'm . . . I'm fucking gonna cum all over this bitch," he groaned, leaning closer to Carla, his cock suddenly exploding, spewing cum all over the gorgeous blonde. "Oh God!" Carla moaned as the first gobs of hot, sticky cum landed on her face and in her hair. "Oh Tony, he's coming on me!" she moaned, masturbating now. "Move your fingers, baby and I'll give you something a whole lot better than those to excite that sweet pussy of yours," a man said. Carla looked at him with glazed eyes, then leaned back in her seat with her legs spread, her pussy inches from the hard, naked cock the man was holding. "Here it comes, baby," the man said, leaning into Carla's pussy, his cock touching her clit now, making her squeal loudly. And then he was entering her, fucking her, his dick filling her with its massive thickness. "Oh yeahhhhh!" she moaned, turning her head sideways to suck the man she had been blowing. He was standing next to her now, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth as the other man fucked her. Behind her someone else was jerking off on her again now, and she could feel his cum as it landed on her bare shoulders and tits. God this was hot . . . so fucking hot . . . so nasty. She loved being a slut for Tony, and she knew from the way he was groaning that he was loving it, too. Turning her head toward him, her eyes still filled with a crazed look, Carla felt her pussy tingle as she saw that Tony, too, was getting sucked. By another man! Suddenly, without warning, Carla started to come. Her entire body felt like it was on fire now. Millions of little pin-pricks were stinging her, as though an army of fire ants were feasting on her, yet the stings were pleasurable, not painful. She screamed, her screams muffled by another cock in her mouth from someone behind her, as the intensity of her orgasm jolted her. Tony grinned at her, and she winked back, watching as he lifted his ass up off the seat, sliding his cock deeper into the man's mouth as the cock in her mouth exploded, showing Carla with more cum. She lay back passively then, as the man fucking her moved faster. Carla felt herself growing limp, and waves of pleasure washed over her. The man fucking her was coming inside her pussy now, she realized, and yet she was too drained to move. Her excit was constant now . . . everything that was happening to her causing a string of orgasms that just kept coming and coming and coming. She lay with her legs spread as the man who had just fucked her withdrew from her cunt, leaving her open and waiting for the next man. This one was black, his massive cock so thick and heavy it dipped down toward her as he moved between her legs, positioning himself to fuck her. "You like black dick, white bitch?" he growled. "Anything. You can do anything you want to me," Carla gasped, feeling him fondling her breasts roughly. "Get ready to feel a REAL cock, bitch," the man said, moving into her pussy with the crown of his enormous dick. "That's what they all say," Carla grinned at him, challenging him. "Oh yeah! Well feel THIS!" the man grunted, sliding inside Carla's cum-filled pussy. Instantly she came again, as the thick black cock stretched the walls of her cunt, tugging on them as he continued to slide deeper inside her well-lubricated pussy. He was good, an accomplished fucker, but Carla noted with pride that his dick, as large as it was, really didn't feel any bigger, and not quite as thick, as her own Tony's was. Still, it was a very nice cock, and when he started coming in her she felt it swell even larger than any cock she'd ever taken other than Tony's. Her continuous orgasm seemed to reach a new plateau, and from somewhere behind her she felt more cum raining down on her from both sides. Two more men were drenching her with cum, and she could feel their cocks rubbing on her face and neck as they baptized her with their sticky ointment. Tony was coming now, and as Carla watched, Tony fought to keep his eyes open. The man sucking him gagged, and withdrew from Tony's cock, coughing and spitting cum from his mouth. "NO! Don't WASTE it!" Carla cried out, leaning down to the man, kissing him with her open mouth, sucking her husband's cum from his mouth. The astonished man watched as Carla sank to the cum-covered floor next to him, then gasped as she took his naked cock in her mouth, sucking it. Tony was squeezing his cock now, milking the last few waves of excitement from his orgasm as he watched his slut wife sucking the man who had just sucked him. "Oh lady, oh my . . . this . . . this is so newwww for me," the man lisped, torn between wanting his cock sucked and the obvious discomfort of having it sucked by a woman. Finally the sensations Carla was creating in him won out, and he moaned as his orgasm erupted in her mouth. Carla fondled his balls, squeezing them gently, and reached beneath them to slide a finger in his asshole. "Oh yesssssssss!" he whimpered, another huge gob of cum spewing into her mouth as she fucked his asshole with her finger, then quickly withdrew it and offered it to him to suck, which he immediately did, tasting his shitty sweat mingled with some of the cum on Carla's finger. "This is so fucking nasty," Carla thought, her body shivering with lust as she continued to wallow in the filth of what she was doing, loving it. Finally Tony said they probably should leave before someone called the cops. Reluctantly Carla got up from the floor, pulled the straps of her black slip back up over her shoulders, and she and Tony walked up the aisle and out into the lobby of the theater. Her black slip was caked with streaks of white cum, and her face and hair were similarly stained with the evidence of her slutty orgy. "Do you have a towel or something?" she asked the man behind the ticket counter. "Jesus fucking Christ!" he gasped, looking at Carla. "Please?" she cooed, bending forward, letting him see her tits. "Ah . . . yeah, sure, here," the man said, handing Carla a roll of paper towels. She tore off several, then wiped her face and tits, letting the man watch as her gorgeous breasts flopped and jiggled under her slip as she wiped the puddles of cum from them and her neck and face. "Thank you," Carla smiled. "You're sweet. Here's a souvenir for you I think you'll enjoy," she said, removing her cum-filled panties, then handing them to the man. "Holy shit!" he gasped, taking the wet panties, staring at the puddles of cum on and in them. "Go ahead. Sniff them. They're very fragrant. They should help you jack off for a long time, don't you think?" Carla teased as she turned to walk outside with Tony, leaving the man staring at her as he held the panties to his nose, smelling them with deep gasps of breath. Outside Carla noticed how messy her slip was, and when a couple of men walking nearby saw her, she felt her nipples hardening with renewed excitement. The men stopped walking and just stared at her as she passed them on the way to the car. Tony pressed the remote control on the keyless entry device, and Carla opened the door, pausing for a moment to stare at the men watching her, then got in with an exaggerated motion during which she raised her legs high enough for them to see her naked pussy. Inside the car she smiled at them, and on impulse pulled her slip down low enough to show them her naked tits before closing the door. As they drove away, she and Tony laughed at the stunned looks on the men's faces at what they'd just seen, something he and Carla knew they'd probably be talking about for years. 4971 1.37/512345

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